#mike schimdt x reader fluff

[yourlastbraincell-kiwi]

A/N: Here’s a Mike Schimdt one shot. It’s my first one, hopefully it’s good. Much love!

Pairing: Mike Schimdt x reader

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It was a slow day today, nothing much to do considering I had already gotten off of work. I had nothing to do except sit on the couch and watch my favorite show. Especially since it was raining hard outside, any and everything I wanted to do outside when I got home, was completely swept away.

I got up heading into the kitchen, up until my house phone rang.

“Hello?”

“Hey, (Y/N).” I smile upon hearing the voice of my childhood best friend, “Mike? Hey, how are you?”

“Good, good. I know it’s so sudden, but can you do something for me?”

“Of course, what’s up?” I ask sitting up in my arm chair, ready to hear what he was going to ask of me.

“Can you watch Abby for me tonight?” He asked and before I could respond he talked over me. “I apologize for not asking ahead of time, but my babysitter cancelled on me, and I needed someone I could trust to watch her and-”

“Mike!” I exclaim, with a subtle laugh. “I’ll do it, you know I’ll always help out. I’ll do anything for you. I’ll be there in a few.”

“Thank you. Thank you so much.”

“No need. See you in a bit.” I hung up the phone and immediately got dressed.

It’s been a bit since I’ve seen Abby, and I missed her. She was such a sweet girl and just a ray of sunshine, when you get to know her. I’d take any chance I get to see her.

And it hurt when Mike told me that his aunt was trying to take custody of his little sister. She doesn’t see the good in him and how hard he’s trying to give her anything and everything.

I’d do anything in my power to stop them from getting separated.

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“What are you doing?” Abby asked as she walked into her brother’s room, hearing squeaking noises from the bed, caused by her brother jumping on top of it. All an effort to grab the Nebraska poster from the ceiling, ripping a corner of it in the process.

“Abby, do you need something?” Mike asked slightly annoyed with a hint of frustration, at the fact that Abby was wearing his work vest.

“No,” Abby stated.

“Alright, quit playing and take that off,” Mike demanded as he walked to the foot of the bed, pointing at the security vest. “I have to go to work.”

“I know, I’m coming with you.”

“No, you’re not.” He said as a matter-of-factly. “Gimme the vest.”

“No.” She said, causing Mike to literally sink down to her level.

“Give me the vest. Now.” He demanded once more.

“I’m coming with you.” Abby said bending over, then both now in the same stance, yet both of them wanting two completely different things.

Abby and Mike continued to fight, as (Y/N) walked in, hearing the commotion. “Hello?”

I closed the door behind me as she stepped inside, slowly sliding the hood off my head.

“Hellooo?” I asked once more taking off my jacket and set it down on the couch, in a way that didn’t cause the couch itself to get wet from the rain.

I watched as Mike carried Abby to her room, and she grabbed onto the wall trying to stop him, “He’s taking my vest!” But her actions were soon proven futile against her stronger, older brother.

“Gimme it!”

“No!” Mike said as he closed the door to Abby’s room, stopping in the hallway to get a look at (Y/N). “She’s all yours.” He huffed walking into his room.

I laughed, walking down the hallway to Mike’s room and leaned up against the doorway. “So, what was that about?”

I asked as Mike went back to trying to get the poster down from his ceiling. “Abby being Abby, I guess.”

“I see.” I nodded, getting closer to the bed. “Need any help?” I ask as I followed him into his room.

He shakes his head ‘no’ as he managed to get the rest of the poster down without it ripping. I took a glimpse at the poster, “Trying to manifest going to Nebraska?”

He didn’t respond, as he was in somewhat of a rush to get his things together and head over to Freddy’s.

“Can I ask you something?” (Y/N) asked.

“I don’t really have the time, but you can ask me when I get back-”

“It’ll only take a second.” He lets out a sigh before, nodding continuing to grab his work items.

“Why now of all times, call me, to help babysit? Don’t get me wrong, I love Abby like she’s my own, but why you haven’t called me? Let alone texted me in almost three months. What’s going on?”

“Look, I’m sorry, I am. But I gotta go.” He rushed over to the front door, and followed behind him.

“Mike.” I said, one last time before he shrugged his shoulders and left closing the door behind him. I sigh and lock it before turning around to see Abby’s door, slightly ajar.

“You heard that, didn’t you?”

“If I say yes, will you not get mad at me?”

I laugh, “I could never get mad at you.”

“I heard all of it, you guys need to work on your inside voices.” She admitted, opening the door more.

“Alright, Missy, in your room now.” I said with a point of my finger.

“You said, you wouldn’t get mad.” She teased.

“I’m not ma- just get in there,” I said, with a laugh. “I’m going to get dinner ready, okay?” I heard her laugh, as I began to scour the cabinets for something to make.

After having made dinner and making sure Abby and I were both fed, I put away the leftovers in a small container and turned the lights off. I tucked Abby in, closing her door before figuring out my own sleeping situation.

I could sleep on the couch, but I could also sleep in Mike’s bed, and wake up before he gets home, and lay on the couch. I eventually went with the latter and soon fell asleep in his bed.

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I hear keys clinking together as someone opened the door, I know it would be Mike, and I should’ve gotten up but I was much too sleepy and comfortable to get up and proceeded to close my eyes.

I heard the door knob turn and gust of wind blew into the room, now I knew for sure, it was Mike. I sat up and opened one of my eyes.

“Comfortable?” He asked, with a chuckle and set his stuff down.

“And if I am? You going to make me get up?”

“No, no, but I do need to talk to you about what you said yesterday..” He said, and sat down on the bed, as if he was going to read me a bedtime story.

“I.. The only reason why, I haven’t contacted you was because-”

“What are you guys doing?” Abby asked in her sleepy voice as I she stood in the doorway.

“Nothing, Abby. We were just talking.”

“Sure..” She said and smiled at us before running away as soon as she saw Mike walk up to her and closed the door.

“So, what happened?”

“It’ll tell you later.”

“Mike, it’s always later. Later. Later. You can’t keep pushing it off to the side.” He didn’t say anything knowing that I was in the right. I scoffed and brushed past him picking up my things.

“Where are you going? Is it because of what I did?”

“No, Abby that’s not why I’m leaving, I’ll be back though. Don’t you worry.” I smiled at her and gave her a hug. I glanced in Mike’s direction before leaving his house.

I love both Abby and Mike, but I needed time to myself for a while..

[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...

[joshfutturman]

[buckleyx]

You asked for mike request and I only think abt him at the moment so imma tell you all of them.

-so mike coming home from work (established relation ship btw) and see you sleeping in his clothes and on his bed and just like awakens something in him like makes him love more.

THE COMFORT OF YOUR ARMS M.S

the gif i used is not mine! all credit goes to the owner!

Author’s note: thank you for requesting love!! this was such a cute ideaa i love my bf mike < 3

Mike Schmidt x gender!neutral reader

Warnings: nothing just fluff

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Mike was exhausted. It had been a long night and all he could think about was going home and cuddle up next to you. It was early in the morning when Mike locked the entrance to the pizzeria and tiredly drove back home. His mind felt blank, drained and all he could think about was you.

A soft hum escaped his lips as he finally unlocked the front door. The brunette sighed tiredly before kicking of his shoes and tossing his jacket somewhere on the couch. The house was quiet, the early sunlight beemed through the curtains making Mike muffle a soft yawn.

