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[fanficgirl429]

Mike has a feelings for you (fluff)

Prompt: While babysitting Abby she tells you that Mike has a crush on you

Pairing: Reader x Mike Schmidt

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“I can’t believe I have to fucking work today,” Mike says, pulling his gray security shirt on. “I told them I can only work during the week!”

Your best friend scrambles around the living room, looking for his phone, keys, and wallet- all of which are in various places. You are currently sitting on the couch, watching all of this unfold. He was always leaving his items in various places. How many times had you told him to leave them in the same spot?

He finds his keys and phone and shoves them into the back pocket of his jeans.

“Where is my wallet?” he says, running his fingers through his already messy brown hair.

“Did you check your room?” you ask.

He quickly leaves the room and returns moments later with his wallet in his hand.

Mike let’s out a sigh and looks over at you. “Are you sure you’re ok watching her? I can always call Max.”

“I don’t mind watching her at all,” you tell him.

You stand up and walk over to your best friend. Wrapping your arms around his waist you pull him into a tight hug. He instantly relaxes and wraps his arms around you.

“You have no idea how amazing you are,” Mike tells you, smiling.

You laugh as Mike takes a step back and towards the front door.

“Thank you so much for watching her,” Mike calls. “I owe you!”

“Hey Abs,” you say, sitting down on the edge of her bed. “What are you drawing?”

Abby smiles and passes you the sheet of paper. There is a white house with a large tree and three people standing out front. A man, a woman, and a child.

“You have to tell me who everyone is,” you say, pointing to the three people.

Abby stands up and comes to sit besides you on the bed. Her small hand points to the man on the page, “That’s Mike,” she moves her hand to the woman, “you,” and points to the child, “and that’s me.”

You weren’t shocked that you were drawn- Abby tended to draw the three of you alot. Mike and you had been best friends since middle school and you loved Abby like she was your little sister. Most of her drawings were things the three of you had done together or what she wanted to do with the two of you.

“And who’s house is this?” you question.

“We all live there together,” Abby states.

“Oh, that sounds fun,” you reply.

“Yea! Because you and Mike are going to get married!”

Abby’s comment throws you off. Not once has she ever asked about your and her brother's relationship.

“What makes you think we’re getting married?”

“Because Mike has a crush on you,” Abby says, shrugging.

You laugh. “No he doesn’t.”

Abby nods her head. “Yes he does. He says your name a lot in his sleep.”

“But that doesn’t mean he has a crush on me,” you tell her.

Abby’s silent for a moment then answers quietly. “You make him smile and laugh and he’s always happy when you’re around. He’s not like that around anyone else.”

Her answer surprises you but kids are very perceptive. Instead of pressing any further, you tell Abby to start to get ready for bed.

“Do you have a crush on Mike?” Abby askes as you tuck her in to her bed.

“Oh…um…yea, I do,” you tell her.

Little does Abby know but you are in love with her brother.

Abby smiles and nods and you turn the light off, closing the door behind you as you walk back to the living room.

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Abby falls asleep quickly and you sit in the living room watching tv. Your mind keeps going back to conversation with Abby. Does Mike really have a crush on you?

Abby doesn't know it (well maybe she figured it out) but you’ve had feelings for Mike for a long time. You loved your relationship with Mike and didn’t want to jeopardize it so you never made any indication or moves towards him. You had hoped that maybe he would be the first one to make a move but he never did.

All of the sudden it hits you, how tired you are. You stand up from the couch and stretch and slowly walk back towards Mikes room. This isn’t the first time you had slept over. Many times after Abby had gone to sleep, you and Mike would stay up together, hanging out. At first Mike insisted that you sleep at his house but now he didn’t even have to say anything- you would just crash on his bed, next to him.

It doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep and a few hours later, the bed dips slightly as Mike lays down next to you- waking you but only for a brief moment.

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The sun peeks through the curtains in Mikes room and the smell of bacon and pancakes wake you up from your sleep.

The spot on the bed next to you is disheveled -the only evidence that Mike has slept there.

As you lay in bed for another minute, you hear voices drifting down the hallway. You can’t make out what they are saying but you can tell it’s Mike and Abby.

Standing up, you walk into the hallway but hang back for a moment- waiting to see what they are talking about.

“Did you know that Y/N had a crush on you?” Abby tells Mike.

“How do you know?” you hear him ask.

“She told me,” Abby states matter of factly.

It’s then that you decide to walk into the small kitchen. Abby and Mike are both sitting at the small kitchen table, eating bacon and pancakes.

“Morning,” you say, walking over to the coffee maker.

“Morning,” Abby and Mike say at the same time.

Mike's hair is sticking up in various directions and he looks like he just woke up. His dark t-shirt hugs his frame and you know he’s wearing his favorite pair of flannel pajama pants.

“I’m going to go draw,” Abby says, leaving you and Mike alone in the kitchen.

Mike watches as you pour yourself a glass of coffee but don’t turn around to face him.

“So,” he begins. “Abby told me something interesting…”

“And what was that?” you question, although you already know the answer.

“She said that you have a crush on me.”

“Oh. Why would she say that?”

“She said that you told her you did.”

You turn around to face your best friend, your eyes locking with his. His cheeks are slightly pink and it makes you feel better that this conversation might be slightly embarrassing for him as well.

“I-uh-,” you stammer.

