Slutcherson Brainrot

you pretended it didn't bother you that a day spent littering mike with kisses and affection was slipping through your fingers. you could do that any day, right? but what made it special was that it was going to be your day. you pretended not to be disappointed.

pulling up outside his place, you fidget nervously before exiting your car. would he even remember that it's your anniversary? maybe he'd pushed it so far to the back of his mind that it had gotten lost there. that thought hurt. swallowing your dispirited thoughts, you make your way towards the door and pull out your key, adorned with a cute little freddy fazbear keychain abby had given you despite mike's disapproval.

but as you open the door, you're greeted with. . . darkness? the usual lull of mike's living room lights has been replaced with a soft orange illumination instead. there's a small candle on the side table by the door, and then another on the coffee table. . . and another on the tv stand. you step inside and close the door gently, a small smile tugging at the corners of your lips. what was this?

"hey," his voice pulls you from your confused thoughts, your eyes darting towards the sound of mike's low voice. it's then you see him, standing nervously beside the dining table. even more candles are carefully placed across the table, illuminating the room in a soft warm glow. there's a bottle of wine, two plates with what looks to be a home-cooked meal and. . . was that wilting red roses?

mike clears his throat, grabbing the flowers to busy his hands, but also to extend them to you, a gift. or, they were supposed to be. his eyes glance down at them, the deep scarlet petals fading. he falters at the sight of them, mouth opening and then closing again. "bought 'em a few days ago to be prepared and i guess i, uh. . . didn't really think about the fact that they'd die."

you take a few steps towards him as he continues. this wasn't a spur-of-the-moment thing, he'd thought about this.

"i just. . . it's not that i didn't wanna celebrate our anniversary," he mumbles, looking anywhere but you, "i was. . . scared? i dunno. listen, i just-"

you shut him up promptly with a kiss, gripping the collar of his hoodie and pulling him against you. his hand instantly goes to your waist, squeezing the soft flesh there as he loses himself in your lips, slowly lowering the flowers in his hand as the thought of them possibly disappointing you leaves his mind.

"i love you," you whisper against his lips, snaking your hands up to cup his cheeks, "i love you." you speak it with great conviction.

between your words, he breathes softly against your lips before diving back in with renewed vigour, tossing the roses aside on the floor and placing both hands on the small of your back. his large hands grip you, fingers splayed across the fabric of your shirt as his tongue slips inside your mouth.

gasping, you melt as he takes you so confidently, a kiss that claims you as his, a kiss that eliminates the need for more words. the way he's gripping you. . . god, you're not sure he's ever held you like this, like he needs you right now or he'll die. tonight, he wants to spoil you.

his hand brushes down along your side to grasp a handful of your thigh, yanking it up and around his hip. you yelp a little and keep your leg firmly wrapped around him, allowing your hips to press closer to his, feeling that familiar bulge tease you. just picturing his length had you shuddering in his arms.

"fuck, mike. . ." you whisper as you pull back for breath, eyes fluttering open.

but he can't wait, he can't part with you for even a second. his lips are immediately on your neck, kissing up along the column of your throat, leaving small red marks that will only grow worse with time. tilting your head back, you expose more of yourself to him gladly. he could have all of you and ask for more, and you'd happily give it to him.

"you always taste so fuckin' sweet. . ." he purrs against your skin, tongue flicking out to soothe those hickies he's so kindly left behind. you can feel the hint of a smirk on his lips against your neck and it makes your knees weak, heat surging in your groin.

oh how his smirks and smiles were so rare, you cherish every single one, especially when they were for you, because of you.

in one swift movement, he lifts you into his arms and turns towards the table, laying you down against the glass. you look up at him in surprise, panting softly, reeling from his touches and the way his lips were so greedily dancing against your skin just moments before.

mike smooths his hands down along your thighs, admiring your soft skin below him, "think i want a taste of somethin' else, though. . ." his hands slide back up to the button of your jeans, popping it open and unzipping quickly.

your chest rises and falls rapidly, heart pounding, looking up at him as he undresses you. you love the way that lust clouds his eyes, those hazel hues growing darker in the dim light, eyes focused on you and only you. "can i?" he whispers, slowly inching your jeans downwards. of course, you nod.

slowly, he rolls the jeans down your hips and along your legs, taking a moment to kiss up along the skin that is exposed to him. his lips find your knee, then your soft calf, eyes closed as he savours every moment with you. tossing your jeans aside, his eyes fixate on the growing need between your legs, instinctively licking his lips. he'd cooked you a meal, sure, but here you were, bringing a meal home for him.

and fuck, your breathing hitches as you watch his hungry stare, suddenly feeling hotter under his gaze. you can't take much more - with shaking hands, you begin to remove your underwear, pulling them down to your ankles, not bothering to remove them completely. mikes calloused hands rest against your thighs, spreading you open a little wider for him as he kneels.

craning your neck, you keep your eyes on him all the while, desperate not to lose sight of him. you want. . . no, you need to watch him as he uses that tongue of his.

jerking you forward just a tad, your hips are drawn to the edge of the table with one pull. mike wraps his arms around your thighs leaning in to nuzzle against your core. his nose nudges you and you whine, feeling sparks throughout your body. finally, some friction.

"thought about this all day. . ." he grumbles, licking a stripe along you sloppily causing you to moan, "i miss you when you're gone." mike admits, and you're not sure what's hotter, his vulnerable words or the way he's looking up at you with those puppy dog eyes from between your thighs.

"missed you too baby, always do," your voice is shaky, body trembling in anticipation and from sheer need. you thread your fingers through mike's hair, your other hand propping you up on the table so you can watch him more easily.

he groans, eyes closing over as he dives back in, licking and sucking your sensitive skin. you love how fucking messy he gets like this, dribbling down his chin, wondering where you end and he begins. you want to watch him, but you reluctantly let your head fall back, overcome with pleasure, eyes closing as you huff into the air, back flush against the table beneath you.

"so good," you whine, moaning at each movement of his tongue. your free hand reaches out to grab something, anything to stabilise you, to ground you in the moment - but in your clumsiness, you almost send the bottle of wine flying from the table.

cursing, you catch it and mike pulls back, looking up to see the commotion. a grin finds its home on his lips as he sees the wine, "thirsty?" he asks.

laughing nervously, you settle the bottle back down in its place, but not before mike places a hand over yours, taking the bottle. swallowing hard, your eyes widen, what was he up to? he had that mischievous look in his eye, normally reserved for when he was feeling especially confident in the bedroom or when he was repressing a dirty joke.

he takes the bottle, unscrewing it as he stands, eyes locked on yours in a heated gaze. you sit there, legs spread, wet with his saliva, suppressing a shudder as the air of the room brushes against the damp spots on your skin.

bringing the bottle to his lips, his eyes still stay firmly on yours with an intensity that causes you to shiver, mouth suddenly feeling dry as you watch the wine spill into his mouth. your eyes fix on his throat, watching as his adams apple bobs with each swallow.

after a gulp, he wipes his mouth with the back of his sleeve - good thing its a black hoodie - and speaks up, "want some?"

how can you say no? you're laying there, spread open for him, by him. you nod, maybe a little more eagerly than you'd like. but mike knew how much you loved him, how much you craved his touch. you never need to be embarrassed around him.

"alright baby, i'll give you a taste, just wait. . ." he smiles and brings the bottle down, hovering it above your core. your eyes widen, what the fuck was he-

it trickles down, the red wine coating your heat. instinctively, you gasp sharply at the wet, cool sensation, feeling it run down to your ass and along your thighs. with wide eyes, you look up at him in disbelief.

"babe, what are you-"

"shhhh. . . let me spoil you for once," he places the wine back down on the table, kneeling again as he inches closer. then, his tongue begins slowly lapping at the red liquid. he moans softly at the taste, eyes closing as he takes in the combined flavour of both you and the alcohol. he would do this all day if you'd let him, and you could tell how much he loved using his mouth on you.

the sight of him lapping hungrily at you, tongue sliding across your inner thighs, cleaning up the mess he made - it's almost too much. you're gasping and panting and arching your back against the table. "holy fuck mike," you whisper, it's all you could think to say in the moment, the words coming out automatically. it was all so dirty, head reeling at how confident mike was being today, but he was determined to make you feel good, to make up for his insecurities and anxieties of celebrating his anniversary with you.

he just wants to make you feel how much he loves you, how much he worships you.

pulling back, earning a disappointed whine from you, he trails up your body until his reddened lips are on yours, tongue immediately seeking entrance. you accept, wrapping your arms around him as he kisses you. the intoxicating taste of yourself and the distinct notes of red wine fill your senses as mike deepens the kiss, giving you the taste you asked for.

mike feels you smile against his lips, causing him to smile in turn. his cock twitches in need, he's almost painfully hard, each throb reminding him just how desperately he wants to be buried inside of you.

lifting you from the table, he turns and pins you against the wall, ensuring your legs are wrapped firmly around his. "hold on," he instructs before kissing you once more, a lazy kiss as he pushes his joggers and underwear down.

already you feel his hardened length hit your thighs and you whine. fuck, you want it so bad. you bite your tongue to stop yourself from begging him to fuck you nice and hard.

"can i fuck you like this?" he asks in a hurried whisper, panting softly as his hands return to hold you up by your thighs, pushing you a little harder against the wall. even in the heat of the moment, he wants to make sure you're comfortable.

your head spins at the question, and you nod quickly, "please, fuck me."

bringing a hand down to position himself at your entrance, you gasp as you feel his slick, leaking tip against you. he does the same, hissing softly at the contact. once he feels himself easing him, he moves his hand back to your plush thighs, digits digging into the skin.

mind blank, head feeling empty, all that you can think about is how perfectly he's pushing into you, how perfectly he's stretching you out right now. your head rests back against the wall, eyes closed as you adjust to his girth. his saliva and remnants of the wine drip down against him and onto the floor, but he doesn't fucking care.

his eyes watch your expression shift with great interest, watching at every subtle shift, the way your eyebrows twitch, your mouth falls open as his cock slides deeper. . . god he fucking loves you.

"that good baby?" he asks, voice husky as he attempts to keep his composure.

you simply nod, biting your lip as he slides in all the way, his hips meeting your thighs with a soft smack. you both sigh in satisfaction, you're full of him, but it's not enough, he needs to move.

and shit, it's like he reads your mind, because he does. slowly, he begins pistoning his hips up into yours. gradually at first, keeping a slow and steady pace as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. soft, needy moans slip from your lips as he fucks you, back pressed tightly against the wall.

his name sings from your lips, gripping the base of his hair and his back. he loves how you say his name, how it drips from your lips so sweetly. he bucks his hips a little faster in response, his body moving without thinking. his stubble prickles at your neck as he groans softly against your skin, brows arching as you clench around him.

"just like that," you coo, fingers dancing through the curls that find their home at the back of his head, "don't stop. . ."

mike didn't plan to. he'd fuck you forever if he could, truly. it was always such a serene experience with you, helped his mind go blank, clear those poisonous thoughts. . . mind filled instead with thoughts of fucking you, hearing those pretty little moans, making you cum on his aching cock and burying his load deep inside of you.

and that's exactly what he plans on doing tonight.

one whole fucking year, one whole year. mike wonders how he got so lucky to have you, he prays to a god he doesn't believe in that he'll never lose you like he's lost so many things he's cherished.

