WAIT UNTIL YOUR DADDY GETS HOME
in which. . .michael and luke fix your bratty behavior
warnings: smut, unprotected p in v (c'mon y'all don't be dumb), polyamorous relationship (don't like, don't read), dom/sub dynamics, eiffel tower position, daddy kink, improper use of a tie, breath play, punishment, extremely kink heavy, spoiled/bratty!reader, dom!muke, spanking, bending over the knee, fingering, orgasm denial, creampie, cum eating, black hair/mean dom!luke, red hair/soft dom!michael, set in eas tour era, lowercase intended -> beta read by @catsdisconnected
minors dni. this is an 18+ blog.
word count: 1,961
dead dove do not eat: this fic may contain content that some readers find triggering and/or unsettling. please take the tags seriously because i'm not responsible for what you consume online.
“no.” you said with a smirk, your tone defiant and bratty.
“yes.” michael countered back, getting more agitated with you the longer this went on.
lately, michael and luke, your dominants, had been noticing several charges pop up on the credit card they had given you. they didn’t care, of course, they had the money for it. however, michael was getting tired of stepping around the mountains of packages that had been delivered that took up residence in the foyer.
“all i’m asking is for you to pick them up. that’s it.” he continued.
“i’m waiting for my other ones to get here first so i can give you a fashion show.” you whined, knowing it would make michael cave.
sure enough, you were right. michael felt his dick twitch in his pants at your whiny tone and the insinuation of a fashion show, especially considering the large box from victoria’s secret that had arrived this morning. between your two partners, he always gave into you easier than luke.
“you’re being a brat,” michael countered, trying to compose himself. “clean it up before luke gets home.”
“no.”
michael decided he was done arguing with you, simply because he knew it meant he and luke would get to have their way with you later in the evening, and that excited him more than going back and forth over some cardboard boxes. he could already picture luke’s face when he walked through the door after being at the studio all day and learned you had been a brat.
“just you wait until your daddy gets home.” he called out as you waltzed up the stairs, giving him a playful middle finger.
you knew luke would punish you when he found out, the heat between your legs pooling at the way he would bend you over his knee, spanking you until your ass was red and had the indent of his hand print. he was much less of a pushover than michael was; where michael was a soft dom that could never say no to your pouty eyes and little whines, luke loved to torture you.
you busied yourself with your makeup, listening to michael animatedly complain to luke on the phone downstairs. the way his voice rose an octave as he described your bratty behavior made you giggle. at your core, you were and would always be a brat.
by the time luke got home, you knew you were in trouble. as soon as the front door opened and his heavy footsteps and loud sigh filled the living room, you knew you’d more than likely be denied orgasming tonight. you tiptoed down the stairs, peering over the railing at your dominant as he took his shoes off and set his guitar case down.
“there you are.” luke said, his voice cold.
“missed you,” you murmured, creeping down the stairs and standing on your tiptoes to kiss him.
luke held you back at arm’s length, denying the contact. “i heard about your behavior today,” he said, raising a brow. “wanna tell me about that?”
you whined, rolling your eyes. “it wasn’t even that serious! michael’s making a big deal out of nothin’.” you pouted.
luke tutted, pushing by you and heading into the kitchen, pouring himself a glass of wine. “that so?” he asked, coming around the kitchen corner to peck michael on the lips.
a coy little smirk made its way onto luke’s face as he studied you out of the corner of his eye. he knew kissing michael and not you would make you brat more, which meant he’d get to have more fun. sure enough, you pouted, your eyes welling up with tears.
“you’re mean!” you groaned, stomping your foot.
“and you’re a brat,” the black haired man retorted. “set the table for dinner, sweetheart. maybe if you’re good i’ll let you cum a time or two.”
you sighed internally. luke always knew how to get under your skin, but you loved it. “okay.”
michael snorted from his place at the stove as he watched the banter between you two. where you and luke were yin and yang, constantly at each other’s throats when you were in dom and sub space, he was more in the middle. he knew you needed boundaries as a brat, of course, but sometimes he just couldn’t say no to you.
dinner passed without conflict, luke and michael talking about the set up for the upcoming tour while you pushed your green beans around your plate, crossing your legs as you thought about what was waiting for you this evening. sure enough, as soon as the meal ended, luke looked down the bridge of his nose at you, pointing his fork in your direction.
“go upstairs. we’ll be with you soon.”
you did as told, scampering off to your shared bedroom. you sat patiently on the bed, listening to luke and michael chatter in low voices downstairs. little did either man know, you’d put on the lingerie you’d received in the mail earlier in the day, just waiting for them to tear your clothes off as “punishment” and be met with the lacy, baby pink details.
as soon as you heard luke’s heavy footsteps thudding up the stairs, you sat up straighter, looking pretty and patient. your dominant threw open the bedroom door, taking in the sight of you propped up in bed wearing lingerie that he knew had been purchased with his credit card.
“what do we have here, mike?” luke smirked, elbowing your other partner softly.
michael smirked. “you’re lookin’ real pretty for someone who’s about to get punished, baby.”
you blushed, dipping your head. “mhm.”
