cw: smut, fingering, public sex (ish), dubcon, michael kaiser >:(
michael never misses the opportunity to touch you - even in public, and especially when he’s having a team dinner with his teammates.
he is absolutely shameless.
he’s quite subtle at first. his warm hand resting on your thigh, drawing circles on your skin, a common display of affection from him. then, his hand starts to wander higher and higher, which is hard to ignore when the conversation starts to bore you a little.
“michael!” you scold him quietly, slapping his hand away before he starts to get any ideas.
“yes, dear?” he challenges you, smirking, and completely ignoring your efforts to stop him. but he obeys. only for a little while.
a hand meets your inner thigh again but time, now dangerously close to you heat, your skirt lifting upwards at the action.
just as you’re about to scold him again, his teammate’s cheers cut you off and he takes this as an opportunity to pull your panties to the side, slipping a finger in your soaked cunt.
“aw, baby,” he coos and all you can do is take a sip of your wine. another finger enters your cunt and you shiver, pussy throbbing at the sudden stretch. the palm of his hand presses against your clit and you want to die.
michael rubs your back gently and brings his other hand on your temple, feigning concern. “is everything alright? you feel a little, hot princess.”
you nod and grit a quiet yes through your teeth, subconsciously opening your thighs. and you’re glad that none of his teammates are paying attention to you both.
his fingers pump in and out of you, the loudness of the group masking the quiet squelching noise of your pussy.
it’s almost embarrassing how wet you are. you can feel it on the seat - your wetness spreading all the way to the inside of your thighs, excess fluids soaking the cushion.
when he stuffs another finger inside of your pussy, you almost moan at the feeling. his long fingers skillfully press against the squishy spot inside of you. you instinctively grasp at his ink filled arm, nails scratching at his skin, unable to contain yourself.
he finds that sweet spot again and your tummy twitches, hand accidentally banging on the table at the sudden pleasure.
several eyes meet yours and kaiser apologizes for you, claiming that you can’t handle your alcohol. if only they knew that your boyfriend’s knuckles deep in your cunt right now. you quickly mutter an apology again, waving them off giving everyone a sheepish smile.
however, the second everyone’s attention subsides, there’s a glimmer in your boyfriends eyes and a devilish grin forming in his face.
“if you wanna give them a show, then give them a show sweetheart.”
"kneel." kaiser demands, staring at you intently as you silently submit to him. you pull down his boxers, showing off his leaking, throbbing cock.
one of the things you've learned about kaiser is that he loves it messy. and you love pleasing him - hearing the praises that spill out of his mouth makes you throb.
you start with sucking on the tip, tasting the pre-cum on your tongue. slowly, you make your way down his cock, jerking the rest of him that you can't seem to reach. once you get the hang of it, you try to take him whole but you choke, saliva dripping out of your small mouth.
kaiser groans when he feels his dick hit the walls of your throat. he loves the look on your face. the teary, doe-eyed look accompanied with the dripping saliva. he reaches for your throat, feeling his cock move inside of it, like he's sizing you up, seeing if you can take any more of his length.
you open your jaw wider in attempts to take more of him but only to pull his cock out of your mouth, coughing.
"is it too much?" kaiser taunts, rough fingers gripping your cheeks, snake-like eyes devoid of any kindness. it should be scary, this state of kaiser, but it makes you whimper and ignore the soreness growing on your jaw.
"n-no," you shake your head in response, reaching for his cock again which makes him smirk at your submissiveness.
this time, you lap at the length and make your way down to his balls, suckling them. he groans at the sight and curses when he feels your soft hands play with the other one.
the smell makes you moan, the perfect mixture of his musk and sweat is intoxicating. and you can't seem to stop. your mouth finds his cock once again, bobbing your more sloppily now.
the thick slick of your saliva travels down to his balls and his fingers thread through your hair as a silent praise.
"you're so fucking good," he hisses, hips twitching when he feels your hand cup his balls again, like he can't take any more of it.
choked up moans vibrate against his cock and the grip he has on your hair tightens, unexpectedly pulling you off of him.
kaiser's rough fingers meet your cheeks. the pad of his thumb coaxes your mouth to open, and you follow, knowing whats to come.
kaiser gathers a glob of his saliva, spitting right in your messy mouth. you swallow, just like he always asks you to.
he gives you his winning smile and pats your puffy, swollen cheeks.
