| CW: 18+ explicit material, pet play but not rlly (no dress up or role playing), crying (Michael), subby subby Michael, handjob, oral (f receiving), patronizing, nervy Michael, sexual deprivation, leg humping if you squint
any era Michael, no/minimal reader or Michael physical description
| Summary: Michael has been deprived of his rightful place between your legs for a week now, and you’ve cruelly promised it to him just to keep him waiting.
︎DISCLAIMER: This fanfiction depicts a real person and a sexual scenario. Nothing included in this story is implied to be accurate. This is a purely creative work and is not meant to offend, or make anyone uncomfortable.
-> Michael is VERY submissive, please be aware before reading!
“Babyyyyy!” Michael whines, his big hands grabbing at your body. “I haven’t eaten in a week!!”
His cute pout that accompanies his protest is enough to make you swoon, but you like seeing him be so desperate.
“No, sweetheart,” you shake your head, laughing down at him and petting his soft hair as he clings to your thigh. “Why’re you so needy today, huh? I let you play with my boobs this morning, you needy thing.”
He hits his head on your leg, petulant and tortured.
“I know— I know you did, but… but, baby…” his huge eyes start watering as they stare up at you. “You promised me I could kiss you there if I didn’t whine all week! I did it, I did a good job! You said that I did!”
Fat tears roll down his flushed cheeks, his hips trying to rub his painful erection on your shin. You’ve left him aching for so long now, taking your time to really enjoy his anticipation becoming pathetic, deprived need.
His jaw is quivering under your touch as you cup it, swiping your thumb over his wet cheek bone. His whole body is tense or trembling or jerking with the silent sobs and delayed gratification that’s never seeming to come.
“Poor baby…” you frown sympathetically down at him.
He makes an almost animalistic sound, and you realize that he’s acting like a puppy right now. His eyes are so big and beggy, his lower body bucking at your leg, the whining…
“Oh god,” you whisper to yourself.
“W—what is it?” He asks, voice shaky and thin, obviously taking everything out of him.
“You’re a puppy.” You state, not explaining— not even when his wide eyes of shock turn into a quivering bottom lip and more tears.
His large hands come up to cover his face, embarrassment burning through his entire body.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he whimpers, thinking he’s disgusted you with how needy he’s been. “I just— I can’t help it. It hurts, mama…”
“Shhh, no, puppy,” you tug his hand-mask from his face, needing to see how much praise he’s going to need to dial all of this back. “It’s okay. I’m not mad.”
Warm lips press to the top of his head and then his temple, a gesture that always physically calms him.
He’s still shivering, but at least he’s nuzzling into your leg a bit now. The look in his eyes tells you he feels a bit more stable with the reassurance, that the love is starting to seep back in.
“…you really wanna eat, puppy?” You ask, holding his chin.
He nods excitedly, eyes getting bigger.
“Yes! Oh, please, I need to. So bad.”
You ruffle his hair, finally giving him a little nod of permission.
Denim hits the floor with a hollow, muted thump and he’s already licking at your panties.
“Calm down,” you chastise him gently. “Take them off, pretty boy.”
He nods obediently and removes them, sliding them into the pocket of his pants discreetly. Your slick is under his tongue almost immediately and he’s pushing you onto the bed.
Legs spread by needy hands, he sucks and licks and kisses at your sweet cunt, whimpering and moaning happily at finally being able to have his mouth where it really belongs.
“That’s a good boy…” you coo at him, patronizing him because the wait wasn’t enough.
The expected reaction was that he would pout, but he actually seems to enjoy it, nudging his nose against your clit.
“Doing so good for me, aren’t you, pup?” He shivers at your continued praise and new pet name.
Pet names from you drive him wild, and suddenly he’s not just using his mouth to play with your yummy cunny, but trying desperately to get you to your peak.
He’s deeply satisfied when you’re the one suddenly whimpering and pushing him away by his shoulders. He laughs. Not cruelly, but happily.
“You’re so pretty from down there,” he states, hands digging into your hips and massaging them absentmindedly.
“Happy to please my sweetheart. Always.” You smile, bringing a loving kiss to his forehead. “Do you want me to play with you now?
His face breaks into a grin, excitement flooding his features.
“Yes, please!” He scrambles with his belt to get this achy thing out of his pants. “It’s really starting to hurt; please, go fast.”
“I’ve made you wait long enough,” you say, taking his cock in your hand. “I’m gonna let you come as fast as you need to, okay?”
He pulls you into a grateful hug as his needy hips buck up into your dry fist. You know it hurts; he’s whimpering in both pain and long awaited pleasure.
