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shiftingparadise · 1 year

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Tell me I'm yours (Roommate Mikey x Fem. Reader)

Aaaa, so I don't know, I just absolutely love Mikey and I had this idea for a while. Hope you guys like it 🤍✨

Warnings: a little angsty with a fluffly ending

Word Count: 2265

‘What?’. ‘Don’t’, you angrily threw the dirty clothes on his bed, ‘Don’t ‘what’ me’. ‘Calm down, I was going to clean up’. ‘That’s what you always say’. ‘Come now, bunny, you were the one who wanted to live here’. ‘Don’t call me that’.

God, you were so cute when you were angry with him. The only reason he left his dirty clothes in the bathroom was that he wanted to see you like this.

‘What?’, he smirked, his head slightly tilted, ‘Bunny?’. ‘Shut up Mikey. I agreed to be your roommate because Draken asked me to’, you picked one of his dirty shirts from the ground before throwing it at him. ‘Fine’, he closed his eyes before getting out of bed, ‘I’ll clean up’.

He knew what he did. He knew how flustered you always got when he wasn’t wearing anything but his boxers, but he loved seeing your strawberry-red cheeks.

‘Huh? What’s wrong, bunny? You’re blushing’.

‘Fuck you’.

Mikey couldn’t hide his smile when you slammed his door shut. You were so adorable, too adorable to be his roommate.

---

‘What’s for dinner?’, he leaned against the kitchen counter as he watched you read on the couch. ‘I don’t know, I’m going out’.

‘Out?’, he frowned, ‘To where? With whom?’.

‘Jezus Mikey, it’s none of your business’, a tired sigh left your lungs.

‘None of my business?’.

You froze when you felt him leaning over the couch from behind you, his nose brushing against your ear.

‘It’s none of my business whom my roommate goes out with? What if you go out with girls from that Moebius scum?’, he coldly grabbed your book from your hands, closing it in front of your face. ‘Who are you going out with?’.

His voice sounded cold, causing a shiver down your spine, but you weren’t going to back down. Who the hell did he think he was? He may be the leader of some foolish gang, but he had no control over you.

‘Who said I was going out with a girl?’, you stood up from the couch, ready to go to your room.

‘What did you say?’. ‘H-hey let go of me-‘, you tried to pull away but his grip around your wrist only tightened. ‘Who are you going out with?’, his normally playful and childish expression was completely gone. His cold eyes pierced right through yours.

‘Let go of me, Mikey! I’m serious’.

Maybe if you raised your voice…

‘Tch’, a smirk slowly appeared on his face, ‘Fine, I’ll find out anyway’.

He raised both of his hands in the air, a smug look on his face.

‘If I even get the feeling I’m being watched by one of your fucking minions-‘, ‘That would be your fault, you could’ve just told me, but you wanted to act like a brat’.

Impossible. It was impossible to go on about this with him.

‘I’m going to get changed. There are still some leftovers in the fridge from yesterday. You can put it in the microwave for a couple of minutes’.

‘Thanks, bunny’.

Shut up.

---

‘I’m leaving’, you grabbed your coat from the hanger, ‘I’ll be back late, so I’ll see you in the morning’.

‘You’re not leaving in that’. ‘Excuse me?’.

‘This. What’s this? It barely covers your ass’.

‘I said I was going out-‘, ‘With who? Your girls? To some stupid club?’.

‘I’m going on a fucking date, and I don’t need your approval. I can wear whatever I wa-‘. ‘A date?’, he chuckled, ‘A date or a quick fuck in a car? Have you looked at yourself? You think a guy is going to take you seriously when you’re dressed like this?’.

‘Go to hell’.

He went too far, he knew he did, but that didn’t mean his heart didn’t break when he heard your quiet, fragile voice; when he saw a tear in the corner of your eyes…

‘Y/N wait-‘. ‘What?’, you turned around, a lump in your throat as your hand rested on the doorknob.

He wanted to tell you that you looked beautiful. He wanted to say how you looked like a goddess in that black dress… How pretty your eyes looked with the color of eyeshadow you chose to wear… But he couldn’t. It felt as if his voice was stuck inside his chest.

‘Right’, you chuckled, ‘Goodnight Mikey’.

