TW: anticipation, Sex, orgasm, p in v, and other sexual orientation.
Requested: No/ Yes
Word count: too lazy to look
An: Listen to âHere I Comeâ by Trevor Jackson when smut part comes on!!
âMichael get offâ You whined, his long fingers snaking around your waist, obviously declining your request. You look out of the window of the limo. âYou look amazingâ he whispered against your skin, smiling.
You couldn't help but smile at his compliment, even though you were a bit annoyed because he was being extra clingy to you. But you secretly liked it, but sometimes it could overstimulate you, you like quiet, calmness, and no drama.
âNot gonna say thank you?â he questioned with a smirk, biting his lips. You look at him feeling a tingly sensation between your legs.
âThank you,â you say in a whisper. He looks at you like prey, and he is looking at you ready to catch you slip up at a good moment. He places his lips on your neck, kissing, letting the tip of his tongue on your neck in a circular. You bite your lip holding back but your body is melting. He then places his hand on your thigh.
He sucks harder, âM-Michael.â you stuttered, moving his face from your neck, âYour gonna give me a Hickey.â You say pulling a small mirror out of your purse, âThat was the planâ he smiled and you looked at him rolling your eyes and looking at the little mirror, and seeing a forming pink mark.
âMichael, people are gonna ask what this is on my neck at the awardsâ you look at him.
âWell if they know what it is they should know not to ask what it is because it's not their business.â He said simply, like it's nothing. You look at his face and his brown eyes meet yours and you can't talk because you know he's right.
You look out of the window, as the limo pulls to a stop at the front where Paparazzi and journalists. Michael taps your hand, letting you know that he is about to get out of the limo. You nodded, and Bill got out and opened the door for Michael. After Michael got out he went to your side and opened your door looking down at you and holding his hand out for you to take.
Cameras were flashing every second. You take his hand, and Michael helped you out of the car, your black heels on the red carpet. Your long red mermaid sequence, Halter Spaghetti Strap Sleeveless dress, glinting in the light from of the snapping cameras.
âYou look⌠breathtakingâ he whispered and closed the door and you smiled. People yelled out questions but Michael waved them off while giving a smile.
Inside, the chaos gave way to a quieter, more elegant atmosphere. The soft hum of jazz music filled the space, mingling with the sound of clinking champagne glasses and murmured conversations. The venue was awash in gold and deep burgundy, casting a warm, intimate glow over the room.
After everyone took their seats then the show begun.
The show really began when Michael went up there looking sexy as hell, He was looking like a snack you wanted so bad. Michael was the best drug for you, and the only one you wanted.
He began his speech smiling and his eyes glinting. You were just thinking about all the women watching already dropping their panties for your man, you can understand where their coming from, âcause you sure as hell would do the same, because Michael is like the rarest piece of chocolate and you were the one to have it and take a bite out of it.
Your eyes zeroed in on the figure standing just a little too close to Michael. Tall, slim, and overly familiar. Her manicured hand was casually resting on Michaelâs arm, and she was laughing a little too hard at whatever heâd just said.
Just as you were walking up to them Whitney came by you. âThat's that damn Tatiana Thumbtzen, she is all up on Mike, want me to beat her ass?â Whitney spoke seriously. You chuckled at her quickness âNo, Whitney, I got this, thank you girlâ You hugged her giving her a friendly kiss on the cheek, Then making your way up to Michael, looking at âthat girlâ and giving her a piercing stare.
She stared and let Michael go. Michael was wide eyed and went close to you before you lost your witts in this damn awards ceremony. You were about to walk away but you couldn't.
You stopped inches from Tatiana, your voice calm but ice-cold. âTatiana,â you said with a tight smile, âyou must be lost.â
âI was just talking to Michael,â she said, voice airy and innocent.
You gave a short laugh. âTalking, right. See, hereâs the thingâyouâve been talking to my husband a little too much lately. And Iâve been nice about it. But now Iâm done being nice.â
Michael shifted beside you. âBaby, come onââ
You held up a hand, silencing him.
Leaning in slightly, you locked eyes with Tatiana. âLet me make this clearâ Youpoint in her face making sure she heard you loud and clear. âkeep your hands off my man. Because if I see you trying this again, weâre gonna have a real problem. and that's a promiseâ
Tatiana swallowed and stepped back, She spun around and hurried away without another word.
Michael grabs your arms, and you look at him with madness in your eyes. âWhoa there doll, Baby calm down.â
âMichael, Im not gonna calm down you know I don't like her ass since she tried that kissing shit on your bad tour, on fucki-â he covers your mouth.
He smiled âGirl, ok I'm sorry,â he kissed your cheek, and you folded your arms and walked out not giving in so easily. You walk to the limo in the darkness of the night, you get in the limo and you hear fast footsteps behind you and you get in the limo seeing Michael's awards in the seat.
You see Michael and he gets in closing the door. Bill wasn't in here, he was in the awards ceremony enjoying it. While you were a mad woman. You folded your arms not looking at him.
âDoll face, look at meâ he whispered in the quiet limo. You don't. âMichael leave me alone,â you say simply.
âBut I'm not because I know you're mad at me. Until you are not mad I will leave you be, so it's up to youâ he waits a few for a response. âDoll, Im getting impatientâ he grabs your body forcing it to face him.
He grabs your face placing his lips on yours, âCome on let me inâ he whispers, and you give In. You kiss him slowly and he holds your jaw letting his tongue in. He moves his hand from your face putting it between your legs. You let out a small gasp in his mouth, he tilts your chin moving his lips to your neck.
You grip his shoulders, âI love you,â he murmurs, âOnly you,â he slips your skin between his teeth teasingly. You kick your heels off, and he unzips your dress, pulling it off. He unbuttoned the buttons making sure to watch the buckles so they wouldn't hurt you.
He pulls his pants down letting them to his ankles, but doesn't take them all the way off. He puts you on top of him, so you straddle him.
He rubs your thighs then he puts the partition up, and he takes your panties off. He helps you out of them, and he lifts his hip pulling his boxers off. He kisses your breasts that sit in your black strapless bra.
He grabs his shaft stroking up the foreskin over his tip, he moans biting his bottom lip. âAhâ he whimpered and rubbed his cum over your soaking entrance just from watching him.
He lowered you down and you gripped his shoulders. âMichaelâ you breathed. He stroked up rolling his hips so good, âAugh fuckâ you moan. Your eyes teary, âshit! Doll!â he dragged going faster. You match his pace riding him. He went faster, âDo you like thatâ he murmured against your collarbone. You nodded, and he pinched your thigh, âlet me hear youâ he said fighting through his moans.
âYes, Michaelâ you moan in his ear. He gripped your waist making you slam down on him faster, he stroked up snapping his hips, and you felt every inch of him inside of you.
The limo windows fogged up around you and the sound of Michaelâs pelvis hitting yours, and his balls hitting your ass.
He was breathing heavily, âwhen we get home, you're getting it worse,â he promised horsly in your ear. Closing his eyes tightly, as you squeeze around his cock.
He rubs his hand up your back holding the back of your head.
âMh, Mhmâ you whined feeling your orgasm creep up on you, âI love you,â you said in his ear. You roll your eyes back.
He wrapped his arms around you and held you down feeling him wrap his arms around your wait and you feel a coil in your abdomen and you cry out, He holds you down cumming inside you, while jerking up into.
Your breathe heavily with lidded eyes, coming down from your high.
Synopsis: Michael has been acting off, and you canât seem to find why.
Tags: Confusion, Anger, Love, forgetful
TW: Arguing, anticipation, angst, Makeup Sex, and other sexual orientation
Word count: 2k+
Authors note: when the smut scene comes on listen to âSweet Loveâ By 112 âĽď¸âĽď¸
You recline on the plush living room floor, surrounded by a couple of soft, cozy pillows that cradle your head and shoulders. The sunlight streams through the large window, casting warm patches of light across the room, but it can't quite chase away the feeling of emptiness that lingers in the air. It's been three long days since your husband, Michael, left, and the silence of the house feels like a heavy blanket over your heart.
You miss the warmth of his presenceâthe way he would laugh at your jokes or the way his touch could instantly ease your worries. As you lay there, staring at the ceiling, your mind races with thoughts of him, wondering where he might be and when heâll be back. The emptiness of the room echoes your longing, and you find yourself hoping that he realizes how much you miss him and the comfort of your shared home.
You shift your weight ever so slightly, feeling the old wooden boards creak softly beneath you. Propped on your arms, you gaze up at the VCR player and the flickering television screen, both relics of a time that feels distant yet achingly close. With a sigh, you sit up and start sifting through the haphazard stack of VCR tapes that lie scattered around you. As your fingers brush over the worn labels, your heart unexpectedly stutters when they land on one in particularâ the tape from the day you married Michael four years ago.
A wave of bittersweet memories floods your mind. Just two days ago, you had marked your anniversary, a milestone that felt significant and meaningful, but instead, it had turned into a day of solitude. Michael had missed it, his absence heavy in the air like a dense fog that refused to lift. The tears you had shed throughout that long, heart-wrenching day suddenly resurface, and you feel the familiar ache in your chest as you remember the laughter and joy of your wedding day, now overshadowed by the pain of his absence.
