❤︎. you are very fond of michael’s glasses. so you fuck him while they slip off
❤︎. anal(mj recieving). wc: 584
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With the seasons rapidly changing, the outdoors had been undoubtedly chilly the past few days. Even in the house, you walked around with socks halfway up to your knees, and thick sweatpants tied tightly around your waist. The chill never quite went away. Until you were in bed with Michael.
Your husband has been busy most days, caught up in work like he usually found himself to be. You never nagged about it, living with his level of stardom had to be anything but easy. Some days he would come home so tired, that he'd skip dinner and fall asleep right after a shower. Some days, he'd be too sleepy to engage in conversation at all. On better days, he would sit on the couch with you and accompany you in watching a movie.
And on other better days, he'd do this;
Have his legs spread out over your shoulders and let you desperately ram into him, the room quiet except for the sounds of thrusting and moaning, and grunts.
He was still incredibly tired today, actually. He had voiced that fact right after coming back home.
But in the quiet, domestic setting of the night— Michael had put on his glasses to engage in some late night reading. And god, he knew how much you loved him in his glasses.
This and that happened, and eventually, you were pounding the fatigue right out of him, leaning in close to place wet kisses on his collarbone. His hands gripped the sheets, his fingers tangled into the fabric so tightly that it was almost painful.
Your eyes were trained on his broken face. He wore a grey hoodie and it was ridden up all the way past his chest— the hood still up with long strands of his hair poking out, and his features were twisted up in pleasure. all while his frames gradually slipped off of his face with every powerful thrust. In the back of your mind, you imagined how divine he would look if you were to make a mess on his face while he had the glasses on. Your cum would be dripping down the clear frames, and his face would be all dirty. He'd be embarrassed, that's for sure, and you wanted nothing more than to witness it. Perhaps next time.
The cold of the house didn't matter to the two of you when you were like this. Your only focus was on each other. The warmth radiating from the other was enough to forget about the varying temperatures outside.
"Ohh.. baby, keep going— oh, yeah. There, right there-"
Michael's voice, pitchy and needy, sounded like music to your ears. His glasses, which were perched atop his nose earlier, were now crooked. And he made no effort to fix them, craning his neck and vocalizing his pleasure with no restraint.
"I got you, Angel." You panted out, gripping the meat of Michael's thigh and quickening your thrusts. "Mh— fuck, you feel so good, Mike— ‘Bouta.. make me cum-"
Your voice cut off with a sharp grunt as you emptied your load inside of you husband. And with a loud cry, Michael came too— a white mess spilling over his stomach and chest.
Your thrusting halted and only the sound of breathlessness filled the room.
Once you calmed down from your high, you gently pulled out of him, relishing in the small, pitiful noise that escaped his mouth as you did so. Eventually, you scooped him right up into a tight embrace.
Oneshot based on this ask on @effiism's account since I said I'd write it. I hope you enjoy! :)
CW: yaoi, piss, sex + aftercare, boypussy!Michael, sub!Michael/dom!reader, cunnilingus, fingering, cowgirl position, creampie, kinda porn no plot, the whole program so beware. Not proofread btw
If you don't like any of these things, please click off instead of spreading hate, thank you!
Michael didn't waste a second once he finished his show for tonight, hurrying towards his hotel room where he knew you had been waiting. On the way, he thought about all the things you could do to him tonight, his mind quickly starting to race just like his heart already was.
He'd been preoccupied with these thoughts all day, while preparing for the show, even during the show. His team had asked if he was okay, but he shrugged them off and said he was just a little nervous. In fact, he had to force himself not to run to the bathroom and rub one out right there, since you gave him clear instructions; no touching himself before he's with you.
Finally reaching the hotel room, Michael fumbled with the key card, his hands already shaking with excitement and arousal. He stuck the card into the slit and the door opened. He stepped inside and closed the door, looking around for you until he heard your voice behind him.
"There you are," you walked out of the bathroom with a grin, causing Michael to immediately turn towards you, his big expressive eyes landing on your face first before they briefly flickered down to your abs since you weren't wearing a shirt. "Did you behave and follow my instructions?" You asked, your voice low, as you approached him and gently let your hand rest on his hip. Michael nodded eagerly. "Yes, I...it took everything I had," he admitted, making you chuckle.
"Been thinking about this all day, have you? Poor baby, all pent up..." You teased, lightly squeezing his hip. Michael leaned forward to press himself against you. "You don't know the half of it," he murmured, looking up at you. "Oh, I do. You weren't the only one suffering, you know?" You smiled, your hand sliding down from his hip towards his plush butt, giving it a firm squeeze and making him hum softly.
His hands reached up to hold onto your shoulders, pulling you down towards him to kiss you. Of course, you responded instantly, moving your lips against his deeply, sliding your tongue into his mouth. A small moan escaped him that you gladly swallowed.
"God, baby...get on the bed," you whispered against his lips, to which he immediately obeyed, moving back and climbing onto the neatly made bed, knowing it won't be so neat later. You walked forward slowly while unbuckling your belt. "Pants off," you ordered. Michael bit down on his lower lip, popping the button and unzipping the fly, shimmying out of his pants to reveal his panties already damp with slick arousal.
"Well, look at you. Already so excited, hm?" You teased with a grin, also climbing onto the bed. "Here, let me." Your fingers found the hem of Michael's panties, thumbs hooking inside. Michael lifted his hips eagerly, letting you pull his underwear down and off. His pussy was now on full display, sopping wet and dripping. He shivered at the cool air hitting his heated skin.
You gently grabbed Michael's thighs and pushed them open, getting in between his legs. "Fuck, look at that pretty pussy," you coo'ed, leaning down to press a teasing kiss to his clit and making him shiver. He whimpered when your tongue flicked over his clit before sucking it into your mouth. "O-Oh...oh, God..." Michael's hands found the back of your head, pulling you flush against his pussy.