"love you. . ." he suddenly whispers against your neck as his pace increases, slamming into you with a force that takes your breath away. the hurried shift in speed has you reeling, gripping him tighter, every thrust pushing you back against the wall.

"f-fuck mike!" you call out, gasping, "love you too baby, don't stop. . . keep fucking me like that, just like that."

he groans deeply, his voice rumbling against your neck as his grip on your thighs intensifies, growing tighter - just like you are around his dick.

you're close, he can tell, and he's not far behind either, lost in a haze of how much he loves you. your thighs begin to tremble against him, your whole body tensing as the pleasure coils and weaves in your lower body, settling across your stomach.

oh fuck, this might be the most intense orgasm you've ever experienced. this angle, the way he's pumping up into you relentlessly, how can it get more -

he looks up at you, sweat beading on his forehead, mouth stained red from the wine, "cum for me." mike pleads.

oh. fuck. it got hotter.

"gonna cum-" you whimper with a nod, arching your back against the wall which allows him to go deeper, hitting that sweet, sweet spot.

when he hears those moans, he knows he's got you. you're gonna cum for him, gonna cum all over him just like he wants you to. he pants at his exertion, thrusting harder, the room filling with sounds of skin slapping against skin. his eyes lock on your face, watching desperately for the moment you fall over the edge.

"c'mon, baby, cum for me. that's it. . ."

and you can't hold back. the orgasm rips through you like a tornado, filling every sense, dismissing every thought, quelling every worry, until everything is just him. it's just him and the way he's fucking you and looking up at you like you're the most beautiful and perfect thing he's ever seen, like he'd go to the ends of the earth and back just to make you smile.

you're moaning like crazy, practically screaming as his dick hits that spot over and over with the way you're angled and the way he's pumping up into you. you clench around him frantically, involuntarily through pleasure, causing him to gasp and for his eyes to grow hazy - a sign that he was about to cum too.

fuck, you love the way his face shifts when he cums. the way his brows relax, mouth falls open, eyes growing distant as his cum fills you nice and deep. and you feel it, the white, hot sticky mess emptying inside of you causing you to moan even more.

you both gasp in pleasure as it overcomes the two of you, mike's thrusts faltering as he empties himself into you. your eyes lock together, watching as you unravel for each other.

as the overwhelming sensations begin to subside, he leans in, capturing your mouth in a hungry, sloppy kiss. you return the favour, chasing his lips with equal messiness - coming down from your high.

"happy anniversary baby. . ." he mumbles against your lips as you smile, swallowing hard as you feel him slowly leak out of you.

you pause, glancing behind him to the table and the meal he'd so generously and thoughtfully made for you, a slight sadness in your tone as you speak up, "shit, sorry. . . think the dinners gone cold?"

"don't need dinner, i already had my dessert," mike chuckles cheekily, kissing the side of your lips, then your cheek, then your nose and back to your lips again.

and you giggle under his onslaught of affection, "yeah, but i didn't. . ." grinning, you lick your lips and glance downwards between you, his dick on your mind again already despite him fucking you senseless just a few moments prior.

his brows raise, a smirk overtaking his features - now all he can imagine is that pretty little mouth of yours wrapped around his hard cock. it wouldn't take him long to get hard again. maybe this anniversary thing wasn't so bad.

mike kisses you once more, pressing you more firmly against the wall as he allows a hand to travel up and rest at the base of your throat.

fuck, if this was your one-year anniversary, what was your two-year anniversary going to be like? your ten-year anniversary? your legs go weak at the thought of mike fucking you just like this for the rest of your life.

"happy anniversary, mike."

Before you knew it, Mike had a hold of your waist, still kissing you. As if starved. You knew he was deprived of touch. You longed to change that. Your hands found his face to hold it in your embrace. He was breathless pressing you against that front door. Unaware his grip was rough, fingertips curling under his rain-soaked hoodie that you still wore. Both of you were still drenched from the storm.

“Hmph... can we uh...” Tilting his head back in the direction of his bedroom, You blushed for only a moment and gave an almost too-quick nod, as his hand released your waist. One grasping at your wrist. There was a look of longing, yet also nervousness in his stare. As he pulled you towards him. Walking backwards briefly. Unable to tear his eyes from your body.

Mike pulled you into the dark room. Nudging the door shut quietly. He sort of froze up after he closed it. A small gap between you both. As you whispered his name.

“Mike? Everything ok?…” So softly the words fell from your lips. He seemed to only nod, sighing softly as if frustrated. You closed that gap. Pressing chest to chest with him. Your fingers pushed back his wet curls. Till you could see his soft dark eyes. So tired. Mike's head rested back into the door as you looked at him with yearning.

“Do… you still?” You began. Quickly shut down as he stammered. “I do I just… I haven’t… it’s been… a while” Mike was turning pink. You understood as you stroked the side of his neck. Reassuring. “That’s ok…” Leaning to kiss him again. Slow, gentle even, losing your fingertips in his hair as you grazed his wet skin.

You guided him back to the edge of the bed. Mike was against your lips as you did. Clumsily he fell onto the mattress. Propped up on his elbows. As you leaned over him. The kisses shared were needy, tongue teasing past his lips desperate to taste more, soon slipping into his mouth colliding with his own. He was melting under you. You tried to go slow and yet failed miserably. As your hand etched down his damp T-shirt and over the front of his jogging bottoms. Resting against his crotch. You felt how the fabric was splayed, strained against his growing bulge. He whined a ‘sorry’ that made you laugh by accident. Shaking your head. “It’s… Mike, it’s fine… I, want this.” You cooed, the huskiness in your voice made Mike shiver. Grazing your hand over his erection, your touch more insistent the harder he became. Leaning closer, your breath washing over his skin, working your kisses along his jaw. Mike's desperation was evident as he cursed under his breath, hot to touch as his hips rocked into your touch. Warm breaths spilt into the air above him. Shifting your hand, tracing your fingers over the waistband. His hips jolted slightly. Your hand was soon pushed underneath the material. Reaching to caress his length through his boxer shorts.

Unable to see him fully, not yet. Taken aback by the girth, how it twitched within the confines of your hand. Throbbing, for you. Mike's lips parted again as his head rolled back. “Please… don’t stop…” He murmured weakly. Slipping your hand free you heard him whine defiantly. Mike, needy?! His eyes snapped to yours. "Just... patience..." You mocked through laughter. As you dragged his joggers past his knees and dropped down in front of him. Nudging his legs apart, helping him kick the remainder free. Soon leaning your arms against his thighs. Teasing the boxers down till his cock sprang free from the wet fabric. He shuddered involuntarily as the cold air hit his sensitive length. You took him softly in the embrace of your hand. Slowly stroking his twitching cock. Already, his pre-cum started to spill. Then quickly your name fell from his lips in a hushed moan. Your hand then swiftly started to pump up and down the length of his cock. Catching some more of that pre-cum as you glazed it over him like lube. You caught how his fists bunched the sheets under him. He was so pretty when he moaned. Mike seemed at ease for the first time. Without much warning your tongue darted against the underside of his sack. Dragging from there, all the way to the tip. You gawped at him as he shifted with a grunt.

“Fuck…” Mike hissed. Eyes flickering open. Gasping at you, chest rising and falling as he grunted. One of his hands released the sheets shakily. Your tongue swirled over his pink strained tip. You watched how flustered he looked. Apprehensively, Mike reached to drag his rough fingers through your hair. As you closed your eyes softly. Sinking your mouth over his tip. Taking him so excitedly, your lips stretching to force the girth to fit. For all you ever wanted, to touch him to kiss him you never pictured this. And fuck did it feel good. Your tongue caressed as you sank down to his base. Almost with too much ease for him to cope. Pulling back, swirling your tongue over his swollen head, tasting every ounce of his pre-cum. Though you felt him tug softly at your hair. Though it didn’t deter your teasing. You could taste the salt of his excitement. His relief. Mike's low hushed grunts filled your ears. He sounded beautiful. Soft little pleas escaped him in breathy gasps. More so when you engulfed his length once more. Finding a rhythm that only quickened with each of his groans and hums. Drooling over him, your spit pooled at the core.

He was quickly unravelling for you. Mike's thighs clenched under your touch and his back arched as his cock sank further into your throat. Your drool leaked from the corner of your lips. You wanted nothing more than him. Your mind was clouded with lust. Feeling how he started to thrust into your mouth. Gagging slightly from him stretching your throat to fit, he pulled your hair tighter. Your eyes rolled open. Catching him staring down at you. His skin was wet, no longer from just the rain, but sweat dribbling down his temple as he watched himself disappear in and out of your mouth. Biting on his lower lip so hard you swore it might bleed. Dustings of pink over his freckles.

“Stop…” He rasped. You slowed your sucking and he stuttered again. “No, you need to stop I’m going to…” Mike groaned. As he tore your lips away from his cock whining. “It’s okay… Mike… I want it…” You cooed, pressing your lips back over the tip of in defiance, as he shook his head quickly.

“No… no, I… I need to feel you…” It came out more like a beg than he’d intended though he resigned to it as he hummed. “Bend over the bed for me?…” You nodded desperately. Tearing your mouth from his cock. Watching the strands of spit and pre-cum lace over his thighs like webs. You grinned up at him. Not bothering to wipe your lips. You stood up and tried to tug his damp hoodie off of your body when he reached gently catching the hem. “Keep it on… you look…" He was hesitating again but finally groaned. "So fucking good in it…” Then he was laughing shamefully as he said it. The heat in your face rose. You shifted quickly to the edge of the bed and he observed. Dragging his thumb over his lips. Watching you. He couldn't control it anymore. Quickly, you felt Mike gripping his arms around your waist and one of his hands slithering to caress your throat. Merely touching, tracing his thumb up and down.

“I’ve wanted you… for so long… so fucking long...” He murmured against your earlobe. Kissing the nape of your neck. Your legs could have buckled beneath you there and then. He can't just confess that. It wrecked you. The way he kneaded at you with his large hands. And how his arousal pressed firm and bare against your ass. Rubbing on the fabric of your jeans he groaned.

“I want you, Mike..” You whined and you swore it nearly broke him. Mike couldn't control the throaty little grunt that flooded the shell of your ear as he reached for the button on your jeans and quickly undid it, the sound of your zipper flying downwards. Mike pressed the small of your back till you were bent in place. Hooking his fingers into the belt loops and tugging them down. Stroking your rear through your underwear, as he quickly yanked them till they were around your ankles.

Quickly you kicked them off. The action was clumsy, feeling a little laugh escape you. It seemed to ease Mike's shaky demeanour. You couldn’t tell if he was desperate, overwhelmed or perhaps both as you peeked back at him over your shoulder. Sliding your legs apart to balance he stroked your hind softly. Touching himself as he did. Mike's fist clutched around his length as he stroked softly. Wetting his lips at the sight of you. Before easing closer. Lifting your hips gently, his rough callous hands caressing the skin as gently as he could bear.