You press the power button on the television, and after a moment of anticipation, the screen flickers to life, revealing a vibrant blue glow that momentarily fills the room. With a gentle click, you insert the tape into the VCR, feeling the smooth surface of the cassette beneath your fingers. As you settle back on the floor, the excitement builds within you, and you focus your gaze on the screen.
As the screen illuminated, you found yourself gazing at a vivid scene of your wedding day. You were gracefully gliding down the aisle, the soft fabric of your wedding dress flowing around you. The dress shimmered under the soft light, intricate lace details glinting as you moved. Your heart swelled with emotion as you caught sight of Michael standing at the altar, clad in a sharp suit that complemented the day's elegance. His bright smile radiated pure joy, lighting up his face and reflecting the love he felt in that moment. The air was filled with a mix of floral scents and the soft murmur of guests, all eyes on you as you approached, each step echoing the excitement and anticipation of this unforgettable occasion.
As the evening settled in and the last rays of the sun disappeared behind the horizon, you found yourself lying on the bed, wrapped in a cocoon of sorrow. The room was dimly lit, shadows flickering on the walls as your emotions surged within you. Tears streamed down your cheeks, and you clutched your pillow tightly, trying to stifle the sobs that threatened to escape.
Feelings of anger and frustration coursed through you, directed not only at Michael but also at yourself. You couldn't help but feel a deep-seated resentment for allowing him to treat you this way. It was as if a heavy weight was pressing down on your chest; every sigh filled with disappointment echoed the truth that he had been neglecting his role as a husband.
Instead of being by your side, offering companionship and support, he was lost in the world of his studio, choosing to pour his energy and time into his work rather than nurturing the relationship you both once cherished. The sense of abandonment stung painfully, and all you desired was to scream out your frustrations and cry until you could cry no more. Yet, the reality of the situation left you feeling helpless, trapped in a cycle of longing and loneliness, unable to change the course of your life as you had once envisioned it.
You lay in bed, the darkness swallowing you whole as silent tears streamed down your cheeks. The soft fabric of the sheets clung to you, a poor substitute for the warmth and comfort you longed for that could only come from Michaelâs embrace. The emptiness beside you felt suffocating, a stark reminder of his absence.
With a heavy heart, you reached for the telephone, your fingers tremoring as you dialed the number of the studio where he was working late. Each ring intensified the knot in your stomach, a blend of hope and despair as you fought to keep your emotions in check. Finally, a voice broke through the line.
âHello,â you managed to say, masking the tremor of sadness lurking beneath your words.
âYes?â came the crisp reply from a woman on the other end.
âItâs Y/N. I was hoping you could connect me with Michael,â you said, tapping your foot anxiously against the hardwood floor, the rhythmic thumping barely registering amidst the tumult of your thoughts.
âUh, sorry Mrs. Jackson, but Mr. Jackson isnât accepting calls at the moment,â the lady responded, her tone polite but firm. At that moment, a surge of anger ignited within you, boiling up like a volcano ready to erupt.
âAlright, thank you,â you replied through clenched teeth, your voice strained as the frustration bubbled over. Can't answer the phone for your damn wife!
With a fierce slam, you placed the receiver down, the loud noise echoing in the quiet room. âDAMN IT!â you yelled, letting your rage and sadness collide in a cathartic release, feeling more alone than ever.
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Hours had slipped away since you placed the call to the studio, every moment stretching like an eternity. Lying on the bed, you stared at the ceiling, your thoughts swirling in a fog of uncertainty and despair. The dim light filtered in through the curtains, casting soft shadows that mirrored the heaviness in your heart. Your face, streaked with tears, felt cool against the warmth of the blankets, each droplet a silent testament to the turmoil inside.
The metallic jangle of keys echoed through the hallway, followed by the creaking sound of the front door swinging open. You felt a surge of adrenaline as you stood up, your heart racing with anticipation. As you made your way to the entrance, the tension mounted within you. There he stoodâMichaelâhis expression unreadable. Anger bubbled to the surface, threatening to spill over. âMichael, what the fuck!â you shouted, your voice filled with frustration and disbelief.
âPlease, not now. Iâm really tired,â he said with a weariness in his voice as he attempted to turn and walk away. But you couldnât let him go that easily; you reached out and grabbed his arm, stopping him in his tracks. âDonât walk away from me!â you urged, your eyes locking onto his. You could see his curls tousled and unruly, framing his face, giving him an air of frustrated vulnerability.
You sank into the worn upholstery of the couch, your gaze fixed on the floor, the weight of disappointment heavy in the air. âYou missed our anniversary,â you said, your voice trembling with frustration. âYou disappear for three days, and when you finally stroll back in, all you can say is that youâre tired? Damn it, Michael, do you even care about me? Iâm your wife for Godâs sake!â The words spilled out, each one laced with hurt and desperation, echoing in the silence that surrounded you.
âI'm sorry,â he spoke softly, his voice barely above a whisper. âIâve just been in the studio, trying to wrap up the albumââ but you couldnât let him finish.
âMichael, do you even hear yourself?â you interrupted, the panic rising in your chest. âWhat about me?â Your voice trembled, and as the words left your lips, the tears began to stream down your cheeks. âMichael, youâve been pouring all your energy into your music, and while youâre lost in there, itâs as if I donât even exist anymore.â
The weight of your emotions crashed over you like a wave, and you found yourself sobbing uncontrollably. âDo you even love me anymore?â you gasped, the hurt in your heart echoing in the silence that followed.
His expression shifted into a pained mask, eyes glistening with unshed tears as he approached you. âIâm sorry, and I do love you~..â he whispered, his voice trembling slightly. With a gentleness that belied his size, he carefully cupped your face in his large, warm hand, tilting it upward to meet his gaze. As the tears spilled down his cheeks, he drew you into a tight embrace, the weight of his sorrow enveloping you both.
As tears streamed down your cheeks, you buried your face into the warmth of his neck, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath your touch. With a gentle yet powerful grip, he lifted you effortlessly by your thighs, your body instinctively responding as you wrapped your legs around him, feeling safe and secure. He carried you to the bedroom, his steps confident and steady, while he gracefully nudged the door closed with his foot, enveloping you both in a cocoon of intimacy.
He sets you on the bed gets between your legs, and then kisses your neck with affection. He kicks his shoes off and takes his red button-up off. He looks you in the eyes biting his lip. He pulls off his clothes letting them hit the floor. He leans close and lips latch onto your neck, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin.
âMichael..â you moan and he pulls your shorts off, you wiggle your legs making them fall to the floor. You pull your top off freeing your breasts making your nipples hard in the cool air. Michael rips your panties away and you gasp, he grips your thighs scooting you close to his cock. His cock was thick and heavy, bobbing between his legs as he moves, it brushes over your slit, and you moan from the contact but it's not enough.
âMichael, pleaseâ you beg, wanting more than what he was giving you.
He looks at you with dark bedroom eyes, âBe quiet you were just crying like a baby, now since you want something so bad Im giving it to youâ he spanks your ass and you let out a gasp biting your lip, he leans close to your ear, âDon't be greedyâ he said lowly in your ear.
He pressed his soft lips upon your skin atop your cleavage, he sticks his tongue out running it down between your breasts sucking, and you felt tingles in your spine, becoming wet and soaked just for him.
You couldn't believe how easily you gave in to him, he was irresistible. Yours. Your man.
He sucked your right breast and popped your nipple in his mouth swiftly making you squirm. You moaned looking at him as he kept direct eye contact while he sucked your hard nub. He pushed down taking more of your breast in his mouth, and you moaned louder.
He then pulled away a string of his saliva connecting to your nipple. He rubbed your clit, watching you face as you feel immense pleasure. He sucks your other breast showing it the same love.
Your face was a dark crimson while you were getting close to release. He then stopped, and you furrowed your eyebrows. âMichael, why did you stopâ you whined. âBecause I wanted to,â he said raspily and grabbed his cock putting his soft pink tip at your drenched hole and pushing in a little. You moan and you put your hand on his hips wanting more.
âWhat did I just tell you about being greedy? Hmm.â he rams into you hard and the air from your lungs parishes and a few seconds later you take a deep breath but he starts moving fast not giving you enough time to let you recover. You look at his face a slight smirk on his lips.
He goes in and out, pushing your legs open and on your stomach hitting that sweet spot he knows by heart. You let out small moans with your mouth open with small gasps.
He snaps his hips faster moaning feeling you tighten around his cock, âFuck! Babyâ he moaned, sexily biting his lip, and his curls fell over his head dripping sweat, and a droplet landed on your chest.
You were a moaning mess. He leaned down catching your lips in a heated kiss, making his strokes short and hard making the bed rattle. You were reaching your peak, and it was about to hit you hard.
âCum for me babyâ he murmured his voice croaked softly as You felt him spill his seed into you and you felt your eyes roll back and your abdomen coil and you milk him good. He slowed his thrusts and looked at you with lidded eyes.