With a moan, you began flicking your tongue all over his pussy, tasting him, tasting the juices he was leaking. Your cock was getting painfully hard in your sweatpants but for now, you wanted to make him feel good first. "Mmh, you like that, don't you?" You whispered against his heat. "Mhm..." Michael hummed, his hands holding the back of your head to encourage you to keep going. "I need words, sweetheart. You like that?" You teased, pulling back from his pussy a little. Michael whined softly. "Y-Yes...I-I like it..." He admitted shyly. "Now go on..."
"What's that?"
"P-Please..."
"Together now, baby..."
"P-Please keep going..."
You grinned, satisfied. "That's my boy," you praised and dived right back in, starting to lick his pussy eagerly, making him gasp and shiver, his grip on your hair tightening. Your mouth and your tongue worked on his wet heat expertly, knowing exactly how he likes it.
But as soon as he was starting to tense up, telling you he was getting close, you pulled back again, making him whine in protest. He tried pulling you back in, but to no avail. "Hey now, be patient," you gently demanded, pulling down your sweatpants and boxers to free your aching cock, which was already leaking precum. Michael's big eyes glazed over with pure lust as he averted his gaze down towards it. He swallowed thickly, licking over his lips.
"Awh, look at you. I can tell you want it so bad," you smiled, kneeling between his legs. "But not yet. You're getting my fingers first." Grabbing the bottle of lube from the bedside drawer, you popped open the cap and squirted a small amount of it onto three of your fingers, knowing Michael's own wetness will do the rest of the job. "Relax for me, sweetheart," your free hand moved to rest on his thigh as your finger circled his hole teasingly before pressing inside slowly.
Michael almost immediately started whimpering and throwing his head back against the pillow, shutting his eyes. You pumped your finger in and out of his wet hole for a while, seeing how easily he's taking it, so you pushed in a second finger to start scissoring them. He tensed up slightly, but ultimately relaxed again, his hands gripping the bedsheets. When you pushed a third finger inside, he whined, already so stimulated from having his pussy licked. "Ngh...oh, please..." He begged needily, bucking his hips. "Shh, you're almost ready for my dick," you shushed him quietly, pumping your three fingers in and out, scissoring them, massaging his walls.
When you felt like he was ready, you removed your fingers, making him whine again at the sudden emptiness. "Shh, be patient now, okay?" You grabbed the lube again and put a little bit on your cock, slathering it all over. "Now, come sit on my lap." You moved to sit on the bed with your back against the headboard, pulling him onto your lap so he's straddling you. "Slow now, don't rush," you instructed, one of your hands grabbing his hip to support him while your other hand grabbed your cock and positioned the tip against his stretched hole.
Slowly, Michael started sinking down on it, his hands holding onto your shoulders. "That's it, baby, that's it," you praised, making him whimper. "Ngh...I-I've waited all day for this..." Michael mewled softly, sinking down further and further until your whole length was buried inside his welcoming heat. You groaned low in your throat, holding his hips. "Me too, sweetheart. Now move, slowly," you encouraged, gently guiding his hips.
Taking the hint, Michael started rocking his hips back and forth, so needy and wet, making you groan. He was already moaning and whimpering, his pussy tight despite stretching him open earlier. His gummy walls were rhythmically clenching and unclenching around your cock from the stimulation.
It didn't take long for Michael to start speeding up his movements, too desperate to wait. "Looks like someone can't wait, huh? What a needy little slut you are," you coo'ed, your grip tightening on his hips. "Come on, give me that pussy..." Michael whined, rocking back and forth, in circles, up and down, quick to get lost in the sensation of your big cock in his tight pussy. "Oh...oh, it feels so good...!" He moaned, louder than before. "Yeah? Make yourself feel good, baby," you purred as your hands roamed over his thighs, his hips and his ass. Of course, Michael didn't need to be told twice, starting to bounce on your cock feverishly, his moans and whimpers getting louder.
"Fuck...good boy," you praised as you watched him bounce, your hips starting to thrust up against his movements, making him cry out in pure bliss. "Ah! Ah! Oh, God!" Michael was quick to turn into an absolute mess, holding onto you with his nails digging into your shoulders, pussy clamping down on your cock, hips working expertly. His curls were sticking to his forehead from sweat, his big eyes glistening with lust. "Look at you, so eager for my dick," you teased with a pleasured moan. "I-It's too good!" Michael was panting and whining like a dog in heat, completely lost in the heat of the moment.
Caught up. Maybe a little too caught up. His movements were fast, needy, desperate. He was completely out of his mind from all the pleasure that he didn't even notice the first few spurts until you spoke. "Baby...oh, sweetheart, look at you, making a mess all over me," you chuckled quietly. Only then did Michael feel it, notice the wetness spreading. Instinctively, he clamped down in an attempt to stop, but he couldn't control himself. He whined in embarrassment. That's never happened before, he's never fucked himself so hard to the point of peeing.
"Shh, it's okay, let it out. Just don't stop moving on me." You grabbed his hips and started guiding him again, making him continue to fuck himself on your cock while continuously spurting pee all over your lap, soaking down into the hotel bedsheets. "I-I...ngh...I-I'm sorry..." Michael whined, but starting rocking his hips on his own again. "Don't you apologize, we can wash the sheets later...plus, it feels good, doesn't it? Keep going," you reassured him, starting to thrust up again, the wetness and skin making loud slapping sounds.
"I-I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum...!" Michael warned, whining, bouncing on your cock as the stream went on. "Me too. You want it inside you? Want me to cream that tight cunt?" You teased, talking dirty like you know he loves so much. "Y-Yes! Yes, please! Please cum in my pussy..." Michael begged, the stream of pee slowly subsiding until it stops, leaving your lap soaked and Michael's pussy even more sensitive. "I'm gonna fill you up so good, baby," you moaned, thrusting up harder.
