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Respite
Summary: After a really bad argument with your brother Mike, you are left feeling distraught after both of you said things you shouldn't have. As you're struggling to come to terms with what happened, you find comfort in the person you least expected. | Words: 4.225K. Requested by @xxinmyfnafworldxx.
Warnings: Mentions of child disappearance. Mentions of poverty. Cursing, miscommunication, hurt/comfort, family drama, family issues, unresolved romantic tension. Smoking. A bit of an age gap, since Reader is younger than Mike and Vanessa. Fem!Schmidt!Reader.
A/N: Okay, yeah, I know this took long but I was busy, sorry. School is beating my ass, my cousin got into a car accident and a stray dog bit me in the leg. It may not have the same quality as the last one, but I did put in a lot of effort, and I do like how this turned out, so I hope you guys like it too.
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Nebraska, 1987.
âDuring autumn, Nebraska is colder than at home. So donât take off your sweater.â
That was the first thing your dad said when he helped you get out of the car.
Garrett and Mike were already playing tag around the campsite. You chuckled and ran after them, following them into the woods.
That night, at the police station, as you sat beside the only sibling you had left now, you realized your dad was right. Nebraska was indeed colder than Hurricane.
November, 2000.
The past months had been rough.
With Maxâs disappearance, you had no choice but to quit your job and stay home to look after Abby while Mike was at work.
After all, Mike had an accident (that he didnât want to tell you anything about) which caused him to lose another job, which meant even more cost-cutting since he couldnât keep one job for too long, nor get a high-paying one.
Abby had been there with him the night of the âaccidentâ and she didnât want to say a thing about it either.
It was driving you insane.
At least things with Aunt Jane had gotten better. But that only was because you had found her passed out in the living room the same night Mike had been injured, and she never came back to bother you and your siblings ever since.
So currently, you were struggling financially, like you always did.Â
Mike always got the worst of it.
The smallest portion at dinner, the cheapest clothes, the most worn-out shoes.
You lived in a perpetual state of worrying about him. He would just give you a tired smile, and say, âItâs alright.â
You knew it wasnât.
Everything changed after Mike lost his job at that old restaurant.
Mike and Abbyâs relationship had been magically fixed, or at least thatâs how it felt.Â
She wasnât shutting both of you out anymore, and Mike had become more calm and understanding.
There was also Vanessa, the police girl who had stayed a couple of weeks at your house. She was Abby and Mikeâs friend and had also been involved in whatever happened in that old place.
Mike had let her stay in the house while recovering from whatever injury she had suffered.
She had slept on the couch. Sometimes you would go to the kitchen for water in the middle of the night, and you would find her awake, looking through the window.
Vanessa never talked much, at least not with you, she seemed to like Mike more. But you would still stay with her until she whispered goodnight and slipped under the blankets.
Sometimes, you would stay even after she had fallen asleep. You were the only one who could wake her from her nightmares after all.
Then she had moved out and you barely saw her. Sometimes she would drop Abby off from school, or Mike would invite her to dinner.
Vanessa was⌠fine.Â
Itâs not that you didnât like her.Â
No.Â
You liked her very much.
But you didnât have time to acknowledge what that meant. Much less let her know.
 Not that you were thinking of actually doing it.
After all, it seemed like everyone's life was improving, except for yours.
You still couldnât go to college like you wanted to, since there were no babysitters around to look out for your little sister.
Mike was still jumping from job to job, getting paid barely enough to help with the mortgage and the basic groceries. And you couldnât help with that either, since nobody wanted to hire you just for the part-time, and even if they wanted to, Mike wouldnât approve of it.
And even worse, you couldnât even go out to make friends, because, even if your older brother had changed, he was still as overbearing and overprotective with you.
You were sure that if you went to look at the meaning of overzealous on the library computers, his name would be the first thing to come up.
It always drove you nuts.
Even if you were young, you were already an adult. You didnât need him to always keep an eye on you.
You understood it was just a trauma response. You really did.
You were there the day Garrett was kidnapped, after all. You recalled the horrified look on Mikeâs face as they were interrogating him. His cheeks were tear-stained, his eyes red-rimmed, and he was so pale anyone could have mistaken him as a ghost.
You could remember him saying, âI just looked away for a second. I swear it was just a second,â to your parents' sorrowful faces over and over again.
Still, it didnât mean you had to suffer such consequences. You wanted to live a normal life, as normal as you could, regardless of what had happened.
Abby sighed profoundly and shifted on her seat, frowning at her drawing.Â
You were in the kitchen, making dinner, and close enough to her to notice her discontent, so you pushed the salad you just finished aside and looked at her.
âWhatâs wrong, Abz?â
She made a face, meeting your gaze. âMy friend from school invited me to have a sleepover tonight, but Mike wonât let me go.â
You frowned. When did this kid make friends at school?
And why were you just finding out about it?
âWell, uh,â you trailed off. âDid he give you a reason? Like, is he going to stay late at work tonight?â
Abby shook her head, looking back at her drawing, and put the crayon she was holding down on the table.
Just then, as if you had summoned him, Mike opened the door and stepped into the house.
Abby and you turned to look at him as he took out his jacket, and stepped out of his shoes.
He smiled at Abby, first, ruffling her hair, and looked at her drawing.
âThatâs a good one,â he murmured, looking at Abby. He then turned to look at you.
âWhatâs with that face?â Mike asked casually.
âAbby told me something interesting,â you said, focusing on the salad again.
Mike hummed, peeking into the pots on the stove, and checked what you were cooking. âWhat did she say?â
You huffed, setting the salad to the side again.
âWell, first of all,â you turned to look at him. âI have just been made aware that she has a friend in school.â
Mike chuckled softly, leaving the pots alone to face you. âAh, yes. Itâs true, she has a school friend.â
You huffed, frustrated. Did neither of them feel like this was important information? After all the time Abby had struggled to make real friends?
âAnd also,â you continued, âher friend invited her to a sleepover, and you didnât allow it.â
Mike sighed, already tired from the conversation. âYes, thatâs true, too.â
âSo, why canât she go?â You crossed your arms.
Mike shrugged. âIt's not safe for her.â
You scoffed. âYou're unbelievable. It's just a sleepover. What's the worst that could happen? Kids consuming too much sugar? She asking her friend's mom to call you because she misses her room? â
Mike huffed, shaking his head, and tried to walk away from the conversation.
You followed him across the hall and into his room.
âCome on, Mike. What's the worst that could happen? Seriously.â
Mike sighed, turning to face you while he tossed away his tie. âI don't know â I mean, we don't know these people. God knows what strange habitsââ
âAre you hearing yourself?â you said, disbelief clear in your voice. âYouâre accusing people you donât know of being,â you gestured with your hands, âweirdos, just because youâre afraid of letting Abby out of your sight!â
Mike rolled his eyes, scoffing. âI'm not afraid, I'm just being careful! It's my job as an older brotherââ
âYou won't have control over her all her life. You know that, right?â You argued back. âShe might be a kid right now but sheâll keep on growing and things will get out of hand, Mike.â
The conversion was turning into a whole-blown argument. You knew you shouldn't press Mike's buttons further, but it was too late to care about that.
âY/N,â he said in a warning tone. âDon't start this again.â
You scoffed, âStart what, exactly?â
âYou know what. I'm not in the mood to argue.â
âYou're never in the mood for anything!â You snapped at him. âAll you do is work,â you continued. âOr rather, try to keep your job and watch over us like you're our bodyguard. You are going to asphyxiate us with your intensity.â
âI'm just trying to keep you two safe!â
Your voices were raised so high that Abby could probably hear the discussion from the living room.
âKeep us safeââ
âOh, please,â he practically mocked. âYou know I have reasons!â
Before you could argue back, he continued.
âAbby is a kid. She doesnât understand the dangers she could be in, and you,â Mike met your gaze, âyou think I don't notice how you look at me sometimes? Like I'm ruining your life? Like you hate me?â
You huffed, âI don't hate you! I justâ I just want some space, okay?â
Mike scoffed, but you ignored him.
âI want to be able to go out at night, to have a job, and make money not only for us to have something to eat, but to buy things for myself too. I want to stop worrying so much about you!â
You took a long breath, trying to calm down.
âI want a normal life. A normal, relaxing life, Mike. Where I can make friends and go on dates without having to sneak out because you wonât agree.â
âY/Nââ he tried to interrupt.
âNo!â you cut him off. âYou think I donât know who I remind you of? You think I don't know that when you look at me, you think of Garrett? You think I donât hear when you tell Abby I look just like him?â
âThatâs not true!â he shook his head, now seemingly hurt. âLook, I'm just trying to look out for you! For you and Abby. I'm your big brotherââ he said, exasperated. And that was your last straw.
âWe don't need you to protect us! Did you forget what happened the last time you tried to look out for one of us?â
A deafening silence followed. Mike deflated, his words dying in his mouth.
You looked at each other for a second before you realized what had been said.
âFuck,â you exhaled. âMike, I'm sorrââ
âGet out.â
âButââ You approached him, and tried to take his hand but he cringed, pulling away.
âPlease, justâŚâ he trailed off, not looking at you. âJust leave.â
You looked around, thinking of what to do.Â
Something, anything that could change the situation you were in.
But of course, there was nothing to do, at least not until Mike had calmed down.
So you left his room, looked at him one last time, and closed the door.
