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tags: Dangerous era, porn w plot, domestic smut, usage of daddy&mama, attentive Michael, overstimulation, lazy intimacy, cunnilingus, slight breeding kink, srsly the end get a lil nasty…

words: 3k (oneshot w/ plot)

Sypnosis: After being separated from Michael, he gives you a very anticipated warming up on a cold rainy night. ⊹₊⟡⋆

Michael had promised to take care of you. He kept up on his promise took care of you in every way possible.

Sexually first, whenever you needed it he was there. Even if his schedule was packed busy; he always made time for his sweet girl. Emotionally was second, you both leaned on each other equally. And lastly, you were very well off on material things. Anything you laid eyes on, was in your hands right away.

Your favorite part was the astonishing mansion he’d bought and renovated for you both— it was everything he and you imagined, he knows you so unbelievably well, its like he copied it from your mind.

You sat on the couch observing the rain pattering against the floor to ceiling glass in your living room. It was beautiful— the stunning mansion was a full-circle combination of you both.

Gently, you placed your book on the coffee table and rose from the couch, walking over to the stunning, concrete fireplace that lit up the entire living room so warmly. It’s massive and captivating— you can’t stop yourself from wandering towards it every time.

So captivating that it leaves a huge vessel for creativity in your mind. So many things it’s useful for.

Obviously warming up? Oh It gets so cold in this mansion, and maybe relaxing by it? With a fresh glass of red-wine and brand new lingerie. And the carpet. The carpet in front of the fireplace was just as gorgeous, so plush and comfortable.

God, Michael would feel so warm and comfortable while you rode him—

The thought sent a shiver up your spine, and a quiet blush arose. You quickly walked away from the fireplace, pushing down any thoughts you began to develop. Michael was out of town for a week this time, so on the spot, you’d decided to leave the thought alone.

Or so you thought.

. . .

You didn’t. You didn’t let it go at all. The week went by so unbelievably slow, so much time spent. Imagining the things you wanted to do to Michael when he was home, in front of that fireplace. The surprises you would have for him, encapsulated your mind every time you took one glance at the fireplace. So much so that you avoided the living room until he was back.

Now, a week later, you’re having a relaxing night on the sofa, inches away from Michael, and the fireplace that you’ve been fixated on.

“Baby..” Michael whispered from across the large plush sectional, as he set his book aside, You snapped your head towards him in a millisecond.

“Are you okay?” You quickly uttered, your cheeks a shade of pink from how pent up you are.

He chuckled, that soft, velvety and gentle chuckle, he looked up and bit his lip mischievously.

“No baby… I’m not okay at all.” he said, his tone carefully drawn out and calm.

“What’s wrong?” You replied quickly with furrowed eyebrows.

“C’mere sweet girl, i’ll show you,”

He lazily sat up against the plush cushions of the sofa, and patted his lap while looking towards you. You nearly tripped over your own feet getting to his lap, then you landed eagerly into his lap, earning a grunt as he shifted, not-so-subtly under your weight.

“Careful mama.” He whispered against your neck, rubbing his large hands up and down your barely covered thighs, peppering open mouthed kisses all over like he couldn’t get enough of you.

You held him against you, letting his mouth devour you, he sucked gently underneath your collar, making you gasp his name “Oh mike…”

You felt that same sensation pooling in your lower stomach, you were so empty, you had so many things on your mind, and here he was— just as needy and at your disposal. You knew he’d do anything you asked.

“Baby.” You somewhat regained your composure and gently pressed him back against the cushions.

“Seriously? I thought something was wrong Michael…”

“What?” Michael grinned, sinking down into the cushion and gripping your thighs tighter, keeping you close.

“Y’think I lied?”

“Yes.”

He smirked and drew small circles over your thigh, sensually pushing your mini slip gown up some with his thumb.

“I know that’s exactly what you did.” You looked up at him again, placing your smaller hand over his, guiding it gently higher.

Michael slowly readjusted you, so smoothly that when you blinked were straddling him.

