Milo Manheim × Reader{COMPLETED}

Love Is In the Alcohol Breath

(A little side note, I don't recommend writing smut. It's difficult than it looks. It's also my first time too. Writing sexual intercourse is not something necessary in your story but for this story to continue to make sense, I have an exception...I also wanted to try it)
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You and your friends were at the bar. Milo was a light drinker so he only had two shots. Carter was a heavy drinker so this asshole got about 50. Alex was also a light drinker. As you drunk your shot, you could see evwryvody dancing, eating, and having a good time. Carter lifted up one of his shots.

Carter: To Y/N and her lovely boyfriend for surviving all the crazy shit going on.

Alex: Haha!

You smiled and lifted up your glass. Carter leaned over to Milo.

Carter: Dude, you should try this drink called, "Paradise in Hell".

Milo: Dude, I gotta protect my career. That's why I don't drink a lot.

Carter: Come ooonnnn!!! Just one small glass, please.

Milo: Fine.

The waiter overheard so he already went to grab the bottle.

Carter: What about you, Y/N? Alex?

Alex: Bitch, as if.

You: Nah, I'll pass.

The waiter put the shot on Milo's side. He stared at it with pity.

Milo: Are you sure, Carter?

Carter: Ma dude, do it.

Milo grabbed the shot and immediately swallowed the alcoholic substance.

Alex: I just realized, aren't we to young to be drinking alcohol?

Milo's eyes opened.

Carter: Milo's 17. We're 16. Mmhhh....I'm sure we can handle it.

Alex rolled is eyes in ignorance.

You: I think that's enough drinking for tonight. Wanna call a cab?

Alex: Hold up. Me and Carter want to try out their caroke machine. We made a bet on it.

You: Well, me and Milo are leaving. Call a cab when you dumbasses are done. Bye.

You and Milo had to call a cab and drove you to the apartment.

Milo: Babe...I don't feel good.

You: What do you mean?

Milo: I think that alcohol got me.

You: Well I'll let you sleep in my bed tonight. When you get yourself together, you can leave whenever you want.

Milo: Wait, come with me.

You: No, I have to cook for tomorrow's dinner. Alex wants macaroni.

Milo grabbed your hand and pulled you in the room. You and him got on the bed.

You: Seriously Milo, I have things to do.

Milo: No, you don't.

Your drunk boyfriend kissed you. You could taste a little alcohol. Milo then layed a finger on you dress. He delicately unzipped your zipper.

You thought: Obviously he's drunk.

You: Stop Milo. I don't want to play.

Milo: Pleeaasseeee...

Milo stared at you with puppy eyes. But you've always kinda wanted this. He was truly boyfriend material. He was kind, cute, smart, thoughtful, and fun to hang around.

Milo: S-Sorry. Maybe you're right. I'll just lay down.

You: Fine. Let's get this over with.

Milo grinned. You hopped on his lap facing his way. You kissed him passionately despite his breathe reeking with alcohol. Milo cranked up the heat a bit and started to kissed down your neck. Each kiss you moaned and bit your lip.

Milo: Are you sure you want this?

You gave him a thumbs up. He continued kissing down your neck till he reached your lower waist. He winked at me as I layed back and lifted up my dress. You cringed at his warm smooth fingers traveling up across your legs. He unzipped his pants, and well...you know the rest.

Milo stuck his 🍆 inside your lips and not the ones on your face(I'm so sorry)

Your face blushed harder than a pure ruby. Your moans turned to satisfying groans and you bit your lip even harder.

Milo gripped his hands on your waist and eyed you as he thrusted inside you.

Milo: Gosh, I fucking love you.

Hearts bloomed in your eyes as you stuck out your tounge. Thotty.

You: I f-fuuu...cking love you too! Gah!

Milo: I'm gonna uh...um...

Right in the clit. You could feel his sperm flowing through it.

Muthufuckin Time Skip
It's been 3 weeks since you had sex with Milo.

You both were laying in the bed watching Netflix. You turned your head to him.

You: Milo?

Milo: Yeah?

You: I don't feel good.

Milo: What do you mean? Was I too much to handle?

You: This isn't the time to joke.

You got up fast and felt your stomach. A little bit of vomit fell out your mouth. You ran to the toilet and straight up vomited.

Milo got up and put his hands on your back.

Milo: Are you ok?!

You: Dumbass, I think you got me pregnant.