Disclaimer: I do not own The Mr. Men Show or any of its characters, but I do own Little Miss Music.
A fishing show played on the TV as Mr. Grumpy paced back and forth in his living room. He had his hands folded behind him and he muttered under his breath. The longing inside him increased with each passing second, but it wouldn't go away no matter what he did, and he was running out of ideas.
"What am I supposed to do?" he questioned out loud as he stopped in front of his chair. He didn't want to be stuck inside all day, but he also didn't want to go out and risk someone noticing his problem.
As his gaze moved over his telephone that was on a small table beside his chair, he suddenly realized that he wouldn't be able to fix this alone. He needed help. But who could he call? It had to be someone he could talk into doing this for him… Someone he wouldn't mind doing this with…
He started pacing again, muttering names to himself and immediately rejecting them with a huff of disgust at the thought of doing anything with them. After some thinking, he finally decided on the person he believed would be perfect for this job. The blue Mr. Man reached for the phone and dialed the number, asking his friend to come over before hanging up when he got the answer he wanted to hear.
Now all he had to do was wait.
As time passed Mr. Grumpy was starting to get impatient. Then at long last there was a knock at his door, and he went to go answer it, relief washing over him when he saw the Little Miss standing there on his doorstep.
"Hi, Mr. Grumpy," she greeted him as she stared up at him with shining eyes.
He couldn't stop himself from smirking. This is going to be easier than I thought, he realized. He could feel the longing eating at him, but soon his urges will be satisfied.
"Hello, Miss. Music," he said to her. Taking a step back, he gestured into his house. "Come in," he invited her, and she smiled at him before walking inside.
He closed the door behind her and turned to see his friend standing by his chair, her gaze fixed on the TV. "Watching one of your fishing shows, I see," she commented.
"Yeah," he mumbled as he joined her. Clearing his throat, he decided to jump right into it. "So, I'm having this problem," he announced, shifting his eyes sideways and then turning back to her. "And I was hoping you could help me with it."
She stared up at him. "Anything for you, Mr. Grumpy," she promised. She was silent for a moment before asking," Um… whatcha need help with?"
He took a step closer to her and stretched out his hand, stroking her arm gently as he looked deep into her eyes. She seemed to catch onto what he was trying to tell her without him having to say a word.
"Oh." She backed up a little. "I-I don't know, Mr. Grumpy…"
"But you said you'd do anything for me," he reminded her. He didn't like the idea of forcing her to do something she didn't want to do, but if he could talk her into doing this for him, his urges will get satisfied, and he could try to please her, too. This could benefit both of them. "You don't understand how much I need this, Miss. Music," he went on when she didn't speak for a while.
Little Miss Music still looked uncertain. "I-Is that the only reason you invited me over?" There was deep sadness in her voice and her eyes started watering.
Mr. Grumpy couldn't go on looking at her. He switched his gaze to his TV just in time to see the host of the show pull up a large fish. But for once he couldn't bring himself to feel excited about the great catch. He shifted his feet, suddenly regretting calling the music loving Little Miss. In her eyes, it must seem like he only planned to use her and then get rid of her…
But that is why I called her, isn't it? he questioned himself, disgusted with his decision. If only he could rewind time. He wouldn't even consider calling her. He'd ask someone else for help, even if it was someone he hated as long as he didn't hurt the Little Miss who stood here beside him right now.
When she let out a soft sigh, he turned back to Little Miss Music to see her pushing her glasses up and wiping away the tears that were falling out of her eyes. "Okay," she murmured.
Mr. Grumpy blinked. "Okay?" he echoed, confused.
Little Miss Music stared up at him. "I'll help you," she clarified.
His eyes went huge. "R-Really?" he stammered, and when she nodded, excitement rose in him. "Oh, Miss. Music, you honestly don't know how much this means to me!" He took hold of her hands and pulled her into a hug, wrapping his arms around her. For a moment they stayed like that. Then she looked up at him, their eyes locking. Suddenly he felt really nervous, and he was sure she could feel his heart beating in his chest because of how close they were.
Finally he started leaning in, noticing that she was doing the same. When their lips made contact, he closed his eyes. In that moment, something awoke inside him. He's only experienced this feeling once or twice in his lifetime, and those relationships may not have worked out, but he was determined to make this work. Before now, he never realized just how much she meant to him.
As he pulled her in closer to deepen the kiss between them, he opened his eyes a little and noticed with relief that she seemed to be enjoying it as much as he was.
After a while they separated and stared at each other, both of them breathing heavily. "Do you… want to go to the bedroom?" he managed to say between pants of excitement and longing.