After a few more deep and hard thrusts, Michael cried out, squirting his juices all over your lap as well, his walls clenching tightly around your cock, which ultimately pushed you over the edge too. You pulled Michael down on your lap and held him there, your cock buried balls deep in his pussy as you emptied yourself all up inside him, filling his womb and making him whine at the warmth.
You stayed like that for a while, both you and Michael riding out your orgasms, coming down from the high before you slowly, gently lifted him off, watching your thick cum leak from his creamy pussy. Michael was shaking and shivering, sensitive and fucked out. "You okay?" You asked, earning a small nod. "Y-You're not mad?" Michael murmured. You shook your head. "It's just pee, baby, we'll clean it up. Now stay here, I'll be right back."
Pulling back the wet sheets before gently laying him down on the bed, you stood up and made your way to the bathroom, holding a soft cloth under warm water. You walked back to the bedroom and sunk down on the bed again, tending to Michael's now swollen, filled pussy, cleaning him up before pulling him into your arms, deciding that you'll clean the sheets tomorrow. For now, you just let him drift off against you.
Omg my first fic on here, I hope y'all enjoyed it! I have two more drafts I'm working on right now, but you can still leave requests if you have any! :) I'm just a little slow in writing lol
omg i'm so happy you're opening requests again! your work and writing keeps this community going <3 i was wondering if you'd be open to posting a part 2 or something of "a daddy's love" ? lol i really enjoyed that fic so much and the dynamic between michael and oc...much to think about. anyway, i'm happy we're mutuals :))
i'm happy to be moots with you too!! you asked and i shall deliver ( ꈍᴗꈍ)
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TAGS: １８＋﹙𝓶𝓭𝓷𝓲 .ᐟ﹚, '84!michael, smut, teasing, kissing, daddy kink, frottage, clothed sex, Unknown Male OC, implied age gap, established relationship, etc etc. . .
status: requested.
w/c: 883 ⊹ ࣪ ˖
author's note - i wasn't planning on a follow up, but i couldn't resist the idea of mike acting like he's in heat over wanting his reward!! he wants to be good so badd, but daddy's teasin' him too much (｡ᵕ ◞ _◟)
y'all will be edged too, short and sweet like part 1!
Daddy pulls both his index and middle finger free from the hot confines of Michael's eager mouth. Both his and the noiret's eyes are locked on the spit-slick digits for a moment, before slowly rising to meet each other's. It's like something passed between them in that moment, a dizzying crackle of shared lust clouding their lungs until they could barely breathe.
Michael starts nosing at his cheeks, eyes squeezed shut and hands gripping onto his shirt like it was the only thing keeping him anchored. "Daddy," Michael mutters. "Daddy, please, I want it, want it so bad─"
The older man can't resist an open-mouthed chuckle when he turns his head just out of reach, allowing Michael's desperate, seeking lips to latch onto his neck. "Yeah? You want it? Poor thing." He uses one arm to hook the younger man's body close. "So pent up, when's the last time you touched yourself?"
Michael looks up from where he'd dipped his head, squinting up slightly at him for a moment to remember. His lips open to release a shaky breath before he can speak again. "Uhm, I don't..." then his lips give way to a pout, "Daddy..." he pulls back to sit up straighter, appearing a mix between confused and impatient.
"Don't start, Michael. Answer me."
"I... don't remember," the noiret splays his hands over Daddy's chest, before he shakes his head to himself, biting his lip.
"You don't remember?" Daddy asks, raising a brow at the other's puzzlement. "Think harder." He taps the young man's forehead twice with his free hand.
"It's been...," Michael pauses, realizing how ridiculous he probably looks, all confused like some clueless fawn. He cracks up, "I'm sorry, I'm havin' a hard time..."
"Yeah, cause all you're thinkin' bout is gettin' dick."
Daddy's unexpected retort makes him burst into even more giggles. The older man watches him laugh with a satisfied smile, before the noiret leans in to lay his head on his chest, exhaling into it. He hugs Daddy around his back. "That's your fault..." He hums to himself, still buzzing with arousal. "It was two weeks ago."
"Ahh," Daddy smiles, satisfied. "See? See how much clearer you can think when you're not cocknotized?"
"Daddy─!" Michael protests his vulgarity, pulling back again. Now it's his turn to laugh, it vibrates from his chest to Michael's, husky and deeply, deeply sensual.
"Did I tell a lie?" Daddy asks, using his hand to cup the back of Michael's neck possessively. Michael swallows again, shifting his hips so that his chest is pressing even further into the older man's sturdy one. "No," the noiret concedes, but his mind has clearly drifted again.
Daddy reaches to grip his hips with both hands again, steadying the younger man in place. "Tell me how much you want me, angel."
"I want you so, so much, Daddy...," Michael's hands can't help but feel the muscles of the other man's arms with wonder in his eyes as he spoke. "It's like I can't do anything but want you."
Daddy combs through his hair, slowly but deliberately, noting the way Michael instinctively relaxes into the touch. "Now tell me how much you missed me."
"I...," Michael has to take a moment, trying to keep his heavy breathing at bay. It doesn't help much, making his words breathless when he spoke. "I missed you a whole lot, Daddy," his wide doe-eyes, full of wanting, locked with Daddy's appearantly calm ones. Though his own want is clearly simmering underneath all that composure. "Missed you so much that I almost touched myself... way too many times, but I know you told me to wait for you. I tried to be good, but I'm not sure if I can take it anymore..." Michael almost kisses him, but he stops himself, adding quietly. "Please daddy... don't be cruel."
"Oh no, baby." Daddy murmurs. "I ain't bein' cruel... you know I just like rilin' you up." He brushes Michael's lips with his thumb, dragging down his bottom lip in particular.
"You want your reward?"
"Mhmm," Michael nods.
"Then take my belt off, angel."
