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sameschmidtdiffname · 24 days

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Wool Over My Eyes

Mike Schmidt x Gender Neutral! Reader

Summery: Mike always says you have such trouble getting up in the morning. You don't intend to take so long to wake, but Mike is quite confident the solution lays just at his fingertips- and lips.

Tags: No use of Y/N, no use of gendered pronouns, no genitalia specification, light bondage, pet names, dirty talk, fingering, oral (reader recieving), cum swallowing, morning sex, light breeding kink, recording sex, dacryphillia, light choking, switch! Mike, switch! Reader, facial, age-gap, interrupted sex, barely proofread and over the course of three days after my shifts right before I went to bed (cuz we die like men)

Notes: I love you gullible fucks.

"C'mere here, sweet thing."

I groan as Mike rolls me onto my side, his lips finding my cheek that has been textured from the blanket that imprinted itself upon my skin as I slept restlessly through the night. It had only been a couple hours ago that I'd finally found sleep, and it doesn't even feel like five minutes since I'd actually sunk into it.

"Five more minutes," I groan, my words slurred with sleep as I press my back further against Mike's intoxicatingly warm and inviting front, hardly even noticing anything else about my surroundings as I begin to drift back into sleep once more.

"You said five minutes an hour ago," Mike gently chides into my ear, his voice almost a full octave lower and rough with his own sleep, probably. My hand automatically raises to swipe lazily at his lips which graze so lightly against the shell of my ear, his breath tickling my skin enough to irritate my tired mind. "It's time to wake up."

"Mm," I moan in a somewhat childlike manner. He chuckles at this, his lips once more finding my cheek as his hands begin to peel the blanket away from me, slowly exposing my chest mostly.

"Don't," I groan in a soft, high voice, the cold air of the room beginning to stiffen certian parts of my body. Such as my back, shoulders.

"Be nice," Mike chuckles as his lips trail lazily closer to my own, his hand satisfied with how exposed my body is now and beginning to reverse its trail, now grazing his fingertips gently along the soft cotton of my shirt that still keeps my chest covered.

"Make me," I try to snap, too drugged with sleep to carry any venom in my voice.

Mike's lips find mine in an instant, his tongue diving into my mouth as he suddenly moves his hand to my hair, tugging at it almost harshly as a small whine escapes me from the sudden aggression. He moans into the kiss, his other hand wrapping around my throat ever so gently as our lips slide together, slick with his spit, making me pant against his kiss.

"Don't make me be the bad guy," Mike says against my lips when he pulls away for a moment. His head ducks down to tease at my neck, biting into it softly before he returns to my mouth, slipping his tongue inside of it once more and moaning loudly as he does.

Our kisses are not graceful, I'll admit. They're messy, hard, wet with thick desire as his hand trails to and from my neck, spreading across my chest until his calloused hand eventually dives under my shirt, searching for a stiff nipple to play with as he pulls away from me once more, his eyes glazed with want and desperation as he watches me closely, a lazy smile upon his lips.

"Make those pretty sounds for me," Mike pleads breathily as he pinches particularly hard on my nipple. A short gasp escapes me, my cheeks turning red as my eyes flutter shut once more.

"Hey," Mike says in a firmer voice, lips quickly sealing onto mine once more as his tongue slips against mine needingly before he quickly pulls away. "Stay awake."

"I am awake," I pout softly. He tugs on my nipple again, forcing a small cry from me as he bites my bottom lip.

"Don't lie," Mike warns in a low, rough, almost growling voice. "You know I hate it when you lie."

It's not a lie!... Though admittedly I could see how it would be easy to slip into such bliss as Mike uses me. It's a somewhat arousing thought, the idea of him fucking me to sleep.

"I'm recording, you know," Mike teases as his other hand slips from my hair to the other side of my chest, both of my nipples now being abused by the older man as I pant openly, my hips finding his thick thigh between my legs. "Figured I could use the proof that you just don't like waking up in the morning to see if you'll finally listen to me."

"I listen to you," I protest. His nails scratch my nipples, making me loudly cry out at the touch.

"I said. Don't. Lie," Mike reminds me. "God, its like you want to be punished."

The idea makes my legs pull together in want, my hips dragging deliciously against Mike's thigh as I moan openly, wanting for nothing more than what he'd just suggested.

"You like that, pretty toy?" Mike asks softly against my ear, his teeth nipping at my lobe while one of his hands roughly grabs my chest, the other hand swirling his thumb in quick circles around my aching nipple. Fuck, Jesus. I could cum like this and I wouldn't protest.

"Maybe I just won't touch you," Mike says low in my ear, his voice predatory as I quicken my hips against his thigh which presses harder against me. "You seem to be eager to cum just like this. So easy, so fun to play with."

Mike shoves his tongue into my mouth once more, his hands shifting. One to my throat, one to my hip. He guides my body to quicken its pace against him, his hand occasionally smacking hard against my ass and even playing with the muscle as his eyes drift open to watch me.

"You like being my favorite toy, don't you?" Mike asks in a tired, low and aroused voice as he smirks. I nod slowly, stupid and sleepy against him. Mike smacks my ass again, grabbing and jiggling it roughly after. "Open your eyes when I'm talking to you," he commands. Stupidly I obey, eager to please him as I begin to feel my stomach constrict in pleasure at his touch.

"There you go. Good plaything. You're just so eager to please, aren't you?" Mike asks in a patronizing tone, leaning forward to graze his lips against mine. I move to press harder against them, but he pulls away, still leaving them close enough to tease me, waiting for me to try to swoop in again, then pulling away far enough I whine as I realize his evil game.

"You like older men playing with you, admit it," Mike says in a cocky tone, his hand dipping under my sweatpants to play with my bare ass. I moan in response to his words and his touch, but it doesn't seem to be enough.

"Say it," Mike orders softly, smiling at the sight of me. I blush, shaking my head slightly as I glance away. Mike grabs my ass roughly again, pressing his thigh harder against me as the look in his eye shifts to something slightly darker. "Say it."

I shake my head again, an unwilling smile growing more as Mike grabs harder, leaning in close enough to whisper threateningly, but ready to pull away if I dared to take advantage of the opportunity and kiss him.

"I like older men playing with me," I say in a soft, quick whisper before he can make another threat. His eyes turn gentle once again, and he drags me into another kiss, sweet and loving while he begins to shift his body to hover above mine, moving his thigh much to my displeasure.

"Look at that," Mike praises softly. "You can be so good when you want to be, can't you?"

