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First Time Trying BSDM--Micah Yujin ["girl"/pussy]
🕑 Added 2022-06-05 07:36:47 +0000 UTCThere wasn’t much to do after installing the package necessary for your new game, and so you and Micah decided to laze around in bed with a dumb movie playing on the screen. Your head was resting comfortably on his lap, his fingers carding through your hair–lightly grazing against the shell of your ear. It was a sweet gesture, innocent if any, until the pads of his fingers trailed lower to your nape. You thought he was preoccupied with the flick on the monitor, but when his calloused hands dragged down to rub at the back of your neck–fingers splaying to cover the column for a moment—you convulsed out of pleasure.
“Oh? Is that how you’re feeling?” He asks with a teasing bite.
Blush creeps over your skin when you think about how big his hand was. But you’re quick to shoo the thought away. “Shut up!” You turn from the movie and see his lips pulled into a smirk. “You totally did that on purpose!”
Chuckling, Micah feigns an apologetic smile. “Sorry, I didn’t know that I had that much effect on you.”
“Stop lying! I hate you.”
Even though you’re glaring at him, the smile on his face doesn’t ease up at all. In fact, it grows even wider into that stupid shit eating grin of his. “No, really! I didn’t!”
God, he’s always like this. Since day one, he’s been a huge tease over the internet. And ever since the two of you decided to close the distance- with him moving into your place- Micah has been taking every opportunity to tease you physically. You can’t count the number of times he’s oh-so-innocently caressed your body, playing the fool when you’re getting riled up and breathy. It’s simultaneously frustrating and tantalizing, and everytime he plays this game of his, you’re already wet for him—even if you don’t want to admit it.
“Shut up, Micah. I’m not gonna boost your ego today.”
“Aww…then let’s talk about yesterday and how I made you cum nine times.”
Your first instinct is to slap his arm, but you’re quick to school your expression. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He sees right through it as his lips curl, eyes half-lidded. “You’re so sweet, angel,” Micah purrs and his hand on your neck gives a gentle squeeze.
Fuck, you know what that look meant. Your heart starts beating faster, skin suddenly too hot. When his thumb begins to rub tiny circles on your skin, and yesterday’s events come flooding in your mind- a thought suddenly pervades the foggy lust overtaking your senses. You shoot up from your position and Micah jumps.
“Oh yeah, Micah. I almost forgot, do you have any kinks?”
His brows quirk, surprise evident in his expression. “Woahhhh, that’s coming out of left field!”
“I’ve been meaning to ask actually.”
“Why? Did you want to try something new?” He cocks his head.
Micah is genuinely curious, judging by the question in his stare, but you don’t have the courage to admit that you’ve been thinking about this or that with him. “Answer the question!”
He gives a short chuckle, however, Micah is completely serious when he replies. “I don’t really have strong kinks, really? Nothing big enough that I could just come up with it at the top of my head at least.”
“Hmm… I see,” You look away, lost in thought.
Micah’s hand comes up to your chin and he moves your attention back to him. With an encouraging smile, he offers, “I’m open to trying new stuff, though.”
Your heart soars. It’s actually criminal how he can look so adorable when suggesting something inappropriate. Pulling your lower lip between your teeth, you hide your smile. “Actually…I’ve been meaning to try BDSM stuff. Like…cock worship, spanking and playing around with power dynamics…I actually really like it when you’re rough with me.”
Bright red blooms on his cheeks and his lashes flutter close before he looks away. God, if you thought he was adorable before, the fluster on his face now is heart-wrenchingly cute. Micah’s duality will never cease to tug on your emotions. One second he can smirk down at you with his hands teasing you to desire, and the next he’s bashful about the implications. He’s going to be the death of you someday.
Though you couldn’t care less, you wanted him to completely ruin you. The man that massages your back after a long day’s work to completely break it. You want him to roughly pull on the hair that he gently combs each morning. You want the man who would blush at the mention of kinks to look at you with contempt—for him to look at you as only an object for him to use. You missed the man who could call you cute and a loser all in the same breath. There was something electrifying about that and you wanted it back. It was obvious Micah needed a moment after your confession, but after a deep breath, he turned back to you with a fire in his eyes and you knew he was game.
