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ᛝ ┊ 𝞋𝞎 ﹒ mature / invincible era ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ
ᛝ ┊ 𝞋𝞎 ﹒ context : michael doesnt like your bratty attitude 🙉
ᛝ ┊ 𝞋𝞎 ﹒ type : oneshot
ᛝ ┊ 𝞋𝞎 ﹒ wc : 467 words
ᛝ ┊ 𝞋𝞎 ﹒ tags : fem!reader, dom!michael, mature!era, smut kinda, bratty reader, theres no soft dom bcs michael aint soft in this 😂😳, michael ties u up or sum idk, use of daddy , idk what im writing, agegap kinda, no this is NOT a f3t1$h for @bu$3 ok..?
ᛝ ┊ 𝞋𝞎 ﹒ authors note : ok so dont mind the fact theres no starting ok bye ok enjoy, VERY cringe btw ewewweew
you gasp, his large hands pressing down on your cuffs. you were in between the bathroom sink and michael, his body pressing hard on you. "m-michael, let go," you begged, your tone still bratty. he clicked his tongue, clearly mad at the attitude.
"you're still bein' this petty?" he took one of your hands and placed it on top, as he swiftly unbuckled his belt. you froze. "michael dont." you gazed at him, unable to break free from his tight grip. he ignored you, pairing both hands together and tying them up. "l-let go!" you whimpered, tears beginning to stream down your face.
"you werent bein' a good girl, so no." he wiped the drops of tears away, harshly crashing his lips onto yours. "mmh," you muffled, now sitting on the sink as he pressed you hard. he then peaked out his tongue, sliding into yours. your fingers gripped as he continued, your tears mixing into the saliva.
"i-im sorry daddy, please," you moaned, practically pleading now. "s' now you wanna be good? too late," he picked you up from the sink, forcing you to stand. your arms felt so tight, the belt and his grip surely to bruise. "n-no, i mean it this time, please?" you pleaded as a tear dropped from your eyelash. he bit his lip, staring at your glistened round eyes.
he didnt reply, instead he picked you up again, plopping you onto the plush mattress. you crawled backward, head hitting the wall of the bed. he walked to his luggage, taking out another belt. "please michael, dont, please," you cried, your face covered in tears. "that isnt a very good apology," he wiped them away, messing up your hair before dropping down to his knees. he then pulled your feet to him, tying it up.
at this point, you didnt even want to try to beg anymore. atleast he didnt cover up your mouth.
he then walked towards the side of your head, placing his lips on yours again, softer this time. after a few seconds, he pulled back and peppered kisses along your jaw, nibbling on you like a puppy with its toy. by the time he unleashed you, your eyes were red, hand and feet both bruised by his brutal grip.
"learnt your lesson?" he asked, slipping off his shirt. "yes daddy, i wont do it again." you nodded frantically, holding on to the bruised cuffs. he then slid into bed and kissed them. "'m sorry, was i too harsh?" he asked while caressing it.
"n-no," you dare not lie to him. "mhm.." he smirked, as he kissed your forehead goodnight. "we'll wrap that up in the mornin', cant let them know what happened." he pointed towards the injury. "yeah, the one you made." you giggled, pulling up the blanket.