Mike leans down to press his lips against my neck, biting roughly into it and making me cry out. He stays there for almost a minute, ensuring that there will be a dark bite mark obvious on my skin for the next week before he moves to the other side of my neck, repeating this process. I squirm underneath of him, moaning and crying out pathetically. His hard cock grazes against my leg, and once he finds it he begins to grind against it, releasing his own soft noises as he begins to lap at my blooming marks with his warm, wide tongue.

"Fuck me!" I whine against Mike's ear, nipping at his lobe and panting openly as my hand descends downwards, my fingers just brushing past the waistband of my pants when his own hand carefully but tightly grabs my wrist, moving to pin it just above my head as he uses my body to masturbate.

Mike doesn't respond to my plea. He simply moans as his hips increase in tempo, making it obvious how close he is already. Part of me wonders if this was meant to be a reenactment of his dream last night, or if maybe he'd been fucking himself beside me as I slept for who knows how long before he finally woke me in a moment of desperation. Both ideas make me faint with want.

I use my free hand to snatch a clump of dark curls on the back of his head, pulling them roughly to force him away from my neck. The pain makes him cry out in a deliciously broken voice, his hips stuttering before resuming in a slightly increased pace as his eyes shift to meet mine, a bright red coat of blush decorating his peaceful face, creating the perfect image of such a beautiful, desperate man.

"I asked you to fuck me," I seethe, tugging harshly on his hair again, making him cry out once more. His cock twitches against my leg, then suddenly he begins trying to crawl down my body, his hands grabbing at whatever flesh he can find as he bites harshly at my being, his slick tongue quick to soothe the marks as his amber eyes watch me pleadingly, begging for praise that I don't offer to him.

Mike's hands paw at my pants, dragging them down my hips without even undoing the tight drawstring that keeps the waistline fitted to me properly. The moment I feel the cold air begin to sink into my newly exposed skin, Mike's lips are quick to warm me once again, his tongue diving between my legs as he laps greedily, moaning as he teases my entrance with it. The wet muscle probs at me, tempting me to grab his hair and shove him against me while I ride his face, but I decide instead to pet his hair in non-verbal praise, driving him wild as his blush deepens. His large hands cup my ass, raising my hips off the bed slightly and spreading my legs wider, allowing him easier access to me.

"Stop being a tease," I moan lightly, digging my hand deeper into his hair and scratching lightly at his scalp. His voice cracks as he moans, slipping his tongue into me obediently as he plays with my ass. His own hips fuck the bed, slight trembling obvious as his lashes flutter shut, spit beginning to dribble down his chin as he quickly slides his tongue out and in, swirling it around inside of me and playing with my entrance every time he slips out.

I close my own eyes, pleasure making my back stiff as I hold his head between my thighs, hyperfocusing on the feeling of him tongue fucking me, the knot in my stomach tightening with every move, big or small. The noises he makes as he eats me out are improper, through and through. His voice makes insanity inducing vibrations that spread throughout me with each pathetic, high pitched moan. The bed creeks with every thrust of his hips against the old mattress. A part of me wonders if he's being so vocal for the tape currently recording us, paranoid that the cassette player on his nightstand may not be able to hear us properly. Another part of me likes to think that he's just this into it, so driven insane by my body that he just simply can't help the noises of pleasure that escape him. The idea makes me grip his hair tighter, my hips beginning to thrust harder against his face, making his voice rise in pitch as his eyes drift open, glazed and stupid while he admires me. His nails dig into my ass, his tongue hardly moving out of me now as he fucks me.

"You like it when I fuck your face like this?" I ask him, watching his blush grow as he nods against me, his hips quickening as I thrust harder into his mouth, my thighs tightening around his head. He looks so pretty like this, so utterly desperate.

"You want me to cum on your tongue?" I ask him, tugging his hair harder. He shakes his head, swirling his tongue around inside of me, making me groan lowly. "Where should I cum then?"

Mike slips his tongue out of me quickly, raising his head slightly as he speaks. "On my face," he says sweetly before diving back between my legs, lapping greedily at my entrance while I moan.

"Oh," I drawl slowly, letting him play with me while I watch. "You want me to paint that pretty face?"

Mike moans against me, sliding his tongue into me once more as he ruts against the bed, his eyes closing once more as he puts his all into the act.

"Do you like warming me up for your cock like this?" I ask him, giggling when he dives deeper inside of me in response. "Such a good way to get me ready to breed."

This seems to do the trick for Mike, his eyes snapping open to watch me as he fucks my hole desperately, moaning and panting as his tongue slides in and out, slick noises echoing throughout the room with each movement.

My breathing hitches in my throat as I fuck his face roughly, my stomach feeling tight as my orgasm edges closer, my teeth digging into my lower lip.

"I'm not gonna last much longer," I warn Mike, thrusting harder onto his rapid tongue while one of my hands begin to play with my now neglected nipple. One of Mike's hands quickly finds the other, both of us now playing with my chest to make me whine as I edge ever close, my eyes squeezing shut as I focus on my climax, my voice ragged and high as I moan for Mike to quicken his hand. He obeys immediately, his thumbnail flicking at the hard bud while his other hand squeezes my ass, nails digging into the cheek while he moans into me. I steal a look downwards at him, locking eyes with his now possessive glare while he watches me with eager satisfaction, silently begging me to come undone onto his face. And with such a beautiful, demanding man fucking me like this, who am I to say no?

"I'm coming," I stutter as the tight knot in my stomach begins to snap. "Fuck, Jesus, I'm coming!"

Mike moans in harmony with me, eyes widening in excitement as I pull him as tight against me as I can. My own eyes flutter shut, my hand clamping down over my mouth to muffle my sharp cries, my body trembling as my muscles stiffen, pleasure ripping through me to the point I clamp my thighs tight around Mike's head, pumping into his mouth with such vigor I'm almost worried he may not be able to breathe properly. But he doesn't ask me to stop, his pants soft and desperate as his own body shakes.

The force of my orgasm takes me by surprise, relaxation kicking in hard enough that when I close my eyes, it's hard to open them again. With each tremble from the waves pulsing through me I'm coaxed back into sleep, my muscles slowly relaxing one by one, my mind shutting off, and it doesn't take long before I can hear a deep voice in my ear, whining something much too loud for my tastes.

"Mm," I groan once again. "C'mere, come cuddle with m-"

"I asked you, very politely, to stay awake," Mike whispers in my ear. My eyes flutter open, blinking rapidly to adjust once more to the morning light. "What on earth am I going to do with you?"

In Mike's hand is a small washcloth, wiping away at the leftover cum I had painted his face with. Mike's hand is rubbing my thigh as he grazes his cock over my hole, teasing me as punishment.

"I'm sorry," I say softly, a blush rising to my cheeks as I try to put on my best act of innocence so maybe he'll skip the torture and go straight to fucking me.

"No," Mike drawls, his hand inching closer. "No, I don't think you are."

