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A Harmless Sleepover (Steven Grant Request)

Pairing: Steven Grant (Moon Knight) x Reader

Rating: Explicit Smut - Gender neutral pronouns through, but AFAB reader for smut purposes - A little bit of somno/dub-con so reader discretion advised there!

Word Count: 2.9k

Author's Note: Brightening up January with a little bit of Steven Grant smut for you all :)

A Harmless Sleepover (Steven Grant Smut)

The noise was overwhelming as the rain thrummed against the windows of Steven's little flat, almost single-handedly keeping you both awake as the credits rolled on the movie you'd brought over for your date tonight. It was still very early days in your relationship with Steven, the sweet handsome museum guide that had spent a flustered hour touring you through halls before finally building up the nerve to ask for your number, but you had a very good feeling. After a dinner date and a surprisingly sunny walk in your local park, you'd suggested a third date at his place, offering to cook as a chance to get a closer look at his home and inner workings. Steven very eagerly agreed, spending all day tidying his little flat and stocking up his fridge, just so overwhelmed at the opportunity to have someone as special as you in his life and his space.

In your past relationships a third date had often meant taking your relationship physical, something you certainly weren't opposed to with Steven, but given it had taken two dates for him to build up the nerve to kiss you, you thought that might be expecting a lot from him tonight. You were very content to just sit shoulder to shoulder with him, watching him let out a giddy giggle every time you placed his hand in yours, and look at you like you were responsible for every ounce of joy in the world. But that didn't mean you weren't looking forward to the night you finally got your hands on him.

A crack of thunder and lightning behind you snapped you out of your train of thought and had you both sitting up straight, glancing out the droplet covered window in dread. You let out a yawn as leant closer to the pane of glass, taking a deep breath to steel yourself to the idea of heading out in the cold and the rain, the cosy comfort of Steven's flat much more appealing.

"You can stay here tonight if you want?" Steven squeaked out meekly, looking shocked with his own boldness, quickly trying to clarify his noble intentions, "Just because it's so miserable out there, and I'd hate for you to catch a cold love. And I wouldn't try anything! I can even sleep on the sofa?" Chivalry was alive and well as you placed a hand gently on either side of Steven's face and brought your lips to softly meet his, before he talked himself into even more of a panic.

"I'd love to sleepover, but you don't have to give up your bed for me, we can share. That way you can keep me warm." You leaned a little closer to him as you spoke, chest pressing gently against his and sending warmth rushing to his cheeks as he broke into his widest grin.

"You can borrow anything you want as well!" His mind raced with the idea of you in his clothes, wanting nothing more than for you to look like a real partner to him, and start getting comfortable in his flat, and in his life. As he rushed off to the bathroom to brush his teeth, almost tripping over in his excitement for bedtime, you took the opportunity to dig through his drawers, pulling out one of his t-shirts to sleep in and slipping off your jeans so only your little shorts remained, hidden by the low hem of his shirt. You wandered barefoot around his bedroom, taking in the piles of books and little trinkets he'd collected to make the space his own, feeling full of affection for your boyfriend as he stepped out of the bathroom and letting his jaw drop at the sight of you.

"You look - wow! That suits you a lot more than it does me!" You made sure to plant a few sweet kisses on his adoring face as you slipped into the bathroom yourself, getting ready for a comfortable night sleep, confident Steven wasn't interested in taking things any further tonight and happy to just spend the night in his strong, warm arms. As you stepped back into his room you noticed him looking a little pensive, wringing his hands together through the oversized sleeves of his sweater.

"Are you sure this is okay Steven?" You ask softly, worried he's reconsidering his generous offer.

"Yes! No! Of course! I really want you here," He shook his head to try and start his brain up again, struggling to form a coherent sentence every time his big brown eyes met your sweet, loving gaze. "It's just I need to warn you - I've been known to sleepwalk. It's not every night, but it happens sometimes, and I wanted to warn you so you're not too surprised, but then I was worried you would think i'm too weird." He frowned and let his eyes drop to the floor, so worried about scaring you off that he couldn't see how deeply smitten you are with him.

"You are the perfect amount of weird, gorgeous, and I'm not going anywhere. Is there anything I need to do if you start walking around at night?"

"I think you're perfect too." He grinned, "And no, it's actually better if you don't do anything. It can apparently be really dangerous to wake someone up if they're sleepwalking so best to just let me wander about I'll get to back to sleeping normally soon enough."

