“P-please,” he let out a shaky sigh as his hands roamed your body, stopping to firmly grip your ass.
You had been grinding down on his clothed erection, kissing that sweet spot below his ear, whispering all the things you wanted to do him. But not doing any of them.
“I need something,” he groaned in frustration, “Anything” he growled.
“You need to learn to be patient, bub,” you kissed his nose.
“I’m always fucking patient,” he was growing weary and his leaking tip wanted nothing more than to buried inside you to the hilt.
You ran your tongue along his bottom lip, cupping his bulge in your hand, “Who are you cursing at?”
His eyes rolled back and you weren’t sure if it was from the pressure he needed or your constant scolding, “No one. I’m sorry. Please, baby, please”
“Good,” you said as you slid down his body and unbuttoned his pants. “Only cause you’ve been so good.”
Its not that you didn’t want him. It’s just he looked so pretty with his lips pouted and a little frown on his face. He was adorable when he didn’t get his way. When he was all whiney and needy for you.
“Mama, please,” he mumbled against your chest, kissing the exposed skin. He had laid his head against you for you to play with his hair. You should’ve known better. He always wanted more.
You tugged gently on his hair and felt him shiver, “Not now, Michael. I’m watching this,” Picking up the remote, you raised the volume just a bit.
He looked up at you, running a finger under the strap of your tank top and sliding it down your shoulder, “You’re so pretty. I just want to touch you. Can I just touch you?”
“Not yet,” you scold him, trying to ignore his touch. He had to learn that he couldn’t always have his way whenever he wanted it.
“So soft,” He said as he kissed your collarbone, “so pretty” he mumbled against your neck as he placed open-mouthed kisses.
You threaded your hands through his hair, allowing him that contact for a moment, “if you don’t let me finish my show, you won’t touch me all night”. He whimpered against your neck before returning his head to lay on your chest and waiting silently for your show to finish.
He had been neglecting her all day. She wanted to spend time with him but he always seemed to have something to do. She was understanding at first but now she was annoyed. He would come to her eventually but he wouldn’t like what was waiting for him.
When he finally came to her that night after a long day of work, he came to their bedroom. He walked in, his tall frame seeming smaller as he did. He knew he would hear it from her. He removed his black coat, tossing it on a chair in the corner. After stripping down to his boxers, he came to lay next against her. He moved close so there was no part of him that wasn’t touching her. When he laid his head on her chest, she threaded her fingers through his long blonde hair.
He ran his hand up her stomach, fingers just barely touching her skin, until he reached the fabric covering her breasts. He pulled her tank top down to kiss the swell of her breast before moving to the other.
“I missed you” he said against her skin.
Y/N hummed before she pulled back on his hair, moving his lips from her skin, “Not now,”
He tilted his head in confusion. His pupils were blown and eyes dark. He wanted her and he thought it was a done deal.
“Baaaby,” He whimpered as he nuzzled his face into her neck, kissing and sucking as he did.
She moved her neck away, “Michael, I’m serious,”
He pouted, lifting her tank top and kissing her stomach, “I’ve been thinking about you all day. I’ve wanted you all day,”
“What have you been thinking about?” She asked, rolling on top of him to straddle him.
“About how good your cunt feels around my cock,” he said with a moan, running his hands up her thighs, “how you taste. How pretty you look when you cum,”
Y/N grinded herself against his growing erection, placing wet kisses up his chest until she ghosted her lips over his, “Do you think you deserve it? You’ve been very busy lately and I’ve had to take care of myself.”
He moved up to meet her lips but she pulled away before he could, “I’m sorry. I had things that needed to get done. You know that I’m not ignoring you intentionally,”
“I had things to do too,” she said as she slipped her hand past the waistband of her boy shorts, hissing when she rubbed against her sensitive bud.
Michael growled, “Let me,” he reached his hand to her but she swatted it away, “I want you. I need you. Please,”
She rocked against him as she continued rubbing her clit, “I’m right here. You have the privilege of watching me,” She removed her hand from her panties as he watched intently. She brought her hand to tap her fingers on his lips. He eagerly took her two fingers into his mouth, running his tongue along them. When they were nice and wet, she removed them, kissing his lips in approval before slipping her fingers inside her. Her head rolled back as she pumped her fingers.
“So beautiful,” he groaned as watched her, running his hands up to cup her breasts.
She cried out when she applied more pressure to her clit, removing her fingers from inside her, and grinded herself along his restrained length. He chanted her name as he held tight onto her hips. His fingers dig into her skin and she loved the way it felt.
“Let me touch you, Y/N,” he pouted, “Please. I can make you feel good. So good” His voice was desperate.
She shook her head as she continued her movements, grinded down harder, faster. She brought one hand to twirl around a blonde curl that lay against his chest before tugging slightly.
“Do you want to touch me, baby?” She asked as she moved against him.
He groaned when she came down hard against him, “Yes. Yes, please. You know I do,”
“You’ve been so good,” she cooed as she reached down to remove him from his briefs, giving him a few strokes as he hissed and curses flowed from his lips.
“Let me taste you, please,” He asked, eyes wide and eager.
Y/N scooted up his body until her core hovered over his lips. Immediately, his hands gripped her thighs and pulled her to his lips, pushing her panties to the side. She braced herself against the wall, shocked at how hard he pulled on her. His lips attached to her clit, sucking on her like a man brought to water in the desert.
“Easy, baby,” she moaned as she tugged on his hair. He moaned against her but did not slow his pace. Instead, his hand began to tease her folds while the other came down hard on her ass. She cried out and rocked forward against him until his hands gripped her thighs to keep her steady.
“Taste so good, mama” he kissed her folds gently, “You’re so pretty” he continued to lick and suck at her folds as he pumped two fingers inside her.
“Michael,” she whimpered as she fucked his face.
He nosed at her clit as his tongue flicked inside her, “Do I make you feel good, mama?” He asked when he came up for air.
“So good,” she moaned, stroking his face, “Don’t Stop,”
He continued his movements with intensity until he felt her thighs shake in his hands. He didn’t stop until she couldn’t hold herself up above him anymore. He helped her as she moved down his body, laying on top of him. Michael wiped her slick off his face, licking any trace of her off his fingers.
yes!!!! okay this concept is so great because to see such a confident and domineering man just fall to his knees for you would be amazing. he just wants to hand over the power to someone else for a change and get rid of all of that pressure and just be wrecked instead of being the wrecker
same i dont think i have it in me to hurt him or punish him too much. just the thought of his whimpers or him begging to touch you or be touched just drives me insane????
he would love that so much. just having him on his knees, petting his hair and praising him about all of his good work. it would make him heat up and he would just try to pull you closer by your thighs but you would tsk at him, telling him to be patient. good boys get a taste, but only if they wait.
he’d be so eager, just slipping one of your legs over his shoulder to open you up to him and with your grip on his hair you pull him in, although he practically dives into you.
resting your body between his legs, you can tell how easily flustered he is and you gently press your hips to his, feeling how hard he is and loving the sound of his whimpers. you kiss the corner of his mouth, his lips parted from his soft sounds and you ghost your lips over his.
“such a pretty boy,” you whisper, making him blush and jut his hips into yours involuntarily. you knew he would be a wreck soon enough.
(2/2) and he is too overwhelmed and can’t seem to force himself to do anything except scream and plead for mercy, tears running down his face at the sensitivity (ok I’m done sorry
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This is my dream.
You’d be like. “What, love? You can’t take what you do to me, hmm? Are you just going to admit you’re a massive whore and give in like the dramatic little bitch boy you are?”
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