The tip of Mike's cock presses against my entrance, threatening to dip in, making me moan desperately.

"Shush," Mike soothes me, wrapping his hand around my throat slowly, finger by finger. "Don't wake the rest of the house."

Mike slips his middle finger inside of me, pumping quickly and hard. I whimper quietly, which seems to be too loud for his taste.

"I said be quiet," Mike whispers patiently as he carefully squeezes my throat. I try to reach for his hair only to discover my hands have been bound to the bedframe by some sort of cloth.

"You like my tie, sweet thing?" Mike asks sweetly, slamming harder into me. I can hear the increasing volume of the smacking inside me as he fucks me with his hand, sounding so delicious as he curls his fingers just right. Mike leans in closer, running his tongue over the bottom of my lip before shoving it inside of my mouth to claim me once again. I moan loudly, giving in fully to desire as he has his way with me. Mike pulls away instantly, choking me hard enough my airflow is slightly restricted. His ring finger slips inside of me right before he begins to slam inside of me with all of his strength, making me gasp pathetically while he ruins my tightening hole, my legs trembling as I arch my back, pressing against his smooth tie. I wrap the longer end around my palm, tugging at it in desperation. Mike bites down on my neck again, and I'm about to cry out when the doorbell buzzes throughout the living room, making us both jolt in surprise at the sudden interruption.

"No, no, no, no!" I whine, my eyes wide as I feel Mike thrust into me one final time as hard as he can before pulling away, leaving me empty and trembling while he stands from the bed. "Come back, come back!"

Mike looks cocky and pleased with himself while he pulls a sweater on over his head, glancing back over his shoulder at me for just a second.

"Just go back to sleep, sweetheart. I'll handle it," he coos like an asshole.

"B-but I'm not- we-"

Mike is out the door before I can protest, our unexpected guest buzzing once more in clear irritation at the slow response to their arrival. Who the fuck even is it? It's hardly even seven!

Disappointed and frustrated, I slump against the bed, clearly pouting as I hear Mike open the front door. And Abby is slipping out of her room now too, her young voice muffled through the walls as she greets Aunt Jane, apparently.

Oh my god.

Not fucking fair!

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You know, I wasn't gonna write this. I just pulled a bunch of tags out of my ass when I originally posted the fake fic, but then I decided you guys took the joke so well that you all deserved a little treat. Say 'thank you, Dani.' <3

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clarks-letterman · 6 months

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How do you think Mike would be in a relationship?

warning -- slight mention on nsfw! (and overall very short, like josh)

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Dating Mike is the equivalent of seeing a diamond in the rough and needing excavator tools to break it out. There’s a lot of work that needs to be done, but you can see the glimmer of a perfect partner shining through to the surface. You’ll have to get your hands dirty and it won’t be easy to hold him in your hands.

You can see his dedication in Abby, how he’s passed down things to her. Sometimes, it was easy to feel like you were learning more about Mike from Abby than the actual man himself. The dishes aren’t always clean, the bed isn’t always made. It feels like you live with a ghost at times.

That’s not to say that Mike won’t be there for you. He will. He’ll try. But his success is limited by his ever-changing job situation and pile of responsibilities. Mike is an endless bout of possibilities, but it would take teamwork to actually see the good results. Abby should be included in that, obviously. Phone calls where he’s supposed to be doing his job and you’re supposed to be watching Abby—but she’s begrudgingly fighting with you for the phone—go about as well as you’d expect.

When it comes to sex, Mike isn’t bad at it by any means. It’s more about when you could have it rather than how good he is. If you come home late, or a date night runs past its stay, then he may already be in bed, asleep. You have to adhere to his schedule for this, or else you may never see it that dick in action. He would try to compensate for being in bed so early by waking up before you do to make your favorite breakfast, or to make sure everything you need to get ready is laid out and in plain sight. Every memory lives inside you, and no matter how small the step is in your daily routine, he won’t overlook if he’s seen or heard it.

But once you’ve settled down and there’s a moment of quiet—basically, the eye of the storm—Mike is clingy. Even asleep, you can feel him stirring, moving closer to you. And when his scruff is rubbing against the skin on your neck as he buries himself impossibly closer into you, you know you’re in for a day of smothering. He stays close to you on those days, either following you on your trail or side-to-side with his fingers interlaced with yours. There’s no in-between.

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supercap2319 · 3 months

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"Hey, Mike? Would it be mildly inappropriate or just plain inappropriate to get down on my knees, while you're in that chair and give the sloppiest, longest blowjob ever in this shithole?" Y/N grins.

Mike was working as a night security guard at the abandoned Freddy Fazbear's Pizza Place. The pay wasn't great, and honestly, it was a very shitty job for shitty people. Not that Y/N would ever tell Mike that. At least, not to his handsome face.

He turned to Y/N eyebrow raised. "Seriously, dude? You're horny now? In a place like this? You want to give me head in a rundown shithole?" Mike said.

Y/N rolled his eyes. "Shut up, Mikey. You like shit like this. You get your rocks off fucking in the most awkward of places."

They were so busy arguing over who gets off on what, that they didn't notice the animatronics glaring at them through the security cameras.

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terminallyapologetic · 17 days

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I'm actually so desperate for more josh x male!reader content like I'm malnourished I'm shaking I'm crying I'm gay

#mlm #josh hutcherson #jhutch #fuck #josh hutcherson x male reader

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marvel-y-obsessed · 6 months

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where’s the new josh x male reader fic bestie pleaseeee

So uhh funny thing… i haven’t started 😝 ONLY BECAUSE i’ve been busy and idk what prompt to use so if u have PLEASE share it to the class

#josh hutcherson x male reader #send help #josh hutcherson

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gatorbites-imagines · 6 months

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Kinktober day 28

Mike Schmidt + Desperation

I watched the fnaf movie and my love for Josh Hutcherson is revived.

A shorty, as I have about three times more homework this week than normal, expected to be finished in the same amount of time as normal.

Kinktober 2023 masterlist.

Mikes grip was shaky and clammy as he grasped at your shoulders, his brown eyes begging as you pressed your palm against his mouth to keep him quiet. Even as his eyes rolled back and he shuddered as he ground his hips down into you, muffled shaky moans leaving him as his breathing grew even more uneven.

He always got like this when he hadn’t been able to sleep for a while, when his medication had run out and they wouldn’t give him a new prescription until the next month. He needed something to put him to sleep, he had tried anything from different teas to workouts or meditation, but nothing seemed to work as great as your cock.

Mike had a hard time accepting it though, always trying out many other things to put him to sleep before he finally couldn’t take it anymore. He would always hesitate, before throwing his leg over your hips and grab at your chest with a shuddering grasp, exhaustion hanging in his movements and the desperation in his eyes almost unbearable.