"No problem, I promise I won't wake you up, love." Sliding under the cover you pulled a corner back for him, inviting him beneath the blankets with you and pulling him close as he turned the lights off behind him. "Thanks for keeping me out of the rain."

"Are you kidding, love? Thank YOU for staying. I hope it never stops raining!" Steven choked out excitedly, squeezing you tight and giving you one final sweet kiss before he released his grip on your waist and wiggled to the other side of the bed to give you space.

You could feel your heart fluttering in your chest as you tried to fall asleep, the excitement of this new closeness with Steven painting a smile across your cheeks as you resisted the urge to turn around to see how cute he looked when he fell asleep. It felt like an hour had passed when you heard him turn back towards you, taking a peek to confirm his eyes were peacefully shut, his soft breathing and parted lips a heartwarming sight in such an easily worried man. You turned away again and let your own eyes flutter shut, head swimming with thoughts of Steven as you heard him inch closer towards you, until his chest met your back, an arm snaking over your waist so his hand could rest on your stomach. You felt yourself tense then melt under his touch, his broad hand spreading warmth across your abdomen even through the fabric of his borrowed shirt. His fingers began to move in soft shapes, tracing invisible patterns from your ribs to your hips, the gentle caresses soothing you to sleep as his other arm slipped under your neck to fully envelope you.

His fingertips came to rest where the hem of shirt had ridden up your hips, and in one smooth motion his hand dipped underneath, returning to its gentle dance across your stomach but now pressed against your tingling skin. You gasped a little at the warmth of his touch and delicate sensation against you, very carefully turning your head just enough to check he was still asleep. You could see the peaceful slumber in all his features and remembered his warning that you weren't to wake him up when he started to sleepwalk, even if his actions weren't exactly what you expected. You tried to hold your breath steady as his fingers climbed over your skin, rising and pulling the shirt up with them until you could feel the cool night air hit your exposed chest. His exploring fingers brushed over your nipple, drawing soft circles that had you stifling a sigh as he teased the sensitive skin over and over again. His other hand quickly lifted any remaining fabric out the way so it could pay equal attention to the other side of your chest, grazing his thumb over you until both nipples had stiffened as his touch, a pit growing in your stomach over what to do. You didn't want to risk harming him by waking him up, scared of what unknown damage that could do, but you weren't sure you should just let him feel you up as he slept, your own hands clenching as his teasing touch sent shivers down your spine.

"Steven?" You whispered sharply, needing to know if this was just his way of making a move, having never heard of anyone sleepwalking quite like this. There was absolutely no change in his expression, his lips parting in a content sigh as he began to knead and squeeze at your chest, his fingertips flicking over your nipples every few seconds to keep your sensitivity on edge. You took a sigh of relief as his arm on your waist started to lower away from your chest, not sure how much of this sweet torture you could take, until the hand trailed down to your inner thigh, slipping between your legs and starting to massage the tender flesh there. Heat pooled unwillingly in your belly as you thought about trying to push him off, sure he would be mortified if he knew what he was doing, but terrified of hurting him in some way if that woke him up.

As the hand between your thighs drifted higher it found the edge of your little shorts, making your whole body flinch in anticipation. One finger hooked inside the dampening fabric and slid them down just enough to leave you completely exposed. Before he could go any further you tried to inch your hips away from him, not sure if you wanted him to stop, or to give you everything he had. The moment you moved a muscle Steven's body tensed, hand against your chest squeezing more firmly, one knee slotting between your thighs to lean his weight on your bottom leg stopping you from shifting further away as he groped at your thighs again.

You bit down on your lip as he traced a line up over your slit, one finger coated in your excitement as it brushed your clit painfully lightly. Each of his fingers followed the same teasing path, barely providing any friction and only making you agonisingly more sensitive. Finally his thumb came to rest over your clit, rubbing tight circles ever so gently, the wetness from your folds helping it glide so softly over your sensitive button. You could feel a moan stirring inside you as your stomach tensed, his fingers grazing your nipples in time to his thumbs expert strokes, clenching your eyes shut and trying not to think about the way he had your body completely trapped under his weight. It felt like hours passed of these soft circles stirring up the pleasure inside you without giving you any hope of relief. Your clit throbbed at his every touch, desperate for release after so long on the edge, your orgasm held just slightly out of your reach. One finger slowly dipped inside you, your walls clenching in need around it, the limited contact sending a wave of fresh pleasure and sensation through your core without bringing you any closer to the easing the uncontrollable pressure building inside you. You could feel his grip on you tighten every time your body squirmed against his, your thighs trembling and hips bucking of their own volition, chasing the high you so painfully needed.