Michael appears stunned for a moment, but quickly, his hands get to work, his fingers deft as they undo the older man's belt buckle. Clink.
"And take me out yourself," Daddy continues. "It's yours, ain't it?"
Michael pauses, his cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red. "Pardon?"
The other man snickers in amusement. "Don't 'pardon' me, you know what I said."
"You're so bad...," Michael resumes, shaking his head to himself with a barely suppressed smile.
"Mm, I know," Daddy's eyes were focused on the way Michael undid his pants without a hint of clumsiness. He's always been good with his hands, this boy. "Ah─!" The older man hisses under his breath, then he smiled again. "...You found it."
Michael's hand gently tugs his thick cock out of his boxers, its already hardened and throbbing in his hold. He looks relieved, undoing his own pants. "... I did."
The older man lets out a shuddering sigh when Michael holds the two of them together, the heat of each other's skin travelled between them with each rub or their slick cock heads against each other. The noiret leans his head back slightly to moan softly into the air.
This idea came to me in a dream…. hopefully you guys see it too ive been having life is strange brainrot for the past week thats why ive been inactive… as always, i have an audio to match the vibe…
quiet male!bodyguard reader x thriller!era michael
— summary: making a babbling mess out of michael while parked somewhere near the venue of an event that he’s supposed to be attending soon.
— contents: sub!michael, car sex, begging, crying, overstim, no use of y/n or “you”: he/him prns, not proofread i literally shat this out at like 4am
a/n: i can’t get enough of mj x bodyguard so here we are… enjoy! (not proofread so there might be mistakes)
yes, fucking the king of pop in the backseat of an undeniably expensive car in a scarcely empty parking lot that was just barley hidden between buildings and directly near a bustling street full of traffic was not the smartest move— especially not for a bodyguard. but in his defense, michael had started it.
the star had thought it was a good idea to tempt him the entire day. lingering glances and touches, quips and remarks that would confuse anyone who wasn’t him. it would’ve seemed subtle to anyone else, but he knew that michael knew full well what he was doing. it was throwing him off his game, and other guards and staff had definitely began to notice throughout the day.
so yeah, pressing michael’s face against the car’s tinted windows while thrusting into him and having him bent over the backseat was absolutely necessary.
“mmh! uh, uh—!”
michael’s mouth fell open as noisy moans and grunts spilled from his lips. his curls bounced in unison with the pace the other had set, his fingers practically digging into michael’s skin with how hard his grip on his hips were.
michael’s fancy jacket was discarded and his shirt underneath was rolled up just enough for perky, glistening nipples to show. earlier, he had been flicking and licking them, reveling in how the sensation was making an impatient and desperately hard michael squirm and whine.
michael’s back arched when his pace quickened. he took one hand away from michael’s hips and used it to trail alongside michael’s back.
“fuck, angel,” he groaned deeply, letting his head fall back in ecstasy. “this is what you wanted that whole time, ain’t it? mh- shit— wanted me to fuck you, huh?”
michael choked on a moan before nodding his head earnestly, biting his lip to hold back yet another sweet noise. the same hand that was trailing along michael back came down to wrap around his dick tightly, causing michael to jerk. a moan punched out of him— a raspy, helpless sound that went straight to the bodyguard’s dick, causing it to twitch inside of michael.
he began to stroke michael up and down, already adding to the overwhelming pleasure of hitting michael’s sweet spot ruthlessly in a rhythmic manner. he can’t see michael’s face from this angle, but he imagined that his eyes were screwed shut, and that his lips were red and bruised from being bitten onto.
“words, baby.” he breathed out with a heavy thrust. “tell me y’wanted me to fuck you.”
“w-wanted— ah, fuck,” michael tried, cut off by his own cries as the speed of the other’s hand increased tenfold. “oh, please, i’m so-” michael wasn’t even sure what he was begging for, his head fuzzy. the only thing he could think about being how much he was feeling right now.
“say it, mike.”
he got heavy panting and a sniffle in response. “I wanted you.. mh— needed you t’fuck me..”
hearing michael’s words, a grin pulled at his lips. “..walkin’ around teasing me,” he whispered, his voice drowning in the wet sounds of the sloppy thrusts and the sound of him pumping michael’s dick; slick with precum. “all cause’ you wanted to be bent over like a slut.”
tears coated michael’s lashes and some escape, trailing down flushed cheeks. he gasps, “c-cum— ah! shit, i’m gonna-“
michael jerked as white spurts of cum shoot out from his twitching dick. the bodyguard paused his thrusts, clenching his jaw once michael tightened around him. he didn’t want to cum yet. he wasn’t no where done with michael yet. michael’s mess painted the leather seats below them, and the guard makes a mental reminder that he’d have to clean this up right away after they’re done.
taking advantage of michael’s currently weakened body, he hoisted him up without pulling out, into a sitting position and adjusted his own position to ensure that michael was completely and comfortably in his lap.
michael’s chest rose and fell as he tried to catch his breath. the other’s hand raked up his stomach, causing michael to shiver. his fingers hiked up until they came into contact with michael’s nipples, and he lightly twisted one bud.
michael mewled, cursing under his breath.
with a small laugh, he placed his hands on michael’s hips once again. michael wasn’t particularly heavy by any means, so he easily lifted him up before plummeting him back down onto his dick. michael keened, his hands scrabbling to grab onto something, to no avail.
“gh! t-too much!” his noises intensified once the other showed no sign of slowing down. “f-fu—please, I’m sensitive-“
“take it.” he demanded, voice tight and dark with restraint. michael was lucky that he wasn’t bending him over through an open window and pounding ‘till he was drooling and covering in cum.
michael’s dick gradually hardened again and bounced with the momentum of the thrusts. precum pooled up and spilled onto michael’s stomach along with a bit of the mess he made beforehand.
michael let his head fall back onto his bodyguard’s shoulder, curls falling out of his eyes. he glanced towards michael, capturing his heated gaze.