He would kiss at your neck, carefully scraping his teeth against the flesh before soothing the area with his tongue, tiny needy huffs and whimpers leaving him as he would start rolling his hips down into you, already hard and aching and so very needy.

If that didn’t wake you up, Mike always found himself leaning over and shuffling through the bedside table for whatever bottle of lube you guys had laying around, kicking off his boxers in the process. His needy noises would only gain a newer level of desperation as he would start opening himself up, his mouth open as he struggled to stay at a manageable level.

This was typically when you would wake up, eyes blinking open to Mike above you, hair ruffled and eyes shiny with tears of desperation as he would move his fingers in and out of himself, his bottom lip red from how much he had been biting at it. Mike would almost keen as you grab his hips of thighs to roll them down into yours once more, so you made sure to shush him in an almost teasing manner.

Tiny breathless begs leave him as you kick off your boxers, slicking yourself up with the lube Mike had been using earlier, his grip returning to your shoulders as you pulled him down onto you. A loud groan almost leaves him, until you clamp a hand over his mouth to keep him quiet, his eyes growing wide and even needier, if that is even possible.

Your hand stays over his mouth, even has he rides you quicker and harder, his pace seeming to grow the more desperate he becomes, his noises and whimpers muffled against your palm. Sometimes you’d even be able to feel drool against your palm as his mouth would crack open, or his tongue would lap at your hand.

It was only when he was like this that he got whiny like this, where his noises would become high pitched in a way you thought was impossible, but here he was, bouncing on your dick and sounding like it was the best feeling in his life.

You know he’s close when his movements start growing uneven, hips grinding down into your as you press against his prostate, before withdrawing maybe halfway before forcing himself down once again to feel the flares of pleasure again. His eyes would also roll back more than usual, at times you would worry he would go blind from how far back his eyes seemed roll.

Especially when he would cum, a flare of pain would flash through your arm as Mike digs his teeth into your palm to muffle his own noises, hips twitching and jolting as the tears that had been gathering in his eyes finally spill over. Mike would whimper and whine, and if you didn’t have to worry about volume, it wouldn’t surprise you if he would have howled.

After cumming, Mike would still keep riding you, though you could tell exhaustion was starting to catch up as his movements grow sluggish, but he would want you to finish inside him like always. So, with a few deep thrusts, you would fill him up with clenched teeth to keep yourself quiet. You can’t even find it in yourself to complain as Mike collapses against your chest, asleep before you can even pull out. You would do your best to clean the two of you up, but you had learned after the first time that you couldn’t get all of it until the next morning.

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g4yforethan · 5 months

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anything

pairing: mike schmidt x male!reader

summary: reader ends up working the late shift with mike and catch feelings for each other

warnings: cursing, top!mike, bottom!reader

a/n: i honestly loved the fnaf movie and josh hutcherson is sooo cuteee istg

“do you want the job or not?” your employer asked you as you sat in his office. this job was your only hope since you had some troubles with your previous jobs and getting fired from every single one for always showing up late. "i mean what do i even have to do?" you were confused. he was offering you a job at an abandoned pizzeria and when you looked it up, it looked like an evil chuck e cheese. he explained the job and you decided to take it. "would i be working by myself?" you asked him. "no no of course not. you're gonna have a buddy to work with. name is mike schmidt. ran into a little trouble but seems like a nice guy." you agreed and got ready for the job.

you arrived at the pizzeria at around 9 pm and saw another car parked and went inside. as you went inside, you saw the whole place truly was abandoned as all the lights were off and the main stage that featured the animatronics was filled with dust and spider-webs. when you went into the security room, you heard a scream as you went in. "AHH JESUS CHRIST." "oh my god i'm so sorry. i guess they didn't tell you you were gonna have a partner huh?" the look on his face said that he didn't know. the both of you laughed it off and started to get to know each other.

“haha so you’ve been seeing anyone lately?” mike asked you. you were taken back by what he said but answered his question. “uhh no i haven’t found the time to do any of that you know.” he nodded his head and started to get closer to you. “well i think a guy as cute as you should already have a boyfriend.” you blushed and turned away so he wouldn’t see but he grabbed your face and looked straight into your eyes. “i’m being serious.” he said to you as you both kept eye contact with each other. he licked his lips and went in for a kiss on your lips.

the two of you began smothering each other with kisses as he grabbed ahold of your face and you grabbed his back. he moaned as you bit on his lip."i'm sorry." you said as you paused to look at him. "don't. i liked it." you smiled and continued kissing each other as he placed you on his desk and removed all the papers that were on it and laid you on your back. he started to take his shirt off as did you and proceeded to give you several hickies on your neck and chest. you moaned as he started playing with your nipples and rubbed them to elevate you. "i wanna fuck you so bad right now." "then do it already." you told him as he quickly understood you and unzipped his pants and you did as well.

he pulled out his long, thick cock and quickly inserted it into your mouth. you began sucking on his dick for a few minutes as he grabbed your hair and shoved it down your throat. you continued sucking before he pulled out. "fuck i was gonna cum. turn around baby boy." you did as he said and turned around and positioned yourself with your ass facing towards him. he started going down and licking your hole and leaving marks on your ass. your moans seemed to turn him on even more as he started digging his fingers inside your hole. you begged him to fuck you already and he listened.

he went in slowly scratching your back and leaving marks all over. he went at an angle that had you hooked and he knew this. he started going at a medium pace, this time grabbing ahold of your waist. he went even deeper digging into your hole as your moans filled the room. he started going even faster and started pulling your hair back with his hands making sure you wouldn’t pull out. “fuck. fuck im gonna cum.” he came inside of you filling your hole with his warm, thick cum. afterwards, the both of you put back your clothes on and laid next to each other on the ground. “you know we should get back to work in case anything goes wrong.” you tell him as mike slowly starts to doze off. “mhm after a quick nap.” he pulls you in and gives you a kiss on your lips and neck before the both of you fall asleep.

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sadesluvr · 3 months

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Dirty Little Secret

Even with a roster of sexual partners, Derek Danforth keeps coming back to you.

(Derek Danforth x GN! Reader)

A/N: I conjured this idea basically the moment Wallace started laying into Derek lmfao. You don’t have to have watched The Beekeeper to understand this (It’s chaotic and generic, but I had fun!) - Just know Derek is a coke and vape addicted, multi-millionaire crypto-selling playboy scammer who’s also the son of a president?😭

The place mentioned in this fic (‘The Warehouse’) is fictional and not featured in the movie!