You stood still outside his door, letting everything sink in. You were still angry, but you also felt guilty.
Using Garrettâs kidnapping as an argument during the discussion was a low blow. If there was a hell, you were fucked.
Running your hands through your hair, you approached the living room.
Abby was still sitting at the dining table, eyes fixated on her now-finished drawing.
âAbby?â you called, softly.
She didnât react. It was one of those moments when she felt stressed so she wouldnât acknowledge youâ or anyone, for that matter.
You sighed, took your jacket from the coat hanger, and stormed out of the house.
You walked for a while, just following the river.
After a good fifteen minutes, you stopped. It was cold, and your jacket wasnât warm enough.
You sighed in frustration, kicking rocks into the water, and finally decided to sit on the grass.
âWas it really that serious?â You thought. After all, even if it was annoying, Mike's overprotectiveness had probably saved you from a lot of trouble.
You ripped up handfuls of grass as you stared at the water.
âYes, it is,â you said out loud. Blaming him for Garrettâs disappearance was shitty, but you knew your anger was justified. Mike couldnât keep being like this.
Not with you, and not with Abby, either. He needed to understand. To learn.
But how would he understand and learn if you only told him about your frustrations after bottling up and then exploding?
It wasnât fair to him, either. Mike would just feel like youâre being antagonistic.
Grumbling, you rummaged through your jacketâs pockets. The wind had started to pick up and you needed something to warm up.
You pulled out a cigarette pack and a lighter from the front pocket of your jacket.
You huffed. Mike would kill you if he found out.Â
Lighting the cigarette, you took a quick drag and as you put the items away again, you felt something strange in your pocket.Â
Frowning, you placed the cigarette between your lips and reached into your pocket, pulling out a folded piece of paper.
Humming, you unfolded it without care, not remembering what it was.
You almost choked on the smoke.
It was a drawing from Abby.
She had given it to you a few weeks ago after you picked her up from school.
It was a drawing of you, her, Mike, and a little airplane toy. Garrett's favorite.
âGod-fucking-dammit,â you said, putting the cigarette back in between your lips to avoid getting ash on the paper.
âLanguage,â a voice behind you said, and you jumped, turning around.
Standing there, with her blonde hair swaying slightly in the wind, was Vanessa.
âGreat,â you thought.
Out of all the people you could have run into this situation, it had to be her.
You noted was wearing civilian clothes: jeans, a cheap-looking sweater, and a jacket. Her hair was also down. Very different from her usual everyday look.
âThatâs bad for your lungs. You know that right?â she said, pointing to the cigarette between your lips.
You grumbled, turning to face the water again, and she took it as an invitation to sit beside you.
âI mean that,â Vanessa said, staring at you.
You took a drag and blew the smoke away from her. âI know.â
She hummed. âDoes Mike know?â
You frowned, looking at your shoes while the cigarette slowly burned in your hand.
âThereâs a lot of things Mike doesnât know about me,â you answered, meeting her gaze.
You stared at each other for a moment before she spoke again. âCan I?â She said, pointing to the cig. You handed it to her, and she took a puff from the cig.
You smiled. âI thought you said itâs bad for your lungs. What changed?â
Vanessa rolled her eyes, blowing the smoke. She took another puff, then looked at you.
âNothing has changed, itâs still bad,â and as she said it, she threw the cigarette into the water.
You gasped. âHey, those are not cheap!â
It was her turn to smile then. âI know.â
You huffed. âBetween this and Mikeâs pills, I think you can be considered an environmental terrorist.â
Her smile faltered. âHe told you about the pills?â
You nodded slowly, humming. âMike tells me everything,â you said with a smile.
You paused, your mind returning to the night that he arrived limping and with several superficial wounds and scratches, and with a trembling Abby beside him.
âAlmost everything,â you thought out loud.
Vanessa looked at the glistening water. âWhat makes you say that?â
You scoffed. âCome on. Something happened to him in that old pizzeria, and he wonât speak about it. Neither will Abby.â
You looked at her. She shifted uncomfortably under your gaze.
âAnd Iâm assuming you wonât, either.â
She cleared her throat.
âItâsâŚâ She paused for a moment, thinking of what to say. âItâs not that I donât want to. Itâs just something I shouldnât be the one to tell you.â
You sighed, looking towards the water again. âCalled it.â
You two stayed silent for a moment before you spoke up again. âHow did you find me anyway?â
Vanessa sighed, rubbing her forehead with one hand.
âOh,â you breathed out. âOf course.â
Mike had told her to find you.
âHe's your brother, Y/N,â she said softly. âI'm sure he only wants what's best for you.â
You felt a twinge of annoyance.
"Yeah sure..." you said sarcastically, rolling your eyes. "He's always known what's best for me. Like when he convinced me to leave my job so I can stay home and be a housekeeper.â
Vanessa's brows furrowed. âHe did?â
You sighed. âIt's⌠more complicated than that, but⌠that's how it feels.â
A beat passed in silence.
âI know he's doing it because of Garrett,â you murmured.Â
âDoing what?â Vanessa asked carefully.
âThis. All of thisâŚâ You sighed. âNot letting Abby hang out with her new friend, convincing me to stay home and take care of her...â
She watched you intently, waiting for you to continue.
âI can't go out at night, he's constantly barging into our rooms, I can't date anyone,â you sighed, and she seemed to understand, her expression softening.
Slowly, Vanessa reached out to you, putting her hand on your shoulder.
"I understand that Mike can be overprotective at times, I can't deny that,â she said softly. "I know it must suck not being able to go anywhere or do anything without him always checking on you..." she sighs, looking you in the eyes empathetically. "But we both know he just wants to protect you, even if heâs doing it in the wrong way. He loves you dearly.â
You avoid her gaze, your eyes focusing on the grass underneath you.
âIt's worse with me.â
âWhy do you say that?â
You smile bitterly. âBecause apparently, Iâm the only one who looks just like Garrett.â
Silence.
âIââ She began but cut herself off.
âI just wish,â you continued, âhe could just try to move on. At least now he's aware it wasn't his fault, but,â you took a deep breath. âI feel like he's still stuck trying to be a protector instead of just being our brother.â
Vanessa stayed silent, and you were grateful for that. You didnât feel like hearing fake reassurances while talking about Garrett or his disappearance.
âEvery time we try to talk about it, it just turns into an argument,â you whispered
âAnd why's that?â Vanessa squeezed your shoulder. You felt your heart flutter at the gesture.
âI guess⌠because we're both too stubborn to hear each other out,â you chuckled tiredly, running your hands through your hair.Â
Vanessa opened her mouth, but you interrupted her.
âI fucked up today,â you turned to face her. âI kind of⌠blamed him for Garrett's disappearance.âÂ
Vanessa seemed shocked by this. Then she sucked in her breath between her teeth.
âThat'sââ
Your expression turned bitter as you felt your face flush in shame.Â
âI know, you don't have to tell me.â
You hid your face in your hands. âHe seemed so distraught, so hurt, I can't⌠I can't stop thinking about it.â
You felt your nails dig into your scalp. âI canât stop thinking about the pain in his eyes, I canât unsee the way he just⌠shrank.âÂ
Carefully, Vanessa rested her hand on your back, and when you didn't protest, she started rubbing small, comforting circles.
You feel a knot form in your throat.
âIâŚâ you swallowed. âI remember it. The day he disappeared.â
A pause.
âI remember it so vividly,â you huffed a self-deprecating laugh. âI sprayed almost the whole bottle of ketchup on my sweater. Mom guided me to the tent so I could change,â a shaky breath slipped from your lips, and you felt her stomach churn.
The dread, the fear you felt that day would never leave your system.
âNext thing we knew, Mike was running and yelling, desperate. You closed your eyes, the memories flooding your mind.
âMom, Dad! Help, they took him! They took Garrett!â
You stayed with your eyes closed for a few seconds, as Vanessa kept rubbing your back reassuringly.
âDid you know I had a brother?â She began.
âReally?â You asked with surprise in your voice.
âMhm,â you could hear her smile in her voice, âwe used to be really close. He was always looking out for me.â
âWhat happened to him?â
Her hand stopped. You tensed up.
âHe⌠disappeared. Many years ago. Just like Garrett.â
You pulled slightly at your hair. âI'm sorry, I shouldn't haveâŚâ
âIt's okay,â she said in a solemn voice, but with a small, resigned smile on her face.
âWhy are you telling me this?â You finally faced her again.
âBecause you can never take your family for granted. You shouldnât say hurtful things to each other, and if it happens, you should let it cool off and then talk about it, not run away.â
Oh, now she was scolding you.
âI didn'tââ you cringed. âMike asked me toââ
She giggled. Giggled.
âI'm not saying it only because of you. Mike needs to understand that you're an adult now, that he won't always be able to protect you.â
Your eyes lit up. âWill you help me, then? Will you talk to him?â
Vanessa shook her head. âNo, Y/N. You two need to sit down, talk, and finally start listening to each other.â She gave you a small smile.
You sighed, nodding.Â
âCome on,â she said, standing up, shaking the dirt off her jeans, âI'll take you home.â
She extended her hand, and you took it without thinking twice.
Vanessa parked her car in front of your house, sighing softly before turning off the engine.
She looked at you, and after a few seconds, you met her gaze.
âYou know,â she smiled, âIâm pretty sure you two can actually come to an agreement.â
You huffed, âThatâs easier said than done.â
You pushed the car door open.
