#mike schimdt x fem! reader

[seduzist]

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞, 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲?

pairing: mike schmidt x fem! reader x vanessa shelly

warnings: smut. contains threesome, penetration (p in v) and degradation. english is not my first language so may have mistakes in this.

you were mike’s girlfriend, you knew that, he knew that, vanessa shelley knew that, everyone knews that, but, ever since you met her, you just had to have her. her serious blue eyes and so well-fitting uniform on her perfect body. God, she made you crazy.

and mike was always the perfect boyfriend, always so cute and funny, so understanding and gentle in every way, always treating you so well and never disrespecting you, always making everything you asks with a pout and a “please, baby?”

that wasn’t exactly different when you asked for her. vanessa.

he rolled his eyes at your spoiled behavior, but, still, the next weekend, there you were, legs wide open with mike’s hips between them, while vanessa watched sitting on the bed, memorizing every part of your body, every single touch of mike that made you whimper a little louder, everything she could to fuck you better.

mike was balls deep inside you, grunting, he wouldn’t admit easily but he loved your idea, just thinking about get to watch vanessa have her way with you made him wants to cum on the spot, but he couldn’t, not before you.

“c’mon, baby.” he whispered to you in a lower tone, trying to get you on the edge quickly, bringing a hand to your pussy to rub small circles on your clit. “give our guest a show and come on my cock.”

the fast pace of his thrusts and the stimulation on your swollen clit along with the dirty words spoken to you, made you cum all over his shaft, your legs shaking and moans leaving your lips as he comes with you, painting your walls white as you felt his cum filling you to the brim.

you took a few minutes to recover after he takes his cock out of you, whispering sweet nothings about “how much of a good girl you were.” you almost forgot that vanessa was there too.

you only remembered her presence when you felt a hand on your thigh, smaller and softer than mike’s, caressing the skin. with a few kisses at your neck, you opened your eyes again, looking down at her and smiling, kissing her lips hungrily and passing your arms through her waist, ready to another round.

“you really did a show for me, huh?” she said against your lips, smiling while doing so. you nodded with your head, still focused on her kisses.

and that’s when her soft and gentle hands on your body became rough, groping your tits and your ass, almost making bruises at the force of her fingers, making you squirm slightly underneath her, no one ever touched you like this.

when you break the kiss to talk it out, you were surprised again by her sudden move, she turned you around on your stomach, face against the soft pillows while she puts her body on top of yours, holding both of your wrists together on your back, making you almost immobile.

you whined in surprise, but could see mike on the couch at the side of the bed stroking his semi-hard cock slowly, so you thought everything just fine.

“you’re really a little slut, don’t you?” you’ve never heard that tone of vanessa before but you would be lying if you said that didn’t made you wetter. “he fucks you so well but you still want more, are you that much of a insatiable whore, bunny?”

“nessa!” you protested, not in a disliking way, you were just surprised by her uncommon behavior, the sweet and lovely vanessa you met wouldn’t treat you like that, would she?

“it’s vanny now, bunny.” one of her hands found it’s way to your hair, pushing slightly your head back just so she could whisper in your ear. “if you call me vanny, i’ll let you bounce on my fingers as you please after i’m done using you, uhm?”

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[ervotica]

smut 18+, marking, oral (f receiving), p in v

Mike Schmidt is the king of being pussy drunk. He'd spend hours with his face between your legs if you'd let him, slaking his thirst on your sweet nectar, rolling and pinching and nibbling at your clit in that way only he knows how until you're mewling, quivering, locking your thighs around his head and cumming with a weak cry; Mike thinks if there's any way to die, this would be how he wants to go.

Mike who works himself into a such a frenzy that by the time he gets around to fucking you, he's incoherent. He pushes in and his eyes cross and roll back in his head, he moans and whines and curses as your cunt involuntarily tightens and clenches around him and he can barely hold himself up, brain mush and bones liquefied. He swears your pussy is magic.

Mike who litters your soft skin with marks and bruises to show everyone just who he belongs to, to show everyone that you're his and he's yours. Teeth grazing your neck and your tits and your lower stomach until you're covered.

Mike who insists that you walk around the house dressed only in an oversized tee that you've stolen from his closet at one point or another, legs bare, marked a myriad of colours where his teeth and lips and tongue touched you the night before.

And, well, what an unfortunate awakening that must be for that nosy cop, Vanessa, when you answer his front door just like that one morning...

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[faissts]

MIKE SCHIMDT P LINKS

mdni - mike schmidt p links from twitter

mike fingering you

mike eating you out

riding mike

mike n ur tits

thigh riding w/ mike

mike taking care of you

mike n ur tits pt 2

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[xstarsdiary]

guys I haven’t even watched the fnaf movie yet cause I’ve been so busy but I’m already so obsessed with Josh Hutcherson as Mike Schmidt 😫 I also have the worst case of baby fever so I knew that I had to write this straight away.

not avatar related but i seriously just needed to get this out my system.

Imagine Mike having a pregnant s/o who is in the second trimester of pregnancy as is just so needy for him all the time..

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 : pregnancy sex, pregnant reader, teasing, pet names, unprotected p in v, slight fingering, barely any foreplay, masturbation, breeding kink, light spanking, creampie, aftercare, kisses & cuddles at the end ☺️

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 : mike schmidt x pregnant reader

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 : 2.2k

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 : bit rushed at the end, 𝐦𝐝𝐧𝐢 𝟏𝟖+

You feel so deprived. Deprived of your husbands touch. Deprived of his praising words in your ear. It’s torture. Months and months without any release has left you stressed and touch starved, the need to be filled up and stuffed with cock worsens everyday.

For the first few months of your pregnancy you felt nothing but sickness and exhaustion, wanting nothing more than to lay down and sleep all day. Now that you’re in your fifth month of pregnancy and your morning sickness has stopped you’ve been a lot more productive, cleaning more, cooking more, you’ve even started to make your husband meals for when he has his night shifts.

The only downside now is your so fucking needy. All you need is to be filled, pumped full with your husbands seed all over again but you’ve just been to shy to ask, too shy to make any moves.

That was until tonight. Your husband had the night off work and so he had taken the opportunity to go late night grocery shopping. He made sure that you gave him a list so that he doesn’t forget anything, remembering the last time he had gone shopping for you and forgot to get three avocados instead of two. That day was an absolute shit show.

You had been pumping your fingers in and out of yourself, tears flowing down your cheeks and your body hurting as you struggled to even reach over your growing bump. You’re now desperately chasing your climax, your fingers not long enough to reach that spongey spot inside of you nor thick enough to pleasure you.

You huff as you change positions, now kneeling on the soft mattress with messed up blankets and pillows surrounding you as you mindlessly grind against your fingers, letting out a lewd moan and sigh of relief as you begin to feel that familiar knot tighten.

With tears building up in your eyes all over again and small whimpers leaving your lips, you hastily chase your sweet release. You feel so so close, inches away from pure ecstasy before-

“Fuck!” Your loud cry can be heard from the other side of the house as you hear the front door slam shut. You quickly get up from the bed, holding back sobs as you cry over your failed orgasm. You were so fucking close, so close to snapping before you heard your husband come home, ripping your orgasm away from you.

Footsteps get louder as your husband nears your shared bedroom, calling out your name with worry laced in his tone. He heard your shout.

Your still a crying mess, stood in nothing but a thin, loose blue tank top as you watch the door burst open, your husbands eyes widening with worry at the scene in front of him.

His eyes trail your body, taking in your naked bottom half as he sighs, noticing the shiny slick practically dripping down your plump thighs. He silently walks towards you, taking you into his arms as you let yourself cry.

“What is it? What do you need, pretty girl? Hm?” He knew exactly what you needed. You needed to be pumped so full of his seed until you become pregnant all over again.

Your a blabbering, hiccuping mess as you try to speak. “I need- huap! I need you s..so bad!” Your cries almost break his heart as he rubs small circles into the small of your back, pretending not to notice the wet patch on his clothed leg which in situated right in between your thighs.

Mike lets out a small “tsk”, gently tugging the hairs on the nape or your neck as he pulls your head away from his chest. Your face is a flushed red and all glossy with tears and for some reason the sight of you like this creates a funny feeling in his stomach as he feels himself begin to harden.

“Please Mike, please..” You plead, pulling at the hem of his shirt with one hand and feeling up his chest with the other. You’re no longer shy anymore. You just need his dick now. That’s all you can think about.

Mike makes no other movements, continuing to play with the hairs on the nape of your neck and gently rubbing circles on your bare hip with his thumb. “How long have you been like this?”