The nightstand squeaks when you pull out the drawer, grabbing the lube. You squirt some into your free hand and bring it down to his cock with the other one, revelling in the sweet sound he makes when he realizes this doesn’t have to be painful anymore.
His arms are still wrapped around you, and it makes the position odd, but he’s been too much of a good boy to make him move.
“Atta’ boy…” you coo lovingly, twisting your hands around his cock to make him whine in overstimulation. “Thought you had to come really bad? Where is it, baby? c’mon, hurry up. You can do it.”
Your voice is making his head swim, his thoughts turning into alphabet soup as he feels his orgasm finally, finally approaching.
“M’trying…” he whimpers pathetically, his cock twitching in your hands. “M’there, oh, please—…”
A laugh bubbles low in your chest as his babbling, his body and mind both clearly struggling.
The come lands on your breasts and under his jaw, the position allowing for an uncomfortable placing for his semen. You make a slightly disgusted sound as you realize some even got in your hair, but that’s overshadowed by Michael’s panting, his body slightly slumped against yours.
“Michael? Puppy?” You ask in a soft-spoken voice. “Are you okay?”
He’s silent for a moment before he nods into your shoulder.
“M’okay…” he mumbles, meekly pushing your fidgeting hands away from his soft, over sensitive cock. “…thank you.”
The whisper of thanks makes you smile, the kind of smile that comes from deep, internal happiness.
“It’s no problem, baby,” you sigh, kissing his flushed and slightly damp head. “You deserved it.”
He nuzzles into you, furthering your proof of his puppy-esc mannerisms. You laugh.
“Why’re you laughing?” He looks up at you, voice still meek.
“You’re just really cute, that’s all.”
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A/N: this is probably kinkier than anything I’ve ever posted but I was thinking abt it and what the hell it’s pretty hot. lmk if this is too much or if you guys want more
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inexperienced! Kaiser, Fem! reader, pathetic! Kaiser
who would have thought that the God's Chosen Emperor was a virgin.
Kaiser swear he didn't had time to sex and relationships, he was to busy with football and his training.
and because of that, he never touched a woman or a man in his life, he didn't saw the need in this, and why people were so intense about it
until he met you, all his opinions about it changed, he wanted it so freaking bad, you were so perfect in every way possible, you damaged his brain.
in the start wasn't so bad, he just looked at you and dreamed about touching you, but he had no idea HOW.
until you started getting closer to him, touching him more, kissing his neck, fuck you were going to kill him and he had no idea how to say that he never even saw a naked woman, I mean, look at him! everyone would think that this man has a huge body count.
everytime you get closer to him, he managed to get an excuse.
"I'm going out, I have to traine with Ness" he said this while you taking your shirt off.
"I'm reading, can we do this later?" while you climp on top of him.
"I have to study the tactics for the game" while you get on your knees
maybe he didn't liked your body, maybe he had someone else, maybe he didn't even liked you.
but in the reality hes just a freaking virgin, and super scared about what you would think about it.
until the day that Kaiser was looking for his jersey. He was certainty that was in his drawer, but it was gone.
"where is it?" he made a mess in there looking for it "hey, Schatz! do you know where my jersey is? it's drying?"
"here" you said and he looked at the door, where you were, wearing.nothing.but.his.jersey, his blue eyes widened and he felt his mouth drowning
"fuck, what is this?" he felt his shorts getting tigher and his legs weak
"micha..do you like it?" you give him a little turn, he can see everything, and he keeps getting harder
"y-yeah, can you give back? I have. practice" you walk to him and push him into a sloppy kiss, his hands traveling to your ass and your to his neck.
"wait, I have to go to the practice, we can't do this now, Schatz, give me my jersey" he gulped, avoiding looking at you.
"michael, do you have a problem with me?" you asked, sounding angrier than you wanted.
"what? no, are you crazy?" he looked at you shocked "why would you think that?"
"everytime I try to get closer to you, you always finds something else to do! just say you have someone else and leave me!".
"Schatz, it's not this, it's just.." Kaiser felt his face getting warmer and your gaze almost exploding his face "ugh!" he massaged his temples.
"say something! what's the big problem?" you stared at him, waiting a response.
"Scheiße..look, i-im a virgin, ok? are you happy now?" he looked for you face, just to get a shocked expression from you.
"r-really? Michael Kaiser? a virgin?" his face was red and you could see his hardness "ohh..thats why you always running! don't worry babe! I don't have a problem with this!"