You felt his warm cum leaking out of you. He came to your ear. âHappy Anniversaryâ he kisses your cheek wrapping his arms around your hot sweaty body.
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Synopsis: You just turned 18 a few days ago so your best friend signed you up for something and didn't tell you what it was.
Tags: Mystery, first timer, affection,
TW: Sex, Orgasm, Squirting, and much more..
As you descend the staircase, the sound of your mom's voice calling your name echoes through the house. Each step feels heavier with anticipation, but when you finally reach the bottom, the sight of your best friend Carla waiting there brings a smile to your face. Her eyes sparkle with excitement as she greets you. âHey, new adult,â she teases, her voice bright with playful energy.
With a swift motion, she rummages through her bag and produces something, extending her hand toward you. You see a vibrant red envelope nestled between her fingers, the initials M.J elegantly printed in bold black in the center. Your curiosity piqued, you take the envelope and feel its smooth texture beneath your fingertips.
With a quick rip, you open it and pull out a sleek black card. The moment you hold it up to the light, you notice striking red lettering that dances across the surface, resembling that of a business card but with a touch of mystery. The possibilities of what lies ahead race through your mind as you examine the card, your heart racing with excitement.
You tilt your head back to meet her gaze, laughter bubbling up as you exclaim, âCarla, what in the world is this?â Your eyes widen in playful disbelief as she meets your gaze, a sly smirk dancing on her lips. âWell,â she replies, her tone teasing, âitâs just a little hint of what Iâve signed you up for.â
âCome on, we need to go before we're late!â Carla urged, glancing at the clock with growing impatience. She gestured for you to hurry up as you fumbled with your shoes. But just as you were about to slip them on, she paused, her eyes narrowing as they landed on your outfit. âYouâre really wearing thatâŚâ she said slowly, a hint of disapproval lacing her voice. You could feel the heat rise to your cheeks as you shrugged, trying to sound nonchalant. âUh, yeah. How am I supposed to know what to wear if no one told me the dress appropriation?â You shot back, a mix of frustration and confusion bubbling inside you.
âUgh, lets go back upstairs and dress you up correctly.â
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(An: Dress photo at the end of story If you wanna see)
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âThis looks so much better than what you had on before,â Carla remarked, a glint of approval in her eyes. She handed you a stunning leather trench coat, its deep black hue gleaming under the soft light. You glanced at the coat, slightly unsure. âIsnât this a bit extra?â you questioned, feeling the smooth texture as you wrapped it around yourself. As you tied the belt, the coat draped elegantly over your frame, and you started walking toward the car, the distant sound of the city bustling around you.
âNot for what I signed you up for,â Carla exclaimed, swinging the car door open with an air of excitement. You climbed in, the scent of her vanilla air freshener enveloping you as you settled into the plush seat, and with a firm thud, you shut the door behind you. A sense of intrigue bubbled within you as Carla accelerated down the sunlit street, the wind tousling your hair. You couldn't shake the feeling of uncertainty; the mystery destination loomed ahead like a shadow. What had she gotten you into? Doubts flickered awkwardly in your mind, but you quickly brushed them aside. Carla was your best friend, after allâa steadfast shield against anything truly uncomfortable or troubling. You trusted her completely, ready to embrace whatever adventure lay ahead.
âWeâre nearly there, just a few more blocks to go,â Carla said, her voice filled with anticipation. You turned your gaze to the window, where the world outside unfolded like a familiar tapestry. The buildings glided past, each one echoing memories of your last visitâcolorful storefronts, weathered brick facades, and vibrant murals that burst with life. With every block, a wave of nostalgia washed over you, fueling the excitement of reaching your destination.
Carla drove up to a stunning building that shimmered in the sunlight, its sleek glass facade reflecting the vibrant colors of the surrounding environment. The structure stood tall and inviting, exuding an air of sophistication. After she parked the car, she turned to you, her expression a mix of encouragement and urgency. âTake the envelope with you,â she instructed, her voice steady. âHead up to the entrance, say your name, and youâll be welcomed inside.â
âW-what? Why arenât you coming?â you stammered, glancing back at her with confusion etched on your face. She met your gaze with a playful smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief. âBecause itâs a surprise for you!â she teased, laughter dancing in her voice. âNow, get out of the car!â
As you stepped out of the car, the click of your heels echoed against the concrete, creating a rhythmic melody with each stride. The entrance of the building loomed ahead, its imposing structure framed against the sky. You approached the sleek glass door, your heart giving a flutter of anticipation.
Stopping just in front of the intercom, you reached out and pressed the microphone button, feeling the cool surface beneath your fingertips. Clearing your throat, you announced your name with a voice that held a mix of confidence and eagerness. A few moments passed, the air thick with expectation, until you heard the faint, reassuring buzz that signaled your entry was granted. The door slid open smoothly, welcoming you into the space.
A woman approached you, her lips curved into a small, welcoming smile that seemed to light up her features. âYou must be Y/N," she said warmly, her voice soothing. "Mr. Jackson is waiting for you on the third floor.â As she spoke, she reached out and gently took your arm, her touch reassuring as she guided you towards the staircase.
With each step you took, your heart began to race, a flutter of nerves surging through you. Who exactly was Mr. Jackson, and what awaited you in this weird building.The air felt thick with anticipation as you followed her upward, the sound of your footsteps echoing softly in the quiet hallway.
The hallway stretched out before you, lined with an array of doors, each adorned with a distinct number and name that hinted at the mysteries within. It felt like navigating a labyrinth, with the walls closing in and the dim lighting casting elongated shadows. As you reached the end of the floor, you noticed a staircase descending to another level, the ambient glow of red lights pulsating ominously on the opposite side, giving the corridor an eerie, otherworldly atmosphere.
The lady paused dramatically at a door, her hand poised on the handle before she swung it open, inviting you into the unknown. As you stepped inside, she went out, closing the door with a quiet click that echoed in the air. Instantly, your breath caught in your throat; seated before you was a striking man whose deep brown eyes seemed to hold untold secrets. His jet black curls framed a face that radiated charisma, some strands cascading down to his shoulders while others were neatly pulled back into a ponytail. Clad in a bold red shirt paired with a sleek tie and form-fitting black leather pants adorned with daring buckles, he exuded an undeniable magnetism. You couldn't help but gaze at him, drawn in by his handsome allure and the palpable energy in the room.
âCome here,â he commanded, his piercing gaze locking onto yours, sending shivers down your spine. You found yourself moving towards him like a moth drawn to a flame, completely under his spell, every step igniting a rush of anticipation. You stand in front of him while he look at you.
âMy name Is Michael, and Your Y/N, Carla's Friend, that just turned 18?â He looked at me with his hands intertwined over his crotch. âYes,â you replied, a thrill racing through your veins. âYouâre a virgin and youâre youngâare you absolutely certain youâre ready for this?â He captured your gaze with an intense look, and the air between you crackled with anticipation.
âReady for what?â You ask completely confused, âI'm a sex instructor.â The revelation struck you hard, as if you had just been dealt a brutal blow. âWhat! I had no idea!â you exclaimed, your heart racing with disbelief. âMy friend Carla signed me up for this and said it was a surpriseâŚâ Your voice trailed off, a mix of confusion and surprise flooding your thoughts.
âIm sorry about what your friend did, and its up to you if you still wanna go through with this service,â he stood up looking down at you waiting for an answer.
You were a virgin, never been touched by anyone not even yourself, A sense of curiosity stirred within you, compelling you to explore the unknown. Yet, alongside that yearning, a nagging worry lingered at the back of your mindâa fear of the innocence you would inevitably sacrifice in the process.
âI want to do it.â The words tumbled from your lips almost before you realized what you were saying. You glanced up at him, your heart racing, searching his eyes for a hint of understanding or perhaps even approval.
He nodded, and a spark ignited in his eyes. He stepped closer, biting his lip with intent, his voice low and smooth as he breathed, âTake your coat off.â Each word rolled off his tongue like molten silk, setting the atmosphere ablaze with anticipation.
With a swift motion, you shrugged off your coat, the fabric gliding down your arms. You held it out as anticipation buzzed in the air, and he stepped forward, taking it from your grasp with a confident smile. With a gentle flick of his wrist, he draped it over the chair behind him, the moment charged with unspoken excitement.
âSince it's your first time I have to ask you a few questions to make sure you're completely comfortable with what we're about to doâ He spoke to you, maintaining unwavering eye contact, his gaze intense and focused. With a subtle gesture, he beckoned you to follow him, then reached out to push aside a small statue lamp. To your astonishment, a hidden door in the black wall swung open with a soft, seamless motion. He extended his hand, inviting you to take it as he guided you down a narrow staircase. As you descended, the air thickened with anticipation, and the wall behind you slid shut, cloaking the entrance in darkness.
Once you reached the bottom, you glanced around, your heart racing at the sight before you. The entire room was bathed in a deep, rich shade of red, the color radiating warmth and mystery, enveloping you in an almost surreal ambiance. Shadows danced along the walls, creating an atmosphere both enchanting and sexy.