You let out a whine as you become impatient, tears still flowing out of your eyes and fogging up your vision. “Too long! Just please. I really need you!”

As soon as you say those words Mike decides that you’ve both waited long enough, practically ripping off his shirt as your dainty fingers unbutton his jeans. One of his hands move to wrap around you, supporting your weight as the other rests on your bump, slowly lowering you down and onto the bed.

Your light moan gets stuck in your throat when he moves back up to pull down his boxers, his hard cock springing out and slapping his lower stomach. A bead of pre-cum leaks out of his tip and drips down his length causing you to gulp and nearly drool at the sight.

Mikes hands move to your thighs, spreading your legs agonisingly slowly as you stare into each others eyes. The second his fingers touch your neglected, dripping cunt you let out a breathy moan, flinching at the contact as he rubs his index finger between your glossy folds. His touch feels like heaven. It feel so ethereal, like you’ve truly been blessed.

“So fuckin’ wet..” He’s now spreading your lower lips with his fingers, groaning at your pretty pussy on display all for him. He prods his middle finger at your hole as you mewl, slightly dipping the tip of his finger in before pulling it back out, a trail of your slick stringing in between you and his finger as he moves to rub small, gentle circles onto your clit.

“Ngh- fuck!..” your hips instinctively buck against his hand, relishing in the feeling of him finally pleasuring you after so long. He uses his free hand to push down your hips, making sure not to use to much force but also making sure you stay still.

His middle and ring fingers slide into your drenched cunt easily with a loud squelch, the sound of your own pussy driving you crazy. “Oh, Mike..” His fingers feel so fucking good, better than yours ever could as he scissors you open.

You know that you don’t need the foreplay, you’re already wet enough. Yet you let him continue for just a bit longer, letting out soft moans as you feel yourself getting even more aroused, your slick dripping down his fingers.

“Mike..” Whining, you squirm away from his fingers, tears brimming in your eyes at the empty feeling once he pulls them out. You inhale a deep breath as his raspy voice comes out, his breaths slightly shallow as his dick stands painfully hard against his pelvis.

“What is is, baby?” Fuck his voice is hot. His tone nearly makes you cum on the spot. “I don’t need- just fuck me now, Mike.”

His brows raise in surprise at your demand before a smirk appears on his face. In a heartbeat he has you on your hands and knees, now kneeling behind you on the bed as he rubs his pink tip between your folds, using your slick as lubricant before slowly sliding himself inside of you, making sure you feel every inch of him against your walls.

“Ahh~ fuuuuck..” Your voice quivers at the feeling of being so unbelievable full, getting even more stretched out by the girth of his cock. You can feel him rub and push against your sweet spot, emitting a loud pornographic moan out of you.

One of Mike’s hands rest against your plush hip, the other landing a light smack to your ass, a stinging pain shooting through you as you curse. “Shh.. i got you, i got you.” He assures you, a moan getting caught in his throat as you push yourself further against his pelvis, begging for him to go deeper.

He gently pulls your body up so that your back is against his chest, so that you’re now kneeling on top of him. One of his hands rests on your jaw, slightly tilting your head back as the other stays gripping your hip. Your hand moves behind you to grab a fistful of his hair, your mouth agape and breaths uneven as your other hand rubs small circles onto your bump.

His first few thrust are experimental, testing your reaction, making sure that your comfortable and happy sitting on his cock all pretty like this. This was your first pregnancy and so the pair of you had never had pregnant sex before, Mike made sure to be extra gentle and patient with you as you meet his thrusts, grinding down on him.

“Oh- shitt..” He grunts, his scalp burning as you tug harder on his hair, now bouncing on him to the best of your ability. He can already feel himself getting close, but I mean after months of of not being able to be inside of you he’s sensitive, almost like a virgin and has a big load waiting to be released so who could blame him for not lasting long.

He’s not mad at himself though, no. He can tell your the exact same, so close to already cumming all over his dick, he can tell by the way your walls are clenching around him and your bounces are getting sloppier and uneven.

“Mm.. Mike I- I’m gonna..” your a breathless, moaning mess at this point, the only thing keeping you upright was Mike’s hands holding you up.

“Gonna come?” He whispers, his breath tickling your neck, dragging you closer and closer to the edge. You vigorously nod, gathering up the strength to bounce faster and harder on his twitching cock, “mmmhhfff, ah-nngh” You can’t even form any words properly as you can feel yourself about to snap.

Your orgasm is like a wave at the beach, pulling back and forming before it crashes down, and when it crashes- it fucking crashes.

The second Mike’s fingers rub at your small bundle of nerves you snap. Your vision going white and mind foggy as you convulse around him, legs shaking and back arching against his stomach. “Mike- Mike- Mike- Mike- Mike!” You chant his name over and over again, unable to think of anything or feel anything but your stomach tightening and pussy clenching around him as he continues to drag his cock in and out of you, keeping your orgasm going for as long as possible as you cry out, tears flowing down your cheeks once again.

“Fuck! M-ikee!!” Your words are broken as you blabber, now overstimulated as he continues to rub your clit and pump inside of you, his thighs clapping against the back of yours and your slick making mess everywhere.

He’s so close. You can feel his dick twitching and throbbing inside of you, his load threatening to spill. “Hold on, baby.. you can take it a bit longer yeah princess?”

In all honesty, you don’t think you can. You can already feel another orgasm approaching you, this one bigger than the last. “Fuck! I’m gonna come all inside of you, hm? Fill you up with a whole ‘nother baby.” He manages to grunt out as his thrusts become sloppy and slower.

“Please! Please! Please! Please!!” You cry out once again as your second orgasm washes over you, your eyes foggy and pussy overstimulated.

Mike’s mind goes haywire as you clench around him, clenching so right that it finally tips him over the edge and into his own climax. “Shiiitt, fu-uuck…” You can feel his warm, sticky cum fill you up, your juices now mixed together as he slowly pumps into you a couple more times before gently pulling out, looking down over your shoulder and watching as his seed drips out of your used cunt.

The straps of your loose blue tank top have fallen down, revealing one of your breasts and peaky nipple to him as he gives it a gently squeeze, a sigh leaving your lips.

Mike lifts you to move you onto your back before laying you back down on the bed, crawling on top of you as your lips meet in a passionate kiss. You’re sore and dirty now, both of your liquids all over your cunt and thighs. You let out a soft whimper as Mike moves away from the kiss, silently putting fresh boxers on before walking into the bathroom, shortly coming back with a damp cloth and a new pair of underwear for you.

You smile at the sight, your husband was always so caring and attentive when it came to aftercare, always making sure you were clean and comfortable. You wince as the cloth meets your sensitive heat, Mike whispering soft praises that you can barely catch as he ever so gently cleans you up before sliding your panties onto you.

It wasn’t much longer until the pair of you were cuddled up in bed, wrapped in your warm grey blanket with the nightlight on as a random movie played on the television. You were pressed up against his side, your head resting on his bare chest as your baby bump pressed against his hip.

“I love you so fuckin’ much baby..” were the last words you heard before you drifted off into a peaceful slumber, the warm presence of your husband making you feel safe and secure.

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[starxxkitty]

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ ᰔᩚ

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・

Vulnerable

Sub!Mike Schmidt x Fem!Reader⭑*•⊱•̩̩͙⊰•*⭑

☆ Word Count: 750

☆ Warnings: Pure smut, p in v, cursing, begging, No use of y/n

☆ A/N: Hey guys!! I'm so sorry that I haven't posted in a while, I was caught up in a shit ton of work and I was procrastinating so hard😭😭For those who requested, I promise I'm not ignoring you!! I'm working on a few fics, but for now, I decided to write a little something while I continue finishing up the other things:3

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Mike hated vulnerability. He was always so closed off, the idea of being so exposed made him sick.

Or at least that’s what he would say if he wasn’t a whining mess underneath you. Slick cunt sucking him in, your body flushed against his. 

He was unable to think straight, no matter how hard he tried to keep his composure and attempted to recall his dislike for being so open, he couldn’t. Not when you were so close, infiltrating his senses, face going soft as you moved up and down. 

“Please—f-fuck..” God he could hardly speak, breathy moans doing nothing to wash away the stirring desire between the both of you. His weak attempts to form any coherent sentence failed miserably, nothing falling from his mouth but those whiny groans as he tipped his head back in ecstasy.

You admired how pretty he looked, eyes screwed shut as he gripped the sheets under him in desperation. “Mike..Touch me.” His name rolled off your tongue so sweetly, those simple words lulling him further into his dizzy haze.

