Long or short? Because I’m down for both. You just want to cradle and kiss his face, hold him, worship him and not what is inside of him, but the man that is also there. Stroke it when he’s asleep, wash it for him in the shower, brush it, let him lay in your lap and pet through it. Pull it during sex.
Of course. One can’t be too careful when it comes to their mode of transportation. Safety first. And Michael Langdon does you the best. He’s got a classic he takes you in, spreads you out over the back seat.
He likes to get adventurous and fuck you against the hood of a car, bed of a truck. So many options.
Looking like the devil when he’s fixing your car. It makes you hit the gas and rev your engine. When you both go to test drive your car after he works on it, to make sure it’s all in order, well, you cave. Your breathing is heavy because you can’t have the radio on to drown out your panting and nerves, because he needs to make sure your engine sounds better. He asks why you’re worked up and you’re shaking, holding the wheel, you pull over and he’s looking at you, a strand of his hair loose, his rings on his fingers.
It’s all too much at once that you dive across the seat and kiss him. It’s hot and sweaty sex, anyone could drive by you and see. His shirt is off, your hand is tugging his ponytail back, your mouth going up his neck as you rock across him. His rings scrape across the naked flesh of your back. This is a much better ride.
Yes, he can’t stop worshipping one of the one good things that’s always been a constant in his life. He doesn’t fear much, but losing you is one of his worst fears. You’re part of him. You remind him there’s good, there’s pure trust, whole hearted and unconditional love. So he makes sure not to take advantage of or twist that.
He lays his shit all out with you. No talk around, no tricks. He can be less than with you if he’s having a hard time. Touching you makes him know you’re real, he’s real. He’s capable of cherishing and protecting.
Oh yes! Michael loves this kinda stuff, even in the apocalypse, only he likes to keep it behind closed doors then.
During your younger years you’re both that cheesy ass couple that pokes each other for fun, shares a milkshake, goes swimming in the ocean, dances with fireworks on the beach at night. He sneaks over and brings a blanket when you’re upset at night, going with you to sit on the roof of your house and star gaze. You make him feel normal, safe. He makes you feel special and beautiful. You both worry you’re not normal enough or special enough for the other one, but it’s okay because you level each other out.
He’s hasn’t been between your legs long but you already know you won’t last. He knows every part of you like the back of his hand. He knows where to lick and suck and flick. When he bites the inside of your thigh you moan and tug on his hair which only encourages him more. When he does it again, it’s harder and you yelp in surprise. He licks the spot and gently kisses it but that doesn’t stop him from doing it again in a different spot. Your yelp mixes with a moan and while it hurts, he knows you like the sting. He watches through hooded eyes as you writhe under his touch and he laps at you like he needs it to survive. Because he does.
When you wake up the next morning, your thigh is speckled with purple marks and he kisses each one, taking his time to softly caress them.
He frowns and you ask him what’s wrong. “I’ve completely neglected the other,” he says as he nips at the unblemished skin of your other leg and you prepare yourself for round two.
Michael walked into the bedroom just as she had finished lighting the last of the candles. He couldn’t help but smile at how serious she was taking this. She was really going for a look here. When she finished lighting the last candle, she came to stand in front of him.
“You look beautiful,” he said as paced around her, skimming his fingertips over her silk slip.
She swatted his hand away and turned to look at him, “Stop. This is my night. Be good,” she looked up at him sternly and he fought the urge to kiss the wrinkle that formed when she frowned, “Take off your clothes,” He began first by taking off his jacket. Annoyed at his layers and how much time he was taking, Y/N interrupted, “Michael,” she groaned, “Stop. I’ll do it.”
She quickly rid him of his shirt and ran her hand down his chest. She took her time to feel his body and memorize the way it felt for the millionth time since they’d been together. When she reached his pants, she looked him in the eye as she undid his belt and zipper. Reaching her hand inside his briefs, she began to pump him slowly.
“Are you ready for me?” She batted her eyelashes.
He inhaled deeply through his nose before answering, “Yes, baby. I’m ready,”
“Lay down,” she ordered and retreated to the side table. As she dug through the drawer, Michael rid himself of his pants and laid down on the bed.
“What are you looking for?” He asked, rolling on his side.