Word count: 1.3K

Tags: SMUT / Gender Neutral Reader / Drug usage (Cocaine) / WARNING: READER DOES A HIT OF COCAINE / Oral sex, M receiving / Degradation / Dirty talk / Implications of cheating / A little angsty, if you squint / This is just Reader giving Derek a blowjob so Minors DNI

‘Need u. Meet me at The Warehouse’

You needn’t check the message twice to know who it was.

There was only one person in your life who spoke to you like this; who disappeared on most weekdays, only to show up on weekends between the hours of midnight to 5AM without a care in the world. The man’s name was Derek Danforth, a guy who ‘just happened’ to be the son of now President, Jessica Danforth.

You hadn’t met him through any lavish political gala, nor from a meet-and-greet after an inspiring TED Talk - no, he’d chosen the oh-so classy way to slide into your DM’s on Instagram. You’d come to know that fast and sleazy was Derek’s brand.

At first you’d thought it was a scam, not wanting to believe that a millionaire would even bother to speak to you, but a quick $100 transfer into your linked account had told you otherwise.

‘Think I’m real now?’ He’d messaged back, and it was from there that he’d sent a valet to your place for what was supposed to be a hookup.

He’d fucked you so good that night; the feel of his fingers gripping your ass as he pounded into you from behind still etched into your skin. He’d left marks; from marks sourced from his rabid teeth on your neck, to marks from the metal of his rings that had dug tiny scratches into your flesh. He hadn’t shut up the entire time, grunting and groaning in your ear about how much of a dirty slut you were, and how good your tight hole felt against his cock. He’d probably said that to all the people he’d fucked.

Still, it got to you, and apparently to him also. What started as an unsuspecting DM turned into full contact, with 3AM calls and erotic FaceTime sessions. Derek was often high off of coke, or drunk, or somewhere in between, all whilst puffing on his vape, huffing the thick white air like a dragon. Fitting, because he was dangerous.

And you’d been pulled into his shiny lair once again.

The Warehouse, or what you liked to aptly dub the ‘Whorehouse’ was an underground club, apparently run by Derek’s dealer. Yes, Derek hadn’t even had the courtesy to take you to one of his many properties to do his business, deciding that a sweaty basement would be best for you.

At least you could somehow remain anonymous.

“Knees, now. I want a blowjob,” Derek said in his usual dismissive tone as he slumped on a red couch before leaning forward and sprinkling a white powder on the table. You rolled your eyes as he snorted it, watching as he ran a hand through his mullet, absorbing the endorphins into his bloodstream.

He looked up at you with furrowed brows. He wasn’t one used to dealing with insolence.

“I don’t have all day.”

“Jeez, a ‘hey’ would be nice,” you grumbled. “I had to work overtime, I barely even got settled at home —“

“So? I don’t fucking care,” he scoffed. “There’s a couch, you can settle here.”

You knew damn well there wasn’t going to be any ‘settling’. And as much as you hated it, you loved it.

Derek spread his legs expectedly as you dived between them, struggling with his zipper to take out his hard cock. It didn’t matter if he was average sized - he'd more than proved himself to know how to use it. Still, it never got lost on you as to how thick he was, the filling sensation of his cock in your mouth for the first time becoming one of your favourites.

He was already leaking precum, and you wasted no time in licking the fluids up before moving down to the rest of his length, with your hand planted firmly on the base of his cock. You started off with slow, but deliberate motions, desperate to feel his girth in every crevice of your mouth, motivated by the male’s drawn out moans. His head was flung back against the top of the couch, arms spread as he basically gave himself up to you - one of the rare times he would only surrender.

Until he got impatient and placed his hands on the back of your neck, grip firm as he began to drag your head up and down his length, demanding you increase the pace. Pools of spit began to build up inside of your mouth as he did, accommodating to the sudden force. Every time you retracted from his length, the pink flesh began to glimmer; shine, even, as you serviced it. To some, it was a taboo and demeaning act, but to Derek, it was the ultimate act of your submission and devotion to him. To this day, even a year on from your first encounter, you couldn’t understand why he kept coming back to you.

“Fuck,” he drawled, clenching his teeth down on his bottom as he heaved. “You’re so fucking good at this - It’s like you were just made for my cock…”

The statement caused your stomach to backflip, only encouraging you to take him deeper. His thick head was now inches away from the back of your throat, threatening to make you gag. Unfathomably, you seemed tempted to take that risk, but Derek intervened.

“Here,” he said flatly as he gently pushed you off of him, leaning down towards the table. “Try this,”

He rolls up a fifty and guides your head along the white powder. Your nose tingles and your heart clenches a little, but there’s no immediate effect.

“It’ll take a while, but trust me, you’ll fucking feel it,” Derek smirks, drawing you from your thoughts. “Good thing we’ve got all night,”

It wasn’t long before you were back on his cock, vessel gripped firmly in your hand as you began to stroke him up and down, in tandem with the movements of your neck.

“You’ve never had blow like this before,” he laughs, hands frantic as they gripped at his thighs, trying to hold them still. “Then again, you’ve never had a dick like this before either, hm? Don’t you have a boyfriend to go home to? Poor guy. I must have you whipped…”

Desperate to respond, you popped his cock out of your mouth, but he held up a hand to

silence you.

“I really don’t need to fucking hear it,” he chuckled. “You’re such a slut, you know that? You suck my dick, moan like a bitch, and keep coming back for more, but here you are arguing with me…I’m beginning to think you like this little relationship of ours,”

Who was he kidding? You both knew the truth.

You hummed, and Derek ran his tongue over his teeth, his bouncing leg beginning to quicken. His hands found your head, gripping the back of your neck as his cock began to twitch, vein throbbing against the flat of your tongue. He was always his most animalistic in the heat of the moment; and even though you enjoyed the culmination of your hard work, it was also the time where he spouted things, words and phrases that you knew were nothing but bullshit, and yet clouded your eyes with hope.

“Moan for me,” he grunted, pupils blown as they focused on the pornographic display below him. “Tell me that I’m the best you’ve ever had,”

You let out a whine, and he hummed.

“Worship me,” he continued. “Show me how much you love me…Fuck – Open your mouth…!”

Swiftly, Derek removed his aching member from your mouth, eyes wide as he watched a bridge of saliva form from your raw lips to his skin. With a few slick pumps, his fell half lidded as he came over your face, streaks of white fluid coating your cheeks and lips, with some even falling in your lashes and dripping onto your nose. He convulsed, as if he were temporarily losing grip on his sanity and panted as he tried for air. He ran his hands across his beard before he cupped your cheek, an indiscernible look in his eye before he patted it.

“Clean yourself up. I want you nice and fresh for round two.”

It pained you that you were so enthusiastic to oblige.