If he followed you, if he said you were the prettiest girl he’d ever seen, would you stay? Would you cancel your date with some stupid low-life and stay with him? There was still time, right? If he just left now, he’d still catch up with you…

‘Fuck’, he let both of his hands run through his hair as he walked towards his room.

He didn’t like this, the way he felt; the thoughts that came to mind… Nor did he like the fact that a boy was going to see you like this, that some nobody was going to touch you, to pay for your dinner… He wanted to be the one to take you out to dinner, to treat you right, but he couldn’t. What if someone from another gang noticed the way he cared about you? What if they wanted to take their revenge on you? He still hasn’t forgotten the girl that got raped by that Moebius scum. What if that was you? No, he could never be with you.

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‘3 AM?’, Mikey sighed as he looked at the time. He never slept when you were out, but you were never out this late. Only when you went to a club, but never when you were just on a date. He was worried, to say the least.

‘H-hey, don’t touch me!’.

Mikey immediately went to the door when he heard your distressed voice coming from the hallway.

‘If you lay your hands on her one more ti-‘.

All of his worries disappeared like snow in the sun when he saw who you were with.

‘Draken?’. ‘Found her pushing some creep away from her in a parking lot. She’s drunk’.

‘I-I’m not drunk! What’s it with the two of you always judging me-‘. ‘I’m not judging you’, Draken’s eyes rolled to the ceiling.

‘Who was she with?’.

Mikey didn’t care that you were drunk or that you were making a big scene in the middle of the night. His mind was clouded in anger. What if Draken wasn’t there? What if that guy took advantage of you? He was going to pay, no matter what.

‘I don’t know, some random guy’. ‘Find out and –‘. ‘Don’t worry’, Draken smirked, ‘I took care of it’.

‘You beat the living shit out of him! You d-didn’t take care of it! You ruined my ch-chance with him!’, a few drunken hiccups as you stumbled through the door.

‘Thanks’, Mikey smiled at his friend, ‘I’ll put her to bed before she passes out on the floor’. ‘Hm, see you, Mikey’. ‘See you’.

He wasn’t too happy about the fact that he wasn’t going to get the chance to make that guy pay, but he could find comfort in the fact he was now still probably laying in that parking lot with a dislocated jaw.

‘Y/N?’, his brows drew together when you weren’t in your room, or the kitchen, or on the couch.

‘Y/N?’, Mikey’s heart started to race when you weren’t in the bathroom either. Did you somehow leave the apartment? No, that was impossible, but the only place left was his room, and you rarely entered his room…

‘Bunny?’, a dazed expression on his face when he saw you curled up underneath his sheets.

No answer, like he expected. You were probably already fast asleep. What was he supposed to do? Could he sleep in one bed together? Or would you think that was weird? He should probably sleep in yours or on the couch, right? But he didn’t want to, he really didn’t want to. He wanted to feel your body against his, to pull you close to him and never let you go.

‘Sorry bunny, can’t help myself’, he whispered as he laid down next to you. He wasn’t going to touch you or to hug you, not when you were drunk anyway… But the feeling of your body next to his was more than enough for him.

He carefully laid down on his side, his eyes studying every part of your face. You were so beautiful to him. He adored the way a strand of hair was stuck to your plump limps, or the way your hand was resting underneath your cheek…

‘Night bunny’, he carefully moved the strand of hair behind your ear, turning his back towards you. He didn’t want you to think he was some kind of creep when you woke up.

‘H-huh?’, for the first time in his life, he froze when he felt your hands tugging at the back of his shirt.

‘Mikey?’.

A soft, fragile whisper that made his heart jump.

‘What’s wrong? Are you okay?’, he softly turned back around to look at you.

‘I was scared’, you couldn’t look at him, not when you felt this vulnerable.

He tried his hardest to suppress every feeling of anger that flowed through his body. He knew you needed him to comfort you, but he hated seeing you like this.

‘What happened?’.

‘W-we went out to dinner, and he kept buying me drinks and I didn’t want to be rude, so I drank them and then the next thing I know he was touching me in places I didn’t want to in the parking lot’.

At that point, he decided to beat him up himself, but that was something for later. He couldn’t show you how angry he was. He didn’t want you to put up your wall again.

‘But Draken was there, so he didn’t hurt you, right?’.