"yeah? you don't?" you could hear his heart beating faster, you laughed.
"of course not! I mean, thats even better.." you grabbed his hand and you threw him in the bed "I can teach you everything, ok? don't worry.." you smiled and sat in front of him.
your hands going to his shorts, his cock almost exploding him from its hardness, you lowered his shorts and saw his member, the pink tip already drowning.
"S-scheiße..you are going to drive me crazy, you know that, Schatz?" he smiled, that rascal smile, that didn't lasted long, because you kissed his tip, his face turning into a mess and his mouth just trowing whimpers.
"heh, you don't look so confident now, micha" you smiled looking at his angry face, he hates when his not in control."
you open your mouth and gently start to sucking him, your mouth getting full of him, looking at him you saw that he was a completely mess, his face red, his mouth half opened letting loud moans and whimpers.
"f-fuck, slow down! I- can't take to much!" you smile and go deeper, sucking him completely, you can feel his body tensing and his hands grabbing a pillow, his head falling and making even loud noises.
"you already close? I didn't even started!" you laughed "you're so cute, you know that? trying your best to be in charge, but you just can't, because you love it, you love that im showing things you never experienced before."
"s-shut up, i'm close, continue!" his eyes tearing up, and his lips being bitten.
"c'mon, micha..say please.." you smile, massaging his red tip and letting his precum spill.
"S-scheiße! p-pleasee! UGH!" you finally put him in your mouth again, getting a fast rhythm "a-aagh fuuuck yeah please! don't stop I beg! p-pleasee!"
his thick cum fulls your throat, you finally pull yourself and swallow.
"so..how was it? still can't believe your a virgin" you laugh.
"shut up" he says, his face still wet from the cry and his breath fast "Scheiße..".
"fucking cute".
hi!! it was a request but Tumblr deleted it, sorry! hope you find it and hope like it!
also sorry for the wait! I'm sick and my head hurts real bad •́ ‿ ,•̀
✧˚ · .⭒ content warning: sexual content (smut), switch!chris, handcuffs, switch!reader, etc.
✧˚ · .⭒ summary: you ask chris to try out something new, but it ends up the way that it always does..
✧˚ · .⭒ a/n: if you can't tell this account is very on and off bc of my ADHD, but anyways I really like this one tbh; feedback is appreciated!! also lowercase intended!
"baby, do you wanna try something new?" you say dangling handcuffs Infront of your face.
"how is that new?" he says smiling, but slightly nervous for your response
"you'll see." you smirk like you're planning something, pulling him into your shared bedroom.
you push him into the bed gently and grab his wrists, pulling them above his head.
you pull his wrists into the handcuffs and attach them to the bedframe.
"haha very funny you know i'm always top." he says with no real laughter in his voice as you run your hands across his chest smiling big.
"not tonight you aren't" you grab onto the hem of his black and white calvin klein boxer shorts, and tug them down along with his sweatpants just enough for his thick cock to spring free.
he groans but struggles as you slowly stroke his length "fuck, i hate you." you smirk knowing how hard he's struggling.
he whimpers "p-please keep going, please." you can feel your panties soaking up as you stroke him, you finally realize he has been fiddling with the restraints the whole time, and has managed to unlock it using his nails.
he smirks pulling the handcuffs off of his wrists and swiftly flipping you onto your back. "hey! that's not fair!" you screech knowing this is what you wanted all along.
he drags his hand down your body landing on the hem of your leggings, swiftly pulling them down.
his hand drops to the wet spot in your panties; "all this f'me? all it took was me in handcuffs?"
you hold back a moan as he touches you where you need him most. he pushes your panties aside and circles your clit.
a guttural sound pulls from the depths of your throat at the blissful feeling of his fingers. "c-chris please, please f-faster!"
"c-chris im gonna cum!" you say desperately, "hold it." you whine tilting your head back. "o-oh fuck-fuck chris please!"
"fine." you cry out in pleasure painting his fingers and the bed white.
｡･:*:･ﾟ★,｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ wearing sub cowboy!jj’s cowboy hat as you ride him.
The rough straw of his hat is a gentle weight atop your messy hair—bouncing softly with the movements of your body as you rode the cowboy under you. Wanton moans slipping from his lips, unsuccessfully held back by the grip of his pearly teeth in his lower one. Your cowboy is laid out on the bed below you, leanly muscled chest stretched out, your nails digging red crescents into the tight skin on his abs. His large calloused hands clung desperately to the plushy skin of your thighs—like he needed something to ground him from the intense pleasure you were causing him.
