** This book (probably) contains smut/sexual content. Please be mature **
Sitting on his bed, you glance up. You and Mikey had been talking for what seemed like hours. It seemed as if he could talk about anything to you. He really trusted you. He looks into your eyes, smiling as much as he would let himself. You smile back, awkwardly, wondering why he was suddenly so happy. His smile widens a bit and his eyes trace over your face. Blushing, you manage to speak. "Is there something on my face?" you ask, in response to his wandering eyes. "No." he replies, eyes meeting yours again. You notice that he starts to lean inward, so you follow suit.
His lips brush over yours, sending chills up your spine. He slips his tongue into your mouth, quite sneakily. You snake your arm around his back, gently pulling him forward. Resting his forehead against yours and breaking the kiss, his hand rests on your hip. "(Y/N), you're beautiful." he whispers, just loud enough for you to hear him. You smile as he presses his lips to the tip of your nose. You raise your head a bit so that his lips are on yours. This time, he was a bit more forceful, fighting his tongue with yours. His hand grips the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head in one swift movement. His lips crash against yours once more and your hands hug his back, underneath his shirt.
You start to pull his shirt off and he assists you, allowing it to fall on the floor next to yours. He leans you back onto his bed, of which you had never done anything more than sit on the edge. He kisses your jawline, slowly, but still passionately enough. Your hands pull gently on his dark hair, letting him know that you are enjoying this. He picks up the pace, adding a little more force as he moves his lips upon your neck. You sigh, saying his name. He looks up at you, still content on kissing your neck. He sits up and grabs at the waistband of your jeans. Sliding them off, you feel your heart skip a beat. He, then, unbuckles his belt and pulls his pants off, as well. You cant help but notice the bulge in his boxer-briefs. He smiles and sits on top of you, legs on either side of your hips.
Gracefully, Mikey kisses your nose and laces his hands onto the clasp of your bra, in attempt to take it off. Helping him, you laugh at his inability to remove it himself. Still on top of yourself, Mikey observes your body. He keeps his poker face as he tells you how beautiful you are, once again. With one hand tugging at the side of your underwear, he looks into your eyes- as if he were looking for your approval. You nod to him as he pulls your underwear off and pushes them to the floor. Mikey places his lips back to your own and kisses you, yet again- but with much more lust. You reach down, now holding his length in your hand and rubbing gently. A sigh escapes his lips and Mikey pulls down his last article of clothing.
Gently, he graces his hands down your torso, allowing them to rest at your hips. "Do you really wanna do this?" he asks, his voice a deep whisper. Your hand meets one of his, cupping it in your own. "Of course." you reply, a faint, certain tone to your voice.
Mikey enters without warning, slowly. Thrusting in and out of you, slowly at first, he lets out a few strangled moans. Replying with a few of your own, he picks up the pace. After some time, you feel a sensation run through your body. You begin to moan louder as Mikey continues to thrust in and out. Just knowing that you're close makes Mikey feel a sensation of his own. You feel your body temperature fluctuate between warm and unbearably hot, but you can tell that Mikey is feeling the same- evident from the sweat beading up on his forehead. He begins to moan louder than you thought he would at this point. The intensity becomes too much for you to handle and you can feel your climax run wild, causing you to moan his name and let out blissful noises. Mikey is still moving at his own pace until he begins whimpering and shaking as an orgasm causes him to release inside of you.
Collapsing to your side, Mikey pants heavily along with you. "Oh my God." he says, at a loss for words. You smile and with the last of the energy you have, you pull the covers from his now messy bed over the two of you. He puts his arm around you, causing you to nuzzle your head into his shoulder. A smile creeping over his normal, stern face, he begins to speak. "That was-" he starts, only to be cut off by words of your own. "Amazing." you finish his own sentence and you watch as he nods his head in agreement. Closing your eyes, you allow yourself to drift off.
(AN: also,,,,,, please wear a condom?????????!)