âCan I pull your hair?â he asked unexpectedly, his voice breaking the comfortable silence that surrounded you both. You sensed it might have been one of the questions he mentioned. After a brief moment of surprise, a smirk crept onto your face as you replied, â..Yes,â your tone laced with a mix of curiosity and amusement.
He nodded thoughtfully, making a mental note of the moment. âAlright," he said with a warm smile, "I donât want to overwhelm you with too many questions since this is your first time here. So, whenever you're ready, just share with me what you enjoy and what youâd prefer to avoid. And it seems that time is now.â his hand slickly slid over your ass and you gasped slightly.
He got closer and pushed himself on you, You stumbled back, landing softly onto a bed you hadn't even noticed before, your attention completely consumed by this intriguing Michael guy. His strong, masculine hands wrapped around your waist, effortlessly lifting you and guiding you toward the center of the plush bedding. The fabric felt cool against your skin, contrasting with the warmth radiating from him as he positioned you securely, a whirlwind of emotions swirling between you.
âDon't be afraid to moan if you feel good, that's why I'm here⌠to help you learn your pleasuresâ he said in your ear softly with a hint of roughness in his voice, you nod and he places his soft lips on your neck kissing softly down the arch of your neck down to your cleavage.
His hands, marked by prominent veins that traced intricate patterns across the skin, gently lifted you up slightly, showcasing both strength and tenderness unzipping your dress, and that sent a warm pool in your abdomen.
His lips met yours kissing you ever so gently as he slid your dress off then he pulled away, and while doing so your heels fell off making the process a bit faster. The dress falls on the floor and one of his hands grabs your legs parting them and looking between them at your panties.
He couldn't tear his eyes from how your plump pussy lips filled the fabric, he reaches out a hand and massages your pussy causing you to let out a moan.
âDo you like this?â he asked and kept going brushing his handover your clit as he continues to massage you. âY-yes,â you say with a weakened voice. He stopped and began taking his shirt off, when it fell to the floor he leaned down kissing your clit through the material. You let out a loud moan feeling hot heat pools in your stomach.
He landed kisses up your navel all the way to your breasts, and with a swift motion before you knew it your bra was on the floor. His hand massaged one before latching onto the left one sucking and making you a moaning mess as he flicks his tongue over your now-hardened nipple, he opens his mouth wider taking more before he pulls away with a string of him Saliva connecting him to you until he pulls away. He licks your other nipple showing it some attention.
He leans back on his heels then stands up and takes his pants off revealing his huge bulge straining against his underwear, so visible you could see a damp spot. He places his hand on his band and then pulls it down. His heavy cock was hard between his legs, then he climbed back into the bed.
âLegs upâ his voice was rough, no more softness left in his voice. You lift your legs and he tugs your panties off leaving you bare and fully exposed to him. He grabs your legs and forcefully pulls you close that his cock was touching your slit.
âI'll take my time with you,â his voice laced with seduction and a hint of softness. âHappy late Birthdayâ he drags his tip up and down your slit up to your clit rubbing it with his pre cum making it more slippery.
âOh-.Fuck~â you moan and he gives you a satisfied slap with his tip to your clit, making you moan again. âLet me hear those sweet sounds,â he said before aiming at your entrance that's laced with yours and his slickness, and he pushed inside making you bite your lip in pain.
You grunted your breathing quickening up so he paused letting you adjust before he fully pushed inside you. âHow's that feel loveâ he whispered holding back his moans. You place your hands on his back, âG-Good, really goodâ you say on his neck.
He began moving slowly and grabbed some of your hair pulling a little bit and making a moan escape your lips, then he massaged your scalp. âG-Good God-â he moaned in your ear fastening the pace of his hips. âMichael..â you moan digging your nails into his back he whimpers going faster then grabs the back of your thigh making him hit spots that make him go deeper.
You press your teeth into your lip, the taste of iron mingling with your frantic breaths as you scream his name, the sound echoing with both desperation and craving. The erotic sound of his balls hitting your ass and the base of his cock slamming onto your pussy wildly made you crazy.
âFuck!â he wailed and sat up a little feeling you tighten around him, he went a little faster staring at you then reaching down and rubbing your clit fast, sending you overstimulation, he looks down seeing a white ring around his cock as he relentlessly pounds into you.
âM-Michael, Please..â you stuttered feeling your climax approaching, âMichael-â you say before you moaned and liquid went flying on his stomach on his abdomen, and all on the sheets.
âY-you squirted-â he said and You felt a burst of hot cum erupt into you. He moans collapsing on top of you feeling himself come down from his high. âYou squirted, and took it like a big girlâ he murmured his curls dripping sweat and stuck to his forehead. He then began brushing the hair that stuck to your face due to the sweat you both produced. The aroma of sex was all around, making your surroundings more titillating.
He places a gentle kiss on your lips. Letting you know you both aren't done just yet.
I hope you guys enjoyed
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Synopsis: Michael finally indulges one of his most sinful fantasies: tying you to the bed like the perfect present you are and fucking you stupid over and over, until you're utterly spent.
Tags: smut, bondage, blindfold, pre-established safe words, dom!michael, sub!reader, nipple play, oral (fem receiving), fingering, multiple orgasms, p in v, unprotected sex, creampie, squirting, overstimulation, dom/sub undertones, rough sex, dick too big (but that's not new here).
Word Count: 5k
Requested: yes/no
Authorâs Note: let's finish this year with a bang!
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The room glows softly, the only light coming from the twinkling Christmas tree in the corner. Outside the frosted windows snow falls in lazy flakes, blanketing the world in white. Inside, though, your world is anything but calm. Goosebumps pebble your skin and your heart beats faster as you lie back on the bed, completely bare, just as naked as he is.
Above you, Michaelâs chain dangles, catching the warm light. It sways slightly as he leans over you. Your breathing hitches when his warm fingers wrap gently around your wrist, bringing it up to the headboard. The luxurious red silk ribbon glides against your skin, making you shiver for reasons that have nothing to do with the winter weather.
He works slowly, taking his time, as though savoring each second. His hands are careful but firm, tying the ribbon around your wrist and securing it to the headboard. When he finishes, he takes the loose ends and ties a small, elegant bow. Itâs almost ridiculous how much care heâs putting into the details.
Your eyes wander up to his face, and you catch a look in his eyes that sends another shiver through you. Itâs a look of control, of desire, and something moreâsomething deeper, a hunger that heâs clearly been holding back. How long has he been waiting for this? The thought makes your cheeks warm.
He notices your dazed expression and gently tilts your chin up, drawing you back into the moment. âWhat color?â he asks, his voice low, grounding you even as it makes your heart race.
For a second, your focus drifts to the slickness trailing down your slit, a mortifying reminder of how ready your body is for him. You swallow hard, blinking up at him before quietly responding, âgreen.â
Michaelâs lips curl into a satisfied smile. âGood girl,â he murmurs, pressing a soft, warm kiss to your forehead.
He moves to your other wrist, repeating the process with the same care. Once itâs tied you tilt your head up, looking at your wrists and you tug lightly, testing the bonds. They hold firm but not uncomfortably so.
Michael notices and reaches out to cradle your cheek. His thumb strokes the soft skin there as he asks, âWant me to loosen them up? Donât want my baby to be uncomfortable.â
The tenderness in his voice makes your chest ache, and you shake your head, unable to look away from his deep brown eyes. How does he do that? How does he manage to be so gentle and so commanding all at once? Itâs maddening and intoxicating.
âUse your words,â he prompts, his thumb tracing your bottom lip.
You feel heat rising in your face, and you whisper, âNo.â
A proud smile spreads across his face, and he coos softly, âJust like that.â
His big hands begin their descent, trailing down your body with deliberate slowness. When his fingers brush against your breasts, your nipples pebble even harder, the mix of the cold air and your arousal making them hypersensitive. He pauses there, cupping your tits in his warm hands and giving them special attention. His thumbs brush over your stiff buds, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to your pussy.
Your breathing picks up, shallow and quick, as he kneads your breasts, his focus so intense it makes you wonder. What other freaky shit is he into? The thought almost makes you giggle, a soft smile tugging at your lips.
Michael notices immediately. His head cocks to the side, an amused smile playing on his lips as he looks down at you. âWhatâs got you smiling, huh?â
You quickly shake your head. âNothing,â you mumble, trying to stifle the grin.
âNothing?â he repeats, his smirk widening. âYou sure about that?â
Before you can answer, he leans down, his lips wrapping around one of your nipples. The teasing tug of his mouth erases the smile from your face in an instant, replacing it with a gasp as heat pools low in your belly. He sucks gently at first, his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak before he pulls back slightly, only to take it deeper into his mouth.
Your head falls back against the pillows, your body arching into him as his hands greedily squeeze your waist. He alternates between your breasts, worshiping each one with his lips and tongue. Your tied wrists tug instinctively at the ribbons.
âMichael,â you breathe, his name falling from your lips like a prayer.