“So…what exactly would you be comfortable with me doing?” Despite his charismatic nature, Micah’s voice squeaks.
You pretend not to hear it. You wouldn’t want to embarass him when he’s so excited. “We can start off slow with the basics.” The way he’s looking at you, raptured and ready to commit to your fantasies, has your stomach flipping and you have to take a deep breath yourself. “If you’re okay with it, I’d like you to command me to do stuff. Hair pulling, deepthroating, or tossing me around is all okay!”
“Okay.” Another squeak, but he’s nodding along–mentally taking notes. “Is that what you’re into?”
You take a second to think. “Yeah!” you trail off, “but I think it has to do more about the power dynamics and role play for me, not just the actions itself.”
“Oh, angel…” Micah mumbles–the last couple of syllables tapering to a breath. You fight down the blush threatening to explode across your cheeks before continuing.
“I do like explicit consent! I want to beg for things, so you don’t have to worry about crossing the line or anything. I’ll tap you twice or say “red” if I don’t think I want to do something.”
“Gotcha,” He grins. Then he pauses. “Did you want to do this now or…?
In all honesty, you hadn’t considered taking initiative immediately—too excited with introducing the idea to him first. Humming, you look up, thinking. “I don’t know? Can you get me in the mood? I kind of want to try right now but–hmm…”
Micah lets out a wry laugh, “Can I get you in the mood? Just who do you think I am, loser?”
A chill runs down your spine. You knew he was charismatic, but you didn’t think he’d be able to jump in and play the role you wanted so fast. Not that you are complaining, you’re already grinning like an idiot.
Micah’s hand slides across your skin before you can even think to respond, and the next thing you know his hot breath is against your ear. “Don’t forget I know everything about you,” He whispers. Micah’s fingers ghost over your earlobe, taps on the curve. “I know how you get when I touch you here.” As if to prove his point, your body responds to his touch by jerking back.
He catches you, hand now firm against the back of your neck as he brings you even closer to him. With his lips grazing your ear, you can feel the way he smiles against you. “I also know how you like it when I whisper into your ear. You love it when I tease you, but I guess we’ve always called it foreplay before, huh?”
You didn’t need a mirror to know that you are blushing fiercely by his ministrations, the way your heart is beating is evident enough. And you knew Micah was fully aware of it too when he laughs, curt and mocking. “Pfft, could I get you into the mood? What a question. I already knew you were my little whore.”
“Fuck,” His words shoot straight to your clit as you curse. This was going to be good.
Chuckling, Micah takes your hand and tugs you off the bed. With not a single coherent thought in your head, you follow then watch as he leans back on his forearms. His golden eyes are molten with lust as they rake over your body, not so subtly lingering over your hips and tits. As if feasting over the sight of you—with your hard nipples poking through your shirt, blush over the expanse of your cheeks, and legs squeezing together to cover up the effect he had on you—Micah licks his lips and you spy the split tongue he’s used to drag orgasms out of you time after time.
You’ve gotten used to his loving eyes and the sweet words he’d whisper when you both are close to pleasure. Sex with him was sugared, devoted, love-making. But having him openly objectifying you…something about it felt so good. He hadn’t even gotten around to actually touching you but you were already dripping through your panties. You loved his effect on you.
“Strip.” He commands, and you’re snapped out of your reverie.
“What?” You breathe, head not quite there because of your wild thoughts and he fixes a pointed look.
“Be the dirty slut you are and strip. Remember, you asked for this. Did you forget that you’re a filthy pervert that likes to be humiliated?” He pauses before the corner of his lip rises. “Or is this too much for you?''
There was a mixture of gentleness and playfulness in his voice. It could’ve just been the personality talking–goading you into showing off for him, but you can recognize the concern underneath. Are you okay, angel? You always loved how considerate he is with you, but tonight didn’t warrant sympathy. You wanted him, in the dirtiest way possible, and he needed to know it.