“But, somethin’ s’wrong though baby.” He mumbled into you, with a sly grin.

You let out a low whine at the sudden movement and his words. You knew exactly what was wrong but you decided to tease him some. “Yeah?” You kissed his temple first and then you tilted his head up some, placing warm kisses all over his chin.

“What’s really wrong?” you whispered, mirroring his needy, hooded gaze, Michael’s hips twitched instinctively.

He laughed, more nervous this time by your question. He moved his hands from your waist, and quickly snaked them under your mini gown. You shuddered hard at his warm hands, Michael felt that.

“I miss you, mama.” He kept rubbing his hands up your cold, soft back. “That’s what’s wrong.”

“But I was right there?” You mumbled, keeping your eyes focused on him.

“You were so far from me,”

Before you could speak, he pulled you entirely against his chest, your clothed nipples pressing against his bare chest— You moaned into his neck at that, you felt the wetness seeping through your g string already.

Michael was attentive, there’s no such thing as asking for permission, he can feel the permission you’re already giving him. He felt your wet heat seeping through your panties, right against his hard length. The way your hips instinctively moved against him, the way you arched against him.

“Tell me how y’want it baby.” he grumbled, grinding up against your wetness as you slowly met him.

Those were the sweet words you’d dreamed of all week, every-time you walked past the fireplace.

You glanced back at the fireplace, and then at him. You felt the heat creeping up your cheeks, and the heat of his gaze.

“I- I think-“ Your breath caught, shivering softly.

“You cold mama?” He interrupted, he was partially right. You were cold everywhere except for your throbbing-aching pussy.

“A little” you agreed softly, pressing down against him, and nuzzling further into his nape.

He pulled his arms from the inside of your gown, and felt up your arms and hands. He let out a low groan, “Oh you’re freezing baby… we can’t have that now. Can we?”

“Michael..” you whimpered softly as you melted more and more into his lap.

Without another word, he slowly rose from the sofa, lifting you with him. “Let me warm you tonight baby.”

He walked towards the fireplace, you tightened your legs around him in high anticipation— it’s like he completely read your mind, he read you like a book and you didn’t even have to ask.

He gently lowered you both onto the fluffy rug, until he was sitting up with you in his lap. The fireplace was already lit, setting a gentle dim atmosphere, the rain outside had picked up but it quickly turned to white noise.

You cupped michaels face softly and kissed him gently, pulling back and savoring his taste before leaning back in.

This time he wrapped his entire arm around your waist, holding you with one arm and leaning back on the other, while he let you take what you wanted.

You pulled back from the wet kiss, catching your breath and breathing heavily. “This is so much better…” you smirked and looked down.

“Y’warm now dollface?” He asked, looking up at you with adoration and love, a hint of playfulness.

“mm… yes baby” You replied with a soft nod and cheeky smile before continuing the kiss.

You gently pushed him back into the soft carpet, and leaned completely against him, that gave you easy access to slide your tongue deeper against his.

“God I miss you,” Michael moaned into your mouth, his hands pushing up your gown and kneading the plump, supple skin underneath.

“Mm still?”

“Let’m feel you angel..” he purred.

It was less of an ask, and more of a heads up. One hand was already moving your damp thong aside and sliding his thumb through your sticky folds.

You moaned so responsively to his touch , he slowly switched between circling your clit and hole, taking his time.

“Please…” you begged into his chest as he played with you.

“Words mama.” He mumbled, softly patting your sticky clit with his fingers.

Your breath hitched as you sought out more friction you weren’t getting.

“I need it Michael…” you whined and whispered into his ear, before sitting up on him and grinding harder onto him— you knew he wanted it just as bad.

Michael grunted and swiftly lifted your gown, tossing it out the way— before moving to your wet panties, you leaned back and let him peel them off your throbbing, sticky pussy.

“So wet f’me.” He grunted under his breath before yanking down his own sweatpants, just enough— and pulling you over his thick hard length.