"Steven, please." You let out a quiet plea, unable to contain yourself any longer, the overwhelming sensation almost unbearable, your body writhing against his as desperate whimpers escaped your needy lips. Even fast asleep he seemed to hear your prayer, sliding two more fingers easily into your drenched entrance and stretching you as both hands started to move harder and faster. One thumb strummed your nipple as the other rubbed firm stroked over your clit, his fingers thrusting in and out of you as fast as you could take them, the sounds of your wet folds and whimpers filling the room as the coil inside you snapped and had you shaking in his arms, the force of cumming after such a tantalising weight making it so hard to stay quiet. It felt like every cell in your body was electrified, his movements not slowing down as you rode out the waves of pleasure, feeling overwhelmed by the way he touched you, the feel of his warm breath on the back of your neck, the steady sound of his gentle sleeping sighs. Those soft breaths made you conflicted about cumming as hard as you ever had on his still working hands, not sure if you ever actually wanted to stop him, or if you even could with the way his strong arms clung to you like he was never going to let you go. You could feel your pleasure building again through the way he caressed your now even more sensitive places, overstimulation leaving you panting out his name and fighting against his all-consuming grip. As you were brought the edge of another climax, no longer in control of your own pleasure and forced to take whatever a sleeping Steven wanted to give you, his touch suddenly stopped, fingers pulling away as you let out a desperate whine, so close to another long awaited release and your whole body tingling for his touch. With his arms back by his side, you noticed his eyes slowly blink open, surprised to see you still awake too.

"You still awake love? Is everything okay?" He cooed the words so sweetly you almost couldn't believe the same man had driven you to the edge of insanity and ecstasy just moments before, aching body taking control before you could reconsider. Tugging the half removed shirt over your head and kicking off your shorts, you move to strandled a very wide eyed Steven's hips, grinding your soaking entrance over the obvious erection he was barely aware of before now.

"I need you Steven. Please! Can I feel you inside me?" You paused your movements as you awaited response, hoping somehow in his sleep he'd managed to get just as frustrated as you had, watching his mouth fall open as he nodded furiously, half convinced he was still in one of his favourite dreams. You lifted your hips to tug down his sweatpants, his impressive length springing free and only making the ache in your gut more unbearable. You leant forward to run your tongue over him a few times, watching his eye roll back into his head at the soft, warm sensation of your lips, panting out,

"You feel so incredible. Oh my god. Are you sure you want to do this?" Interlaced with needy moans of your name as you nodded your head and lined him up with your dripping entrance.

"I want you so much, need you." Was all you could choke out in your daze as you slid him inside of you, the pressure already building inside you again as you felt so perfectly full. "You feel so good Steven. Make me feel so full." Every sweet, dirty word from your lips is almost more than Steven can take, no idea what he's done to deserve this but very happy to get swept along in your excitement. He could feel how soaked you were around him, pussy clenching as you rode him, running your hands down your body as the temperature inside you climbs and climbs.

"You're so perfect love, so gorgeous, too good for me. Feel bloody amazing." He moans out as his hands replace yours, instinctively toying with your nipples before one drifts down to frantically rub against your clit, Steven knowing he can't take more than a couple of minutes of something that feels this incredible. He can feel the way your hips buck in response, losing their rhythm as finally your orgasm washes over you again, vibrating through your centre and making you gush around Steven as your whole body reacts. You can feel him spill inside you, unable to hold back for even a second longer to try and pull out, overwhelmed by the incredible feeling of cumming deep between your walls as they spasm around him, his mind completely shutting down in pure ecstasy. You practically collapse on his chest as you finally come down from your high, slowly easing your hips off his before your excitement or frustration can start to build again, and hearing him whimper as you slide off of him.

In the morning Steven will tell you he thought last night was amazing, and that he's glad he didn't disrupt you with his sleepwalking. You'll tell him you're going to be sleeping over more often, and that his sleepwalking doesn't bother you one bit.