Mike stands up and walks over to you and your back presses against the counter. He slowly moves his hands to your waist, waiting to see how you’ll react. When you don’t move away, he grips your waist, his brown eyes locking with yours.

“What if I told you that I had a crush on you?” he says.

A soft smile crosses your lips and Mike reaches up and places his hand against your cheek, his thumb moving in small circles.

You move your arms up and snake them around his neck, waiting for him to make the next move. His body is pressed against yours and you can feel his heart pounding against his chest.

Within moments, he leans down and brushes his lips against yours before pulling away.

“Why did you stop?” you tease him.

He smiles as his presses his lips against yours and they move together, almost as if the two of you had done this before.

[fanficgirl429]

Mike Schmidt Smut

Prompt: Your boyfriend, Mike, returns home from job searching and its just pure smut

Fem!reader x Mike Schmidt

Edited by: @callsign-fox

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The door closed abruptly as your boyfriend let himself through the front door. You exchange small smiles as he leans his tall frame against the wall and crosses his arm, looking over at you. 

“Hey babe. How did it go? Did you find a job?” you ask, placing your book you were reading on the coffee table.

Mike nods as he starts to untie his tie. “Yea…”

Hesitation is evident in his voice. It’s clear there is something he doesn't want to share, which is normal. Your boyfriend was a secretive person but with some prying, he would eventually tell you what was nagging at him. 

“What is it?” you ask, leaning forward, your eyes locked with his.

Mike sighs before glancing down the hallway, checking to see that his little sister wasn't in earshot. 

“It’s overnight. I don’t know what I’m going to do about Abby.”

He runs his fingers through his dark hair, frustration written all over his face. 

“You’ll figure something out,” you tell him. “You always do.” 

You slowly stand up and walk over to where Mike is and wrap your arms around his waist. Mike gently pulls you tight against him, his strong arms wrapped around your torso. 

You turn your head to look up at him and your eyes meet his dark ones. Slowly he lowers his head down and presses his lips against yours. 

The kiss is slow to start but soon he begins to move his lips quicker against yours. He playfully tugs on your bottom lip and you part your mouth slightly, as his tongue tangles with yours. 

His hands move to the back of your thighs and he easily picks you up, walking towards the kitchen. 

“Abby is asleep, right?” he asks between kisses. 

You smile and nod, as he continues toward the kitchen. 

The room is small and there are items littered along the counter, but Mike uses his hand to push a few items aside and places you down on the nearest surface. 

Mike’s warm hands brush over your thigh as he forces himself between your legs, spreading them wide for him. You instinctively wrap them around his waist and you can feel his erection pressing against your core. He presses his lips to yours as he quickly unbuttons your jeans. His fingers graze over your hips before slowly sliding beneath your underwear. 

He lets out a soft moan as he feels the slickness between your legs. His lips brush over your ear and your heart begins to race. 

“Damn babe,” he says as he runs his fingers along your core.

His thumb rubs circles over your sensitive spot and you push your hips forward, causing Mike to let out a soft laugh. Leaning forward, you wrap your arms around your boyfriend's neck and place your lips back against him, kissing him quickly. 

As his lips move against yours, he slips two fingers inside of you, causing you to let out a soft moan. His fingers move quickly against you, hitting the perfect spot each time. 

As your high approaches, your legs clench around Mike's hips and he instinctively moves his fingers quicker, your walls clenching around him. 

A loud moan escapes your lips and Mike places his hand on top of mouth, gesturing towards the hallway. 

The two of you are silent for a moment listening for any movement from Abby’s room. When you don’t hear any noise, you lean forward and press your hand against his erection, evident through his black jeans. 

Mike let’s put a soft moan. “Stop teasing,” he groans. 

A mischievous smile forms on your lips and you reach up, fiddling with the button on his jeans. You take your time unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans and you can tell that Mike is growing impatient.

When his jeans are undone, you tug them down his waist along with his black boxer briefs. 

Reaching down, you wrap your hand around his length and slowly begin to run your fingers along it. 

Mike places his hand on top of yours and uses his legs to push your further apart. 

“I need you now,” he tells you, dark eyes staring down at you. 

Mike watches as you wiggle out of your jeans and pull them down your legs along with your underwear. You are so ready for him as you help guide his length to your core. He slowly pushes in, moaning at your tightness around his length. You let out a gasp as he fills you up before pulling back. 

Mike's hands grip your waist as he pushes back in and begins to move his hips against yours- finding a steady rhythm. 

Your hands move along his back, digging into his t-shirt. You wouldn’t be surprised if there were scratch marks being left in their wake. 

The house is silent as Mike continues to move against you. 

With each thrust, you feel your climax coming closer and closer. Reaching down you grab Mike's hand and guide it towards your center. His thumb rubs against your sensitive spot and moments later you come undone- a loud moan filling the room. 

With two more thirsts Mike reaches his high, releasing into you. 

He leans down and places his head against your shoulder, his warm breath tickling your neck. 

Once his breathing is steady, he takes a step back from you and pulls up his boxers and pants. 

He takes a step towards you and holds his hands out and you place your hands in his. Mike helps you down from the counter and watches as you put your leggings back on. 

“What do you say we have round two in the shower?” Mike says, his brown eyes staring at you. 

You pretend to think about it for a moment. 

“Are we going to sleep at all tonight?” you reply, laughing. 

Mike shrugs. “Probably not.”