Movie!Michael x fem reader smut,,, pls,,, literally anything I need more of this absolute weirdo
YESSSS
"harder"
FNAF 2 movie! Michael Afton x Fem! reader smut
warnings: smut, slapping, masochist Michael, unprotected, michael goes from sub to dom, no plot, not proofread, possibly ooc. SEX!!! MDNI!!!
FINAL WARNING FILTH UNDER THE CUT
it felt like every night was another argument with your boyfriend, Michael. he would always leave in the middle of the night, and would refuse to tell you where he was going, who he was with, and why. every time you asked, he would dodge your questions, give a half-assed answer, or just completely refuse to answer. you were completely sick of it.
just like most nights, your questions and his shitty answers escalated into a screaming match. in your blind rage, you did something you have never done to anyone. ever. especially not the man you loved. you slapped him. your eyes widened, opening your mouth to apologize, but before you could say anything, you looked at his face and saw a smirk forming. his eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and.. lust?
"do it again... harder" Michael begged and took a small step closer to you. the smirk on his face growing with the tent in his pants. "...please?"
you were.. shocked to say the least. and you felt terrible. "Michael i- i didn't mean to-" you tried to stammer out an apology. the red mark on your boyfriends face a stark contrast to his dark, lustful eyes. he stepped even closer, his breath hot on your skin.
"shh.. its okay." he purred, reaching up to gently caress your cheek, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. "i like it when you get a little rough. it's... exciting." his other hand rested on your hip, squeezing it almost possessively. he leaned in. his lips barely an inch from yours. his voice a low whisper. "i want you to do it again, y/n. i want you to hit me. harder. show me how angry and frustrated you are.. let it all out.."
Michael's eyes blazed with intensity. his pupils dilated to cover almost all the color in his eyes. the bulge in his pants was straining against the confines of his jeans. he was clearly aroused by your display of anger, even if you felt bad about it. "don't feel bad baby.. i can take it. hit me. hurt me. i deserve it. i need it. i need you to punish me for all the secrets i keep." his voice was a desperate, aching whisper. "please... don't hold back... wreck me."
"you're insane. i just slapped you, and you're hard. you liked it." you said, almost worried. you had no idea how to react. but you'd be lying if you said his begging didn't turn you on a little.
he chuckled darkly. he took your hand and pressed it against the length through his jeans. "insane? maybe. but you can't deny that it turns you on. the thought of having that kind of power over me, of being able to make me feel pain and pleasure. its... intoxicating.. isn't it?" his hands find their way up your shirt, lightly brushing against the skin of your stomach. then slowly dipping lower to the waistband of your pants. you didn't stop him. even when his eyes looked to yours, a silent ask for consent. you gave a soft nod, and his hands dipped into your underwear. "i knew you liked it.. you're so wet.. was it from hitting me? or my begging for you to do it more.." you didn't know how to respond.
his fingers pressed a little harder against you. rubbing slow, deliberate circles over your sensitive flesh, giving you chills down your back and arms. he retracted his hand, and crashed his lips against yours in a passionate kiss. a mix of the frustration and desire that both of you had felt for the past few weeks pouring out. one of his hands tangled in your hair, tilting your head to deepen the kiss. he walked you backwards until your back hit the wall, pinning you there. while one of his hands was buried in your hair, the other went back up your shirt to squeeze and knead your tits. he moved closer, his hips pressing against your own. Michael's erection throbbed against your belly. he rolled his hips slightly, grinding his clothed cock against your center. letting you feel the shape and size of him, the way he would fill you if he were inside you. he broke the kiss and trailed his lips down the column of your throat. biting and sucking, leaving a path of reddening hickies across your neck and chest. consumed by the urge to mark you as his so everybody else would know who you belonged to.
one of your own hands buried in his hair, and the other brushed against his chest, slowly moving down to the waistband of his jeans. he rocked his hips slightly, pressing his straining erection more firmly against you. silently begging for more. he pulled away from you to lift your shirt over your head, taking one of your nipples between his lips., sucking and teasing the sensitive bud. his hand moved back into your jeans. pushing past the fabric of your underwear. his fingers easily finding your clit, circling the sensitive spot, rubbing slow, deliberate strokes until you bucked and writhed against his hand, aching for more.
"fuck.. you're so wet... so ready for me. i can feel how much you want this.. need this. need me.." he nipped at your collarbone. his fingers continued down below. slipping through your ripping heat to tease your entrance. pressing against it, but never quite entering you. "tell me what you want. how badly you want my cock buried inside this cunt."
"please Michael. need your cock.." you whimper softly, your voice heavy with want. his eyes flashed with triumph and satisfaction. he captured your lips in another rough kiss. he made quirk work of his pants. pulling down his jeans and boxers in one swift, impatient movement. his dick sprang free, long and hard. the head already glistening. he worked quickly on your pants as well, then without hesitation, lifting you up, encouraging you to wrap your arms around his waist as he pinned you against the wall. he gripped your hips, the head of his cock nudging your entrance, coating itself in your arousal. "god you're perfect.. so fucking wet.. so fucking ready for me.."
in one swift, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside you, swallowing your moans with a kiss. he groaned softly, his eyes squeezing shut at how good you felt around him. he set a hard, quick pace. letting out his frustrations from the past few weeks. "hit me baby. come on.. you can do it." he begged while fucking you. when you finally did, he let out a low moan. one hand gripped your hip, holding you in place as he fucked into you, while the other slid between your bodies to find your clit. rubbing tight, rapid circles, matching the pace of his thrusts. pushing you closer to the edge.
"gonna cum inside you sweetheart.." he whispered. you weren't quite there yet. his thrusts grew erratic, more desperate and messy, until he slammed into you one last time, emptying himself inside you. he stayed still for a moment, then despite his still overly sensitive cock, he was determined to bring you over the edge. his moans and whines grew louder. your breathing growing quicker. he could feel you squeezing him, and doubled his efforts. you came with a loud moan, and held onto him. he gently pulled out of you, and carried you to the bathroom. he took good care of you that night, and finally told you where he was going at night.
sorry if this was shit guys i'm not good at writing smut lol









