SOFT DOM MIKE EDGING A TRANSMASC READER PLS PLS PLS PLS
•.* Melting | M.S •.*
Summary - It’s not the first and it won’t be last, Mike can’t shake the look on your face when he pulls away at the last minute…he wants it all over again and again.
A/N - To whoever requested this, I hope you are happy, I am now DEAD, he’s…just…UGH
Mike couldn’t help himself.
He watched you roll your hips majestically against his thigh, the sudden cooling of the clear substance that continuously dribbled from your tip travelled wide over his hairy skin brought him into a place of bliss and comfort.
“Please baby, i fuckin’ need you-“
He mumbled with a deepness that rattled his ribcage, eventually his chest, irking the once dormant desire to push you back and plant himself balls deep inside of your hole but he settled for less, for your pace, latching his soft lips into the supple skin of your neck, once bare now blossoming with several bruises, deep purple with shades of nightsky blue.
“You got me Mike, just wanna feel you deep, wan’ you to fill me up-
The ache grew further into the very core of his body, his cock weeping, no, begging to be connected into something that had him yearning for you and only you, the very place that drew peaceful and laboured breaths all in one.
“Fuck, I gotta- please baby, just for me”
It wasn’t as much of warning, not entirely for you but for himself, he couldn’t help the sudden drawn out movements he forced upon himself from pushing his heavy cock backwards until his fat tip lingered against the puckered skin of your entrance, or the way his other hand, free, grasped harshly at your hips, making you still, the rolling stopping which made it that much easier to push into you.
A sigh escapes you, lingering in the air and filling Mike’s mostly empty thoughts with nothing but you, his lips turning up into a smile, almost sincere but maybe the tiniest little bit of cocky, he practically lived on the way you fell apart as soon as he sank into you, from his tip to every ridge and vein softly scraping against your velvet walls, is this what Heaven felt like?
“Fuc’ Mikey shit- feels so fucking big”
Each time felt like the first, you could never get use to the feeling of him stretching you out, slowly sinking in inch by inch, swallowing up the greed that grew inside of you, almost threatening, forcing you to just push back and take him whole, you hold off each time, allowing the slight, soft force Mike pushed on your hips direct you, make you focus on just him and nothing else.
“Yeah-“
He ushers out, halfs chuckles the rest like a highschool crush who’s just scored with the most popular, eyes almost shining with pride once you settle against his bare thighs, his balls heavy yet soft and almost welcoming, resting perfectly between the two globes that brought him idolised release most sleepless nights.
You gasp, stilling once the sting begins to grow like a cherry blossom, sprinkling it’s fallout within, his fully sheathed member warm and thick, flawlessly fitting without troubles almost like a lost jigsaw piece but Mike was so much more, his arms grew heavy around you, holding you close whilst he got use to the profuse heat you supplied.
He stilled watching the pretty pink lips he claimed moments ago shine delicately underneath the dim yellowing of his bedside lamp open wider once you begin to get use to the burn, the stretch, to him.
“Baby, look at you, takin’ what I’m giving you”
He was proud, proud like a father would be when his child won at the egg and spoon race, it grew, his heart warm and head fuzzy, you relished in the look that his eyes wore, the bags underneath alluding to the darkness that threatened to take over any second, it felt becoming to latch onto the contact, sharing the same view of one another, it felt tantalising, spine tingling.
“Never gonna get use to the feeling of you, never want to, feels to damn good Mikey”
He groans at the nickname, urging him to pull out slowly before pushing his way back in, the same gripping like feeling from before pulsed around his throbbing cock, you dazzled in and out of a dazed wet dream, flicking back and forth from the light dusting of brunette hair that travelled from his pubis up to his chest, his cock, thick and proud stretching you out and forcefully pressing against that sweet spot which clouded your foggy head with stars.
You could already feel the deep sensations from your gut, how his fingers massaged at your hips before travelling to the base of your aching member, messily taking a hold before he repeated each step, pulling outwards before pushing back into your open hole, each one becoming swifter and deeper then the last.
“I couldn’t stop thinking about you when I was on the job- about how tight your pretty little hole is for me, you think that’s fair?”
He half mutters, half grunts before returning to the already bruised skin of your neck, breathing heavily, taking your smell in, intoxicating himself just enough to force his hips inwards repeatedly, the once quietened room now full with echoes of skin lewdly slapping together almost representing a mantra which soulfully chattered with one another.
His mouth was nothing short of vulgar but you could taste the smidgen of sweetness he laced within it whilst he wetly lapped and lathed at your ear, heavy breathing and pants forcing the once tightened coil within to loosen up like a flower in a spring.
“Mike- baby, gonna cum; fuck- I-“
Stuttering was the only option when Mike slammed repetitively into you, balls drawing long breaths from you when they made contact with your taint. It felt close, how he practically mauled you like a dog in heat, his dark curls a mess and his mouth working wonders against the quickened pulse point between the crook of your neck and shoulder.
“Not yet baby- please, I need you”
He whimpered whilst squeezing the base of your throbbing erection, cutting off what you chased after, the high you seeked whilst wrapped up in him, against him.
A loud sob escaped you followed by a short dainty choked moan which felt trapped, scraping along your throat, it almost felt impossible to say anything, brain scrambled purely from cock, you would never admit to such things and just how worked up he got you, how much of a mess he could turn you into it, it was embarrassing to say the least but Mike loved it, you crumbled like his favourite shortbread, sweet and light on his tongue, worth his while.
His impending “doom” creeped upon him, his hips effortlessly rolling his cock back and forth in quick fashion, hitting every spot you needed it to as you desperately clung to the arm holding you up and into him.
“I can’t, please Mikey, let me cum”
He shakes his head, beads of sweat rolling from his skin like a rainy Tuesday. He was denying you of the very same thing he chased after, the certain bliss that had you feeling other worldy, a candle in the wind almost.
“You. Can. A-And. You. Will.”
He paused with each interval, emphasising that you were his and he owned that, especially when you began to seek the easy way out, he wouldn’t let you of course but trying, god, Mike was dying to see what would unfold when you do, he wanted to watch you break.
“Come on baby boy, wanna see you cum”
Just like that. The constant jamming of his cock and the deep warmth he supplied drove you over the edge, body falling limp against his sweat slicked chest as he still slipped ever so easily inside, his bulbous tip abusing the spot that caused your very own defeat.
Mike watched, stilling. Focusing. Each spurt landing on the soft white duvet beneath, dribbling from your angry head, it brought both satisfaction and adoration…and his one-way ticket to heaven.
“Fuck-“