“you got anything to say, sweetheart?” luke asked, his voice taking on that cold, dominant tone.
you shook your head. “nope.” you said, popping the p.
“really?”
“positive.”
luke sat down next to you on the edge of the bed and motioned for you to lay across his lap. “i think you need a spanking, because there’s definitely something you need to say. get over here.”
you did as told, laying yourself across luke’s lap, face down and ass up. within seconds, luke yanked the tiny thong down, landing a thick smack to your ass, the sound reverberating around the room. you yelped as the metal of his rings collided with your skin, but luke continued, a low chuckle slipping out of him. before you knew it, michael was sitting down next to luke and laying your legs across his lap. he spread your legs, smirking at just how wet your pussy was.
“look at that,” he cooed. “already so wet just from being punished.” he said wickedly, thrusting one finger inside you.
you mewled at the feeling, arching your back against luke’s lap. “mikey, please,” you whined. “daddy, he’s bein’ mean.” you pouted, looking up at luke as he spanked you again.
“you earned it.” luke said flatly, holding you down so you couldn’t wiggle.
michael thrust another finger inside you, smirking at how your cunt clenched around him. it was an absolutely vulgar scene. you were spread across their laps, face down and ass up like a whore as luke spanked you and michael fingered you. you knew you deserved it, and that only made the knot in your lower stomach twist tighter as michael rubbed circles on your clit with his thumb.
“i. . .need to cum.” you whimpered, your thighs shaking as michael inserted a third finger, stretching you out.
luke had quit spanking you, your ass red and raw. he was content to hold you down, watching you squirm as michael pleasured you. “don’t care. you’re not cumming on fingers after being such a fuckin’ brat. you know that.”
you huffed as michael completely cut off all contact with your pussy, grumpy at your ruined orgasm. “you’re edging me.”
“and?” luke asked, moving you to take off his clothes and remove his tie. “all fours. now.”
you did as told, crouching on your hands and knees. it was absolutely humiliating, but you felt the blood rush to your nether regions as luke tied his tie around your neck, grasping the end with his hand and pulling just tight enough to make you gasp. he made you watch as michael removed his clothes before passing the tie to your partner, making you watch again as he stripped, knowing it would make you mad. you gulped as luke positioned himself behind you and michael in front of you. you knew you were really in for it now.
“suck.” michael demanded, his thick, hard dick on display in front of your face. his tone was softer than luke’s, but still held that dominance that you knew better than to disobey.
you did as told, gently kitten-licking his pretty, pink tip. just as you did so, luke yanked on his tie from behind you, slightly cutting off your circulation. you could hear him chuckle as you began to suck michael off, little whimpers leaving your lips. michael groaned when his cock hit the back of your throat, tangling his hands in your hair. although this was punishment for you, it sure did feel like heaven for your doms.
without warning, luke gripped the tie tighter and slammed into you from behind. the combination of having your pussy and your mouth stuffed and the breath play made you gag, but you loved it. this was what you had been waiting for when you’d been a brat after all. it wasn’t often that you got eiffel towered by your dominants.
you whimpered around michael’s cock, sucking in such a way that you hoped would please him enough to let you cum. luke was still fucking you from behind; fast, rough strokes that caused michael’s length to repeatedly hit the back of your throat. your face was starting to turn red from the lack of air, luke only offering you a slight loosening every now and then.
“need to cum, daddy.” you whined, tears pricking your eyes from the amount of overstimulation.
“have you earned it?” michael asked you gently, ever the softer of the two.
you nodded as luke tightened the tie, wrapping it around his hand. “mhm.”
“luke?” michael panted as you ran the flat of your tongue across his tip.
luke thrust into you once more for good measure, the sound of skin-on-skin filling the room. “us first, then her.”
you pouted, but said nothing more. if you wanted the chance to cum at all, you knew it was best to listen. within moments, both your mouth and your cunt were filled with thick ropes of your dominant’s cum, dripping out of your lips and your pussy. michael and luke groaned loudly as they came, having successfully edged you within an inch of your life as they watched your legs shake, your cheeks flush from the tie around your neck, and your eyes water from the overwhelming need for an orgasm.
“you think you deserve to cum, sweetheart?” luke asked teasingly.
“yes, daddy,” you said softly. “‘m sorry for being a brat earlier.”
the black haired man smirked, landing one more stinging smack to your ass, his cock still filling you up. “good fuckin’ girl. go ahead, baby.”
you didn’t need to be told twice. you immediately let go, clenching around luke’s dick and gripping michael’s hips as you came with a loud cry, wave after wave of pleasure overtaking you. by the time you had come down from your high and luke had removed the tie from around your neck, you were so exhausted that you curled up in your shared bed, too tired to continue bratting. you knew you would do it again, as did your dominants, but that would have to wait for another day.
i hope this was what you were looking for, anon! life's been so busy lately, but i'm hoping it'll calm down this weekend! sorry it's so short <3