She only nodded and let him guide her across the living room to his bedroom. As quick as he could, he closed the door and pulled her to the bed where he laid her down before climbing up next to her, leaning over her. Their eyes met, and then he started kissing her again, loving the softness of her lips. He let his hand wander her body, but when his fingers slipped through her hair, he hit her headphones and he couldn't stop himself from grunting in annoyance.
Seeming to notice his frustration, she sat up and removed her gray headphones. She also took out her phone from her pocket and then set it all on the nightstand beside the bed before turning back to him. "Better?" she asked.
"Much," he responded, and they continued to make out. His hand moved down her body; he half expected her to knock him away, so he was surprised when she started moaning at his touch. Realizing how much she was enjoying what he was doing, he rubbed faster.
Will it feel better if I took off her pants? he wondered.
Sitting up, Mr. Grumpy reached over to mess with her zipper, noticing that she was watching him, but she didn't object, and she still didn't say anything when he slipped her pants off, tossing them to the floor. Placing his hand on her underwear, he went up and down, surprised to feel how wet she already was. He gave her a teasing smirk as he worked, loving the cute little moans she made and the pleased look on her face.
It wasn't long before the throbbing in his own pants got too much for him. Pulling away from her, he looked down at the bulge.
Giggling made him turn back to Little Miss Music. "Do you want some help with that?" she asked, pointing to the front of his pants.
A smirk crossed his face. "Well, if you're offering," he teased. Then he reached down and undid his zipper, pulling out his hard member. He glanced at her just in time to see her eyes widening in surprise. He couldn't help but feel a little proud at the way she reacted when she saw it. "Do you want a taste?" he asked, hoping he sounded more smooth than desperate.
Instead of replying with words, she leaned over, still sitting on the bed as she flicked her tongue out, licking the tip. Almost immediately pleasure washed over him and he let out a low moan. He placed his hand on the back of her head, watching as she bobbed up and down, taking more of it in her mouth. As she did this, he moaned and stroked her hair, staring down at her lovingly.
Finally he couldn't hold back anymore. He stood up which made her stop, and she blinked at him in confusion. But he didn't explain what he was doing. Pushing her onto her back, he slipped off her underwear before getting on his knees beside the bed and pulling her closer to him. He flicked his tongue up and down her sensitive area, and she gasped in surprise. Then she gave in and relaxed a little as she moaned.
After several minutes, he felt her body tense around him, and he worked harder, shoving his tongue deep inside her and enjoying the way she tasted. Soon he noticed that she was getting close, so he continued until she gave one final jerk and her juices filled his mouth.
Swallowing, he straightened up and stared down at her, smirking when he saw how pleased she looked. She was breathing heavily and blinking repeatedly like she was having trouble focusing.
Mr. Grumpy gestured to the head of the bed. "Why don't you move up a little?" he suggested.
The Little Miss glanced where he was pointing, seeming to have her senses back. Then she crawled into position. Mr. Grumpy joined her, leaning over to give her a kiss on the lips before getting in between her legs. He licked his hand and rubbed his member to get it nice and hard.
But before he pushed in, Little Miss Music spoke his name softly, and he looked down at her. "It's-It's been-" She broke off for a second, swallowed uncomfortably, and then tried again. "This is the first time I'm doing this… in a long time," she finally admitted.
A soft smile crossed his face. "That's okay," he assured her. "I'll be gentle." For a couple of moments they just stared at each other until Little Miss Music finally gave him a nod that told him she was ready.
He positioned himself and started to slowly enter her, hearing her whimper a little, but when she gasped loudly and shut her eyes tight, he stopped. "Are you okay?" he asked, suddenly very concerned about her. Looking down, he noticed the scarlet liquid leaking out of her, which confused him at first since what she said seemed to suggest that she's done this before. But then he understood that it's probably been so long that her body is acting like this was her first time.
"It's okay," he whispered to her, stretching out his arm to gently stroke her hair. "You just need to get used to it again; then it'll feel amazing, I promise."
She blinked up at him but said nothing as he continued to push in until he couldn't anymore. He started to pull out before he went in again, gradually gaining speed. The first few times he did this, she still looked like she was in pain, but soon a soft moan escaped her, and relief washed over Mr. Grumpy when he realized that she was starting to enjoy it.
After a while he found himself breathing heavily from exhaustion and his back was beginning to hurt. He didn't want to stop because of the pleasure that was running throughout his body, and he loved the moans she was making, but he was unable to go on thrusting in and out of her the way he was positioned.
