TW : SMUT (car sex), blood tasting (its mild just from a scratch and is rlly breif).
Mike was panting loudly and constantly.
The look on his face pure lust as he chased his orgasm.
Drool dripping down his chin.
The air was unbearably hot. It made your skin practically boil.
His knuckles white as he had a hand up to the roof of the car - arm from wrist and elbow pressed on the roof, shuddering muscles threatening to pull the fabric from the roof.
Loud wet slaps being heard each time Mike went down.
His usual attire on, but his pants were pulled down just enough to expose his crotch as he vigorously rode you.
Causing a odd straddle as he struggled to do so because of his pants, but the moment was so strong he didnt care.
He was mostly angry it prevented him from riding properly, with holding pleasure from him.
You were slightly reclined in the passenger seat, the both of you in your car.
This was the first time you two were alone in a while.
A whine bubbled in Mike's throat, getting progressively upset at how he couldn't ride well. Feeling the anger build and twist a knot in his stomach.
Making him feel even more aggitated and icky.
Panting relentlessly as he takes a pause, shifting his right hand on the roof. Shifting slightly on your lap, putting his left hand on the passenger side window.
His hand smudging the fogging glass.
Not even saying a word before he began to ride intensely just like before, trying desperately to get the two of you to release.
The lack of sleep evident on Mike's face as he rode you, but he missed you so much.
Him having been busy with his new job lately.
"Mike.." You whimpered breathlessly.
Mike felt a pang of lust haphazardly rattle its way quickly up his spine, eyes showing love and bliss.
He gave a soft moan.
A smile making its way on his face, drool intensifying.
Clearly a after affect of his sleep deprivation, but you knew Mike. He didnt want to stop.
Panting you ran your hands from his knees, to his hips. Gripping tightly - knowing how much Mike liked that.
Mike shuddered hard, blissing out.
Always loving how right your hands felt on him. In every nook and cranny, it felt like he was make for you. Your hands were so much bigger than his.
Mike shifted his left hand on the window, it slamming against the window.
Your half surprised Mike hasn't broken anything in your car before. You know your car isnt built for sex, but this wouldn't be the first time.
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