‘I-I don’t know, my arm is hurting’. ‘Can I take a look? I probably hurt you back when you were sitting on the couch’.

You shyly nodded your head in response.

‘Let’s see’, he softly smiled while pulling the blankets from your body.

His heart dropped to his stomach when he saw the bruises on your arm. He hurt you, he really did.

‘A-and?’, you softly asked when it was quiet for a minute. ‘Don’t worry, bunny. It’s nothing to worry about. You’re going to feel better in the morning’.

‘Mikey?’.

‘Yeah?’.

‘C-can you help me get out of these clothes, please?’. ‘Of course. Do you need anything from your room to sleep in?’. ‘Can I sleep in your shirt?’. ‘S-sure, I’ll get you one’.

He tried not to think about how cute you would look wearing one of his shirts. This wasn’t the time to be thinking about things like that.

‘The one you’re wearing is fine’, you carefully seated yourself on the edge of the bed. ‘Okay bunny’, Mikey softly replied before sitting on his knees behind you.

His heart was racing. He didn’t want to think about you like this when you were sad and scared, but he couldn’t help it.

‘Wait’, he gently placed your hair on one side of your shoulders, his fingertips brushing over your bare skin.

Your heart was racing too. You just hoped he didn’t notice it. The room was filled with a tense silence, not an awkward one, but a silence where both your heartbeats align and where things happen that would never happen during the daytime.

‘Here’, his voice sounded rough when he unzipped your dress, ‘You looked beautiful in that dress’.

He gently pushed the straps of your dress from your shoulders, his hand lingering a little too long on your skin.

‘T-thanks’, you slowly stood up, dropping your dress to the ground.

Did you do this on purpose? You didn’t give him any time to look away, and now you were standing in your underwear in front of him and…

‘Do you think I’m pretty, Mikey?’, you shyly turned around, your arms wrapped around your stomach.

Pretty? No, no, no. You weren’t pretty, you were divine.

‘Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen’.

‘Why have you never asked me out on a date?’.

‘Because I can’t get close to you’. ‘Why not?’, you slowly crawled onto the bed, placing your arms around his neck, ‘I’m pretty close now’.

He needed to tell you to stop, to push you away, but his hands were already holding onto your waist, eager to pull you closer.

‘Can’t let you get hurt’. ‘I won’t get hurt’. ‘They’ll hurt you to get to me’. ‘You’ll protect me, Draken will protect me, even Takemichi will protect me’, you chuckled at the thought, ‘Or he’ll try at least’.

But what if they can’t? What if no one’s around to protect you?

‘We can never get close’, he let his forehead rest against yours, ‘We just can’t’. ‘We’re already close, Mikey. I know you feel the same. It’s pointless to fight this, we’ll give in to this feeling eventually’.

You were right, he knew that… But maybe if he could wait a little longer, maybe if things cleared up a little bit…

‘Fuck it’, he smirked as he placed his hand on the back of your neck, ‘I’ll make sure no one ever dares to even look at you’.

He didn’t give you time to respond. His lips were aching too long for yours.

‘Tell me I’m yours’, you pulled off the kiss, ‘Need to hear it’.

Was it insecurity that he saw in your eyes? Or was it fear?

‘Your mine bunny. No one’s ever going to hurt you again’.

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shiftingparadise · 1 year

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Mikey x Reader (x Draken): I'm sorry

HI GUYS, I'M BACK. I struggled with my mental health for quite some time and I tried so hard to write something, but I just couldn't. Anyway, I'm going to start writing your requests again, but I wanted to write something that's been on my mind for a while now. Just to get into it again, you know? :)

I really want to make another part, so please let me know if you guys enjoyed reading this. Hope everyone's doing great 🤍✨

WARNINGS: smut and mentions of cheating

Word count: 1646

‘We can’t do this’, heavy breaths as Mikey’s lips trailed down your back. ‘I know we can’t’, a stern tone in his voice, ‘But we’re going to’.

You didn’t want this. You never wanted to be like this.

‘M-Mikey’, your nails clutching onto the soft fabric as rough hands grabbed your waist. ‘I know’, his eyes locked on your face, ‘But you look so pretty’. ‘But Draken-‘, ‘I know’, his hands softly gliding up your back, ‘It’s wrong. I know’.

