Kinkmas day 10 Thigh riding
Pairing Micheal de Santa x Male reader
Summary You’re staying at Michael’s after a mission and he sits you on his lap
Warnings cheating, plot, beer, dry humping, grinding
Michael sat on the couch watching some old movie while you came back from the kitchen with some drinks. He thanks you taking the cold beer from your hand while you take a seat next to him.
The two of you had finished a job and Michael thought it’d be a good idea for you to lay low at his house. You said you’d be fine but he insisted.
You weren’t focused on this movie at all, your eyes kept going over to Michael’s lap. He had jeans on where you can see the shape of his dick, legs manspreaded making you do the opposite and squeeze your legs together feeling all hot down there.
“You listening?” His voice snaps you out of your train of thought, eyes snapping up to his face. How long has he been staring at you for? How long have you been staring? It was obvious where your eyes were. “What? Y-yeah yeah sorry.” You respond looking away at the tv embarrassed.
He continues watching his movie before looking over at you noticing the way your trying not to move your thighs to much or change positions, he knew you had something for him, like the way you were acting now. It was obvious. It’d always do something to you when he’d praise you on missions or regularly call you pet names. Especially small little touches, placing his hand on your lower back, resting his leg against yours when he’s sitting next to you.
“Something wrong kid?” He asks giving your knee a squeeze. You swallow at the touch and shake your head. “Just distracted.” You respond. “Did a big job today. Saved our asses.”
Michael earns a small laugh “Yeah you’re welcome.” You tease and the older man tugs your arm gently. “Bet I know what’s getting you so distracted.”
You open your mouth to respond but it stays agape not knowing how to respond. Does he know? I mean yeah it’s pretty obvious. Your cheeks get warmer, maybe Michael was just seeing how far he could really get, prod around you to see how you would act.
Stutter over your words you go silent before murmuring. “Maybe you do.” Avoiding eye contact with him.
Michael just smirks slightly gesturing with his hand. “Come on.” He began. “Come sit on my lap.”
You hesitate not knowing if he’s actually serious. You stand up and stand in front of him, swaying on your toes. “You’re sure? W-what about Amanda?” You ask and he just dismisses the worry with his hand. “Do you know how many times she’s cheated on me y/n?” You just shake your head and straddle his lap biting your lip. You weren’t sure to apologize about his wife or be quiet.
He takes your chin in between his fingers making you look at him. There was a blush on your cheeks, a flustered look making him chuckle. You bring your hands up resting them on his shoulders.
Michael moves you over so your straddling one of his thighs. He then bounces one of his legs up making you gasp, the pressure against your crotch making you want to move your hips.
When a small whine escapes your mouth he slowly connects your lips, moving in sync making you grip onto his shirt.
Quickly you gain your confidence back, the embarrassed puppy eyes going away. He starts pulling the bottom of your shirt up, the two of you pulling away for just a second so he can toss your top then he starts working at his own shirt eventually matching your shirtless body.
“Rub against me baby.” He says lowly and you instantly start rolling your hips with the help of his hands. You whimper gripping onto him. “Feels’ good” Your face hides in his shoulder inhaling his expensive cologne.
The slow rolling of your hips start to get faster and more needy. Michael could tell you needed more by the way you were breathing and trying to scoot closer to him.
He lets you do most of the work before bouncing his leg again making you groan. You start grinding your hard dick against his thigh, he tenses up giving you more friction.
Michaels finger hooks around the waistband of your bottoms pulling them down over your ass. He squeezes at the soft flesh while doing so. Now you were just in your boxers, pre leaking through creating a wet spot.
You went back to grinding against his thigh after he got your pants off. More sensitive and affective now that there was only a thin layer of fabric between the two of you.
You jerk your hips clenching at his shoulders when he bounces his knee again. “Fuck Micheal!” You groan.
“Look at me.” You obey raising your head looking at his face then glancing down at his pants seeing the shape of his cock through his jeans. You wanted to pull it out, mouth watering for it but you were too focused on your uncomfortably tight boxers.
The eye contact was all too much, you wanted to look away and avoid his gaze but this was turning you on making your lower tummy all hot, your orgasm nearing. Him talking you through every grind and hump of your hips. “Michael I’m I’m close.” You pant softly and he moves his thigh making you moan.
“That’s it… good boy.” He praises gazing down at your cum filled boxers, the wet spot getting his jeans wet as well.
You slide off of him on the couch lazily leaning on him, calming down and catching your breath.