Mike slid his length against your tight entrance a few times. Catching your eyes in his. Mike stepped back a little. Crouching down. Hunching over a little he leaned till you felt his breath against that begging fuckhole. Keeping his eyes on yours, he let his tongue hang from his mouth like an animal, slathering it against your opening. Causing only for you to tighten and gasp, his hand patting your butt cheek softly. Lifting his head some, and spitting over that hole, letting the drool drip down from it.

You were shaking. "Mike... fuck me, please." You pleaded. He nodded, so deeply red as he returned more upright, though still hunching over you.

He readjusted, prodding at your entrance. Wordlessly, he eased his hips forward, spreading you open around his tip. “Fuuuck-... y-you're so damn tight, baby...“ He groaned. The way that 'baby' rolled from his lips like honey made you whimper on the spot. You felt as he filled you, stretching you around his thick shaft. Just the tip for now, as he pulled back ever so slightly. Much to your dismay. Before plunging back inside. This time deeper. Causing you to muffle your cries of relief. One of his hands planted on the mattress. The other was tangled around your waist. Reaching to touch you between your thighs. As he pressed into your begging hole, deeper. Mike’s warm breath washing between your shoulder blades. Fucking deeply into you. Rougher with each thrust.

“You feel so fucking… good… fuck…” Mike whined. He wasn’t going to last. You didn’t care. All you wanted was this. You were clenching against him. Unable to control how much you pulsated around his girth. Arching back into his motions. Shamefully direct in what you needed. As he curved in and out of you. His bare cock leaking slightly again. Desperate to last. Cursing himself as he felt himself edging too close already. His hand pressed the small of your back into an arch. All you could think about was how unbelievable he felt inside you. How well he stretched you. The grunts that left him turning you on in such a messy way. Mike moaned into the air. His head was thrown back as his fingertips kneaded against your hip. Bruisingly tight as he was fighting release. You were almost on the edge of orgasm.

Stuttering, Mike tried to speak. He stammered. “Close?…” Desperation in his tone. He was so cute holding back like that for you. You whined with a strangled little noise escaping you. The tip of his cock grinding inside of your body tightly. Against that tender soft spot, you felt close to blacking out. It felt that good. Clawing at the bed sheets you balled the fabric into your fists. He hummed out. Pleading with you.

“Cum for me… Baby, let me make you cum…” Mike grunted. Raking his nails over your soft skin, till it left faint red lines. That was it. It felt almost debilitating, burying your face in the sheets as you saw stars across your vision. Eyes fluttering shut. Cumming for him. Staining his sheets messily. The clenching and pulsating of your walls around him was too much for Mike as he let out a heaving grunt. Unable to pull out on time as you fucked your hips back into his. His cock filled you. Creaming inside of you, rope after rope of pent-up desire pumping deep into your core. He was arched over your body gripping at your waist. Squeezing at your sensitive skin haphazardly. Feeling every spill of his cum pouring into you. Mike's hold was so tight. As he steadied himself. Feeling his wet load leak against his own skin as it dripped out of you.

“Fuck… sorry... I tried to...” He hissed. As you breathlessly laughed. “Shut … up… It felt... so right.” You hummed. Hearing him scoff in return made it all the sweeter. Mike's forehead pressed into your back as he tried to catch his breath. His hips were grinding softly. Insatiably so, but you knew how tender he was as when you reciprocated, he rasped shyly. Tugging himself free, with a messy 'popping' noise. Shivering you as you felt his cum spill down the backs of your thighs, listening to his heavy exhale, shifting to roll onto your back so you could see him. You were more than a little dishevelled, however, Mike looked at you like you were angelic, bouncing down on the mattress beside you. A silence in the air, only broken by the sound of you both catching your breath. Hearing as he swallowed heavily, his fingertips traced against your wrist. Coarse like wood grain, though soothing all the same. Tracing deliberately on your inner palm, before lacing through your fingers. Compelled to, you rolled closer, moving to your side as you watched him. His shy eyes drifted to yours. A shared little smile between you, pressing your lips to his shoulder. Mike's eyes never left you.

"You are so beautiful..." Mike muttered.

“So are you…” You purred.

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Tada! Happy anniversary to FNAF, by absolutely FREAKING it with Mike Schmidt!

This is my first time writing !GenReader, so be gentle. I did a lot of revisions on it to make sure it was what I wanted (and hopefully something everyone can enjoy!)

Mike Schmidt, you have my heart and I will re-watch FNAF a thousand more times before the 2nd comes out.

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Before you knew it, Mike had a hold of your waist, still kissing you. As if starved. You knew he was deprived of touch. You longed to change that. Your hands found his face to hold it in your embrace. He was breathless pressing you against that front door. Unaware his grip was rough, fingertips curling under his rain-soaked hoodie that you still wore. Both of you were still drenched from the storm.

“Hmph... can we uh...” Tilting his head back in the direction of his bedroom, You blushed for only a moment and gave an almost too-quick nod, as his hand released your waist. One grasping at your wrist. There was a look of longing, yet also nervousness in his stare. As he pulled you towards him. Walking backwards briefly. Unable to tear his eyes from your body.

Mike pulled you into the dark room. Nudging the door shut quietly. He sort of froze up after he closed it. A small gap between you both. As you whispered his name.

“Mike? Everything ok?…” So softly the words fell from your lips. He seemed to only nod, sighing softly as if frustrated. You closed that gap. Pressing chest to chest with him. Your fingers pushed back his wet curls. Till you could see his soft dark eyes. So tired. Mike's head rested back into the door as you looked at him with yearning.

“Do… you still?” You began. Quickly shut down as he stammered. “I do I just… I haven’t… it’s been… a while” Mike was turning pink. You understood as you stroked the side of his neck. Reassuring. “That’s ok…” Leaning to kiss him again. Slow, gentle even, losing your fingertips in his hair as you grazed his wet skin.

You guided him back to the edge of the bed. Mike was against your lips as you did. Clumsily he fell onto the mattress. Propped up on his elbows. As you leaned over him. The kisses shared were needy, tongue teasing past his lips desperate to taste more, soon slipping into his mouth colliding with his own. He was melting under you. You tried to go slow and yet failed miserably. As your hand etched down his damp T-shirt and over the front of his jogging bottoms. Resting against his crotch. You felt how the fabric was splayed, strained against his growing bulge. He whined a ‘sorry’ that made you laugh by accident. Shaking your head. “It’s… Mike, it’s fine… I, want this.” You cooed, the huskiness in your voice made Mike shiver. Grazing your hand over his erection, your touch more insistent the harder he became. Leaning closer, your breath washing over his skin, working your kisses along his jaw. Mike's desperation was evident as he cursed under his breath, hot to touch as his hips rocked into your touch. Warm breaths spilt into the air above him. Shifting your hand, tracing your fingers over the waistband. His hips jolted slightly. Your hand was soon pushed underneath the material. Reaching to caress his length through his boxer shorts.

Unable to see him fully, not yet. Taken aback by the girth, how it twitched within the confines of your hand. Throbbing, for you. Mike's lips parted again as his head rolled back. “Please… don’t stop…” He murmured weakly. Slipping your hand free you heard him whine defiantly. Mike, needy?! His eyes snapped to yours. "Just... patience..." You mocked through laughter. As you dragged his joggers past his knees and dropped down in front of him. Nudging his legs apart, helping him kick the remainder free. Soon leaning your arms against his thighs. Teasing the boxers down till his cock sprang free from the wet fabric. He shuddered involuntarily as the cold air hit his sensitive length. You took him softly in the embrace of your hand. Slowly stroking his twitching cock. Already, his pre-cum started to spill. Then quickly your name fell from his lips in a hushed moan. Your hand then swiftly started to pump up and down the length of his cock. Catching some more of that pre-cum as you glazed it over him like lube. You caught how his fists bunched the sheets under him. He was so pretty when he moaned. Mike seemed at ease for the first time. Without much warning your tongue darted against the underside of his sack. Dragging from there, all the way to the tip. You gawped at him as he shifted with a grunt.

“Fuck…” Mike hissed. Eyes flickering open. Gasping at you, chest rising and falling as he grunted. One of his hands released the sheets shakily. Your tongue swirled over his pink strained tip. You watched how flustered he looked. Apprehensively, Mike reached to drag his rough fingers through your hair. As you closed your eyes softly. Sinking your mouth over his tip. Taking him so excitedly, your lips stretching to force the girth to fit. For all you ever wanted, to touch him to kiss him you never pictured this. And fuck did it feel good. Your tongue caressed as you sank down to his base. Almost with too much ease for him to cope. Pulling back, swirling your tongue over his swollen head, tasting every ounce of his pre-cum. Though you felt him tug softly at your hair. Though it didn’t deter your teasing. You could taste the salt of his excitement. His relief. Mike's low hushed grunts filled your ears. He sounded beautiful. Soft little pleas escaped him in breathy gasps. More so when you engulfed his length once more. Finding a rhythm that only quickened with each of his groans and hums. Drooling over him, your spit pooled at the core.

He was quickly unravelling for you. Mike's thighs clenched under your touch and his back arched as his cock sank further into your throat. Your drool leaked from the corner of your lips. You wanted nothing more than him. Your mind was clouded with lust. Feeling how he started to thrust into your mouth. Gagging slightly from him stretching your throat to fit, he pulled your hair tighter. Your eyes rolled open. Catching him staring down at you. His skin was wet, no longer from just the rain, but sweat dribbling down his temple as he watched himself disappear in and out of your mouth. Biting on his lower lip so hard you swore it might bleed. Dustings of pink over his freckles.

“Stop…” He rasped. You slowed your sucking and he stuttered again. “No, you need to stop I’m going to…” Mike groaned. As he tore your lips away from his cock whining. “It’s okay… Mike… I want it…” You cooed, pressing your lips back over the tip of in defiance, as he shook his head quickly.

“No… no, I… I need to feel you…” It came out more like a beg than he’d intended though he resigned to it as he hummed. “Bend over the bed for me?…” You nodded desperately. Tearing your mouth from his cock. Watching the strands of spit and pre-cum lace over his thighs like webs. You grinned up at him. Not bothering to wipe your lips. You stood up and tried to tug his damp hoodie off of your body when he reached gently catching the hem. “Keep it on… you look…" He was hesitating again but finally groaned. "So fucking good in it…” Then he was laughing shamefully as he said it. The heat in your face rose. You shifted quickly to the edge of the bed and he observed. Dragging his thumb over his lips. Watching you. He couldn't control it anymore. Quickly, you felt Mike gripping his arms around your waist and one of his hands slithering to caress your throat. Merely touching, tracing his thumb up and down.

“I’ve wanted you… for so long… so fucking long...” He murmured against your earlobe. Kissing the nape of your neck. Your legs could have buckled beneath you there and then. He can't just confess that. It wrecked you. The way he kneaded at you with his large hands. And how his arousal pressed firm and bare against your ass. Rubbing on the fabric of your jeans he groaned.

“I want you, Mike..” You whined and you swore it nearly broke him. Mike couldn't control the throaty little grunt that flooded the shell of your ear as he reached for the button on your jeans and quickly undid it, the sound of your zipper flying downwards. Mike pressed the small of your back till you were bent in place. Hooking his fingers into the belt loops and tugging them down. Stroking your rear through your underwear, as he quickly yanked them till they were around your ankles.