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NSFW Headcanon Request: Steven Grant (Moon Knight)

Steven Grant (Moon Knight) + Lap Dance:

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Sweet, gorgeous, baby Steven absolutely deserves a lap dance, and once you've been seeing each other for a while, finally taking your relationship to a physical level, you decide to give him a little valentine's day surprise.

You move an armchair into the centre of his little flat, getting yourself all dolled up in some new lingerie, picking some relaxed, sexy music to fill the air the moment Steven walks through the door. He comes home a few minutes later than usual, flowers and chocolates in hand, excited to have a loving partner to celebrate Valentine's with for the first time since he can remember.

He's a little confused when he sees the repositioned chair, the dim lighting, and picks up on the unfamiliar melody echoing through his home, setting down his offerings for you as he shrugs off his coat. "I'm home love! Happy Valentine's Day!" he calls out, cheeks aching from the smile he can't hold back thinking about you as his valentine for the day. The smile quickly dropped to awestruck wonder as you stepped out from the bedroom, the way you look in your lingerie almost enough to give this sweet boy a heart-attack.

"Happy Valentine's Day my love. Why don't you take a seat and I'll show you just how much I like you." You spoke slowly, deliberately purring over certain syllables as you patted the chair in front of you, watching Steven's eyes grow wider and wider. His mouth hung open, brain completely malfunctioning as he stood frozen in front of you. It took you patting the back of the chair again for him to snap out of his stupor, shaking his head before half-tripping, half-sprinting to sit in the seat front of you. He shifted awkwardly in the chair as you guided your hands down over his chest, placing a soft kiss on his neck before whispering in his ear, "Unlike with most lapdances, today you can touch me as much as you want."

Steven could feel himself throbbing before you'd even reached his lap, his heart racing at the the way your skin was perfectly framed by your matching set of pretty underwear, the flirty glint in your eye as you stepped around the chair to face him, giving him a front row seat to take in how incredible you looked. He didn't want to admit he'd never been in this position before, so tried to form something witty to flirt back with, struggling to say anything at all. "You're so beautiful," he breathed out carefully, like if he spoke too loudly he might wake himself up from this perfect dream. You smiled at his shy demeanor, resting a hand on each arm of the chair and slowly running your body over his, feeling all his muscles tense from the contact. "Thank you Steven, I think you're beautiful too, every single part of you." You replied, emphasising your point by dragging a finger purposefully down his chest, letting it graze over his hard manhood now straining against the fabric of his trousers.

Turning your back to him, you slowly leant forward to highlight your ass before bringing it slowly over Steven's lap, a gasp creeping through his lips as your core brushed over his. Your hips rocked gently against his in time to the music, leaning to your head back to rest against his shoulder, staring up at his blushing, almost startled face. He stared down at the soft movement from your hips, the soft stretch of your stomach as your back arched against his chest, your face shining up at him happily as you watched him struggle to form breaths, in that moment accepting he would truly rather die from lack of oxygen than take his eyes off you.

His hands stayed firmly fixed to his sides, hanging awkwardly from tense shoulders, so you gently picked them up, bringing them to settle on your soft stomach, knowing Steven's hands would always gravitate to hold your waist at night, grounding himself in you. His fingers tips brushed up your sides so lightly, it was like he was solely touching you to reassure himself that you were actually there, like he couldn't quite believe you were real.

You smiled at his sweet wonderstruck face and cooed in his ear, "I love valentines day, and I'm so excited to spend this one with you Steven." His face broke into a grin at the way you said his name, his brain finally gathering enough focus to let him speak, "I think I might bloody love valentines day too now," he chuckled, eyes shooting wide again as he felt another perfect sway of your hips bringing him close to the edge. He clenched his face and gripped your thighs for a second, stopping your movement. You paused and checked his face, touching it gently and asking, "are you okay gorgeous?" He stumbled over his words as he tried to answer, "Yes, yes, really good in fact, I just, umm, wanted to warn you that if you do much more of that then I'm going to absolutely ruin these trousers." His eyes stayed firmly shut as he spoke, a mixture of feeling a bit embarrassed at his words, and the fact that holding himself back was taking all his concentration. You let his words hang in the air for a second, tilting his chin up to get his eyes to flutter open and meet your gaze.