“god, you’re so pretty.” he gnarled. michael’s skin was damp with sweat and his flushed face wet from tears, his captivating eyes glistening. saliva collected from his mouth spilled down his chin, and his eyebrows were pinched up in overwhelming bliss. his bottom lip was bruised from his failed attempts to silence his cries. another sob punched out of him, his sensitivity actively bringing him to a quicker climax.
incoherent words flew from michael’s tongue. his eyes, lidded, and lashes fluttering, seemed to struggle to remain open.
“-w-wanna— oh, p-please, baby.” michael begged, the words coming out in helpless sobs as tears ran down his cheeks. the sight of michael — the man who people idolized and pictured as untouchable — rendered to such a state was too much for the bodyguard to handle. his pace became frantic as he chased his own climax as well as michael’s.
a long, throaty groan emitted from him, “let go f’me, angel.” he said tightly as he stilled his hands, pinning michael down on his dick as he threw his head back, filling the star up.
michael reached his limit as well, tensing up with a loud wail. a slick noise accompanied michael’s whimpers as the other used his hand to jerk him off though his orgasm, milking him throughly until he slumped back against him weakly.
heavy breaths filled the car, and he lifted his wrist to check the time on his watch.
he groaned heavy, “we gotta get you to that event.” he said, ignoring the way something close to irritation built up in his chest. after this, he wanted nothing more than to smother michael is kisses and make him feel relaxed.
michael doesn’t answer, his chest heaving up and down. when the bodyguard glanced towards his face, michael’s eyes were closed.
Contents: Boy pussy, sub!Michael, Cunnilingus, Fingering, M!reader, SEVEN?? orgasms, squirting, creaming, crying, Dom!reader, slapping nipples?, Name calling, established relationship, MLM, light scratching, fluff, praise, pet names, body description, mentions of vitiligo, pubic hair/bush, use of Y/N, daddy kink, suckin dick 👅, swallowing cum, lowkey puppy play?, clitslapping
Slightly reread? Kinda? Idk fuck you just read it
“Lost in thought I see.” You turned your head up to see Michael, turned around picking up something off his vanity “You’re doing that face you do when you’re thinking.” He said as he turned around— his pretty lashes fluttered as a smile spread across his face
“Well..” the perfumes on his vanity clatter as he organized them “what is it?” He looks over briefly this time
He was wearing a blue shirt and grey shorts, his skin glistening slightly from the moisturizer he used
“You just look so handsome right now” you said— sitting on the corner of his bed
The white poofy blanket wrinkled beneath you “could you just… come here?” You reached out to him
He turned around and sank into your embrace, sitting on your lap and straddling you
“What’s so pretty about me?” He questions and runs his thumb across your cheek
“Everything, angel” you traced his jaw with your fingers running gently against it
“your eyes are beautiful, your lips are so pretty—“ you pecked his lips
You continued to compliment him, kissing him with each compliment lovingly
“Your voice is music to my ears” you kissed the corner of his mouth and held him tighter
“I love it when you show me the new things you’ve learned” a kiss was delivered to his forehead
“That tickles” he squealed and squirms
“Oh, does it?” You stood up, carrying his weight— you turned around and laid him on the bed
His shirt flew up a bit, revealing little light splotches scattered across tummy along with little hairs around his bellybutton trailing into his pants
He grinned sluggishly, he was still kind of sleepy but he made time for you, his boyfriend..
“Mm, I love the way you smell” you said with your face buried into the side of his neck and inhaling his lavenderish mint scent
You pressed a kiss against the light speckle of skin on his neck
“Just let me stay here forever” You smiled before peppering his collarbone and neck in kisses
You can hear his heart speeding up, his breath hitches with each kiss along his neck and jaw
“God..you’ve got me all hot now” he pushed you off of him slightly “but we gotta go to bed, it’s already two..!” He giggles
“Mmh… come on, mikey.. just let me try..” you attempt to pull his grey shorts down
“Wait..!” He scrambled trying to pull them back up. You caught a glimpse of a bundle of little noir curls on his pelvis , your eyes twinkled at the sight before he hid it
“I Don’t wanna be late, daddy…” he laughed and brushed his fingers through your hair, trying to distract you
.. he was rejecting you because he didn’t want you to see his bush— he didn’t bother to shave because he didn’t think the two of you would get it on that night and also he wasn’t very motivated to shave it. What he didn’t know was that you were a fein for his pussy, hair or no hair it didn’t matter. (⸝⸝ᵕᴗᵕ⸝⸝)
“You’re hiding something.” You squinted before grabbing at the waistband of his shorts
“Hey..! W-wait!” He struggled to hold his pants up while you tugged at them roughly
Soon the shorts slid down, Michael’s hands went to cover his eyes “I’m sorry..”
You sat back staring in awe, you reached over to try and touch it but he swats your hand away
“No touching!.. it’s.. gross..” he says shyly, still contemplating if this is wrong or not
Michael never let his bush grow out, you never presented the idea to him but you always thought about it
“Aw cmon pleaseee” you begged as he pulled his shorts back on hurriedly “No! It’s not right..” he looked away blushing, how could his boyfriend be such a horny maniac? Trying to touch him when he’s unshaven?!
“Fine, if you’re gonna be stubborn can we just kiss one last time..?”
