#donnie is typing..

He shuddered, squeezing his thighs together as he craved friction from the air. This didn’t go unnoticed by you though.

“Yeah? You like it when I call you a fucking pervert, mikey?” You pushed against his chest and knocking him back against the couch ever so slightly. “I.. im sorry- I just- I..” he stumbled over his words as weak sobs dared to leave his throat. Tears pricked at his eyes, causing him to sniffle. “Yeah? Are you gonna cry?” He whimpered, wiping his eyes and nose with his hands. “Spit it out! Why you fucking creeping on me?” His hips rutted up into the air. “Oh? you like that? Yeah?” You said condescendingly in his face. He could feel your breath in his face. He whined again. “Please. Please please.. I need it.. please!” You pushed your slipper onto his aching cock, grinding it for a few seconds before kicking him back onto the couch.  “You want me so bad? You want me? Show me.” He snapped at that, he gripped you by the hips, shoving you back. “God, mama, please I need you. I’ll be so good, I’ll make you feel so good.”

He rocked his clothed ache against you. He throw his head back in pleasure, his fingers raked over every inch of you, grabbing at whatever he could. He shoved his hands up your shirt. He fumbled with your bra. He hadn’t ever touched a girl in his life. Now it’s his first and probably only chance. “Mama.. mmgh.. Please..” You rolled your eyes. “You’re so fucking needy huh? Fucking virgin. Can’t even control yourself.” He let out a loud groan that could’ve been heard from the top of the stairs. He gripped at your tits; squeezing and grabbing. “Take it off. Take it off, please.”  He ripped both of your shirts off, working on the rest of your clothes. He was left in boxers and you were left in lace panties while your wetness pooled and smeared between your thighs. He kneeled between them, smelling your arousal. He spread your thighs impossibly further apart. He nosed at your soaked heat, moaning. “Mama you smell so good..” he rutted against the couch, pushing your panties to the side as attempted to find your hole, rubbing against you. “Do you even know what to fucking do?“ He swallowed hard. “N-no..” Fucking virgin. Give me your fingers. “Y-yes ma’am..” You guided his fingers into you, moaning.” You let go of his hand as he pumped in and out of your tight cunt. “M’gonna cum mikey!” Just as you said that he panicked and pulled his fingers out. “Fuck! Mm..” you whined and crossed your legs, begging for release. “Mikey. Fuck me. Now.” You demanded and he shoved his boxers down, revealing his aching cock; flushed and leaking precum. “Do I wear a condom? W-what do you want mama..” “I’m on the pill, just– fuck!” He pushed his tip in, groaning at the feeling. You moaned out, digging your fingernails into his back, rubbing up and down his torso as if you were memorizing him. He pushed in the rest of the way, bottoming out. You teared up, moaning at the stretch. “Move mikey.” He obliged and shifted in and out at a slow pace, barely moving. “Faster mikey, pull almost all the way out and back in, fuck me hard.” You slapped him on the arm as slight punishment for being so inexperienced. His hands gripped your tits as he began to slam into you roughly. “Mikey!” You screamed his name, unable to control your moans. He was bigger than you thought. When you looked up at him, his head was thrown back and he was panting. 

“Gonna cum.. gonna cum..”

“Pull out mikey.” You moaned

" Hot , heavy , and all over his tongue. "

You tugged on Mikey’s hair as he whined into your plush thigh.  His muffled pleading became louder. “Please..” 

“Please let me–“ you cut him off with another tug, pulling him up from his knees, eliciting a sound that was a mix between a moan and yelp of pain. Now at eye level with each other, his pupils were blown and his face was flushed pink. You kissed him before he could start up again. He whined. God, so needy. “I’ll do anything..” He kissed the side of your neck. “I’ll give my all to you.” He placed a kiss higher. “Now what do you say?” You purred in responded twisting a specific lock of hair especially hard.

“Please.. baby I’ll-“ he choked on the air he was breathing. His hands slid up your thigh, grabbing. “Mm..” You hummed from the feeling of his hands on your skin. “What do you say, Mikey?” You leaned back against the couch, watching as his desperation grew. “Please let me eat you out. I’ll make you feel so good..” You gave him the nod of approval; eyes closing as he mouthed at your wet panties, small kitten licks before pushing them to the side. He got hard at the sight. “You’re beautiful.. so– mmgh..” He whispered into you as he licked a stripe up your aching cunt. His left hand was splayed across your stomach– the other busy holding your legs apart as he delved his tongue into your intoxicating heat. He whispered soft praises, vibrating your already sensitive clit. “Oh, jesus, M-mikes..” He lapped at your slick while adding a finger right next to his mouth. The sound that came from your mouth was straight from something Mikey would watch while thinking of you on tour. “You sound better than any porno I’ve ever seen.”