So without even entertaining him with an answer, you grab the edge of your shirt and pull it over. Micah’s eyes twinkle with an expectation and you don’t waste any time discarding your pants either. When you’re in nothing but your panties, you hook your fingers over the waistband and pause.
“Off.” There’s a faint growl in his words that has you biting your lip before you obey. Sliding down the thin garment, a string of your arousal glistens against your leg. It catches Micah’s eyes and you hear a quiet groan.
“Fuck. You’re so fucking hot, Angel.” You heard him say it before, but it’s different this time as his gaze follows that wet line. His eyes snap up then, leveling with your breasts. “Play with your tits for me.”
You’re all too willing to oblige. Slowly, so as to make a show out of it, you draw your fingers up your sides before cupping your breasts. You squeeze the soft mounds before pinching and rolling your nipples and Micah rewards your performance with a louder groan. His chest is heaving slightly, eyes trained on the view you’re providing, and you take mental satisfaction when you notice the tent in his sweatpants.
Micah catches your stare and he chuckles. “Wow, you want me so bad don’t you? I’m flattered, honestly.” Then he pulls you in by the waist and throws you on the covers. He’s hovering over you, the lower half of his body not quite touching yours, but you know you’re trapped beneath him. “But you have to work for it, now spread your legs.”
Pink dusts the tips of your ears as you expose yourself to him. You hadn’t realized how naked you are until the brisk air from the AC hits your wet pussy. Micah, on the other hand, is fully aware as he lightly lowers himself to pepper kisses on the inside of your thigh. At the same time, his hand descends to rub against your clit and you’re suddenly seeing stars.
A whimper escapes you.“M-Micah…”
With a knowing smirk against your skin, your boyfriend slips a finger inside of you, and your breathing hitches when he curls it against your walls. It’s damning how well Micah knew your body. He’s able to unravel you so fast with tight circles against your sensitive bud and a hard press against that soft spot within you, and soon enough your cries of pleasure were drowning out the movie in the background.
You’re close, so so close–especially with the way he sucks and bites on your thigh but when you’re ready to tip over the brink, Micah pulls away from you. Your eyes snap to his, a frustrated whine ready to be voiced. Your words, however, quickly die down when you watch him bring his wet fingers to his lips. Micah’s tongue darts out to lick the arousal off his digits and your stomach tightens at the ecstasy on his face. He then dutifully laps up the rest of you on his skin and sighs. “Mmm, you taste as good as always.”
His compliments were more crude than usual, but it only incites your lust further as you try to slip a hand down to your pussy in an attempt to bring yourself to finish. But your actions are cut off with a strong grip on your wrist. Micah is devastatingly handsome when he scowls down at you. “Did I say you could do that?” He squeezes your wrist.
It was a warning: only follow his orders, don’t stray— and you moan at the pain. Without even giving you a second to recover, Micah yanks you off the bed and to the floor.
He’s sneering when he stands above you. “So greedy… You already had your fun. It’s my turn now, yeah?” You gulp in response, anticipating his next command.
“Kneel.”
You obediently drop to your knees and Micah shoves your head towards his sweatpants. You know where this is going. You start to salivate as he pulls out his erection–revealing his already hard cock. It sweeps against his stomach, long and big with thick veins at the base. The tip is already glistening, precum beading from the slit—showcasing how turned on he is.
You lick your lips once before leaning forward to grab it when a harsh pull on your head holds you back. “Did I say you could do that?” You let out a whimper when his hold on your hair briefly tightens. Softening, Micah loosens his grip but not enough for you to forget that it’s there and his other hand comes to swipe over your lower lip. “Stick your tongue out for me.”
Your mouth opens to welcome him and Micah smooths his thumb over the wet muscle.
“What a good little slut you are.” He praises whilst pressing down and rubbing. You couldn’t stand his teasing, you need more.
“Micah. Please.” The words are a bit muffled by the thumb in your mouth but your desperation can be heard clearly. “Can I please play with myself?”
He slides his thumb back and you gag around it, your legs pressing together at the feeling. “Hmm, I think you can do better than that, loser.” Drool dribbles down your mouth when he pulls back slightly. Micah continues with an amusement in his tone.“You’re my little slut. Address yourself as so.”