Michael sighed “okay, just make it quick.” and kissed you
It’s already been a few minutes, one kiss became more— soon, you already had your knee between Michael’s legs, nudging him gently
He rubbed his heat against your clothed knee, you can see the wet stain forming on the light grey fabric
“You’re not cumming already, are you?” You teased “after all.. you said we don’t have time for this.” You slid you knee away and rolled over to your side of the bed
“W-what..!? Wait we were just—“ you shushed him before he could finish his sentence
“Mhmmm, I’m tired..” you put your arms behind your head and laid back on the white plush pillows below you
“Pleaseee daddy… I’m so horny” he begged and climbed onto you and rocked his hips against you gently
“Nope, I’m sleeping” you smirked with your eyes closed
“Y/N, I’m not joking..!” Michael grabbed your shirt and pulled at it, shaking you awake “please.. I- I’ll let you ..lick it.” He murmurers and pouts
“Hm.. you sure you can handle this?” Your hands slide under his blue sweater and your palms rest on his waist— his skin is hot and buzzing, he’s giving you that needy look he always gives you when he wants something
He nods
“You’re not gonna hide anything from daddy anymore right?” You arch your brow at him
“Yes..— just give me all of it.” He whimpered and leaned down into your embrace and smoosh his soft plush lips against yours
You sloppily slid his shorts off, exposing his bare ass to cold air
Sloppy wet sounds of your tongues sliding against each other echoed in your ears, his body felt so hot, his head clouded with lust
You massaged his ass cheeks slowly, spreading them slightly every now and then
Your hands would slide a little lower and swipe over his pussy before going back to his ass cheeks
His cunt was sopping wet for you after all the teasing you’ve done to him, he wanted it now.
“Hmm? Not so shy now, are you?” You laughed
“Ngh.. daddy, fuck me.. I need it” he whines— desperate for your touch, desperate to be pleased by you
“What’s the magic word? ” You coo’d before smacking his ass and making him yelp before rubbing the sting soothingly
“Ah!— please..” his eyes hazed with despair, he just wanted you to stop holding back, he wants you to destroy him
“Now say it together.”
He hesitates “Please…fuck me, daddy.. I need it.” He wished he could swallow his words right then and there — acting a fool in front of you just to get fucked..
You didn’t hesitate, you quickly flipped him over onto his back— his shorts were now lying somewhere on the hardwood floor
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.
Your tongue licked over his wet heat, collecting all the sap before circling his pearl and sucking it gently
You alternate between sucking and kissing his clit, his pussy spasmed around your mouth
“Mmfghh… daddy.. you’re licking me soo..goooddd….” His words were dragged out and breathless
Your fingers traced his hip bones and belly button gently, his skin was soft and warm. He felt your thumbs digging into his waist and pulling him against your mouth
He felt like you’d eat him alive— your tongue attacking his cunt and slicing through him every time he throbbed
Your lips left his clit with a pop “Mhmmm, you like that, angel?” You hummed “being a good boy for daddy and letting him taste you?” You panted. He whimpered at the praise, he loved being called a good boy and you knew it drove him crazy
You flicked your tongue against his puffy clit and teased it before sucking it again
“fuck!.. I’m —cumming..!” His muscles tensed up and his back arched, his fingers dug into the cold bed covers below him— his arousal oozed out his cunt while his walls clamped around nothing. It was harder to not cum when you had his legs spread open, he was embarrassed at the compromising position
“Soooo sensitive.” You teased and rubbed his clit with your index finger, admiring the view in front of you
Your other hand rested on his curly little bush, brushing it a little but not too much.
“D-daddy! I can’t do it anymore..! Can’t..—mmmfghh fuck!” At a desperate attempt to save himself from another orgasm he tries to move your hand by grabbing your wrist
His grip was strong but not stronger than your thirst
“None of that, baby.. you asked me to go give it all to you, don’t you remember?”
His grip released to hide his face with his hands “this is so embarrassing..— please.. don’t look at it..”
“Aww, but i love it..” you nuzzled your head against his thigh and kissed it.
You rubbed his pretty little bud with two fingers— massaging it in slow circles before sliding down to shove them into his aching cunt
You can hear him hyperventilating above while you were watching the scene in front of you
“Oh! ..god..” he sobbed, his lip quivered and he bit his nails— he tried his best to keep his hands to himself because he knew you hated it when he tried to interfere.
Soft squelching sounds and Michael’s whimpers and sighs filled the room
“I’m C—cumming..” his brows were tightly knit together, his pretty lashes fluttered as his eyes rolled to the back of his head
You fingered him through his orgasm— your fingers plunging into his cunt and back out to rub his clit
you overwhelmed him once again, you started keeping count of his orgasms because you knew you weren’t stopping anytime soon.
“Enough..! I’m gonna—..! Please wai— Fuck!” He came all over your fingers uncontrollably, the liquid leaked down your fingers
“Squirting already?” You chuckled “so easy for me, mikey”
You’ve had enough, you rose up and pulled your own pants down revealing your hard twitching cock
Michael was practically salivating at it, his eyes locked onto the tip of it, you already knew what he was thinking
“What? You want this” you held your own dick from the base and teased
He nodded eagerly and bit his lip
“Mhm, come get it baby..”
He sat up to crawl towards you— your hand brushed against his jaw when he got close pulling him closer
Michael’s hands wrapped around your length, he flattened his wet pink tongue on the underside of your shaft and licked the tip before putting it in his mouth halfway
His speckled knuckles tensed up as his palms were massaging your shaft— squeezing and twisting slightly like he was milking your cock while his mouth worked on the tip, sucking and slurping like a slut
“Fuck— Michael..” you groaned. You could feel his lips sliding up and down slowly, his tongue swirling around it every few seconds, an occasional slurping sound coming from him
“Such a good boy.” You praised, pushing his head all the way down on your cock
He hummed on your cock, his head bobbing up and down on it— he enjoyed every bit of it
a violent shudder ripped through your entire body as you came, his mouth was full of your seed
“Lemme see..” you pulled him off your cock, he whined as you pulled his mouth back open to check if he swallowed
“So good, Michael.. I think you need a treat” you pushed him onto his back and gently lifted his legs, pressing them on his chest prompting him to hold them up with his own arms
You slapped the tip of your dick on his pussy, it made a wet smack sound
“In… please…” he whined and bit his lip nervously, he wants it so bad .. just give it to him, would you?