His feet dragged him to the bedroom, ready to fall on the soft duvet next to you. Mike blinked a few times to adjust his eyes to the dark room but thanks to the early sunrise (and broken curtain you were working on replacing) he stopped Infront of the bed to admire you curled up wearing his favorite hoodie. You had your arms wrapped around a pillow together with his side of the blanket. Your boyfriend couldn't help but smile at the adorable sight in front of him. God. You looked beautiful. He thought. And as he predicted It once again felt like all of his worries disappeared the moment he saw you.

Your boyfriend carefully crawled next to you and successfully pulled away the pillow you were holding. A content smile crossed Mike's lips as he wrapped his own arms around you instead, kissing the top of your head in the process. His breathing relaxed as he enjoyed this peaceful moment he longed all night for.

Mike's eyes glanced up at the ceiling before reminding himself to remove the leftover tape of the Nebraska poster he ripped off. He knew how hard you had been trying to make his house more cozy and welcoming for him and Abby and he couldn't be more grateful. You were well aware of your boyfriend's dream adventures but Mike always made a promise to never wander off at night when you were with him. As much as you reassured him you didn't mind he kept his ground.

You knew how important 'sleep' was for Mike and this was a part of him you couldn't help with. This was his own journey. But still it was hard. You already saw Mike less often during the day because of your new office job and now you had to miss him during nights as well. When Mike was home, you didn't see a lot of him either, he kept himself tucked away in the bedroom reliving the same memory over and over again. It broke your heart seeing him so in pain, so absent and obsessed with memories even after all these years of knowing him. But it was a part of Mike you couldn't help him with, it didn't matter how much you tried, it was his journey. His way of finding peace. So moments like this, when you were both wrapped in each others arms you both savoured to the fullest.

Mike stroked your hair, making you softly stir before comfortably laying your head further on his chest. "hmm missed you." You mumbled tiredly, not really awake yet. Mike chuckled at your adorable state. His clothes looked so good on you and he couldn't help but feel some sort of pride of catching you wearing them when he wasn't around.

"Missed you too baby." He whispered before pressing another kiss to your hair. "Try getting some more sleep."

You hummed, slipping your hand under his shirt and wrapping your arm around his waist. "I love you." You murmured, already dozing off again.

"I love you more princess." He smiled, before the unbearable exhaustion took over and lulled him into sleep aswell.

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[velvrei]

i just need the messiest makeout session with sub! mike schmidt.

oh my god yes.

you were sat on his couch, on top of him. abby at her friends house so you two finally had alone time to yourself. his hands roamed your body, soft and gentle on your sharp goosebump covered skin. a moan slipped past his lips, unable to contain himself as your lips moved against his.

everything about this moment was perfect, mike needed his stress relieved due to his new night job. and boy did he love to take his stress out on you.

mike’s body was warm, hot even, your simple touch either had him sweating or in shivers. your hips slowly began to roll against his, he felt the sensation and guided you with his hands held at your hips, smiling into the kiss as he heard your faint sounds.

“you’re so pretty,” he mumbled after pulling away, he gave you no time to respond as he smashed his lips back onto yours. your hands roamed through his hair, slightly tugging earning a moan on his part.

mike loved kissing you, if anything, it made him so hard to the point where he craved you, and needed you, just some part. he needed you in a way that was considered concerning to some people. but your kisses had a huge affect on him to the point where he physically could not control himself.

[jhutchismyl0verb0y]

SAID SHE WANTED

5 GUYS

SHE AINT TALKING BOUT BURGERS

I pull up w four friends and that pussy

GETTIN MURDERED

[sameschmidtdiffname]

Wool Over My Eyes

Mike Schmidt x GN!Reader

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

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

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

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"C'mere here, sweet thing."

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[megwritesriddles]

Call Me (Anytime!) ༊*·˚

18+ MDNI !!!

Pairing: Mike Schmidt x Fem! Reader / You

Summary: Kinktober 2024 Day 17 - Sexting/Phone sex. Reader and Mike only ever text about work but they both want to change that. Once they do, things escalate very fast and Mike can only hope to keep his head.

Tags: Sexting, Phone sex, Masturbation (f and m), Dirty talk, Flirting, Coworkers, Friends to lovers, Developing relationship, Not canon complaint (no evil animatronics).

Word count: 2.6k

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Authors note: Your texts are purple, Mike's are blue!! Yes, I switched this around with my Spencer fic because I needed more time on it, sorry!! Hope you like it anyway mwah ( ◕◡◕)っ ♡

PART 2 HERE !!

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You had his number purely for work reasons. To let each other know when you were running late or calling off sick. A mutual agreement, to make sure neither of you came to work one day and had two people’s jobs sprung on you unannounced. A show of worker solidarity. Texts were few and far between, especially because you saw each other almost daily, but mostly because there wasn’t much to talk about. 

“Hey, problems with Abby’s sitter, running ten mins late. Cover for me,”

“Off sick today with the flu! Hope you didn’t get it from me yesterday! Cya!”

“I got the flu from you. Now it’s my turn to take a few days off. Thanks,”

“Did you see they are changing our insurance provider?” 

“Cheapskates,”

“Tell me about it!”

The conversation was never about anything but work, occasionally you heard a little about his sister Abby, but only if it was in some way related to him needing to miss work. You liked Mike a lot, you had fun working with him. Although your job was to watch the monitors in the office and his to patrol the building, you saw a lot of one another. He stopped by the security office much more than was strictly necessary, but no one was there to chase you up about it. As long as he could still respond to a threat (not that any ever came), you were fine. He was not very talkative, but would still hang around in the doorway of the office, expecting you to speak to him. So you did, and he listened well, whatever it was you landed on. Sometimes you liked to gossip with him since you had no mutual friends and he couldn’t spread the word. He pretended not to care about the drama you provided him with, but would always subtly try to enquire more about it. He didn’t have much going on in his own life. Or rather, he had a whole lot going on, which meant he had time for nothing else. Working nights and taking care of Abby took up all his time, and he’d always been a bit of an introvert, so socialising had fallen to the wayside for several years now. Living vicariously through the stories of your friends' love lives was fun for him, as much as he loathed to admit it. He was grateful for you, that you were kind and willing to talk to him while on shift, even if he was a bad conversationalist. He considered you a friend, perhaps his best one, even though he knew he was far from the same thing to you. He was your coworker, considered a friend if he was very lucky. Unbeknownst to him, you did truly consider him a friend, even if you weren’t quite in the desperate position he was. 

Every time you picked up your phone, you debated texting him about something not work-related. You talked about plenty more than just work at work, so why did this seem like such an impossible boundary to cross? You’d always thought he was cute, from the moment you’d started working together and from all the information you’d gleaned from him over time at work, you knew he was a lonely guy. You were sure he would want your friendship and maybe even more than that, but the transition seemed impossible somehow. You wanted him to feel less lonely, whether through friendship or more. So one day, after he texts you something innocuous about getting to work late next week due to Abby’s school play (you found his dedication to his sister very sweet and were always happy to cover for him so he wouldn’t miss important things like this), you bite the bullet. You start small.

“Cute! What’s the play?”

“Robin Hood. Abby’s shy so she only made the sets, but still wants me to come see,”

You’re happy he doesn’t immediately shut you down, but you’re aware he might simply be being polite, or happy to talk about his sister like he always is. You think for a moment then text back, even though you’re sure he assumes the conversation is over now. 

“I suppose I’ll have to miss this one :( Hold me a ticket for the next one!”

You immediately wonder if you’ve gone too far, trying to insert yourself into his life, into his future like this. No, you tell yourself, you’re overthinking, he’ll just interpret you as being polite but not serious. It would be fine. It’s a while until he texts back, so long that you assume he isn’t going to and continue about your day. 

“Sure thing. What are you up to atm?” 

