hecallsmeback

𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐘. 🐆

IN WHICH: You edge your boyfriend. ( I really hope this is the position you meant!!)

Michael had been squirming between your thighs for about fifteen minutes now. Your hand wrapped around his eight inches, stroking him up and down as he bit down on his bottom lip.

"baby" he cried out, placing his hand over yours, trying to slow down your pace. "Don’t touch me." You mumbled, rubbing over his swollen slit on his tip.

He whimpered in defeat and dropped his hand down. "I— I just wanna cum. Please." He said, tilting his head back against your chest.

"You wanna cum? Hm?" You asked, slowly moving your hand off his cock.

"Yes.. no— what are you doing? Don’t move, please."

"I thought you wanted me to stop." You pouted, rubbing his chin with your free hand.

His eyebrows furrowed at the accusation. "What.. no, please touch me."

"You crying Michael." You said, sliding your hand back onto his shaft. "Ignore it. Please."

You smiled, stroking him up and down.

He pathetically moaned, jolting his legs wider as he felt his orgasm approach.

"Why should I let you cum? Talk to me Michael."

You could hear your boyfriend try to catch his breath before leaning up, licking over his lips. "Because.. I’ve been good, and you— I want to."

"Hmph." You muttered. "You so pretty baby, such a pretty boy." You reassured. "Ask m—"

Before you can continue you felt cum cover your whole hand, glancing at the scene quickly, he just came.. everywhere.

"Why didn’t you ask me?" You frowned, sliding your free hand from his chin to his mouth, covering it.

IN WHICH: No plot, just smut.

2:13 A.M

"Y/n." Michael whimpered in your ear as you slowly rode him, his hands at your hips, looking up at you, his bottom lip getting sucked in almost at every thrust.

"Please.” He begged, feeling his cock grow sensitive inside you. You let out a string of curse words under your breath, trying to regain the dominance you had two hours ago.

"Please." You repeated after him. "You look so pretty. Please keep still." You moaned out, feeling his legs move around the bed, clearly trying to hold back his third orgasm.

Michael tried to listen, he swore he did. But the more he stayed still the more he felt himself twitch inside your warm pussy. "Baby. Baby please."

You ignored him, still bouncing slowly, letting out a moan every time a clap noise filled his room.

Michael whimpered out of frustration, notching his pleads were being ignored.

“Let me cum. I’ll cater to you aft–after." He stuttered, moving his hands up more, right below your breasts.

A smile graced your face at the word cater. You slowly slid up, causing his dick to slip right out, he whined almost instantly.

“Why are you crying baby?" You asked, still hovering over him, letting his previous orgasm he let out inside of you drip onto his v-line.

He blinked a few times before looking at you. "I— wanted to cum inside you."

You tsk, carefully crawling off of him. "You did. Twice baby." You said, rubbing right underneath his eye where some tears did in-fact fall.

He finally regained control over his own body, sliding down more on the bed. "Sit here."

Your eyes widen, out of shock. You have been dating Michael’s and not once have you ever sat on his face. "You sure?"

"Please."

How could you resist his begging? You two went at it. Till the break of dawn.

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