#fnaf2023

As you leaned forward to spit and rinse your mouth, you heard him whistle right behind you. Looking up in the mirror, you just saw him staring at your butt. You shook your head in disbelief and quickly got up.

You turned the water off and dried your face with a towel, patting his shoulder and kissing his cheek as you walked past him. “Don't get any ideas, Mike. I'm just getting ready for bed.” you whispered against his ear, hearing him sigh dramatically.

“Who do you think I am?” he asked teasingly, following you until you lay on the bed. He took his jacket off, knowing it was going to be too warm beside you before he joined.

You smirked and decided to lie on your side, allowing him to wrap his arm around you. Michael pressed his forehead against the back of your head, slowly breathing in the scent of your shampoo, while his hand squeezed your hip.

Closing your eyes, you tried to match your breathing to his, calming down just to fall asleep.

But that would be too easy, wouldn't it? Soon, Mike's hips started to slowly press against your behind, teasing little movements. You tried to ignore it until you felt him shift slightly. His arm tightened its' grip around your body, his nose grazing over the nape of your neck.

Despite the slow rocking of his hips stopping, you couldn't concentrate enough to relax, to get your mind off of his presence in bed with you.

Squirming in your position, trying to adjust against him, you gasped, just to whisper his name seconds later. “Weren't you supposed to be asleep?” he asked in a low tone, his voice pleasingly vibrating against your ear.

You fought the urge to roll your eyes, placing your head on top of your hands to keep them from reaching to touch him. Nodding your head, you forced your eyes to close harder. “I think I'm just not… Tired enough?”

Your words didn't seem to make an impact on him until you sighed again, unable to fall asleep after a couple of minutes. Mike looked behind his shoulder at the clock on your bedside table, smirking. “I still have so much time before my shift, you know?”

You furrowed your brows in confusion, humming in response. His chin found the crook of your neck, lips peppering kisses behind your ear. “What are you planning?” you asked, not being able to hide the smile appearing on your face.

“Oh, don't mind me, baby.” he whispered, his voice huskier than seconds ago. His fingers slowly traced the waistband of your shorts before he moved past it.

You tilted your head back, giving him more space to place kisses on your neck. He took it gratefully, already looking for places to mark you up.

“Mike… I have work in the morning.” you reminded him, turning your head to look at his face, but he just nodded with an almost innocent smile.

“Yeah, I know.” he answered as if it was the most obvious thing, pointing at your side of the bed with his chin. “I'm just going to get you a little more tired since you struggle to sleep.” he added with that shit-eating grin. One of those that made your heart flutter.

Mike's fingers slowly teased your thigh under the material of your pajama shorts. You turned your head again, pushing your face into the pillow to hide the warmth of your cheeks.

His teeth grazed your exposed shoulder as he wrapped his fingers around your shaft, thumb rubbing over the tip to collect the single pears of your precum. You clenched your jaw, hips uncontrollably bucking into his.

“Weren't you just so sleepy?” he asked, mockingly. You tried to reach one hand behind you to at least hold onto his body, but he just moved your arm with his forehead.

The groan that left your throat made him chuckle against your skin. The vibration made your eyes haze with not only lust but overwhelming warmth that was helping your eyes to close shut. As hard as you tried to fight it, the slow strokes of his wrist helped you relax more than needed.

But allowing you to just sleep was just too easy, too boring, too understimulating.

Mike hushed you a few times when you tried to moan, reminding you of neighbors sleeping just behind your wall. You whispered his name in hopes of him finally letting go, but he just chuckled, leaving another mark on your shoulder.

Wrapping your fingers around his wrist right under the duvet, you tried to stop him, but not really. You didn't move him away. Both of you knew that one word, one harder push of your hand, and he'd let go, letting you sleep. Despite your words teasingly trying to stop him, you wanted his hand exactly where it was.

And it was speeding up, stroking the base of your cock, pushing your tip against the fabric of your shorts. You mewled into the pillow, silencing yourself in the covers.

The pumps of his fist over your shaft were getting sloppier, but muffled enough by the duvet, you still found peace in the bedroom. Your eyelids felt heavy, paired with the lack of oxygen coming to your brain made you more tired, almost dizzy with sleepiness and arousal.

The nails of your fingers dug into his wrist, back arching till your head fell upon his shoulder. You could hear the soft shhh's Mike whispered behind you, but you were just too focused on the sensation his hand and warm body brought to you.

“M-Mike… I'm getting close.” you muffled against the pillow, eyes shut with pleasure as the muscles in your abdomen tensed. Open-mouth, frustrated whimpers, and cries left your throat when he took his hand away, taking most of the feeling away from you.

Your legs shook, closed, and deprived of the pleasure he insisted on giving you. You looked behind, eyes teary from holding your moans in for so damn long. Catching his gaze got you even more irritated as you noticed that familiar spark in his eyes.

“Tired enough?” he asked with a slight bit of challenge in his voice. The confusion that sprung on your face made him chuckle deeply. “Baby, you were supposed to be asleep.” he reminded you, the faux worry in his tone drove you insane. “Just lie on your back and go to sleep.”

You couldn't fight the whimper that left your mouth when he dived under the duvet, smirking like the Devil himself as he stared into your eyes. You couldn't focus on the blurry vision of his face, so strange in the darkness of your bedroom.

The strong urge to close your eyes combined with the heaviness of your breathing made you more tired, your mind slowly drifting off to sleep as you felt Mike hook over the waistband of your shorts. Pulling them down as he pressed lazy kisses over your v-line.

Your hand reached down, fingers pulling at the dark curls of his hair, making him groan. His tongue focused on teasing your length, slow licks from your base to the tip as you lost all sense of control. In the eyes of your imagination, you could just see the little satisfied smirk on his lips.

Despite how hard you tried to focus, your mind kept shutting you down until you fell asleep, one hand on your mouth, the other in his hair as he eased your cock down his throat. The only sounds in the room were the wet clicks of his saliva mixed with your precum and those soft, sleepy gasps of yours that you weren't aware you were making.

You slept soundly until the clock on your nightstand went off, waking you up just enough to get ready for work. Getting up was a hard task since your legs felt a little wobbly after last night. You felt the warmth of your cheeks as you recalled what happened then. Just the mare vision of Mike disappearing under your duvet made you gasp in frustration.

The tiny, handwritten note on your desk didn't help you to calm down.

' I have to admit, I enjoyed my late-night snack a little too much, baby. I hope you'll repay me for that boner I had to deal with all shift.'