Caught - Michael Langdon x Reader
this was meant to be a quick blurb i was going to post a few days but of course i took forever so here it finally is.
warning: smut, female masturbation / guided masturbation, daddy kink, hardly any plot because this was just entirely self indulgent
“What are you doing?” Michael’s voice pulled you out of your thoughts, making you jump in surprise and quickly pull the blankets over your half naked body. You had been laying on the bed with your bare legs spread, fingers dipping into yourself as you thought about the man who was now standing in front of you. Your cheeks had never been hotter.
You searched beneath the blanket for your discarded underwear, quickly slipping them on and sitting up, completely flustered. Michael nonchalantly leaned on the door frame, one of his legs crossed in front of the other with his brow raised in amusement.
“You act as if I’ve never seen you naked,” he said smoothly as he took slow strides over to where you sat on the bed, still breathless and your whole body on fire from embarrassment. He had seen you naked but had never caught you in the act like that before.
He sat down on the side of the bed, pulling the blanket off without much resistance from you. You knew that you would never win against him and were always so quick to give in.
Reaching out and grabbing your ankle gently, he guided your leg to drape over his lap. You were practically frozen as you watched him slowly run his hand up and down your calf.
“I hope you were thinking of me,” he said, looking up at you expectantly. There was no one else you would dream to think of besides Michael and he knew it.
You shyly nodded your head, dropping your eyes down to watch his hand that was still traveling along your leg, squirming a little under his touch.
“Speak up,” he said, his hand giving your leg a squeeze and making you jump slightly.
“I was thinking of you,” you affirmed, nodding your head eagerly and a smug smile appeared on his face.
“Of course you were,” he said as he moved onto the bed, gently grabbing beneath your knees and pulling you further down the bed so that you would lay down. He made himself comfortable between your legs, glancing up at you before his eyes hungrily took in the few in front of him.
Your chest was already quickly rising and falling, goosebumps covering your soft skin as he dragged a finger up the inside of your thigh and watched as you trembled. Before he had come into the room, you were so close to your orgasm so you knew that his touches were going to drive you crazy.
“Show me what you were doing,” he said, his fingers grazing over the band of your underwear and you fought back the urge to lift your hips.
“No,” you pouted, shaking your head and trying to sit up, not wanting to be embarrassed anymore by him. He knew that he could make you flustered and you had seen in the past that it always turned him on to see you nervously stuttering and trembling because of him.
You couldn’t get far before he grabbed your hips, his fingers digging into your supple skin as he stopped you from moving away. Dropping your head down against the pillows in defeat, you let out a huff. You really weren’t going to win.
“You thought I’d let you off that easy?” he asked, letting go of your hips and running his hands back down to your thighs. “Silly girl.”
“Can’t we just drop it?” you whined, a shiver running through your body when he leaned down, planting a few wet kisses on the inside of your thigh.
“You don’t look like you want to drop it,” he said teasingly, running his fingertip over the wet spot on your underwear, his tongue poking out and wetting his bottom lip. You quickly reached down, grabbing his hand and whimpering a “please”, trying to get him to stop. There was no way he was going to make this easy for you.
“Aw, does the poor baby not want to finish what she started because she’s embarrassed?” he teasingly mocked, looking up at you with a tilted head as he mindlessly grazed his finger up and down your underwear. You bit down on your lip, suppressing the whimper that you knew he was trying to earn.
“N-no,” you stuttered, groaning at yourself for not being able to properly get one single word out without showing him how he was already affecting you.
“Give me your hand then,” he looked up at you expectantly, raising a brow at you. You tried to glare at him, but everything in you turned to complete mush whenever he looked at you like that - or at all. You reluctantly held out your hand for him.
He grabbed your hand in his larger one, guiding it down between your legs after gently kissing your knuckles.
“Show me how you play, kitten,” he said lowly, letting go of your hand and watching as you shakily started to circle one of your fingers around your clit through the thin cotton material. You could already feel your face heating up as he watched you from between your legs, reaching for his pillow and hiding your face in it.
“No,” he said, grabbing your hand and stilling your work against your clit. “I want to see what you look like and to hear all of those pretty sounds you make when I’m not around.”
You pulled the pillow away, pouting down at him and drawing your eyes up to the ceiling as you started to move your finger again. Michael leaned down, starting to pepper kisses along your thighs as he softly hummed in approval at your obedient behavior.
It didn’t take you long to start squirming, your fingers teasing your clit through your underwear. Michael watched your fingers work their circular motions, glancing up at you to see your eyes softly fluttering and your lips parting as you silently moaned.
He reached up, pressing his thumb against your entrance through the soaked fabric and smirked as you gasped in surprise. Although he wanted you to give him a show, he couldn’t resist the urge of leaning in and dragging his tongue flatly against the fabric covering your core. He could barely taste you, just loving the feeling of you beneath his tongue. Drawing a soft moan from you, he ran his tongue over you a few more times until your underwear was soaked from both your wetness and his saliva.
When he pulled away, you eagerly pushed your underwear to the side and dipped your fingers into your wetness, your slick fingers rubbing your clit. Michael’s mouth was watering as he watched you, unable to pull his eyes away from your fingers and your exposed core.
“You always get so wet for me,” he said lowly, his hands running up and down your thighs again to occupy them since he wanted you to be the one doing the touching.
