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house of cards

ft. bully!mikey x reader

+ mikey has built quite the reputation for himself, you can't help but be tempted to make it all tumble down.

cw. dark content, college au, afab!fem!reader, noncon filming and pictures taken, slapping, dom!mikey, toxic mikey, name calling, degradation, objectification (?), writing on skin, he rubs his dick on ur face um yeah, unprotected sex against reader's will, mentions of STIs tho mikey's clean, one mention of piss, death threat, slight overstimulation, bullying.

an. 18+, minors dni. i love mean mikey yup yup make me cry ilysm. this is a drabble okay ?? :) smile and nod or else. 1,8k, not proofread. please lmk if i missed any tags.

The door swings open like a gale of wind attempting to wreak havoc in your dorm. Not a storm, no—Manjiro Sano. You look over your shoulder before plunging back into the comfort of your bed.

"Most people knock, you know." Boots thunder against your cheap hardwood floors, icy and nimble fingers harshly grabbing at your jaw as he leans over the bed in all his mad glory.

"Is that so?" His words drip of venom and the abyss hides itself in his charcoal eyes and midnight hair. "Most dogs behave, you know." You gulp—you didn't think he'd be this mad.

"Are ya gonna explain yourself," You yelp as he pulls your hair and drags you off the bed. "You sneaky little bitch?" He shoves you down on your knees while he plops himself comfortably where you were lying just a second ago. "I didn't—I didn't do anything-" Your head turns abruptly and your cheek stings. Tears well up in your eyes and a sob escapes you. "Wrong."

Mikey lets out a deep sigh and runs his fingers through his hair. "I don't think you understand the situation you're in, sweetheart." His silence speaks volumes, filling in blanks you wish you couldn't read. "Confess to your filthy little sins and maybe I won't make your life a livin' hell." It's terrifying, the way his lips tug into a wicked smile, not a single speck of benevolence in his vicious eyes.

"I might have.. said some things.." His eyebrow quirks up, lithe fingers pointing down at his jeans. "Do I need to help you with every fuckin' sentence? Spit it out already, mutt." You fumble with his belt and the metal clings clearly in your mind. Pulling down his zipper, you gaze up at him—regret washes over you the second his orbs meet yours.

"I told Senju to," You clear your throat when your shaky hands press against the wet patch of fabric, Mikey's cock twitching despite his cold demeanor. "-told her to spread some rumors about you.. They weren't anything serious! Just a little funny-" "Funny?" Mikey clicks his tongue.

"Spreadin' a rumor 'bout me having more STI's than letters in my name is funny?" You don't know what demon possessed you to snort when you were one foot in the grave already, but Satan's never liked you that well. "Oh? You're a brave one, aren't ya?" If he wanted you to answer, he doesn't let you when he shoves your face into the soaked fabric of his boxers.

"Wasn't just one lie you blubbered with that useless mouth of yours," His pupils dilate and the faintest of moans slip out between his plush lips when your tongue wets his underwear and laps at the precum dripping through. "Seems like I can't get it up either, huh?" They're all blatant lies, that much is evident when his cock springs up when you pull the fabric down—it blushes red at the tip and leaks down the sides of his length.

"What'cha even good for if you can't get my dick hard?" You ogle at him with big puppy eyes. It's already hard, you fucker. His dick bounces against your chin, vein pulsating against the flesh.

Mikey presses the tip against your face, admiring the way his cock drools down your skin. Bored by the current flow of the ongoing event, he wraps his fingers around your throat before pulling you towards the bed. His hand tightens its hold before he roughly throws you onto the mattress.

Cold fingers dip underneath your clothing and they make haste sliding each attire off your skin. Barely a few seconds pass with your bare body exposed to the air before he rubs his leaking slit around your entrance. "Wh-what are you doing? Put on a condom already."

"Nah, don't feel like it." He circles your pulsating clit with a hand wrapped around his shaft and a perverse glint in his eyes. "I mean, sharing's caring, yea? If the rumors you poured your heart 'n soul into are lies, then ya have nothing to worry 'bout!" A devilish smile with pitch-black orbs bore into you.

His hand snakes up your body till Mikey has his palm covering your mouth. Eyes drip of obsidian when he impales himself inside you with one deep and painful thrust. You gasp and drool into his hand, being completely at the Devil's mercy. "But lyin' ain't cute, sweetheart."

Rasping against your walls, Mikey's length pistons inside you with fervor and no care of your incessant whining. Legs thrown over his shoulders, his abs flex with each roll of his hips. Mikey's always been a piece of shit—there's not a single person on campus who hasn't heard his name at least once.

Notorious for seeking out trouble and adding fuel to the fire which is his insanity, any person in their right mind would walk the other way when seeing him. Unfortunately for you, he simply came running to you—itching to make you his new victim for his continuous bullying and pestering.