He hums in response, the vibration against your sensitive nipple sending a shockwave through you. His hands slide lower, skimming over your ribs and settling on your hips. He grips you firmly, holding you in place as his mouth continues its assault on your chest.
He finally let your nipple slip free, a thin string of saliva still connecting him to you. The sight alone has your breath catching, but itâs the way he leans back, his movements slow, that makes you squirm.
Michaelâs body shifts, his broad shoulders and toned chest glistening faintly under the soft light. His cock, thick and heavy, bobs between his legs as he moves, curving downwards from how fat it is. His tip peeking from the hood all glossy from his precum. You canât help but stare, your mouth watering at the sight. Youâre so caught up in the sight of him that you barely register his hands sliding down to your ankle, his lips pressing soft, heated kisses up the length of your leg.
He reaches your knee, his kisses growing more seductive. His gaze locks with yours, and the lookon his face tells you he knows exactly what heâs doing. Slowly, he wraps the red ribbon around your bent knee, his fingers brushing your skin as he ties it off. The silk is soft but secure as he ties it to the headboard, your knee now folded up so tightly that itâs nearly touching your shoulder. The position leaves you gasping softly, the exposed stretch of your body making your cheeks burn with embarrassment.
He leans over to do the same with your other leg. His cock hovers dangerously close to your slippery folds, and you let out a small, involuntary whimper when it doesnât quite touch you. Michaelâs smirk deepens at your disappointment. When he finishes tying your other knee to the headboard, he finally sits back on his heels, surveying you like an artist admiring their masterpiece.
You swallow hard, testing the restraints. Your legs can barely move, and the angle leaves you completely exposed. Your pussy is spread wide, glistening in the soft light, your swollen clit and drooling entrance on full display. You can feel the heat radiating off your body, your vulnerability making your cheeks burn hotter. You look up at him, searching his face for any sign of mercy, but all you find is his smug, knowing smile.
âYou look perfect, sweet girl,â he murmurs, his large hands pressing against the backs of your thighs. He pushes them closer to your chest, folding you even tighter, and the motion has your walls clenching around nothing. A desperate whine escapes your lips as your head tilts back against the pillows.
Michael bites his lip and lets go of your legs, leaning back slightly as he picks up another length of ribbon. The crimson fabric slides through his fingers as he looks at you thoughtfully. âSure about this too?â he asks, his tone teasing.
You nod quickly, your movements impatient, feeling like you might combust if he doesnât touch you soon.
He tsks softly, shaking his head. âWhat did I say about using your words like a big girl?â
A frustrated whine escapes your throat. Your body is strung so tight that you feel like you might snap. âIâm sure,â you say through gritted teeth, your voice wavering. âJust⌠please.â
Michael leans forward, his hand cradling your cheek. His thumb brushes against your heated skin as he presses a soft, lingering kiss to your lips. The tenderness soothes you slightly, but itâs not enough to ease the ache between your legs. While kissing you, his hands move to the sides of your head, lifting it gently.
The blindfold slides over your eyes, plunging you into darkness. The sudden loss of sight heightens every other sensationâthe warmth of his hands, the faint scent of his cologne, the sound of your own uneven breathing filling the room.Â
When Michael pulls back, the bed shifts slightly under his weight. You strain your ears, trying to figure out where he is or what heâs doing, but all youâre met with is silence. The anticipation is maddening, your chest heaving as you try to steady your breathing.
âMichael?â you call out softly, your voice trembling.
Thereâs no response, only the sound of the bed creaking slightly. Did he get off the bed? Is he watching you from somewhere else in the room? You feel so exposed, so utterly helpless, and itâs almost too much to bear.
Michael watches you from his spot on the bed, a satisfied smirk on his face. He can see how worked up you are, your chest rising and falling rapidly, your thighs trembling in their bonds. The sight of you like thisâvulnerable, needy, and completely at his mercyâmakes his cock twitch painfully. But heâs not done teasing you yet.
âRelax, sweetheart,â he murmurs, his voice low and soothing. âRemember your safeword?â you nod and lick your lips. He hums satisfied.
Michaelâs presence looms, his gaze burning into you even though you canât see him. You can feel him watching, his attention laser-focused on your completely exposed form. The silence is maddening.
He sits back on his heels, stroking himself slowly, his hand wrapping firmly around his thick shaft. Heâs been hard for what feels like hours, teasing you and himself, drawing this game out longer than you thought possible. His eyes stay glued to your puffy cunt. The way youâre spread open for him, your knees tied up near your shoulders, your weeping pussy on full displayâitâs enough to make his cock leak with need.
âLook at you,â he murmurs, his voice soft but edged with heat. âSo needy. Always begging without saying a word.â
You donât respond, your throat too tight, your body too aware of the weight of his gaze. He doesnât need an answer anyway. His thumb swipes over the leaking head of his cock, spreading the precum as he strokes himself lazily.
The moment his tip makes contact with your clit, you gasp, your body jolting at the sudden stimulation. The wet, heavy tap makes your eyes flutter against the ribbon.Â
He lifts his cock away just as you instinctively try to grind your hips upward. The movement leaves you empty, aching for more, and you let out a frustrated whine. Your wrists and knees tug at the restraints, but thereâs no give. Youâre completely helpless.
âAh, ah,â he coos, his tone mocking but affectionate. âDonât get too greedy now.â
Greedy? The word makes you want to scoff. Heâs been tormenting you all day, bringing you to the edge of release over and over, only to pull back at the last second. Your body is on fire but you bite your tongue. You know better than to talk backâitâll only give him an excuse to draw this out even longer.
Michael notices the way your lips purse, the telltale sign of your irritation. It makes him smile. âAtta girl,â he murmurs, leaning forward to hover over your bound frame. His weight shifts the bed, and you feel the heat of his body radiating down to you.
He stops close to your face, his breath ghosting over your lips. You can feel how near he is, so close that youâre sure heâs about to kiss you. Your body tenses in anticipation, your lips parting slightly as you tilt your head up to meet him. But he moves at the last second, just out of reach, and your head falls back against the pillow with a frustrated sigh.
He chuckles softly, the sound low and teasing. âWhatâs wrong, baby?â he asks, his voice dripping with amusement. âWere you expecting something?â
You pout, your lips trembling slightly. Heâs playing with you, toying with you, and you canât even see his expression. Itâs infuriating.
Feeling a pang of guilt at your defeated expression, Michael finally closes the distance. His lips press against yours, warm and tender, an apology of sorts. You sigh into the kiss, your body relaxing for the first time in what feels like hours. His tongue slips into your mouth and for a few blissful moments, he gives in to you, letting you taste him, feel him, and your heart swells at the intimacy.
But itâs over too soon. He pulls back, leaving you breathless, and begins trailing kisses down your body. His mouth moves slowly, savoring every inch of you. He kisses along the curve of your neck, down to your collarbone, his hands greedily squeezing your sides as he goes. His lips continue their journey down your stomach. His hands knead your thighs, his fingers pressing into your soft flesh as he takes his time worshipping you.
On instinct you tilt your head upward as if that will help you see somethingâanythingâbut the blindfold holds firm, the dark fabric blocking out all light. You canât even find the smallest gap to peek through. Frustrated, you let your head fall back against the pillows again.
âYouâre so beautiful like this,â Michael says, his voice muffled against your inner thigh. âCompletely helpless. Completely mine.â
Your walls clench instinctively around nothing. The need inside you is almost unbearable. But Michael doesnât seem to be in any hurry. Heâs savoring thisâsavoring youâand it only makes your desperation grow.
He reaches your dripping core, and your breath catches as you feel the first teasing puff of warm air against your sensitive, slick folds. The sensation is maddening, a small, desperate whimper escapes your lips, and you can feel the corners of his smirk even though you canât see it.
âPatience, my girl,â he murmurs.
âIf youâre good, Iâll give you what you want.â
His words hang in the air, heavy with promise. But even as he speaks, he doesnât touch you. Instead, he just stares, his dark eyes drinking in the sight of your swollen, sticky folds. Your hips jerk instinctively, seeking any kind of relief.
You hear him chuckle softly. âSo desperate,â he says, more to himself than to you. âBut thatâs exactly how I want you.â
Before you can respond, his tongue finally makes contact. The first broad lick of his hot, wet tongue over your folds pulls a choked gasp from your lips. He doesnât rush, taking his time as he laps at you, savoring the tangy sweetness of your slick like itâs his favorite dessert. He drags his tongue slowly along every crevice, deliberately avoiding your throbbing button.
He sucks gently on your folds, his lips closing around them as he alternates between soft kisses and teasing nibbles. His tongue dips lower, swirling around your entrance before sliding inside, the wet heat of it making you clench helplessly around the intrusion. A shaky moan escapes your lips as your body arches toward him. But still he ignores your clit, leaving the most sensitive part of you aching for attention.
âPlease,â you whisper, your voice breaking.Â
He pulls back just enough to speak, not wanting to be too separated from your delicious cunt. âPlease, what?â he asks, his tone casual, almost amused.