He kissed you as he lined himself up with your slick hole, your juices already dripping down his tip and to his veiny shaft. You couldn’t think straight, not with his thick leaky tip pressing against your neglected hole, his hands all over you, and the fireplace cascading a warm glow onto both of you, Michael looked so beautiful.

He interrupted your thoughts, he moved his hands to your waist and met your stare, he mirrored the way you looked at him,

“Such a pretty girl,” he whispered, full of adoration and love.

Before you could respond you felt him sliding in, stretching you inch by inch, your breath hitched as you threw your head back. He pulled you back down, flush against him and he let you adjust for a second, before delivering a long hard thrust into your g-spot.

“Baby!” Your legs trembled and your pussy clenched hard around his girthy dick.

“Ride me baby,” he commanded, his strong hands on your thighs to guide you.

You listened, planting your hands over his chest and sitting up completely. “O-Oh… It feels so good baby,” You moaned out in harmony with him, rolling your hips back onto him, taking him to the hilt.

“Y’like that mama?” Michael huffed out, firmly guiding you up and down— forcing you to take his entire cock. You moaned even louder at that, and your juices flowed out even more as he split you open.

“Shittt,, I missed y’so bad…”

“I missed you more, ma” He grunted out.

He planted his feet against the carpet, giving him the leverage to thrust up into you. He then gripped your ass and bounced you up and down in harmony with his thrusts. You felt every vein of his cock grazing your g-spot, every thrust felt like heaven.

“Fuckkk— don’t stop!” You whined softly, your legs shaking as your combined fluids dripped down your thighs and onto his pelvis.

He had one hand planted on your waist, his other hand coming up to grip one of your tits perfectly. He sped up, as you kept gushing around him and moaning his name.

He kept going for what felt like eternity, a blissful, stretched out eternity. Every-time you or him got closer to the edge, he slowed down. He was savoring your wet warm hole that gripped him perfectly.

He then pulled you back down against him, your boobs pressed flush against his chest, he kissed you deeply as he sped up again, fucking his pre-cum in and out of your needy hole.

The wet squelching sounds mixed with you and Michael’s moans only fueled the fire— especially for Michael.

Before you knew it, your back was hitting the carpet as Michael straddled you, lining his cock up again and slipping it back in so quickly that you didn’t even notice it was gone.

He hitched your legs open, keeping them hitched apart with his strong firm grip on your thighs, he sped up even faster as he watched your juices squirt out around his thick length.

“Michael— ah!” You whined out, covering your face for a millisecond, as your legs threatened to close from the aching overstimulation. The stretch was almost unbearable.

“Don’t hide that pretty face from me,” Michael whispered mid-grunt,,, quickly disconnecting your hands from your teary eyes.

Your legs trembled even harder, you felt yourself coming undone quickly, it was too much. You squeezed around him and squirmed even harder, eliciting a choked moan from Michael— he was breaking too.

“God— Take it baby!” Michael tightened his grip on your legs, and he started delivering long, deep, and precise strokes.

You felt his warm pre-cum gushing out inside you— mixing with your slick fluids that were dripping everywhere.

“Please daddy,” You broke from the constant strokes directly into your g spot, you cried out loudly.

Michael let out a broken moan, his pace stuttering as his cock twitched violently inside of you.

“Yeah I- I found it mama,” he kept thrusting in the angle that was making you cry from how good it was, he sped up, his slick balls slapping loudly against your ass.

“Fuck- Right there, right there,” You cried, as he fucked you to your peak, your back arching up as you grip Michael’s hands, which haven’t left their place on your achy thighs.

Michael delivered one last, hard and rough thrust to that spot, and then he felt the way your pussy squeezed so tightly around him, and your juices that gushed out, coating his entire cock and the carpet underneath you both.

“Shittt!!! M-Michael!” You screamed, your mind going blank, you couldn’t feel, see, or hear anything else except for Michael, stretching you beyond your limit.