You didn’t waste any time before sliding your length into his wet cunt, you struggled slightly but he eventually adjusted to you
He squirmed below you when the whole of you slid into him, your strokes were slow but intense
Your thumb nudged his clit and rubbed it in little circles, his fat little clit all wet and slimy from when you ate him out
“Ungh… faster…” he demands “don’t be gentle!” You do as he says— your thrusts become sloppy and rough, hitting that spongy spot in him, he writhes below you struggling to hold his legs up
“Mess me up so hard I cry…” he whispers
You remove your thumb from his clit and hold his legs up for him
“Only daddy does this for you” you grunt between your thrusts “you don’t let any other man do this for you, got it?” You slammed hard when you said that causing him to gasp
“Fuck! ..Yes daddy!” Michael promised “I’m— only — yours!” He yelped shaky and weak, you stared at his cunt coating your dick with a light coloured cream
“So good, Mikey ..taking daddy like a good boy…” you hunched over him to get your last few thrusts in before filling him up with your cum
You can feel his walls fluttering around you swallowing you deeper, desperate for pleasure, begging for your seed
He cried and muttered your name as you pumped in him— the white liquid getting onto the base of your cock every time you bottomed out
His hands grew clammy as he grasped at the sheets trying to contain the pleasure thundering through him, a tight coil snapped in his tummy before his walls closed in on you trying to stop you from pulling out, he pulsed on you and cried
“need… more…” he attempted to reach up but his body was too weak, he couldn’t catch his breath with you bullying your cock onto his cervix and bruising it
He had drool leaking from the corner of his mouth
“You’re so fucking sexy” you rasped, the sounds of plapping between your sharp breaths and moans was music to your ears, he moaned with each one of your ruthless pounds into his pussy
You leaned down to lick the drool from the corner of his mouth
He grit his teeth together, his body instinctively trying its best to hold back another orgasm
“Cum for me, baby.. don’t hold it in.. let it out..” you eased him and let your palm rest on his tummy
His mind was fuzzy “M’sorry, M’sorry, M’sorry” he chanted as he came, he spilt all over you— getting the bed below you two damp, you hammered your cock into him as he came making him even more overwhelmed, by this time his body went limp.
You finally pulled out of his pussy, your combined liquids oozed out if his pretty hole
“Look at the mess we made” you chuckled and tapped his thigh, he struggled to sit up
“Oh gosh..” he said and bit his nails “I’m sorry.. I didn’t know I’d make that much..”
“No, no .. Let me clean it.” he almost stopped you from going down on him, “wasn’t it enough sex?” He thought, he was far too sensitive to do it again…
.
A few minutes later he had his legs over your shoulders as your tongue flattened over his pussy, slurping up all the nectar he left for you
speaking wasn’t a thing to him anymore he was only able to cry and moan.
You pulled off his clit that you were previously sucking on “This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” You delve back in
“Mmmmn—! Can’t— take it..!” He babbled and fisted your hair, you pleased him so good he could almost rip the hair out your fucking head. A pooling feeling lingers in him, he can feel it
“Stop..! I- I’m gonna..” he cuts himself off with his own sobs and moans
He gushes all over your face, you drink all of his juice up like a hungry animal drinking the blood of its prey
“Mmm..” you wipe your mouth with your arm like you finished a feast, Michael looked to you before speaking
“Let me make you feel good.. too” he says. He shakily climbs onto you and forces you to sit back
He gives your dick a few strokes before easing himself onto it— his warm silky walls hug your cock like a swords sheath
“Aren’t you tired, Mike?” You smiled
Usually Michael let you take the lead but this time he decided to repay you and let you finally relax while he went to work on you
Your back rested on the plush white bed covers as he bounced on your cock, he got sloppier and sloppier with each bounce— his thighs would tense up as pleasure tore through him, he was too sensitive, he was practically orgasming just from it brushing against the outside of his cunt
You dug your fingers into his hips and slammed him down on your cock, he tried to push himself back up while tears welled up in his eyes “oh.. fuck…!” His lip quivers as you rock your hips to hook into him with your cock— the tip of your dick probed his g-spot every time triggering him to shudder and cry with each unforgiving pump and smack
“Mmmf, yeah.. take it.. like the good bitch you are” you raise your hand and slapped his nipple— making it harden and tense up
“Ungh!.. harder!” He begs as he uses you like a human dildo, he slammed himself onto you like there was no tomorrow
“Yeah, you fucking like that? You like it when daddy’s rough with you?” You smack his other nipple
You continue to batter his speckled chest with smacks until it was slightly bruised, with each slap his breaths got heavier and slower. His face twisted and his mouth hung open as he orgasmed, he went numb and milked your cock— his mind was blank and his body moved on its own, chasing pleasure and fulfilling his desire
A shattering pleasure strikes through you, your hands grip onto his hips for stability as he rode your dick
His curls were sticking to his forehead, his eyes were shut and his brows were arched and knit tightly together— his mouth stayed open and drool dripped down onto his chin
“Such a good fucking mutt” you grunt as you came, his pussy was overworked but you knew you could rip one more orgasm out of him
You pulled your dick out his leaking worn out pussy and got on top to line yourself up with his Ass hole
“W-what are you doing—” you shushed him .. “Just trust me, I know what your body wants.. don’t think.. just feel.” You comforted him before pressing the tip of your wet dick against his hole, you slowly moved yourself into his warmth
His breath hitched and his stomach muscles tensed up, he rests his hands on your chest just to feel closer to you
“Just relax.” You eased, you slowly stroke into him— his nails claw at your chest as he bit his lip,you stared at his pussy as he you pumped into his ass, the muscled contracted and his clit twitched with each thrust
you took the opportunity rub his pussy— you quickly rubbed his clit, abusing the little bundle of nerves and plunged your fingers into his cunt giving it a few small pumps before rubbing his clit again
“Mfffhhh… daddyyyy…! Quit it….!” He wailed at the unbearable pleasure, he prayed you’d get tired because he couldn’t keep up with you
“You telling me what to do?”
