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Splitting Hidden Thoughts

Pairing: Mike Sydal x Fem Reader   

Summary: The reader and Mike Sydal are best friends, but one thing Mike doesn't know is how the reader truly feels about him, in more ways than one. While watching one of Mike's matches, the reader is having a private conversation with one of her friends, explaining some of her feelings, Mike's brother Matt overheards, making sure Mike knows...

Warnings:  SMUT!!!! (18+ ONLY!)

Requested by:  Anon (Whoever you are, I hope you enjoy!)

Word Count:  2595

Tag List: @demonqueen29 @jessiebean00 @new-zealand-chic @crowleysqueenofhell @justamess44 @thatpanpal @hungmanhorsecarriage @irish-newzealand-idian-dutch  @linziland13 @yungbludjazz360  

I DO OWN THIS GIF

"Is Matt going out there with you?" I asked, staying by Mike's side while on our way to the guerrilla.

"He's going to stay back here and watch," Mike sighed, getting serious, "I want to establish that I can also be a singles competitor just like Matt did."

Mike did make a very good point and I couldn't argue about that. As his best friend, I will always respect and support his decisions. We had been friends for as long as I can remember, from when I was a rookie. Matt, Mike, and I have wrestled all over the world together and it was a good time.

"Understandable," I noted, trying to make him smile, "We all know you'll go out there and win, Mike. I'll be here rooting for you with Matt."

I put a bright smile on Mike's face, showing his appreciation by putting his arm around my shoulder till we got to the guerrilla, greeting Matt.

"I went ahead and grabbed your things for your entrance," Matt smiled, handing Mike his stuff.

"Thanks, man," He smiled, one of the crew members telling him that there were thirty seconds left. With little time left, I hugged Mike, smiling:

"Here's your good luck hug. Go win that match."

"Won't let you down," Mike promised, returning my hug.

After that, Mike was off and just a few ways from the guerrilla, Matt and I were watching the match, another one of my great friends, Kris Statlander joining us.

"Your man is on," Kris murmured to me, sitting down next to me and her words made me a bit nervous, about making me blush.

One thing I just couldn't get out of my mind is how much I wanted Mike. I wanted to be more than just friends and he could get my gears turning just with a look. Kris knew that she was the only one I believe and whenever I watched Mike, I just couldn't contain myself. Kris and I would joke around about it a little and I wasn't afraid to tell her about my feelings and she found it funny how I would make some adult comments, just admiring Mike with any given chance.

Preventing myself from biting my lip was such a hard task while watching him making his entrance, doing that famous split that always drove me wild. Watching how flexible he was, that amazing tush he had bouncing hard whenever he hit that mat. I had to put my legs together, my brain filling with wild thoughts.

"Contain yourself," Kris whispered to me, noticing how I felt.

"Trust me, I'm trying," I whispered, lowering my voice more, "You know that drives me crazy. I wonder if he could bust a split and park that Mack truck in this little garage."

"Oh my god," Kris blurted, trying to stay quiet, burying her face into her knees, "Why did you have to make that reference?"

"Leave me alone," I giggled, then just barely whispering, "Besides, I know he's packing a mac truck in there."

"You just need a pull a move and get that parked you know where," Kris responded, trying to encourage me to pull a move like usual.

"Believe me, it's tempting," I sighed, leaving our conversation at that, Mike's athletic abilities sure making it an entertaining match.

Kris had to slap my leg multiple times to pull me out of my hypnotism. Mike's flexibility, that amazing body, handsome face. How did she expect me to not be crazy about him? Not only that, the only person who probably knew Mike as I did was his brother Matt.

Mike was seriously the man of my dreams.

As expected, Mike put on a killer match, winning and when it was over, we all went back to the guerrilla to congratulate him on his victory.

"Another beautiful match," Matt smiled, hugging Mike whenever he came down the steps.

"Thanks," Mike huffed, arms opening up to me when I offered him a hug.

"You sure know how to put on a good match. Couldn't keep my eyes off that TV the entire time!" I smiled, Mike, giving me a little squeeze to thank me too.

"Let's go get you cleaned up so we can all head out," Matt commanded, taking Mike and heading off to the locker room, "Y/N, we'll meet you at the car. Sound like a plan?"