Quickly you kicked them off. The action was clumsy, feeling a little laugh escape you. It seemed to ease Mike's shaky demeanour. You couldn’t tell if he was desperate, overwhelmed or perhaps both as you peeked back at him over your shoulder. Sliding your legs apart to balance he stroked your hind softly. Touching himself as he did. Mike's fist clutched around his length as he stroked softly. Wetting his lips at the sight of you. Before easing closer. Lifting your hips gently, his rough callous hands caressing the skin as gently as he could bear.

Mike slid his length against your tight entrance a few times. Catching your eyes in his. Mike stepped back a little. Crouching down. Hunching over a little he leaned till you felt his breath against that begging fuckhole. Keeping his eyes on yours, he let his tongue hang from his mouth like an animal, slathering it against your opening. Causing only for you to tighten and gasp, his hand patting your butt cheek softly. Lifting his head some, and spitting over that hole, letting the drool drip down from it.

You were shaking. "Mike... fuck me, please." You pleaded. He nodded, so deeply red as he returned more upright, though still hunching over you.

He readjusted, prodding at your entrance. Wordlessly, he eased his hips forward, spreading you open around his tip. “Fuuuck-... y-you're so damn tight, baby...“ He groaned. The way that 'baby' rolled from his lips like honey made you whimper on the spot. You felt as he filled you, stretching you around his thick shaft. Just the tip for now, as he pulled back ever so slightly. Much to your dismay. Before plunging back inside. This time deeper. Causing you to muffle your cries of relief. One of his hands planted on the mattress. The other was tangled around your waist. Reaching to touch you between your thighs. As he pressed into your begging hole, deeper. Mike’s warm breath washing between your shoulder blades. Fucking deeply into you. Rougher with each thrust.

“You feel so fucking… good… fuck…” Mike whined. He wasn’t going to last. You didn’t care. All you wanted was this. You were clenching against him. Unable to control how much you pulsated around his girth. Arching back into his motions. Shamefully direct in what you needed. As he curved in and out of you. His bare cock leaking slightly again. Desperate to last. Cursing himself as he felt himself edging too close already. His hand pressed the small of your back into an arch. All you could think about was how unbelievable he felt inside you. How well he stretched you. The grunts that left him turning you on in such a messy way. Mike moaned into the air. His head was thrown back as his fingertips kneaded against your hip. Bruisingly tight as he was fighting release. You were almost on the edge of orgasm.

Stuttering, Mike tried to speak. He stammered. “Close?…” Desperation in his tone. He was so cute holding back like that for you. You whined with a strangled little noise escaping you. The tip of his cock grinding inside of your body tightly. Against that tender soft spot, you felt close to blacking out. It felt that good. Clawing at the bed sheets you balled the fabric into your fists. He hummed out. Pleading with you.

“Cum for me… Baby, let me make you cum…” Mike grunted. Raking his nails over your soft skin, till it left faint red lines. That was it. It felt almost debilitating, burying your face in the sheets as you saw stars across your vision. Eyes fluttering shut. Cumming for him. Staining his sheets messily. The clenching and pulsating of your walls around him was too much for Mike as he let out a heaving grunt. Unable to pull out on time as you fucked your hips back into his. His cock filled you. Creaming inside of you, rope after rope of pent-up desire pumping deep into your core. He was arched over your body gripping at your waist. Squeezing at your sensitive skin haphazardly. Feeling every spill of his cum pouring into you. Mike's hold was so tight. As he steadied himself. Feeling his wet load leak against his own skin as it dripped out of you.

“Fuck… sorry... I tried to...” He hissed. As you breathlessly laughed. “Shut … up… It felt... so right.” You hummed. Hearing him scoff in return made it all the sweeter. Mike's forehead pressed into your back as he tried to catch his breath. His hips were grinding softly. Insatiably so, but you knew how tender he was as when you reciprocated, he rasped shyly. Tugging himself free, with a messy 'popping' noise. Shivering you as you felt his cum spill down the backs of your thighs, listening to his heavy exhale, shifting to roll onto your back so you could see him. You were more than a little dishevelled, however, Mike looked at you like you were angelic, bouncing down on the mattress beside you. A silence in the air, only broken by the sound of you both catching your breath. Hearing as he swallowed heavily, his fingertips traced against your wrist. Coarse like wood grain, though soothing all the same. Tracing deliberately on your inner palm, before lacing through your fingers. Compelled to, you rolled closer, moving to your side as you watched him. His shy eyes drifted to yours. A shared little smile between you, pressing your lips to his shoulder. Mike's eyes never left you.

"You are so beautiful..." Mike muttered.

“So are you…” You purred.

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Tada! Happy anniversary to FNAF, by absolutely FREAKING it with Mike Schmidt!

This is my first time writing !GenReader, so be gentle. I did a lot of revisions on it to make sure it was what I wanted (and hopefully something everyone can enjoy!)

Mike Schmidt, you have my heart and I will re-watch FNAF a thousand more times before the 2nd comes out.

（づ￣3￣）づ╭🩵～🤍

You were picking up her crayons. Carefully placing them back in the box. Colour by colour. She was so particular. Abby was a sweet kid and to her credit, behind her curious behaviour, you could tell she had grown to quite like your company maybe because you were a little immature and loved to make her laugh. Almost as much as you loved to catch Mike cracking a smile.

He’s been working consistently. Focused on work. And Abby. And most of his conversations consisted of the two. Despite technically being hired to ‘work for them’ it didn’t necessarily feel like work.

You bundled up the colouring books and sketchpads. Stacking them on the coffee table. The crayons settled on top as you flicked through the TV channels for background noise. Abby came running through. Checking the clock intently.

“He’ll be back soon Abb’s.” You smiled. “Maybe another hour or so?” Reassuring her. You moved to the kitchen where you were planning on cooking her favourite - spaghetti and meatballs. Abby followed you. Nearly catching on the backs of your shoes.

“Oo! Yes! I am hungry….” She peeked out behind you as you started to toss the meatballs into their pan. And the spaghetti into its pot.

“That’s because you didn’t finish lunch, you were too busy drawing…” You playfully scolded, tapping her on the nose. You always made sure to make a little extra for Mike. Making sure he was taking care of himself. If he wouldn't, you vowed you would. Even if he didn't know that. He seemed better since working day shifts again. The door kicking shut left you with a slight fright. The noise echoed, as you felt that similar flutter in your chest. Peering out the kitchen archway. Abby nearly knocked you flying as she ran to him. Telling him about what she had drawn today and bouncing in place about dinner.

“Meatballs, and spaghetti!..." Abby chimed in a sing-song voice. "You are early. They said you’d be another hour!” Abby grinned ear to ear. Turning to you as you stood quietly leaning on the doorframe. You caught him flick those morose soft eyes of his towards you. Returning a gentle smile to him. Mike's tired face softened, lips curling as he listened to Abby drawl on about her day spent with you.

Cringing slightly as she spoke about you to him.

"Hide n' seek?..." His eyes darted to you with a smile sneaking back on his lips. Dipping his head down as if to hide it. You were staring, unable to drag your eyes from him, though quickly realising you'd almost forgotten the food. Snapping to move back into the kitchen in a rush. You finished up peacefully, Mike popped his head in. Eying you, then the food. Hearing the evident grumble of his stomach.

"Need a hand or?..." Mike never really waited for an answer, stepping close to you, the cabinet door swinging open, as he reached to pull out some plates. Grabbing the pot of spaghetti, he began serving it while you finished the rest. Helping you carry them through and setting them down at the table. It could have been quiet, perhaps mildly awkward, but Abby would never allow for that, rambling about needing pens, and maybe paints. Mike nodded, you loved to just, watch. How he smiled, that little glimmer in his eyes. You were zoned out, eyes tracing his freckled nose. Watching his tired dark eyes. Until they looked over to you. Catching your gaze a moment, his brow furrowed, and then the little frown quickly faded. However, Abby ultimately brought his attention back to reality.

"I want to go camping! It is the Summer vacation, Mike, please?" She moped. Even with her big puppy eyes, he quickly mumbled 'no'. Without even a second of thought. Determined, Abby did try to persist. Pushing Mike, however, in true Mike fashion, he only offered head shakes that then left Abby frustrated.

"Abby, no. Drop it. Okay?" He was sharp. And it was unlike him. But you knew why. And so did Abby. She tried to prod at Mike further before you caved and stepped in. You knew you were butting in. And tried to stop yourself. It wasn’t your place but you offered an alternative. “What about camping in the garden?” Trying to pacify Abby’s stubbornness. A grin grew on her lips. Mike looked at you. Chin leaned against his knuckles as his elbow sat against the table.

“Will you come too?” Abby pleaded. Shaking your head with a little laugh. She pouted and suddenly turned her attention to Mike. “Can they? Please Mike, please?” You felt a warmth in your cheeks.

“Abby I can’t.” You retorted suddenly. As she pouted. Mike chimed. “I mean it was your idea.” Taking you by surprise. Blinking at him. “So we can?!” Abby practically banged her palms down on the dinner table shaking it. He nodded softly. Wrapped tightly around her finger. She quickly wolfed down her remaining food. Rushing to her room. There was a slight silence.

“Do… you even have a tent?” You scoffed at him. He shrugged a little. “We can figure it out. She seems, excited.” He finished up dinner before standing. “You can say no, y’know?” Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. You were conflicted. He looked at you. Soulfully staring. “Well you kinda already said yes on my behalf, I don’t like letting her down.” Referring to Abby. Mike stood awkwardly. “Well, do you know how to build a tent or a pillow fort out of sheets?” You smiled widely stifling your laughter.

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Before you knew it, you were outside with him and a tangle of old bed sheets. Using the washing line to hang them over into a tent-like shape. Hoping it looked and fit enough of the part that you wouldn’t freeze to death. You bunched and clipped as much as you could using clothes pegs and chairs to balance the sides of the tent. Tossing duvets inside as you moved inside to test it. Flopping down onto your back in the bundle of pillows. A trust fall almost, that you definitely should not have fallen for.

“Comfy?” Mike quipped. “Not really.” You grumbled as he laughed. Grumbling you sat up giving your back a quick rub. “But it will do.” He reached his hand out and pulled you to your feet. His callous fingers laced on your forearm for a moment. The simple touch lingered on your skin. You saw a flicker of something in his eyes. Unsure what, but he quickly dropped your arm as it fell back to your side. Mike cleared his throat. The sun was setting and he scratched the back of his head. “I’ll go get Abby if you want to sort some lights out and a few more blankets?” You nodded and finished up the tent. Tangling little fairy lights round the fabric walls, cursing as they caught and twisted in your fingertips. But the moment you turned them in, you couldn’t help but smile at the set-up. Then you went inside to make some popcorn and grabbed a bag of candy just for good measure. At least you knew Abby had a sweet tooth like you. Just as the thought left your mind Abby came rushing through in Pyjamas and a hoodie. Giddy. Barely able to speak. “SEE YOU OUTSIDE!” She squealed. Running with one of those old DVD players and a few DVD boxes to choose from. Almost tripping out the door in her excitement.