âWait,â she said, holding onto the back of your jacket. You stayed still.
âI mean it, Y/N,â she gave you a soft look.Â
âJust talk to him. No yelling, not arguing,â you resisted the urge to roll your eyes, âtalk. Really talkâŚâ
You stared at each other momentarily before she let go of your jacket.
âHear him and⌠make him hear you,â Vanessa added, a whisper more than anything.
You nodded, climbing out of the car, and closing the door.
She lowered the window. âGood luck, I guess,â she smiled.
You felt your heart speed up. Was this really the end of it? Would she only speak to you when Mike asked her to? So she was just being nice, right?
You swallowed. âYeah⌠Well.â
You felt heat rising up your neck, reaching your cheeks. Shame.
âThanks for the ride, by the way,â you scratched the back of your neck, trying to get rid of the sensation.
âNo problem.â
You nodded, and just as you were about to push the front door open, Vanessa called your name and you practically rushed to the car window. âYes?â
Vanessa let out a breathy laugh and you almost melted on the spot. She opened the glove compartment and took out a notebook and a pen.
She started to write something down.Â
âIn case you and Mike keep having troubleâŚâ She trailed off as she handed you the paper, which had a phone number written on it.Â
You raised your gaze to meet hers. âIf it doesnât work out, you can call me and I can give you some advice,â she grinned at you.Â
âAnd if it does?â
"Maybe we can go for a coffee, then?"
âI donât like coffee,â you blurted out, feeling your cheeks warm up.
Vanessa's smile grew wider at your reaction and she chuckled softly. "Well, how about tea then? Or maybe we could just go for a walk instead?"
Her tone was playful and her smile was contagious, making it impossible for you to stay embarrassed for long.
You stayed silent, not sure how to respond. All you knew was that it was supposed to be cold outside at this time of the year, but you were sweating.
Vanessa shook her head, still smiling, and her playful tone turned into a sincere one. âWe donât have to if you donât wantââ
âI want to,â you interrupted her. âI do.â
She seemed to perk up.Â
âIâll call,â you said, without a doubt. âI promise.â
Vanessa gave you a soft smile before turning the car on, and slowly drive out of sight.
You sighed, turning to push the door open, and to your surprise, Mike was standing in the doorway with his arms crossed, and Abby peeking at you from behind him, smiling.
He met your gaze, and against all odds, he smiled at you. âI guess we need to talk.â
You smiled at him. âYeah,â you looked down at the small piece of paper in your hands and swallowed. âYeah. We do.â
Mike sighed, gesturing for you to come inside.
âSo you heard all of that?â You said in a weary voice, and Abby giggled.
Mike shook his head. âMaybe we should eat first, Iâm about to pass out.â
Right, you still hadnât had dinner. Your stomach grumbled.
As you followed your brother into the dining room, you had the sensation that maybe, just maybe, things would be alright.
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BEAUTIFUL THING
mike schmidt x f!reader word count; 2,573 warnings; smut, no plot, just porn :D summary; there was nothing in the world she wanted more than mike schmidt. but what were the chances he'd ever make a move on her?
 She wanted Mike Schmidt.
 Donât get her wrong, she absolutely adored Abby, she was sweet, funny, and overall not a hard kid to take care of. But she knew all too well what her intentions were when she agreed to take up the babysitting jobâ how could she say no when he looked at her like that with those big, deep brown eyes?
 It was another late night spent at the Schmidt houseâ Mike had just gotten himself a new job with unholy hours, some late night security gig he had no choice but to take. Her mouth opened in a yawn and through her bleary vision, she blinked down to the watch on her wrist.Â
 4:30 AM. Mike wouldnât be back for another hour and a half or so.Â
 She sighed and threw her head back against the cushions, staring absentmindedly at the television as some old cartoon played, audio soft and muffled. She wasnât sure why she even bothered trying to stay up for Mikeâ sheâd been babysitting for him for months, (without pay, might she add) and still, neither he nor she had made any moves. She wasnât even sure if he ever even intended to make a move on her.Â
 But she was just so certain that he felt at least some sort of attraction towards her. She could see it in the way he looked at her, how his eyes would absentmindedly trail down her body against his better judgment, how heâd pull the inside of his bottom lip between his teeth while he did. She could see it in the way his body would react when she came too close, like when she gave him a handshake or playfully shoved his shoulder.
 It was the same way she reacted when he was close.Â
 Surely it couldnât all be for nothing?
 Her eyelids were falling heavy against her eyes and she slowly slumped further into the cushions of the couch, hands tightening around the blanket around her body. Sleep was so close that she could reach out and feel it, and she wouldâve slipped into the arms of slumber if it hadnât been for the opening and closing of the front door.Â
 She grumbled and furrowed her brows down at her watch.Â
 4:35 AM. Mike wasnât supposed to be home yet.Â
 At the notion, she jolted and snapped her head towards the entrance, her heart thrumming against her chest as she prepared herself for the sight of a total stranger, ready to make a run straight for Abbyâs room. She blinked and narrowed her eyes at the dark silhouette of the figure as it hung its coat on the rack bolted on the wall.Â
 âSorry. Sâ just me.â
 She knew that voice. It was a voice she always dreamed about, a voice belonging to someone sheâd seen practically everyday.
 âMike?â Her voice came out rough, having not spoken for hours, not since Abby had gone to bed. âWhat are you doing home so early?â She asked as she pushed herself further up the sofa while Mike made his way towards the recliner, wiping a hand down his face before plopping down into the seat. She could only make out his face through the light from the television but even then, she could sense something was off.Â
 Mike tapped his fingers against the armrest of the recliner, âI⌠I just⌠needed to leave⌠I guess,â he replied and she frowned, scooting to the far side of the couch closest to him. âIs⌠is everything alright?â She questioned, unsure whether or not he needed consoling. Mike leaned further back into his seat and let his eyelids flutter closed, inhaling deep through his nostrils.Â
 âJust⌠is Abby asleep?â He finally asked after a moment and she nodded, humming. âShe went down earlier than usual. Actually managed to get her to eat something,â she replied, her lips curving into a smile but quickly faltering again when she realized Mike wasnât going to reciprocate. He looked almost⌠distraught.Â
 Worrying her bottom lip between her teeth, she pondered her options. Sheâd known Mike for some time but even then, she still knew little to nothing about him. He slept a lot, that was for sure. And he loved his little sister and was trying so hard to be exactly the type of person she needed. But she knew nothing about him, Mike Schmidt himself. She didnât know what he did in his free time, what he liked to eat, if he had hobbies, nothing.Â
 Hell, sheâd spent so much time fantasizing about him and filling in all the holes herself, she hardly even acknowledged that he could be somebody entirely else. She didnât know the first thing about him.
 But she could learn to try.Â
 She leaned forward, a steady hand warily finding his on the armrest of the recliner and she flinched when Mike snapped his eyelids open, looking between her and their touching hands. Their gazes surged into one another and she made no moves, as if seeking any sign that she should stop.
 Mikeâs heart thrummed so hard inside his chest, it was a miracle that she couldnât hear it. She looked at him as if she were asking permissionâ permission to what, he hadnât even the slightest clue. But in spite of the voices inside of his head telling him he shouldnât, that he shouldnât let her, that he was wrong for her, he did. How could he say no when she looked at him like that, as if he were the most beautiful thing sheâd ever laid eyes upon?
 His silence gave her the confidence to let her fingers creep further down to the back of his hand, flipping it around until they rested against the heel of his palm. Slowly, she soothed the tips of her fingers up his palm until they fell between the cracks of his, letting her digits curl around his knuckles. Mike shuddered at the touch and let his own fingers press down against hers and he watched as she raised their intertwined hands to her mouth, their gazes molded together as she pressed her lips against his skin. His lips trembled as they fell open and he narrowed his eyes, clinging onto the last bit of restraint he had left.Â
 âYou can relax with me, Mike,â she whispered against his skin, pressing another soft kiss to the knuckle of his ring finger. âYou donât have to worry while Iâm around.â
 Mike pressed his lips back together and fought back the urge to groan at her words, his eyes wandering from their hands, down her arm, to her chest where it pressed against the edge of the sofa. His breath shuddered when he exhaled and the rubber band stretched inside of him finally released and with it, the last of his restraint.Â
 Fuck it, he thought. Itâs been long enough.
