Micah Bell X Female Reader
Summary: You and Micah have to camp out after a job gone south and Micah continues to work on breaking down your insecurities.
WARNINGS: Smut/NSFW,
Word Count: 2400
Since you were the only person who got along with Micah, you were dating after all, Dutch had sent you on a job with him. And, of course, it didn't go smoothly. Even when you were around, Micah couldn't stop himself from getting out of hand and just shooting someone.
Which is how you ended up having to jump on your horses and get out of there. The two of you ending up being chased by the law, but you knew you could handle it.
A another gun shot rang out and you let out a sharp noise of pain when you felt a bullet hit you in the arm, making you lose control of the reins for a moment. But your horse stayed calm and kept but with Micah and Baylock as you regained control.
The sound instantly caught Micah's attention, making him look at you. If it had been anyone else, he probably wouldn't have even spared a glance. He could already see the blood on the sleeve of your shirt but you gave him a reassuring nod, but now Micah was filled with a whole new determination to get out of sight.
Eventually the sounds of your pursuers faded behind you and you were out of sight. The two of you rode a little longer before you couldn't hear them at all.
"Are you alright?" Micah asked, steering the horses off of the road.
"Yeah..." you assured him, even as you winced in pain.
"We shouldn't head back to the camp yet...we'll set up somewhere for the night and head back in the morning, just in case the law are still looking for us" Micah suggested and you agreed that it was for the best.
The two of you kept riding until you found a small opening among the trees that was just perfect for setting up a small camp, which was good timing since evening was creeping up on you both.
Micah dismounted Baylock and, before you could dismount your own horse, he was by your side.
"I can manage" you assured him even as he reached up and took you by the waist.
"Just let me help" Micah mumbled as he lifted you down and set you on your feet. "I'll set up the camp, you just sit down and put pressure on the wound" he told you, not sounding like he was leaving any room for an argument.
"Are you sure? I can help" you asked, knowing it wasn't like him to offer to do all the work, not when that work wasn't violent anyway.
"It's not that hard, just sit and be quiet" Micah ordered, making you chuckle to yourself as you sat down on a rock just on the edge of the clearing.
You kept a hand on your arm, applying pressure to your wound, as you watched Micah set up the makeshift camp and set up a little campfire. Once he was finished, he walked over to you.
"Let me look at your arm" Micah demanded, still sounding a little harsh even when he's trying to make sure you're alright.
"I don't think it's that bad, I wasn't actually shot" you assured him as he pried your hand away from the wound.
"...yeah, more of a graze than anything. It just caught ya. But it's bleeding, needs to be tended to" Micah told you as he examined the wound.
You moved to sit in front of the campfire while Micah went to grab some things from Baylock's saddlebags.
"Alright, you gotta take your shirt off so I can get to it" Micah told you as he returned. You blushed slightly and he noticed your hesitation. "C'mon sweetheart, ain't nothin' I haven't seen before" he reminded you, trying to stay patient. He didn't like how insecure you were, he didn't understand it, and he absolutely hated that you were even insecure in front of him.
You blushed again but removed your shirt, dropping it to the side, and leaving you in your thin undershirt that you were now thankful you were wearing. Although, you might have preferred something thicker at this point, it was almost see-through.
"Does it hurt?" Micah asked as he knelt down beside you and used a damp cloth to clean away the blood.
"Yeah, it stings" you nodded.
"Like I said, it's not all that serious. Gonna be just fine, just needs some bandaging" he assured you.
You nodded again and let him work in silence. He finished cleaning up the blood and you hissed when he splashed some whiskey over the wound, then he wrapped the bandage around your arm and muttered a quiet 'done'.
"Thanks" you smiled softly at him.
"Don't mention it" Micah nodded before standing and tidying everything away.
You picked up your discarded short and frowned when you saw that the sleeve was torn and covered in blood. Instead you just sighed and used it to clean the blood off of your hands.
"Don't worry, y'don't need that" Micah took the ruined shirt out of your hands and tossed it to the side as he sat down beside you.
"I'm gonna need a shirt" you told him.
"We'll figure something out before we head back. But right know, you don't need it" Micah shrugged. It wasn't a cold night so you would be fine.
You rolled your eyes fondly but still found yourself folding your arm around your body, feeling a little too exposed in the thin undershirt you were wearing.
"Hey" Micah spoke, softer now. "How many times do I have to tell you that you don't have to hide yourself? Especially not from me" he asked. He didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable, he just wished that you saw yourself the way he did. Or he just wished that he could express it better.
"I know" you sighed, not sounding convinced.
"Come 'ere" Micah waved you over but you just raised an eyebrow at him. He just chuckled as he took hold of your hand, guiding you towards him and to straddle his lap.
"Do you only ever think about one thing?" you asked, rolling your eyes at him as if that would distract from your blush.
"Of course not, but you do make it difficult to stop the mind from wandering" Micah smirked, his hands settling on your hips.
"Even after I was just shot?" you asked.
"You weren't shot, not properly anyway" Micah rolled his eyes.
"Oh so it's fine then" you agreed sarcastically.
"I mean...if you want me to stop..." Micah hummed as he slid his hands up your waist. Through the thin material of your undershirt you could feel his calloused palms, and the feeling made you shiver.
"I never said that" you mumbled, making him chuckle before leaning in and capturing your mouth with his own.
~NSFW Starts Here~
The kiss heated up quickly, which isn't surprising with Micah, his teeth teasing your bottom lip and earning an approving him from you. His hands squeezed your hips before sliding the back up your waist, this time slipping under your undershirt and bunching the material up around your ribs.