“Ah—fuck fuck fuck,” JJ moaned, southern drawl run ragged by pleasure, sweat glistening on his brow, eyes glazed as he looked up you—blue eyes dilated completely with devotion and lust, “d—darlin’, please, don’t wan’ cum just yet.”
You laugh breathily, purposefully squeezing around his dick as you rolled your hips to get a deeper angle. Taunting him with your faster movements. You leaned down slightly, his cowboy hat that smelt of him, dipping further down on your face, your voice a low teasing murmur, “What if I want your cum right now baby, hm? wanna feel you spill everything you got into me. Wanna—mhm—be stuffed w’you.”
JJ whined hopelessly, shaking his head and letting it fall back as his eyes squeezed shut, abs tensing tightly as he tried to hold off his orgasm. “No nono darlin’ please please need you ta’ feel good f-first. Wan’ your sweetness all—ah—‘ver me“
Your stomach fluttered, spine tingling: Your one hand came up, grabbing his jaw and pulling his face back to look at you, “open those pretty eyes baby, wanna see em while I make you stupid.”
He did, helpless to resist you, big dilated pupils staring back at you. The second your eyes locked—when he saw you again, leaning over him, flushed cheeks, messy hair with his fucking cowboy hat sitting on your head, you felt his cock twitch inside of you and he whimpered, his desperate half-lidded eyes still locked on yours.
You pussy spasmed and fluttered, stomach coiling tighter and you bit back a moan—riding him faster. Harder. “Can feel you twitching inside me, angel.” You breathed, leaning down some more, nails migrating from his abs to his collarbones. Your nipples brushing his chest, his cowboy hat brushing him as well, moving as you moved. “Sight of me turns you on that much huh?” You tease into his ear.
JJ’s hips bucked with a broken groan and he nodded desperately, his hands on your thighs moving—one to hold his hat steady on your head, the other to work your clit. “C—can’t think straight, you in my hattt,” the word stretched out in a whimper as he stared up at you, “l-look so good darlin’, looks so good.”
You moaned, head leaning down against his, tits and ass bouncing with the pace of your movements. The feeling of him playing with your clit—his cock plunging in and out of you—his big hand holding his hat steady atop your head, a needy claim in his submission—his wrecked voice was too much. “Tell me how much ya’ like it.”
“I love it—lov’ so much.” He breathed out desperately, beyond gone, fingers holding it tighter to your head, thighs tensed as he tried not to cum. His other hand working quickly at your clit. “I—m—was half hard just fuckin’ lookin’ atchu in the thing—nghh,” he whined deeply, eyes slipping shut before he forced them open, wanting more than anything to please you, “it’s—you’re mine darlin’. C—can’t believe—“
“I am yours baby,” you moaned softly, pussy clenching and fluttering around the throbbing heat of him inside you, biting down on your lip as the knot in your stomach grew tighter, the eye contact between you two never stopping. “Always yours J. And you’re mine—now fill me up honey, claim me.”
JJ whined brokenly, crying out as he was unable to resist any longer—his hips left the bed, back arching off it, thick dick sinking as deep as it could into your fluttering walls. His cock pulsing inside you as he came, ropes of his cum flooding your wanting pussy.
“O—oh—darlin’—“
“That it’s JJ, my good boy.” You cooed, moaning again at the feeling of him filling you. Nuzzling your cheek soothingly against his as he whimpered, the heat an angry ache in your stomach. Tensing and pulsating with the need to snap.
“You—ngh—you didn’t,” JJ furrowed his brows weakly, stars still behind his eyes. But that didn’t stop him. He held you to him, hand keeping his hat steady on your head as he worked your clit just how you liked it. Dazedly looking up at your face, watching your reactions in his blissed out state. All he wanted was for you to feel good too.
You groaned thankfully—within a few motions of his calloused fingers, the band pulled achingly tight in your stomach was snapping and you were coming. Your release leaving you hotly, thighs trembling softly as you ducked your head into his neck, letting yourself slump against his sweaty, muscled body.
JJ sighed happily, finally letting himself relax now you’d found your pleasure too. Blissed out, dazed and weak as his hand left your clit to wrap around your waist, holding you close. He loved you. The intimacy of the moment warming something deep in him. He nuzzled your hair, enjoying the press of his own cowboy hat against his head. You were his, he was yours.
“Just wan’ make you feel good darlin’,” JJ breathed hoarsely, southern drawl rough with blissful pleasure and heart-achingly soft and honest, “‘s all that matters. Love you so fuckin’ much.”