 Mike tugged her closer by the hand and her lids widened, a squeal slipping from her lips, in which he was swift to eat right up, pressing his mouth against hers. With his hand not intertwined with hers, he gripped her hip, working his way up to her waist to squeeze. The sound she made was muffled inside their admittedly messy kiss and he pulled her even closer, her knees having nowhere to go but on the outside of his thighs.Â
 Mike groaned and pulled away to catch his breath as her hips ground down against his, already feeling frustrated with the growing erection in his jeans. He blinked up at the woman on top of him, her arms thrown over his shoulders, her chest heaving as she chased air back into her lungs. She stared down at him with hazy irises, still bleary from lack of sleep.Â
 âSorry,â Mike finally managed to breathe out, his palms resting on either of her thighs. âProbably a little much, wasnât it?â
 He watched as the corners of her lips curved into a grin and she chuckled breathlessly, shaking her head. âNot enough,â she tittered as she surged her lips back into his, one of her hands on his shoulders slithering their way into his mess of dark tendrils, fingers curling and tugging at his roots. He hissed inside her mouth and dug his fingernails into her skin, a whimper falling from her lips, allowing him to take control of the situation.Â
 He pressed himself forward and reached for the end of her t-shirt and she briefly broke away to allow the fabric up and over her head, her own fingers already working at the buckle of his belt. Mike leaned forward to pepper kisses all across the tops of her breasts and she threw her head back as he took over in undoing his belt, ripping it from his loops and throwing open the button and zipper of his jeans.Â
 She clambered off of him as he raised his hips to tug his pants and boxers down just enough to allow his erection to spring free of its restraints, feeling her stomach do a somersault at the sight as she stripped herself of her own shorts and panties. Mike fought the urge to wrap his hands around his cock as she reached behind her back to undo the clasps of her bra and time seemed to slow as the straps fell from her shoulders, the lave toppling to the floor altogether.Â
 He swore he could feel his mouth water and never before this moment had he wanted something, or someone, more. He blinked up at her, following her gaze down to his lap and at his erection that stood tall, waiting for her, dripping with pre-cum.Â
 Mike cocked an eyebrow, âyou just gonna stand there or you gonna take it?â He asked, voice low and husky and fuck, she thought sheâd drop dead right then and there. Still, this was a dangerous game they were playing. âWhat about Abby?â She whispered, glancing towards the hallway where Abbyâs room was. âWhat if she wakes up?â
 Mike pressed his lips together and bucked his hips, raising a leg to softly give her calf a kick. âYou can be quiet, right?â He murmured in question and she felt herself clench from his voice alone. Here Mike Schmidt was, cock out and erect, all because of her. This was something she had only dreamed ofâ never did she think that this would become reality.Â
 Mike cocked his eyebrow again and she shook herself from her thoughts, taking his hand as he guided her back onto his lap. Her body shuddered and her bones rattled as she began to sink herself down, jolting when the tip brushed against her cunt, teeth sinking down into the plush of her bottom lip to contain her sounds.Â
 âItâs okay,â Mike whispered. âI got you.â
 Her eyes about rolled in the back of her head at that as his hands kneaded at the flesh of either of her hips, guiding her further down his length, making sure to go agonizingly slow to ensure she felt every single fucking inch of cock inside of her. Tears brimmed the outskirts of her eyelids as she finally sat still on his lap, filled to the brim with cock. Mike let her head fall down against the curve of his shoulder, burying her nose into the crook of his neck as she allowed time to adjust to his size, simultaneously trying to keep her sounds to a minimum.Â
 âYouâre so tight,â Mikeâs breath shuddered in her ear and his voice made goosebumps litter her skin, his fingertips like the icy breath of a ghost against her back. âYou think you can handle moving now?â He asked in a whisper against the shell of her ear and she nodded, letting him grab her thighs and push her further up his cock until just the head remained. She cried against his neck when he sank her all the way back down his length, the lewd noise of their wet skin slapping together making her clench around him. âFff⌠uuck,â he dragged his curse out as he snapped his hips up against her.
 âShit!â She gasped as he thrusted again and again and again. And she let him. She let him use her in whatever way he pleased.Â
 âGonna be good for me?â He muttered next to her ear. âGonna let me take care of you, hm?â She nodded, bobbing her head up and down against his shoulder as he snapped his hips up to hers again and again, daring the coil inside her belly to snap. âThink you can handle it?â He asked again and she nodded once more, crying and biting down on his collar. âYes!â She cried, fortunately muffled against his skin.Â
 So Mike thrusted again, harder and harder, chasing that high, that release he so desperately needed. He could tell she was closeâ itâd probably been so long since sheâd been stuffed by cock like this. Sheâd probably been waiting for this moment just as long as he has.Â
 With the pad of his thumb, he pressed down against her aching bud and Mike could feel a fresh new set of tears soak his skin as she cried, bucking her hips into his touch. His thrusts were as sloppy as they were powerful and she wasnât sure how much more she could take.Â
 âMmm⌠Mike⌠Iâm⌠Iâm gonnaâŚâ she hardly managed to stutter out, slowly feeling the coil inside her stomach as it began to unravel.Â
 âYeah?â Mike said, his other hand wrapped around her neck and pushing her forehead down against his, gazing up at her closed eyelids. He rolled his head against hers, âlook at me,â he breathed out and watched as she slowly fluttered her lids back open, just as more fat tears beaded down her cheeks. The sight was enough to get him to teeter on the edge himself.Â
 âGonna come?â He asked and she nodded, sweat-slicked forehead lolling against his. He nodded too, already feeling her release around him as she spawned around his cock, relying solely on him and his body to keep herself up. She buried her face in the crook of his neck again as she whined and cried, Mikeâs thrusts speeding up as he gave himself that final push he needed to send himself reeling, spiraling and shaking with the force of his release.Â
 âFuck,â he growled into the skin just below her ear, squeezing his eyelids shut tighter as he willed himself to keep his sounds on the low, for the sake of his little sister sleeping just in the other room.Â
 Silence fell over Mike and the babysitter for a good, long moment as they both recovered from their highs, chasing air back into their lungs as the realization of what they had just done began to sink in. Mike should be mortifiedâ she was his sisterâs babysitter, he doesnât have time for this, she doesnât deserve him, he shouldn't have done this.Â
 But the woman in his lap settled herself closer into him, nuzzling her nose against the crook of his neck, her lips like a crescent moon against his skin as she placed a soft kiss to his flesh there.Â
 âI hope youâre okay, Mike,â she whispered and he threw his head back, an arm thrown around her body as he stared up at the ceiling. How could he push her away now?
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mmmm thinkin abt mike struggling to be quiet when youâre fucking. SMUT 17+
you were watching abby that night, and as soon as mike got back from work he was on you. peppering kisses along your neck when you were around the corner just out of abby's line of sight, rubbing little circles in your thighs at the dinner table, sweetly asking you to stay longer even whenever the lights were off and abby was tucked in bed.
you knew his plea would result in the two of you in his bedroom, you slowly sinking yourself down onto him. you'd encouraged it, telling mike you'd give him wanted on one condition.
"anything," he'd said, eyes big and earnest.
"you gotta promise to be quiet." your pinkie hovered between you both, waiting for mike to interlink his. he did with a smile, as if it were something easy.
but mike couldnât stop moaning. his sounds were cute, little gasps and whines. they were arousing. but they were entirely too loud for the low level of privacy you had within the four thin walls.
âmike, please. you gotta be quiet.â you plea through your own barely concealed moan.
he sighs, face scrunching. âi know. iâm sorry, baby. iâm trying.â
but apparently not hard enough as youâre forced to lodge your panties between his teeth, a muffler for his moans. he lets you do so, opening his mouth and even going so far as to make a show of sticking his tongue out for the blue cotton fabric. yet, his sounds still leak through, and you voice an idea as youâre bouncing on his cock, nails lightly scratching down his chest.
âstill so loud, mikey. we might have to get a muzzle for nights like these. whatâd you think?â
mike's groan practically echoes. he seems oblivious to his own noises, instead thinking with his dick that starts to piston up into you, mike's nails digging into your ass to provide him with leverage.
your hand slaps over his mouth, colliding with soft cotton and warm skin, and mike finally wrenches his eyes open. there's vibration against your hand, short and resembling the pattern of syllables, and you slowly peel your hand away, taking the panties with you, to hear him speak.
just a simple word, curt and quiet and whimpered.
"please."
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⥠babysitter
oneshot - inspired by that one edit
fandom: five nights at freddys (movie)
paring: mike schmidt x fem!reader
warnings: nsfw 18+, dry humping, sexual tension, kissing, friends to lovers, cumming in pants, submissive mike, foul language, teasing, smut, riding, dom reader, consensual sex, age gap, minors dni..
You've heard a lot about him from Abby, mainly bits and pieces that she's told you, but nothing really about him and the only thing he really says to you is that he's eventually going to pay you back. But you always refuse.
The old couch squeaks softly as he sits beside you, a gentle hand goes to reach your face but hesitates.
Heâs been very busy for a while now that he has started his new job at a security guard that was shut down ages ago. When he comes home he's always so tired, like he's a different person. As if he cannot relax. You hear the door open and slam back as it he closes it.
"Oh, sorry, I didn't hear you come back.." You whisper, groaning whilst you move out of the position you had been in for a while. Yawning as you gently wipe your eyes.
Mike looks at you, half-smiling as he leans against the cushions. He's tired, you can tell. "Sorry if I woke you, you looked exhausted, so I just wanted to cover you," he whispers back, stretching his arms. "Did Abby go okay for you?" he asks.
"I told her it's bedtime an hour ago, but you know how it is with little ones." You joke.
"Abby was great, she missed you, though.." You smile sheepishly, shifting on the coach to face him. "How was work?" You ask, seeing the slight bags under his eyes.
Mike chuckles softly, leaning his head back and letting out a deep sigh as he stares up at the ceiling.
"It was long," he sighs. "I mean, I've gotten used to it, of course, but god, it's draining..." He leans forward and rests his elbows on his knees, looking off to the side and fiddling with his fingers, trying to find the right words to explain what just happened at work. He seems hesitant to say.
"You okay? You can talk to me if something is bothering you." Hesitantly placing your hand on his shoulder, slowly forcing him to look at you. You've known him for years due to babysitting Abby, but he's never opened up.
