“I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.” These are the first
words Mike hears when he walks into your apartment. You have just moved in
together, and were still in the process of unpacking; hence your apartment was
a mess of boxes.
Mike makes his way over to you, carefully stepping around
boxes. He finds you in the bedroom, standing on the bed with a paper towel roll
in your hand. You blow your hair out of your face in exhaustion.
“Babe, what’s the matter?”
“Mike, I swear I saw the biggest beetle crawling on the
floor. In the time I went to get the paper towels, it disappeared. Probably
under the bed. And I bet it’ll come out at night, when we’re sleeping, and
crawl up face. So I need to exterminate it before it wins.”
Mike just chuckles at your explanation. He walks over to you
and takes the paper towers from your hand. Then he lies on his stomach on the floor,
in search of the bug. Always your savior. You hear a thud under the bed, and
Mike slowly starts crawling back.
“Did you get it?”
“Yea, found the culprit, you’ll be able to sleep safely once
again.” He smiles at you as he wraps the body of the offender in a paper towel.
You watch him leave to the kitchen, to make certain that the bug makes it into
a trash can. When you see Mike coming back with empty hands, you can finally
relax.
“Best thing about moving in with you, I don’t have to kill
bugs by myself anymore.”
“Is that really the best thing?” Mike says, as he puts his
hands under your butt and pulls you to him. You know where this is going, so
you instinctively wrap your legs around his waist and lean down to kiss him.
“Well, maybe there’s just one other benefit,” you say as you
deepen the kiss.
You clutched Mike’s jacket in your hand after your first kiss as husband and wife.
“Love, you’re gonna find yourself in a heap of trouble if you don’t stop.” Mike cajoled while you stroked him through his pants. It wasn’t very often the two of you got to go to a restaurant that didn’t have crayons on the table. And perhaps you had a couple too many glasses of wine.
Leaning over you sucked at Mike’s earlobe, “What kind of trouble Officer Do-?”
“That’s Sergeant Dodds.” Mike commanded.
“Oh, my apologizes, sir”, you teased as you placed wet kisses down his neck. Mike stopped the SUV and put it in park. He jerked your body over to his. “Mike. We’re practically right outside our house” you said with a giggle.
Mike slid the seat back so you could straddle him. He crushed his lips to yours. “I just can’t wait. This dress, no panties, the fuck me eyes you’ve given me all night..”, he moaned as you grinded down on his erection.
“Like that do you, sergeant?” Not giving him a chance to respond, you pressed your soft lips to his.
Mike pulled away, both of you gasping for air. He gave you a carnal look, “Oh babydoll, I just want to bury myself in that tight wet pussy.” He bite your bottom lip.
You quickly unfastend Mike’s pants, he shifted his hips and pushed his pants down as you pulled your dress up.
Your breath caught as you slid down on his cock. He looked at you with hooded eyes. “Ahhh…babydoll, you God.”
“Mikey shut up and just fuck me.” You grabbed his hair and pulled.
“Such a bossy little thing Mrs. Dodds.” He ran his hands up your body, “with a smoking body and tight little pussy. Hold on love, this will be fast.”
His hips started bucking, while you held on to his shoulders and bounced up and down. Mike exclaimed, “oh fuck, Y/N, so good!”
“Ahhh! Who? Oh my God it’s your dad, Michael.” When the two of you looked out the window, you saw William mouth open, frozen, he shook his head.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t, just…” he quickly walked away. You moved off Mike, and the two of your rearranged yourselves.
“I cant believe that happened. I will never be able to look at your dad in the eyes again.” You could feel your whole body blush. “I mean he saw…Are you laughing?”
“I’m sorry but the look on my dad’s face was way too funny..” he broke out in a bout of laughter.
Snickering, you said, “Mine was probably pretty funny too! Oh, God.”
“Okay, let’s get inside and face the music.” Mike started the car and pulled into the garage.
Going inside, you saw William. He gave you a tight smile. “Thanks for watching the Isaac and Cora, Dad.” Michael said to his dad. Acting as if nothing happened.
“Yeah, no problem. Happy to do it-I mean…Good night.” He kissed your cheek. He passed Mike, shook his hand.
As you turned, you saw William give Mike a high five. Mike grinned, “Night dad.”
‘I’m not sure why you aren’t responding. You know I worry, Mike. Please just let me know you are okay. I love you.’ Three missed calls before she left a message and two texts. Your phone vibrated again, this time your dad asking you to call him. Letting out a deep sigh, you shut your phone off and ordered another drink. The bar was empty other than an older man a couple stools down from you.
“What the hell is wrong with me?”, you asked yourself out loud. Taking another drink, you savored the burn as the amber liquid slid down your throat. Y/N had been your rock for so long, but lately there was a distance. And it was you causing it, pushing her away.
“Problems with the missus?” The old mans baritone voice brought you out of your thoughts. “I can relate.” He laughed humorously. “George, nice to met you.” He reached out a hand.
You shook his hand, “Michael. Nice to meet you too, sir.” Giving him a smile you returned to your drink.