"I'll see you guys there," I sighed, going off to and getting my stuff ready.

We have always been traveling buddies too so we had a routine down that we followed religiously. Like always, we were all right on time and headed out to the hotel so we could call it a night, but something was off.

Our drive was awfully quiet which wasn't normal for us. In the back seat, I just zoned out with my earbuds in, but I noticed Matt and Mike talking quietly. Due to the music, I couldn't hear and even when I turned the music down, I still couldn't hear. I hated the fact that I couldn't read lips.

The only thing I could make out was that they were talking about me. Both of them looked up to me quickly in the review mirror multiple times and that made me beyond nervous. I stayed quiet the rest of the time, just getting my suitcase and heading into the hotel to get our keys.

Matt had his room and like usual, Mike and I shared one. Matt's room was on one of the lower floors, so he got off the elevator first. Once Matt was gone, there was nothing but awkward silence, Mike being the first to break when he asked:

"Everything alright, Y/N? You've been quiet."

All of the nervousness was beginning to come back, swallowing it down whenever I mumbled, "I'm just tired."

"That bed in our room is calling my name too, believe me," Mike chuckled, trying to provide some relief and it did make me smile.

When I got to our room, the first thing I did was take a shower, playing some music softly, trying to tell myself that nothing was wrong and the anxiety was nothing. After showering, I threw on my robe, ready to brush my hair and all, but I realized I left it that in my suitcase in the room.

So, I went back into the room, my suitcase right next to the dresser. As I bent over to reach into it, I heard Mike let out a deep breath, shirtless, scooting to the edge of the bed.

"Want to hear something pretty great that I heard tonight?" Mike smiled at me and I thought it was something about wrestling, very curious.

"You get a big match or something? If so, that's awesome!" I assumed, but I got quiet and listened carefully whenever he chuckled, looking away for a moment.

"I'm trying to remember the exact wording," Mike sighed, looking back to me, smiling, "Something about busting a split and parking that Mack truck in a little garage."

Gosh, I had never felt so embarrassed, also ready to kick Matt's butt. I forgot that he was in the room whenever I was joking with Kris. Matt must have good hearing because Kris and I were just barely whispering, like how could he have heard us? That's when I also realized that's what they were talking about in the car.

I just stared at Mike, completely frozen. My brain had nothing, no response, no way to get around it.

"You have always been good at keeping your composure and not letting anyone realize what you're thinking, but I know you best and I know, Y/N," Mike made clear.

The embarrassment grew even more and finally, I said something, standing in front of him, trying to make up for it, "Mike, you do know me best and I'm sorry that I made some inappropriate comments,"

I was going to continue, but Mike caught me off guard, my heart racing whenever he laughed at me, standing up tall, his voice growing into a sexy tone when he said, "Don't be sorry. Let me tell you, I am very good at keeping my composure and I have certain thoughts of my own."

His tongue darted across quickly while looking down at my silk robe and I just couldn't believe what was happening. I thought that I would never have a chance with Mike, but it was happening right now, making my heart going even faster.

"I'm sorry I brought this up so suddenly, but I think we both can agree that it's time to stop fighting our thoughts and express our true feelings," Mike sighed, still smiling at me, seeing how overwhelmed I was.

Mike was right. I was so tired of fighting my thoughts, wanting them to just take over, expressing my feelings by telling him, "Allow me to express mine first."

I just lost control, pull him to me, and kissing him hard. Kissing him, the sweet contact of our lips, it was better than I ever imagined, taking the time to forever remember each touch, even letting my tongue slip in a little.

Goosebumps formed all across my body, the coldness from my robe mixing with the heat steaming off my body when Mike's hands found my hips, smoothly sliding down to my ass, cupping it while he continued to return my kiss, giving a little spice of his own by biting my lower lip, hands coming back up, finding my breast.

"Someone's excited," Mike snickered, thumbs stroking my hardened nipples that were showing through my robe.

"I think I can say the same thing about you," I smirked, lifting my leg between his, sliding against his erection slowly.

"Still want me to bust a split below your equator?" Mike smirked, making a little joke of his own.

