A small degrading blurb where michael has reader tied up and calls her pathetic 😏
jumped on this so fast omg
WC: 450
Pairing: Michael Langdon x Fem!Reader
"Look at how disgusting you are right now,“ Michael sneers over you, circling you with his hands behind his back. You sit on your knees, they ache from yesterday’s bruises. Mascara tears dot your cheeks, hands tied behind your back, and lips swollen from pleasing him for hours. You can’t see yourself, but you know he’s right. "And you know what happens to dirty whores.”
He stops circling you to stand in front of you, his erection still prominent in his tight dress pants. Just seeing his bulge makes your mouth water, almost like you’re programmed to satisfy him. “Can I taste it?” your throat croaks from being assaulted by Langdon’s huge cock all night. “Just a little more cum,” you beg.
“Just a little more cum, hmm?” Michael imitates your whiny tone. He grabs a hold of the back of your head and shoves your face into his crotch. “Since when were you allowed to speak?” he asks through gritted teeth.
You part your lips, feeling the outline of his hard dick against your mouth. You lick his pants, slobbering on the expensive material. He can see you unravelling, silently begging for him. Michael pulls a chunk of your hair back so you’re looking up at him. He leans down and, without warning, spits in your face. You flinch, shutting your eyes and feeling the saliva drip down your face. When you open your eyes, it hangs off of your eyelashes. You know you should be disgusted by his treatment, but his cunning smile beaming at you turns you on even more. “Open your mouth,” he orders.
You follow his commands and open your mouth wide for him, tilting your head back. He continues to grip your hair when he spits in your mouth, his saliva slaps your tongue when he spits again. You swallow his spit, drinking down everything he sputters into you. Michael leans down and hovers his face over yours, his soft lips barely grazing yours. “Such a dirty girl for me,” he whispers, “you’re so fucking pathetic.“
His nose brushes against yours when he crouches down to give you a kiss, his hand firmly grasps the back of your head. He sucks your lips, making them swell up even more, and biting hard enough to draw blood when he parts from you. You taste the bead of blood on your bottom lip. His light blue eyes study you, they stare at you in lust and revulsion. He licks his lips and stands, towering over you again. “Are you ready for round two?"