Jaw slack, he couldn’t stop the soft whimpers spewing from him, hesitantly grasping at your waist. It was almost impossible to ignore the way he held you as you fought back a moan. He stretched you out in a way nobody else could, reaching spots that you fantasized about late at night with your hands between your thighs. Taking in the sight, your ego was through the roof as you fucked him dumb. 

He was long gone, desperate pleas mixed with his faltering thrusts, it was clear that he was drunk off your body and loving every moment of it. The sound of you squeezing around his cock only added to those filthy sounds spewing from him, mouth parted at that blissed-out feeling. 

Gasping as your fingers tugged at his hair, he could only focus on the way he felt inside of you. “C’mon sweet boy, look at me.” You whispered, “Gotta stay quiet, yeah?” Trying to respond, his mind went fuzzy with your pretty lips just above his. “I—“ Voice breaking into a whine as your hips rolled against him so perfectly, “I’m trying.” Biting down on his lip, the attempts to be silent were useless, doing nothing to muffle those pathetic sounds.

Leaning back, your fingers dipped between your legs; pressing against your sensitive clit. The sight made his head go numb, hands dropping to your hips, too weak to do anything but admire you. It was clear that he couldn’t stay quiet, not when you slowed down like that, putting yourself on display as he watched himself disappear into your cunt.

“Fuckk..“ He moaned, burying his face into your neck, in an attempt to hide his humiliation. “Please..” Pressing open-mouthed kisses against your skin, his whines muffled as he went dizzy from the sweet taste of you. “Please baby, please,” He couldn’t do anything but grip your plush skin in desperation, “God I’m so close…keep going. I need you, please I—fuck I need you so badly.” Fingers digging into your body, he was too lost in pleasure to care about the sounds spilling from him. That familiar knot building up from his mindless mumbling.

“You wanna cum for me?” Your voice was tantalizing, a weak nod being the only thing he could muster, groaning at the feeling of you pulling at his hair again, “Then let me see you.” Nervously, his eyes met yours, completely blissed out as he held himself back from spilling over the edge. Your hands trailed down to cup his face, speeding up as his hips stuttered. “I’m—“ Head falling back against pillows behind him, his words faltered, the prettiest sounds spewing from his lips. Quickly covering his mouth, that pussy drunk expression had your head spinning.

“God you’re so fucking loud,” You breathed out, gripping his slack jaw. He couldn’t even respond, desperately looking up at you with those glossed-over eyes. “You feel so good.” He whined, lips chasing yours before catching them in a needy kiss, mind dumb from pleasure. 

You slid your fingers down his chest with a sigh, “Who knew you were so noisy.” The teasing edge laced through your words had him looking away, lost in the intoxicating proximity of your body against his.

If being vulnerable meant getting to fuck you like this, then maybe it wasn’t so bad.

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[hushedlover]

Can i request a Mike Schmidt who actually got good sleep but his baby sitter/new found crush looks like she was hit by a train and he’s like “just sleep here” and his own thoughts come in with “take my bed.” (Which she tries to deny)

The sound of the front door closing and keys landing in the dish on the foyer table woke you up. You peeked your head over the back of the couch to look at Mike. He’s peeling the security vest off but for the first time ever he looks like he’s slept a full night.

“Hey. Abby still sleeping?” He calls over his shoulder.

“Yeah. Too early for her to be up,” you call back. Something in your voice sets off alarms for Mike. He glances back at you and sees you staring off into space, unfocused eyes blankly settled on the back of the couch. There are deep bags under your eyes and your hair is a hot mess, looking like you’d been tugging at it all night.

“You okay?” He calls tentatively. That gains your attention. Your eyes snap up and focus on his face. Immediately you send him an unconvincing smile as you stand from the couch. You begin gathering your things, keys and bag, while heading for your shoes.

“Yeah, yeah. I’m just- just tired. You seem well rested though,” the smile you shoot him this time is genuine, a softer version of your usual one. “I’m glad. You need the sleep.”

You drop your keys as you’re getting your shoes on, cursing and bending to grab them. Some part of the action through you off balance, and the next thing you know your butt is firmly planted on the hard wood floor. A dull pulsing pain emanates from the point of contact with the surface and you drown, looking down at the floor accusingly.

“Okay, come here,” Mike grunts as he slides his hands under your armpits. With a quiet groan from both of you, he hoists you to your feet. You stumble and regain your balance before looking up at Mike.

“Thanks,” you mutter as heat floods your cheeks.

“No problem,” he says, his brows furrowed slightly. You go to reach for your keys that are seated in his hand, but Mike pulls them back. “Listen, you’re exhausted. I don’t really want you driving home right now. Why don’t you sleep here?”

More heat rises in your face and you shift on your feet nervously. His face is close, almost too close to yours, his brown eyes demanding your focus and attention. His light scruff is distracting, so are his lips, and you almost get lost in them before remembering to respond.

“Oh no, Mike. I’m fine, really. I wouldn’t want to intrude, plus I’m sure Abby will want to watch TV and I don’t want to take over your couch,” You stutter and trip over your words as you try to rush them out.

“What do you-? Oh! No, no I meant like,” you swear you can see red tint his cheeks as his eyes dart away from yours for a second. “I meant sleep in my bed.”

Both of you go silent and stare at each other with wide eyes for a second. You distantly wonder if he can hear your heart pounding in your chest. Or maybe see your pulse jumping in your neck. Suddenly, Mike snaps out of the stupor.

“Not like that! I mean- No, I um, I mean I’m not gonna be using it since I’ll be up and I just washed my sheets and stuff so-“

You choose to save him from his own suffering.

“I would actually really appreciate that.” Just on cue, you yawn softly. “I think I’d be a hazard on the road and I don’t want that to be on your conscious.”

You send him a sheepish smile, hoping he detects the humor in your tone. He must, because his face lights up in a grin. You squeak in surprise when Mike suddenly squats in front of you, gently grabbing your foot and slipping off the one shoe you managed to get on. He stands and helps you shrug off your jacket.

You distantly register the sound of your keys crashing into the tray as Mike leads you down the hall and towards his room. His hand on your elbow is a warm comfort as he guides you to sit on the mattress. He tugs the blanket loose and gently pushes you down. You blink up at him sleepily as he pulls the blanket up to your chin.

“Stay as long as you need. Really. You do so much for us. Just… rest. Yeah?” He smiles down at you and right now you could swear he’s an angel. You feel your lips quirk up out of reflex and your hand reaches up, but you stop yourself before you can brush his cheek.

“Thanks,” you whisper softly. It’s hard to keep your eyes open now. The pillows, the sheets, the blanket, everything smells like Mike and it’s making you delirious. It’s a weird comfort, like Mike is actually holding you in his arms. The smell gets stronger and you want to open your heavy eyes to see why, but the feel of slightly chapped lips against your forehead tells you why.

That’s the last thing you register before sleep drags you into its clutches.

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[sameschmidtdiffname]

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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Ride | Mike Schmidt x FEM!Reader

Summary: Mike has a desire he needs to fulfill with you

Cw: Porn with no plot, reverse cowgirl, riding, creampie, unprotected PIV, whiny Mike

"Baby please" he said as you kissed his neck, he grabbed your love handles, rutting you against his hard cock that stood against his belly, above his belly button

"Please what huh? What do you want honey?"

"Ride me please"

You went to grab his cock to put it inside you but he stopped you

"The other way babe, wanna see your ass"

You bit your lip turning around so your back was facing him, guiding his hard dick into your pussy, your eyes fluttered as you lowered down onto him, your clit rubbing against his balls and his hairs down there, making you moan harder

"Please baby please" he whined at you

You started bouncing your ass on him, grabbing onto his legs for support as you chased your pleasure, Mike was in heaven, your ass jiggling on top of him, skin slapping skin, your moans and pants filling the room along with his whines

"Gonna cum, fuck gonna cum baby!"

"Yes yes cum for me! Fuck!"

You moan in unison as you reached your peaks, your pussy milking Mike's cock for all it's worth, your insides white

"Fuck..." He said laying down, breathless "Thank you baby"

You turned to him, laying down on his chest

"Whenever you want something different you can just tell me baby"

"I know... Thank you"

You smiled at him, kissing his cheek and snuggling into his chest

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[beatificwrites]

—you suck off sub!mike in his office ★

pairing: sub!mike schmidt x reader

content: porn w/o a plot, smut, no use of y/n, reader has grippable hair, oral male!receiving

“What’re you doing??” his brows furrowed at the feeling of your hand sliding into his inner thigh.

