Michael Langdon x female reader
Michael had been working so hard to make his Sanctuary selections and you knew you weren’t to disturb him, but the ache between your thighs was beginning to tell you otherwise.
Warnings: daddy kink, choking, degrading, mocking, hair pulling, slight BDSM, spanking, spit kink, fingering, edging, cum eating maybe?, unprotected sex, slapping, also Michael shows his demon face a lil bit lmao
As you sat by the fireplace trying to read a book that no longer held your interest; all you could think about was how irresistible Michael looked whilst making his sanctuary selections.
you noticed how the locks of hair that hung in front of him were casting the lightest of shadows against his face. how his ring clad fingers were gripped so tightly around the pen he was writing with, his knuckles had gone white. noticed the way he would lick his lips when he was frustrated was beginning to make you squirm in your seat.
you could see how hard he was concentrating; his gaze was sharp and he hadn’t looked up from the papers on front of him in almost an hour. but needing him to hurry up and give you the attention you were craving, you attempted to lure him to bed.
“are you almost done? i’m getting tired”
“Y/N if you’re tired you should go to bed. there’s no need to wait up for me.” he hadn’t stopped writing, nor even looked your way as he replied.
“hm, i think i’d rather sleep with my husband next to me than alone.” the sound of his writing filled the room as you waited for a reply that never came.
you hated when he was like this; all work and no play. you sighed loudly, hoping it would get his attention, but still he gave you nothing.
“Michaelll!” sick of your whining and complaining not working, you left the office, having had another idea.
you admired yourself in the mirror as you adjusted your lace garters. You’d decided to put on the black set you knew he loved. you’d practically had to beg him not to rip it off you the last time you wore it.
quickly throwing on your dressing gown, you headed back to Michaels office through the outposts dimly lit hallways. if this didn’t get his attention, you didn’t know what would.
you made your through the wooded sliding doors to see him still writing peacefully. you knew you weren’t to disturb him when he was working, but his ignoring had gone on for far too long.
“i thought you had gone to bed.” he shot you the slightest glance as he spoke, but still not giving you his undivided attention, you decided it was time to put your little plan into action.
you swayed your hips as you walked towards him, beginning to undo the tie of your gown. “well i was going to, but then i thought of something far more fun.” you dropped the gown to the floor, letting it puddle by your feet. “but perhaps you’d rather work; daddy.”
his writing ceased as he raised his head to look at you. you could see the hunger forming in his eyes instantly, as if they had grown a few shades darker.
he stood from the leather chair he had been occupying all night, fingers grazing the edge of his desk as he stalked towards you.
he tilted his head slightly as he looked down on you. “do you have any idea how hard it’s been to work when all i can hear is the constant stream of vulgar thoughts that flow from that pretty little head of yours?” his voice was calm and smooth as a honey as he spoke.
he wrapped his hand around your throat, the coolness of his rings feeling like ice against your flushed skin. you looked up at him, your confident demeanor quickly collapsing as you stared back into his lust filled eyes.
“you’ve been ignoring me all night. i needed you” you pouted, almost hoping to escape the punishment you knew you would be receiving. almost.
“oh i’m sorry little one. you just needed me did you?” he raised his voice ever so slightly as he mimicked yours. making you feel small and pathetic. “you couldn’t have just waited for daddy to finish the important work he was doing, now could you? you just needed to behave like a slut for my attention, hm?”
you could feel yourself getting wetter with each mocking word that left his lips. he tightened his grip on your throat, as he spat out his words “Answer me.”
struggling to breathe, you did your best to speak. “i’m sorry, i just-.”
before you could finish he grabbed onto your hair, dragging you towards his desk and forcing you down onto the papers scattered across it.
“don’t. fucking. move.” you could hear what you thought was him taking his belt off behind you, but you didn’t dare turn to look; doing your best not to anger him any more than you already had.
he reached around to the front of you, grabbing your wrists and quickly tying them together with the thick leather of his belt, until he was certain you wouldn’t be able to move them.
he stroked the skin of your back as his hand made it’s way down to your ass. he squeezed your cheeks gently, kneading them with his hands.
“do you want me to punish you? because it’s certainly starting to feel like you do.” you didn’t reply, knowing his question was rhetorical.
his hand came down against your ass as he spanked you. his rings stinging your bear skin, making you whimper and squeeze your thighs together.
taking a deep breathe, you closed your eyes to prepare for another smack, but instead you were greeted with a loud ripping noise and a sudden breeze of cool air against your pussy.
he had ripped off your panties. as if not being able to buy new clothes due to the apocalypse he had caused wasn’t bad enough, now he had ripped one of your favourite pairs.
“what have i told you about disturbing me when i’m working princess?” his question was fair. he had been very clear about this when the two of you had first arrived at the outpost, explaining that he would need time to work.
