ROADTRIP IMAGINES

Daddy and Mommy?-Bikey/Reader Pt. 1

*Content Warning* 

BoyxBoy, BoyxGirl

DD/LB
MD/LB (Mommy Domme Little Boy)

Language Warning

-Brook-

I was sitting on the couch in the game room we have in the mansion, when Mikey and the other lads come in too.

Andy is holed up in his room with Harvey, while Jack and Rye are cuddling on the couch, and making out. Practically fucking each other. It kind of turns me on but I say nothing. 

Recently, Mikey my Daddy, has been really distant from me. We've been together for about 4 years now, and I'm worried about him. He hasn't kissed me or gotten anywhere near me except for in bed. 

I have been with Mikey in a non-sexual way, but I really want to be sexual with him, I just haven't been ready. All I want is him to throw me on the bed, pull my trousers down, take my cock in his mouth, and mouth fuck me good, then I want him to turn me over, push me on my hands and knees, put my ass up in the air, work his tongue all over me, then slowly slide in, then thrusting harder than ever. I want him to pull my hair and make me scream Daddy.

I really just wish that he would pay attention to me, it's really annoying. He's ignored me for weeks now, and there's one of many things going on. He's second guessing us, he's found someone else but doesn't know how to tell me, or he just wants to be done with me because I don't fulfill any actual needs.

I'm a terrible sub. I was hurt by my previous Dom causing me to become afraid of being with any Dom. I decide to leave it all alone, and keep playing my game. 

"Hey Brookie, are you doing alright? You've been gaming and holing yourself up all the time. What's going on?" I hear Rye ask finally as him and Jack stop fucking each others faces. 

"I'm fine. Can I just please be alone?" I ask. Jack and Rye don't protest, and they slip out of the game room, probably relieved to be burden by my existence. They probably went to the Rack room to get it on good. 

"You're not the same." Mikey says. 

"Neither are you. You can't even look at me. I wish you would look at me like you're proud of me. Why is it that Harvey looks at Andy like he's the worlds only trophy? Rye looks at Jack as if he is the luckiest man in the Goddamn world. But you....You can't even look at me. And that fucking hurts Mikey. I'm your boyfriend, and you can't even walk around anywhere, without ignoring me. I really wish somebody could just fucking be proud of me and our relationship, but I can't even get that. I love you Mikey with every ounce of my existence, but obviously you don't feel the same." I say throwing the controller on the sofa and walking to the Bikey room. 

Tears rush from my face as I pull out a bag to put some clothes in. I pack my bag, tears falling down in rivers. The hurt in my chest is like someone taking their hand, and shoving it in my chest, gripping my heart and squeezing it until it stops beating. 

The feeling makes me want to scream out in pain, but I don't. I just silently cry while I take my bag to the front door. 

"You're leaving me?" I hear Mikey ask concern laced in his voice. I turn to look at him, and for once in weeks, he is actually looking at me, but it's not the same anymore. 

"I need to right now. You have some things to figure out, and clearly I do too. I need a few days. I'm going to stay at Dezarae's house. 

"Please Brooklyn, don't leave me. I can't live without you. I love you so much Brookie." Mikey says stepping towards me.

"Don't please. I need a couple days okay? I will be back." I say stepping out of the giant mansion, and walking a few blocks down the road to my best friend Dez's 2 bedroom flat. 

-Dez's POV-

I am cleaning my house when I hear a knock on my door. I quickly turn off my music, then rush to the door to see who it was. They were definitely knocking at a late hour, for just casual conversation.

I open the door, seeing my fragile gay best friend Brooklyn. He has tear stains on his cheeks, his eyes are red and puffy, and tears are resurfacing. I don't say anything, I just pull him into my warm embrace, letting him know that I'm here for him, and he can just cry. No words. 

His arms wrap around my torso, as he falls to his knees, and crying into my shoulder. I rock him back and forth slowly, burying my face into his neck while he just sobs uncontrollably. I have never seen Brooklyn this fucked up, the whole 10 years I've known the boy, he has never been like this.

As soon as his sobs slow down he pulls away. With the look in his eyes, I knew he just wanted to come in and cuddle without any words spoken. I nod at him, so we stand up. He grabs his bag, puts it in my room, then follows me to the living room. 

I lie down on the couch, he crawls on top of me, and cuddles into my neck. I rub circles on his back with my hand. Brooklyn is my best friend, and I'm sure he got into a fight with Mikey or something, but I dare not speak until he says the first word, indicating he's ready. That could be soon, or even tomorrow. 

I softly kiss his head, as he buries himself more into my jumper. I grab the throw blanket from the back of the couch and place it over the two of us, while he slowly relaxes onto me. Before too long I hear a faint 'I'm sorry'

"For what sweetie? You have nothing to be sorry for." 

"That I interrupted you." He says.

"You shouldn't be sorry. I'm here when you need me, you know that babe. I don't care what time of day or night it is. You come to me when you need me. Do you wanna talk about it babe?" I ask. 

"I feel like Mikey doesn't love me anymore. I feel like he isn't proud of me, you know Luke. He was my previous Dom, he treated me like I meant nothing to him. Mikey has similarities. He isn't proud to have me, we haven't spoken or had any contact in weeks now. We live together and he literally ignores my existence. I love him so much D, he's my everything, but he couldn't even look at me in public. I'm an embarrassment. I can never be shown off by anyone." He cries. 

"Maybe a Daddy isn't want you need babe. Have you ever tried a Mommy?" I ask. Yes, I am a Mommy and I need a little. I've always wanted Brook to be my little but he's gay so, but maybe he's Bi instead.

"Do you know someone?" He asks looking at me, hope filling his eyes.

"I may know a girl or two." I reply.