Mike Fuentes/OC

Smut

Rated R

Can you do one where you're a photographer on tour with PTV and Mike is hitting on you like the whole tour and finally at the end of the tour he tells you and you guys end up having very rough sex. THANK YOU!

"Smile!" guys of Pierce The Veil whooped and laughed after getting their first picture taken on the first day of tour. You were the photographer traveling with them and already felt welcome. The guys headed toward the bus with their bags and loaded up. You went around to the front of the bus and took a picture of the mustache decal they had put on it.

"Y/N come on!" Jaime called from the bus, you chuckled and picked up your stuff and got on it. You sat next to Mike and took more pictures of the guys. You turned to Mike and put your camera up to your eye, he smiled widely and you took a picture.

"Perfect." You whispered. Mike smirked to himself, you didn't know he had heard you.

The bus arrived at the first venue after a long ten hour trip. You got off the bus and stretched. You put your camera around your neck and turned it on. You took pictures of the guys with their bags, the crew setting up and the long line of fans waiting outside. You stood backstage as the guys warmed up. Mike walked over to you and smiled.

"Hey Y/N." He greeted you. You snapped a picture of him drinking from the bottle of water he had.

"What's up?" You said looking down at the picture to see how it turned out. Mike moved a bit of your hair out of your face, you rose an eyebrow and looked at him. Mike winked at you and smirked.

"Is there something I can help you with?" You said with narrowed eyes and a smirk of your own. Mike bit his lip teasingly,

"If there was, would you help me?"

"Well now that depends."

"On?"

"What exactly you need help with. Because I mean, if you can't get it up on your own…" You trailed off grinning. He chuckled and rose his eyebrows.

"Hey now, I'm perfectly capable of that but I'm also not opposed to the idea of having a helping hand." Mike winked.

"I'm sorry but my hands are busy with my camera." You smiled and brushed past him. Mike finished getting ready and went out on stage. You stood in between the stage and the crowd and took pictures. You zoomed in on Mike to get a picture of him playing and when you looked back at the picture he was winking at you. You looked up and saw him smile.

More shows went like that, the flirt session backstage, sexual tension, occasional slap on the ass. Pretty soon the tour was finishing up, it felt like it went by too fast.

"Damn, weren't we just meeting for the first time? Now we're about to play our last show." Vic said to you.

"I know right, I don't want it to end." You said and shot a quick glance at Mike who sat beside his brother with a grin.

The guys played their last show, ending with pranks, beer and a hell of a good time. As you were packing up your camera equipment you felt warm arms wrap around your waist and lips attach to your neck. You tilted your head back onto Mike's shoulder as he grazed his teeth over your neck.

"Y/N I've needed you for so fucking long." He breathed against your skin.

"What about the guys?" You said, closing your eyes as he bit at your shoulder.

"They won't bother us." Mike turned you around and picked you up. Your lips attached to his as he walked into another room. It was empty besides a few crates of equipment. Mike pressed you against the wall and tore open your button up flannel shirt, he kissed your neck and collarbone, stopping at the edge of your bra. Somehow Mike managed to take off your pants and his, gripping your hips tight and lining himself up. You bit your lip as he thrust into you hard. You screamed out at the size of him ramming into your tight hole.

"Fuck Mike." You groaned against his shoulder, trying to muffle your moans. Mike bucked his hips upward, slamming into you, hitting your g-spot. You dug your nails into his back drawing blood.

"Fuck Y/N." Mike growled. He crushed his lips to yours, tongues wrestling as he pressed his body against yours. The sound of skin on skin and muffled moans filled the room as you began to sweat. Beads of sweat dripped down your face and soaked the roots of your hair. Mike carried you from the wall and placed you on a crate. He knelt down and spread your legs apart, resting them over his shoulders. His tongue came in contact with your sweet spot, viciously licking and sucking. You reached your hand into his hair and edged him forward slightly, begging for more. Your legs shook, a low feeling emerged from within you and your breathing got shaky, before you knew it you were climaxing in Mike's mouth as he lapped up after last drop. He wiped his mouth and climbed back on top of you, thrusting deep inside of you and keeping a fast pace. You wrapped your legs around his waist and reached your hands behind your head, gripping onto the edge of the crate you laid on. Sweat rolled down your bodies and faces, your make up running, leaving streaks down the side of your face.

"Mike! Michael fuck!" You moaned, the crate beneath you slightly rolling around on the floor. Mike groaned and grunted, squeezing your breasts as he pounded into one last time before pulling out and orgasming on your stomach. He hovered above you for a moment, hands on the crate on either side of your head. You both panted hard, trying to regain your strength. Once you caught your breath you got up and cleaned yourselves off then got dressed. You walked out of the room and saw some crew members walk into the room you had just left. They put on gloves and scrunched up their faces and they moved the crate inch by inch with their finger tips, not wanting to touch it.