You combed your fingers through his hair as he trailed kisses along your jaw and down your neck, eventually kissing along your exposed collarbone and leaving purple marks in his wake.
Having grown a little more confidence from your last sexual experience with Micah, you rolled your hips firmly against his and smiled at the quiet groan that vibrated against your skin. He only pulled away slightly to lift your undershirt over your head and discard it to the side before his mouth returned to your flushed skin, loving every hum and quiet moan that fell from your lips.
One of your hands stayed buried in his hair, fingers curling and tugging ever so slightly, knowing that he liked it, while your other hand clutched at the material of his jacket.
A gasp escaped you when Micah suddenly moved, lifting you off of his lap and laying you down on the bedroll, making sure to mind your injured arm.
Micah took the time to discreetly admire you. It was dark now but the warm glow of the campfire illuminated you perfectly, making you look more than human as you lay underneath him, bare from the waist up. How couldn't you know how beautiful you are?
You didn't have time to question the way his face softened before he had pressed his body against yours and caught your lips in a heated kiss. He slotted himself between your legs, shamelessly grinding his hips into yours.
Pulling away from the searing kiss, Micah began to kiss, suck and nip his way over your chest.
Finally having enough of the amount of clothes between you both, Micah expertly undid your belt and the front of your pants, tugging them down your legs along with your underwear. You squirmed and lifted your hips to let him remove your remaining articles of clothing, letting him toss them to the side.
Once you were naked below him, Micah knelt back between your legs and sat up, removing his jacket and his shirt. He discarded them to the side before leaning back down and kissing you, pressing his body against yours again.
He kissed down your neck and rolled his hips against yours, pulling a quiet whine from you. For somebody so impatient, sometimes it sure did seem that he liked teasing you.
"Micah, fuck, please..." you begged, not sure for what exactly, but you felt him smirk against his neck. That was what he wanted.
Micah lifted his head and looked down at you. "Please what?" he raised an eyebrow at you but you just rolled your eyes, blushing heavily. "What do you want sweetheart? You know how this works" he asked, squeezing your hip.
"I want you to fuck me" you told him, remembering what he wanted from the last time.
"Hmm...that worked last time but I'm gonna need a bit more from you now, darlin'" Micah shook his head disapprovingly. You groaned in both pleasure and frustration when he returned to nibbling on your neck.
"Micah" you whined at him for teasing you, hoping that he would just give up on making you ask for it.
"C'mon, what do you want?" Micah asked.
"I-ah" you were cut off by your own moan when he pressed his hips against yours again. "I want you to touch me" you told him and he slid his hand up the inside of your thigh, telling you that he approved of that. "I want you in-inside me" your face was bright red now, you could feel how warm it was but you think that Micah liked that, he liked when you got all flustered. "I want you to do something, anything, please" you pleaded, feeling and sounding more desperate.
"Well, I do like when you beg" Micah confessed even though it was obvious at this point. Then you realised that he was telling you what he wanted.
"God, Micah, please. Please just fuck me" you begged, lifting your hips to meet his in the search for some friction.
"There ya go" Micah smirked before kissing you again.
Your hands moved to the back of his head, holding him close as you passionately returned his kiss. All while he reached down to undo his belt and pants, pushing them just past his hips.
Micah settled between your thighs again and pushed into you without any warning, making you gasp into the kiss.
"Fuck, you're so tight" Micah groaned, dropping his head to your shoulder as his hips stilled, letting you both adjusting to the feeling. "So damn good" he muttered before moving his hips again, setting his desired pace.
Not being in the camp gave you some freedom to not have to bite back or muffle your moans quite as much. Still, you didn't want to attract any animals or late evening hunters.
One of your hands was on the back of his neck, fingers tangled in is hair. Your other hand was on his back, nails digging into the back of his shoulder when he hit that spot within you. The soft groan that came from him told you that he liked it. His pace began to get faster, his trusts hitting hard and deeper.
"Ah, Micah, I'm close..." you told him, your head falling back against the bedroll as your back arched.
"I got ya" Micah's grip on your waist tightened as his thrusts began to falter and become irregular, signalling that he was close as well.
Only moments later, your released washed over you but Micah continued to ride you through your high, his release following shortly with a muttered curse.
~NSFW Ends Here~
The two of you remained still as you caught your breaths and came down from your highs, bodies flush with each other. With a grunt, Micah lifted himself off of you and moved to lay beside you, doing up his pants again before pulling the blanket over the two of you.
"Micah? I'm going to need something to wear, I'm not sleeping out in the middle of nowhere naked" you told him, turning onto your side to look at him.
"Just put my shirt on, I've got a spare in the saddlebags" Micah told you, gesturing towards where he had discarded the article of clothing.
"And you didn't give it to me earlier?" you asked as you sat up and reached for his shirt, letting the blanket fall from your body as you pulled it on.
"I prefer you without one" Micah shrugged with a small smirk. You shook your head at him as you buttoned up the shirt.
You lay back down and curled into his side, smiling when he wrapped an arm around you to hold you against him.
You both just lay in silence for a moment, enjoying the peace of the night, the warmth from the fire, and the closeness of each other.
"...Micah?" you asked quietly, your head laying on his chest. You could hear his heartbeat, returning to a relaxed beat.
"Hmm?" Micah hummed, telling you that he was listening.
"I...I love you" you told him quietly as you lifted your head from his chest to looked up at him.
Your words instantly made Micah look down at you, he clearly hadn't been expecting you to say that. There was a pause that made you a little nervous, but he finally spoke.
"I love you too, darlin'" Micah murmured and kissed the top of your head.
You smiled softly up at him before settling back down on his chest. His arm wrapped around you a little more securely, holding you protectively through the night as you slept.
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