Mmmm Thinkin Abt Mike Struggling To Be Quiet When Youre Fucking. SMUT 17+

mmmm thinkin abt mike struggling to be quiet when you’re 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 couldn’t 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.

“mike, please. you gotta be quiet.” you plea through your own barely concealed moan.

he sighs, face scrunching. “i know. i’m sorry, baby. i’m trying.”

but apparently not hard enough as you’re 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 you’re bouncing on his cock, nails lightly scratching down his chest.

“still so loud, mikey. we might have to get a muzzle for nights like these. what’d you think?”

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."

Hi! So how would 141+ Alejandro & könig react to there fem y/n who has there love language be acts of service and giftgiving, and it’s kind of a people pleaser? Like to the point to where they will neglect their own needs to make sure that they are taken care of first?

no need to call me out pal… but i love this idea sm.

tags: just fluff + angst if you squint

simon ‘ghost’ riley. he’s never been in a relationship where he’s the one being spoiled. he’s barely spoiled anyone himself. when you buy him small things like a german shepherd keychain or a skull hat, it means everything to him. when he comes back from deployment and the house is clean and bath water is being ran for him. he’s never felt more appreciated. he also notices that you strictly take care of him only. not yourself. he steps in. you come home from work to see that dinner is already made and the laundry is nicely folded on your dresser. you pull him into a tight hug and place a chaste kiss on his lips. muttering small ‘thank you’s’ over and over.

johnny ‘soap’ mavtavish. he lives for the gifts you get him. even if it’s something as small as a new pair of socks. he will cherish it until they disappear. he adores how sweet you are and how you always show him nothing but love. you make him feel like the luckiest man on earth even on his worst days. however he hates when you get caught up in only making him happy. what he’ll do is pamper you in your favorite things and whisper sweet praises in your ear to remind you how loved you truly are.

john price. thinks it’s cute how you’ll do anything to please him. he’ll sing praises in your ears in passing and lend a gentle touch as reassurance. he’s old fashioned so although he loves what you do for him, he feels like he should do a lot of the work in the relationship. he will never let you get the chance to not prioritize yourself. he will remind you in any way possible. verbally, over text, a sticky note on the fridge. anything.

kyle ‘gaz’ garrick. sweetest man ever. every time you present something you bought him, he will go insane over it. peppers you in kisses and explains how it’s the best gift he’s ever received. he never fails to make you feel special, all in return for how special you make him feel. even when you’re feeling drained from giving your all, he reminds you that everything you do is appreciated.

alejandro vargas. loves when you offer to do simple house keeping chores. especially after a long deployment or just a bad day, it helps him relax so much when you go out of your way to make his environment comfortable. he won’t let you do too much work because he knows you sometimes get ahead of yourself and overwork yourself. so he’ll usher you to come cuddle up on the couch with him.

könig. the both of you are givers. he will come home with your favorite food just because. in return, you’ll give him a massage to loosen him up a bit. however sometimes the two of you become drained at the same time, and it results in a lot of big emotions. when that happens he’ll have the two of you sit together in eachother arms and just talk about everything and nothing.

this is genuinely so real

want his balls stuffed so far down my throay

lovely work done by @loneghostwolf !!!

mike schmidt fanfic reqs OPEN. OPEN AS FUCK!!!!

i seen someone do this with Keegan but could you pretty please write sleepy morning sex with könig 🙏🙏🙏

i can do that absolutely

tags: smut, fluffy aftercare, this is so short guys i’m sorry

you wake up to the familiar feeling of könig’s heavy, calloused hands kneading circles in your hips. you roll over and give your boyfriend a messy ‘good morning’ kiss, but instead of leaving it there, he keeps going. arms sleepily grabbing your ass and giving it soft taps. he instructs you to turn back around so the two of you are in a spooning position. he pulls your underwear to the side and pulls down his own, letting his hard, leaky dick spring onto his stomach.

“been like this all morning, maus”. he lets his lips linger by your ear as he slowly works his dick into your drooling hole. his thrusts are far more gentle than they typically are, creating an extremely comfortable and intimate moment. könig makes a trail of pinkish hickies down the side of your neck, pressing the flat of his tongue down on your pulse point. you selfishly grind your hips down into könig’s in desperate search for more. he doesn’t scold you this time, instead allowing you to make yourself feel good on his cock.

“m close kö, so sensitive in the mornings”. he grabs your hand and presses light kisses on your knuckles as you reach your high, riding it out at your own pace. he follows soon after you, finishing inside where he stays for awhile.

when he pulls out you whine at the loss of contact. könig hushes you by moving you to face him again, murmuring praises and leaving wet kisses all over your face. he wraps an arm around your lower back and you cuddle into his intoxicated scent, letting the relaxation consume you and falling back asleep.

ya.

thinking thoughts…

warnings: suggestive, 18+, nsfw- could be fleshed out… just a little thought for your Thursday.

thinking about playing a prank on Miguel saying you’re getting a tattoo done (it’ll be airbrush for the sake of the idea) with friends and when you come back to him, his spider symbol is airbrushed onto you as a tramp stamp tattoo.

he wouldn’t know how to respond at first, maybe just pure shock because it’s obvious as to why you would want to go without him to get a tattoo. Let alone one of his own symbol he wears on his suit.

“It’s not permanent, Migs. For now.” You’d chuckle, observing his shocked state as he attempts to process the new art where your back dimples are located.

He’d ask how long it lasts. Just so he can measure how many nights he’d have you on all fours, your velvet walls sucking him in as he thrusts deep into you.

“A month. Why?” You’d chuckle, starting to see the excitement in his eyes form at the thought of you splayed underneath him, a myriad of curses and moans escaping as he ruts into you, one hand on your back, touching the pretty delicate art as he tugs your head back to press kisses against your neck, all his to cover in his own forms of ink and art.

“No reason.” He’d smirk, before gripping your hips and getting you on all fours.

“I’m sure it’ll last a couple rounds, querida.”