#florence writes!!#derek danforth x reader #derek danforth #the beekeeper #derek danforth smut #josh hutcherson #mike schmidt x reader #x male reader #gender neutral reader #gender neutral fanfic

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denim-devil · 6 months

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Mike schmidt | FNAF - MASTERLIST

Key —

Smut - {S} / Fluff - {F} / Angst - {A}

╰┈➤ ✧ Sugar - Mike x M!Reader ꨄ

Summary - Just one night you promised, knowing the dangers, Mike put rules in place to make sure you were constantly monitored, he should of know why you had asked to join him… {S}/{F}

✧ Melting - Mike x M!Reader ꨄ

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. {S}/{F}

— COMING SOON

✧ Get You - Best friend!Mike x M!Reader ꨄ

#male reader #x male reader #fnaf #mike schmidt #josh hutcherson #smut #fluff #fnaf movie #five nights at freddy's

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dorkszn · 4 months

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𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 ༄ 𝐦. 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐭

— nsfw under the cut, amab reader

mike who solely gets off to you. to you voice, to the noises you make, to the way your legs ever so slightly shake when you’re on your third or fourth orgasm. he can’t feel pleasure unless you do.

mike who can’t stand when he upsets you because he knows you won’t let him touch you. wont let him make you feel good. and that fucks him up.

mike on his knees in front of you while you sit on the edge of the bed. just inches away from you while you stare down at him. his chest heaving up and down as he patiently waits for you, his cock beginning to strain in his jeans. the print of yours in your boxers driving him nuts.

“please, please let me touch you. please baby. i promise i’ll be good. i promise i’ll be a good for you.” he pleads, his hand damn near trembling as he grips the denim on his thighs.

“i don’t know… you haven’t kept up with your promises lately.” you sigh. you notice the immediate shift in his eyes.

“i know. i know but i swear i’ll keep this one. i promise i’ll be good. just wanna make you feel good.” he whines, doe eyes giving you a certain look.

“i’ll let you touch me but—“

mike shifts his weight on his knees, inching closer to you as you speak.

“you can’t fuck me. i’m still upset with you.” you nod, unfolding your arms.

his dark curls slightly bounce as he nods. “that’s fine. that’s perfect.” mike waits for your command. and you take a deep breath with calling him up to you with your hand.

mike nearly pounces on you. his lips quickly pressing into yours, taking your breath in a passionate kiss. your back hits the bed as he leans over you, lips moving in sync. he breaks off and moves down, sliding the neck of your oversized t-shirt out of the way.

he kisses up and down your neck and around your jaw. softly sucking and biting at the skin. he murmurs a quiet “thank you” between each kiss. you tangle your fingers in his hair, ever so slightly tugging on it. mike feels his dick twitch in his boxers when you arch up into him.

he’d lied earlier when he said that was perfect. god, that lie tore at his mind as soon as he said it. it was gonna be a long night for him.

#dorkszn #dorkfilmz #this was longer than i expected #fnaf smut #fnaf movie #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt smut #mike schmidt #josh hutcherson #fnaf movie x reader #fnaf movie smut #amab reader #mike schmidt x male reader

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freak-accident419 · 2 months

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The Little Things

Josh Futturman x GN!Reader

Summary: Upset that Josh has been overly stressed and traumatized recently, you decide to surprise him with a short getaway, a temporary escape—you were going to take him to see a dinosaur.

WC: 1.8k

Content: fluff, mentions of death, gender neutral reader, short but sweet, kissing, listening to music, quiet yet comfortable company, few curse words

(A/n: this oneshot is heavily inspired by the movie Palm Springs which was brought to my attention from something @rynsfandomsfun reblogged—it was a sweet movie. Also, don’t play the preview of the song attached, but listen from the beginning when it plays in the fic :) )

“Hey. Wake up…”

Your gentle voice and light shaking seemed to do the trick as you sat patiently on the edge of his bed. “Y/n?” Josh grumbles drowsily, gradually waking up as he rubs his eyes with his fingers. “Shit… what time is it…?”

You chuckle amusedly at his demeanor. “Approximately two a.m. But that’s not so important,” you answer, watching him use his arms to lift himself up against his bed frame, now in a sitting position.

He faced you with groggy bewilderment until his eyes suddenly widened once they inevitably trailed over to your lap. “Shit—Y/n, is that the TTD?” Josh gasped. The revelation seemed to have woken him up completely, his shock clashing with your nonchalant smirk. “But that would mean—”

“Yes, I stole it from Tiger and Wolf while they were sleeping. And yeah, I’m aware they’d kill me if they ever found out, but they’ll never know we even left, ’cause lucky for us, now we have a damn time machine,” you grin softly.

“‘Left’? Wait, what—what are we doing?”

You chuckle, admiring the adorably confounded look on his face. You were so thrilled to break the news to him, anticipating his reaction. “I’m gonna take you to see a dinosaur.”

You didn’t mean to get tied into all of this. Well, technically, none of you were meant to. However, Josh was your best friend, and one day, you two hung out in his room as you watched him play and attempt to beat his favorite game Biotic Wars. And you never would’ve guessed the shit you both would go through after that.

As his best friend, you knew him very well and were able to read him even if he was across the room from you. Therefore, you could always sense when he was upset and miserably exhausted. So when those two airheaded dipshits from the future constantly mistreated and belittled him, you couldn’t help but feel resentment towards them and pity towards your best friend. And the moment you saw him covered in his co-workers’ blood after him witnessing his colleagues brutally chop them up to shove inside a possum incinerator, you were just about done with all of this bullshit.

So when the day became night, you snuck into Tiger and Wolf’s weird sewer hideout, stealing their TTD. And then you snuck into Josh’s house, planning to steal him too.

Josh’s face beams as he heard your proposal, and it was probably the first time you’ve seen him genuinely smile ever since he got involved in that savior crap.

“I’m gonna see a dinosaur?” You answered him with a smug nod. “You’re not fucking with me? I’m gonna see a dinosaur? H-holy—holy shit!”

You knew he wanted this before, hell, you were right there when he begged Tiger and Wolf for it back in 1969. And so, because of all the bullshit he undeservingly had to deal with, you wanted to give him a break or reward. You just wanted to see your friend happy again, like how he was before this entire mess.

In life, you had to enjoy the little things—which says a lot about your lives right now, considering that traveling back in time to see a dinosaur could be considered as such. The two of you needed a break, even just for less than a day where you didn’t have to worry about saving the world or killing people.

You take out an index card and found a pen on his desk. “What time is it?” You ask him, taking the cap off of the pen with your teeth.

“Uh, two—uh, two thirty-four,” he answered after glancing at the clock. “Am I—Am I seriously going to see a dinosaur? Are—are we actually going to the jurassic period?”