Mike’s heart pounds as he sends the message. He’s not used to carrying a conversation forward like this, but he’s also not used to you talking to him about more than work, he has to take this chance. The fear of rejection consumes him for the next few minutes as he waits. He knows it’s barely anything, that there were a hundred riskier options for what he could have texted you, but he’s still anxious.

“Folding laundry! You?”

Mike immediately wonders what sorts of clothes you might have. You dress very plain for the security job, jeans and hoodies, the occasional t-shirt when it’s a little warmer, but he’s always felt your body looks too good to be dressed like that. You must show it off at least a little, and god, he’d love to see it. He’s occasionally caught sight of lace at your hips when you’ve bent over at work. He imagines you touching those panties while you text him and hates that the thought excites him. He really ought to get out more. 

“Watching TV.”

He responds and realises he’s been a little too short with his answer. He racks his brain for something more to say.

“Girl on my show looks like you.” 

He adds, although it’s not even true. He has the news on, but he wanted an excuse to say something more, without having to comment on the miserable contents of the news.

“Is she cute? ;)”

You text back, unsure what possessed you to be flirty, you hope to God you can play it off if he reacts poorly, like you’re just messing with him and stroking your own ego. You’d sent it without thinking, the reply popping into your mind and onto your screen in mere seconds. Mike is just as shocked. You can’t really be flirting, can you? He hasn’t flirted in years and was never good at it to begin with. He really doesn’t want to mess this up with you, not only because you work together, but because he genuinely really likes you and he’s hopeful that now things have settled down a bit with Abby, he could maybe try and find some romance. Abby needed a feminine presence in her life, especially as she got older, and, selfishly, Mike wanted to be loved, someone to hold on cold nights. He also really really wanted to get laid. He was only a man, and as much as other concerns had dominated his mind for a long time, you had brought back long-dormant urges. This is the thought that drives him forward as he sends his next text.

“She’s cute. But, she hardly compares to you,” 

It’s another big risk, but he wants you so badly that he’s willing to take it. He’s not thinking with his head anymore. 

“How so?”

You retort, your heart fluttering a little at his compliment. But you want to be sure of how he feels, you don’t want him to beat around the bush. You need to know that he wants you.

“You’re too beautiful for anyone to compare,”

He responds earnestly. This is it, he’s been transparent, this would be incredibly hard to play off as a joke. If it was a joke it would be a cruel one, so his plausible deniability is gone, his cards are on the table. He waits with bated breath. You take a long time to respond, unsure what to say. Your instinct is to thank him, but it might end the conversation there, you need this to keep going. 

“You think I’m beautiful?”

“Of course you are, no need to be modest. You could model,”

“Haha! No, I couldn’t model, certainly not runway, but thank you anyway :)” 

“Maybe a magazine? Star in a film at least?”

“I could star in your fantasies ;)” 

The text takes both of you off-guard, even though you’re the one who wrote it. You had been texting so fast back and forth that you once again hadn’t thought before sending. You nearly send a message back, taking back your words and apologising, but your confidence has inspired Mike’s as well and he shoots back a text while you’re formulating an apology.

“You already do,”

Mike feels hot all over when he sends the text, having to shed his hoodie before he starts properly sweating. As out of his depth as he feels, he’s positive by now that you’re flirting and he can’t lose this chance. He needs you, he needs you to want him too, and he’s finally allowing himself to believe that perhaps you do. 

“How often?”

“Every night,”

He can’t understand why he’s being so brazen, he could have easily scared you off by now, but you’re still texting him. He’s not thinking with his head anymore. His words make you excited, to know he thinks of you in this way, and every night is thrilling and arousing. You figure based on his last confession, that you can throw caution to the wind. You want him, he wants you, that much should be clear by now to the both of you. 

“Me too! I imagine you fucking me over the security desk,”

Oh my god. Mike’s hands shake violently as he reads the text, he can’t help but let out a strangled moan, incredibly glad he’s alone right now. Has he died and gone to heaven? Are you playing a cruel prank on him? No, you’ve always been too kind and this is a long way to go for a prank. You must want him like you say, the thought makes his head spin and his pants tighten even more. For the first time ever, he can’t wait to go to work. 

“Yeah? I think of that too,”

“Shall we? ;)”

“God, yes. I don’t even care if I get fired for it,”

“I won’t tell if you don’t!”

“My lips are sealed,”

God, he wants you so bad. He wishes he could come visit you and stop this agonising waiting game that’s begun, but his car is in the shop and the public transport nearby is virtually non-existent. This has all escalated so quickly, he had only hoped a few minutes ago for a brief non-work related chat, and now you were making plans with him for him to fuck you. He had to be in heaven, there was no other explanation. He was not going to get a single minute of work done next shift, or perhaps ever again. That poor desk doesn’t know what’s coming for it if he can have it his way. He prays you’re willing because he has about a million things he’d like to try with you.

His phone rings and he tenses. He doesn’t know whether to relax or tense further when he realises it’s you calling, but he quickly picks up anyway. As soon as he hears your voice, lower and sultrier than usual, he can’t help but buck his hips into the air slightly. 

“Hey Mike,” you whisper seductively. You’re lying back against your pillows, trembling with nerves and excitement.

“Hey… uh… beautiful…” he tries his best to be suave. You giggle softly, but not mockingly at his awkwardness.

“Thinking of me?

“Fuck, you can’t even imagine,” he groans. 

“Touching yourself?” 

“No, but… good idea… you don’t mind?” he exhales, although he’s already palming himself through his boxers, his jeans having been unzipped sometime a little while ago. He’s lost control of himself. You’re softly running your hand up and down your stomach, warming yourself up, eager to hear more. 

“If I was there, I’d do it for you,” you purr, enjoying the choked breath you hear on the other end of the line. He grips himself through the fabric, starting to stroke gently. 

“How long have you wanted me like this?” he groans into the receiver, embarrassed knowing he isn’t going to last long, the high of being wanted like this, by you of all people, really getting to him.

“Since we met,” you reply, your voice a little breathy. He can guess why and the thought makes him whimper.

“When I get my hands on you I am gonna worship you,” he promises, his voice low and hoarse, his hand now inside his boxers. “I don’t deserve your attention but God, if I have it, I’ll make sure I don’t lose it, I’ll please you all day and night,” he pants harshly between words and he can hear soft moans from your end that only spur him on. “I want to make you happy,” he groans. He means it in many ways, but right now, you hope you only interpret it as lust, he won’t let his stupid heart ruin this for him right now.

“I wanna make you happy too,” you whimper. The words hit him hard, his eyes squeezing shut and his whole body erupting in pleasure. He throws his head back against the couch, groaning loudly, hearing your moans pick up as a result is unendingly thrilling. He spills all over his hand, thick ropes of his need for you. He gasps for breath and listens intently as you fall apart on the other end. Your moans are like sweet music, and somehow you have his cock swelling again already. He wills it away as you come down from your high, gasping for breath, not wanting to push you too far. He needs this to not be a one-time thing, he needs you in person. In his mind, he pulls you into his arms and kisses your forehead, telling you how happy you’ve made him.

“I wish you were here,” he says instead, figuring it’s a little safer. You laugh a little, but it seems more like a laugh of surprise than anything.

“Still? Even though you finished already?” you tease.

“Of course, I… I could never just be done with you like that,” he insists softly, hoping you feel similarly. It seems, now more than ever, that he’s craving love and connection and now he knows that it has to be with you in order to fill what’s missing in his life. You are perfect. He knew it before but he knows it completely now. You are everything. “I care… you know? This wasn’t just a horny thing for me,”

“You seemed pretty horny,”

“You know what I mean!” he protests and you giggle. He laughs too, though he’s still anxious about how you felt about his confession. 