“Don’t mind me.” the corner of your lip curved up and your hand remained in place.

Mike’s doe eyes waltzed aimlessly around the TV monitor as he flicked through the noisy cameras. He was already tired of this stupid job.

Your fingers could not help themselves as they crept closer and closer to your boyfriend’s crotch. Once they had reached jackpot, your hand began to gently rub against his bulge.

A restrained moan slipped out from his mouth, “babe, not here. Not here…” he groaned as you gave him a soft squeeze.

“Pffffft!” you scoffed. “Nobody’s watching.” you proceeded to slowly fondle with his ever-growing bulge.

“Please, I can’t loose this job.” he begged as he clamped his hands on the arms of the chair, knuckles turning ivory white.

“Gosh, you’ve always been super sensitive.” you rolled your eyes and copped a light feel of his sack before unzipping his jeans.

You bit your lips unconsciously at the sight of his precum already seeping through his briefs. Your hand practically led itself up and down his hidden cock.

“Don’t tell me you’re gonna cream yourself already.” you snickered.

Mike frantically shook his head, but his flushed cheeks gave himself away.

“You need to relax, baby.”

You dropped to your knees and spread his legs further apart for better room. Your hand returned to gently rubbing against his shaft and your ears peaked up at the sound of him steadily sucking in the air through his teeth.

He began to feel your delicate kisses sprinkle all over his dick. He had no option, but to clench his fist to hold back from spilling all of himself too soon for your liking.

His huge eyes watched every move you made, anticipating the next. Ready to get high off of whatever treat you were about to give him.

You admired from below as the man above was spiraling out of control by the second. You had not even put him in your mouth and he was already about to come undone.

“I can’t relax like this-oh god!” he immediately threw his head back as he felt himself spring free and your hand gripping his length. Your touch was enough to send him to the stars.

You took a moment to ogle at his massiveness. You figured it shape-shifts and adjusts to it whatever state its in because your brain still couldn’t comprehend how such a thing could be supported by him all day long.

“Fuck..” he breathed out once your wet lips wrapped around his cock. He laid further back on the office chair and pulled his hoodie and shirt up just a bit.

Your tongue swirled around his tip, before you took it back out and lazily slipped your tongue up and down his length. You took your sweet time coating him in your slobber, testing his patience; your fave thing to do.

You rubbed his thickness with one hand and rested the other on his stomach, particularly his happy trail.

His mumbled curses came to an abrupt stop as soon as you started bobbing your head. With his mouth agape he threw his head back and you sucked as tenderly as you possibly could.

He reached out to guide your head, placing his coarse fingers through your hair. The urge to shove and move you, so you could suck at the pace he wanted you to, was strong. However, he knew he better.

You relinquished his cock for a moment. “grab as much as you want, sweetheart.” you breathed out.

His eyes widened a little, not expecting that from you. You gave a faint smile, deciding he could have his way with you for once.

He clasped a chunk of your hair not a millisecond later; not roughly, yet not gently either.

You hollowed your cheeks and blew twice as hard. “Jesus Christ!” he whined, through gritted teeth, as he pushed you further down. He was seconds away from spilling all of his load into your mouth.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck..I can’t hold it anymore!” he wailed.

His eyes rolled far back as he felt the intense wave of pleasure wash over his body. His cum spat out non-stop and you graciously took every drop he had to offer. The amount was too much to bare and it would drizzle down the corner of your lips.

You licked the salty stickiness from your bottom lip. Mike marveled, in his disheveled state, at the scene below him. You looked so beautiful right now despite the fact that you had just sucked him off.

You sprung off your knees and shared the taste with him.

“How you like that?” you titled your head as you rasped out.

“mehhh.” he answered with lidded eyes.

You giggled, “you’re so cute.”

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A Helping Hand

Touch starved Mike x gn!reader | wc: 2.4k

“It will take a while for the scars in my heart to heal, that’s what I believed. At some point, I am in your embrace. You touch my heart baby” — Touch by Miss A

SMUT ONE SHOT | MDNI | +18 ONLY

warning: Friends to lovers | Mike is having an existential crisis | Handjob | Oral sex (only Mike) | Facial | Shower sex | porn without (much) plot | Calling mike a “good boy” | angst

In the warm lit bathroom, illuminated only by a single soft glow of the cheap lightbulb, Mike sat on a plastic chair, his broken leg propped up on a stack of towels. The lukewarm water cascaded over his body, mingling with the salty tears that traced down his pale cheeks.

His eyes, red-rimmed and glistening, pleaded with yours as he whispered, "Please touch me."

For the past few weeks, you'd been there for Mike whenever he needed you. He was once a self-sufficient man who refused help from others, but now that his leg was momentarily immobilized, he found himself at the mercy of those around him. His job not compensating for his leave, coupled with the overwhelming weight of daily struggles, had left him feeling trapped and helpless.

The realization that his life had spiraled out of control weighed heavily on his shoulders. It was one thing to acknowledge the despair, but quite another to confront it head-on with nothing but time on his hands. In this cramped bathroom, surrounded by tiled walls, he felt even smaller, more isolated than ever.

With tenderness and care, you stepped into the shower stall, succumbing to the task of helping Mike bathe despite the challenges posed by his injured leg. As the warm water poured down upon both of you, you began to wash his hair with the specialized shampoo and conditioner, working the suds through his locks with gentle precision.

When you moved onto his back, your fingertips brushed over his tense muscles, tracing the web of pain etched into his skin. Each stroke, each caress seemed to pull at the threads of his empty heart, finally, he couldn't contain it any longer when you stood in front of him, trying to wash his neck and chest. His fragile facade cracked as tears formed into his honey soulless eyes.

Looking at his reddened eyes and the sniffling sounds emanating from his nose, concern washed over you. "Mike, are you alright?" you inquired, worry lacing your words.

"Please touch me," he choked out, his voice barely above a whisper. "Just… touch me. Please."

Your heart ached for him, seeing him like this - broken, vulnerable, and begging for human connection. His erection strained against the fabric of his shorts, an unmistakable sign of his need for intimacy.

“I know I'm asking too much, I know I've been a burden with all the favors you've done for me these past few days, but I just—" Mike hesitated, his voice breaking as he struggled to find the right words.

His admission hung in the air between you, thick with guilt and the weight of his burgeoning dependency on your kindness.

With a deep, shuddering breath, he continued, "I just can't take this loneliness any longer."

His confession struck you like a punch to the gut, his vulnerability laying bare the emotional toll his situation had taken on him. You could see the fear lurking in his eyes, the desperate plea for understanding and support. And though a part of you yearned to provide the comfort he sought, you also knew that giving in would only complicate matters further.

Instead, you opted for a different approach, seeking to ease his pain in words rather than touch.

"Mike, I understand how hard this must be for you," you said softly. "But you're not alone, and we'll get through it together. I promise."

Your hand lingered on his shoulder, a tentative gesture of solidarity, offering the smallest measure of comfort without breaching the boundaries of your friendship.

Despite the distance you maintained, you could feel the tension in his frame, the unraveling of his composure under the strain of his emotions.

"You don't find me attractive?" he asked, his voice strained as if the very thought pained him. Tears welled in his eyes, threatening to spill over as he searched your face for answers. "I... I didn't mean to push you, I just..."

Swallowing hard, you replied softly, "It's not that, Mike. It's just... your request would change things between us. Our friendship would never be the same."

Defeat washed over his features, and he shifted his gaze downward, fixating on his length before quickly looking away in embarrassment. "I just want to feel wanted, desired, useful to someone... anything..." he whispered, the depth of his anguish echoing in every word.

"It could be just once," Mike suggested, grasping at any sliver of hope he could find. His hopeful eyes locked onto yours, their pleading depths reflecting the faint light from the bathroom fixture.

His grip on your hand tightened, a silent prayer that you'd consider his desperate proposal. The air grew heavier with his unspoken desires, the weight of his needs bearing down upon both of you in the confined space.

“Our secret.”

You stood there, torn between compassion and conviction, struggling to reconcile the gravity of the situation. It was impossible to ignore the sincerity in his gaze, the raw need for human connection that seemed to emanate from him. Yet, you couldn't shake the sense that giving in would irreparably alter the course of your relationship.

Finally, you managed to find your voice, your tone heavy with uncertainty as you answered, "Mike, I don't think it's a good idea. This isn't something we can undo or ignore later.” Uncertainty lacing your words.