"That's kind of what I was aiming for, sweetheart. But don't worry, I promise I'll help you get cleaned up in the shower afterwards. Sound okay?" You kept your hips hovering in their place as he thought through your proposition, before gently muttering, "right, of course, okay, yes keep going then, but only if you want to,"

You smiled at his request before rubbing your ass over his crotch again, feeling his hard dick twitching with every circle of your hips. Your lips brushed over his neck, leaving a damp trail along his jaw line until you felt his legs start to shake, his hips bucking up to meet yours with more force, craving the friction they brought. Your name spilled from his lips with a cry as he let himself go, filling his boxers with his own slick, while yours left a light mark over his trousers. He panted heavily against you, breath hot against your neck as his high washed over him.

He eventually caught himself enough to say quietly, "I got you a valentine's present too, but it's not as good as this I'm afraid," looking over at the flowers and chocolates placed on his counter. You turned in the chair to face him, still straddling his lap, pulling him in for a warm kiss before smiling, " That's very sweet, I am a very lucky valentine."

He laughed loudly before disagreeing, "I think I am definitely the lucky one here darling, you might be the best valentine there's ever been." That wouldn't be the last time you danced for him.

Steven Grant

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mike schmidt x f!teacher!reader word count; 2,417 warnings; once again, no plot, just porn <3 summary; mike has a look. that's never a good sign.

 “Follow Mrs Davis and her class for lunch!”

 Mike watched from his seat behind the teacher’s desk as his girlfriend saw her class out the door, hand on the handle and pulling it closed behind them, making sure to twist the lock while she did. The corners of his mouth twitched as she sighed and fell back against the door, blowing a strand of loose hair out of her face. 

 “Long day?” Mike asked and she narrowed her eyes over at him, her lips quirked in a tired grin. “Don’t even get me started,” she grumbled as she pushed herself off of the door, heels clicking against the tile as she made her way back to her desk. 

 “Abby hasn’t been a problem, I hope?” Mike cocked an eyebrow to his hairline as she leaned over to press a kiss to his cheek, settling herself down in her chair. She rolled her eyes at this, “you always make it seem like she should be causing trouble,” she tittered. “No, Abby’s always great.”

 She watched as Mike reached for the floor beside him, a plastic takeout bag in his hand and she grinned, wiggling in her seat as he began to unravel the knot in the handles. “Sooo… what did you bring me?” She asked, letting the smell of what she swore was tomato sauce waft through her nostrils.

 “New Italian place opened in the mall. Figured we could try it out,” he replied as he handed her one of the takeout boxes in which she ripped the lid off of, grinning over at Mike. “Spaghetti with meatballs. You know me so well.”

 She leaned forward as he handed her the plastic fork to press a kiss against his lips and Mike smiled, practically chasing after her mouth again when she pulled away. He watched as she spun the spaghetti around her fork, as she took a bite and moaned at the taste. 

 Suddenly, Mike’s jeans felt very tight. 

 “What is this place called? It’s amazing,” she moaned, chewing behind her fingers as she turned to glance over at Mike. “Ten out of ten. This might even be better than your spaghetti and meatballs.”

 Mike, although distracted by something else entirely, furrowed his brows at this, tossing his hands up. “Hey,” he said. “Thought you loved my spaghetti and meatballs.”

 She shrugged, “they’re alright.” Mike playfully shoved her shoulder and she tried to bite back a chuckle, glancing back over to him. “Hey, I don’t see you eating spaghetti and meatballs, why don’t you try and find out?” She laughed, taking a bite from a meatball as Mike pressed his lips together, curved into a grin as he shook his head. “Nah, I’m not that hungry right now.”

 She raised a brow and tilted her head to eye the other takeout box in the plastic bag. “Mike, you haven’t even touched your food,” she tittered, eyeing him incredulously. She narrowed her lids, “you have a look.”

 The corner of Mike’s mouth twitched— she was catching on. “I don’t have a look.”

 Her face fell and she dropped her fork in the to-go box, eyebrow cocked. “Yes, you do.”

 Mike leaned back in his seat and locked his fingers together on his lap, shrugging as he turned his head to face her. “Enlighten me, what look do you think I have?”

 For a fleeting moment, her gaze lowered to the very evident tent in his jeans, her thighs subconsciously clenching together at the sight, cheeks growing warm when he chuckled. She looked away, soothing her palms up and down the length of her skirt and Mike watched, teeth sunken into the inside of his cheek. A scenario played in the forefront of his mind, fantasizing about ripping the skirt clean off her legs and taking her right there on top of her desk had him balling a fist, squeezing his thumb so tight, it almost felt like it’d pop. 