“I care too, Mike,” you admit with a soft sigh, rolling onto your side. “I also want you here… Would you spoon me?”

“Of course, I would, gladly,” he promises, inwardly ecstatic that you want his affection. He wants to keep you warm and safe, tucked up against his chest, safe from harm. He imagines kissing your neck and he hears you sigh happily, he wonders if you share his fantasy. “I can’t wait to see you again. I’m so… grateful for all this… that you like me like this,” he hums, slowly tucking himself away and zipping up. He makes a mental note to buy you flowers for when he next sees you, hopefully, accompanied by the courage to ask you to be his girlfriend.

“I’ll see you at work,” you smile, blowing a kiss into the receiver.

“Yeah, see you at work,”

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[sleepyhutcherson]

those eyes, that mouth

peeta bakes you cinnamon rolls but can’t fight the urge to feed you…

pairing: peeta mellark x gn!reader

word count: 1.2k

contains: food play… not sure if it counts? established relationship, fluff, reader is feeling down at the beginning but yk nothing really mentioned, not necessarily nsfw but he feeds you and has you suck the frosting from his fingers… lol.

a/n: have this short thing i wrote whilee i struggle getting to my requests aaannd part two of know it’s for the better <33 alsoo first time writing for peeta!! i feel like this blog is mostly mike and derek but istg i have a lot of requests for more jhutch characters so i’ll be bringing in more josh futterman and billy content !!!

You weren’t feeling too well, Peeta had noticed the frown on your face the moment you woke up. He pulled you closer to him, your eyes meeting his as the early sun cleared Peeta’s usual brown eyes to a tender hazel tone. “What’s wrong, honey?” He asks, brushing a strand of your hair away from your face, stroking your cheek softly with the back of his hand.

Honestly? You weren’t sure what was wrong, you woke up with a heavy feeling in your chest, a familiar sadness weighing down on you. You nuzzle your face into the crook of Peeta’s exposed neck, you hear him giggle softly at your actions. “I don’t know,” your words are muffled against his warm, precious skin. “I just feel a little down.” You admit with a bit of shame.

Peeta continues to rub your bare back comfortingly, his chin resting above your head. “Do you want to stay in bed a little longer?” He asks, his tone soft.

You nod a little, peppering a few small kisses on his neck—your way of thanking him for understanding. He stays with you, humming some made up tune to fill the silence in your shared bedroom, rubbing your back Right as you were drifting back to sleep you felt him pull away, a small whine escaping your lips making him chuckle softly.

“Please don’t go,” you mumble, half asleep. You don’t have enough strength or energy to pull him back down so he’s up before you know it. He pulls on a pair of pyjama pants and a white t-shirt, all while staring down at the lovely sight of you trying to stay awake, your eyes half lidded. You were so adorable.

He leans down, planting a loving kiss on your forehead all while smiling. “I’ll be back,” he whispers, assuring you even if you already passed out.

—

You wake up hours later to a rainy scenery outside, droplets of water hitting your bedroom window threateningly. You can’t help but feel a strange comfort in the gloomy weather; oddly enough, you were feeling just a little better—well, better than you were feeling in the morning. You took notice of the extra blankets that you were tangled up in, you smiled knowing Peeta had draped them over you sometime while you were asleep.

“Feeling better?” Your head perks up at his voice, you could practically hear the smile in his words. You sit up and you’re greeted with a lovely sight: a smiley Peeta wearing a dark brown knitted jumper, a smudge of—what you assume is—flour on his forehead and a warm scent of cinnamon following him in. Your eyes follow down to a porcelain plate in his hands with a freshly made cinnamon roll, your stomach growls at the sight.

You nod. “Much better,” you reply, ogling the pastry.

“Eyes up here,” he teases, but there’s something so demanding about his tone—even if it’s lathered with his usual gentle tone—it’s difficult not to find it hot. You meet his eyes and he smiles with satisfaction, making his way towards you, sitting beside you on the bed. He sets the plate down at the night stand, his hands free to caress your face, holding you so delicately. “I’m glad you’re feeling better.”

He rubs your cheek with his thumb, his eyes taking the sight of you. You were so beautiful to him, so precious. You could see it in his eyes alone just how much he loved you. A shade of pink tints your cheeks feeling flustered by having Peeta’s eyes on you for this long. He was taking his time, as he always did when it came to admiring your beauty. “Those eyes…” he whispers, his eyes boring into yours, “such pretty eyes.”

You feel suddenly shy at his compliment, ducking your head slightly, trying to hide the deeper shade of pink you probably are now. He lifts your head up to look at him, his pointer under your chin as he gently forces you to meet his eyes. “Hungry?” He asks, his eyes trailing down to your lips with such hunger. You nod, too overstimulated to use your words now.

He reached for the cinnamon roll, he knew how much you loved the warm bun, especially when it was made by him. He holds it there for you, there’s no fork, he glances up at you and you see this sudden lust in his eyes…a small smirk on his lips. He sets the plate down between you two, his hands reaching down to rip a piece of the warm bread for you. It’s warm and sticky against his fingers, he brings it up to your lips, holding it just a few inches away from you. “Open,” he instructs, trying to keep a stern tone. You do as told, slightly opening your mouth, and he nearly melts at the sight. “Oh, that mouth…” he says breathlessly. He feeds you the tasty roll, watching you slowly eat it and it’s such a gorgeous sight seeing you eat.

Once you’ve swallowed the small piece he brings up the whole cinnamon roll up to you, you giggle softly. “Big bite,” he whispers with an eagerness to his tone you can’t miss. You slowly inch closer to him, looking up at him as you gradually take a bite of the cinnamon roll all while keeping your pretty eyes interlocked with his. He lets out a pathetic moan at the mere sight.

You giggle softly, chewing on the chunk you bit off. Peeta reaches up to wipe the bit of frosting off from the corner of your lips. Then an idea occurs to him.

With his pointer finger and his middle he dips the two into the middle of the cinnamon roll, the white glaze coating his long fingers. He makes sure to get enough on them—enough to keep your mouth on his fingers for long. You watch him with hunger, wanting his fingers in your mouth now so desperately.

His fingers come up to your lips, moving his digits covered in the sweet icing around your lips, swiping them slowly. Your lips are now covered and Peeta can’t help but think of how similar the white glaze looks like…

“Open, sweetheart.” He commands eagerly, so mesmerised by the sight of you. You do as told, parting your lips, giving him access to your mouth.

His fingers enter your mouth, the icing tasting so good on your tongue or maybe it was Peeta’s fingers. Your eyes are locked with his as your lips wrap around his fingers, a grin on his face. “Suck,” he says more sternly now and you obide sucking all the sweet icing from his perfectly long fingers, lewd sounds filling the room now and fuck does Peeta almost get off from the sight alone. “So good,” he moans breathlessly as you continue to work your mouth on his fingers, attempting to clean them off from the stickiness.

You pull away with a pop! sound that makes Peeta weak. He pulls you in immediately craving your lips—a taste of you. His hands are pressed up at the sides of you face, crashing his lips into yours with a force he’s never really used before but God was he so fucking hungry for you right now. He tastes the glaze on your lips, the desire and lust all over your mouth.

“Mm’you taste so good, sweetheart.”

[milk-breadx]

with a ring pop, i'll get down on one knee - m. s.

mike schmidt x gn!reader

Fluff! ??? to Fiancés?!

A late night trip and you three stop by a convenience store. Abby finally gives you two the push you needed.

word count: 1,440 words

warnings: movie spoilers?

"Okay, okay, okay. 80's or 50's?"

"Really? These are the best options?"