Your cheeks burn hotter, and you swallow hard, trying to find the words. âI- Iâve been good,â you manage to say, your voice trembling. âIâve been so good.â
He hums thoughtfully, his wet lips brushing against your inner thigh as he considers your plea. âYou think so?â he asks, his tone playful, almost taunting. âYou think youâve earned it?â
âYes, yes,â you whisper. âPlease, I-â
But he doesnât let you finish. His mouth is on you again, his tongue delving into every crevice, every fold, tasting you so thoroughly itâs almost obscene. But still, he avoids your clit, leaving it untouched, the neglect driving you to the brink of madness.
Your body trembles as you tug at the silk ribbons holding you in place. The heightened sensations of being so bound and blindfolded only add to the insatiable craving. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes. You want to beg, to cry, to screamâbut you bite your lip, trying to hold back.
He notices, of course. He always notices. âPoor thing,â he murmurs, his voice dripping with mock sympathy. âYou look like youâre about to cry. Is it that bad?â
âYes,â you sob, unable to hold back any longer. âJust let me-â
Relenting his tongue moves higher. The first deliberate flick of his tongue over your clit sends a shock wave of pleasure through you, and you cry out, your entire body jerking against the restraints. He doesnât stop this time, his tongue flicking your sensitive nub with just the right amount of pressure.
Your head falls back, a high-pitched moan spilling from your lips as the pleasure builds rapidly. He holds you there, right on the edge, his lips sealed tightly around your pulsing clit.
And when you finally cum, itâs like a dam breaking. Your body shaking as you cry out his name, your voice cracking with the intensity of it. He doesnât stop, his tongue and lips drawing out every last shudder, every last tremor, until youâre left gasping for air, completely spent.
Michael pulls back slowly, his lips unlatching and covered with your slick, his eyes dark and satisfied as he watches you come down from the high. âGood girl,â he murmurs, his voice soft and full of praise. âSo good for me.âÂ
The room is silent except for your ragged breaths and the faint creak of the mattress beneath you. The blindfold remains snug over your eyes, leaving your other senses to compensate. Every little noiseâhis breathing, the subtle shift of his weightâfeels magnified.
You try to move, to close your legs and shield your overstimulated pussy, but the silk ribbons binding your knees to the headboard keep you helplessly spread. The effort only causes the restraints to tug against your skin, a reminder of just how exposed you are. You whimper softly, the vulnerability making you hyper aware of your slick dripping onto the sheets beneath you.
A low chuckle rumbles from him. âTrying to close up on me?â he teases, his voice dark and smooth. âThought you know better than that.â
You hear him shift closer, and then his fingers are there, just barely ghosting over your drenched folds. The touch is featherlight. Your hips buck instinctively, seeking more contact, but his hand moves away just as quickly, leaving you panting and desperate.
âSo twitchy,â he says. âSo sensitive. Thatâs what happens when my pretty girl is all tied up, isnât it?â
You swallow hard, your chest rising and falling as his fingers return, this time pressing gently against your quivering entrance. The tip of one finger dips inside, just enough to make you whimper, your walls fluttering around the intrusion. He doesnât push further, though, just toys with your hole, circling and teasing until youâre nearly in tears again from the frustration.
âLook at you,â he coos. âJust made you cum, yet your greedy little pussy wants more, doesn't she?â Â
His fingers finally press deeper, sliding knuckle-deep into your wet depth. Your mouth falls open as the stretch sends a jolt of pleasure through you, but itâs still not enoughânot nearly enough.Â
He curls his fingers inside you, brushing against that sweet spot that makes your back arch and a sharp gasp leave your lips. âThere we go,â he says, his other hand reaching down to wrap around his stiff, lengthy cock. He strokes himself slowly, his eyes locked on your needy cunt. The bulbous tip of his cock glistens with precum, and he lets a thick bead of it drip onto your folds, mix with your juices.
âLook at this mess,â he murmurs, his fingers moving in and out of you in a steady rhythm. âNo one gets to see you like this, only me.â
He adds another finger, spreading you open, the stretch deliciously overwhelming, and you cry out, involuntary tugging at the restraints. His free hand tightens around his cock, fisting the veiny length as he watches you squirm and writhe beneath him.
He slows his movements, his fingers sliding out of you as you whine at the loss. You can hear him licking his fingers clean, the wet, sinful sounds making your cheeks burn. âAre you sure about this?â he asks, his voice sincere, lacking that teasing tone. âOnce Iâm inside you, I wonât be able to hold back. You know that, donât you, my clever girl?â
âmhm,â you gasp, nodding vigorously. âI know, I know.â
He chuckles softly at your eagerness. âGood,â he says.Â
He positions himself at your entrance. His girthy, meaty cock presses against your sticky lips, teasing and testing your limits. Your breath hitches, the tremors running through you making it impossible to stay still. He notices, of course, his sharp eyes drinking in every quiver of your restrained body.
âShh, easy now,â he murmurs softly, his voice a low, soothing rumble. His hand caresses your hip before gripping it firmly, his possessive touch grounding you. âNeed you to relax, sweetheart. If you donât, I wonât be able to fit.â His tone is gentle but laced with command.
You nod obediently, biting your lip as you try to relax, though the very thought of his monstrous size has your walls fluttering in anticipation. His hand tightens on your hip, anchoring you in place as he lines himself up. He shifts his weight slightly, and you feel the warmth of his tip nudging at your entrance. Slowly, he slides the glossy head through your folds, mixing his precum with your slick.
With a slow, deliberate motion, he begins to push inside, his tip stretching you open. A whimper escapes your lips as your body struggles to accommodate his girth, the slight sting of the stretch making your eyes flutter behind the blindfold. He groans deeply, the sound guttural and full of restraint as he fights the urge to shove himself in all at once.
âFuck,â he mutters, his voice deep.
He glides in deeper, each thick inch making your body tense. His hold on your soft hip tightens, his thumb brushing over your skin in an attempt to soothe you. When he finally buries himself to the hilt, his heavy balls pressing firmly against your ass, you let out a strangled cry, your head pressing back into the pillow as your mouth falls open. The stretch is overwhelming, a mix of pleasure and pain that leaves you breathless.
He stays still for a moment, letting you adjust, your folds stretched impossibly wide around him. âSuch a perfect present for me, stuffed full of my cock.â His voice is thick with pride and lust.
His words send a flush of heat to your cheeks. Before you can respond, he leans down, his broad chest pressing against yours as his lips capture yours in a hungry, sloppy kiss. His kisses swallowing your whimpers as he devours you.
You lose yourself in the feeling, your senses overwhelmed by the feel of his lips, the press of his body, the stretch of his cock buried deep inside you. Then, without warning, he starts to move, his hips pulling back before driving forward with a powerful thrust. The force of it knocks the breath from your lungs, and you gasp against his lips, your moans spilling freely as he sets a brutal, unrelenting pace.
Each plunge is hard and fast, his hips pistoling against the back of your thighs, the wet slap of skin against skin filling the room. The squelching sounds of your soaked pussy are loud, debaucherous, and they seem to drive him even wilder. You can feel the creamy ring of your juices forming at the base of his cock, coating his dark, coiled pubic hair, and the thought makes your pout. Itâs a shame you canât see it for yourself.
âGod, baby,â he groans, his voice strained with effort and pleasure. âYouâre making such a mess on my cock.â
Your wrists tug at the ribbons binding you to the headboard, the tension making your arms ache slightly, but the sensation only adds to the intensity. Your tits bounce with each powerful thrust, your body rocking against the mattress as he takes you with an almost animalistic fervor. His groans mix with your cries, the smell of sex filling the air.
His lips latch onto your neck, his teeth grazing your sensitive skin as he nips and sucks, marking you as his. Each bite sends jolts of heat through your body, claiming you in a way that feels primal and possessive. You tilt your head to the side, giving him more access, even as his pace leaves you gasping for air. His cock hammers against your cervix with each thrust, and the pressure makes your legs tremble and your toes curl.
The blindfold over your eyes grows damp as tears of pleasure stream down your face. The fabric, already a deep red, darkens as it absorbs the evidence of your ecstasy. Your outstretched arms and legs ache from being bound for so long, but the sheer intensity of being impaled on his cock makes the discomfort fade into the background. Your entire world narrows to the sensation of him, the overwhelming stretch, the animalistic rhythm, and the heat of his body pressing against yours.
Your release builds quickly, your walls fluttering around him as your body reaches its limit. Without warning, you squirt, a gush of liquid soaking his cock, his abdomen, and his thighs. The release is powerful and uncontrollable, a strangled cry escapes your lips. He groans in response, his voice rough and laced with desire.
He curses under his breath, his hips never faltering. If anything, he fuck you harder, the wetness only spurring him on. The bed creaks louder, rocking with his movements, and you swear it might break under the force of his pounding. âCome on, baby, give it to me. Drench cock.â
Your body spasms, squirting again and again as he drives you into overstimulation. Your juices spray in every direction, soaking everything. The sensitivity becomes unbearable, and you start to shake, your voice high-pitched and breathy as you babble incoherently. âItâs too much, too much!â you manage to whine, your words slurred from the overwhelming sensations coursing through you.