But his grasp on your hand tightened, his pleading gaze never wavering. "I don't want to ignore it. I want you, I truly do. Please, just do this for me." His fingers trailed along your palm, his touch lingering on your skin as he guided it towards his trembling form. When his hand paused at his pelvis, you felt the heat radiating from him, a testament to the turmoil within.

Staring into your eyes, he implored you once more, his voice quivering with the weight of his longing. You could see the torment reflected in his pupils, the raw honesty of his need. And yet, despite the yearning, you knew that giving in would be crossing a line neither of you could return from.

Yet you found yourself drawn to the sight before you: his waterlogged body, the foggy atmosphere, and the haunting desperation in his eyes.

With a shaky breath, you gave in, nodding reluctantly in agreement with his plea. "But, this never happened," you insisted, attempting to impose some semblance of control over the situation.

Slowly, your hand descended to meet his base, the warmth of his skin contrasting with the dampness of the surroundings. Each nerve in your body screamed at you to stop, urging you to reconsider the implications of your actions. But the anguish in his eyes pulled you forward, forcing you to grapple with the reality of his suffering.

Biting your lip, you closed your eyes, swallowing hard as you began to move your hand, knowing full well that this moment would forever change the course of your lives. The steamy air seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the outcome of your decision as the two of you were in the shower, bound by a secret neither of you could escape.

Mike nodded numbly, a silent agreement between you both as he attempted to stifle the rising cries of pleasure. "Thank you," he whispered, his gratitude overshadowed by the raw emotion surging through him.

Watching your hand move delicately over him, he couldn't help but feel the intense mix of shame and ecstasy coursing through his veins.

You steeled yourself against the stirrings of guilt, focusing solely on the task at hand. The water continued to pour over you both, serving as a constant reminder of the fragility of your situation.

As Mike's breath hitched and his eyes rolled back in bliss, you found yourself lost in the dichotomy of his emotions: the gratitude, the shame, and the overwhelming need for connection.

You opened your eyes, catching sight of Mike biting down on his fist, a futile attempt to silence his cries of pleasure. A small, involuntary chuckle escaped you, the sound carrying a hint of tension.

“You can make sounds, it's okay," you reassured him, a tender smile tugging at the corners of your lips. Closing your eyes once more, you hoped that the vivid imagery of their current predicament wouldn't scar your memories.

But the sight of Mike's flushed skin, his eyes tight shut in ecstasy, and the pink length curved around your hand was enough to dispel any remaining reservations. To your surprise, your grip tightened around him, your movements becoming more assured, more passionate. The water continued to fall, oblivious to the shift in dynamics between you both.

"Fuck!" Mike groaned, gripping your wrist and urging you to increase your pace. His gratitude shone brightly in his eyes as he spoke. "Thank you."

Nodding in agreement, you positioned yourself between his legs, the steamy environment providing little privacy in this intimate encounter.

Mike's head shook slightly, his eyes cast downward in a display of vulnerability. "You don't have to do this, It's okay." His voice trembled, tinged with shyness.

A smirk played across your lips. "Be a good boy and take what I give you," you instructed playfully, wrapping your hand around him once more. Your tongue danced around his tip, drawing a startled whimper from him.

"I'll be a good boy! I'll be a good boy!" he cried out, his words punctuated by gasps of pleasure.

His moans filled the bathroom, a testament to the newfound intimacy that had consumed you.

As you continued, the boundaries between friends and lovers blurred, leaving no room for regret or hesitation. Every touch, every movement was driven by an unspoken understanding, born of necessity and longing.

This time, you engulfed him fully, relishing in the way his body shuddered under your touch. It seemed as if he teetered on the edge of release, his cries growing louder and more fervent.

His hand reached back, gently guiding your head to him, a combination of shyness and desperation etched in his expression. Over time, his grip tightened, urging you to accept more of him, hungry for the sensation.

Your heart raced, the consequences of your actions weighing heavily on your mind. But the hunger in his eyes, the pleading earnestness in his touch, made it difficult to resist.

"You take me so good..." Mike murmured, locking gazes with you as he succumbed further to his desire. His appreciation was palpable, the praise you offered striking a chord in his soul.

In response, you slowed your movements, meeting his eyes as you whispered, "And you feel so good in my mouth." The compliment sparked a blush and a small, grateful smile on his face. Praise – an elixir for his wounded heart.

The water continued to rain down on you both, rendering the bathroom a sacred chamber of vulnerable admissions and simmering passions. In this cramped space, the two of you were stripped bare, submerged in a maelstrom of shifting emotions and escalating pleasures. The boundary between friend and lover had vanished, replaced by a new territory where your instincts governed your actions.

Mike's breathing quickened, the anticipation of release building within him. And though you knew this moment was fraught with consequence, there was an undeniable pull toward the ecstasy that lay just beyond the horizon.

"Can I...?" Mike stammered, his voice trembling and hoarse. After collecting himself, he asked hesitantly, "Can I come on your face or, your body?"

"You're close?" you inquired, unable to hide the curiosity from your tone.

"Yeah, I couldn't last that long with you... you know," he admitted, flustered. Taking a deep breath, he hastily added, "Sorry, I wanted to last longer." Embarrassment colored his features, but his eyes beseeched you to understand.

Mike's apology lingered in the air, but you dismissed it with a gentle wave of your hand, recognizing the power of your connection. Despite the enormity of what was happening between you, the bond that once existed seemed to transform, adapting to the new landscape of emotions and desires.

His release drew near, every twitch and moan drawing you closer to the precipice. The water continued to pour, its relentless cadence echoing the intensity of the situation. And while the implications of your actions weighed heavily on your mind, the thrall of the present moment beckoned you, the two of you locked in an intricate dance of surrender and acceptance.

Finally, Mike released a strained cry, using the last of his strength to guide his release onto your face. It painted your skin, marking you with the evidence of his passion, only to be washed away by the endless stream of water. In that brief moment of shared ecstasy, the room seemed to hold its breath, waiting for the outcome.

Then, without warning, Mike hauled you in for a kiss – a desperate, yearning embrace that had years of suppressed feelings woven into it. His lips pressed against yours, a testament to the depth of your connection. The water continued its steady descent, but you barely noticed as you were consumed by the weight of the moment.

As the echo of Mike's cry faded, you found yourselves frozen in the aftermath, clinging to each other like shipwrecked sailors finding solid ground. The reality of your actions bore down on you, a stark reminder of the journey you had just embarked upon. Yet amid the chaos, there was a strange sense of calm, the two of you buoyed by the shared experience that would forever bind you together.

Mike reached for the loofah hanging on the wall, extending it to you between gasps for air.

"You didn't do my back right," he panted, half-joking.

Rolling your eyes, you rose to your feet, a soft chuckle escaping you. "Asshole," you muttered, taking the loofah and moving behind him. As you carefully scrubbed his back, you couldn't help but study the contours, each mole a tiny piece of art etched onto his skin.

"We seriously need to find you a partner or a sneaky link," you sighed, the gravity of your recent exchange weighing heavily on your mind.

"Or maybe a friend with benefits?" Mike countered, glancing at you from the corner of his eye.

You considered his suggestion briefly, a faint smile playing on your lips. "Maybe," you agreed, the idea hovering between laughter and contemplation.

The water continued to flow, washing away the remnants of your uncertainty and hesitation. The room felt charged with the knowledge of what had transpired, yet there was a strange comfort in the weight of it all. Your hands moved gently over his back, the loofah a buffer between the new reality and the old normalcy.

my dumbass forgot the taglist bro: @freak-accident419 @joshhutchersonsgf @valreanakuroo @cassiecasluciluce @jhutchismyl0verb0y

#wrote this in one sitting and didn’t even revise it sooo yk #mike schmidt #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt fanfic #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt angst #mike fnaf #mike schmidt fnaf #mike schimdt x reader #mike schimdt smut #mike schmidt smut #mike schimdt x you #mike schmidt x y/n #mike schmidt x gn!reader #mike schmidt x male reader #mike schmidt x fem!reader smut

[wxckedwxrld]

FNAF: Mike Schmidt

Imagines

PSA: these writings ARE NOT MINE. This is a list of fanfiction I have read during dec and jan. All credit goes to the original and rightful writers.