You joined her in the tent laughing as you checked through them. Mostly cartoons or animated films. All fun though. You felt her nudge you asking for your favourite. “Well, I used to watch this one when I was younger.” It was ‘My Neighbour Totoro’. Soon Mike's head peeked by the curtain-like entrance. “Cold?” He asked softly. You shook your head but he still tossed you one of his hoodies as he climbed in clumsily. Abby nestled between you both. You shifted to tug the hoodie on. It smelled like him. You nuzzled into the neckline. Certain it was not washed, but it was weirdly comforting. You knew that the way you felt about Mike exceeded what it should. And try as you might, with every minute spent with him that longing and hope only grew. But you buried it. Locking it away and tossing the key. Figuratively of course.

Redirecting your focus. It was quite roomy in the tent and yet it still felt like a hug. Moving forward you flopped down to your tummy like Abby. Mike sighed and followed suit as the three of you huddled around the small DVD player. “I didn’t think they still made these…” You snickered and Mike quickly retorted. “They probably don’t…” pointing to the stickers that were evidently his from many years before. Tracing the frayed and peeling corners with his thumb softly. As he popped the top open. Clipping the DVD inside. Quickly leaning back to you both to not miss the opening of the film. It was nice. Fluffy. A flurry of smiles on your face. As you and Abby giggled and laughed. Especially at Totoro. But you were distracted. Seeing him smile, Mike that is. It was rare. But he had the warmest little smirk on his lips. His tired eyes were so strained but persisted in staying awake. He was so stubborn. But you liked that! You gazed at how the flecks of warm brown and blue danced over his hazel eyes in the low dying light. The batteries were short-lived in the fairy lights. You paid no mind. Too busy catching sight of Mike's shallow breaths falling from his lips. Inhaling softly, the smell of his hoodie was a reminder. A reminder that you were glad you stayed.

You could have continued watching him for the remainder of the film. Mike's head turned slightly. Compelled to flick your eyes away quickly. Dammit, was the staring that obvious? You felt the pink rise on your face. Sighing a little to yourself, you drag your eyes back to him. Catching his gaze. A smile curled on your lips. And he nodded gently. Smiling back. Your eyes traced his mouth. Up every inch of his face. Noticing how the longer you looked, the pinker his cheeks became. Interrupted suddenly by Abby bouncing upward. Catching the silent stare you were both sharing. She was about to say something. And with Abby, you couldn’t risk whatever that may be. Interrupting her quickly.

“Did you enjoy it then?” You piped up. Abby nodded. She seemed a little in thought. Almost. “Hey, no more films okay? How about some cartoons…” Mike yawned sleepily. Propped up to his knees. He shifted to lay back into the bedding as Abby popped another DVD in. You leaned back and as time dragged on. All you could hear was a chime of episodes from a SpongeBob DVD. Occasionally you felt a giggle escape your chest. Sleepily. Fighting the urge to close your eyes. Peeking between you and Mike. Abby was asleep between you both and you rolled till you were facing the edge of the tent. The sound of the DVD trailing on. You’d thought you wouldn’t be able to sleep so soon. But quickly drifted.

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You were awoken by squeals of laughter from Abby. Confused at first you wiped your wet face. What the hell? Cursing at whatever was happening. Then you heard it. The crash of thunder, as the heavens practically caved in. Water spilt through thin cotton sheets above and rained down over you. Mike was snatching the stuff you had in the tent and pulling Abby to her feet. The small space suddenly filled with the low hearty rumble of his laughter. He had taken his hoodie off. Standing in the arch of the tent. The white t-shirt clung to his body tightly. Soaked through. Wiping sleep from your eyes as you looked up at him. His dark curls fell down over his forehead. Mike's laughter quietened. Though not fully, he reached for your hand. Though you were still very much dazed from being ripped from your slumber. Staring up at him. “Get moving sleepyhead…” He shouted as the raindrops bounced against his head. You grasped at his hand as he pulled you to your feet haphazardly. Keeping his grip dragging you out of the tent. Running across the garden as you all jumbled into the house. Nearly slipping on the vinyl as you realised you were still clinging to Mike's hand. His grip stopped you from falling. “Easy!” He cackled a little at your misery. He reached into the dryer grabbing some towels as he tangled Abby in hers. And reached one around you. Catching you shivering a little. As he rubbed it up and down your arms that were still encased in the hoodie. Lingering closely a moment. As you both stared a moment. Before Mike inevitably let go. Mumbling a weird apology.

He shifted attention elsewhere and urged Abby to change. And cleaned up some of the stuff soaked from the tent as you tried to quietly help. Before he left, checking on Abby and tucking her in. “And this…is why camping sucks…” he said defiantly. Pointing at her and poking her nose. She was going to bite back at his remark but just giggled instead. “I still had fun!” She called after him. “Just go to sleep…” Mike rolled his eyes. You were already heading to the living room to check your phone. It was dead. You had already decided it would be best to go home after all that. Heading to get your shoes. Shoving them on, wobbling on one foot as you fixed the laces. Mike wandered in. The t-shirt and jogging bottoms drenched into his silhouette as he fiddled with the edges of it as if to remove it. Until he saw you standing just shy of the front door. You felt yourself unable to look away. Washing your eyes over his hairy chest beneath.

“A-are you leaving?…” He asked with a slight rasp of what you could only read as, disappointment. You hesitated. “Well…the weather kinda ruined it…” Trying to poke fun at the otherwise lovely night. Mike simply nodded. “It is late though, sure you can get home safe? I mean I could drive you…” He offered. “No don’t wake Abby. I’ll be okay.” You fumbled to reassure him. He stepped a bit closer. The curls of his hair drooped down and stuck to his rain-soaked skin. “Or… or you could stay?…” Eyes half-lidded. Dark under the moonlight drifting through the windows.

“I… can’t expect that from you…” You resigned.

“Please stay…” Mike said with sudden urgency. “But where… where will I-“ Cut off by him.

“I’ll sleep on the sofa.” Mike persisted. “I can’t ask you to do that.” You returned, you wanted to. God you wanted to stay. You hadn’t realised his callous hand was lingering around your smaller palm. Stroking circles with his thumb on the inside of your fist. “Please…just…” Mike stepped closer. His mouth was slightly agape. As if trying to say something. Anything. For so long. So long. He was impossible to read. You could never quite figure him out. But with him this close. Leaning over you. Asking you to stay. You felt a flurry of anticipation in your stomach. But he was frozen in place. “Please what?” You asked so quietly you were unsure he’d hear.

“Just…stay with me… please…” His voice was breathy, heavy. The words ‘stay with me’ echoed in your ears repeatedly. Yet you found yourself nodding quietly. Mike's hand drifted up as if to touch your face. Stiffening as he let go of you defeatedly. Pressing one foot back he created space between you both. Quickly you were gripping the front of his soaked t-shirt so he couldn’t create any further distance. Leaning forward your lips ghosted his. Unsure if this is what he was trying to do and faltered. You waited to see if he would stop you. ‘Can..I-“ Instantly cut off as he interrupted. “Yes.” A heavy breath left his lips. You nudged noses with him. Tilting your head as your lips pressed to his. You practically fell into his chest as you did it. Pulling back shyly. Hearing a little ‘no’ fall from Mike's lips as he pressed into you. Reaching to cradle the back of your head. Kissing you deeply. His tongue brushed against your lips. Seeking more. A soft moan followed as you let him. Tasting his mouth on yours. You both stayed in one another arms. Lost in the moment.

You were the one to break it. “D-don’t sleep on the sofa…” That was all you managed to mumble as you caught his nervous laugh. Red crept across his cheeks. Mike's lips returned to yours with complete desperation.

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MORE FLUFF!! MOREEEEE!

I just really liked the idea of Mike eventually going camping again, even if it is just in the garden! Also, romantic tension. Unresolved feelings. And LONGING. It is all I ever want, fluff and mild angst.

I may write a more NSFW follow-up between the reader and Mike if the people want it!!! I just didn't want to include any of that in this one because sometimes all you need is domestic fluff to get by!

your hands come up, checking the restraints are on tight, giving them a gentle tug, earning a soft grunt from him. something flashes in your eyes, excitement? joosh isn't sure, he can hardly focus with how hard his dick is throbbing, arching high and waiting for you.

when you first noticed the restraints in his bedroom, you wondered how many times he had lain there alone, begging pathetically in pleading whispers that no one would hear into his empty bedroom, begging for someone to tie him up and fuck him as he pumped his dick into his fist. when you offered, his eyes widened, glittering with arousal and eagerness.

"you're driving me fucking crazy here," he groans, brows furrowing as he gives you that signature pissed-off look. he couldn't scare you, in fact, you wonder if joosh has ever scared anyone in his life. those puppy dog eyes surely could never serve him any good in threatening situations, but they do look good rolled back and watering as he begs to cum.

"patience," you remind him, tutting as you settle down on his bare thighs, "always so impatient, aren't you?"

he grits his teeth, the way you speak to him ignites a fire in the pit of his stomach, it always does. he just needs to feel you, just a little bit - your tight hole wrapped around his cock, or, or. . . maybe your mouth. but he can't let you know he's that desperate yet.

you watch as his chest rises and falls in shuddering breaths, sweat already beading across his freckled skin. his heart is probably pounding by now, you think to yourself.

ignoring his twitching cock, you instead place your hands firmly on his stomach, your fingers splaying out across his fuzzy skin as you lean forward. "it almost feels too good having you at my mercy like this. . ." your eyes flick to the restraints and then back to him.

"this isn't a game," he whines, pulling at the restraints that are oh so cruelly depriving him of being able to touch you, to be able to grip your hips and plunge into you. his legs squirm slightly at the thought.

you smirk, "isn't it?" your hands snake up his chest, brushing past his piercing causing a gasp to escape him as your hands find their home around his neck.

it always amuses you, how such a rich and 'successful' man like joosh would always be reduced to a quivering mess below you any time you wanted. outside the bedroom, his rough persona (that no one believed anyway) was in such stark contrast to the whimpering mess he was in the sheets for you.

hands tightening around his neck, he shifts his hips up to try and achieve any sort of friction, but you quell this with a sharp buck of your hips against his thighs, pushing him down.

"can't i just-"

you grip his throat tighter, promptly shutting him up, "babe, shut the fuck up. it's my turn tonight."

his brows lower further and his dick aches at your words, precum coating his begging tip, "fucking hell, okay." joosh hisses, pretending like you scolding him doesn't turn him on.

"are you gonna be good so i can fuck you?" you ask, your hands moving back down to his chest, nails dragging lightly across his skin, "i want you to be good, joosh, can you do that?"

he swallows hard, head swimming, "yeah, sure, whatever, fine." he mutters in his usual gruff, fake voice, body betraying his uncaring tone as his dick twitches once more.

you roll your eyes, he was always this difficult, always this insistent on keeping up that stupid fucking persona of his. but it's fine. you'll make him act like the little bitch he is soon enough. he'll remember his place. he always does eventually.

shifting forward, your hips rest against his length and he moans, eyes growing distant. you can't help but grin, he could probably cum just like this.