You forego all sense of self worth. “M-Micah, can your little slut please play with herself?”
He applies pressure with his thumb. “Suck on it,” Micah simply says and you close your lips around it before giving a harsh suck. A low moan rips out of his throat and he grins.“Good girl. Yeah, play with yourself for me, angel.”
You don’t even wait. Your right hand is already on your clit with your left pulling at your perky nipple. Your fingers are urgent, motivated by the desire to please him in hopes that Micah will grant you the privilege to touch his cock soon. It’s just right there in front of you, tip so red and throbbing from your little whimpers— and you want it so badly. In your hands, down your throat, it didn’t matter. You just need to touch him.
Swirling your tongue around Micah’s thumb, you move to take him as far back as you can. When you feel the pressure from your throat, you look up at your lover. Micah’s eyes are blown wide, his pupils eclipsing the gold in them. His cheeks are beet red and his lips chase to match the hue with the way he’s biting down on them. You know he likes what he sees and you can imagine that he discovered something new about himself.
You call out to him, lips pouting and eyes big- a picture of submission. “Can your little dirty slut suck you off, please?”
His Adam's apple bobs. At least you knew that you had an effect on him just as much as he has an effect on you. Micah smirks, dutifully playing his role. “You can kiss it.”
You let go of his thumb with a pop before diving to give his tip the loving it deserves. His cock twitches under your lips, smearing his pre-cum over them, and you drop lower to kiss under the head. Each kiss you give, you’re heading lower and lower until you plant a messy one on his balls. His cock rests heavy on your head and your pussy tightens knowing that he’s looking down at you during all this. Worshiping his cock, scrambling to lay your lips on every inch of him.
“What a good girl,” He breathes— blissfully.
You straighten up, refocusing your attention on his tip. Micah looks distracted enough and you’re feeling embolden- or either that too sexually wound up- that you dare to part your lips just a little bit more to taste him. When Micah doesn’t react, you open your mouth and slip his head between your lips.
“Hey, hey, hey. Now what exactly do you think you’re doing?” He’s rough when he flexes his fingers and jerks you by the hair, and you could barely hide your moan.
“I’m sorry, Micah. I couldn’t help myself…guess I’m a bad girl? I suppose you’ll have to punish me, huh?” Your words are coated with an apology but the smirk on your face shows that you’re insincere.
Micah laughs. “You’re such a fucking whore. My little whore. You think it’ll be that easy? I won’t punish you. It’d only make you happier.”
He drags your head back closer to his cock. “Get back to work.”
You whimper but oblige. However, the moment your lips touch him, Micah forces his cock into your mouth with a simple push from the back of your head. Your eyes widen at the unexpected intrusion.
“Can’t listen to simple directions, huh? I guess you really are a bad girl.”
Your eyes flutter at him, confusion painted across your expression, but that’s quickly replaced with pleasure when he shoves more of him in. With a firm grip on your hair, Micah breaks character for the first time as he quietly whispers, “Just tap me if it hurts, okay?” You can barely manage a nod before he slams his cock into your throat.
You gag around it, eyes blinking with tears, before getting used to the feeling of him dragging his length in your mouth. It’s hot—heavy—and you can’t believe how fast he switched between sweet and rough. His duality as he fucks your face ruthless is new territory but a thrilling reward. It turns you on even more, a wave of pleasure rocking in your gut, and as you take him down to the base of his cock—tip hitting the back of your throat with his every thrust- you can’t help but think that this must be love, desire, and every emotion between you and Micah.
One of your hands fly to his sculpted thigh in an attempt to ground yourself while the other sneaks quick swipes to your clit. You feel the culmination of this wave get to you, escalating you closer and closer to climax. Your body is shaking, hand on his thigh desperate, and as you were about to finally climb over that pinnacle—
He pulls your head back and barks at you to stop. You were panting like a dog in front of him, sprawled out on all fours—unsure if the noise you made was a cry or a moan. You were too high in your feelings to really care for the difference.