"I'm sure you're flexible enough to do it," I giggled, kissing him again, slowly untying my robe.

"You're about to find out," He whispered against my lips, my eyes drifting down to see his hands at his shorts, letting him drop to the floor.

One thing I was right about was that he was packing, biting my lip as that gave me another big rush, my adrenaline starting to pump a little like I was about to head into a match. Next, my robe fell to the floor. Mike's reaction to my body was a sight to see, not fighting his temptations whatsoever when his hands pulled me by the hips and turned me, putting me onto the bed.

At first, we took our time, wanting to explore all over one another, skin on skin while another steamy kiss began. His hands covered my breasts, giving them a good squeeze then began to fall and when they latched onto my hips, that's when I knew the real fun was going to begin.

He slowly placed me on my side, that sexy smile reappearing on his face while lifting my leg, between the two, kind of like a scissor position, but hooking my leg over his shoulder.

"I know you're flexible too," Mike smirked, tapping my ass, pushing my leg up a little higher, "Let me give you a better view."

If I wasn't turned on enough, Mike was giving me, literally what I said, picking himself up off his knees, jumping on the bed a little, and doing his split. His crown was perfectly aligned with my entrance, when he landed, it was stroking it softly, not wasting any more time when he slowly pushed into me.

"Damn, Mike," I whined, looking down to see for myself, seeing every inch slowly push into me till I was full.

"I'm just giving you what you asked for," He smirked, pulling back and then giving me a quick thrust, filling me again.

"I know," I whined, my moans growing while he continued, making sure his hips kept rolling, the tempo getting faster and making all of the pleasure add up quickly, "I love it."

I had to give him a lot of credit, he gave me exactly what I wanted and I was very impressed that he could do all of that in a split. He exceeded my expectations, it made me more curious to see what he was capable of, but with all of those quick thrusts that grew a little rough, that's all I wanted to focus on.

I'm sure he didn't mean to be rough, it was just the quickness, his hips smacking into mine. It made me feel like I was on fire with all of my nerves going nuts and I had never felt so good in my life. He always knew how to make a great time even better, his hands all over me again, teasing my breasts and nipples, soft smacks along my ass, his fingers adding to the pleasure, making my walls clamp up hard by getting my clit wet with my slick, rubbing it up and down, then in circles.

"Mike," I tried to say, but moaned his name like a prayer, giving him all of the praise with moans and babbles, my brain still trying to process everything meanwhile my body was just being poured and overloaded with pleasure.

"Am I better than you thought?" He smirked, knowing that's exactly what I thought, taking my hand while my body was just going crazy, doing whatever it wanted because the pleasure was so much, back arching and all.

"You're so damn good," I about cried, squeezing his hand hard, "You're like a god or something."

My comment made me laugh a little, "I'm just that damn good."

I never wanted this to end, but my body was about ready to give way, my lungs gasping for air. My heartbeat could be felt in every part of my body, the sound echoing in my head, the pulse in my neck and temple throbbing just as hard as my walls were.

"Oh my go-" Mike huffed, letting out some noise of his own, my body showing him how close to the edge I was, "You just want me to go even crazier huh?"

"Go crazy," I encouraged, moaning out salaciously, closing my eyes tightly, "I'm so close to cuming, Mike."

"I can tell," He panted, doubling his efforts, "Squeezing me like that, I already knew."

I took a handful of the bed sheets with both hands when Mike held my thigh hard, using it to revert to the super quickened pace, making sure he smacked my sweet spot every single time, the sound of wet skin slapping growing.

"Mike, I-" I began, my voice giving way, spots forming even with my eyes closed, like stars in the night, feeling all this moisture, it gushing out a little while he was still feeding me thrust, making me whine and moan even louder when I felt him bury himself, adding to the heat that already had me on fire.

We both needed a moment to breathe and recollect ourselves, Mike trying to relieve some of the tension in my body by massaging my leg and side, it helping a lot.

"If I knew what you were truly capable of, I would've made that comment right to you," I giggled, making him laugh too, letting my body relax more whenever he withdrew, slowly putting me on my back.

It felt like I was melting into the mattress, but able to pick up my head with a smile, returning Mike's kiss when he whispered, "I must god-like, as you said."