Marie Antoinette (2006)

marie antoinette (2006)

flew too close to the sun on this one im compromised

suggestive ahead !

basorexia. mike schmidt

mike always chases after your lips when you pull away from him after long minutes of making out, lips plump and swollen looking for yours. mike who will never, and i mean ever, pull away first, not caring if the air from his lungs disappears, not caring if he chokes and coughs and turns red. he’d gladly let the air drain out if it meant staying attached to your lips forever.

his clinginess only accentuated as your relationship went on, makeout sessions ensuing daily, the second his hand sneaked around your waist to pull you in. it often went on longer than it should, meaning you frequently arrived late at work or dropped abby off to school a few good minutes after closing, having to discuss with her teacher and make up dumb excuses.

mike was notorious for losing sleep. it was no unusual thing to see him walking around the house with eyebags under his beautiful brown eyes that threatened to close at any second. but if one night, as you both lay on the couch watching tv, kissing ensued? he’s set on spending hours in your arms, kissing every inch of skin on your face, neck and chest, often trailing them down your figure and down between your legs.

“mikey..” you whisper shakily before his lips attack yours again like he’s a man starved. with each press of his lips, he spilt his affections into your mouth, marking his love into your skin and mouth, leaving it in the form of a sweet flavour for your tongue to taste. he doesn’t respond, humming softly against you as he deepens the kiss.

“mike” you changed your tone, barely escaping him. no use. it was as if his mind abandoned his body, leaving it on autopilot to do what it does best: worshipping you. you couldn’t lie and say you wanted to pull away. you understood him completely, it was quite addicting. however, it was pretty hard to concentrate on him as your lungs gave out. you tap his shoulder repeatedly, making him pull away with half-lidded eyes.

“you okay?” his eyes bore into yours, soft and staggered breaths spilling away from his spit-covered lips. his curls fell lazily on his head, stubble growing on his face and coffee-coloured orbs checking you out shamelessly, going over your lips again and again. you decide to close your eyes, trying to catch your breath. you knew you had no chance of doing so if you continued to stare at the man before you.

“yeah.. just.. can’t breathe” you let out a tired sigh as mike chuckles, a low chuckle that makes your skin tingle. his hands find their way under your clothes, under the hoodie you had yet again stolen from him (not that he complained), the cold of his fingers clashing with your hot skin. he counters that by pressing more warm, loving kisses to your neck and jaw, not wanting to pull away.

“have you eaten today?” your own stomach rumbles signalise you to stare at the clock. 10:35 pm. mike doesn’t reply, only humming dismissively before your hand goes to his back, caressing it. “has abby?”

“mm.. don’t think so.. says she doesn’t want to” he clarifies between kisses as you sigh, shutting your eyes. you knew with everything going on, as much as mike loved his sister it was hard for him to keep pressing her to eat. you were determined to take on that role, palms slowly pushing him away so he faced you. disappointment lies in his features.

“i think…” your hands soften his shirt, fingers stopping to graze the skin of his neck “we should order a pizza” you give him a small smile, earning another in return as his fingers tap the sides of your waist.

“sure” and he’s back on your lips again, pushing his tongue into your mouth and tasting it like he hadn’t done it in weeks. it was hard to have him pull away, after all, he was the one on top of you, not the other way around. his grip on your waist tightens as he feels the touch of your hands on his shoulders.

“mike, the pizza isn’t gonna order itself” and there goes the look of disappointment, once again. there were two things you couldn’t pry mike away from: his sister, whom he always strived to provide for and keep by his side and now you, who comforted him in his hardest times, which resulted in him not being able to pull away from you even if he tried.

“nononono, come back, baby.. please…” he drags you back down with a desperate plead, just as you try to push him off. you sigh, defenceless, giving in and letting yourself get pulled in again. you hated the idea of parting from his embrace, yet you also wanted to take care of him and abby, or, as she recently had called it, your new family. after 5 long minutes of kissing you tap his shoulder again. mike pulls away in a haze once more, dragging your bottom lip slightly between his teeth.

“i’m serious, mike. i need to order that pizza” mike sighs, rolling his eyes a bit and stealing a few more pecks. you smiled as you felt his hard-on poke at your thigh. the extra-desperation was now explained.

“be quick…” he begged as you got up, dialling the number and starting to order. there was a new kid at the pizzeria, one that made sure to take his time while jotting down your order and repeating it to you. that being said, it’s no wonder you soon felt mike’s grabby hands on your waist, chin resting on your shoulder as he pressed his ear to the phone.

he frowns, annoyance in his eyes as he whispers “come on.. he got it, let’s go back….” you shush him, trying to focus on the phone call. the second you put it back into the receiver, mike’s lips chase after yours.