"that's what you want, isn't it?" you whisper, rolling your hips against him slowly, "you want me to take care of you?"

moans are spilling from his lips, eyebrows curved as his lips quiver with every sound. can't even talk, he's so cute. your eyes trail up to watch his hands clench into fists against the restraints instinctively.

"aw what's wrong, you wanna touch me?" you tease with a smirk.

he nods quickly, panting softly, fingers twitching.

"too bad," tilting your head, you bite your lip, "i think i like you better like this, craving me, taking what i give you, yeah?"

a whine slips from his lips, arching up his hips to meet your slow grinding against him.

"you'll take what i give you?" you ask, almost condescendingly. it's less of a question, more of a statement.

"anything. . ." he whimpers.

and you chuckle, pressing your splayed palms against his stomach as you grind, feeling that delicious friction driving him closer to breaking point. you slide a hand down, pressing his length against you a little more firmly before taking him in your hand. slowly, so slowly, you begin to pump him as you grind against his dick.

his mind is blank, cock throbbing in your hand as you shift against it, the combined feeling of your hand and your heat - it's too much, too much.

"oh, f-fuck. . . baby please. . ." joosh whines, swallowing hard in an attempt to stop more moans from escaping him. he wonders why he ever tries to resist you, ever tries to play dominant. "need it so bad. . ."

and it would be so easy, to make him cum just like this. but that's not what you want, and you know it's not what he wants from the way he's shifting his hips, eyes hazy as he focuses all his efforts into not cumming all over his own stomach.

you ask, "what do you want-"

"to fuck you." he replies, almost too quickly, before you even finish your sentence.

stilling your movements against him, you reply, "hmm, no. good try, but that's not the answer i want. try again."

shit, he knows what you want him to say. he inhales shakily, ". . .want you to fuck me."

"that's it. . . good boy," you push up and hover over him, watching as his eyes widen, a silent plead for you to sink down on him. his tongue darts out to wet his lips, like he's preparing mentally to not be a whimpering mess in about three seconds.

slowly, you ease down on him, and the sound he makes. . . oh fuck the sound. a high-pitched whimper as he feels your hot, tight hole envelope him so perfectly. his head falls back against his pillow, eyes fluttering closed as they roll back. joosh pulls at the restraints, the leather creaking under his effort.

your hips connect with his as he settles deep inside you and you sigh softly, feeling contently full. his size wasn't anything to write home about, but that didn't bother you, he felt just right.

"so tight. . ." he gasps out, aching at your stillness, silently pleading for you to move.

a smirk creeps onto your lips, clenching once, causing him to gasp sharply. he wouldn't last long like this, and to be fair, with his inexperience he never did last long anyway. you'd hear him on mic with his friends, bragging about all the people he's 'fucked' while touring with his esports group. dirty little liar. the only thing he's ever fucked is that pathetic sex doll of his, his own hand, and you - when you'd let him.

you lean down, peppering his jaw in soft kisses as you keep your hips still, making him wait for it. he's throbbing, mind desperate to think of anything but the fact that he's tied up at your mercy while deep inside of you.

making your way up along his jaw to the back of his ear, you whisper, "is it nice and tight and hot for you baby?"

he moans, a weak and pathetic one, tone curving upwards at the end. and he begins to moan again, but stops abruptly as you begin to bounce on his length without warning.

joosh is stunned into silence, feeling his cock ease in and out of you in a rhythmic fashion as he lays there and takes it. his hands go limp in the restraints, only able to focus on the overwhelming feeling of being buried inside of you.

you decide to tease him, easing out to only take his tip, bouncing there before slamming all the way down against his hips with a satisfying smack. his bed creaks at the pressure, and he squeaks too.

"oh that's it, isn't it?" you coo, panting softly as you inch up and then slam down again, "you want it hard, don't you?"

holy fuck, how did you know exactly what to say to send him reeling? he can't think, can't do anything but take it. over and over, your sweet rhythm driving him higher and higher, those lewd smacks filling the room with a growing intensity.

you can't lie, he feels fucking good, your eyes focusing on his face as it contorts in pleasure. he finally lets out a loud, rumbling groan that he's been holding back, signalling that he's given himself to you completely.

he wants to touch you, wants it so bad, wants to run his hands along your sweet body and grip and pull and grab and slam you down onto him, as if he could go impossibly deep if he tried hard enough. the restraints whine against the pressure he's putting on them, desperately pulling against them towards you. and you simply laugh, mouth open as you chase your own pleasure.

"gonna use you to get off. . ." you grunt with each bounce, "you gonna make me cum, pretty boy?" - you don't need to ask if he wants to cum, you know he does. plus, it's fun to pretend to not care about his pleasure, he needs put in his place.

"h-holy fuck!" he groans, hips bucking into yours to meet you mid-air. he's throbbing harder now, and you can feel it, feel the way he wants to explode inside of you. you're riding him so good, too good, your hands gripping at his plush hips to give yourself leverage as you take him, squeezing his flesh between your fingers.

"feels good, hm?" you pant, loosening your grip until your hands are snaking back behind you to his thighs, changing the angle. and that's it, that's the angle you need, the angle you both need.

he moans in sync with you in response to the angle and he watches through hooded lids as your head dips back. joosh thinks it a crime that you're splayed out on top of him, spread wide, and he's not allowed to touch you? what sort of bullshit is that? he pulls at the restraints more as if they'll magically give way this time.

"oh fuck, fuck, fuck. . ." you curse in a whisper, feeling his hardened length slip in and out easier and easier as you loosen up around him, feeling your climax approach.

joosh can feel it too, the way you begin to flutter around him, causing him to see stars. the bed creaks, his bed frame making contact with the wall at each bounce, causing his stupid fucking 'sin' sign to shake dangerously above the two of you.

"cum in me," you command breathlessly and suddenly, looking down at him, "wanna feel it nice and deep baby, can you do that?"

he whines and his hands ball into fists, thighs tensing.

"know you wanna touch me, but you can't. just cum, give it to me," you practically growl, "now."

you tilt your hips backwards slightly to get a better angle, and it's all over, happening in slow motion. the new angle causes your next combined thrust to send his cock deep, hitting that sweet spot inside you, immediately causing you to clamp down on him. each following thrust has him hitting it again and again, and he can tell he's hitting it from the way your tight hole is desperately trying to milk him dry, tightening around his sensitive cock.

you're cumming, fuck, you're cumming all over him before he can - but in a split second, he empties deep into you, feeling his white hot cum pour into your spasming hole. he can't take it, can't handle it, it's too intense, how could he possibly hold back when you're writhing like that, clenching like that and moaning like that? riding him to ecstasy like he was a toy for you to use.

and fuck, it's so good. he writhes in his restraints, the combined sounds of your moaning and wet slapping of skin on skin from both your releases pooling against your bodies echo in his bedroom, the intense almost brutal pace causing you both to scream out. your orgasm rips through you, sending ripples up your spine and across your stomach. his movements are faltering, unable to speak, hardly able to move as your hole throbs in a fading rhythm around him.

the thrusts begin to subside, slowing, small twitches, jerks and gasps shared between you as you come down from that euphoric high. your hips settle and still against his as you slump forward, catching yourself as your hands prop yourself up at either side of his head.

he's still panting too, eyes squeezed shut as his hands go limp on the leather restraints once more, spent. words escape him.

leaning in, you capture his lips in a sloppy, tired, messy kiss, tongue playing lazily against his as he groans, aftershocks causing him to jerk up against you slightly, dick tensing. you hum into the kiss, continuing like this for a few minutes until you're both breathing softly, calm.

you pull back, pulling at his bottom lip as you do. he groans at you, eyes fluttering open to find yours.

"see? wasn't so bad, was it?" you smirk, glancing at the restraints.

joosh rolls his eyes, but a faint smirk curls on his lips, "okay, it maybe sorta wasn't completely terrible to be the one tied up. but if you tell anyone. . ."

"yeah yeah, reputation ruined, kicked out of your league, banished forever, doomed to a life of solo fortnite games, blah blah blah. . ." you grin and mimic his eye roll.

"shut up," he lowers his eyebrows and practically growls, it's pathetic, but there's still that faint smirk on his lips. he bucks his hips against you in protest, but it only serves to make himself whimper.

you laugh, he's a fucking mess. "whatever, jfutz." you roll off him, raising up so he slips out, earning a soft sigh from you both, the sensitivity apparent. "i'm gonna go get cleaned up." your feet find the edge of the bed and you stand, stretching slightly.

"yeah, run, go." his eyes trail up and down your body, pausing at your ass. fuck, he wants to grab it.

looking over your shoulder, you grin and head towards his door, giving him a teasing wave as you disappear towards the bathroom, aiming to take a looooong shower.

once you're out of sight, joosh sighs and relaxes against his sheets, eyes closing. he can't wipe the satisfied smirk from his face.

that is, until he's suddenly aware of the leather still strapped tightly around his wrists. his eyes snap open, widening. you'd left him tied up deliberately. pathetically and in futility, he fights against the restraints. "babe!" he calls out, struggling with soft grunts, "you fucker- babe!" joosh calls louder.

you pretend not to hear him, but he hears the water start to run and grits his teeth knowing how you like your lengthy showers. and all he can do is lay there, fucked out, spent and frustrated in his own bedroom as he tries not to grow hard again, imagining you washing the remnants of his release from between your legs as you enjoy your time, smirking, knowing he's stuck waiting for you just a wall away.

. . .

shit.

he's hard again.

Derek began to press soft kisses to your neck, one hand cupping your face and the other caressing your sides. His palm rubs over your stomach, then made its way to your arm, dragging the soft pads of his fingertips against your skin. His kisses felt like heaven to you, each one sending a desperate chill down your spine.

“B—”

“I don’t wanna hear it,” Derek mutters hoarsely as he began to nibble the sensitive skin on your neck, softly biting it between his teeth and sucking, sure to leave red and purple marks much sooner.

Recently, you had a random wave of depression: your insecurities rose back up, much more severe than before, crushing your self-image entirely. Expressing your concerns to your lover, relentlessly insisting that he deserved someone better, someone prettier, someone normal, a bona fide woman, something in him just snapped. He was going to do whatever it took to prove you wrong and convince you that all he wanted and needed was you.

Your previous words had repeated abysmally in his head, like shitty earworm songs. He was brought back to the past moment with your phone in your hand, opened to several pictures of beautiful, confident women and models, something that you could never be. And he could hear your miserable voice reverberating over and over again:

“I deprive you, don’t I?”

So there you were, laid out on the cold mattress where you’ve always slept together. Both of your clothing were sprawled out across the room, tossed carelessly by Derek as he’d previously removed everything himself. You were under him, unsure that he truly wanted this and truly wanted you. Surely he deserved someone much prettier and more normal than you.

“I know what you’re thinking about,” he mumbles, looking up at you slightly before trailing kisses downwards to your collarbone, reaching your chest. “I love you.” Derek began to pepper kisses against the faint line on your chest from your top surgery operation many years ago, the scarring already completely healed. “I don’t want anyone else,” he pressed his lips against the other side, following along the scar, “but you. Do you hear me?”

