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lefteagleblizzard · 2 days ago

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𝔄𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔪𝔢𝔯𝔠𝔶 Mike Schmidt x male reader

Summary: a request that i received on tumblr: ”i think you’d absolutely cook with a sub!mike schmidt fic”

Tags: No use of Y/N. Age-gap (5 years) between you and Mike. Male reader. He/him pronouns used towards the reader. Lots of teasing. Smut. Submissive Mike. Bottom reader. Anal sex. Riding.

Words count: 2000

You had barely even registered the sound of the front door unlocking before you felt Mike slam it with the back of his foot.

The weight of exhaustion clinging to him like a second skin. You'd fallen asleep waiting for him again, curled up on the couch in the dim glow of the living room lamp. It was early, too early. He dropped his keys on the table with a sigh, rubbing a hand over his face before turning his tired gaze toward you.

He hated coming home to see you half-asleep, body curled in on itself and waiting up for him like you always did.

"You should be in bed," he'd mutter every time, voice thick that reeked of guilt.

"Missed you, big teddy bear." You always had something to answer back and every damn time, he'd just shake his head, sigh, but he never really argued because deep down he liked it.

He came home to something soft and warm that wanted him.

You stirred as he settled into the armchair across from you, blinking up at him with sleep-heavy eyes and something inside him twisted at the quiet, gentle way you looked at him.

His fingers twitched against his thighs, breath coming slow, uneven as he watched you push yourself up, rubbing at your eyes before swinging your legs over the side of the couch.

"You look like shit," you murmured, voice groggy, teasing but underlined with concern.

Mike huffed out a dry chuckle, running a hand through his messy hair. "Feel like shit."

You hummed, tilting your head, gaze flicking over him and taking in the dark circles beneath his eyes.

You were already moving before he could say another word, pushing yourself up from the couch, crossing the small space between you and climbing into his lap.

Mike sucked in a sharp breath, his whole body going rigid beneath you as his hands shot up to catch your waist as you settled, fingers tightening immediately.

"You're home," you murmured against his lips before kissing him, your hands cradling his neck, fingers threadling into his hair to tilt that handsome face he had to angle the kiss the way you wanted it.

Mike whimpered, a sound barely there and even audible, but you definitely felt the way he melted or how his breath hitched when you rolled your hips against his.

His hands, big, strong, were resting on the armrest at first, like he didn't know where to put them and when you placed them firmly on your waist, he obeyed. His fingers trembled slightly as they slid under your shirt, pressing into the soft skin of your back, holding and grasping.

You bit at his lower lip, sucking it into your mouth, tugging and making him whimper again. The solid grip you had on his hair tightened, making you grind down harder, your own breath coming out in short, shaky bursts.

Mike shook beneath you, his hips jerking up instinctively, seeking friction.

Your fingers slid down, undoing his belt and pulling open his jeans, pushing them down over his thighs until his cock was free, hard and aching, leaking at the tip.

Mike let out a shuddering breath as your thumb swiped over the sensitive head, spreading the wetness there and making him twitch in your hand.

Mike's breath came out in a stuttering gasp as his head fell back against the chair, lips parting, eyes fluttering shut as you stroked him, slow and teasing to watch him fall apart.

"Please—" It was barely a breath that he interrupted almost immediately, but you heard it. Your cock throbbed at the sight of him trembling beneath you, waiting with the bare minimum amount of patience.

You lifted yourself, dragging the head of his cock along your hole, his knuckles white now against your waist as his hips jerked desperately.

You sank down, slow, taking him inch by inch, feeling the way he stretched you open and he let out a broken, wrecked little moan, his hands squeezing tighter, breath shattering against your skin as he was finally where he belonged.

He filled you perfectly, thick and hot, stretching you wide as you sank down onto him, inch by inch, feeling every ridge and vein, the blunt, aching head dragging against your walls, nudging that sweet, devastating spot deep inside you. Your breath hitched, fingers clenching around his shoulders as your body fought to take him, that delicious burn of the stretch only making you shiver, your thighs trembling as you adjusted to the size.

"Fuck—" Mike's voice was barely more than a broken gasp, his head pressing back against the chair, hands twitching like he wanted to move, but he didn't. Not until you let him.

You held still for a moment, your breath shuddering as his cock pulsed, hands twitching every time you clenched around him before slowly lifting yourself.