“that i wasn’t supposed to do it.” you replied sheepishly. you still felt his ignoring was unfair, though you knew now wasn’t the time for discussing it.
“mhmm.” he hummed his reply.
he smacked your cunt, making you jolt forwards slightly. enjoying how rough he was being with you, you moaned.
“you’re already soaked for me, little one.”
grabbing onto your hair yet again, he brought you up to his chest and span you around. the way he was yanking the back of your head forced you to look into his eyes.
“what am i supposed to do with you little one? i can’t even punish you without you enjoying it too much. such a nasty slut.”
he caressed your cheek as he spoke, brushing his thumb against your bottom lip as he did so.
“open” he requests. you do as you’re told and open your mouth for him. knowing what was to come.
he spits into your mouth and presses his thumb down onto your tongue, spreading his saliva onto it
you move his thumb in and out of your mouth, sucking it as if it was his cock. never breaking eye contact with him as you did so. his stare was calm, filled with a desire only you could satiate. the power he has over you in that moment was almost enough to make him cum in his pants.
“you’re pathetic. you would take anything if it meant receiving a good fucking wouldn’t you?”
“only for you, daddy.” you loved it when he degraded you. it made you feel special, knowing you were his personal plaything.
“oh i know.” the most smug look decorated his face as he picked you up, sitting you on the edge of the desk.
he finally kissed you, the first kiss you had received from him all night. it was rough, passionate. your teeth clashing against one another’s as he sucked on your tongue. the way he was cradling your head making you feel fragile.
he began running his fingers through your slick folds, his lips moving down to attack your neck like an animal that hadn’t fed in days. he was biting and sucking every inch of your skin he could whilst he toyed with you clit, rubbing it in small circles before dipping two fingers inside your walls, massaging them until you were a moaning mess.
you did your best to undo the buttons on his shirt with your hands still tied together, only managing to open a hand full before giving into the pleasure his skilled hands were putting you though.
“ohh FUCK.” you could feel yourself getting closer to your climax as he continued slamming his fingers in and out of your cunt.
leaning into the arm he had wrapped around your waist, you threw your head back in pleasure.
“mmh daddy, i’m gonna come.” you practically sobbed out your words, feeling yourself on the edge of an orgasm when he suddenly stopped his movements.
he lifted his head to look at you, a cocky smile creeping into his face.
“no. you don’t get to come without daddy’s permission.”
pulling his fingers out of you, he brought them up to his lips and sucked them clean. “don’t forget your manners, little one.”
you watched him in awe. he was mesmerising to you. the way his cheeks hollowed as he sucked his fingers made a chill run up your spine.
taking a hold of your neck, he choked you slightly; pushing you down flat on the desk as his other hand worked to unbutton his pants.
he took his cock out, jerking it slightly before spitting onto your pussy. you watched him align himself up with your tight hole, using the hold he had on your neck to steady himself as he did so.
you screamed as he rammed himself into you, bottoming out in just one thrust. the pain of it quickly amounting into pleasure.
he immediately started fucking into you, setting a pace so reckless it made the once sturdy desk wobble underneath you, papers flying off it at the forcefulness of his thrusts.
“is this what you wanted!? is this the attention you were craving so badly?” you felt the grip he had on your neck grow tighter as he spoke. his face beginning to flicker white, his true form showing due to the carnality of your acts.
you couldn’t even speak with the speed he was pounding into you, so instead you nodded and hoped that would be enough.
he slapped you, and gripped onto your face, eyes shooting daggers into you “no princess, you’ll use your words.”
“yes daddy this is what i wanted!!” you cried out your words.
your eyes were basically rolling back in your head now, his pace not faltering once and the sound of your moans bouncing off the office walls had definitely been loud enough for the rest of the outpost to hear, but neither of you cared.
all you wanted to do was to touch him. You wanted to hold onto the arm that he had wrapped around your throat. wanted to run your fingers through his golden hair, but the familiar pull of leather around your wrists was stopping you.
“ohh you’re gonna make daddy come baby. such a tight little cunt.”
Michael let out a throaty groan, his movements growing careless as he got closer to ecstasy.
“come with me, baby. look into my eyes and come for me.” he brought his face closer to you, his eyes now entirely black as they stared down into your own.
feeling the coil in your stomach snap, your clenched your hands into fists and screamed his name. he fucked you through your high, a delicious groan leaving him as his own end came, his cock spurting it’s milky seed onto your contracting walls.
deciding to let himself soften inside, he collapsed on top of you, panting as the colour flooded back into his eyes. You were still trying to catch your breathe as you stared at each other.
“i’m sorry i was ignoring you sweetheart.” he moved a hair from your face as he spoke, looking down at you adoringly.
you rolled your eyes slightly “it’s fine. i know you’re busy.” you giggled a little, thinking about how your plan had worked.
“i just wanted your attention.”