You nod quietly, but with that, falsely. You were uncertain why you couldn’t just accept his words. It seemed to untrue. You had faith in Derek, you couldn’t doubt him, but you knew that nobody, especially him, should ever be reduced to a partner like yourself. Shouldn’t he be with someone who was much more beautiful than you? Why was he with you? He deserved much more than you. Your body was unnatural, your identity was unnatural, you weren’t normal, your—

“Hey, hey, hey,” he whispers affectionately, wiping their tear at the corner of your eye that left as you had been drowned in those thoughts. “You’re beautiful.” It was like he could read your mind. “You’re so, so beautiful.” You hated it. “You’re perfect.”

Derek pressed his lips to the center of your chest, inhaling deeply as he trailed down towards your stomach, covering it in kisses. Then he reached the top of your thigh, beginning to leave more hickeys, marking you up incessantly. Soft whimpers escaped your pretty mouth, making Derek smirk to himself as he continued, letting his gentle palms caress at your sides.

“I wouldn’t trade you for anyone or anything else, my love,” he declares, rubbing your inner thighs with his thumbs before opening your legs, spreading them out. While you admit that you were still very insecure about your relationship with Derek, you couldn’t help but become aroused from his affectionate touches and words, thus revealing an astonishing wetness between your thighs. Your boyfriend moans softly at the sight, looking up at you while he kissed at your skin right above your clit. “You look so fucking gorgeous, my love, so gorgeous…”

He hooks his arms under your thighs to grip them with his hands before licking up a stripe at your pussy. The sound that escaped your mouth was complete perfection, Derek observing the way your lips parted and eyelids grow heavy, his own lustful eyes boring into yours. He then began to lap his tongue at your center much faster, teasing between your folds, tasting you, kissing you, making your legs squirm under him. “Fuck, you taste so good, baby, what a pretty fuckin’ pussy,” he praised breathlessly, “Fuckin’ love your perfect, pretty pussy…” And once you finally feel his lips close around your clit, his warm tongue lingering against it, you moan out in pure pleasure, hands immediately reaching for his hair.

“Ah-ahhhh,” you cry softly as your fingers tangle in his curls, tugging lightly. The pulling sensation prompted Derek to remove one hand from your a thigh, lining up his finger with your entrance as he continued licking at your clit. His finger methodically ran along your wet folds before slowly easing in, slipping so easily inside of you. “M—Mmmm…”

You hummed softly in contentment, feeling his finger explore your insides until he instantly slips another one in, stretching your walls and making you cry out a choked moan. His other hand spreads your other thigh out wider, pumping his two fingers in and out of your wetness at a steady, loving pace.

You felt your own hands fail yourself, falling back down on the mattress as your fingers gripped the sheets below you instead. You could feel the tip of Derek’s tongue flick at your sensitive bud skillfully, then kissing and lapping his tongue against it. Your nails dug further into the mattress as your moans became louder, face red and flushed in ultimate ecstasy.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you moan. “Mm—Derek—”

“Mmmm,” he hummed with his lips still at your clit, sending small vibrations to you, causing you to squirm and whine further.

“Fuck,” you pant as you felt closer to the edge and then…

Shit. You let out a soft, desperate whine as Derek slowly withdrew his fingers, leaving a chaste kiss on your skin before pulling away. His lips pressed against several areas of your thighs, then to your folded knee. “You taste so fucking good,” he mumbles, “You turn me on so fucking much, your body turns me on so much, you know that?”

Your bright, satisfied eyes looked up at him in pure submission, nearly begging him to touch you more. And yet, you couldn’t help but think: was he just saying this because you brought it up in the first place? And would he keep touching and tasting you longer if you were prettier? Would he touch you even more and thoughtfully if you had the body of a goddess? A siren? A woman? Ultimately, it all came down to this:

would he love you more than he did if you weren’t trans?

Derek witnessed you spacing out again in your thoughts, cupping your face gently and shushing you. “Hey,” he whispers, kissing at your neck and your face. “You’re all I ever want. Nothing’s gonna change that.” He reached down to kiss at the healed scarring on your chest again, making you shiver.

“God, look how fucking hard I am,” he cooed, urging you to see his throbbing length, “just by looking at how damn sexy you are…” His cock was completely hard, precum leaking slightly at the tip as you admired him intensely. His body had always been so beautiful and attractive to you, that you felt your own core heat up.

Derek kissed your lips briefly, deepening it while he grabbed under your thighs, lifting you up so he could sit against the bed frame with you straddling him. “That’s it, baby, I’ve got you,” he reassures gruffly, gripping tightly onto your hips. “I’ve got you.” As you hover over his lap, holding yourself up by your knees, Derek removes one hand from your hip, gripping onto his thick cock, stroking your wet folds with its head, teasing your entrance.

“Ah-Ahh,” you sigh softly in pleasure, mind beginning to become fuzzy as you succumb to the feeling of his dick slowly rubbing your pussy. Your head hung low as your hands held onto his shoulders, nails slightly digging into his skin.

He lined up his cock with your slick entrance, pushing you down onto him, stretching your walls with his thick girth. And suddenly, you could feel all your worries and insecurities dissipate into something so much more meaningless, as microscopic as a particle of glitter—except they weren't as pretty. But this allowed you to completely enjoy every feeling, every sensation guiltlessly.

“Ahhh, fuuuuck,” you whine, “fuck, Derek… sh-shit—”

Derek’s grasp on your hips remained as he lasciviously slammed them up and down his cock, grunting and moaning softly.

“Oh, fuck…” Derek’s lips parted gorgeously as he let out pleasured groans. His eyes were half-lidded, looking at you as if you were prey, yet simultaneously overwhelmed by a haze of arousal. He not only got off by the tightness of your pussy around him, but also from your beautifully rhythmic moans. You panted and whimpered loudly in such a gratifyingly repetitive manner that it was practically a dirty symphony to Derek’s ears. Paired with the lewd sound of skin slapping against skin, it was as if it were the only orchestral piece that he could stand.

Derek slightly jerked his hips up into yours each time he slammed yours down on his, making your cries louder and more desperate. He then moved his hands to your ass, squeezing the flesh selfishly as he controls your movements against him, sneaking a small smack against a cheek.

“So sexy, you’re so fucking sexy, baby,” he pants heavily, grabbing the side of your face with one hand to kiss your lips deeply, shoving his tongue past your lips to taste you. “I’m so… fucking lucky to have you…” he mutters in between kisses until he finally pulls away with a short string of saliva connecting one another’s lips, breaking it with a quick peck from Derek.

Suddenly, he changes the position by pushing you down, your back now flat against the mattress as he hovered over you. His legs were spread apart, his hips still lined up with yours as your ankles were above the back of his thighs. Placing his palms on the mattress while your knees were raised, his arms, against the back of your knees, trapped each leg in that open and spread out position. Penetrating you again, the two of you let out a loud, soft moan in unison.

“Fuck!” Derek hisses from immense pleasure as he began to move again, at a much faster pace than before. You choke out high-pitched sounds as you feel his cock constantly thrusting in and out of your fleshy walls with every wet slap. The bed creaked and rocked violently with every movement that came from Derek. He relentlessly stretched you open and buried himself even deeper inside of you, ensuring that he strokes his pelvis against your clit with every thrust, the closeness between your bodies creating an even more intimate atmosphere.

“Oh, fuck!” You cried softly, lips parted as you felt so much throbbing pleasure against your heat.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty… Tell me that you’re pretty, baby, can you do that for me?” He inquired in a hot, low mutter.

Your thoughts froze at the request. “I—But I’m—”

He thrusts even deeper inside of you, making you moan louder. “C’mon, baby. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever laid eyes upon. C’mon, tell me you’re pretty. Say it.”

“I—” You looked up into his eyes with desperation. “I’m pretty.”

“That’s my good baby… Now tell me that you’re beautiful…”

“I—” you stammer, “I’m… beautiful.”

“Again.”

“I’m beautiful.”

“Again.”

His cock pounded deeply and harder into your walls, making you cry in complete pleasure. “I-I’m beautiful.”

Your hands reached up towards the back of his neck, bringing his face down to press his forehead against yours, staring deeply into each other’s eyes while gasps and moans escaped the two of your lips.

“Tell me you belong to me. That you’re mine only,” he commands vigorously.

“I-I’m yours,” you whimper loudly.

“Damn right, you’re mine,” he huffs breathlessly, almost in a lustful slur, “all fuckin’ mine…” Derek smashes his lips against yours in a fiery and passionate kiss, burying his face in your neck to add more dark hickeys than you’d already had. Your hands go to his hair, holding his head as you tangle your fingers in his curls, lightly tugging as you feel your body begin to clench around his dick.

Your moans become more desperate as you felt yourself getting closer and closer to the edge, whining to yourself from how ecstatic this all felt. The raunchy silhouette of Derek’s body rocking lustfully against yours was truthfully a beautiful sight.

“I—I’m close!” You whimper out, your panting speeding up. “I’m so close, I—I’m gonna cum—!”

“Fuuck,” Derek grunts, “Cum for me baby, fuck, c’mon.” He sped up his pace, making your vision blur as your eyes rolled to the back of hour head in pure ecstasy. And finally, with one more deep, fast thrust, your body tensed up completely, a loud whine escaping your mouth as you came, your pussy clenching deliciously around him.

Your orgasm instantly drove Derek to the edge, groaning as he came deep inside of you, shoots of his warm white cum decorating your walls and filling you up. He stays like this for a while, collapsing on your body as his face is buried in your neck. The two of you were panting heavily, struggling to catch your breaths from the intense climax. Derek began peppering kisses on your neck once more, going over the old hickeys that formed several moments ago.

“I love you so fucking much, okay, baby? I wouldn’t—I’d never leave you,” he mutters, making your heart full. “You could never, ever deprive me, baby, you’re everything I could ever want. Your body is so damn beautiful, you’re so fucking perfect…”

your hands come up, checking the restraints are on tight, giving them a gentle tug, earning a soft grunt from him. something flashes in your eyes, excitement? joosh isn't sure, he can hardly focus with how hard his dick is throbbing, arching high and waiting for you.

when you first noticed the restraints in his bedroom, you wondered how many times he had lain there alone, begging pathetically in pleading whispers that no one would hear into his empty bedroom, begging for someone to tie him up and fuck him as he pumped his dick into his fist. when you offered, his eyes widened, glittering with arousal and eagerness.

"you're driving me fucking crazy here," he groans, brows furrowing as he gives you that signature pissed-off look. he couldn't scare you, in fact, you wonder if joosh has ever scared anyone in his life. those puppy dog eyes surely could never serve him any good in threatening situations, but they do look good rolled back and watering as he begs to cum.

"patience," you remind him, tutting as you settle down on his bare thighs, "always so impatient, aren't you?"

he grits his teeth, the way you speak to him ignites a fire in the pit of his stomach, it always does. he just needs to feel you, just a little bit - your tight hole wrapped around his cock, or, or. . . maybe your mouth. but he can't let you know he's that desperate yet.

you watch as his chest rises and falls in shuddering breaths, sweat already beading across his freckled skin. his heart is probably pounding by now, you think to yourself.

ignoring his twitching cock, you instead place your hands firmly on his stomach, your fingers splaying out across his fuzzy skin as you lean forward. "it almost feels too good having you at my mercy like this. . ." your eyes flick to the restraints and then back to him.