"Well... it's just..." Mike sighs again, still not meeting your eyes. "...Abby asked me some questions about stuff today."
He rubs the back of his neck, shifting in his seat as if he's about to say something and then thinks better of it. He leans back against the coach, letting out a frustrated grunt as his eyebrows pinch in frustration. "I... I just can't tell her."
"Is there anything I can do to help?" You whisper, staring at him, waiting for a response.
Mike's face softens a little, looking over at you before he sighs, shaking his head. "It's nothing. Abby asked about the job, and... well, it got me thinking..." He shrugs his shoulders again, still looking off to the side.
"Look, I'll tell Abby about it myself, I don't... I shouldn't put it on you..." He sighs one again, staring at the floor.
"If you need me, don't hesitate." You place your hand on his thigh, squeezing it for reassurance. Gaining confidence, you slowly move your body off the couch and sit on his lap.
"Oh..." Mike says quietly, his face turning bright red as you place your hand on his thigh. He looks down at you, his expression of uncertainty on his face changing as his eyebrows rise.
He's speechless, frozen in shock at your touch, and his entire face is practically bright pink. He's suddenly a lot warmer, his chest heaving as his heartbeat picks up speed. "... Y- you're..." he says with the last of his breath, his brain having trouble finding the right words to say.
"Is this okay..?" You grind against his lap, whispering against his ear.
"Shit..." He stammers, his brain desperately trying to process what you're doing. He looks confused, his eyes drifting down to you as his mind races.
"What... what are you... n- no, it's... we can't..." Mike stutters, trying to find a way to reject you. But the longer you're in his lap, the harder it is for him to say no.
"Just relax, Abby is fast asleep in her room.." You grind harder against him, using your index finger to tilt his chin up, making eye contact when you suddenly hear him whimper.
"T- this isn't the time..." he mumbles in response, his eyes closing at the sensation and his whimpers becoming more noticeable.
"W- we shouldn't be doing this..." he whispers, his arms hesitating in the air for a moment before they eventually wrap around your waist. He's still torn between going along with it or saying no, his heart racing as he gazes at you.
"Beg for me to continue." You stop moving your hips, feeling his arousal throb against your ass. Wanting to see how he would react.
"P- please... God.." he whispers, the breath catching in his throat and his voice turning raspy.
He looks at you, his eyes pleading, his body quivering under your control. His heart is pounding out of his chest. He swallows, looking up at you as his entire body screams for you to keep going while his mind fights back.
"You can do better than that.." You tease, breathing against his neck, gently creating bruises as you feel his slightly breath hitch.
Mike whimpers loudly when he feels your bites, his muscles tensing as he tries to relax.
"H- I- please, don't stop..." he murmurs hoarsely, sounding completely different than you've ever heard before. He whimpers again, his head tilted back as he tries to hide the pleasure in his face. He can't believe what he's doing, but he can't turn away.
"Good boy.." Slowly reaching to take off your top, revealing your covered breasts as you start to grind against him, pushing your panties to the side, creating a wet spot on his jeans.
Mike looks down at you, taking in the view as your top is removed, his face getting even pinker as his heart races.
He swallows nervously in response to your wetness, his eyes trailing down your body before they eventually turn back to your face. His cheeks are bright red, his breathing heavy as he glances back down at you, looking into your eyes as you look into his. He takes a long, drawn-out breath, his entire body quivering with anticipation.
"Just take what you want, Mike, no one is stopping you.." You tease, eagerly watching his reaction.
"I- it's..." Mike starts to say, but he can't say no to you, not right now. He leans back, pushing himself deeper into you like he can't help himself, the breath catching in his throat as he takes in the sensation. His eyes are closed as he tries to ignore his own morals.
His eyes snap open, his lips parted as he whispers, "More.."
"You close?" Whispering seductively, moving harder as you feel your climax coming fast.
"Oh, god..." Mike breathes out, his face red, and his eyes roll back into his head. He moans, bucking his hips up against you, feeling himself come close to release as he cums in his pants, feeling you come down from your high.
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day 29, somnophilia
mike schmidt x reader warnings: nsfw 18+, unprotected sex, creampie, free use (kinda), semi-established relationship, neighbor!reader, part 2, part 3 kinktober â ď¸ď¸ main masterlist â ď¸ď¸ read on ao3
You and Mike came to a relatively simple agreement. Youâd watch Abby while he worked nights and heâd repay you by fucking your brains out. He was hot and good in bed, plus Abby spent most of her time in her room. So, you didnât mind your arrangement much.Â
That was until Mike got so busy you hardly saw him enough to receive your payment.
âYou know,â you said as you took a seat at your usual spot on his couch, âyou still owe me from last week.âÂ
He sighed and leaned over you, placing a hand on each side of the back cushion, trapping you.Â
He pressed a kiss to your lips, âI know. Iâll make it up to you. Promise.âÂ
You grinned, âIâll leave the light on for you.âÂ
Mike surprised you that night when he came home late that night, and you had curled yourself up in his bed, fast asleep. You awoke with Mike pressing heated kisses along your neck and his hand between your thighs. He pressed his free hand against your mouth, muffling the desperate moans that fled past your lips.Â
Youâd stay tangled between his sheets until the early morning when youâd sneak back across the street to your own home. Ever since that night, youâd tell him that if you wanted him to wake you up like that. The light was on more often than not.Â
When he started working nights, things became slightly more complicated. By the time he got back in the morning, it was time to wake Abby up for school and you had to get ready for the day. That was until you had the day off and an idea struck you.Â
You were about to head out the door before you turned to Mike, âLeave the light on for me?âÂ
His eyebrows furrowed for a split second before the corners of his mouth quirked up. âYeah, of course,â he nodded and you were out the door, grinning.Â
You waited a few hours, performing menial tasks around your home before you decided it was time to put your plan into action. Abby was off to school and Mike was asleep soundly in his bed, headphones placed securely on his ears and nature sounds drifting out of them. You slowly crept further into Mikeâs room and began to set up the camcorder at the foot of his bed, flinching at the slightest creak of the tripod.Â
You knew Mike wouldnât wake up, but it was more exciting if you made yourself believe there was a chance. You pressed record and giddiness filled you. You made a show of stripping for the camera. You slowly slid off your sweatpants and underwear in one swoop.Â
You picked up the pair of jeans he had on the floor and held them up to the camera, doing your best game show girl impression. You picked up your underwear and tucked them in the front pocket, patting it in before setting them at the foot of his bed. Your shirt was the next to go. You faced the camera as you slowly tugged your shirt over your head, revealing your bare chest underneath.Â
You trailed your fingers up your torso and circled your fingers around your nipples, causing them to harden under your touch. You leaned your head back to give him a full view of your chest as you pinched one of your nipples between your fingers, gasping slightly.Â
You turned and sauntered to his side of the bed where he was sleeping soundly. You ran your fingers gently over his forehead, brushing his hair out of the way, and pressed a kiss to his forehead.Â
He made your job easier by wearing a black t-shirt and briefs and by always sleeping on his back. You threw the blankets covering his form to the side and kneeled beside the bed. Your hands wandered over his thighs before palming him through his briefs.Â
You crawled into bed next to him and your hands drifted past the waistband of his briefs. You stroked him, slowly, before freeing his cock from its confines. You pulled his briefs down and over his balls, just enough for you to access everything freely.
You threw a leg over his thigh and your hand wrapped around his cock once again. He had begun to harden in your grasp but you couldnât quite get enough friction. You slid down his body and turned so the camera could get a clear view of what you were about to do.Â
You held him in your hand and swiped your tongue across the head of his cock. You groaned at the taste of him and enveloped your lips fully around him. You swirled your tongue around the pink-hued tip and Mikeâs breath caught slightly but he didnât stir.Â
You steadily bobbed your head, gradually taking more of him with every stroke. One hand stroked what you couldnât reach while the other gently fondled his balls. You pressed your tongue against the underside of his shaft, and Mikeâs cock twitched in your mouth.Â
You pulled away and licked your lips when the ache between your thighs became too great. You carefully straddled his lap and ground against his cock, spreading your slick. A soft moan left you as the tip hit your clit just right.Â
You brought your hand down to where your bodies met and aligned him with your entrance. The whine that escaped you as you lowered yourself onto him was loud and you slapped a hand over your mouth to muffle it.Â
You missed his hands roaming your body as you rode him, but there was something so pleasurable about seeing the minute changes in his demeanor as you used him. You dipped down to press open-mouthed kisses against the column of his neck. You clenched at the thought of covering him with hickeys to find later. You leaned down and explored his chest with your lips and tongue.Â
You smiled as small red marks covered his neck and chest. You were confident that theyâd blossom into the purple marks you desired once he awoke. You began to rock your hips faster against him as one hand drifted down to circle your clit. You used your free hand to knead your breast, pinching and dragging your fingertip across the bud of your nipple. Your legs were beginning to burn and tremble but the familiar heat pooling in your belly spurred you on.Â
You leaned forward, and the new angle had you reaching your peak in no time. You spasmed around him as you continued to jut your hips against him, riding out your high. A satisfied moan escaped you as you felt Mike twitch within you and he filled you with his cum.Â
You panted softly as you slid off of him. You kissed his lips softly before fixing his briefs and covering him back up. You stopped the recording and quickly got dressed. You tucked the camcorder and tripod under your arm before leaving Mikeâs home. In a few hours, youâd bring him the lunch you made him, tucking the VHS tape inside the paper bag.Â
Youâd hold the door for him, and walk him out to his car, smiling the entire time.Â
âI hope you enjoy your lunch,â youâd mention. Heâd grin, a knowing glint in his eyes. Youâd leave the light on for him for when he came home.