It’s been so long since you felt a gentle touch; so long since someone saw you like this.

‘How long?’, his knuckle grazing over your soft cheek as he brushed a stroke of hair behind your ear. ‘What?’, a loud swallow as you kept your gaze fixed on the dimly lit wall. ‘Since he touched you like this?’.

How long? God, you couldn’t even remember. It seemed like forever since Draken even laid eyes on you.

‘M-Months’, a shaky whisper as he placed soft kisses in the crook of your neck. ‘Months?’, Mikey chuckled, ‘I know he’s like a brother to me, but he must be crazy. How can he keep his hands away from you?’.

Right, how could he? You did everything to try to get him excited. You bought sexy lingerie, and you tried to touch him, to kiss him, to show any kind of affection but he never returned it anymore.

‘Turn around, bunny’.

Butterflies. You couldn’t help it. You didn’t want this, you really didn’t, but it’s been so long and-

‘Come now, don’t be shy’, he gently placed a kiss on your cheek before giving you space.

You know you were blushing, you know your heavy breaths made you look desperate. You felt ashamed, so, so ashamed.

‘Fuck’, Mikey placed his hands next to your head, his eyes studying your body, ‘You’re a goddess’. ‘D-don’t say things like that’, you turned your head to the side. ‘Why not? It’s true’, a sweet smile as he gently placed his hand underneath your chin, forcing you to look at him, ‘Look, I know this is wrong. I know I’m wrong for doing this, for not holding back but… You’re a dream. You’ve always been a dream to me. Ever since he introduced you to me, ever since I laid eyes on you, I knew this was going to happen. Even if you’re his girlfriend, even though you’re the woman Draken chose to love and adore… I want you. I need you, Y/N’.

You never denied the fact of how handsome Mikey was, and the spark there was between the two of you. Draken mentioned it, once. Back when he still seemed to care if someone looked at you or touched you.

‘I know he’s like family, but I see the way he looks at you’, Draken softly whispered, your bodies still bear and fragile as the moonlight greeted your ivory white skin. ‘You’re being paranoid’, you softly chuckled as your digits gently hovered over his chest, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. ‘Promise you’ll be mine, and mine only’. ‘I promise, Ken’.

What about now? Was he still being paranoid? You were going to do this, you knew your body needed this, even if it was selfish, even if it was going to hurt him.

‘Please’, you softly begged, ‘I-I want you, Mikey’.

God, he seemed like a puppy as you spoke those words. His eyes were wide open, smiling from ear to ear. So, so eager to touch you, to make you feel good.

‘Again’, he whispered before crashing his lips against yours, ‘Beg for it. Beg for me to make you feel good’.

‘P-please, Mikey’, you carefully cupped his cheeks, ‘Make me feel good, please’.

Desperate.

‘Fuck’, he chuckled at how needy you sounded as your hips grinded against his leg, ‘Don’t worry, bunny. I’ll make you feel good’. You arched your back as his teeth gently bit down on your bra, his hands firmly pushing you down by your waist. ‘M-mikey’, you let your head fall back, your hands tugging his hair, ‘P-please’. ‘What bunny?’, dark eyes staring into yours, ‘Want more?’. You eagerly nodded as his hand trailed down your panties, ‘This what you want?’.

His touch felt so good. He was so kind, so caring, but he made sure you knew who was in control.

‘You sound so desperate’, he smirked as he slowly pushed the thin fabric aside, ‘I want to taste you, bunny. Do you want me to?’. ‘Hm, please’, you bopped your head up and down.

You didn’t want this. You didn’t want to come already, but his fingers immediately found your sweet spot, and the way his lips gently hovered over your little nub drove you insane.

‘Did you just come?’, a stern voice as he stopped his movements, his fingers still inside you. ‘Y-yes’, you tried to control your breathing. ‘Did I tell you to? Did you ask me? Did you beg?’, his tone didn’t change. ‘N-no’, you shyly responded, still clenching around his fingers. ‘Then why, when I didn’t give you the permission to, did you come?’. ‘I-I’m-‘, ‘No’, he interrupted you, ‘I know you’re a needy, little slut, but that doesn’t mean you can do whatever you want. I’m in control, I’m the one who’s making you feel good, so you’re going to listen to me and when you want to come, you’ll beg. Got it?’. ‘Y-yes’, you couldn’t help but smile.