"We've been here for a while, I think we've exhausted all other interesting options." You reach for another bottle of soda, opening it and letting the fizz settle down before taking a sip. "Now, pick,"

The two of you were perched on top of the trunk of his car. Very late at night, the nearest landmark being a nearby convenience store where you bought some chips and drinks to enjoy while you wait 'till you both weren't feeling droopy to continue your road trip. Abby, sound asleep at the back seat, who said she wanted to "stay up with you guys", was very eager to go on this trip. Especially since she rarely gets to go out with you and her big brother. Poor thing fell asleep and you didn't have the heart to wake her, so Mike stayed to watch her while you went to purchase some refreshments. Now, at the back of his car, you two talked nonsense for what felt like forever.

"Uhh, the latter." He takes a chip from the bag and eats it, all the while your eyebrows furrow at his answer. 

"Really?" The tone was laced with disbelief and you eagerly wait for his defense.

"What? You'd rather pick the 80's?"

"Uh, yeah? against the 50's who wouldn't?" You playfully nudge him on the shoulder, unknowingly bringing up his memories from his last job as a night guard at the pizza place. Your eyes widened when the realization hit you. "...Oh."

"Idiot." Mike flicks your forehead and you raise your palm to cover it after he does. You remembered that morning at the hospital when you received his call and rushed there only to find him injured, officer Vanessa unconscious, and Abby scared to leave his side. You could've sworn you almost passed out after hearing what happened a few hours before.

Ghost children possessing robot animals? Murderer who wears a yellow bunny suit? It all sounded funny but the serious looks in their eyes and their very REAL injuries made you believe them. Since then, you've been more active in helping them out. Whether it be moving in with them to help with the bills and keeping Abby company while Mike's out to look for a job or planning something for the three of you to enjoy, all to get them to recover and forget the whole ordeal about the pizzeria.

So now, 7 months after the incident, Mike got a job, and you both saved up some money to go on a trip for the weekend.

"I didn't realize! Sorry!" You sheepishly replied and Mike gave a small laugh. That moment made you pause for a bit. Mike had no time to relax for a long time, so it was refreshing to see him smile and laugh.

"When do you think we should get going? It's probably midnight by now and I am dying to sleep. Y'know? While you drive us the rest of the way there." He says and you playfully rolled your eyes at him.

"Hey! You said you were gonna stay up with me like I stayed up when you drove!" Mike shakes head and continues eating his chips. 

"No, no, I don't remember making that kind of agreement." A playful smirk starts making its way to his face. "I do recall you insisting to stay awake with me even though I said you should go to sleep," This little-

"Yeah! Because we're traveling at night, can't have us end up in a ditch somewhere?!"

The car door opens and shuts. Turning around, you see Abby rubbing her eyes as she makes her way towards both of you. Mike calls out to her and helps her sit in between the two of you.

"Why didn't you wake me up?" Her droopy eyes turn to you and then to Mike.

"You looked like you were deeply asleep. Sorry, did we wake you?" Grabbing a cold bottle of water, bought specifically for Abby, you tried opening it. Noticing this, Mike grabs the bottle and opens it before handing it to his sister. You whispered "I loosened it for you" to him before Abby speaks again.

"No. But are we there yet?"

"Not yet. We stopped here because we were getting sleepy and wanted to rest for a bit before we go." You handed her the plastic bag that had 2 bags of chips left for her to pick. "You excited to be there already?"

She picks one from the bag and opens it, grabbing a chip and eating it. "Yeah. Can we go on more trips soon?"

You and Mike share a look, unsure how to respond, so he answers for you. "We'll see, Abs,"

She doesn't respond to that. Instead, she asks you another question. "Are you going to keep staying with us? I like when you're around."

"Of course. I'll be here until Mike kicks me out." She chuckles at your response before turning to Mike. "You're not gonna kick them out, are you?"

"We'll see, Abs."

You playfully glare at him and he shrugs. 

"Why don't you two just get married?"

Abby continues to eat, unaware how her question sounded to the both of you, but aware of your unique kind of friendship where borderline lovers was the most appropriate thing to actually call what you and Mike had. The fumble of words from you two comes quick but Abby doesn't take back her suggestion.

"You two have known each other for years and we've been living together for months now. I know you two have arguments sometimes, but you always work it out." She whispers the last part but the both of you hear it clear as day. "Plus you said you like each other-"

Two voices yelled out, "Abby!" You and Mike look at each other, the realization setting in that she's right. When you two looked away, silence ensued. Mike was the first to speak. "Maybe...maybe marriage... is too..."

"Fast?"

"Yeah,"

Abby's smile grows but she's tired of waiting for the two of you awkwardly fumble your words and just wants the two of you to get together. Yes, she's noticed the way you take care of her and Mike and how Mike takes care of you. How the house has been much livelier with you around and how well the three of you have been since living under the same roof.

Mike's also noticed how much better the two of them have been since you've gotten closer to them. He can't deny he's embarrassed but also flustered when the parents of Abby's classmates mistaken the both of you as her parents--A story for another time. He's open to the idea. Looking back to the times you two stayed up to watch some popular sitcom that was playing on the TV or messing up a new dish you three wanted to try, Mike really felt at ease those days. And the fact that Abby loves you too is an added bonus.

"Just propose already! You can get married years from now, just ask them already!" Abby grabs his shirt and you laugh as you see her futile attempt to shake him. 

Mike sees you and realizes he loves you. He cherishes you and wants nothing more than to see you smile and laugh over and over again. To be part of your life for the rest of his.

"Okay, okay, Abby stop." He grabs a hold of her hands before looking at you. "Will you-"

"You already don't have a ring, at least get down on one knee!" You laugh again at Abby.

Mike sighs and is ready to get up and down on the ground when he quickly runs to the convenience store. You and Abby share a look of confusion until he returns, unwrapping something in his hands. You couldn't see what it is until he got down on one knee and presented it to you.

He says your name softly and you get down from the trunk in front of him, smiling at the ring pop he's proposing with. "Will you marry me?"

You nod, giving him a small yes and let him put the ring pop on your ring finger. Too excited, Abby gets down and hugs you both so hard, you three almost topple over. But none of you cared. Abby was happy to see you and her big brother finally get together. Mike, relieved you said yes and was willing to be with him. You, happy to have these two brighten up your life.

I swear I was gonna finish that ushijima fanfic first but plans have changed and I have a new husband(a whole series was planned out in my delulu head)-

work by milk-breadx. DO NOT COPY/REPOST/MODIFY WORKS WITHOUT PERMISSION

[whispering-ways]

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☾★ falling asleep ★☾⋆⁺₊⋆

✶ summary: you're mike's babysitter and you spend night after night taking care of abby. tonight you're exhausted and mike's the one taking care of you.

✶ pairing: mike schmidt x reader

✶ tags: no warnings, just fluff :)

✶ notes: i haven't finished the fnaf movie, but i've been a fan of the series for such a long time and i absolutely love it so far!! here's a short little fic that i've been thinking about for a couple days; i just really like the babysitter reader headcanon and had to write something with that <3

You gaze at the clock, which read 3:26 a.m. You sighed in disappointment. Although only a few minutes had passed by, it seemed like it’d be forever till Mike came home. You’d spent all night taking care of Abby and as lovely as she was, you were exhausted.

The whole night had been spent cooking and playing and looking after her and by the time she fell asleep, you could barely stay awake yourself. You couldn’t keep your eyes open any longer. Before you knew it, you felt your eyes slowly close and you fell fast asleep on the couch. 