“Is she a good woman, your wife?” His question surprised you.
Your mind went to Y/N and you smiled. “She’s a saint, actually. She’s a great mom to our kids. Puts up with a lot from me. Been there through my darkest days.” Your brow furrowed. “Always puts everyone else first.” Your last sentence almost a whisper.
George nodded, “ Welp whatever you did, fix it, say sorry and mean it. Show her that your word is still good. That’s the mistake I made with my Sarah.” His voice became wistful.
The two of you were quiet, introspective for a few minutes. Throwing back the last of the bourbon, you stood to leave. “George. It was a pleasure to meet you sir.”
“Good luck.” He tipped his hat. “Oh and Michael, “everyone good woman deserves a good man. Be that man for her. Don’t let pride get in the way.” He turned and ordered another drink.
On the cab ride home, you contemplated calling Y/N. But what you had to say needed to be done in person. You just hoped it wasn’t too late.
“This apartment has three bedrooms, the master has an en suite bathroom, balcony, all stainless steel appliances in the kitchen-”, the realtor went on and on as she took you on a tour of the apartment.
Mike looked at you, “So what do you think? I saw this apartment and thought it would be perfect.” His face a mixture of excitement and nervousness.
Slowly turning, you took in the living space. “It’s beautiful, but isn’t it a little much? It is just the two of us.” When you looked back at Mike, he had his head down scratching his neck.
“Well there is plenty of room for when we want to, uh”…, he chuckled nervously, “for when we have kids. I mean after we get married, eventually.” He let out an exasperated breath.
Kids? Marriage? While you had talked about those things, it was always in the abstract. The thought of having a baby with Mike made you smile. “Our future. Mike I, wow.” Your eyes pricked with tears. “Absolutely. Where do we sign?”
“Yeah?!” He picked you up and swung you around. “You have made me so happy love. This is going to be great.”
He sat you down and laid a kiss on you that made you go all soft. The realtor cleared her throat getting your attention. She was grinning at the two of you, “So, I’m guessing you like it?”
“Yeah, we like it. We’ll take it”, he answered never taking his eyes off you. “I can’t wait to make this place our own.”
Tapping a finger to his nose, “And I can’t wait to christen every single room with you, champ.”
“No. That’s not necessary. Thank you.” Hanging up the phone, you decided to call William. Maybe they were together. Surely William would let you know if something was wrong.
He picked up on the first ring, “Hey there kiddo. How is my favorite daughter in law?” Hearing voices in the background, yougo hoped one of them was Mike’s.
His greeting made you smile. “I’m well. I was hoping Mike might be with you or you know where he is?”
“You mean he’s not home? He was still there when I left at 5.” William’s voice became concerned. “Hold on a minute, okay.” You heard muffled voices in the background. “Have you tried the precinct?”
“Yeah they said he left at 9, I’ve called and texted but no answer and now it just goes straight to voicemail”, you sighed, “I was just worried, ever since..” A lump formed in your throat.
He was quiet for a few seconds, “Yeah, I worry about the same thing. Are you okay?” William’s voice was soft, concerned. He could hear you sniffle,
“No.” You choked out. You took a cleansing breath, “I-I, Mike things aren’t good. They haven’t been. I don’t know what to do. I love him so much but-” You broke down.
“Y/N, I’ll talk to him. We’ll get this sorted out, okay.” William paused. “Hey, come, stay here a couple days, or as long as you need to. Me and Anne would love to have to have you and the kids.”
You regained composure, “I can’t put you guys out like that.” At the same time you said it you knew that’s what you needed to do. It was better than going to your parents.
“You’re not, Y/N. Let us know. We’re here. Love you kid.” William reassured you.
“Love you too.” Ending the call, you decided to try to call Mike one more time. Voicemail. Sighing, you sat down sat down on the bed.
Leaving had been in your thoughts for a few months. Everything had started going downhill since the move to Manhattan. Mike had changed, became closed off, cold after joining SVU. Tomorrow. You’d talk to him tomorrow. Maybe things could be worked out.
You went to bed, exhausted both physically and emotionally. But knowing full well that sleep would evade you, until Mike was home. Even then, it would be a restless sleep.
//*rubs hands together* oh baby. Mike is a bit of a voyeur and exibitionist, but only within your relationship//
Dropping your purse onto the entry door table, you noticed Mike’s badge was there too. Strange, he was rarely home before you. Shrugging your shoulders, you toed off your shoes and headed to the kitchen for a bottle of water.
Assuming he was in the office, you headed that way until you heard soft moans from your bedroom. You walked softly to the door that was slightly ajar. What you saw next, made you wet almost immediately.
Michael was half propped up on the bed, stroking himself. Your eyes flicked over to the TV screen. He was watching the video the two of you had made a few weeks ago.
Tearing your eyes from the screen where you were deep throating him, you put you attention back on your husband. He looked so good. His hand gliding up and down his rock hard cock. Your mind wondered to that night, your hands roamed your body.