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In your defense it was the week before your period and Mike looked so fucking good, jeans low on his hips and T-shirt clinging to his arms.
âMike,â you whined with your shoulder hunched forward to show your sadness. âCâmon, whoâs really gonna break into an old abandoned kids play place? Itâs just a creepy dump.â
Mike had his back facing you as he dug around in one of his drawers looking for something. His shoulders tensed and raised slightly towards his ears as he sighed.
âDonât start, please. You know I need this job. For Abby,â he rasped. It hurt your heart to see how tired he was. You knew he needed a break.
Searching for some new material to use against him in your argument, your eyes traveled the room. They passed over the bare walls with no luck and continued until they landed on his bed. Navy blue, rough material caught your eye. Mikeâs security vest lay discarded on the bed. Your face lit up with mischief.
âWell, if I canât convince you,â your voice trailed off as you inched towards the mattress. With your eyes locked on Mikeâs back to make sure he didnât turn around, you snatched the best into your grip. A triumphant smile pulled at your lips as you slid the material over your shoulders.
âIâm sorry, baby. Iâll make it up to-,â Mikeâs words cut off as he turned and saw you. His face fell impossibly more at the sight, but you saw the light that filled his eyes. You knew he just didnât want to leave you when you looked so fucking good in his vest.
âOkay, thatâs real cute. Now give it.â
He held his hand out, waiting patiently for you to hand over the cloth. His eyebrows raised in annoyance when you only smirked and crossed your arms. You took a single step backwards and his face morphed into one you only saw when you were being a true brat.
âDo not,â He warned. Your smile widened. He took a step forward. You stepped back again. That did it. Mike lunged towards you and you spun on your heel, sprinting off.
It didnât take long for Mike to catch up. Big, warm, and calloused hands gripped your hips tightly and yanked you back into a hard chest. You didnât have time to process before you were being spun around and lifted off your feet. Your lower abdomen folded over a broad shoulder, you chest hitting Mikeâs back as you were tossed over his shoulder like a potato sack.
You were still disoriented and grappling at the back off his shirt when Mikeâs big hand smacked down on your left ass cheek.
âYou just never fuckinâ listen,â He growled as he carried you back into his room.
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Love and Lust
pairing: mike schmidt x afab!reader
summary:
warnings: unprotected sex, no foreplay, oral (m receiving), creampie??, female pronouns, whiny mike, whiny reader, switch!mike??, teasing, overstim, hair pulling, nipple pinching, not proofread, porn with no plot
word count: 1.3k words
authorâs note: this isn't as needy n whiny as I originally hoped so I hope you guys can forgive me!!! please send requests for what you'd like to see next! very dedicated to @mfdxz because queen has been WAITING for this one
âPlease.â He whined in your ear, licking and sucking at any of the skin on your neck that he could reach. âI need you, now.â
âIâm trying, I canât get your stupid belt unbuckled.â You whined back, sitting up from your position on top of him to try and see the belt buckle better.
âBaby, I am going to cum in my pants if you donât hurry up.â He relaxed his head against the pillows that lined the headboard, chest rising rapidly as he tried to regulate his breathing.Â
On normal days when Abby was home you tried to avoid doing anything sexual, but the second Mike had gotten home the atmosphere shifted. He came up behind you in the kitchen, pressing your ass against the hard-on raging in his jeans, trying to slide his hand under the waistband of your sweats. His fingers made it as far as touching your clit before Abby stumbled in asking for more dinner, a small groan only loud enough for the two of you came out.
The clink of the buckle hitting the floor dissipated any frustration you had, your fingers immediately unzipped his jeans and threw them off somewhere on the floor. Today was one of the few days heâd chosen to go commando, both of you were now appreciating this.
You went back to straddling his waist, grinding down against his cock, your wetness causing your underwear to conform to your folds as you slid his cock between them. His breath hitched at the feeling, he turned his head to the side in an attempt to cover his mouth.Â
âFuck, baby..â Mike groaned, thrusting his hips upwards in an attempt to create more friction.
��Feel good, Mikey?â You teased, moving down his body to sit in between his legs.
âBaby..â Is all he could muster in response, anything else was lost the second you put the tip of his cock in your mouth.
The feeling of him in your mouth, hard and leaking from the need to fuck you, caused a moan to vibrate around him. He tried to close his legs at the feeling, you hadnât even done anything and yet it was all too much already. Your hands pushed them back open, taking his cock as far as it could go, your nose was pressing against his pubic bone. You hollowed your cheeks as you pulled off of him, using your tongue to swirl around it as you went.
You climbed back up his body, straddling his waist yet again, and placing your lips against his. The kiss was needy and messy, strings of saliva connecting your chins together. His fingers found your hair, entangling themselves at the base and pulling your head back. He needed you, and he was tired of letting you have that control.
âI said, I needed you, now.â He grunted, nipping at your exposed collarbone.
Mike lifted your shirt and threw it to the growing pile of clothes on the floor, latching onto one of your nipples and rolling the other in between his fingers. You threw your head back at the sensation, trying to hold yourself up against him in an attempt to keep control. Any ounce of control that you had left disappeared when your hair was yanked backwards, causing a loud whimper to leave your mouth and Mike to slap a hand over it.Â
The sound of Abby shuffling around in her room stopped the two of you in your tracks, the soft padding of her footsteps passed by the bedroom door. You exchanged a look, it was past her bedtime, and he was off to go check on her. Nights when Abby left her room after her initial bedtime meant sheâd be more likely to leave more times throughout the night, sometimes she just wasnât tired and sometimes she just couldnât sleep, itâs how she worked.
You heard the two of them exchanging muffled words quickly followed by their footsteps back into her room. To save time, in the chance Abby did leave her room again, you threw your underwear into the pile on the floor.
âShe needed water.â He mumbled, closing the door and locking it behind him, throwing off the sweats heâd put on in a hurry.Â
The bed dipped as he climbed up you, kissing his way up your body. His fingers slid between your folds, collecting your wetness and bringing the fingers to your mouth. He tapped your lips, an indicator that he wanted you to open your mouth, and slid his fingers in when you opened them.
âHow do you taste, sweet girl? Let me taste.â Mike removed his fingers from your mouth and leaned closer to kiss you, swirling his tongue around yours. âFuuuck.â
Two fingers swirled at your entrance, pushing in slightly as his other hand covered your mouth just in case. He curled his fingers, brushing against the soft, spongy spot inside of you. Your body jerked against him, whining against his hand.Â
âShhh, Iâll take care of you, I promise.â He whispered in your ear, a low groan following behind it as he removed his fingers and replaced them with his cock.
The stretch was wonderful, stinging slightly at the lack of prep but an oh so delicious sting. A small whine escaped his throat, hips stuttering slightly at the feeling of your warm cunt stretching around him. His eyes were squeezed shut, trying to keep himself quiet and to stop himself from cumming so soon. There was just something about having to be quiet and the dire need to fuck you into the mattress was sending him into a spiral, his eyes were just as glazed over as yours were.
His hips thrusted in and out, fingers fumbling around your chest as he searched for your nipples. You brought your hands to your mouth, despite most of your moans and whines getting caught in your throat every time his hips pushed back in, the chance of being caught bringing an overwhelming sense of excitement.
âBaby, fuuckâŚbaby.â Mike moaned, splaying one hand on your stomach and bringing the other to his mouth.Â
He was holding on by a thread, orgasm threatening to spill all over your insides with every thrust, heâd been waiting for this all day and now that it was finally here he couldnât even hold on.Â
âI need to cum..â He whined, leaning over so your knees were against your chest and his mouth was by your ear.
âInside..â You managed to choke out, keeping one hand on your mouth and digging the other into the skin of his bicep, small moon shaped indents appearing.
After you finished your one word sentence he painted your insides with a low groan, sweaty forehead laying itself in the crook of your neck as he continued to thrust in and out. The over-stimulation was too much but he was determined to get you off, he slithered a hand between your bodies. He drew figure eights over your clit as he continued his thrusting, sucking and licking at the skin of your neck.
âMikeyâŚMikey..â Your words were breathy and almost inaudible, all you could think, hear, smell, taste was just Mike.
He was overwhelming your senses in the best way and all you wanted was to live in this blissful state forever, full of him. One more thrust had your mind reeling, body shaking, sharp white pleasure searing through your veins as your orgasm ripped through you. He slapped another hand over your mouth, continuing his thrusts to help work you through your orgasm.
âMike? What are you doing to her?â Abby asked innocently, standing at the open door that didnât latch when he thought he locked it.
