peachynyxxxxxxxx, see what I did, since you are writing thirsts I added a bunch of xxx because it's sexxxxxxxy, okay, hear me out, jealous Mikey eating you out so good and sloppy because you were laughing too much at someone's else jokes, and since he claims to not get jealous you didn't think he would care, but upsiii, he does and now you have to hold your moans as he fucks you in the bathroom or something something...
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I love how your brain works 🤍 my berrylina BODBEISIA ily! soft tkr debut on this blog? Who's this? (older, blonde and long haired Mikey? I might let him tap) also no, you're not holding it in 🤪 you know him better than that
You're so fucking naive for thinking Mikey, THE Toman Mikey, would let it slip so easily. Because in all honesty, why the fuck were you even being that loud—you weren't—when laughing at that other guy's joke? Mikey could break the fucker's teeth, and he definitely thought about it while his grip tightened around the cup he was holding. But he knew better than that when it came down to how to handle you, his brat.
Now you're paying the price with both of your legs on his shoulders, your heels touching his back, your left hand gripping the bathroom counter—silly, did you really think you'd make it home before he claimed you?—while your right one pulls his long blonde hair. His tongue takes laps around your clit right before he closes his mouth over the spot, sucking it while you moan his name. He stops. You can see his eyes looking up at you, and then, "Louder!" he demands.
"What?" you ask in an almost breathless voice.
"You wanted to laugh so loudly at that fucker's jokes, now you're going to moan my name for everyone in that party outside to hear." He blows some air onto your clit before licking it again, making you groan. He draws a straight, wet line from the bottom to the top of your cunt, the heat of his tongue making you spiral. You moan again. "I said louder!" His patience snaps, and his mouth closes around your clit again, his two fingers entering your pussy without warning and immediately curving, hitting the spot he knows only he can.
Both of your hands are now gripping his hair, no coherent sentences forming, only the incessant begging of "please don't stop" and his name coming out of your mouth. You don't know which is working faster: his fingers or his mouth. The only thing you know is that your first orgasm is taking over your body when it contracts. Your legs open wider before closing around both sides of his face, and you're practically screaming his name while the wet sounds—gosh, your cunt is so wet now thanks to him—fill the room. He doesn't care if you're sensitive; he will make you ride your orgasm for as long as you can. His movements are not stopping until he is satisfied.
And when he is and you think he's done, your breath catches again when you see him pulling down his pants and grabbing you to stand up. You can barely feel your legs, but he's not an asshole (fully, at least). His arm goes around your hips, his hand resting on your pubic mound as the other one positions his cock against your entrance. It slides inside so damn easily because you're so wet from him feasting on your cunt.
He's fucking you from behind, your face tilted down because you're so overstimulated by the pleasure, but Mikey wants you to watch it. Watch your expressions when he's fucking you the way only he knows how to, because no one can ever fuck you like he does. You're his property, his lover, but most importantly, his slut.
His free hand, the one that's not holding you, tilts your chin up, making you look at your reflection in the mirror. "Look at yourself, so pathetic. Can't even handle it, can you?" He rams in harder. His mouth finds the slope of your shoulder and he bites the skin, bruising it just how he pleases.
"Aren't you my dumb little fleshlight?" A rhetorical question, obviously. You'd never be another's, not while he breathed. You moan a, "Y-yes, Mikey," and he picks up the pace.
"Your attention," thrust, "belongs to," thrust, "me," thrust, "only."