After some time has passed, you hear the door open, though you felt too tired to care in the moment. You are a light sleeper, but in your state, you could barely decipher Mike's softly spoken words as he came in. You sense his presence moving about the kitchen and you guessed he was just fixing himself a meal. You sink into the sofa, exhausted, lying down on the couch to catch some more sleep. What felt like a couple of moments later, you felt arms around you.

At first, you assumed it was Abby, trying to wake you up for a glass of water. However, when you sense yourself being lifted into the air, you quickly realized it had to have been Mike trying to get you off the couch. It confused you, but it was far too early in the morning for you to be able to care. You drift off once again, too fatigued to comprehend much more.

You wake up in the middle of the night to find yourself on a mattress and not the couch cushions you remember seeing. You look around, taken aback to discover Mike by your side, fast asleep and limbs splayed out. Taking in your environment, you notice a few dirty shirts, a couple of books about dreams and a Nebraska poster up above you.

You deduced that this was Mike’s room, but you had no clue what you were doing here with him, in his bed of all places. That’s when you put two and two together: Mike must’ve carried you here after seeing you asleep on the couch

You laid back on the bed and looked towards him.  You had to admit, he looked pretty cute. He looked so peaceful right now; it seemed like he didn’t have a care in the world, a stark difference from his usual furrowed brows and dark circles. And for someone who didn’t have time to go to the gym, his arms were pretty muscular. You’d always thought he was attractive, but tonight definitely painted him in a whole new light.

You didn’t know what compelled you to do it, but you scooched forward so that your head was just a few inches from his chest. Although he’d been in a small sweaty office for most of the night, he honestly smelled pretty good; he smelled like pine and rain. His presence lulled you to sleep, and you soon fell back asleep.

You felt a subtle tug across your body, and to your surprise, it was his arm embracing you, pulling you towards his chest. You couldn’t complain though; it definitely felt nice. You closed your eyes again, a soft smile stretching across your face. You didn’t know where this would go when you both woke up, but for now, you were too blissful to care.

[murdrdocs]

mike schmidt and his wandering hands. looped around your waist when you’re walking around, only to somehow end up stuffed in the back pocket of your jeans.

pressed against your stomach while he stands against you from behind. you’re relaxed into him, back against his chest, having to actually hold your head up from resting against his shoulder. then his hand slips under your shirt, warm against your already hot skin. when you question him about it, he mumbles an excuse into the crook of your neck. “you’re just so warm.”

you get the worst of it at night, when mike is spooning you. your legs intertwined, his hand on your hip. he runs it up and down the cotton of your tiny shorts, drifting towards the front and back consistently. he’ll touch along your ass just a little, while mindlessly talking to you, hand having a mind of its own and finding your stomach and tits, too. his excuse this time is usually along the lines of “you’re so soft, baby,” mumbled in a half awake state yet his smile is perceived between his words.

[jealousjersey]

long nights ˙ ✩°˖ ⋆｡˚꩜

mike schmidt ooey gooey fluff hcs for @janitorhutcherson my beloved 🦕

mike ✩ makes you diy gifts for small anniversary’s, he never forgets one. for the big ones, years and what nots, he makes sure to work longer shifts to take you out

mike ✩ takes late night walks with you when you can’t sleep, he doesn’t mind that he’s so tired he can barely keep his eyes open while doing so. he just wants to make you happy, even if it means staying up a few more hours

mike ✩ is a writer, well, for you he is. he writes you love letters to put in your lunch box before you go to work.

mike ✩ gives you his clothes, he thinks you look so lovely in them, with his fitting tshirt hangs off your frame. when you borrow his sweatpants, he makes sure to leave notes in the pockets for you.

mike ✩ plays board games with you and abby even though he sucks at them and abby always wins. it doesn’t matter who won or not, as long as all 3 of you are together.

mike ✩ always makes time for you, no matter what, when, or where. if you need him, he always picks up the phone.

mike ✩ watches movies with you during the day when he’s off work, he holds you close to him and whispers sweet things in your ear as he runs his fingers through your hair

mike ✩ watches the stars with you when they’re out, every time a plane goes by he thinks it’s a shooting star so he wishes, he always wishes for you.

mike ✩ who doesn’t have a lot of money to get you expensive things, so instead he either makes gifts or gets you the cheapest necklaces from the supermarket. it doesn’t matter the cost or the quality, just the thought.

mike ✩ who challenges you in mario kart, knowing you’ll loose to him. he always makes up for it, giving you kisses and cuddles afterwards to make that fake pout on your face go away

mike ✩ hates making pillow forts with you and abby, although both of you love it, mike unfortunately can’t fit into it.

mike ✩ wakes up early to watch the sunrise with you. he makes you a cup of coffee in the morning to get you going.

mike ✩ tucks your hair behind your ear when you stare at him with your beautiful eyes, he thinks your hair looks better that way.

mike ✩ takes naps with you after a long day, holding you close to his chest and kissing your forehead softly. he wraps his big arms around you the entire night, afraid you’ll fade away if he even dares to let go.

mike ✩ keeps a photo booth picture of the tw of got in his wallet at all times

mike ✩ kisses all over your face, making you giggle and squirm while whispering “such a pretty baby”, “i love you baby” , etc

[joshfutturman]

[xcherryerim]

A kiss On the Lips

Derek x chubby gn!reader | wc: 3.1k

“And if it feels right, promise I don’t mind. And if it feels right, promise I’ll stay here all night” — Let Me Love You by Ariana Grande

SMUT ONE SHOT | MDNI | +18 ONLY

Warning: Sexual tension | oral sex (to reader) | unprotected sex | penetration | light spanking | a bit of aftercare. | porn with plot

If you wanna go directly to the smut look for the “…”

As you continued to prepare drinks for the eager patrons, your hands grew weary, but there was no time for rest. This was no ordinary night; Derek Danforth, the wealthy and notorious playboy had decided to splurge on a round of drinks for the entire club. Glancing at the impeccably dressed man with blonde highlights, his fishnet shirt adorned with sparkling diamonds, and a black coat was surrounded by an entourage of stunning models. You couldn't help but let out a wry chuckle. Just another night at the club, you thought to yourself.

When you tried to get back to your work, your gaze quickly met his hazel eyes. Derek flashed you a dazzling smile, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared right in front of you, leaning casually against the counter. 

Derek scanned the menu above you with a confident air before turning to face you once more, his smile unchanged. "Let me get a 'Kiss On The Lips,' please."

The unexpected request caught you off guard, but you tried to hide your surprise. With a deep breath, you regained your composure and replied, the corner of your lips raising lightly. 

"That's going to cost ya."

Raising an eyebrow, Derek slid onto a nearby stool, his gaze locked on yours as he queried, "How much?"

You leaned against the counter and without missing a beat you responded. "Fifty bucks." 

His eyes widened slightly, seemingly surprised by your bold response. "For a drink?"

Surprised by his reaction, you couldn't resist the urge to chuckle at his expense. "Oh, it's a drink?! I must admit, I've never heard of that one before." The corner of your mouth curved into a playful grin as you watched him burst into laughter, the sound echoing throughout the bustling club.

Recovering from his fit of giggles, Derek shook his head, still chuckling softly. "You thought I meant..." he trailed off, his eyes twinkling with amusement.

With a wink, you retorted, "Yeah, sorry. I should've known better, seeing as how you have a certain... type." Your attention shifted towards the VIP section where the models were dancing and sipping their drinks, unable to hide your amusement at the sight.

Derek raised an eyebrow, his expression turned more serious despite the lingering twinkle in his eyes. "What are you implying?"

You got closer, your eyes scanning the new sight of him. "I mean, I'm not a model." You shrugged, chuckling as your clothes clung tight to your curvy body from the hot atmosphere of the bar, a sight that wouldn’t go unnoticed by Derek. 