You missed this. You missed the shaky, hot feeling in your stomach. You missed being a mess.

‘Are you smiling?’, he carefully pulled his fingers out of you as he crawled on top of you, ‘Hm? Answer me, bunny. Why are you smiling? Are you smiling because you’re a mess? Because you’re a joke for being this wet? Because you’re a needy whore for coming when I barely touched you?’.

Were you going to be a brat? God, you wanted to be, but you wanted to come undone around him even more.

‘S-sorry, Mikey’, you switched your smirk for an innocent, scared look on your face. ‘Show me’, he gently bit your shoulder, ‘Show me how sorry you are’. ‘H-how?’, you eagerly grinded your hips. ‘On your knees, bunny’, a gentle tap against your cheek, ‘Want to use that pretty mouth of yours’.

You didn’t know how many times you came, how many times you called out Mikey’s name, but every thought of Draken disappeared.

‘What’s that, bunny? Want to come? Again?’, drops of sweat fell on your forehead as the blonde kept thrusting into you. ‘Fuck, you’re so tight, bunny. Want me to come?’. ‘P-please’, your nails digging into the soft skin of his back. ‘Where? Want me to fill you up? Or do you want me to come on your pretty face?’.

‘I-inside’, you shyly whispered, cheeks blushing in shame. ‘Oh, so you really are a bunny?’ Want to be bred like one, do you?’.

How could this be your first time with Mikey? He seemed to know your body better than Draken. He knew your kinks, your sweet spots, your weaknesses… He knew you; better than Draken ever did.

‘Come on, bunny. Beg for it. Beg for me to breed you like a cute, little bunny’. ‘P-please Mikey’, a whisper before you pulled him closer, your lips brushing over his ear, ‘Want you to come for me. I want you to fill me up; want you to breed me’.

‘S-shit’, Mikey shakily grunted, his thrusts getting sloppier, ‘Ready bunny?’. ‘Hm’, you nodded with an innocent look, ‘Please, Mikey’.

2 AM? You lowered your eyes as you stroked through the blonde’s hair, his head resting on your chest.

‘What now?’, a defeated tone in his voice. ‘I don’t know’, you softly replied, ‘He can’t know about this, Mikey. We can never let this happen again’.

‘I can’t live without this, without you’.

‘W-what?’, you gently sat up straight. Mikey now sitting on the edge of the bed. ‘I can’t live without you, Y/N. I’ve been in love with you for years, a-and like I said, I know it’s wrong but-‘. ‘Draken’s your friend, your brother’, you pulled the sheets to your chest, ‘Even if we go our separate ways, we can never happen, Mikey’.

‘Did this mean nothing to you?’, dark eyes looking over his shoulder, ‘Didn’t you feel anything?’.

You wish you didn’t, but you knew what he was talking about. Draken never compared to him.

‘I-I need to-‘, ‘Draken’s still out of town. You don’t need to go anywhere’, Mikey interrupted you, ‘And you’re not going anywhere at this hour. You’re staying here. I’ll sleep on the couch’.

‘N-no’, you quickly grabbed his hand, ‘Please, don’t’. ‘Tell me you felt it too, Y/N’, a broken whisper met your ears, his eyes filled with hurt.

‘It doesn’t change anything, Mikey’.

‘It does for me. I can’t stand to see you so unhappy, so neglected. I care about Draken, but he doesn’t treat you right-‘.

‘And you would?’, you chuckled, tears building up in the corner of your eyes.

‘I’d give you the world, Y/N’, his eyes locked on your hand that was holding his, ‘I would give you the world, and more’.

You hated this. The way he softly pulled away, how he walked to the bathroom with his head hanging low. You hated how you somehow managed to hurt not only Draken – if he ever found out – but Mikey as well.

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‘So’, Mikey cleared his throat as he watched you get off his bike, ‘I’ll see you?’. ‘Hm’, you looked at the ground, ‘See you, Mikey’. ‘Y/N-‘, his hand eager to grab yours, but he managed to hold back just in time. ‘I know’, you softly smiled, ‘I’m sorry too’.

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