He leans down, his lips brushing your ear as he coos softly. âShh, I know, sweetheart, I know. But you can take it. Just one more for me, yeah?â
His fingers find your slippery, swollen clit, rubbing it in tight circles. The additional stimulation sends your mind into a haze, and you scream as another orgasm tears through you. Your gummy walls clamp down on his cock, milking him as you soak him once more, your body convulsing uncontrollably. Your hands tug at the ribbons, and your hard nipples graze against his chest, the friction sending sparks of pleasure through you.
He groans loudly, his hips stuttering as your tightness pushes him over the edge. With a final, deep thrust, he buries himself inside you, his heavy cock throbbing as he spills his hot, milky load into your fluttering pussy. The warmth of his release soothes your overstimulated walls, but the sheer volume has it spilling out of you, dripping down to coat your asshole and the sheets beneath you.
He stays there, pressed against you, his length still buried inside as he lets you come down from the high. His rough demeanor softens as he reaches up to gently remove the blindfold, revealing your tear-streaked, flushed face. His fingers brush your hair back as he cups your cheek tenderly.
You let your eyes adjust. Gaze drifting to his face illuminated by the twinkling tree in the corner. You can see his curls sticking to his forehead and his lips parted, breathing heavily. What a man.
âYou okay?â he asks softly, his voice filled with concern. âWas that too much?â
You shake your head, your body too spent to form words. He presses a kiss to each of your wrists before carefully untying them, his touch delicate and soothing. He does the same to your knees, unbinding them and letting your legs fall limply to the bed. The relief of being able to move again is immediate, and you groan softly as the ache in your limbs starts to fade.
âI know, I know,â he murmurs, his tone filled with affection. He grabs a glass of water from the nightstand and helps you drink, holding the glass to your lips as you sip slowly. Once youâre rehydrated, he sets it aside and slides out of you with deliberate care, your walls weakly squeezing around him, his softened cock wet with your combined release. He groans quietly, clearly struggling to keep himself from getting hard again as he watches your pussy gape, leaking his cum.
âGod,â he mutters, running a hand through his hair. âWe should do this again someday.â
You manage a weak laugh, your voice hoarse from crying out. âOnly if I get to tie you up next time.â
He smirks, shaking his head. âAbsolutely not.â
You pout, rolling your eyes, but a mischievous smile tugs at the corner of your lips. Youâre already scheming on how youâll get him to agree. After all, isnât he the one who always says, âhappy wife, happy life?â Well this is exactly what will make you really happy.
TW: NSFW, established relationship, 18+, Fingering, orgasm, and moreâŚ
Word count: 1k
Aurthorâs note: First time writing a short story on here, be nice!
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Michael sat in the studio with Quincy, feeling a sense of normalcy wash over him, much like any other day. As he adjusted his headphones, he sensed a familiar comfort in the routine. Quincy gave him the cue to start, and with a gentle nod, Michael began to sing "Liberian Girl." But as he poured his heart into each note, his thoughts drifted to you. Your sweet face, which he cherished deeply, filled his mind, transforming every lyric into a heartfelt tribute to the love he felt for you. Michael felt a deep longing for your presence at that moment, but he was caught up in his work. He was determined to finish the song for his album, knowing how important it was to him. Balancing his emotions with his responsibilities was difficult, and he hoped you could understand the urgency he felt. Quincy glanced over at Michael, a hint of anticipation in his voice. "Weâre about to dive into the vocals, Michael. You ready?" He could see Michael lost in thought, a distant look in his eyes.
Michael took a moment to shake off the distraction as he contemplated the long hours they had ahead in the studio. With a deep, steadying breath, he braced himself for the intensity of the work. Yet, even amidst the flurry of musical notes and melodies swirling around him, his mind kept drifting back to thoughts of you. The yearning to see you again cast a shadow over his focus, making the hours seem even longer as he mentally counted down to the moment he would be reunited with you.
Just a few hours into an intense recording session, Michael felt a surge of impatience coursing through himâhe had to see you. Without a second thought, he shot you a text, urging you to meet him at the studio because something important was on his mind. âQuincy, I need to take a break,â he announced, his voice tinged with urgency. âItâs been hours of non-stop recording, and I need to rejuvenate.â Quincy, sensing the weight of Michaelâs emotions, nodded empathetically. âI understand. Just let me know if you need anything,â he replied before heading out the door, likely to find refuge in the break room. The tension in the air was palpable, and the anticipation of what Michael wanted to share added an electric thrill to the moment!
Michael reclined on the couch, anxiously awaiting your arrival. He found himself missing your presenceâthe comforting scent that lingered in the air and the graceful way your hips swayed as you walked. Overwhelmed by emotions, he gently closed his eyes and took a deep, calming breath, longing for the warmth of your company.
He heard the soft click of the door swinging open, yet kept his eyes shut, assuming it was Quincy entering the room. âMichael,â you whispered gently, your voice a warm caress in the stillness. Instantly, his eyelids fluttered open, revealing a smile that lit up his face. He sat up quickly, drawing you into a tender embrace, the warmth of his body enveloping you like a cozy blanket. As he inhaled deeply, the familiar scent of you filled his senses, and he let out a slow exhale, his breath brushing against your skin and sending delightful shivers cascading down your spine.
âI missed you so much, Princess,â he murmured, his warm breath brushing against your lips. You returned his gentle gaze with a soft smile, lightly caressing his hair. âI missed you too, Michael. I wanted to come sooner, but I didnât want to impose on you,â you confessed, looking into his deep brown eyes, filled with understanding.
Michael furrowed his brow, his eyebrows arching upward in surprise. âYou should have come,â he said, his voice low and gentle, yet laced with concern. âYouâre never intruding on anything.â The warmth in his tone contrasted with the seriousness of his expression, inviting reassurance.
Michael gently takes your hand, leading you into a dimly lit, isolated room. As he closes the door behind you, he makes sure to lock it securely, creating a barrier between you and the outside world. He glances around to ensure no one is watching before turning off his microphone, signaling that this moment is private. With a sense of urgency, he pulls you into a corner of the room, tucking you both away from the view of the large window. The air feels charged as he leans in closer, creating a sense of intimacy in this hidden space away from prying eyes.
With a smoldering intensity in his eyes, he bites his lip, gently cradling your face as he pulls you into a passionate, fiery kiss that ignites the air around you. You let out a soft gasp at his boldness, considering that Michael is the shy type, you just don't know what has gotten into him. His fingers trickle up your back, causing shivers making it so much more intense. The sound of you and Michaelâs lips together got more heated within seconds. He pulled away just a little to catch his breath and to look at your beauty, his eyes grazed at the arousal on your face and how flustered you were.
He gave you a beautiful smile kissing your lips, his hair in a frizzy ponytail to the back with his few curls hanging in his face, you could see little spots of his vitiligo and it only made him look even lovelier, You loved that, even if he didn't.
âYou are so beautifulâ he whispered brushing his lips on your neck and nibbling on your soft skin, he gripped your waist pulling you flush against him. You let out a soft moan, only making Michael want you more, his self-control slipping away by the second.
âMichael, Get out of there!â Quincy spoke knocking on the glass. Michael looked at me, âMoanâ he directly asked, âW-What-â You spoke in confusion, getting cut off by Michaelâs hand in your panties, and began to rub your bud fast, keeping eye contact. You closed your eyes bit, your lip, and let a groan come out, âBaby let him know what's happening, louder,â he slipped his two fingers inside of you causing you to let out a breathy moan, âM-Michael,â You moaned. Michael's eyes darkened. âLouder baby,â he whispered, the pace of his fingers fastening, and gliding inside you with ease from your slippery walls. Your mouth opened letting out whimpers, grabbing hold of his arms for support, for you had gone almost weak in the knees.
He went faster feeling you clench around his fingers, âMichael, M-Fuck!â the feeling in your abdomen tightened. Michael watched the desire on your face with a smirk enjoying every second of it, while he on the other hand was aroused, he was damn near the edge without touching himself, But your pleasures always come first.
You pulsated on his Fingers, feeling your panties covered in your essence. You bit your lip gripping his shoulders hard, feeling yourself about to cum. You held onto the release until you felt a familiar coil in your abdomen, âMichaelâŚâ You let out helplessly, as you came hard on his fingers breathing hard. He slowly slipped his fingers out with a âPopâ sound and brought them to his mouth sucking them dry.
Synopsis: After Michael cheats on you with Diana Ross you cross paths again at the Grammy's.
Tags: angst, infidelity, hurt no comfort.
Word Count: 2k
Requested: yes/no
Authorâs Note: this is my first time writing angst so be nice pls
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You step onto the Grammy's red carpet, and instantly, the paparazzi swarm like bees to honey. Their voices blend into a cacophony of shouts, yells, and screams, all clamoring for your attention. "Over here! Look this way! Smile for us!" they cry, their cameras flashing relentlessly, each burst of light illuminating the chaos around you. The flashes are blinding, but you've long grown accustomed to the relentless barrage of attention. You've been in this spotlight for years, and it's become a part of your reality.