“Please fuck my face, I fucking need it. Please, please, please!” You beg. You really couldn’t take it anymore and it seemed like Micah couldn’t either because he shoves you back down on his cock again.
He’s grunting from exertion, his own body strung up as he chases his own release. “You’re too goddamn fucking cute, angel. Fuck!” He’s fiercer this time, moaning your name over and over and over again whilst slamming against the back of your throat. The pressure makes your pussy tighten and you chase the feeling with him. The slick wetness of your pussy made masturbating faster, easier, and you felt that coil in your stomach winding tighter.
You knew you were gonna cum. Squeezing his leg with your free hand, your brows come together to display your silent plea. Micah picks up on it immediately, and he nods along. “Cum with me, angel.” He says and you do.
The dam in you breaks and the pleasure washes over you as you moan around his cock. It’s a high. One that you never want to come down from and you can’t stop yourself from shaking as the ripples of your orgasm overtake you. Micah, however, is there to keep your head still as he hilts himself in your mouth. With his hand holding you in place, thick ropes of his cum shoot down your throat, and your body moves to swallow before you can even orient yourself. Greedily, you swallow every drop and Micah’s moaning with you- his cock twitching within your mouth’s confines.
“Holy fuck.” He gasps, evidently unprepared for how intense his orgasm was going to be, and he looks down at you with a glaze in his eyes. “You’re so hot. Ready for round two?”
You whimper around his slowly hardening cock, mind going wild with disbelief at his energy. Does this man not know anything about a breather? He pulls out from your lips, a thin strand of saliva connecting the two of you, before hastily hoisting you up. Even after an intense fucking, Micah still has the strength to lift you by your legs, wrapping them around his waist as you hold onto him and you’re once again thrown back on the bed. Once on the soft covers–something that you have a feeling you’re gonna have to give a thorough wash soon–Micah lays down on his back and drags you up to straddle him.
“Fuck yourself with my cock. Just the tip.” He has that look in his face, the one that’s not expecting a no at all, and you a whine bibbles past your lips. In all your banters and conversations, you have never been so silent. It’s like he fucked your throat so hard that even just saying one word would require a shit ton of energy to produce… and you liked this feeling. To be worn out by him, used at his expense without an ounce of energy to fight back.
God, it feels so good.
You raise your hips, eager to please him once more, and align your entrance with his cock. Slowly, you lower yourself until his head easily penetrates through your slick pussy and you stop at the sensation. Even with just the tip, you feel incredible. You can’t fathom how good it would be to take all of him in, to have his cock kissing your cervix. You almost want to test the waters yourself- but when you look up at him, Micah’s gaze is serious and constricting. With that look alone, you knew he was telling you not to push your own luck or else, and you decide to learn this time.
So with a shaking breath, you dedicate yourself to small and careful movements of your hips— making sure to only take in the tip, just like he said. Micah grins, satisfied, and he awards you by reaching out to pinch at your nipples. You moan, breasts still sensitive after everything, and you clamp down on him. Micah hisses at the sudden tightness, but he doesn’t berate you for it. In fact, he’s encouraging it as he flattens his palms against your tits, fondling, pulling, and squeezing to his heart’s content.
It’s getting too good. Your orgasm begins to creep up once more with every single one of his ministrations and your eyes flutter shut at the feeling of it all. The way you’re just barely bobbing over his dick— teased with the promise of fulfillment— and groped so mercilessly by his dextrous fingers. It’s making you weak.
Moaning, you feel your legs buckle, your body weightless with the imminent pleasure, and you find yourself sinking a little lower than you intended. The moment half of his shaft is in you and you’re keening with pleasure, a voice in the back of your head goes and highlights your mistake.
Ah, fuck. He’s gonna make me pay for this.
Right on cue, Micah sighs with a click of his tongue. “I guess that means you’re ready for your punishment.” Without warning, Micah grabs your hips and thrusts up into you. You’re suddenly full to the brim, and the strength in your legs dissipate as he continues with a savage pace. You fall onto him–chest against chest, head buried in his shoulder, hands gripping at his arms–and moan unabashedly.