You whimpered when Mike really started pumping his cock and moaning out your name. He turned in your direction and grinned salaciously. This was no accident that you found him pleasuring himself.
Mike stopped to roll over, giving you a fantastic view of his ass. When he came back to his original position, he had your vibrator. Mike turned the volume up on the TV. You were riding him, breasts bouncing, his hands gripping your hips, your hands on his arms.
Mike turned on the vibrator, and placed it under his balls. “Oh fuck!” He called out. His strokes became faster and shorter, his bottom lip caught between his teeth. His gaze found you again. Closing his eyes, his breathing faster, his hips jerked and he came with a low moan. His cum spurted onto his stomach.
Mike’s eyes fluttered open, “Welcome home love.” He gave you a grin. “I wasn’t expecting you home.”
You laughed as you walked into the bedroom, “Hmmm…, really?” Sitting down on the bed beside him. Spreading one finger through the cum on his stomach, you met his eyes and slipped it into your mouth. “Mmmmm…”
His mouth dropped open. He pulled you to his chest and kissed you deeply. “God I love you. Now, ready to give me a show?”
//been writing a lot of Mike fluff, feeling angsty//
“You awake?” Michael said into the darkness. You heard him moving around the room, and he switched on the bedside lamp. Mike’s side of the bed sank as he sat, and let out a long sigh
“Of course I am. It’s midnight and my husband is just getting home” you grumbled not turning over. “Would have been nice to get a text or something, letting me know you were alive.”
“I got busy. Didn’t have time.” The bed shifted again as Mike stood.
“Whatever”, you sighed and closed your eyes. Relieved he was okay but still too upset and tired to talk to him.
“What’s that supposed to mean? Do you not believe me?” Mike asked.
Feeling his eyes bore into he back of your head you turned to face him. “It means… Nothing. Forget it.”
He pulled his tie from around his neck, “No. I won’t forget it, Y/N.” His eyes were narrowed at you. He finished undressing, standing in front of you in only his boxer briefs.
You pushed yourself to a seated position and met his glare. “Fine. After you didn’t answer my calls or texts, I called the precinct. They said you left at 9pm, Michael. So I called your dad and he said hadn’t seen you since he left at at 5pm.”
“You were checking up on me?” He stared at you.
“No, not checking up on you. I was worried. Jesus, Mike. I hadn’t heard from you all day.” Your voice wavered as you thought about the last few months.
“You have too much time on your hands. Maybe if you had a job or something…” He trailed off. His voice was hard, unfeeling.
Ouch that hurt. It was his idea for you to stay home with the kids. Tears stung your eyes. You’d be damned if you’d let him see you cry. You threw back the blanket. “Go to hell Mike’ you hissed and stalked by him. The smell of alcohol rolling of him didn’t go unnoticed.
He scoffed, “Yeah baby where do you think I go everyday?” He followed you downstairs to the kitchen.
“Where were you? I can smell the alcohol. So don’t lie to me.” You pointed a finger in his direction.
He crossed his muscular arms over his chest. “Yeah, I went out to a bar. I had a couple drinks.”
“Alone?” You raised a questioning eyebrow. “I mean you come home late, smelling like alcohol, can’t text me to let me know where you’re going…”
“Seriously, Y/N? I can’t believe you would think I’d do something like that.” His voice incredulous. “Why would you even think-”
Cutting him off, you countered, “because the last time you even touched me was two weeks ago, Michael. You bent me over the bathroom counter, pounded into me for a few seconds, got off, zipped up, kissed my cheek, then went to work.”
His face fell, “I-I’m sorry, Y/N. If….”
“Always sorry. I feel like we always have the same argument just a different version. I cant do it anymore. I’m tired. I’m lonely.” Turning away from Mike you braced your hands on the counter.
Mike sighed, “Y/N. Please.” He reached out and gently rubbed a hand over your back.
Your voice barely a whisper, “Stop. Don’t touch me. Not now.” You spun around. “Me and the kids are going to stay at your dad’s place, until I can find my own.”
“You-you’re leaving me? Because of not having sex? And you talked to my dad about it? What the hell, Y/N!” Mike’s anger was escalating.
“It’s not about sex, Michael. If that’s all you think is wrong, then we have more problems than I thought. And yes, I talked to your dad. Other than you and the kids, he’s the only family I have that’s not half way across the country.” The tears that you had so desperatley tried to hold back were spilling down our cheeks.
Mike slammed his fist on the counter beside you causing you to jump. “You know sometimes I wish-”
“What? What do you wish? That we had never met? Or maybe you wish you wouldn’t have knocked me up and married me?” At this point you had lost all control over your emotions and you were in his face.“Well Michael. I’m giving you your out. Me and the kids will be gone when you get home tomorrow.”
The two of you stared one another down. Your chest was heaving, face wet with tears, cheeks flushed. Mike had one arm leaning one the counter, staring down at you.
“So. This what you want?” Mike whispered his eyes were brimming with tears. Unable to speak, you just nodded. He looked down and away. “Fine”, swiping tears from his eyes, “Go.”
SVU addict 