You moaned out a soft “mhm”, starting to breathe a little heavier as you felt the pleasure building up in you, your thighs tensing. Michael watched you closely, making sure that you didn’t get too caught up just yet.
“I want to see what you were doing when I walked in. You looked so pretty with your fingers fucking yourself like that,” he said, making you blush as you remembered the whole reason you were in this situation in the first place. After gently teasing your entrance, you sunk a finger into yourself with an obscene, wet sound.
“D-Daddy,” you whimpered, your hips lifting into your own touch as you curled your finger, trying to find the spot inside you even though you could never reach it like he could.
“I know you can take another one. Show Daddy how much you can handle, kitten,” he said as he watched, ducking his head down and leaving a wet kiss to your already trembling thigh.
“No, I want you,” you whined, grabbing his hand with your free one and trying to lead it between your thighs. He quickly ripped his hand from your grip, tsking at you and shaking his head.
“You were doing fine without me before. Nobody likes a greedy girl,” he chided, giving your thighs a squeeze, signaling for you to keep going. You let out a reluctant sigh, relaxing into the mattress and letting your head drop back into the pillows. Easing another finger into yourself, you let out a soft moan at the slight stretch even though you just wanted more. You wanted Michael.
“Good girl,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh, as close to your fingers as he can get, and gently nipping at the sensitive skin. Reaching up, he pushed your shirt up your chest and revealed your breasts to him, the cool air giving you goosebumps and making your nipples harden. You had gotten past your initial shyness, just wanting to let him do whatever he pleased even if that meant completely stripping you of all of your clothes while he was still fully dressed.
The sound of your fingers pumping in and out of you and your increasingly heavy breathing filled the room, all of it being music to Michael’s ears. As much as he wanted to touch you, he enjoyed watching you get off in front of him to the thought of his own fingers.
“Another finger,” he demanded softly as one of his hands ran up and down your exposed torso, making it harder to breathe since you just craved that touch between your thighs. But, you did as he said and added a third finger, a moan falling from your lips as you sunk them in.
“Find that little spot in you that always makes you whimper,” he said, biting his lip as he watched you try to curl your messy fingers. You finally found it and he silently prided himself in knowing your reaction perfectly as you whimpered his name.
Reaching out with your free hand, you tightly grabbed his shoulder and dug your fingers into his skin, your back arching as you kept curling and pumping your fingers. Michael gently grabbed your wrist, beginning to press kisses to all of your fingers as he watched you.
“I know how vocal you can get so let me hear you, baby,” he said, still covering your hand in kisses as you let your lips fall open, breathlessly moaning his name. With each curl of your fingers, you chanted out a weak moan and couldn’t help but squirm at the pleasure running through you.
Pressing a kiss to your fingertip, Michael guided your other hand down to your clit, making you whimper because you knew what he meant for you to do. The feelings from your one hand were already overwhelming you.
“Daddy just wants to see his pretty girl cum for him, can you do that?” he asked, his eyes raking over your bare body that was on display for him. You breathlessly nodded, your free hand starting to rub your clit in the same rhythm of your fingers.
“Answer me,” he said firmly, making you whimper at his tone, a wave of pleasure rocking through your body at his demands.
“I-I can cum for you, Daddy,” you panted out, nearly getting cut off by a moan as you felt the tension building in your lower stomach. Michael watched hungrily as your thighs shook, your back arched off the mattress and your pumping fingers caused an obscenely wet sound.
Michael kept littering kisses along your trembling thighs, mumbling soft praises and encouragements which you could hardly focus on as you reached your orgasm, the sound of his voice simply being enough for you. You desperately pumped your fingers into yourself, letting out a long moan as your mind fogged up and all you could think about was how good it felt and the man between your legs watching you.
You were pushed over the edge, gasping and whimpering Michael’s name over and over, trying to squeeze your legs together. He quickly grabbed your thighs tightly, holding them open as he watched you squirm as the pleasure raked through you in intense waves. You pumped your fingers through your orgasm until you came down, completely breathless and laying limp on the mattress.
“You did amazing, kitten,” he praised, kissing up your thigh and nipped at your skin, making you squirm from your body being overly sensitive. Lifting your head, you tiredly looked down at him as you tried to regain your breath, holding your wet, messy fingers out to him.
Michael gently grabbed your hand, wrapping his lips around your small fingers and running his warm tongue over them, collecting the taste of you. He quietly hummed against your fingers, drawing them out of his mouth and dragging his tongue along them one more time to make sure he didn’t miss anything.
“Such a sweet girl,” he nearly moaned out, pressing a kiss to your palm before moving up your body, one of his arms supporting himself as his other hand gently pushed the damp hair off of your face. You could hardly muster the energy to say anything, just tiredly reaching up to wrap your arms around his neck and parting your lips, inviting his in for a kiss.
He pressed his mouth to yours, instantly kissing you deeply and your tongue met his, faintly tasting yourself. You moaned into the kiss as you felt him lower his hips against your bare core, his erection pressing against you through his pants.
“Please,” you mumbled against his lips, helplessly rutting your hips up. You had been craving the feeling of him roughly fucking into you for what felt like hours now.
“You didn’t get enough already?” he asked, already knowing the answer to his question as you softly whimpered, shaking your head.
“So desperate for Daddy’s cock, but I guess you earned it since you put on such a pretty show,” he mumbled in your ear as he began to rock his hips against yours. You were ready to get utterly destroyed and the thought made you squirm.
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