Fan Fiction - Oneshot Smuts

Mikey Way - Backseat

———Y/N POV———

"Hurry up!" Mikey yelled at me from the living room.

"I'm coming!" I yelled back.

I was in the bedroom, struggling to slide my dress on. Grabbing my shoes and bag, I ran downstairs and straight to the car, Mikey trailing me and closing the front door.

We were running late for a dinner we were invited to, and at this point, we were going to be about five minutes late.

"We should be there in like half an hour," Mikey said.

I sigh in response and work on buckling my shoes.

Mikey was resting his hand on my thigh, as he usually does and I was fixing my makeup in the mirror.

I sat back, finally accepting the makeup I'd just completed.

Mikey began massaging my thigh and started moving up slowly. I just rolled my eyes in response.

An idea hit me and I rested my hand on Mikey's thigh. His movement stopped and he tried to focus on the road.

"Y/N, I'm driving," Mikey said, adjusting in his seat.

"And?" I asked innocently.

"Do you want us to crash?" he replied worryingly.

"What do you mean?" I began, "I'm just resting my hand."

He turned his attention back to the road and fell silent.

I trailed up his thigh again, this time, all the way.

"Y/N," Mikey started before his tone shifted to stern, "That's it."

He veered off the road and parked along the side.

"Mikey, we're gonna be late," I said.

"Too bad, darling, you started this," he replied.

He opened his door and circled the car to open mine. He opened the backseat door as well before saying, "After you, darling."

I climbed in quickly, scooting to the other side to make room for Mikey. He followed and closed the door behind him.

A split second later, Mikey grabbed my chin and kissed me roughly. I climb onto his lap as we kiss, wrapping my arms around his neck.

I felt Mikey harden under me as I rocked my hips. Mikey left out small groans into the kiss before pulling me away and laying me back as best as he could.

Mikey was now pressing himself into me. Slowly, I moved my hand below our waists and massaged him through his pants.

He pulled my dress over my head, throwing it in the front, before removing his own shirt followed by his pants.

He unclipped my bra and began planting kisses down my chest. Moving to my neck, he left dark marks before traveling back down.

He carefully slid down my underwear, followed by his own. He continued kissing my chest and I felt his hardened member on my thigh.

A moment later, I felt him slide in before slamming into me repeatedly. He only got faster as he became more and more needy, his head now buried in my chest.

He grabbed my left knee, placing it over his shoulder to reach a new angle. The windows of the car are now completely fogged up.

"Mikey, I'm-" he cut me off, "Me too, Darling."

A few moments later, I finished and he did the same. He pulled out after a moment of panting.

"We're gonna be so late," I said.

Mikey just laughed in response as we started getting dressed.