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You were hanging out with the Ways all day, the three of you had a movie marathon and had fun, eating bowls of popcorn after bowls; laughing when the main characters were being stupid or dramatic, and making fun of any intimate scenes, dissecting every small detail that seemed unreal. The day flew by and the sun set, making all of you sleepy, you already told your parents about sleeping at the Way's house so it should be fine.
Gerard was the first to break the long list of yawning with a small, "Okay guys, I'm gonna head to sleep- I was up late yesterday drawing so I'm like a corpse by now. G'night Mikes, g'night Y/N!" the two of you mumbled back your own responses and continued to watch one of those really shitty sitcoms. At one point though you felt your eyes grow heavy, slowly drifting off to sleep and then waking up when something happened in the movie, you lost the fight with sleep though, dozing off on the couch with Mikey sitting on the floor before it.
He wasn't tired yet, but he saw you falling asleep and he thought about going up to his room to maybe read a comic, but he didn't. Instead he stayed and waited for your breaths to even out, making sure you were deep in sleep. Something was so attractive about you when you were asleep to Mikey, and he knew it was weird, you were only his friend but everytime you came over for a sleepover he had to withhold himself. The way your lashes were so still and your mouth was narrowly open, sometimes you even talked in your sleep, and that made him feel so flustered.
He never thought about taking advantage of you, ever; but it got to a point where his dignity was already ruined by the way he touched himself in his room, thinking about how you were sleeping safe and sound on the couch- just a room away. This night he knew that he was going to be selfish, that he'll do this once and never again, but he needed to do it.
He stood from the floor, looking down at you as you were displayed on the couch before him, in utter peace, that is about to get disturbed. He leaned down to plant a soft kiss on your slightly opened lips, and he had to hold back a moan to not wake you up. His lips trembled in anticipation, he could feel himself twitching in his tight boxers, he reached down to his pajama pants to palm himself through the fabric.
Slowly, he crawled on top of the couch and on you, a leg on each side of you, straddling your hips but not putting too much pressure as to not touch you, not yet. He didn't think about what would happen if you'd wake up- it scared him just as much as it turned him on… Getting caught doing something sinister to his best friend. Would you even stop him? Would you tell anyone? The questions swarmed his thoughts as he softly pulled up the tank top you had on, he wasn't about to stop, let him be damned but he needed this, he needed you.
His hands grazed over your skin, not even a full touch, just ghosting over your boobs, when his fingers reached your nipples it's like they knew that his hands were close to them, maybe the heat that came from him alerted them, but they hardened under his fingers. He rutted into his boxers, searching for more friction already, and that's when he thought if he's doing this, why not do it all the way, he was doomed either way…
He straightened, looking down at you, sleeping quietly, oblivious to everything that is happening. He took a big breath and tried to calm himself down, he had to be careful, soft, so he won't wake you; but did he have it inside him? To stay controlled.
His hands hooked two fingers into your pajama shorts on each side, pulling it down centimeter by centimeter, stopping everytime you groaned in your dream or tried to move. Once they were over your knees he let them stay there, he took in the view. Your panties looked so fucking good on you he sucked in a gasp of air, biting down on his lip to keep him from making a sound. He pulled the small cloth aside and ran his fingers through your folds, eliciting a small whine from you- fuck, he had to be really careful.
He slowly pushed in a finger, feeling the wetness of your insides and gosh- you were tight, but he kept working you up to take him, if he wants to make sure you won't feel a thing once you wake up, he had to stretch you before he could fuck you. He added another finger and kept his pace slow, tantalizingly slow- even for him. He wasn't even sure if this was working for fucks sake. Another few minutes and he lost control, he was getting impatient, his erection was so hard it almost hurt and the patch of precum was getting uncomfortable in his boxers.
Mikey pulled out his fingers from you, staring at your pussy as it now clenched around nothing, he brought his fingers up to his mouth and licked them clean of your arousal, almost moaning at the taste of you on his tongue. But there was no time for him to cherish the taste of you now, he quickly undid his pajama pants, pulled down his boxers and lined his hard dick up to your waiting cunt. He placed a steadying hand near your head to keep him upright and slowly pushed into you, stopping ever so often to wait if you wake up or if it's making you uncomfortable, but there was nothing. You kept sleeping all safe and sound.
When he bottomed out inside of you he accidentally let out a groan and he quickly put his free hand on his mouth to keep from any other noise, other than the squelching noise that you were making. He stayed there for a few moments, enjoying the tightness of your warm pussy around him, but he wanted more- he needed more. So he withdrew to your entrance and thrusted into you with a bit more power than before, it made him feel so good, better than any other fucks he had.
After a few steady thrusts of not waking you up he dared to go faster, already feeling like he was in heaven. His muffled whines under his hand were getting more frequent as he went on. The way you pumped him even in your sleep had him imagining just how good you'd feel if you were not asleep; he was playing with fire but he couldn't stop, not now when he was slowly getting closer to his needed high.
The only noises in the whole house were the small silenced moans he let out and the way he fucked into you. But he was slowly losing his control over his thrusts, each of them getting harder and faster, making you move on the couch with him, and he prayed to any God that listened to him that you won't wake up as he was getting close.
You let out a groan and for a moment Mikey almost cursed himself for not keeping his own promise, but then your breaths evened out again and he let out a small sigh of relief as well. He started moving inside you again, breaking out into a soft sweat from all the adrenaline this was giving him. It didn't take long for him to reach that point again, where he could feel his orgasm. He dropped the hand from his mouth to place it underneath your waist, bringing you up a little bit to take more of him, and fuck did it feel good.
He was a few thrusts away from cumming inside of you when he realised he shouldn't cum in you or else you'd know what happened, and he did not want that. He pulled out just before he came in you, sat down on your hips, pulled up his pants only to jerk his cum into it, spilling his sperm onto the precious textile. His head was dizzy from how good it felt, how good you felt.
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When you woke up on the couch it was almost 1PM, your head felt heavy and your legs were like jelly, you thought you must have had a dirty dream or maybe you just slept in a bad position. Totally oblivious that your best friend fucked you in your sleep…