❤︎︎ - smut ☆ - angst ✿ - fluff

➪ 𝘔𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘠𝘰𝘶 ❤︎︎✿

➪𝘍𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘛𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 ❤︎︎

➪𝘖𝘯 𝘔𝘺 𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘥 ❤︎︎

➪𝘌𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘓𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘥 ❤︎︎

➪𝘒𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘔𝘦 𝘛𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘗𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 ❤︎︎

➪𝘋𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘯 𝘠𝘰𝘶 ❤︎︎

➪𝘕𝘰 𝘉𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 ❤︎︎

➪𝘐𝘵𝘴 𝘉𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘚𝘰 𝘓𝘰𝘯𝘨 ❤︎︎✿

➪𝘉𝘢𝘣𝘺 𝘔𝘢𝘮𝘢 ❤︎︎

➪𝘚𝘰𝘧𝘵 𝘏𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴

➪ 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘔𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘳 ❤︎︎

#fnaf #five nights at freddy's #fivenightsatfreddy’s #five nights at Freddy’s fanfic #fnaf fanfic #fnaf mike #fnaf fanfic mike #mike schimdt smut #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt #mike schimdt x reader #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x y/n #mike schmidt x fem!reader smut #mike schmidt x you smut #josh hutcherson #Josh hutcherson mike schmidt #josh hutcherson fnaf fanfic

[seduzist]

may I please request a Mike Schmidt headcanons of how he would ask you out and what he would be like as a boyfriend?

mike is very dedicated to his relationship, he’ll put in use everything he knows about being romantic, if he knows it’s important to you, if it’s not, he’ll probably not care about this stuff, but he’s gonna show his love for you in other ways

he’ll worry if you’re eating, drinking water and having a good night of sleep, he’ll worry about your job and all the little things that you’re sure no one else besides you should worry about, that’s probably his love language

he’s also the “wear anything you want, i can fight” boyfriend, he loves to see you all dressed up in pretty, tight and short clothes to go out w/ him, and if anybody mess w/ you in any way, he’s ready to kick their ass until you have to stop him and take him off of the poor man on the floor

he’s also very helpful, very manly, he likes to carry heavier stuff for you and open the door of the car, he’ll pay for literally everything when you go out together and never cry in front of you, he’s the type who will probably ask your father for your hand before propose

but it’s very, very important to him that you keep a good relationship w/ abby, he wouldn’t stand a relationship that doesn’t like his sister so you guys probably will take abby to the movies or to the amusement park, at least three or four times a month

#mike schimdt x fem! reader #mike schimdt x reader #mike schmidt #mike schidmt smut #josh hutcherson #josh hutcherson x reader #josh hutcherson x you #x fem!reader #fem!reader #five nights at freddy's #fnaf x y/n #fnaf x you #fnaf x reader #fnaf movie #fnaf mike #maddy’s thoughts

[dontyouworrydaddy]

𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓇𝓎 𝓂𝑒 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒

Mike Schmidt x fem! Reader

summary: It‘s your and Mike‘s second year anniversary 💘💘

warning: none :)

A/N: this is soooo short and I‘m so sorry :( Also I‘m sorry for disappearing for so suddenly. I literally had a mental breakdown because of tumblr and not saving the fanfic I wrote💀 Yes I‘m dramatic… But to be fair it was very well written etc. etc.

Anyways hope you enjoy. Love youuuu <333

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The city lights twinkled like distant stars and the beautiful view reminded you of Mike’s eyes. Always full with hope and twinkling with a bright light. It’s a thing you noticed about him in the early days of you guys dating.

Celebrating your two-year anniversary, Mike had planned everything to perfection - a fancy dinner at your favorite restaurant followed by a romantic stroll through the park. The laughter and love-filled conversations made the evening magical.

"You know, I still can't believe it's been two years," Mike said, his eyes gleaming with affection.

"I know, right? It feels like just yesterday when we met. I can‘t believe how fast time passes by…" you replied, your heart swelling with happiness.

The park was beautifully quiet with just the gentle rustling of leaves creating a soothing melody. However, as the night grew deeper, a chill crept into the air, and your high heels began to make your feet ache.

"Mike, I think I'm getting a bit cold... and my feet are killing me," you said, trying to mask your discomfort.

Immediately, Mike stopped and took off his jacket, draping it over your shoulders. "You should have told me sooner, Y/N," he said, concern lacing his voice.

The warmth of his jacket was a welcome relief. You smiled, feeling cared for. "Thank you, Mike. You always know how to make me feel better."

As you continued to walk, your steps became slower due to the pain in your feet. Noticing this, Mike gently scooped you up in his arms without a word, carrying you as if you weighed nothing.

"Mike, you don't have to—"

"Shh, it's our special day. I want to take care of you," he interrupted with a tender smile.

The world seemed to fade away as you rested your head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart. The walk to his home was filled with comfortable silence, the kind only shared by two hearts in sync.

Arriving home, Mike carefully set you down on the sofa. "Let me get you into something more comfortable," he said, heading to his bedroom to fetch you some clothes.

Dressed in his old band shirtshirt and soft sweatpants (that is way too big for you), you felt a sense of belonging. Mike then led you to his bedroom, where he gently tucked you into bed, ensuring you were comfortable.

"Thank you for everything, Mike. Tonight was perfect," you murmured, your eyelids heavy with sleep.

"Anything for you, my beautiful beautiful love. My future wife. Happy anniversary," he replied, his voice soft and full of love.

Mike slid into bed beside you, wrapping an arm around you. You snuggled closer to him, feeling safe and cherished. As you both drifted off to sleep, knowing the love you feel will never die. In fact, it will grow stronger each day passing.

#mike schmidt #mike schmidt x reader #mike schimdt x reader #five nights at freddy's #five nights at freddy‘s x reader #fanfic #mike x reader #mike schmidt x fem!reader #mike schmidt x y/n #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt x female reader #fnaf #fnaf movie #fnaf x reader #fnaf x you #fnaf y/n

[multi-fandom-imagine]

Day 21: Santa Baby: reader has decided to dress as Mrs. Claus for a little more “adult” Christmas fun. Oh boy!

Fandom: Five Nights At Freddy's

Character: Mike Schmidt

Naughty or nice

Warnings: P in V

A/n: annd this should have beeb posted night

Mike felt like he never got a break, he just wanted one moment alone with you his wife.So when your sister offered to babysit Abby he nearly jumped at the chance though he was not expecting this. His jaw dropping seeing you in the skimpy little outfit.

Mike blinked, his tired eyes widening as he took in your outfit more. He let out a low whistle, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "Well, well, well, look at you, Miss Claus," he said, his voice husky with desire. "I must admit, you look absolutely stunning. Festive fun sounds like a fantastic idea."

He leaned in, capturing your lips in a passionate kiss, his hands sliding down to rest on your hips. "I've been so focused on work lately, but right now, all I want is to give you my undivided attention," he whispered against her lips, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine. "Tell me love, what kind of festive fun did you have in mind?"

Grinning, you stood on your toes as you let your lips slowly glide down his jawline. "How about you surprise me?"

Mike's breath hitched as your lips trailed along his jawline. He let out a low growl of desire, his hands gripping your waist tighter. "Hmm, well then," he murmured, his voice dripping with anticipation. "I have an idea."

He gently took your hand and led you towards the living room, where a cozy fire was crackling in the fireplace. He reached for a small box on the mantel, opening it to reveal a set of mistletoe. "How about we start with a little holiday tradition?" he suggested with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Mike held the mistletoe above their heads, his lips hovering just inches from yours. "Under the mistletoe, we share a special kiss," he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of playfulness and desire. "And the longer we stay under it, the more intense that kiss becomes."

With a devilish grin, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, passionate kiss, his tongue gently teasing you. As you both stood there, wrapped in each other's arms, the heat of the fire warming your bodies, Mike made sure to give you all the attention you deserved.

A small whine escaped your lips as you arched into his touch as you felt his hand slip under the silk of the skirt as your fingers ran through his hair his desire for you growing with each passing moment as he broke the kiss.

A low growl rumbles in his chest as he leans in closer, his lips hovering just inches away from yours. "Oh, darling, I think it's time to find out just how naughty you've been," he murmurs huskily, his voice laced with a hint of dominance.

With a swift motion, Mike's hands find their way to your waist, his fingers gripping firmly as he pulls you closer. The fabric of his clothes brushes against your skin as he leans in to capture your lips in a hungry, passionate kiss.

His tongue dances with yours, exploring every crevice of your mouth as his hands begin to roam, tracing the curves of your body. A low groan escapes his lips as he feels the heat between your bodies, the anticipation building.

Mike's hands slide up your sides, his touch firm and possessive, as he breaks the kiss to trail hot, open-mouthed kisses down your neck. His teeth graze against your skin, leaving a trail of desire in their wake.

Pressing his lips against your ear, he whispers in a low, sultry voice, "You've been a very, very naughty girl, my love. And now, it's time to make you pay for it."

You shivered with anticipation as your body arched under his touch. "Mike, please." You needed this, you need him, needed to feel him, all of him.

