mike schmidt +18
mike had told you not to visit him, and to just sit at home and wait for him. but how could you help it? not when he left looking so pretty and dishevelled, rushing out the door before you could even get a kiss. so, you crawled out of bed, and drove to the diner. admittedly, the thrill of it all turned you on. you knew mike had told you just how creepy it was there, that things seemed to move and lurk in the shadows. creeping into the office, still in your tiny little pajamas. hes leaned over the desk, scribbling something on the paper, running a hand through his hair.
"mike" you whisper, he looks up, alarmed at first but expression softening when he sees its you.
"what are you doing here baby?" he asks, voice tired.
you walk over, and he leans back on the chair, allowing you to climb into his lap and nuzzle into his neck. he kisses your forehead, squeezing you in his arms.
"needed you s'bad" you whimper softly in his ear. his breath hitches, hands moving to grip firmly on your hips.
he moves you roughly onto his thigh, dragging your hips along his jeans at a leisurely pace. teasing you with nips at your neck, and occasionally tensing his thigh. you moan, brain foggy with pleasure and a sleepy haze.
"so needy its pathetic.." he mumbles, as you chock out a moan.
"now your gonna get yourself off on my thigh"