“Mi-Micah! It fweels sho guud! Your cock- Ahh- feels soo good, fuck!” You could hardly get your words out, too incoherent with the way he’s pounding into you, sending you closer and closer to bliss once again.
Micah shifts and his hands are firm against your butt. You can’t see what he’s doing, but you can hear it when his hand strikes your round ass. Micah succesfully wrenches a cry from you and you can feel the skin under his hand heat up. He delivers another smack but this time to the other cheek and you’re biting onto his shoulder, clenching around his cock. He’s groaning under you, loving the way you tighten around him and it wasn’t long until he settles on a rhythm. The moment his cock is buried in you, Micah’s smacking your ass and reveling in the way you crumble under his touch and squeeze from the pain.
All of it is moving you closer to your release than you expected and you choke back a pleasured sob. “I’m gonna cummm, Micahhhh.” You whine.
“Then cum for me, angel.”
And that’s the only command you need. You orgasm on his cock, tight and wet walls coaxing him to join with you but Micah doesn’t heed and fucks you through it. He’s insane, absolutely insane, but you enjoy the feeling of his cock driving your cum out of your pussy and how it drips down your leg and onto his balls.
“Is that enough for you, angel?”
For yourself, yes–above and beyond a yes–but for Micah, not quite. Even though this whole power play revolved around him pursuing his desires and you bending to his will, Micah will always prioritize your pleasure over him, and it’s a trait of his that you love him for. But even so, he hasn’t cum yet, and you know you won’t be satisfied until he does. And so you shake your head no and wrap your arms around him.
Micah chuckles at your voiceless response. Just use me. You silently succumb to him and Micah flips the both of you over–fucking you in missionary. He drops feather light kisses on your neck and then up to your ears, lightly nibbling on your earlobe—just the way you like it. When you’re breathy in his ear, he lets you go to just barely graze his lips over your cheek and the corner of your mouth. It’s barely a kiss, moreso a tease, and you whine.
“Kiss me already, you asshole!” you whine.
“Beg for me.”
“Please kiss me. Please! Micah! I want you, Micah please?”
“Hmm… I’m not sure that’s convincing enough,” He laughs coyly all the while pistoning in you, not once faltering in his brutal pace.
You try to grab his head to kiss him but he dodges, lovingly smiling at you. He loves seeing you want him. After a frustrating trial and error, you manage to plant one on him and he accepts.
Your lips connect and then part before he dives back in for another… and another… and another. At some point, he’s sucking on your bottom lip, swiping his split tongue so he can pry entrance into your mouth and you willingly part them for him.
“MMmmm,” The both of you moan into the kiss when you feel his cold piercing against your hot tongue, and you knew right then and there that there’s no way you’re going to be satisfied with a normal tongue ever again. Then again, you don’t think you could be satisfied with anyone else, ever.
If it was at all possible, Micah quickens his speed, the sound of skin on skin growing heavier and louder. He has to be close, and surprisingly enough, so are you. The way he’s stroking your tongue, stroking his cock through your walls—you should’ve known that you’re going to be brought to the doorsteps of your orgasm for the third time that night.
Riding out the pleasure, Micah loses himself in fucking you, trying to drag out both of your pleasures for as long as he possibly can. But in doing so, he thrusts up into too harshly and you slide up the bed. Your head knocks against the headboard and you hiss at the pain. Immediately, one of his hand moves from your body to hold the crown of your head. His hips stutter, you know what he’s thinking and so you squeeze his arm with an assurance.
“I’m okay.” He hears you, but his hand doesn’t leave. Micah fucks you with a calculated carefulness. It’s rough but controlled and you’re attentive of the way his hand bumps against the wall, protecting you. Your heart tightens with so much love for him–and that’s not the only thing that tightens. You feel how much he cares for you in every thrust, the roughness from wanting to please you and the hesitation from not wanting to hurt you. It completely melts your heart and your pussy and you can’t help but clamp down on him. He shudders in response, his orgasm imminent and you squeeze down once more–ready to cum again and this time determined to take him with you. As the veins from his cock twitch in size, you feel his dick imprinted inside you–and it makes you hope that your pussy stays in the shape of his cock forever.