You scribbled down the time so you’d know when exactly you should get back, just to avoid any complications. “Yes,” your answer was muffled as you laugh softly, taking the cap out of your mouth to place it back over the pen. You shoved the note in your pocket then took Josh’s hand, helping him get up from his bed to stand up in his room. You open the TTD and began to play around with the controls.

“Do you even know how to use that thing?” He asked, looking over all the cryptic symbols and confusing interface, then back at you.

“Uhh, general idea,” you reply, clicking around the device some more until you finally placed your arm around his shoulder. “You ready, Josh?”

He blinked, then nodded eagerly. “Are you serious? Hell, yeah! Holy shit! No way! I’m gonna see an actual, fucking dinosaur!”

You weren’t quite used to the feeling of traveling through time, but at least it got easier every time you did. Bright blue lights and volts surrounded the two of you, feeling a gust of wind blow into your face and whole being, and even heat from the electrical currents. And then, in less than five seconds, you two appeared in a jungle, late at night, in the late jurassic period.

***

You two sat down on a thick branch of a tallish tree, the soft light of the moon kissing your faces. It was dangerous to be in such a wild and unpredictable time, surrounded by deadly, barbaric creatures, so the tree would be a pretty safe place to watch the dinosaurs from. Except the surrounding area was practically empty, so you just waited for them to emerge.

Your shoulders brushed as you enjoyed the silence between the two of you—which was actually ceased fairly quickly once Josh communicated a thought that had practically gnawed at him for days.

“Hey, I just wanna say I’m, uh… I’m sorry that I dragged you into this, Y/n,” he finally says, looking at you pitifully. He looked really nice in the moonlight, you thought. “Wolf and Tiger, they’re insane, and I—shit, if I never invited you over then none of this would fucking—”

“Hey, hey, shut up, will you?” You snickered, offering a forgiving grin. “You didn’t drag me into this. The both of us never would’ve expected any of this bullshit, okay? Like, genuinely.” Josh nodded, but you still sensed some remaining guilt in him. “Hey. If I was gonna be wrapped into this crazy fucking mess with somebody, I’m glad it was with you. You’re my best friend. My ride or die.”

The corner of his lips curled into a sweet, appreciative smile. “Thanks,” he replied coyly. “And, uh, thanks for this. I know there’s no dinosaurs right now, but… I really appreciate the gesture. Like, Tiger and Wolf, they would’ve—”

“They definitely would’ve killed me, yes,” you laughed softly. “But… you’re worth all the crazy fucking discipline.”

With this lighting, you could never see how his cheeks flushed pink. But you knew he was blushing, from how the corner of his eyes crease and the way his wide smile accentuated his cheeks, revealing his pearly white, perfect teeth. He lets out a quiet giggle, and the two of you continued to watch the horizon of the dark, yet mesmerizing prehistoric view.

You two held each other’s hands, interlocking one another’s fingers warmly, placing the clasped fists between each other. There was some kind of unspoken thing between you two that you never had time to figure out, mainly because of the recent things you’ve been dealing with. But it was still there, that strange, lingering feeling.

And then…

“Holy shit!” Josh gasped abruptly, sitting up, patting onto your shoulder repeatedly, then pointing his finger far out into the distance. “Y/n, look, shit, Y/n, Y/n, Y/n—”

“Wh—” Your breath hitched as you saw it in front of you. “Shit…”

The several long necks and small heads of brontosauruses were in the distance, peeking out of the whole jungle and its trees, walking slowly towards the left in front of the iridescent moon.

It was beautiful. You never expected it to be. Actually, you really didn’t expect anything, you thought it’d be too surreal to even process. But they were exactly like the history books. They were like the CGI graphics in film and games, the images displayed near their exhibits at museums, the small long, plastic figures that come in clear tubes, and hell, a scene from Spielberg’s Jurassic fucking Park.

“They’re beautiful…” Josh sighs in complete awe.

“They really are…” you mutter, still fascinated by it all, watching the family of dinosaurs walk slowly together, letting out low moans and stomps with each heavy step.

Abruptly, you take out your phone from your pocket, as well as some earbuds. You plug it in, help Josh with the left earpiece and put the right one in yours. And then, you clicked onto a song that you had downloaded prior.

The gentle song began to play softly in your ears. The two of you were mesmerized by the beauty and magnificence of these creatures that you never thought you’d ever see. Your head moves down to rest on Josh’s shoulder as you two admired the dinosaurs from afar. The light pressure of you against his shoulder tickled him slightly, which he gulped at, heat rising to his cheeks. Your contact against him felt warm and you felt safe. Even though this was a place where you would most likely get mauled brutally by ‘clever girl’s, you felt nearly invincible with your best friend by your side.

“This is amazing…” he whispered, astonished.

“Yeah,” you sigh, mocking his quiet speech.

A pause.

“You’re amazing…”

You slowly pull away from his shoulder curiously, your eyes leaving the direction of the large, majestic animals. Your eyes look deeply into his, again, the moonlight shining exquisitely on the side of his face, bright enough to reveal some of the hazel tint in his irises. You felt your eyelashes flutter each time you looked from his eyes to his lips. He, too, looked at you intimately and fondly. And then your eyes closed gently once you feel his lips press against yours, hearing the song continue in your ears. The entire moment felt so magical, that you weren’t sure if it was because of the fact that you were in a place where dinosaurs existed or that you were kissing the person you’ve always admired.

You pull away slowly, a silent exchange of eye contact, before kissing him again, with more passion and less hesitance, letting your hands rest behind his neck.

There were no more words between the two of you after. In a good, serene way. Parting from his lips, you rested your head back onto his shoulder, feeling his arm around you from the back and his hand holding your waist. And you two continued to watch the dinosaurs under the stars, holding each other’s hands once more. Enjoying the little things, for now.

You could let this moment go on forever. After all, with the TTD, you had all the time in the world.

#future man #future man 2017 #future man x reader #josh futturman x reader #josh futturman x you #josh futturman x gn!reader #josh futterman #josh futterman x reader #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson fanfic #josh hutcherson fluff #mike schmidt x reader #clapton davis x reader #peeta mellark x reader #josh futturman x f!reader #josh futturman x m!reader #gender neutral reader #male reader

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sameschmidtdiffname · 28 days

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Wool Over My Eyes

Mike Schmidt x GN!Reader

Summery: Mike always says you have such trouble getting up in the morning. You don't intend to take so long to wake, but Mike is quite confident the solution lays just at his fingertips- and lips.

Tags: No use of Y/N, no use of gendered pronouns, no genitalia specification, light bondage, pet names, dirty talk, fingering, oral (reader recieving), cum swallowing, morning sex, light breeding kink, recording sex, dacryphillia, light choking, sub! Mike, dom! Reader, facial, age-gap, interrupted sex.