Every step you take is deliberate, graceful, as if you're gliding across the red carpet with the effortless elegance of a swan. The eyes of the world are upon you, and you know they're scrutinizing your every move, every detail of your appearance. But you don't falter. You maintain your composure, your facade of perfection.
Yet beneath the surface, turmoil and heartbreak churns within you, a storm raging in the depths of your soul. It's a feeling you've grown all too familiar with, a constant companion in the midst of fame and adulation. The memory of betrayal lingers like a shadow.
The world sees only the polished exterior, the flawless face of success and glamour. But they don't know the pain that lies beneath, the wound that refuses to heal, the shattered love and broken promises.
The memory of him lingers like a bittersweet melody, haunting your thoughts even as you walk the red carpet. Michael was your everything, the center of your world, until he wasn't.Â
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You sit on the edge of the bed, the soft sheets beneath you offering little comfort as your heart aches with betrayal. Michael kneels before you, his grip on your knees tight, as if he fears you'll vanish into thin air if he lets go. His eyes, usually so warm and full of love, are now red and swollen with tears, mirroring the pain in your own.
Tears blur your vision, despite your best efforts to hold them back. You never thought you'd find yourself in this position, confronted with the harsh reality of infidelity in your own home, in your own bed. It's a betrayal that cuts to the core, leaving you feeling hollow and broken.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," Michael whispers, his voice choked with emotion. "I-I never meant to hurt you, I swear." Apologies fall from his lips in a desperate stream, each word laden with remorse and regret. But you can't bring yourself to listen, can't bear to hear his excuses and justifications. You thought he was better than this, thought he was a good man. But now, all you see is the shattered remains of the man you once loved.
Finally finding your voice, you cut him off with a quiet, trembling whisper. "How long?" you ask, your voice barely above a whisper. The silence that follows is deafening, heavy with shame and guilt. Michael hangs his head low, unable to meet your gaze, and your heart clenches with the realization that this betrayal has been going on for much longer than you anticipated.
"Speak up," you demand, your voice trembling with a mixture of anger and hurt. Michael mutters something almost inaudible, and you lean in closer, your heart pounding in your chest. "Four months," he finally admits, and the weight of his words crushes you like a ton of bricks.
You close your eyes, trying to steady your breathing, trying to make sense of the whirlwind of emotions raging inside you. You swallow hard, pushing back the tears threatening to spill over. And then, with a strength you didn't know you possessed, you meet his gaze, your eyes cold and distant.
"You don't love me," you say softly, the words heavy with resignation. It's not a question, but a statement of fact, a bitter truth that you can no longer deny.
You close your eyes, trying to steady yourself against the onslaught of emotions threatening to overwhelm you. Four months. Four months of lies and deceit, all hidden behind a facade of love and devotion.
Michael shakes his head and reaches out to you, his hand trembling as he tries to wipe away your tears. "No, no, that's not true baby i-," he insists, but you pull away, unable to bear the touch of his hand against your skin.
You glare at him, anger burning hot in your chest as he tries to defend himself, but you cut him off with a sharp raise of your voice. "If you loved me, if you respected me, you would have never done such a thing," you say, your words laced with bitterness and hurt. He swallows hard, his eyes dropping to the floor as he takes in the full extent of the pain he's caused you.
A heavy silence hangs between you, broken only by the sound of your ragged breathing. You watch as he struggles to find the right words, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water. But you know there's nothing he can say to make this right, nothing he can do to erase the betrayal that now stains your relationship.
With a trembling voice, you speak again, your words barely above a whisper. "I always knew," you say, your voice thick with emotion. "I always knew that you loved her more than you could ever love me." His silence is deafening, confirming the painful truth that has been gnawing at your heart for far too long.
Tears blur your vision as you continue, your voice shaking with anger and sadness. "But I never expected you to be such a coward," you say, each word a dagger aimed straight at his heart. "To go behind my back and fuck her like some pathetic mutt." He stays silent, knowing better than to argue with you.Â
You roughly push his hands away from your knees, the contact suddenly feeling suffocating and unbearable. Without another word, you stand up, your legs shaking beneath you as you take a step back. "Don't ever contact me again," you say, your voice cold and final.
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âHey, are you alright?.â You sit in the crowded room, surrounded by the glitz and glamour of the ceremony. Your manager, seated beside you, leans in and asks.Â
âYeah, yeah..Iâm fine.â You nod, offering a small, strained smile as you try to push aside the tumult of emotions swirling inside you. The truth is, you're anything but alright. But you can't let anyone see that, not here, not now.
Your thoughts drift as the ceremony progresses, the familiar rhythm of the event lulling you into a state of detachment. But then, a name is announced, and your breath catches in your throat. Michael. He's won an award for "We Are the World" As you watch him take the stage, a pang of nostalgia washes over you, mingled with a hint of bitterness.
His smile, the same smile he used to give you, sends a shiver down your spine. You quickly avert your gaze, not wanting anyone to notice the flood of memories threatening to overwhelm you. Your eyes wander, landing on Diana. You can't help but feel a surge of resentment toward her.
But you push those thoughts aside, unwilling to let them sour your mood any further. Instead, you turn your attention back to Michael, just in time to catch his gaze. Your heart skips a beat as your eyes lock with his, his big, beautiful brown eyes, and for a moment, it's as if the world around you fades away, leaving only the two of you.
He stumbles over his words, drawing a chuckle from the audience. They think it's nerves, but you know the truth. He's stumbled because he's seen you, because he's still affected by you after all this time. Shamelessly, he keeps his eyes locked on yours throughout his speech, and you can't help but feel a flutter of something deep within you. Though not enough to mirror his.
As he finishes his speech, his eyes still locked on yours, his words send a jolt of electricity through your veins. "And lastly I want to thank the one I love most," he says, his gaze unwavering as he looks directly at you. The audience assumes he's talking about Diana, but you know better. You scoff inwardly, knowing that his words are meant for you and you alone.Â
You make your way through the throngs of people. The ceremony is over, but the weight of what just transpired hangs heavy on your shoulders. As you approach your waiting limo, you can sense someone running after you. Your heartbeat quickens, but you refuse to slow down or halt your steps. Then, you hear his voice calling out to you.
âWait! Please, slow down.â
Despite your best efforts to ignore him, he manages to catch up to you, gently grabbing your arm. His touch sends a shiver down your spine, his skin so soft and familiar. But you push aside those thoughts, refusing to let them overpower you.
With a quick motion, you take your arm out of his grasp, treating him as if he's a stranger to you. The hurt is evident in his eyes as he opens his mouth a few times, struggling to find the right words.
Finally, he sighs and simply says, "I'm sorry." His voice is soft, almost pleading, but you remain silent, blankly staring at him.Â
He continues after the awkward silence, admitting that you were right, that he was pathetic for what he did. "I wasn't in love with Diana," he confesses. "I was in love with the idea of her in my mind. But I've realized now that I've only ever loved one person so deeply, and that's you."
His words hang in the air, heavy with emotion. He pours out his heart, apologizing profusely, again and again, his breath picking up, tears threatening to spill over his eyes. His hands tremble, itching to touch you again, to hold you close. You can tell he's being genuine, but your face remains emotionless, betraying nothing.
After he's done with his monologue, you take a deep breath and nod, giving him a small glimmer of hope. But then, you shatter it with your next words. "okayâŚI don't forgive you," you state calmly, firmly.Â
He tries to argue, to plead his case, but you shut him down with a simple, "I hear you, but I still don't forgive you."
You look him up and down one last time, taking in every detail. "I wish you all the best," you say quietly, before turning and walking away, leaving him more broken than he was before.
There's a moment of silence as he processes your words, his expression crestfallen.Â
His chest heaves with each ragged breath, his heart pounding against his ribs as if it might stop any second. His hand trembles as he presses it against his chest, trying to calm the frantic beat. But the realization that you're driving away, that you're never coming back, settles in like a heavy weight on his chest.
He backs himself against a nearby wall, his knees unable to support him any longer. He slides down, his back hitting the cold surface, his legs sprawled out in front of him. The tears he's been holding back finally break free, tracing a salty path down his cheeks. It feels like his whole world is collapsing around him, the only person who's truly cared for him now gone because of his own stupidity.
His face feels hot with embarrassment and shame. His clothes suddenly feel too tight, constricting his every movement. The street lights overhead seem blindingly bright, casting harsh shadows on the pavement below. He squeezes his eyes shut, trying to block out the overwhelming sensory input.
But no matter how hard he tries, he can't escape the suffocating feeling of loss that grips him. It's like a vice around his chest, squeezing tighter with each passing second. He feels like he can't breathe, like the air around him is too thick to inhale. All he can do is sit there, consumed by his own despair, wishing he could turn back time and make things right. But he knows it's too late for that now. You're gone, and he's left alone to pick up the pieces of his shattered heart.