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five nights at freddyâs except instead of five nights at the pizzeria mike spends five nights in my bedâźď¸
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no lube, no protection, all night, all day, from the kitchen floor to the toilet seat, from the dining table to the bedroom, from the bathroom sink to the shower, from the front porch to the balcony, vertically, horizontally, quadratic, exponential, logarithmic, while I gasp for air, scream and see the light, missionary, cowgirl, reverse cowgirl, doggy, backwards, sideways, upside down, on the floor, in the bed, on the couch, on a chair, being carried against the wall, outside, in a train, on a plane, in the car, on a motorcycle, the the bed of a truck, on a trampoline, in a bounce house, in the pool, bent over, in the basement, against the window, have the most toe curling, back arching, leg shaking, dick throbbing, fist clenching, ear ringing, mouth drooling, ass clenching, nose sniffling, eye watering, eye rolling, hip thrusting, earthquaking, sheet gripping, knuckles cracking, jaw dropping, hair pulling, teeth jitterbug, mind boggling, soul snatching, overstimulating, vile, sloppy, moan inducing, heart wrenching, spine tingling, back breaking, atrocious, gushy, creamy, beastly, lip biting, gravity defying, nail biting, sweaty, feet kicking, mind blowing, bone breaking, world ending, black hole creating, universe destroying, head nodding, soul evaporating, volcano erupting, trembling, sheets soaked, hair drenched, flabbergasting, lip locking, skin peeling, eyelash removing, eye widening, pussy popping, nail scratching, back cuts, spectacular, brain cell desolving, hair ripping, mouth foaming, heavenly, awakening, devils tango ever bro could cause a nuclear bomb inside me and I'd still ride
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Mike Shmidt x fem! Reader
⥠Content Warning . oral, somno, rimming, pnv, breeding, marking, degradation and praise, dom! Mike
Mike Schmidt who lays in between your parted thighs on his day off. His hands settle on either side of your hips, and his nose presses against your cunt. And although youâre so needy for it, needy for him, he just⌠lays there. Your scent surrounds his senses, filling him up and making him happy. Just laying there smelling you gets his cock so hard but heâs so tired that he doesnât want to do anything.
Mike Schmidt who will always give in to your whiny begs for his mouth after a few moments. Soon his tongue is parting your folds and heâs licking you to his heartâs content. Whimpers leave his lips as his lips slurp up your slick, his sleepy doe eyes rolling back at the taste of you.
Mike Schmidt who spends as much money as he can on you. Not even getting mad when you âaccidentallyâ go over his spending limit. You begin to cry when he asks you, but he just coos softly as he holds your hand.
âItâs okay. Iâm not going to be mad at you if you tell me the truth, okay?â And then, shortly after, as heâs unbuckling his pants, âYou can make it up to me, gorgeous.â
Mike Schmidt who facefucks his gorgeous, dumb babyâ aka, you. He makes sure to grab extra tight onto your hair and thrust himself messily into your tight little throat. His balls slap against your chin and he makes so many noises as he uses you. This is supposed to be a punishment, so he makes you get off on the nearest object instead of his cock.
Mike Schmidt who coos at you, pouting mockingly as he sees you rub your swollen clit against his work shoe.
âAww, baby. Do you need to cum?â
Your eager nodding makes him chuckle, and he yanks you further down onto his cock until your nose is pressed against the brown hair at his base, pressing his shoe harder onto your pussy.
âThatâs too bad. This is your punishment, sweetie, remember? Be a good slut and cum just like that.â
Mike Shmidt who, days later, has you clinging onto him as he holds you up with his strong arms. A camera in front of him, filming the entire thing, as his cock jackhammers into your sweet cunt. Groaning, whispering, âfuck, good girl, taking my dick so good, look at you, yes, baby, yes.â
Mike Shmidt who slams you against the nearest wall, cock still inside you, tip abusing your cervix over and over as he increases his pace. Using his teeth to leave an incredibly prominent bite mark on your that draws blood.
Mike Shmidt who cums inside you, moaning and saying that heâs gonna fuck a baby into you. He fills you up until youâre overflowing and then some, making sure to shove it back in with his fingers afterwards. He wants you to be a mommy so badly, and heâs going to make sure that it takes.
Mike Shmidt who timidly asks for a rim job one night. His cheeks redden as he asks the question, his pretty doe eyes avoiding your gaze.
âYou donât have to, if you donât want to.â He states shyly. The once dominant boy has now become incredibly shaken, but you just smile at him and excitedly agree.
Mike Shmidt whoâs riding your face a few minutes later, hole clenching up on your tongue. He doesnât want to hurt you, but at the same hes got this growling tone in his voice as he praises you. It seems that his dominant side has come back.
Mike Shmidt who groans from above you, working his cock and balls with his own hand.
âYouâre so filthy, baby. Fuck, your tongue feels so good.â
âMy sweet little angel, doinâ so good fâme.â
Mike Shmidt whoâs puffy ring of muscle clenches as he finally shoots warm cum all over the bed, overstimulating himself and demanding that you lick all of seed up as he gets his dick up again watching you.
Mike Shmidt who loves to keep a pair of your lace panties wrapped around his car mirror. He lied to Abby and said that it was a scarf you had given him.
Mike Schmidt who fucks you during one of his shiftsâ he had a hard day, so he demands that you come and see him. He forces your legs apart and bends you over the security desk, and spanks your ass raw to relieve some of his anger.
Mike Shmidt who lets you play with him when heâs asleep. His dreams go away when you wrap your mouth around his soft cock and choke on him with sweet, sleepy tears rolling down your cheeks. When he wakes up, he praises you for taking care of him.
âOh, baby. So needy, so good fâme.â
âThatâs it, good girl, choke on itâ no, no, honey donât try to pull off. You wanted this cock, so Iâm gonna give it to you, okay?â
âSo beautiful. Câmere, let me taste that cute pussy.â
Mike Schmidt holding you after a hard day. Knowing you need a distraction, he lets you grind against his thigh as a way to relieve so stress. He presses you to him and leaves small marks against your neck.
âJust think about me, okay? Think about my hands, my mouthâŚâ
âAwww, sweetheart. I know, I know. Lifeâs been so hard lately, hasnât it? But thatâs okay. Mikeyâs here, baby. Gonna make it aaaaall better.â
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todays unhinged thought: dry humping. making a boy cum his pants from your grinding alone. Maybe heâs inexperienced or just very sensitive, maybe itâs his first time, but youâve got that pretty bulge in his pants trapped right up against your hips when you sit in his lap facing him. Maybe it started off as just innocent kissing, but you brushed up against his bulge trying to readjust your position and suddenly heâs grabbing you and pulling you close enough to grind on it. Youâre humping messy, no coordination as the two of you desperately stroke and grind and bump against each other. You feel his cock twitching from inside his pants, begging to be jacked off and get some proper release. Youâre just teasing him, figuring rubbing fabric will just get him riled up, thatâs it. His grasp on your hips gets tighter and tighter and his little whines and moans slip faster and faster into your mouth when you kiss and suddenly he very abruptly stops. He lets out a low whine and his entire face is flushed bright red and it takes you a couple seconds to put together what happened until you see the dark patch forming on the front of his pants. He came a fat sticky load in his boxers from just you grinding on him alone. You coo at him, teasing him as he hides his face in embarrassment. The best part is when you unzip his pants and pull him out of his boxers heâs still rock hard and covered in his own sticky seed, even more sensitive to each and every one of your touches.
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A Different Kind of Compensation.
part two!
pairing: mike schmidt x fem!reader
prompt: youâve been babysitting abby for mike nearly three months now. he constantly apologizes for not paying you yet, you constantly tell him it doesn't bother you. one night he comes back from his shift at freddyâs and has a different idea on how to compensate you for all of your hard work.
warnings: 18+, oral (fem receiving), vaginal fingering (kinda???), munch!mike.
word count: this was supposed to be a short dirty work that somehow turned into a 2.2k monster. told you i love to ramble.
authors note: remember when i said i might write smut if i was just so moved by an ask? well turns out my very first ask moved me. y'all are nasty, i love it. mike, of course, is a munch because why would he be anything else? i never, with a capital N, write smut so please bear with me if it sucks. i hope whoever requested this loves it! i wrote it instead of finishing my scientific article for bio so it better be decent hehe.
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The sound of the front door opening followed by heavy footsteps woke you up from where you were dozing off on the couch. You gazed at the clock on the side table near you and sure enough, 6:10 blinked back at you. Mike was finally home. You heard him shuffling around in the kitchen, most likely shedding his work vest and hanging his keys on the little hook by the door.
You yawned, trying to rub the sleep out of your eyes as you sat up on the couch. The blanket you used to cover yourself falling to pool around your waist. Mike finally made his way to the living room, sitting on the couch with a soft grunt.Â
âHey,â he said quietly, his voice rough from lack of use. âAbby eat anything?â
âYeah, a little,â You mutter back through a barely concealed yawn, head lolling to rest on the back of the couch. âYou know how she is.â
He hums in acknowledgement but stays silent apart from that, keeping his gaze trained on the infomercial playing on TV. A comfortable silence settles over the two of you. You sit up even further on the couch, leaning against the arm rest facing Mike. The blue/green hue of the TV bathed him in light, his hair was unruly with curls sticking out at awkward angles. He had deep bags under his eyes. Just as you thought about getting up to take off, he spoke up again.Â
âI promise Iâll get you the money,â he says softly, not taking his eyes off the TV, âIâŚI just need some time.â
You scoff in mock annoyance, crossing your arms in front of your chest. âMike, you know I donât care about the money. I donât mind doing this for you.â You reply, nudging his knee with your foot softly then just leaving it perched on his lap.
