Thinking about 𝓢oldier 𝓑oy making you cum so hard until you end up crying into his sheets, completely wrecked and sobbing out for him to slow down, just for him to pin your hands down against the mattress and call you a “fuckin’ crybaby” as he continues to brutally pound your insides. All because it turns him on so fucking much to have a stupid brainless girl, who can’t fight against him or his viciously deep thrusts, crying on his cock again after all these years.
!warnings! ⚠; SMUT, MINORS GO AWAY! unprotected p in v (wrap ur willy), softdom-ish!Mike, fem!reader, descriptive sex, a little fluffy at the end, reader is obsessed with Michael's sex faces, creampie.
wc; 0.5k
a/n; hiii!! this is my first ever smut fic, so it isn't as amazing as i wish it was. i hope ya'll enjoy it! it is quite short ://
It's a peaceful, cloudy night. Except peaceful wasn't quite the word for it. Not inside your bedroom, it wasn't.
Grunts and moans circle through the room, thumping of the headboard against the wall, and the squeaking of the mattress.
You would say something about how loud you two were being, but not a single word could be formed as Michael ruts his cock deep inside you. And not to mention—how distracted you are by his facial expressions.
Every time he bottoms out, hips flush against your thighs that are wrapped around his waist, his eyebrows twitch. God—he looks unreal like this.
Throughout yours and Michael's relationship, every time you'd gotten intimate—you couldn't help but be fascinated by the faces he'd make. He'd either throw his head back with furrowed brows, or have his eyes locked onto every inch of you with his lower lip trapped between his pearly whites as he thrusted his dick so deep you were sure you could feel him in your gut.
But there was something about tonight—something about the way he looked that you couldn't take your eyes off.
You fight your fluttering eyes as his cockhead brushes that spongey spot far inside of your dripping pussy, needing to see every flicker of his brows, flutter of his lashes, or even if he swallows a certain way.
His hips stutter as your walls flutter around his length, his eyes rolling back. "S–shit.. so tight, mama.." he groans—your own moans harmonising with his in a filthy melody.
You feel the pressure in your lower belly tighten even more into an impossible knot, tingling heat blossoming from your toes, all the way up the length of your spine. Your eyes roll back as the upcoming orgasm becomes unbearable.
"M–Mike, m'gonna come–" you gasp, thighs trembling against his hips.
"Yeah? Come for me, baby. Need to t'feel you fall apart." He pants out, his own peak nearing. He speeds up with thrusts, and thats what does it.
"Mm– im co–coming!" You cry out, the knot snapping, sending shockwaves towards every nerve ending in your body. You choke on a moan as he reaches down to draw figure-eights on your swollen clit, your back arching into his chest.
He whimpers as your pussy clamps down onto his cock, his own orgasm threatening to wash over him. "Im close– fuck, im close.." he whines airily into your ear, rutting his hips desperately into yours.
Your eyes snap open instantly, gaze locking onto his face. His eyes are screwed shut, mouth dropped open slightly, brows pinched together. Delicious you cant help but think.
His orgasm finally crashes down onto him. Thrusting once, twice, before locking his hips against yours—moans and whimpers leaving him as he spills deep into your poor cunt.
When his own orgasm finally subsides, he relaxes against you. His eyes flutter open, finding yours.
He laughs softly at how fixed your gaze is on his face, leaning forward to press his lips softly against the spot between your eyes.
"You're cute." He whispers, his hand running up and down your side soothingly.
Your heart swells at his words, a smile curling your swollen lips. "I could say the same thing."
He mirrors your smile as he gently lifts his weight off of you.