“slow down” you giggle as he groans, pressing his forehead on yours and gently pulling you closer, taking another quick taste of your lips. his hands play with your clothes, twisting and pulling at the fabric. your fingers tangle into his curls, smiling against his lips. but the moment you feel him becoming touchy, however…

“woah, there! not now” mike pouts, going limp into your touch. he looks like a puppy who got yelled at “the pizza’s going to be here soon and abby is a few doors over. not yet” your reassurance doesn’t work as he buries his face into your neck with a needy sigh.

“we can be quick…” he whispers, digits drawing circles on your back. you shake your head in dismissal.

it’s not long after that abby bursts out of her room, ready to show you some new drawing of hers featuring you three as the main characters. the pizza delivery follows quickly after and you raise your eyebrows convincingly to mike as you both lay the table. he responds with a scoff, rolling his eyes with a small smile.

you sit at the table, chatting with abby as you stuff your empty stomachs with some savoury pizza, emptying the three boxes with ease. mike’s hand lingers on your thigh, rubbing it silently as the dinner passes. you could feel his longing stares burn into your skin, see his bottom lip disappear between his teeth as he watches you.

you were sure that the second you both tucked abby into bed, you were not going to get any sleep. after all, aren’t you mean for pushing him away for so long? you definitely need to make up for the minutes lost by giving him the attention he craves the entire night. and he’s determined not to let go of your lips this time.

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i can’t let this thought go and want to request this to all my fav mike schmidt x reader fic writers but i LOVEEE the idea of reader standing and mike wrapping his arms around their torso while he’s sitting and leaning his face into their stomach—— AAAAHHHH im going insane.

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i NEED a thirst of mike walking in on shy!innocent! reader trying to get off and she gets so embarrassed when he catches her and he teases her while helping her!!

there's about another hour before you're required to peel yourself from the wrinkly warmth of mike's unmade bed and wake the slumbering girl down the hallway up for school. the red of the alarm clock's numbers cast an eerie glow over the tangled sheets, and you use the dim lighting to find the knotted ties of your joggers. once you wriggle your fingers underneath the band without the worry of a constricted wrist, you nearly fumble with the cotton hem of your panties, until your fingers are able to find the dewy slick that clings at your tired pussy.

with goodnight kisses smeared against your temple, mike had draped his body over yours the night prior, chest sticky against your back. hot breath in your ear, pelvis clapping against your bottom as he bottomed out with each forced thrust inside your cunt. promises of the next morning were fleeting when he scrambled to get dressed, already running out of the bedroom with unbuttoned jeans, and with his spend oozing lazily out of you.

you're quickly reminded with the sticky remnants that coat your fingertips, and with a breathy groan you use the lubricant as means to reveal your clit. you rub heavy-handed circles against the aching nerves, sometimes delving down between slick folds to gather more semen.

your chest heaves from the mattress when the fingers find a permanent spot against your hole, one digit first to ease the rigid muscles into their practiced, relaxed state, and then two when the pressure against your g-spot isn't satisfactory.

your palm is flat against your mound, fingers messily scissoring against your gummy walls, rubbing against sensitive zones until your toes are curling into the navy blue sheets.

"oh mike," you trill in a breathy moan, grinding down against the slight application of pressure that the heel of your hand provides against your clit, other hand creeping up to twist at a clothed nipple.

your fingers squelch inside your cunt as they move faster, messy in their uncoordinated thrusting, and your thighs nearly clamp down over your hand when a throaty chuckle echoes from the doorway. "g'morning, baby."

your mouth goes desert-dry, but the thought of removing your hand from between your thighs isn't present. "hi.."

mike makes sure to keep his footsteps quiet as he glides over, discarding his uniform first, and then pulling at his belt. "you okay, over there?"

you lick over your lips, jaw clenching as you slowly creep your hand away from your cunt, a trail of moisture slicking across your abdomen. "um.. yeah?"

"couldn't wait for me, could you?" he taunts, climbing onto the bed until he's looming over you, weight braced with two sturdy arms bracketing your midriff.

he leans in for a kiss, which you reciprocate with warbling lips, gasping onto his tongue when he sinks his teeth into your lower lip. "didn't know what time it was." you fib.

"6:25, babe," course fingertips ghost over the wet mess between your thighs before he finds your clit, applying a delicate pressure. "but that's alright, i know you couldn't do it without me." another kiss. "i'll help you, now."