The drag was excruciating, your body clenching down instinctively, reluctant to let him go. The thick head of his cock dragged against your insides, grazing that sensitive spot that made your breath stutter, that made your hands fist in his hair, nails scraping against his scalp.

Mike let out a strangled groan, his fingers digging into your waist, his whole body tense, his breath coming out in shuddering gasps.

And just when only the very tip of him remained, you slammed back down.

"Ah—" a moan ripped through you, raw and wrecked, your whole body trembling as his cock filled you again, forcing your walls to accommodate him all over again.

"Fuck—fuck—“ Mike was shaking, bruises would for sure form from how tight he was holding you as he felt the way your body clung to his as you fucked yourself onto him with unfiltered need.

And you did it again. Dragging yourself up, feeling the empty ache and clenching around nothing. Slamming back down, taking him deep, body reeling from the stretch and the pressure.

Mike let out a shattered groan, his hands trembling, body wracked with shivers as you rode him.

Your walls clenched around him, fluttering and squeezing. His cock throbbed inside you, hot and hard, his breath stuttering every time you moved.

Mike was begging, voice wrecked and barely able to form words. He was completely losing it. His breath hitched as he tried to thrust up but your hands were already there, holding him down, fingers splayed across his chest, keeping him still, making sure he stayed where you wanted him.

You leaned in, cradling his face in your hands, your lips brushing against his forehead, his temple, the curve of his jaw, everywhere but his mouth.

"This is about you."

Mike let out a low, frustrated whimper, his whole body tensing, fingers tightening brutally around your waist as his cock throbbed, twitching with need, so fucking close to snapping.

"Fuck—just let me—" You cut him off with another kiss, breath hot against his skin.

"Not yet."

When you tightened around him to make a point his breath broke, a strangled, desperate grunt spilling from his throat, ragged gasps against your neck as he fought against every instinct to move, to take, to lose himself completely in the unbearable heat of your body wrapped around him.

He forced himself to obey even when every instinct was screaming at him to pin you down and fuck you senseless.

His lips were parted, eyes blown wide and pupils swallowing the warm brown of his irises. The whimpers slipping past his lips were wrecked and needy.

You rocked your hips, just once, a slow, teasing grind, feeling the thick weight of him pressing against your sweet spot, dragging along your insides and making your breath stutter.

You murmured sweet nonsense against his jaw, lips ghosting over the flushed and burning skin, feeling the way he shuddered at your words, cock twitching again.

You gave him another roll of your hips, another slow, excruciating grind and he whimpered, his hands bruising against your waist, his head falling back, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard, struggling and barely holding on.

A groan tore from his throat, deep and guttural, frustration lacing every bit of it as his voice dropped low, rough, edged with something commanding.

"Don't—" his breath hitched, nails pressing into your skin as he forced the words out between clenched teeth. "Don't make your boyfriend wait." His head tipped forward, forehead nearly brushing yours. His jaw tightened, lips parting just enough to let out a slow, shaky exhale.

That thin thread of control, a desperate attempt to take back some power, to reclaim some sense of authority. He wasn't just going to lie there and take it. At least not without at least trying to push back.

He was close and he knew it.

"Alright, baby," you murmured, voice satisfied and teasing. "Since you asked so nicely.”

Slow and torturous, dragging yourself up, feeling every ridge, every thick inch of him as he slipped free, before going down fast, burying him to the hilt, feeling the aching stretch all over again.

Your thighs burned, breath came in short, gasping pants as you kept riding him, your own pleasure mounting fast, climbing higher, higher, until it was nearly unbearable.

"You're—fuck, you're gonna —" his voice was raw, completely gone as you ground deeper, feeling him hit that spot inside you over and over again.

"You wanna come? Make me yours?"" you whispered against his jaw, fingers tightening in his hair to pull him closer.

His whole body tensed, his breath breaking on a wrecked, strangled moan as he came, hard. Thick, hot ropes of cum spilling deep inside you, filling you up so fast, you could feel it leaking out of you, could feel the sheer heat of it.

Your own release hit, a broken, gasping moan tearing from your throat as you clenched down around him, your whole body locking up, pleasure ripping through you so violently it left you shaking.

For a long moment, neither of you moved. The only sound in the room was your heavy, shuddering breaths, the faint, barely there hum of the night settling in around you.

Mike's hands slid up from your waist, gentle now, loose, warm, shaking as they smoothed up your back and cradled you close against his chest.

It was perfect, just like him.

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