He bit his rosy lips and stared at your form longer than intended. "Are you kidding? You're way past attractive," 

"Hey, wow, I never said I wasn't," you returned, flashing a proud grin in return. "But you prefer models."

Derek's hazel eyes flickered over you, appraisingly, before he responded, "There are models your size. And bigger." A faint smile played on his lips as he subtly traced his fingers along the contours of your hand, his touch both teasing and intimate.

"You'd make a good one, actually...and your hands are quite beautiful too," With a sense of reverence, he delicately traced the lines of your fingers, drawing out each touch as if savoring every moment.

 "You'd make a great hand model as well..." His voice trailed off, lost in thoughts of your nimble fingers exploring his body, teasing and pleasuring him in ways that left him wanting.

You rolled your eyes at his flattery, trying to keep things professional. "All that charm won't get you a free drink." You attempted to maintain a stern facade, but the heat in your cheeks gave away your true feelings.

Derek's eyes twinkled with mischief as he proposed, his voice velvety smooth, "How about this? If you give me a 'kiss on the lips' after I finish my drink, you'll reward me with another kiss for being such a 'good boy.' And then..." His fingertips trailed along your knuckles, making your knees weak. "I take you to the dance floor and then, we finish the day off with you taking me home?"

You stood there, processing his words, uncertainty clouding your thoughts. Was he truly serious about this proposition? But the way his eyes lingered on you, tracing your form, and the subtle hint of pink in his cheeks left no doubt. Derek was dead serious.

You nodded in agreement, focusing on preparing the drink while avoiding eye contact. Your hands trembled slightly, a mix of nervousness and excitement causing your pulse to race. Derek's proposition was bold, and you found yourself torn between curiosity and caution.

He snickered, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Why so shy now? I don't bite." He smiled innocently, but the promise in his voice was anything but innocent. "Unless you want me to."

He winked a sly challenge hanging in the air as he patiently waited for his drink. You couldn't help but feel drawn to him, the allure of danger and passion swirling around him like a magnetic force.

As soon as you finished mixing the concoction, Derek took a sip, his full lips moving sensuously around the rim of the glass. You found yourself mesmerized by the sight, eager for the promise of his next kiss.

When Derek finally set the empty glass aside, you leaned in close, your heart pounding in your chest as the electricity between you reached a fever pitch. His lips were warm and inviting, urging you to lose yourself in the moment. The kiss deepened,  sparks flying as tongues intertwined.

Breathless and panting from the intensity, you reluctantly pulled away, gazes locked on each other, admiring their mutual disheveled image. Derek's eyes danced with lust as he whispered hoarsely, "Now, can I take you to dance?"

You hesitated for a moment, the thrill of the unknown coursing through your veins. Nodding, you allowed yourself to be swept away by the music, joining Derek on the dance floor. The pulsing beats fueled your passion, and you found yourself lost in the sensuality of the moment.

His strong arms wrapped around you, pressing your body tightly against his. The heat of his touch sent waves of desire through you, and you couldn't help but notice the evidence of his desire pressed against your rear.

You teased him gently, your voice dripping with flirtation. "Having fun?"

Derek's response was a low murmur, filled with unbridled hunger that made your heart race. "Oh, you have no idea," he whispered, his left hand resting possessively on your hip while his right hand gripped your ass cheek, drawing you even closer.

As the night wore on and the club began to wind down, Derek's eyes darkened with desire as he looked at you, the longing in his gaze unmistakable. He ran his hand through his hair, a nervous gesture that belied his usual confidence.

"Let's go to your place," he suggested, hastily shrugging on his black coat. You raised an eyebrow, aware of the stark contrast between your humble apartment and his lavish estate. 

"Why not yours?" you asked curiously, wondering why he chose your home over his.

Derek's expression softened, a hint of sadness flickering in his eyes before disappearing as quickly as it came. "It'll be nice to be somewhere else that isn't home..." he murmured, his voice tinged with melancholy that piqued your interest.

Before you could probe further, he gently lifted your chin, his fingers firm yet tender. "Let's go," he whispered, his breath warm against your skin. There was a sense of urgency in his voice, a need that spoke volumes about his desire for you. "I can't wait much longer."

… 

"Mmh... oh, fuck!" Derek exclaimed, his voice barely above a whisper as he ravaged your lips in a desperate kiss. As soon as you opened the door to your apartment, he wasted no time unbuttoning your uniform, his hands trembling with anticipation. The intensity of his kiss left you breathless, struggling to catch your breath.

"Where?" he asked between frantic kisses, his eyes searching for guidance in the dimly lit room.

You managed to point towards the bedroom, your voice barely audible above the sound of his lips crashing on yours. Satisfied with your answer, Derek continued to kiss you with reckless abandon, guiding your body toward the room with a sense of urgency that bordered on desperation.

Finally, he threw you gently onto the bed, landing on top of you with a primal need that left you gasping for air. The weight of his body pressed against yours, and you could feel the evidence of his desire through his pants.

His trembling lips trailed down to your neck, nuzzling the sensitive skin as he discarded the long-sleeved shirt you wore. His hands roamed over your body, and you felt a surge of excitement and anticipation that left you breathless. Through his groans and the hickeys he left behind, you could just make out the words, "You smell so good."

As you ran your fingers through his curls, you watched Derek's reaction, his body melting under your touch. It wasn't until you tightened your grip slightly that he reacted, releasing a guttural moan that shook his entire frame. Surprise and confusion crossed his features, his dilated pupils fixated on your face.

Without warning, Derek's skilled fingers worked their way across your zipper, swiftly undoing it. Gasps escaped your lips as he did the same with his clothing, revealing his arousal beneath.

"Can you face fuck me?" he demanded abruptly, his eyes locking onto yours. The change in his tone was unmistakable; this wasn't a request for permission but a claim of what he desired.

Surprised by the sudden shift, you stammered, "What?" before realizing the implications of his words. Before you could protest further, he peeled away the rest of your clothing, revealing your naked form beneath.

"You're lucky," he whispered hoarsely, his voice tinged with a husky timbre. "I'm usually the one doing the face fucking, not the other way around... but,”

He parted your legs, his eyes gleaming with forbidden hunger. His eyes locked with yours, filled with raw desire and a promise of pleasure yet to come. 

“I want to be choked between your thighs as I taste you."

His eyes locked with yours, and you felt a wave of desire wash over you, catching your breath in your throat. There was a mix of shock and excitement at his request, but the allure of his suggestion was impossible to deny. Nodding in agreement, you encouraged him to proceed, curiosity getting the best of you.

Derek's eyes darkened, and you felt a deep sense of intimacy as his gaze never left yours while he positioned himself between your legs. His lips gently grazed your skin, sending shivers down your spine. As his talented tongue began to explore, each delicate flick and swipe, created a sensation that was unlike anything you'd ever experienced.

The tips of his fingers lightly brushed against the throbbing between your legs, eliciting gasps from you. His rhythm was steady, yet passionate, his tongue delving deeper, coaxing you higher and higher with each pass. Your breath became uneven, mingling with the sounds of his eager exploration.

As the intensity built within you, so did the connection between you two. You could feel Derek's focus solely on pleasing you, the lovemaking becoming a dance of sorts, a beautiful exchange of pleasure and desire. Each lick, suckle, and nibble drove you wilder, your body arching in response.

you reached out and ran your fingers through his hair, holding him in place with a firm grip. Your moans grew louder and more intense, and your thighs instinctively wrapped around him, pulling his head closer, and urging him to delve deeper into the forbidden territory. Your fingers dug into his curls, silently begging him to continue as the pleasure built within you.