"this isn't a game," he whines, pulling at the restraints that are oh so cruelly depriving him of being able to touch you, to be able to grip your hips and plunge into you. his legs squirm slightly at the thought.

you smirk, "isn't it?" your hands snake up his chest, brushing past his piercing causing a gasp to escape him as your hands find their home around his neck.

it always amuses you, how such a rich and 'successful' man like joosh would always be reduced to a quivering mess below you any time you wanted. outside the bedroom, his rough persona (that no one believed anyway) was in such stark contrast to the whimpering mess he was in the sheets for you.

hands tightening around his neck, he shifts his hips up to try and achieve any sort of friction, but you quell this with a sharp buck of your hips against his thighs, pushing him down.

"can't i just-"

you grip his throat tighter, promptly shutting him up, "babe, shut the fuck up. it's my turn tonight."

his brows lower further and his dick aches at your words, precum coating his begging tip, "fucking hell, okay." joosh hisses, pretending like you scolding him doesn't turn him on.

"are you gonna be good so i can fuck you?" you ask, your hands moving back down to his chest, nails dragging lightly across his skin, "i want you to be good, joosh, can you do that?"

he swallows hard, head swimming, "yeah, sure, whatever, fine." he mutters in his usual gruff, fake voice, body betraying his uncaring tone as his dick twitches once more.

you roll your eyes, he was always this difficult, always this insistent on keeping up that stupid fucking persona of his. but it's fine. you'll make him act like the little bitch he is soon enough. he'll remember his place. he always does eventually.

shifting forward, your hips rest against his length and he moans, eyes growing distant. you can't help but grin, he could probably cum just like this.

"that's what you want, isn't it?" you whisper, rolling your hips against him slowly, "you want me to take care of you?"

moans are spilling from his lips, eyebrows curved as his lips quiver with every sound. can't even talk, he's so cute. your eyes trail up to watch his hands clench into fists against the restraints instinctively.

"aw what's wrong, you wanna touch me?" you tease with a smirk.

he nods quickly, panting softly, fingers twitching.

"too bad," tilting your head, you bite your lip, "i think i like you better like this, craving me, taking what i give you, yeah?"

a whine slips from his lips, arching up his hips to meet your slow grinding against him.

"you'll take what i give you?" you ask, almost condescendingly. it's less of a question, more of a statement.

"anything. . ." he whimpers.

and you chuckle, pressing your splayed palms against his stomach as you grind, feeling that delicious friction driving him closer to breaking point. you slide a hand down, pressing his length against you a little more firmly before taking him in your hand. slowly, so slowly, you begin to pump him as you grind against his dick.

his mind is blank, cock throbbing in your hand as you shift against it, the combined feeling of your hand and your heat - it's too much, too much.

"oh, f-fuck. . . baby please. . ." joosh whines, swallowing hard in an attempt to stop more moans from escaping him. he wonders why he ever tries to resist you, ever tries to play dominant. "need it so bad. . ."

and it would be so easy, to make him cum just like this. but that's not what you want, and you know it's not what he wants from the way he's shifting his hips, eyes hazy as he focuses all his efforts into not cumming all over his own stomach.

you ask, "what do you want-"

"to fuck you." he replies, almost too quickly, before you even finish your sentence.

stilling your movements against him, you reply, "hmm, no. good try, but that's not the answer i want. try again."

shit, he knows what you want him to say. he inhales shakily, ". . .want you to fuck me."

"that's it. . . good boy," you push up and hover over him, watching as his eyes widen, a silent plead for you to sink down on him. his tongue darts out to wet his lips, like he's preparing mentally to not be a whimpering mess in about three seconds.

slowly, you ease down on him, and the sound he makes. . . oh fuck the sound. a high-pitched whimper as he feels your hot, tight hole envelope him so perfectly. his head falls back against his pillow, eyes fluttering closed as they roll back. joosh pulls at the restraints, the leather creaking under his effort.

your hips connect with his as he settles deep inside you and you sigh softly, feeling contently full. his size wasn't anything to write home about, but that didn't bother you, he felt just right.

"so tight. . ." he gasps out, aching at your stillness, silently pleading for you to move.

a smirk creeps onto your lips, clenching once, causing him to gasp sharply. he wouldn't last long like this, and to be fair, with his inexperience he never did last long anyway. you'd hear him on mic with his friends, bragging about all the people he's 'fucked' while touring with his esports group. dirty little liar. the only thing he's ever fucked is that pathetic sex doll of his, his own hand, and you - when you'd let him.

you lean down, peppering his jaw in soft kisses as you keep your hips still, making him wait for it. he's throbbing, mind desperate to think of anything but the fact that he's tied up at your mercy while deep inside of you.

making your way up along his jaw to the back of his ear, you whisper, "is it nice and tight and hot for you baby?"

he moans, a weak and pathetic one, tone curving upwards at the end. and he begins to moan again, but stops abruptly as you begin to bounce on his length without warning.

joosh is stunned into silence, feeling his cock ease in and out of you in a rhythmic fashion as he lays there and takes it. his hands go limp in the restraints, only able to focus on the overwhelming feeling of being buried inside of you.

you decide to tease him, easing out to only take his tip, bouncing there before slamming all the way down against his hips with a satisfying smack. his bed creaks at the pressure, and he squeaks too.

"oh that's it, isn't it?" you coo, panting softly as you inch up and then slam down again, "you want it hard, don't you?"

holy fuck, how did you know exactly what to say to send him reeling? he can't think, can't do anything but take it. over and over, your sweet rhythm driving him higher and higher, those lewd smacks filling the room with a growing intensity.

you can't lie, he feels fucking good, your eyes focusing on his face as it contorts in pleasure. he finally lets out a loud, rumbling groan that he's been holding back, signalling that he's given himself to you completely.

he wants to touch you, wants it so bad, wants to run his hands along your sweet body and grip and pull and grab and slam you down onto him, as if he could go impossibly deep if he tried hard enough. the restraints whine against the pressure he's putting on them, desperately pulling against them towards you. and you simply laugh, mouth open as you chase your own pleasure.

"gonna use you to get off. . ." you grunt with each bounce, "you gonna make me cum, pretty boy?" - you don't need to ask if he wants to cum, you know he does. plus, it's fun to pretend to not care about his pleasure, he needs put in his place.

"h-holy fuck!" he groans, hips bucking into yours to meet you mid-air. he's throbbing harder now, and you can feel it, feel the way he wants to explode inside of you. you're riding him so good, too good, your hands gripping at his plush hips to give yourself leverage as you take him, squeezing his flesh between your fingers.

"feels good, hm?" you pant, loosening your grip until your hands are snaking back behind you to his thighs, changing the angle. and that's it, that's the angle you need, the angle you both need.

he moans in sync with you in response to the angle and he watches through hooded lids as your head dips back. joosh thinks it a crime that you're splayed out on top of him, spread wide, and he's not allowed to touch you? what sort of bullshit is that? he pulls at the restraints more as if they'll magically give way this time.

"oh fuck, fuck, fuck. . ." you curse in a whisper, feeling his hardened length slip in and out easier and easier as you loosen up around him, feeling your climax approach.

joosh can feel it too, the way you begin to flutter around him, causing him to see stars. the bed creaks, his bed frame making contact with the wall at each bounce, causing his stupid fucking 'sin' sign to shake dangerously above the two of you.

"cum in me," you command breathlessly and suddenly, looking down at him, "wanna feel it nice and deep baby, can you do that?"

he whines and his hands ball into fists, thighs tensing.

"know you wanna touch me, but you can't. just cum, give it to me," you practically growl, "now."

you tilt your hips backwards slightly to get a better angle, and it's all over, happening in slow motion. the new angle causes your next combined thrust to send his cock deep, hitting that sweet spot inside you, immediately causing you to clamp down on him. each following thrust has him hitting it again and again, and he can tell he's hitting it from the way your tight hole is desperately trying to milk him dry, tightening around his sensitive cock.

you're cumming, fuck, you're cumming all over him before he can - but in a split second, he empties deep into you, feeling his white hot cum pour into your spasming hole. he can't take it, can't handle it, it's too intense, how could he possibly hold back when you're writhing like that, clenching like that and moaning like that? riding him to ecstasy like he was a toy for you to use.

and fuck, it's so good. he writhes in his restraints, the combined sounds of your moaning and wet slapping of skin on skin from both your releases pooling against your bodies echo in his bedroom, the intense almost brutal pace causing you both to scream out. your orgasm rips through you, sending ripples up your spine and across your stomach. his movements are faltering, unable to speak, hardly able to move as your hole throbs in a fading rhythm around him.

the thrusts begin to subside, slowing, small twitches, jerks and gasps shared between you as you come down from that euphoric high. your hips settle and still against his as you slump forward, catching yourself as your hands prop yourself up at either side of his head.

he's still panting too, eyes squeezed shut as his hands go limp on the leather restraints once more, spent. words escape him.

leaning in, you capture his lips in a sloppy, tired, messy kiss, tongue playing lazily against his as he groans, aftershocks causing him to jerk up against you slightly, dick tensing. you hum into the kiss, continuing like this for a few minutes until you're both breathing softly, calm.

you pull back, pulling at his bottom lip as you do. he groans at you, eyes fluttering open to find yours.

"see? wasn't so bad, was it?" you smirk, glancing at the restraints.

joosh rolls his eyes, but a faint smirk curls on his lips, "okay, it maybe sorta wasn't completely terrible to be the one tied up. but if you tell anyone. . ."

"yeah yeah, reputation ruined, kicked out of your league, banished forever, doomed to a life of solo fortnite games, blah blah blah. . ." you grin and mimic his eye roll.

"shut up," he lowers his eyebrows and practically growls, it's pathetic, but there's still that faint smirk on his lips. he bucks his hips against you in protest, but it only serves to make himself whimper.

you laugh, he's a fucking mess. "whatever, jfutz." you roll off him, raising up so he slips out, earning a soft sigh from you both, the sensitivity apparent. "i'm gonna go get cleaned up." your feet find the edge of the bed and you stand, stretching slightly.

"yeah, run, go." his eyes trail up and down your body, pausing at your ass. fuck, he wants to grab it.

looking over your shoulder, you grin and head towards his door, giving him a teasing wave as you disappear towards the bathroom, aiming to take a looooong shower.

once you're out of sight, joosh sighs and relaxes against his sheets, eyes closing. he can't wipe the satisfied smirk from his face.

that is, until he's suddenly aware of the leather still strapped tightly around his wrists. his eyes snap open, widening. you'd left him tied up deliberately. pathetically and in futility, he fights against the restraints. "babe!" he calls out, struggling with soft grunts, "you fucker- babe!" joosh calls louder.

you pretend not to hear him, but he hears the water start to run and grits his teeth knowing how you like your lengthy showers. and all he can do is lay there, fucked out, spent and frustrated in his own bedroom as he tries not to grow hard again, imagining you washing the remnants of his release from between your legs as you enjoy your time, smirking, knowing he's stuck waiting for you just a wall away.

. . .

shit.

he's hard again.