Reluctantly he pulled away from her. "Crooked cucumbers," he sighed.
"What's wrong?" Little Miss Music appeared beside him and blinked down at him. "Is it me?" she suddenly asked before he could answer her first question. "A-Am I doing something wrong?" Alarm flashed in her eyes. "It's been so long, maybe I forgot how—
"No, no, it's nothing like that," he quickly interrupted her, and he noticed that she looked relieved when he said that. "It's my back," he went on with an annoyed grunt. "It was killing me in that position."
The Little Miss smiled at him. "How about I do all the work?" she offered. She signaled for him to lay down, which he did without objecting. For a moment he thought she was going to wet his penis as if to make sure it went in without hurting her again, but she hesitated and an uncertain look crossed her face as she stared down at it.
Confused, Mr. Grumpy glanced at his member, understanding why she didn't want to put it in her mouth when he saw that it was covered with her blood and juices. "It should slip right in," he promised as he grabbed her arm, gently pulling her to him until she was right above his crotch. He gave her a little nod of encouragement when she looked at him. Then she crouched down.
He moaned softly as he entered her, loving the feel of her insides scraping against his manhood. As she started bouncing up and down, a thought suddenly came to him. Reaching forward, he pulled on her shirt, flashing her an apologetic look when her glasses fell off. He waited for her to put them back on, and then he unbuttoned her bra and also took that off. Now she only wore her glasses, and he was unable to look away from her chest.
"I-I'm sorry they are so small," she stammered, glancing sideways, and he just barely noticed that she was blushing because it blended in so well with her red skin.
He sat up as best as he could without her getting off him. He caressed her cheek which made her turn back to him, and he kissed her. "They're perfect," he murmured.
"R-Really?" Her eyes lit up with surprise.
Mr. Grumpy nodded and then ducked his head to flick his tongue around her nipple while he groped her other breast with his hand. She moaned in pleasure.
After a few moments he laid back down and blinked up at her. Seeming to understand, she started to bounce on his hard cock again, hot pleasure washing over him. As she gained speed, his body tensed up, and it wasn't long before he knew he was getting close. He tried to hold on but couldn't. She felt so amazing!
Before he could stop himself, he shot his load deep inside her. Then he collapsed on the bed, suddenly very exhausted. She rolled off him and laid beside him. Glancing at her, he saw her looking down at the white stuff leaking out of her, an uncertain expression on her face.
"Sorry," he panted. "I couldn't help myself." He gave her a sly smile.
She turned to him. "Um… that's okay," she stammered, but despite her words, she didn't sound okay. He opened his mouth to ask her what was wrong, only to shut it again when she scooted closer to him. His heart swelled with emotion for the Little Miss, and he wrapped his arms around her. They laid there for a few moments, but suddenly she sat up and climbed off the bed.
He watched her as she started to pick up her clothes, not seeming to care about the white liquid running down her leg. "What are you doing?" he asked her, confused.
"I'm glad that I was able to please you, but I'm sure you want me to leave." She had her back to him, but he could hear the deep sadness in her voice.
Frowning, Mr. Grumpy got up as well and walked over to her. He gently turned her around until she was looking at him, and he took her clothes from her, dropping them to the floor again. "I want you to stay," he said, smiling kindly.
"A-Are you sure?" she stammered.
He nodded and pulled her back to the bed, laying her down on it before joining her. Wrapping his arms around her, he brought her close to him. He didn't care that they were still sweaty and dirty. They can clean up later, and the sheets already needed washing anyways after what they did, so what's the harm in resting together for a little bit?
They laid there face to face, staring at each other until the Little Miss closed her eyes. Mr. Grumpy couldn't stop looking at her. He stroked her hair and kissed her forehead, wanting so much to say something. But he didn't think he was ready yet, especially since the only reason he invited her over was to satisfy his needs. In his desperate state, he never imagined that something special would come of this.
"Senpai?" Little Miss Music blinked open her eyes and stared up at him. It took him a moment to realize that she was talking to him.
"Um… yeah?" he stammered, taken aback by the name she called him. He's heard her say that before, but he never asked her what it meant, and now didn't seem like the time.
Maybe someday I will find out what it means, he thought.
"I'm glad I came over," she finally said after a few moments of nervously playing with her fingers.
He kissed her. "I'm glad you did, too," he admitted, pulling her closer, and they continued to lay there in bed together. He wasn't sure how long they would stay this way, but he didn't want to get up just yet.
For once he wasn't in a bad mood. He was actually happy and content, and he just wanted to cuddle up to the music loving Little Miss as long as he could.