Derek moaned loudly, his arousal growing with every sound you made. Wrapping his arms around your thighs, he pulled you closer, positioning himself perfectly between your legs. His tongue darted and swirled, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body like wildfire.

Derek tapped your thighs, signaling the need for air. Reluctantly, you released him, your eyes drawn to the mixture of fluids and saliva coating his mouth and chin. There was something undeniably erotic about the sight, its raw nature turning you on even more.

He panted heavily as he commanded, "Get on fours." Without protest, you complied, laying your stomach flat on the bed while your legs dangling off the side. The vulnerability you felt only added to the excitement building within you.

Derek admired the view from behind, his eyes tracing the curves of your body. "So big..." he murmured, biting his lip in anticipation. His large hands smacked your ass, the stinging sensation leaving a clear mark on your skin. Each strike was deliberate, designed to heighten your arousal even further.

He admired the sight of his length disappearing between your rounded behind, and you could tell he was struggling to maintain control. A low, pained whimper escaped him, the sound raw and genuine. It seemed as though he'd been yearning for this moment since the very first time he'd laid eyes on you at the bar.

With renewed vigor, Derek began thrusting, his movements fierce and unrestrained. "God," he breathed out the words, the phrase echoing in your ears. "I can't get enough of you," he said, his nails digging into your love handles as a testament to his desire and the intensity of the moment.

The room was now filled with the sounds of skin slapping against each other, a symphony of uncontrolled whimpers, and your hungry moans. 

"Don't hold back, let me hear you, baby," Derek panted, his voice barely above a whisper. His words were a command, an invitation to let loose and give yourself to the pleasure completely. As he sank even deeper inside you, your body convulsed, the intensity growing with each thrust.

You countered his statement with a smirk, "You can do better than that," your words laced with challenge, goading him further into the realm of pleasure.

Chuckling, Derek responded, "Is that so?" His smirk only grew wider. "Fine. Hands behind your back." He quickly seized your wrists, guiding them into place and holding them firmly. With each thrust, he increased the force, his body moving in a cadence that pushed you to the brink of madness.

"Louder," he commanded, his voice taking on a different tone when he whispered your name, tinged with a hint of neediness. The demand was evident in the tone of his voice, and you knew that obeying would only fuel the fire raging between you both.

"Let me hear you," he insisted, his authority unmistakable. Your body trembled, anticipation building with each word and thrust.

You cried out in pure pleasure, your voice echoing through the room as Derek's thrusts became more forceful. His command had pushed you beyond any limits you thought existed, driving you to new heights of ecstasy. Your body writhed beneath him, your moans filling the space as he continued to dominate you in every sense of the word.

The tension built, each second drawing you closer to your climax. With each thrust, your ecstasy grew, coupled with the knowledge that Derek's release was near. He leaned forward, pressing his lips to your ear, the heat of his breath mingling with yours.

His voice was a rough, desperate growl as he declared, "I bet all our neighbors can hear you, I bet they all know what a dirty little slut you are." The words were tinged with pride and possession, his grip tightening on your wrists as if to emphasize his claim.

You giggled despite yourself, the playfulness in your voice belied the intensity of the situation. "I bet they can hear you too."

"How can't they?" Derek retorted, his eyes gleaming with devilish delight. With a resounding slap, he struck your ass, the sting only adding to the pleasure. "If I'm fucking this sweet thing of yours."

He paused, admiring the sight before him. Tracing his hand along your ass, he marveled at the hickeys on your neck and the marks covering your body. "You're already hot, but you look even hotter with my marks all over you." The admission was equal parts tender and possessive, a testament to his need for dominance and control.

You began to sway your hips in tandem with his thrusts, your movements teasing his length with every motion. Derek groaned loudly, his body tense with anticipation. His eyes remained glued to the sight unfolding before him.

"Oh, yeah," he muttered, his eyes glued to the sight. "Thrust against my cock." His voice was a plea, a silent command that you couldn't ignore. With a wicked smile, you obliged, matching his movements with your own. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through both of you, the rhythm intensifying as you fed off each other's energy.

Derek bit his lip, his eyes gleaming with lust as he watched the spectacle unfold. The room was alive with the sounds of your bodies connecting, the evidence of your passion on full display for anyone with the courage to peek inside. 

Time seemed to slow down, each moment stretching into eternity as you lost yourself in the dance of flesh and desire. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of you to revel in your primal connection. As you moved together, Derek's hands traced the marks he'd left on your body, a visual testament to the night you shared.

After several minutes of intense passion, Derek found his release, burying himself deep within you as warmth flooded your core. His body shook, his breaths becoming ragged as he sought to regain control. He continued to thrust, prolonging the sensation until you too reached your peak. Together, you rode the waves of pleasure, surrendering to the power of your connection.

Once spent, you both collapsed on the bed, your bodies sticky and slick with sweat and passion. Derek's head fell onto your thighs, the same limbs that had choked him moments earlier. His breaths were shallow, his heartbeat slowing down to a normal rhythm. He pressed a gentle kiss to your skin, the gesture charged with meaning and gratitude.

Contentment washed over both of you as you lay there, catching your breath. His lips curved into a satisfied smile, his eyes filled with affection. He offered a soft yet meaningful remark, "This feels nice."

With a smile, you continued to caress his hair, enjoying the quiet moment of intimacy that followed the frenzy of desire. Your fingers ran through his locks, a soothing gesture that spoke volumes about the connection you shared.

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[velvrei]

omg i need to see a smut blurb with mike schmidt where he’s stuck at work so him and fem! reader try phone sex/dirty talk

omg yes. i love this.

the thought of mike, sat his desk, around 12am. it’s his usual work day except all night he’d been reminiscing the sexy times you’ve had together. and it ended up with mike, hard, palming himself through his jeans and quickly typing in your phone number.

when it went through, it was answered on the first ring. “mike?” your soft voice from the other side of the line made it unbearable and he had to release his dick from his pants otherwise he’d make a mess in his pants.

“fuck,” was all he could get out, “i’m sorry for the late call,” mike said; reaching for his wallet, “‘s just i’ve been thinking about you all night. i can’t sleep, can’t work, my minds focused on you.” such a confession sent you into a giggle, as you cleared your throat.

“that’s interesting, because i’m here right now, fingering myself to the thought of you.” mike’s head fell back and he sighed, letting a cuss word fall out before grabbing a polaroid picture of you from his wallet.

“you look so pretty in this picture, y/n.” he examined it, as if he hadn’t seen it already ten thousand times. it consisted of you, on your knees, with his cum all over your face. you were the nasty polaroid type of couple.

“you think so? i think mine is even prettier.” your photo was off mike, after he made a mess and came all over himself due to your hand. he was shirtless, and had cum all over his chest.

“mmm, fuck,” mike said, slowly stroking his dick, then speeding the pace, just as you would.

“you have no idea what you do to me, woman,” he spoke, letting his fingers tease and trail along his hard on, mimicking how you would do it if you were sat before his desk, ready to suck him off.

mike was a rambler, “when i get home, it’s fucking over for you, honey.” he sped up his strokes and his head fell back, eager to reach his climax, as he was almost there.

“yeah? you gonna fuck me so hard? til i can’t walk? i’ll be waiting.” mike loved how dirty your talk could get, that wasn’t even the worst of it.

your fingers slipped in and out of you and mike could hear the wetness and it drove him to his climax. “fuck, fuck, baby, please,” he whined out, his submissive side showing as his cum splurged all over his jeans, and partly on his stomach, catching his breath with little pants and letting a huge smile form his face.