 “Mike…”

 “What?” He murmured, leaning in closer, brushing away the hair curtaining away the side of her face back behind her ear. She melted like wax at his touch, as if her fingertips were flames. Her skin burned so hot now, she feared she actually would melt into a pool of magma on the floor below. 

 “Here?” She whispered as he rolled his chair closer, his breath a phantom looming over her flesh, sending shivers slithering down the coil of her spine. Mike peered up into the sides of her irises, “why not?”

 His lips pressed against the delicate skin just below her ear and she trembled, panicking eyes darting to the door she had thankfully locked. “I’ll give you a million reasons why not,” she murmured as his kisses trailed down to the curve of her shoulder, the scruff on his chin and just above his lips deliciously burning her skin. 

 “I can be sneaky,” he whispered against the valley between her neck and shoulder, his lips a crescent against her skin when he playfully nipped her flesh between his teeth there. She jolted and hissed, clenching her thighs together once more as the familiar slick of warmth burned the pit of her belly. “If somebody walks in, we’re both dead,” she murmured as his palm gripped and soothed down the length of her thigh, kneading at her knee, teasing her, taunting her. 

 “Relax, babe,” he breathed a chuckle against the crook of her neck. “I just want a taste, that’s all. Wouldn’t want you to get all fucked out before the day is over.”

 His low, raspy words had her reeling, her head in a frenzy and teetering on the edge of a mindset she knew she was at risk of falling down into. “Screw you, Mike,” she muttered through gritted teeth as he grinned, placing one last kiss against the breadth of her shoulder before sinking down to his knees on the floor, hanging his head so that he could fit beneath the desk. 

 Her heart drummed against her chest as he slithered his way between her legs, hands on her knees as slowly he parted them, as if he were unwrapping a present on Christmas Day. Through heavy eyelids, she peered down at him just as a silent curse fell from his mouth, teeth burrowed into the plush of his bottom lip as the pads of his thumbs rubbed circles into the inside of her knees. 

 “You’re soaked clean through your panties,” he chuckled and she burned brighter, sweat already beginning to bead at her hairline and her chest heaving to the unsteady beat of her heart. His name fell from her lips in a whispered sigh as he reached forward with his right thumb, pressing the fat of it straight onto her clothed clit, her back arching up off of her chair as he traced an agonizingly slow and painful circle against it, sighing at the way her slick showed through the thin fabric of her underwear. 

 “Fffuck,” he grumbled beneath his breath, hiking the skirt that hugged her curves until they pooled at her hips, pushing her knees further apart until he had full access to everything. His gaze was like a laser, burning through the damp fabric of her panties straight through to her pussy. He eyed her like he was starved, like he’d go hungry if he didn't get himself a taste. 

 Mike hooked his middle and forefinger around the hem of her underwear and tugged, although with some resistance with how wet she was. She gasped when the fabric unstuck itself from her arousal, Mike’s lips falling agape as he tugged her panties all the way down her legs until they hooked around one single ankle. He pressed himself closer, wrapping his arms around her hips and with his palms to her ass, drawing her in even closer until she sat on the edge of her seat. 

 “So fuckin’ pretty,” he marveled at the sight before him, admiring every single inch of her as if she were an artifact. She shuddered beneath his stare. “Mike,” she mewled through a shaky breath, “please.”

 With those deep, rich chocolate brown eyes, he glimpsed up at her and she gazed back, wondering when his pupils ended and his irises started. His eyes glimmered with longing, with desire, with lust. She thought she’d come from just his stare alone. 

 “Have to stay quiet, hm?” He nodded up at her, maintaining eye contact as he pressed a kiss just above her clit, feeling it throb against his chin as she writhed, trying to suppress her mewl. She nodded, pressing her lips together as she briefly glanced up at the door then to the windows— she was so grateful she’d drawn the blinds earlier. 

 Their gazes never leaving one another, Mike carefully leaned down to press a tender kiss on top of her aching bud, her toes curling in, back arching off the back of her chair. One of her hands flung to the mess of dark tendrils atop his head, the other gripping the armrest of her desk chair. Mike pulled away again, the makings of a smirk twitching at the corner of his mouth. “Think you can handle it?” He asked and she whimpered, nodding, every ounce of dignity in her body long gone, thrown somewhere far away from right there.