“No…no..! Wait!” He whimpers
SMACK!
A loud smack sound echoed through the room, Michael weeps— His clit is red and swollen now, the wetness makes the sting more powerful
SMACK!
“What did I say about telling me what to do?” You growled while drilling into his asshole
“Immm— sorryyyy..!” He mewled, the headboard banged against the wall with your rough thrusts
You slip your fingers into his pulsating cunt and plug him up, his walls clamp around your fingers
“You gonna listen to daddy?” You said as you curled your finger up to hit his g-spot while still ramming yourself in his hole
“God—! Yes daddy!” he moans
“Then be a good boy and cum for me.” You added. Your words pushed him to let out another orgasm, he sprayed all over your fingers and his velvety walls clamped on your cock
You watched his pretty pussy throb and squirt in front of you, even after you pulled out he’s was still going.
“Nghhh…. Fucckkkkkk!” He grabs the headboard for support, the sheets below you two are soaked in Michael’s juices..
“I didn’t even know I could make that much..” he says, his arms quiver and his body’s sore.. you just ripped seven orgasms out of him..
The clock reads “4:00 AM”
“Guess you’re gonna be late tomorrow” you kiss his forehead before laying next to him. He was drenched, tired and seriously had enough of you
“Just ..shut up” he says with a smile, he was too tired to get up and clean himself .. just leave it for tomorrow morning to deal with.
otw era michael reasoning that sureeeely it doesn’t count as pre-marital sex to just.. frot and grind against you.. and well the bible doesn’t say nothing against handjobs. and i mean it barely qualifies as sex if it’s…. just the tip right? 👀👀👀
bad era Michael so desperate to pee and getting denied the bathroom by his boyfriend until he wets himself🤤his boyfriend praises him and rewards him by letting him ride his cock🤤
YES EDGE HIM IN ALL WAYSSS i think the mere thought of michael losing himself to the point of peeing + the embarrassment that follows after is just sooo 🤤 y'all are some freaks fr! he'd be so desperate to ride after :(( poor thing just happy to make his boyfie happy! the thrill and satisfaction from peeing after holding it in would trigger another need to cum! and so he would be EDGED once again! boyfie would be like "no cumming yet" and he would whineeeeeeeee but be a good boy
also it took me a while to respond to this because i was laughing so fucking hard at you saying "bad era" like i get it but did this fantasy really need to be for bad era i mean otw or mature era could also hold in his pee right i'm sorry i was just PISSING laughing...so to speak
𝘊𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵: alternate universe, ambiguous relationship, a lil suggestive, some angst, very short… but not very sweet ;’(, open ending
a/n: blade 1998 is like one of my favorite movies of all time so naturally i had to do this 🧘🏽♀️ please enjoy! <3
lace dividers by @cursed-carmine
The room smells like roses, the scent perfumed in every corner and crevice. Perhaps Michael had overdone it, but that's his niche. He's always been one for theatrics. His undead heart sits cold and unmoving in his chest and he almost wants to place a hand to it, to try and hope and feel for something, just something.
But he knows it's a feeble attempt, nothing would be felt. No thump or beat, nothing.
So, Michael swallows down the tears and continues to make his place presentable. He's having a guest over, one that makes him giddy with excitement and a rush of something he can't put his finger on.
The corset cinching his waist is tight and Michael can barely breathe but that's simply the price he must pay—even if Eric says it's unnecessary and masochistic.
He blushes at the dhampir's words that echo in his mind like a heavy church bell.
His arms are covered in lace sleeves, separate from the corset, slightly darker in color. He wears simple slacks to top it off, his favorite. It's nothing spectacular, but it'll do.
He rents this room until he can get back fully on his feet. It certainly doesn't help that Eric has him tethered here unknowingly. His presence is like the scent of blood; captivating and alluring.
Michael is no vixen but he certainly likes to try and play the part around Eric.
And then there's a knock: three heavy wraps of a fist against the metal and Michael can feel himself start to tremble. From fear? Excitement? He isn't sure anymore. The amalgamation of emotions that gathers within him at the thought of Eric is almost always too much for him to bear.
Hurriedly, he unlocks the door and opens it just slightly, peeking out to see Eric, standing there, almost completely still, his sunglasses shielding his gaze.
"Eric," he breathes out.
Eric says nothing, only shifts slightly where he stands.
Michael swallows. "Come in." he mumbles, opening the door and watching the man trek inside, immediately shrugging off his gear and sword and placing it in the usual corner.
He's polite and has courtesy… in his own way.
"I made tea! If you want any, of course." Michael gestures over to the small table lowered to the ground with a kettle and two cups ready.
He almost forgets about his outfit, shivering as Eric eyes him up and down.
"What's this?" Eric gestures to the corset before crossing his arms.
Now Michael feels embarrassed, hugging himself to try and shield himself. "I was feeling bold, I guess. Don't worry 'bout it."
But then Eric is stepping closer, footsteps heavy and nearly foreboding. Michael has to crane his neck up to see the man.
They stare at each other.
Eric, even through his shades, is assessing Michael, trying to figure him out and Michael has to try not to bite his lip.
Fingers brush his side. Eric looks unsure. "Keep it." he says simply before leaning down, their noses bumping, lips a whisper away from one another, Michael knows despite how tiny his fangs are, they're now visible from this angle.
"Keep up this little act and you're not gonna like what comes next," Eric says lowly, tracing up Michael's spine before moving his fingers around to his chest, placing his palm flat against the skin and Michael is again reminded of what he so desperately misses.
"Or maybe you will."
And Eric is walking to the table, leaving Michael wide-eyed.