As if he could read your mind, Micah grins back and embraces you, slamming the entirity of his cock into you with every thrust. He pulls you closer to him just as that pleasure in your gut snaps. Your pussy clamps down around him, unwilling to let him go and with a throaty moan, Micah fucks into you once, twice and then he’s unraveling inside of you. His cum paints your walls and you sigh at the feeling of being filled even if the excess cum starts being drilled out of you.
“I love you, Micah.” You end up saying when he finally slows to a stop.
His cock twitches inside of you at your declaration, and he lifts his head up to meet your gaze. Right in his eyes is his affection for you. “A-Angel. I—fuck. I love you too.”
God, he’s unbearably cute. How Micah is so soft with his emotions after drawing out three orgasms, spanking you until your ass is red, and degrading you with a smirk is beyond you. But you’re in love with his duality, the spectrum of his boldness and flusters, and you’re glad that all of it belongs to you, just as how you belong to him.
Suddenly, Micah gasps, “Oh my god, you are absolutely dripping with cum. Holy shit!”
Well, until he says something like that.
You slap his arm, fully aware of the smell of sex in your room, and retort, “And whose fault is that?!”
Micah grins brightly, “Weren’t you the one who suggested doing this? I mean, you’re the one begging for my cock earlier sooooo.”
Your jaw drops. “Shut up! I hate you! I hate you!”
Micah’s eyes crinkle when he smiles and dives to your neck to give you a kiss. “You’re so cute, haha. I love you too~.”
You fight the smile threatening to spread on your lips. “Yeah, yeah, get out of me already.” Micah kisses your jaw then slowly slips his softening cock from your pussy. Immediately, a mixture of both of your cums and your arousal dribbles out of you and you instinctively close your legs.
Micah laughs. “Let me get you a towel.” He slowly rises from his position over you and you’re already missing his heat when the cold air breezes over your skin. You want to curl up in the blankets but laundry’s already going to be a lot after today’s sex, and you’d rather not mess up your sheets anymore than you’ve already done. Luckily for you, Micah is quick to come back with a cloth and, pleasantly, a glass of water for you.
He hands over the drink as he gingerly wipes you with a wetted part of the towel and then pats you with the dry end. Once he’s done, he tosses the dirtied cloth into a laundry basket before jumping back into bed with you. Your nose wrinkles as you take a sip of your water. “We are soooo gonna have to deep clean this.”
“Of course, but for now–,” Micah opens up his arm, preparing for cuddles, and you playfully roll your eyes. Setting the glass down on a bedside, you curl up to him and he sighs, content. He gives you a smooch on your forehead and squeezes your shoulders in a loving embrace. “This was great.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. I… uhh, might have found a new kink.”
You grin, this you had expected. “Oh, what did you like best?”
Comments
Edward
I need male verrrr!!!
DottoreIsMyBBG
When’s the male version coming? 😫
Wonky
I know you posted this like 4 months ago, but I just finished reading it. And holy shit, I was blessed by this 8-course meal you gave me and for sure, I ain't goin to heaven.
NANCY JUAREZ
OH MY DEAR LORD HAVE MERCY
Jenny Vi Pham
THANK YOU 🤭❤️
Jenny Vi Pham
I LOVE YOUR COMMENTS CHAOS 🙇🏻♀️🙇🏻♀️😭😭
Daisy
Holy cow 🥵
Windy
HOLY SHIT WE ARE *FED*. This wasn’t just a treat this was a whole damn meal *thank* you. Sweet and romantic and goofy is always fun but sometimes you just wanna have the LI manhandle you, ya know? A huge fan of the intimate moments in between - I love the juxtaposition of sweet moments peppered in. Checking in on your partner is one of the hottest things you can read/write about and I’m all here for it. Cute, goofy aftercare also seems very on brand and I adore it lmao This was amazing, thank you for the food 💛
Jenny Vi Pham
I will have the penis/anal/boy one out when the artwork is done!
