Mikey way

(ENG. VER)

The crowd at Warped Tour was already thinning out when Mikey spotted you leaning against the merch tent, your size 18/20 body barely contained by the tight black tank top that rode up every time you reached for a bottle of water. Sweat made the fabric cling to the heavy curve of your belly and the wide swell of your tits, and Mikey’s cock twitched hard behind his skinny jeans.

He’d been watching you all day. Dumb little white boy. Not because he wanted to change you—just because the sight of your thick thighs rubbing together, your fat ass straining the seams of your shorts, made his mouth water. He liked the way your stomach folded softly when you bent over, the way your wide hips swayed when you walked. He liked that you were already fat, already soft, already exactly what made his dick ache.

"Hey," he said, voice low, stepping close enough that you could smell the beer on his breath. "You’re not leaving yet, right?"

You smirked, already knowing where this was going. "Depends. You got a reason for me to stay?"

Mikey didn’t answer with words. He grabbed your hand and pulled you behind the tent, where the generator hummed loud enough to cover any noise you’d make. The second you were hidden, he shoved you against the metal siding, his hands immediately sinking into the plush flesh of your love handles.

"Fuck, look at you," he groaned, squeezing hard enough to make your fat jiggle. "This body… god, it’s perfect." His fingers dug into the thick roll of your belly, lifting it slightly before letting it drop, watching it bounce. "I’ve been hard all day thinking about this."

You reached down and palmed his cock through his jeans, feeling it throb. "Then do something about it."

Mikey dropped to his knees right there in the dirt, yanking your shorts and panties down in one rough motion. Your fat pussy was already slick, lips puffy and glistening. He spread your thick thighs with both hands and buried his face between them, tongue dragging through your folds in long, greedy licks. He moaned into your cunt like he was starving, sucking your clit between his lips while his hands kneaded the heavy meat of your ass.

"Tastes so fucking good," he mumbled against your wet hole, tongue pushing inside you. Your belly rested on top of his head as he ate you, soft and warm, and he loved it—loved how your fat surrounded him, loved how your thighs trembled against his cheeks.

You grabbed his hair and ground down, smearing your juices across his face. "Yeah, eat that fat pussy, you skinny little pervert."

He groaned louder, cock leaking in his jeans. After a minute he stood up, spun you around, and bent you over a stack of crates. Your huge ass spread wide for him, cheeks dimpling as he slapped them hard enough to watch them ripple. He unzipped just enough to free his cock, lined up, and slammed into your dripping cunt in one thrust.

"Fuuuuck," he hissed, gripping your wide hips so tight his fingers disappeared into the soft fat. He started pounding you immediately, hips slapping against your ass with wet, filthy sounds. Every thrust made your belly and tits swing heavily beneath you. "Take it—take that dick, you thick fucking slut."

You pushed back to meet him, your fat rippling with every impact. "Harder, Mikey. Wreck this fat ass."

He reached around and grabbed a handful of your hanging belly, using it like a handle as he fucked you deeper. His other hand slid under to pinch your swollen clit, rubbing fast circles while his cock stretched your pussy open. You came first, cunt clenching around him, juices running down your thick thighs. Mikey kept thrusting through it, chasing his own orgasm until he buried himself to the hilt and pumped you full, hot cum flooding your fat pussy in thick spurts.

When he finally pulled out, he watched his load drip from your used hole and slide down the inside of your thigh. He leaned in, kissed the small of your back where your tank top had ridden up, and muttered against your sweaty skin, "We’re doing that again before the night’s over."