A predatory glint flickers in Mike's eyes as he senses your need, your desire pouring off you in waves. He relishes in the power he holds over you, the way you surrender to his touch, and he's more than ready to give you exactly what you're begging for.

With a swift motion, Mike's hands slide down to your thighs, his fingers digging into your flesh as he lifts you up, carrying you effortlessly to the nearby bedroom. He lays you down on the soft sheets, his gaze burning with intensity as he slowly begins to undress, his eyes never leaving yours.

Every movement is deliberate and calculated, his muscles flexing with each motion. As he stands before you, fully exposed, his desire evident, he crawls onto the bed, positioning himself above you.

Leaning down, his lips meet yours in a searing kiss, his hands roaming your body with a possessive hunger. He explores every inch of your skin, leaving a trail of fire in his wake.

His touch becomes more demanding, more urgent, as he trails his lips down your neck, biting and sucking at your sensitive flesh. His hands grip your hips with bruising force, his control evident as he positions himself at your entrance.

With a single thrust, he fills you completely, a low groan escaping his lips as he relishes in the sensation. His movements are primal, powerful, as he sets a rhythm that drives you both to the edge of pleasure.

Each thrust is met with a gasp, a moan, as the room fills with the intoxicating sound of your shared desire. Marc loses himself in the moment, in the feel of your body beneath him, as he brings you to the brink of ecstasy again and again.

In the heat of passion, his whispers become a mix of adoration and dominance, fueling the fire between you. "You're mine. All mine," he growls, his voice dripping with possessiveness.

As your bodies entwine in a frenzy of pleasure, the world outside ceases to exist. It's just the two of you, consumed by the raw intensity of your connection, as you surrender to the ecstasy that only he can provide.

#drabbles #drabble #tis the season #mike schmidt #mike schimdt smut #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt x you #mike schmidt x y/n #mike schmidt x fem!reader smut #mike schmidt x fem!reader #five nights at freddy's #Five Nights At Freddies #fnaf #fnaf x reader #fnaf x you #fnaf x y/n

[mrkheartffmans]

content warning: fingersucking, spit, nothing too harsh imo

mdni pls 18+ only

mike schimdt x black fem! reader

mike letting his cute bimbo gf suck his fingers while he works just because it isn't as risky as letting you have his cock under his desk. the space is sort of large enough for you to rest comfortably between his legs... BUT you're a good girl and poor mikey has had enough stress he can't let his dumb girl get caught with a mouthful of dick in her throat. especially not AT WORK !! so as he watches the cams of those creepy ass robots he is also admiring your greatfulness. you're just slobbering his fingers down happy as ever.

agh help me

#fnaf #mike schmidt smut #mike schmidt x reader #mike schimdt x black!reader #black!fem!reader #♡elle'sdirtythots♡

[starxxkitty]

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Perfect

Mike Schmidt x Chubby!Reader

☆ Synopsis: Mike realizes that you're a virgin, leading to him talking you through it for your first time.

☆ Word Count: 2.9k

☆ Warnings: Smut!! Soft sex, swearing, fingering, mirror sex, p in v , loss of virginity, no use y/n

☆ A/N: This turned out to be soo much longer than I expected, and it took a lot more time than I thought(◞ ‸ ◟ㆀ). But I hope you enjoy it!! This was requested by the amazing @druigssidelady ( *ˊᵕˋ)

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Sitting on Mike’s bed, you groaned in embarrassment, cringing at the memories from last night. Those burning kisses he placed against your lips left you craving for more, and his tender touch made everything feel just perfect. But as soon as he slipped his hands under your shirt, you shied away. You didn’t understand why you were like this; too nervous to go beyond a makeout session with anyone.

On the other hand, Mike practically worshiped you. Whenever he laid against the soft pudge of your stomach he would ramble on about how it’s the best part, head spinning any time you laced your hand through his hair. Enjoying the way he’d practically beg to lay between your thighs on those tired days, instantly relaxing as he felt your body press against his.

So why did you always stop??

Burying your face in his pillow, you mentally beat yourself up, knowing that these thoughts would be carried to your grave. You were certain that Mike thought he had done something wrong last night by the way he moved away after seeing your nervous look. That alone had you dying in shame. 

You slipped from your mind’s prison when you heard the door creak open, light spilling into the room. “Oh, hey you’re—“

“Mike, I’m sorry” you interrupted, not looking up at him. He opened his mouth, but you couldn’t stop the words spewing from your lips, “About last night. I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that. I just..” you shook your head “I don’t know.” 

His brows knitted together, walking to where you were sitting, “Baby, what are you talking about?” He laughed, not recalling anything from yesterday. You fidgeted with the sheets, refusing to meet his eyes. “I didn’t mean to stop that whole thing so…suddenly.” 

Confusion filled his face before he finally nodded, “Oh.” 

“Yeah.” 

“You know I’d love you the same even if we don’t have sex.” Heart pounding, you froze. 

Fuck.

“I—Mike I promise it’s not that I don’t want to have sex with you, it’s just…” Trying your hardest to find the words as he gazed down at you patiently. “I’ve never had anyone see me so exposed.” 

“Do you not want me to see you exposed?” His words had you tripping over your own, mind desperately running to find an answer. “No—I mean—I don’t know.” Glancing down at the floor, you crossed your arms, leaving Mike to take in your closed-off state. “C’mon, talk to me. What’s on your mind?”  

You sighed, refusing to look up at him. “It’s embarrassing.” you admitted, struggling to speak, “I don’t want you seeing me differently.”

He blinked back his confusion, “See you differently? What are you talking about?” 

As hard as you tried, you couldn’t cover that small shake in your voice, “I’m not used to this.” You looked up at him sheepishly, “I just don’t want to mess things up. I mean I’ve hardly even..“ Quickly cutting yourself off, your eyes darted away from him, biting the inside of your cheek. 

Blood rushed to your face, feeling the bed dip as he sat down next to you. “Is this because–” he paused, grasping for the right words, a look of concentration on his face, “Are you a virgin?” You swore your heart stopped, somehow, those words felt even worse out loud. Nodding, that nervous feeling creeping up inside of you as you scolded yourself. 

This old and still scared to do anything beyond kissing. 

He shook his head, chuckling, “I don’t care about that, you’re a perfect woman, and I’ll do whatever it takes to prove it.” Your face flushed at how he spoke to you. It was so gentle. Seeing that slight squint in your eyes, he studied you, reading your feelings like a book. Mike knew you were still skeptical, clearly too shy to initiate anything. Spreading his legs he motioned for you to sit between them, “C’mere.” 

Hesitatingly, you bit your lip, pausing before you sat down with your back pressed against his chest. He traced the pudge of your waist, sliding down to your plush thighs. “So pretty.” He mumbled into your skin, hands holding you as if you were made of silk. 

Your breath felt hot at his touch, head tipping back, burying yourself into his neck. This felt so familiar; his fingertips ran across your body as if he knew it like the back of his hand. You whined in slight embarrassment at his actions leaving you so exposed, grabbing his wrist, “Mike,” you huffed out, “What are you doing..” The sound of your voice muffling against his skin had him biting back a groan. 

“I jus’ wanna make my girl feel good.” That slight slur to his words had your head feeling fuzzy, lifting your face from his neck and looking at him shyly. God those eyes. You swore that this man would be the death of you just from how he gazed into your face with such love. 

You looked like a deer in headlights, staring up at him with that same nervous look from last night, eyes flicking down to his lips. 

“Is this ok?”

You tried sorting your thoughts, nodding shyly. The light ache growing between your legs as his face moved closer, head tipping back to meet his lips as you clung to him. That comforting feeling of his hands sliding down to your jaw had your mind going blank; tongue slipping into your mouth as he sighed at that familiar taste of you.

Your hands grabbed his, moaning at the way he deepened the kiss. Body hot against yours, his sickly sweet taste made the world feel like it was spinning.

You were lost in his addicting touch, head fogging up from how he moved against you. No words could explain how perfect these moments were, lips fitting together like a missing puzzle piece; his fresh scent invading your senses.

You chased his lips as he pulled away, catching him in another needy kiss. A whine muffled against him as you melted at the way he held your face; that reluctant huff making his knees weak as your lips parted.

“Look at that.” Mouth against your neck, his mumbles had your gaze falling to the front of the room with wide eyes.

Oh.

A mirror. Putting your whole body on display for both of you. “Mike I—I don’t..“ Words couldn’t even form as you looked at the sight of yourself, clearly nervous.