Michael wasn’t too far behind you, you felt his thick seed flood your throbbing hole, he swiftly pulled out— his cum still gushing from his cock. He whined your name repeatedly as he painted your leaking pussy with his sticky seed.

He collapsed into you, kissing all over you, your boobs, your neck, anywhere that he could. And you held him close, rubbing up and down his back and kissing his temple. You always loved how soft and sensitive he was after you two would finish.

“Baby,” Michael whimpered, his legs trembling against your shaky legs. “I love you,” he whispered gently into your ear.

“I love you so much.” You whispered back, a quiet smile growing across the both of your faces.

Michael leaned back onto his knees, observing your overspent pussy, he gently ran his thumb through your folds, causing you to shiver and close your legs.

“Mphm!” You whined loudly at the overstimulation.

Michael chuckled and soothed your thigh with his thumb. “M’sorry princess,”

He grinned down at you, his mouth opening before he closed it, and looked down.

“What?” You giggled out softly, still catching your breath.

“Nothin’… I jus wanna see you baby,” He said, slowly looking back up at you.

“I knew you were gonna ask that,” You laughed, slowly spreading your shaky legs for him again, and rolling your eyes. “be gentle baby.”

He rubbed your inner thigh slowly, his thumb dangerously close to your pussy, which had his cum and your juices smeared all over it and dripping out your juicy hole.

Michael carefully brought some back up and pushed it in slowly, eliciting a loud mewl from you.

“Mm- Mike…” You whined out.

“Are’y hurting mama?” Michael asked, looking up at you with loving, genuine concern. “Did anything hurt at all?”

“Mm mm. It’s jus’ too good,” you replied.

Michael smirked and paused, before teasing your sticky hole again, rubbing his thumb around it and pressing the tip of his thumb into it.

“Ah! Michael!” You whined even louder, closing your legs back, but that didn’t stop him.

“Can y’gimme one more baby? I wanna taste you so bad, you got no idea,” He grunted out, keeping his thumb pressed there.

You nodded softly, already feeling yourself growing wetter. You could never turn Michael down when he gets this needy. Michael reached for a throw pillow nearby, and hitched it underneath your hips, before he spread your legs again, looking at the mess you both made before like a work of art.

He leaned down over your pussy and blowed it, the coldness making you even more slick.

“Don’t tease m- Mmphm!!!” You called out as Michael cut you off with his mouth, lapping up the sticky mess you both created, he slipped his tongue inside, gathering any mess there before spitting down onto your already-sloppy cunt.

You let out a broken moan as he went down and began to suck like his life depended on it.

“Hah- Mm! I cant- Michael!!!“ You were mumbling out things you couldn’t even comprehend, meanwhile Michael kept sucking your puffy clit, and licking up any sticky remnants.

Michael groaned, sucking harder and applying more pressure with his tongue, he held you apart firmly. You quickly felt another wave pooling in your lower stomach.

“Fuck fuck fuck!” You moaned loudly as your release gushed out hard, dripping steadily. You threw your head back completely, feeling dizzy from the intensity.

Michael moaned, licking up every last drop of your release, “You taste so good, mama. I could do this all night” he mumbled against your pussy.

You knew he wasn’t lying, so you quickly pushed his head back softly.

He leaned up, letting out a satisfied chuckle, and examining your puffy pussy and giving it a light slap, you jumped softly with a moan. “Such a pretty lil pussy.” He added.

“You’re so crazy, Michael.” You laughed, pulling him down next to you and putting your weak leg across his.

He kissed your forehead, looking down at the warm glow cascading over you. “Only for my princess,” he whispered.

“I knew you wanted this right here.” He added on,

You paused for a beat, before looking up at him with a confused innocent expression.

“What?”

“I seen how you looked back at the fireplace when I asked how you wanted it.” He mumbled against your forehead, while he soothed you gently.

“Guess I’ll have to warm my princess up more often hm?”

You smirked “Oh my god Michael you really are crazy,” You remarked, shoving the pillow onto his face.

But secretly you knew this spot would be incorporated into the list of different sex locations in the house.

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