Mike finally turns to look at you, there's a strange look on his face that you canât quite place, but you give him a small smile all the same. He stares at you for a few beats, you can practically see the gears turning in his head.Â
âYou deserve something,â he whispers, his brows furrowed in frustration. âYou do so much for me, itâs only fair.â As he speaks, he slowly moves his hand off the couch to your ankle still resting on his thigh, he starts rubbing slow circles over the skin there. His eyes never left yours as he touched you, a very obvious question in them. Asking if you wanted this.
Heat instantly rushed to your belly, cheeks turning a light shade of red at his touch. Youâd always thought Mike was attractive, but you never would have imagined heâd want to be anything more than friends. Since he was already so busy with taking care of Abby and his hellish new job.
You swallow once before speaking, your throat feeling dry all of a sudden. âWhat are you suggesting?â You ask so softly, wondering if he even heard you. Mikesâ fingers stop in favor of trailing his hand up your calf in a featherlight touch, disappearing under the blanket to seek out more of your soft skin. Your heart is beating so fast you think you might die, the sound of it echoing in your ears loudly.Â
Mike's big brown eyes stare into yours with a newfound intensity, visibly shocked that you're reacting so viscerally to his touch, his pupils are blown to hell. Chocolate brown being swallowed by black. His tongue coming out to sweep over his top lip.
âHow about you,â he says slowly, scooting closer to you on the small couch. He crowds into your personal space like he belongs there. Mikeâs lips inches away from yours. He smells like old leather and dust from being cramped in the security office at Freddyâs. Your chest heaves as your eyes flit back and forth from his eyes to his lips. Seconds drag by like hours as you painstakingly wait for him to finish his sentence. âStay right there while I make you feel good.â He finally says, his breath fanning over your face hotly. You canât even speak, afraid of how desperate you might sound, just nodding your head roughly, not looking away from his hungry gaze.
Mikeâs hand runs up your leg quickly after you give him the green-light, slipping further under the blanket and higher up your leg until he reaches his destination. He rubs you gently through your shorts, your breath hitches sharply at what should be just a simple touch, but youâre still so worked up from earlier that it feels ten times more extreme. You grasp the blanket still strewn over your lap tightly in your fists, it's the only thing keeping you from seeing Mikeâs hand at work between your legs.
Mike reacts to touching you for the first time like he can feel it too. His breath stutters out of his chest, eyes fluttering shut at the feeling of your already wet folds through your thin cotton sleeping shorts. âFuck.â He breathes out quietly, so quietly you doubt he even meant to say it out loud. He opens his eyes again, breathing slightly rougher as he stares at you through his arousal induced haze and heavy eyelids.Â
Seeing your face must spur him on because he starts rubbing with more fervor than before, his clever fingers applying more pressure making you moan softly. You cut yourself off quickly, eyes darting down the hall to Abby's bedroom door. It's still closed, there's no light leaking through the crack between it and the floor.
"Shit, Mike." You whine quietly.
Mike groans softly at the sound of his name leaving your lips, body trembling slightly with the feeling. Suddenly he wrenches his hand out from under the blanket, and rips it off your lap frantically. You gasp sharply at the cool air breaking through the bubble of warmth the blanket provided, involuntarily closing your legs.
Mike pushes up from his position on the couch next to you, knee walking over so he's kneeling in-front of your clenched thighs. You're still slightly sprawled across the cushions, leaning on the arm of the couch.
"Do you know how crazy you make me?" He asks roughly, putting both his hands on your still closed knees. It takes a second for your brain to catch up to answer him, after a few moments you finally manage a faint shake of your head.
"No?" He asks, tilting his head to the left slightly. "Let me show you then."
Mike grabs your wrist, tugging you closer to him, and leads your hand down into his lap. Your breath catches in your throat when he places your hand directly over his clothed erection, but it gets drowned out by Mike's louder whine thanks to you touching him for the first time. You drag your eyes downward, his dark grey sweatpants leave little to the imagination. He got more worked up touching you than you first thought, if the wet patch forming near the tip of his hard-on was anything to go by.
As soon as you started to rub him with purpose, Mike grabbed your wrist, halting your efforts. "No," He said breathlessly, practically panting. "No, this is for you tonight. Just wanna focus on you."
He let go of your wrist, turning his head in your direction. Both of you failed to realize how close you'd gotten when he dragged you to him. Your noses practically touch when he turns, catching you both off guard. His eyes travel down to your lips, staring at how red and puffy they'd gotten from you biting them to muffle your moans.
"How sweet of you, Mike." You whisper, leaning in just a tad closer. He lets out a guttural groan and closes the distance between your lips, claiming your mouth with his own. He leans forward, gently guiding you to lay back on the couch. His body completely covering yours as the two of you makeout, his arms on either side of your head and his hips slotting against yours, letting you feel the hard length of his cock against your cunt. You moan into his mouth, your hips bucking up to meet his.
Mike breaks the kiss with a whine, trying to muffle the noise by shoving his face in your neck. You bring your hands up to tangle in his curly hair, yanking it roughly as he starts littering kisses all along your collarbones. Nipping and sucking in-between his gasping little moans as you twist and pull his hair in your grip.
He tears his mouth away to stare up at you through his lashes, his lips are swollen and red. âPlease,â He gasps out, his hips unconsciously grinding down into your thigh. âLet me eat you out. Please. Tell me I can, say I can.â He babbles, hips rutting faster every second you donât answer him.
âYes.â You exclaim as quietly as possible. âDo it, Mike. Eat me out.â
Mikeâs whole body shudders at your words, eyes falling closed for a second before he quickly slides down your body, leaving an odd kiss here and there as he goes. He brings his hands up to grip the waistband of your shorts, pausing to take a single steadying breath, then he tugs them down along with your panties and tosses them aside. He stares down at you in awe for a good few moments before he lays on his stomach, right in front of your dripping cunt.
Mike kisses along the inside of your thighs for a bit, licking everywhere but where you want him to the most. âThank you.â he mutters, tone way too earnest for the situation at hand but you donât have much time to think about it before heâs diving face first into your thighs.
âFuck!â You let your voice get way too loud in the quiet atmosphere of the house, but you canât help it. You didnât think Mike had lots of experience because of some late night drunken talks before, but he was either lying or holding out. He works his tongue expertly along every inch of you. Every swirl, flick, or suck has you catapulting to the edge way faster than youâd imagined.
It doesn't help that Mike keeps letting out these noises. Small needy whines or deep guttural groans that you can feel. Heâs moaning like heâs the one getting head, unashamed and authentic. Itâs so fucking sexy.
âShit Mike, Iâm close. Iâm so close.â You whisper too quietly for him to hear with his head trapped between your thighs, but it doesnât matter. Mike brings his thumb up to lightly circle your clit as he laps against your entrance, and you're gone.
Your thighs shake as you release, grabbing on Mikeâs hair for dear life as you go through the most intense orgasm ever. He moans into your cunt, working you through the aftershocks. He laves his tongue along you until the overstimulation gets to be too much and you drag his face away by his hair.
He sits up, the bottom half of his face covered in spit and slick. That visual alone is almost enough to get you ready for round two. Itâs silent except for the heavy breathing coming from you both.
After he catches his breath, Mike retrieves the blanket from behind his back somewhere to cover the lower half of your body. Your thighs are still shaking as he lays next to you, itâs a tight squeeze but neither of you seem to mind. He kisses the side of your face sweetly, throwing his arm around your waist to pull you in even closer.
You finally regain enough conscience to speak. âAre you sure you donât want to get off?â You ask, âI mean I canât feel my legs but Iâm sure we could think of something.â Mike only laughs quietly, shaking his head. âMaybe next time, this was about you.â He said, beginning to rub his fingers back and forth on your hip. âPlus I, uh, I already sort ofâŚâ He trails off, a flush forming on his cheeks.
It took you a second to realize what he was saying, but when it clicked you couldnât help the small giggle that escaped your mouth. You lifted up the blanket covering the two of you, and sure enough Mike had an impressive wet patch seeping through his sweats.
He pinches your hip lightly, offended by your giggling. âDonât laugh at me,â He complains with a smile, yanking the blanket back up. âI couldnât help it.â
You stifle another laugh to the best of your ability, though your shoulders still shake ever so slightly. You turn your head to press a kiss to his lips. Itâs different from the previous kisses you shared tonight. Itâs slower and softer, full of a new emotion that you both feel, but know that it can wait to be talked about later. For now youâre both just basking in the afterglow.
You break the kiss first, pulling back only slightly to lean your forehead against his. You both smile at each other for a second.
âOkay,â You give in, brushing a strand of sweaty hair away from his face. âBut believe that tomorrow is all about you.â
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my type if you care
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mike who goes "you still with me?" after he's fucked you just a little too good. when you're unresponsive, blinking up at the ceiling, stomach rising and falling with controlled breaths designed to bring you back, he strokes at the skin on the top of your thighs with his rough hands, sprinkling kisses along any skin in his nearest vicinity, even your cunt that still spasms around absolutely nothing. you flinch then, and mike can't help but chuckle cruelly as he speaks an apology into the fat of your inner thigh.
"m sorry, baby. you know i can't get enough." his gaze lifted to look at you, mischief shrouding any ounce of sincerity in that apology that might've existed. "will you let me have one final taste? just a little bit more?" he's already fucked you to an orgasm that rendered you useless in your current state, yet he wants more, just for his own pleasure. you're silent, considering the options, gathering the minimal thoughts you have in your hazed mind. all it takes is for mike to give you the sweetest "please" ever, and you're agreeing, spreading your legs enough to invite him in.
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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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