Hari

Get to work

content ! 18+, mentions of teasing, cock warming, hair pulling ,

"Ah, ah, ahhh-" Michael taunts, grabbing your hips and pulling them down; a sound akin to a harsh slap has him grinning ear to ear as he sheaths himself back in your gooey depths. "You were talking big game earlier, angel-" He sinks his fingers into the base of your scalp and tugs-

You hiss, hands balling into fists and pressing hard on your boyfriend's shoulders. "Too much, Michael !" you grit out between your teeth, your thighs burning in an attempt to raise yourself off of his cock. It's simply too deep like this; the pressure of his swollen tip nudging your cervix as you're forced to sit at the hands of his absurd strength.

"You better show me what you've got."

You can feel him rub every single inch of your sensitive walls with even the most subtle shift- "Too big- mmm- need to m-move-

"you whine, nuzzling your head in the crook of his neck, trying to garner any semblance of sympathy.

"You should've thought about that before running that dirty mouth of yours all day, sweets." He giggles, effortlessly holding you in place as you squirm. Michael’s ready to keep you there-cockwarming him as long as it takes for you to give him the show he's been dying for.

"Are you going to be a woman of your word?" he starts, voice low and taunting. "Or are you just a girl who bit off more than she could chew?" he hums, leaning down to plant a gentle but patronizing kiss on the crown of your head.

"You're so mean." you mumble against his skin, burying your face further into his shoulder.

"I'm mean?" he scoffs, his grip becoming bruising on your waist.

"Says the little tease-" he lifts you up- "who can't even handle dick like she said she could." and drops you back down, down, down-

"Fuck!" you cry, choking on a high pitched moan as the very back of your poor cunt is slammed via cruel gravitational force.

"m'sorry." you whisper, letting out a shaky breath and fighting tears of frustration.

"You're sorry, are you?" he mimics, his grip on your waist loosening as he pulls your head from his shoulder; dilated brown eyes crossing every inch of your pouty face.

"Mhmm-"

"I'd say you better get to work, then." Michael pecks your lips before leaning back against the headboard and flashing you that cocky grin of his; two fingers raising in a round-a-bout motion.

You give in. Your hips start moving on command-grinding, bouncing, rolling. Every small movement has you keening and him laughing with victory; occasionally raising his hips to meet yours just to see you twitch-

You're in for a long (and hard) night.

Size difference

content ! 18+, unprotected p in v, praise, sweet sex, pet names (baby, honey)

"fuck!" you cry, throwing your head back and letting your jaw go slack. michael is pistoning his hips against yours relentlessly, the only sounds in the room being the lewd skin slapping and the heavy panting and moans emitting from both of you.

"i know, honey" he coos, trying his best to be sweet verbally despite how rough he's being with you physically. "m'sorry babygirl" he tries.

the stretch was borderline excruciating. he was just too big. the funny part is he doesn't even know he's that big! or atleast he didn't know it until you started screaming complaining about it.

"s'too big, michael!" you mewl, squirming under him, but you can't help but arch into him. it's almost instinctive.

"just breathe, baby... breathe" maybe he should take his own advice, because he's barely able to take in a full breath with just how tight your gummy walls are squeezing and fluttering around him.

"i- can't-" the pleasure becomes overwhelming when michael reaches in between the both of you to aimlessly rub at your clit, anything to get you to stop whining. he immediately notices your eyes roll back and your breath hitch. "s'that better honey?" he asks, "that feel a little better?" you nod frantically, barely able to compute his sweet words as you feel yourself growing closer and closer to coming undone. the sniveling and the cries coming from you morph into delighted moans as the stretch becomes euphoric, his praises egging you on impossibly.

"there she is" he purrs, a small, knowing smirk playing on his face.

"there's my girl" he litters your face with small kisses in an effort to calm you down as he continues his thrusts, growing closer to the edge himself.

"g-gosh- baby," he groans, his big fingers still working at your clit.

"feels s'good michael!" you moan, right at the edge. "yeah?" he moans right back at you. "that feels good, huh?" he speeds up his thrusts, making you squeal. "feel me so deep, yeah?" he looks down and sees himself poking through your lower belly. he reaches down and presses on the bulge, making you wince at the tightness. the bulge is disappearing and reappearing with every thrust. "shi-shoot, honey" he mutters.

you feel the white hot band in your tummy snap, pleasure shooting through your body as you cry out his name. that alone is enough to push him over the edge as well. he cums deep inside you, fucking into you a few last times. you both lay there, panting. he's heavy on top of you, laying sweaty on top of you (not that you mind). and of course, michael is quick to comfort you.

he pushes some of the hair out of your face, off of your damp, flushed skin. "you did so good, baby... m'sorry i was so rough" he speaks gently, kissing your forehead.

you're gonna be so sore tomorrow.