Notes: GOD, I FINALLY FUCKING WROTE. I'm not even gonna blab, just read this shit.

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"C'mere here, sweet thing."

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clarks-letterman · 6 months

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CLAPTON DAVIS/MIKE SCHMIDT ASKS JUST SAW RHE FNAF MOVIE

(critics please stop rating it 4/10, it’s so good😭)

#fanfic #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #fnaf x reader #fnaf x you #fnaf x y/n #fnaf movie #josh hutcherson x reader #josh hutcherson x male reader

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starxxkitty · 3 months

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:･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.::･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:･.::･ﾟ✧:･.☽˚｡･ﾟ✧:

One More

Sub!Mike Schmidt X Fem!Reader⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

Synopsis: You have a crucial meeting you need to attend, but when your boyfriend, asks for a kiss, you shut him down immediately, knowing that once he starts he won't stop.

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Suggestive themes, swearing, no use of y/n

A/N: Hello! This is my first post, I've been wanting to get back into writing, so if you have any requests, lmk!(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

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“C’mon…” Mike groaned in frustration against your skin, “just one kiss.”

You knew that was a lie, you both knew. And as much as you wished you could push him down and kiss him right then and there, you couldn’t.

“We talked about this last night. I have an important meeting and I can’t miss it.” You sighed, attempting to loosen the grip he had on your waist. “Besides, I’ve already been late almost every day this week because of you.”

He remembered all those times that you left the house, hair messy and cheeks red from his touch. He remembered it so well. Well enough to crave it again. Tightening his arms, he let out a whine, pressing soft kisses against your neck and pulling you impossibly closer. “That won’t happen again.”

Another lie.

“Please…” He mumbled desperately, “I promise you’ll get to work on time.” His hands subtly crept under your shirt, exploring your soft skin.

“Mike.” You scolded lightly as you felt his fingertips tracing your body. “The only way I’ll be on time is if I leave. Right now.”

“Your meeting doesn’t start for another 45 minutes,” He grumbled, hands slipping out from under your shirt and reaching towards the top buttons, gently sucking against your neck before letting out an annoyed groan as you slapped his hand away. “See? This is the same situation as last time” you chastised, “I know what you’re trying to do Mike.”

He dropped his head to your shoulder, huffing in defeat. “If we make it quick—" You shook your head. “That's the problem. It’s not going to be quick.” Grabbing his hands and pulling them off, you pressed him against the couch. “I don’t get why you can’t just wait for like—two hours.” He looked up at you nervously as he felt the force of your hand. “Some people aren’t as patient as you.” He mumbled, voice quieter than before.

You pushed him back down as he attempted to grab at your hips, a breathless groan escaping him. “I haven’t spent time with you in forever. This new job’s kicking my ass.” His voice broke slightly in desperation as you moved closer, amused by his words. “You’ve been spending time with me every morning.” He shook his head, breath quickening at your closeness,

“Not enough time..” he glanced up at you with that sweet look.

Those desperate eyes and that soft voice, you couldn’t help but bite your lip, clearly conflicted. “You promise not to take more than 5 minutes?” You finally broke. Who were you to deny this poor boy? He nodded eagerly. “I need to hear you say it, Mike.” Moving closer, your eyes narrowed slightly, “I’m not going to be late for this meeting. Am I?” He looked up at you, taking a shallow breath. “Yeah…No late meetings” Mike cleared his throat, stumbling over his words, “Only 5 minutes.” mindless words and agreements spilled from his mouth, but the only thing he could think about was how perfect your lips looked right now.

You hummed, knowing that was a lie too. “I’m holding you to that.” You leaned in closer, straddling his hips, enjoying that familiar feeling of your bodies connecting. His breath hitched at the sudden friction, attempting to stay calm at the feeling of your hands playing with the hem of his shirt.

“I’m being serious about this Mike…” you whispered above his lips, “No more than 5 minutes.”

“Mhm..” his voice came out as a pathetic plea, silently asking for you to do something. Sighing, you slipped your hands under his shirt, watching his face soften, before finally giving him what he so desperately wanted. As your lips connected, he let out a groan, the familiar taste of you had his mind spinning in a lustful haze. He usually kissed so gently, holding your face and waiting for you to initiate anything more.

But this?

His lips were tantalizing, hypnotizing you into a state of want. The way he pressed up against you, desperately pulling your body closer was making you go dizzy. The kiss was hot and needy as his hands roamed under your shirt in desperation, memorizing you and every part of your body.

Gently, your tongue slipped into the kiss, his breathy whine muffled as your lips moved against his, hands falling down to your waist, holding you desperately as he moved your body against his. Pulling away, you dipped your head down to his neck. “Hard already?” Letting out a breathless chuckle as you pressed down against him, teasing the skin of his jawline. You peppered kisses against him, moving your hips in a slow, circular motion before bringing your face back up to his, admiring him.

You had hardly done anything and he was a mess. Soft moans left him with that clouded stare, desperately attempting to strain back the noises spewing from his mouth. “Please..” he whined, his voice barely audible, “Please do something.” Need coated his pleas as he subconsciously bucked up into your hips, causing you to pause your movements.

He groaned at the sudden lack of friction. “I—” he was cut off by a needy groan slipping from his mouth from the feeling of your lips just above his. “Fuck…please, keep going.”

You shook your head, a hint of amusement on your face “Time’s up baby.” Looking down, you saw his eyebrows knit together, “Please…god I need you.” His voice was so soft, so needy, as he grabbed at your hips, trying to rock your body back and forth against his, desperate for more friction.

“I thought you promised?” You mocked softly, grabbing his hands and forcing them away. “5 minutes isn’t enough?” Leaning ever so closer, you teased his lips with your own. He could hardly even think straight, your perfume invaded his senses, and the phantom feeling of your lips against his made him grow impatient.

“I’ll do anything..” he whined, “please just kiss me one more time.” A sigh left your lips as you looked down at the man pathetically begging underneath you. “See, I knew this would happen. You just can’t stop thinking with your dick, can you?” He inhaled sharply at your words, attempting to cover up how much they affected him. Grinding down onto his hips, you earned one last sweet moan from him, finally sliding off of his lap.

“Please..” the beg fell from his lips like a prayer as he looked up at you, head dizzy and weak. You knew he was too tempting, the desire lingering in his eyes with that pretty look on his face. Leaning down, you gave him one last kiss out of pity. Breaking away, his lips desperately chased yours, a needy gasp escaping him.

“See you after work.” You whispered, cupping his face before grabbing your bag and stepping outside, closing the door behind you.

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