There's nothing he enjoys more than others suffering as a result of his foul actions. Taking your underwear before class, spitting on you when he sees you in the library—hell, one time he fucking peed inside you after fucking you in the public bathroom. There's no escaping his atrocities; one word and he could change the trajectory of your life for the worse.

Is it really that surprising that you wanted to get back at him just once? Though it's clear as day to you now—once is one too many when it comes to Mikey and his limited patience.

You wish you could bring yourself to walk away, but there's no hiding the slick that runs down your thighs every time he drags his fat cock out of your clenching hole. Shame floods your veins and your cheeks heat up at the sheer loudness of each squelch of his balls against your skin.

"This pussy's fuckin' mine, got it?" A paroxysm of pleasure strikes like lightning through your veins, nodding along in a frenzy. His hands dig into the flesh of your hips, tongue darting out to lick his lip. "If I see ya with someone else I'll fuckin' beat them to death," Clenching around him like a vice, your velvet walls quiver when his mushroom tips kisses against your deepest spot.

"Cunt's got my name on it, but my cock will never be yours." He snickers. You can't bring yourself to say anything back, the heat spreading in your abdomen about to burst, fingernails digging into the palms of your hands and eyes shutting close. "'M gonna-gonna cum—Mikey!" Fingers dip down to squeeze at your nipples with a haze of lust swirling in his eyes. "Look at me when you cum on my cock, slut." Your eyes roll back into your skull and your back arches into his body.

"Cunt's so sloppy, got an expiration date on this shit?" The filthiest and most gutwrenching words spill out of his lips, yet his violent pace turns erratic and a gurgled moan slithers out of his throat when he pinches your clit and you cream all over his cock.

His calloused hand grabs your left leg, squishing the flesh when he presses it close to your chest. "The only dick fuckin' into you is mine, sweetheart." Harsh and deep rams of his shaft into your trembling cunt has you sobbing from overstimulation.

"How 'bout we start a new fuckin' rumor?" Your eyes cross when he flickers at your clit and you jolt against Mikey's clenching muscles. "..Huh?" He chuckles at you despite never halting the continuous 'pap, pap, pap' against your skin. "'This bitch y/n is such a cockhungry whore, throwing herself at Mikey just to be his personal cumdump'," He delivers a sharp thrust, burying himself deeper in your pulsating walls, fat balls hanging low and full of seed ready to blow in your tight cunt. "How's that for some drama?" He snickers at your dazed look. "You got the look already, don'cha?"

There's some rustling on the other side of the bed, but you don't catch it with the way his cock throbs inside of you, kissing that one spot that has you going stupid. "Yeah, that's the shit—squeeze my cock jus' like that," Mikey throws his head back, reluctant to cum anywhere but deep in your womb, but you don't deserve that.

He pulls out with a hiss, cock coated in slick and cum as he tugs and drags on his length with his lips tucked between his teeth. A guttural groan runs throw him as he sprays white seed out of his throbbing tip all over your tits and dripping onto your stomach and bare pussy. A blinding light coats your body and a 'click' resonates throughout the room.

"Ain't ya lucky—you're one photogenic little cocksleeve." Mikey presses his chest against your and bites your bottom lip till it bleeds and you whimper when he licks over it with a nasty grin on his face. "Got a pen or somethin' 'round here?" You're not coherent enough to understand the words tumbling out of his lips, let alone answer him.

You hear him rummage through your room with a light hum and delicate footsteps. "Ah, found one!" Like a giddy little kid, he jumps back into the bed, hands quick to fondle your tits and press against every inch of your skin.

"Don't move." You jerk when the tip of a pen digs into your skin, gasping into Mikey's arm. "I said," His eyes roll and he grips both your hands and push them into the mattress above your head. "Don't fuckin' move."

You trash and shake under his gaze, eyes hung low and focused on your ink-stained skin. "It tickles..!" His tongue darts out in concentration. "Almosttt done.." Mikey sits back on his heels and puts the top back on the pen, chuckling at his work.

"Now, just smile one last time." Your head lolls to your side in confusion, but a lazy tug on your lips will have to suffice. "No, no, no. Smile. Gimme that dumb grin you had when I drilled my cock in ya." Maybe it's the nefarious tint to his grin that has you obeying, a flash blinding your eyes before you can think to decline. When a video and pictures leak and flood social media like a plague, you gasp in horror at the blurry images—it's unmistakenly you.

A lewd video of the invincible Mikey ramming into your pussy and hole sucking him back in with each thrust circulates throughout campus and spreads like wildfire. By the time the original video has been taken down, it's been shared too many times to have any hope of ever disappearing.

Though, the image of your cute little grin with "Mikey's jizz jar" written in bold, blue letters on your lower stomach, right above your pussy—it's his favorite.