sexual content , modern au , exhibitionism , voyeurism , filming , intercourse , sex tape , creampie , teasing , cunnilingus , fingering , riding , praise kink , body worship , nipple play. ( michael kaiser x female reader)
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you’re lying on your bed, textbooks scattered on the floor, laptop open but ignored, because michael is pacing your tiny dorm room like he owns it. the way he moves shoulders loose, grin cocky, hair a little messy from class, makes it impossible not to watch.
your stomach tightens just from the way he’s looking at you. he’s always been bold, teasing, the kind of guy who could make you do things you’d normally never consider, and right now, he’s doing it again.
“ okay, hear me out,” he says, hands in his pockets, leaning against the wall, “ i have an idea. and i promise it’s going to be fun… and profitable.”
“ profitable? what, like tutoring money? or you’re selling my soul to some sketchy club?” you raise an eyebrow, trying to hide your excitement under a mask of skeptical annoyance.
he laughs, and the sound curls around your chest. “ nothing like that. look…” he steps closer, crouching slightly so he’s at your eye level.
“ what if we… made a video. like, just the two of us. for onlyfans.” your heart skips, and you almost choke on your own spit.
“ what?” you croak, like he didn’t just say exactly what you think he said.
“ yeah,” he says, grinning like you just asked him to the dance instead of questioning his sanity, “ us. you. me. fucking. on camera.”
your mind immediately screams no. a million questions crash into each other: do you even want that out there? what if someone finds it? what if it ruins everything? but then… your body reacts before your brain does. the memory of his hands on your waist, the way he kissed you in the library last week, the heat in his blue eyes that makes you forget the entire world… it makes you consider.
“ michael,” you whisper, voice shaky.
“ that’s… insane. people… anyone could see it.” he tilts his head, eyes glinting like a predator who knows you want it more than you’re admitting.
“ only if we want them to. we control it. i set it up, you relax. we make it look hot, we make it private, we make… a lot of money.”
“ a lot?” you blink at him, he smirks wider.
“ like… way more than any part-time job. and we can do it more than once if it’s good. think about it college bills, parties, clothes, food… and we get to fuck while we make it.”
you bite your lip, heart hammering, imagining the scenario: you, him, the camera catching every gasp, every touch, the thrill of being caught, the thrill of… being watched. it’s ridiculous. insane. but the heat pooling between your thighs is undeniable.
“ and if i hate it?” you murmur, trying to sound logical.
“ you won’t hate it. i promise. i’ll make it worth it. just one video. just once. then you decide. no pressure.” he crouches lower, just inches from you now, voice low and hypnotic.
“ okay… maybe once. but i swear, if this is weird…” your defenses crumble. there’s something in the way he leans in, hand brushing yours, that makes you shiver.
“ it won’t be,” he whispers, and before you know it, his lips are on yours, soft but demanding, tongue teasing the edge of yours, and all the nervousness turns into a burning ache that makes you moan into him.
he pulls back, just a little, smiling that cocky smile that makes you weak. “ we’ll keep it simple. camera right there,” he gestures to his phone on the small desk, tripod standing awkwardly but stable.
“ we just… have fun. you ready?” your hands tremble as you nod.
he grabs your hand, tugging you off the bed and onto it, chest pressing against yours, lips capturing yours again. the phone is pointed at you, little red recording light blinking, and suddenly reality hits, someone could see this. but michael’s gaze is intense, possessive, full of lust and mischief, and it’s intoxicating.
he kisses you down your neck, hand sliding under your shirt, warm fingers ghosting over your stomach. “ you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs, voice low, breath hot against your skin.
“ so fucking sexy. look at you, right here… just for me. just for us.” you arch into him, unable to help yourself, whispering.
“ michael… i… i don’t know if i can—”
“ shh,” he hushes, lips pressing against yours again. “ just let me show you. just relax. i’ll take care of everything.” his hands roam, slipping your bra off, teasing your nipples until they’re hard, your skin flushed and buzzing. he kisses and bites lightly, making you gasp, moan, and whimper.
“ so wet already,” he growls, eyes dark with hunger. “you’re going to love this. we’re going to make you love it.”
you’re trembling when he spreads your legs, fingers brushing over your folds, teasing, never fully touching the most sensitive part. your moans catch in your throat as he leans closer, lips brushing against the side of your thigh.
“ don’t hold back,” he whispers. “ let me hear everything. you want this, don’t you?”
“ y-yes… i want it…” you nod frantically, breathless. he smirks, pulling you closer, sliding a finger inside you, slow at first, teasing.
“ that’s it… so wet for me,” he murmurs, eyes on the camera for a fraction of a second, then back to you.
“ and we’re just getting started.”
you’re moaning his name, hands tangled in his hair, back arching, body trembling as he adds another finger, pushing deeper, harder, watching your reactions like he’s memorizing every gasp.
“ fuck… you feel so good,” he groans, voice rough, lips finding yours again for a desperate, hungry kiss.
“ michael… please…” you whimper, hips bucking, needing more, aching for him. he smirks, rolling over so you’re on top of him, guiding you down slowly, hands gripping your waist, chest flush against yours.
“ ride me,” he orders, voice low, rasping, a mixture of lust and control that makes your stomach flutter.
“ look at the camera… show me how much you want it.”
you do, hands gripping the sheets, hair falling in your face, moaning loud and messy, the embarrassment mixing with pure heat as you move on him, feeling him stretch you, fill you, hands roaming, lips pressing against your neck, ear, shoulder…
“ fuck… yes… you’re perfect,” he groans, thrusting up into you, every movement synchronized, raw, messy, perfect.
“ look at you… so beautiful…”
you’re gasping, moaning, crying out, the sensations overwhelming, body trembling, and he’s watching you, filming you, moaning with you, whispering filth and praise in a way that makes your head spin.
“ i’m… closee…” you breathe, hips trembling, hands clutching him tight.
“ me too…” he mutters, pushing deeper, faster, the friction, the heat, the lust building until it’s unbearable. “ come for me, baby… show me… now…”
your world explodes in sensation, moans echoing, body shuddering, spilling over him as he groans, thrusts one final time, releasing inside you, holding you close, kissing you, murmuring praise and love into your ear.
“ see? that wasn’t so bad, right? and… we made a lot of money already. people are going to eat this up.” afterwards, you lie there, chest heaving, sweat-soaked hair sticking to your skin, cheeks flushed, heart still racing. michael smirks down at you, fingers brushing your cheek.
“ i… i can’t believe we actually did that,” you whisper, still trembling. he kisses your forehead, grinning.
“ trust me, you’re going to want to do it again. and next time… we can get even more creative.”
you groan, burying your face in his chest, heart pounding, and even though your brain knows this is wild, risky, maybe a little stupid, your body knows one thing for sure, you can’t wait to do it again.
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