She shot him a disapproving look, “I didn’t ask you to speak. Be still and close your eyes,”
He closed his eyes but could not stop the smirk that formed on his lips. He loved seeing her like this and the more they played this game the more confident she grew. She had begged him at dinner to let her be the dominant one tonight. He was just waiting for the moment she asked him to take over. In Michael’s mind, it was a matter of when not if.
When she found what she was looking for, she climbed onto the bed and straddled his waist. She reminded him not to open his eyes. Taking one hand in hers, she kissed each finger before raising it above his head. He held back a moan when, in her movements, she unintentionally glided over his throbbing erection. He could feel how wet she was already and cursed the woman for not wearing underwear. A tease.
Michael felt the coolness of metal around his wrists and tugged insticintly. Opening his eyes, he saw both hands handcuffed to the metal bars of their bed frame, “What the fuck is this?” He tugged his hands and the metal bit into his skin.
“I know you won’t listen so this is gonna help,” she smiled, “because you’re not going to touch me tonight.”
His eyes widened and he pulled a bit harder, “Don’t be that way, Y/N”
Grinding lightly along his length, she leaned close to his face, taking whatever she could it in her small hand, “Payback is a bitch, baby. If you’re good, maybe I’ll let you come,” she smiled.
He knew he was in for it. She was already feeding him his own lines. He instantly regretted every time he had teased her, every time he denied her orgasm as punishment.
She ran her hands along his chest which was already rising and falling rapidly. Scooting down his body, she slowly licked up his length, kissing the tip when she finished. He hissed at the contact and his hips moved to chase her lips as she sat up.
“Take that off, love” he said as she played with the straps of her slip.
She moved up his body, now straddling his torso, “Ask nicely,”
“Please, baby. I want to see you,” his hand reached out for her but it didn’t reach far.
She played with the hem of the slip, “Only because you’ve been so good so far. Much better than I expected,” she said, lifting it off and exposing her breasts to him.
He tried hard to regulate his breathing. He was aware of how ragged it was and how he groaned whenever she got close enough for him to feel the heat of her body but not close enough to touch.
“Are you ready?” She asked, positioning him at her entrance. He nodded furiously and cursed through gritted teeth when she lowered himself on him completely, “Do you like when I ride you like this?” Michael couldn’t answer with the way she bounced on top of him. He thought surely she was trying to kill him with the way she clenched around him as she lifted herself off him only to come down heavily to fill herself again. He wanted to touch her. He needed to touch her.
“Baby, please,” he pulled on his hands, “No more of this. I’ll be good,”
She only smiled and continued to ride him with no abandon. She could feel him throbbing inside her and when he bucked up into her she stopped her movements. Cutting off his protests, she said “Do not come unless I say. Do you understand me?”
She could see how watery his eyes had become and she knew he didn’t have much left in him. She slowed her pace to a lazy grind, leaning into him so they were chest to chest. She took to sucking on that spot under his ear that drove him wild.
“Please baby,” he whined, “I’ve been good for you. I need it.” She felt how heavy he was breathing. His skin was warm to the touch and for a second she considered it.
“No,” she kissed him gently.
“Jesus fucking-” he watched as her breasts bounce and she threw her head back in ecstasy. Her hands were on her body in a way he wished his were, “Baby,” his voice came out higher than he intended, “I just want to touch my girl. Please. I won’t finish without it,”
She stopped her movements and stared into his eyes for a moment before reaching over him to get the key. As she did, he reached as far as he could to kiss her chest. Unlocking each hand, he grabbed her neck to bring her down to him once more. His kiss was sloppy, all teeth and tongue, as he used the other hand to grip her hip.
“Please,” he pleaded, “please move”
She continued her original pace, clenching and grinding and moving in a way that would ruin him. She leaned back, steadying herself on the bed as he held her hips. When he could feel the heat rising to his face and his throbbing refused to quit, he moved his thumb to her clit and rubbed tight circles. He knew she was close. She was gasping for air, tugging at her own hair and she chased that high. As they both came, she leaned down to kiss him.
“You were amazing,” he said through his own panting.
She smiled, taking each of his wrists to plant a gentle kiss, “I think I’d like to try that again,”
Request- Could you write a young Michael fic where the reader comforts him while he’s learning how to use his powers and her just being so proud of him 24/7 and encouraging him and it’s really fluffy like y’all are THAT couple bc I’m sorry young Michael’s vulnerable ass gets soooo attached to the people he loves and if he can tell you’re genuine? He’s yours for life and that the tea.
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This is literally the sweetest thing I’ve ever written.
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