“Do you want me to stop?” Hot breath hitting your neck, you bit your lip before meekly shaking your head, already beginning to feel fuzzy. “I gotta hear you say it, baby.” There was a pause as you stared into your reflection.

“Keep going…please.” 

A light grin painted his face from your pleads, “God you’re so fucking perfect.” He groaned, fingers slipping under your shirt, making you tense up. “Relax..I’ll be gentle.” Voice soft, his hands roamed that soft pudge he went crazy for, kneading your skin as he kissed up and down your neck. He was in a drunk daze, addicted to your body like it was the strongest drug he’d ever tasted. 

Playing with the hem of your shirt, he lifted it before looking at your shy expression in the mirror. You nodded, eyes darting away from the scene in front of you. Slipping the shirt over your head, he gazed at how you sat so perfectly against him, legs spread and face flushed he placed desperate kisses up your jaw as his hands grasped your plush waist.

You attempted to bury your face into his neck, burning with embarrassment, only for him to tilt your head forward, “C’mon, look at yourself, sweet girl.” His words pulled a whine from your mouth, eyes scanning your figure in the mirror. You hated this vulnerability, the way his eyes studied you had your face flushing. But you wanted him. You needed to feel him all over you. It was so hard to keep your composure when his fingertips were exploring spots that nobody else had, leaving you craving more every time he touched. 

Eyes hazing over at the sight of his hands on you, your breath hitched, watching him slowly trail down to the waistband of your shorts, hooking under them. He looked at you for confirmation, “Can I?”

That voice of his, those tender caresses, the way he worked his mouth over your body so perfectly; It made your mind spin as you tried to keep your gaze on the mirror. “Mhm..” You mumbled weakly.

Hips lifting, you allowed him to slide down your shorts, biting your lip. The sight before him made it hard to keep his breath steady, looking at your plush body matching those angelic features. He gazed at you with eyes that made you feel like you hung all the stars in the sky, a wave of shyness washing over you.

He took his sweet time with you, hands rubbing the plush of your skin before creeping closer to your panties. An impatient moan slipped from you as his fingertips dragged against the inside of your thigh, touching you everywhere except for what you needed from him most. 

Watching in amusement as you struggled to keep quiet, his other hand trailed up to your chest as he left open-mouth kisses against your neck. The agonizingly slow touches were addictive, hips stuttering slightly from the lack of contact. Your brain could hardly function as he stimulated your body, yet gave you nothing at all. The feeling of longing 

Those soft whines you attempted to hold back spewed from your lips as his hand dipped under the flimsy cotton, gently teasing you; soaking in your pretty sounds. “Mikey–” You whimpered, mouth falling open as a finger prodded at your core, gently slipping inside of you. In a haze of pleasure, you tried to silence those soft sounds as he slowly pumped in and out, getting you used to the new sensation. About to speak, your voice broke off into a moan as he carefully dipped another into your cunt, staying still as you adjusted to the dizzy sting. 

“God..” He groaned, drinking in the sight of you, “Pretty sounds with an even prettier face to match that perfect body.” You so desperately wanted to tip your head back, looking away from the mirror, but part of you was so mesmerized by him and the way his hands moved, that you couldn’t tear your eyes away. “So beautiful.” He sighed.

Attempting to speak again, the only thing that fell from your mouth was a needy whimper as he curled up deliciously against you. You didn’t understand how it was possible to feel so good from something so simple; moaning as he hit spots you never even knew existed, the sweet sound of your wet pussy filling the room. “I wanna hear you say it.” Pressing up to your ear, he let out a breathy sigh from the feeling of you on his fingers. You shook your head, jaw slack from pleasure “I can’t–” 

“You can do it baby, c’mon.” His words only pulled you closer to the edge, trying your hardest to conjure up an audible sentence. “I’m..pretty.” You whispered, whining at how that sounded in your mouth. His lips teased your skin, chuckling at your attempt, “I know you can do better than that.”

You could hardly process his words, that cloudy haze the only thing occupying your mind; other than the feeling of his strong arms and soft aura enveloping you. He paused his gentle movements, causing your hips to move against him. 

“Please,” You begged, eyes darting away from yourself, seeing the way you moaned so with such desperation; the needy sound of your voice leaving him craving more. “You want me to keep going?” A weak nod was the only thing you could muster, “Then I gotta hear you.” That tone filled your head with a haze of desire, struggling to find the words, tipping your head back to avoid the sight in front of you. 

He held your jaw, forcing you to look at yourself once more as he pumped his fingers deep inside of you, earning a sound that he’d sell his soul to hear again. “Fuck, I’m–” You sobbed, “So, so fucking pretty.” Sweet mind foggy with nerves and lust. Whatever thoughts you had before were long gone as you saw yourself; his grasping at your body, desperate to feel you against him. Groaning, he admired your blissed-out face, knowing those pretty whines were from his hands. 

You fell into that dizzy trance as his grip tightened ever so slightly as he felt you trying to look away, a breathy moan falling from you yet again. You couldn’t even manage anything other than desperate sounds as his fingers finally slipped from your pretty cunt, gently pressing your back to the bed. 

The click of his belt along with the rustle of his pants made an unfamiliar heat pool in your stomach.

He looked down at your fucked out state, eyes dazed and glossed over from pleasure. “I need you to use your words f’me baby.” His voice soft as he cupped your face, “Are you ok with this?” Your mind was clouded with pleasure, words hardly coming to you, “God yes…I need you.” That longing tone had his head spinning, hands sliding down to your love handles as the tip of his cock slipped between you, stretching you open.

Your body tensed from the burn of him, desperately clinging to the sheets. The uncomfortable sting had you biting your lip harshly.

“Breath pretty girl, breath.” He mouthed against your neck as a choked gasp escaped you. Carefully pushing in deeper, he let you adjust to him, tears brimming the corner of your eyes before ever so slowly sliding himself further into you, rubbing soothing shapes on your skin.

He buried his face in your neck, trying to hide that quiet whimper from the feeling of you pulsing around him. You tried to relax, one of his hands lacing through yours. Your mind went all foggy as you felt him bottom out inside of you, trying to get used to the pain.

“Yeah–fuuck–that’s it, there you go.” He whined, making your mind go dumb at the feeling of him stretching you out so nicely. He gently rocked his hips against yours, lifting his head up and carefully studying your face, losing himself in that pretty little expression you made; eyes screwed shut and mouth parted so beautifully. Those gentle gasps spilling from your pretty lips were like music to his ears, loving the way your face softened as he pumped himself inside your needy pussy.

One of his hands grasped the thick of your thigh, spreading your legs further as his sloppy thrusts hit every part of you, a whiny gasp slipping from him as he tipped his head back in ecstasy. 

You gripped his shoulders, fucked dumb on him, and unable to process anything other than those pretty sounds he tried to hide. He filled you up, hitting spots only he could reach as you squirmed underneath him, pressure building up inside of you. The way you squeezed around him had stars clouding his head, whimpering as your hips stuttered.

“Oh baby…Look at you,��� He breathed out, admiring your body, marked up from his lips, “Lemme see those eyes.” 

One hand kept a grip on your waist, thumb pressing into the pudge of your stomach, the other hand tipped your head up, desperate to see your eyes. Looking up through your lashes, he groaned, dipping that finger down to your clit with slow circles, matching the way he lazily pumped into you, blinded by desire. 

“So beautiful,” He mumbled, feeling himself reach the edge, “You do so much for me, always so–” he whined softly, “So fucking perfect. I’d please you like this every day if I could.” His breathy rambling had your mind going numb, words spewing from his mouth that you’ve never heard anyone else say. 

“You gonna cum for me?” He cooed, admiring the way your brown knit together“Let go for me, sweet girl.” God, everything about you had him weak in the knees, and the way his name rolled off your tongue was so enticing, that he needed to hear it again. Your broken sobs had him falling back into the crook of your neck, whispering sickly sweet praises against you, back arching as you let yourself go dumb on his cock. Pretty sounds spewed from you, feeling your orgasm crashing down.

Desperately, his lips pressed to yours, sliding his tongue into your mouth to muffle his whiny moans as he gripped the soft dough of your hips, feeling himself reach the edge. 

The caress of his hands pulls you back down to reality, the smell of sex and your perfume making him go dumb. “You sound so pretty baby” He panted, voice strained from the desperate attempts to hide his pathetic noises. He could have gotten drunk just from your ruined look. Swollen lips, and blissed-out face, the back of your hand covered your eyes as you tipped your head back, chest heaving up and down. He hummed into your skin.

“Next time I’ll have you on top of me.” 

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