 “Just… please, Mike,” she whined, trying to keep her voice on the low as she gripped the roots of his hair tighter, inviting him back into her warmth, his arousal like a gloss on his lips. The crescent shape of his lips fell back against her clit as he pressed another kiss to it, electricity flowing through her body and making her jolt once more. 

 Mike eyed her through hooded lids as he licked a stripe all the way from her entrance back up the underside of her clit, relishing in the way she’d tremble and press her lips together in a desperate attempt to silence her whimpers. The delectable taste of her arousal coated his tongue and simmered on his taste buds as if she were his ambrosia, and he hummed as he licked another line up her slit. 

 “Taste so damn good,” he practically growled against her cunt as he plunged his face back in, his lips around her clit and tongue swirling against the sensitive nub. Tears were streaming down the sides of her face now as she threw her head back, using every last ounce of strength inside her body to will her moans to stay at a minimum. All she could do was pray that nobody would come knocking on her classroom door now. 

 A string of curses, his name among the mix, tumbled from her lips as he sucked her clit, every swirl of his tongue coaxing her closer and closer to the edge. She was balancing on a tightrope now, teetering on bliss as his tongue trailed down to her entrance, slow but firm as it pushed its way in. Her fingers tightened in the mess of hair on his head, pulling harder, making him surge into her. 

 She could feel every inch of his tongue inside of her and he was so close, the bridge of his nose pressed deliciously down on her clit, sending her down into a spiral of pleasure. She squeezed her eyelids together so tight, she was seeing stars, a shimmering backdrop of glitter as he swirled his muscle inside of her, humming into her at her taste. 

 “Sh… shi… shit, Mike!” She gasped as he nodded his head, tongue swirling inside of her, the bridge of his nose rubbing up and down against her clit. Her eyes were rolling into the back of her hand, every move his tongue made and every bit of pressure his nose applied to her clit added more rubber bands to the ball pressing down against the pit of her belly, dangerously close to erupting. “I’m… I’m gonna come if you don’t… if you don’t stop.”

 Mike blinked up at her and pulled away for breath, every inch of his face from the bridge of his nose down slick and shiny with her arousal. She felt herself clench at the mere sight as his chest heaved, chasing air back into his lungs, a smug smirk on his face. “I’m betting on it, babe,” he chuckled before diving back in, her pussy empty one moment and nearly full of his tongue the next. 

 His eagerness almost had her screaming, her nails scraping so hard against his scalp, somewhere in the back of her mind, she feared she’d draw blood. Mike hummed against her— he didn’t seem to mind so much. 

 Oh, how could he when he could sense she was so close? He could practically smell her orgasm, using every ounce of skill in his body to push her even closer to the edge, to knock her unsteady on top of that tightrope until it snapped below her altogether. 

 With her hand not tangled in his hair, she sank her teeth into the side of her hand to muffle the scream that ripped through her body, squeezing her eyelids shut even tighter as her body spasms, bones rattling in her release’s wake. Her orgasm thundered and cracked through her body like an earthquake, the sheer power of her release like a tempest. Her thighs squeezed around Mike’s head and he palmed at the sides of them as he swirled his tongue inside of her again and again, making sure not a drop of her went to waste. 

 He was practically drinking her, slurping every last drop until there was none left to be had. And only when that moment came did he pull away, breathless as he sat back on his heels below her desk, swiping at the slick dripping down his face with the back of his hand. 

 Mike gazed up at her curiously, her head still thrown back over the back of the chair, chest heaving up and down as she struggled to catch her breath. He chuckled as he pushed himself out from underneath her desk and up so that he could stand beside her, a palm cupping her cheek, the other aiding her head to sit normally on her shoulders. The pad of his thumb soothed over against her cheek, coaxing her out of her bleary state, her vision slowly beginning to clear again. 

 Mike tried to bite back his smile, “doing alright there?”

 She huffed as her cheeks burned, “shut up, Mike.”

a/n; i ended up writing up this one in like 45 minutes while sitting in the bathtub LMAO y'all went absolutely crazy with the last mike fic, you literally broke my tumblr notifications 😭 glad to see so many others horny for josh in this movie too

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still laughing at the official russian translation on mangaplus in which Yuki says that she likes “always dirty men”