The kiss

𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 (hoard) x crybaby!reader (fem) ⟡ 1.0k

⟡ ⋆ ˚ ✿ ˖ Age gap ; Michael (29) + Reader (22). DDLG ; potential BDSM, dumbification. Mutual masturbation. Spanking, bruising (nondescript). Fingering, v. Dumbification. Brief cock nursing. Aftercare + cuddles. ⟡ All Characters 21+ ੈ♡‧₊˚ ,

𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝟷 : ⟡ “ The thought of daddy!Michael giving subby Reader pussy inspections … Spread out for him every night, struggling to remain still while he’s checking you closely, in the hopes he’ll reward you for being good. ”

𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧 𝟸 : ⟡ “ the new michael pic in the blue vest … it’s the look daddy gives you when you come home late, and he needs to spank you for worrying him. ” ⟡ mailbox 🌈

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Summary: Wesley Wyndam-Pryce rushes over to try and protect you, but you guys end up cutting a different deal

Warnings: mdom, light degradation, brat taming, toxic

Names Used: brat, good girl, slut, sir, y/n

Word Count: 2350

Written 2025

You wake to the sound of frantic knocking on your door. You throw on your robe and grab the loaded glock from your nightstand, finger hovering over the trigger ready to shoot at a moments notice. You tiptoe to your apartment door and peer through the peephole.

"I know you're here, your car is in the port! Open the door already!" Wesley pounds harder on the door.

You roll your eyes and set the gun down by your keys. "Go away!"

Wesley seems relieved despite your obvious annoyance. "Y/N, are you okay?"

"I would be if there wasn't a crazed Englishman at my door in the middle of the night!"

This makes him laugh. "You're alive! Let me in, we have to talk."

Your hand pauses on the deadbolt when you remember you're mad at him. "Get out of here before I shoot you."

Wesley sighs. "In case you forgot, I'm not a vampire, I don't need an invitation. So... let's talk." He keeps his voice low now and it sends chills down your spine.

You groan but start unlocking the many locks on your door. You don't even look at him as he enters, instead going into your kitchen and setting the kettle on the stovetop to boil.

"What's so important this time? Is the world ending again? Is another demon after me? Did you fall and need me to kiss your boo-boo better?" You lean back against the counter with your arms crossed.

"Wolfram and Hart sent another demon after you. I think my protection spell is working, but you'd be safer with us."

"No!" You take a deep breath to calm yourself. "No. Not again. At this point I should just let them kill me."

"Don't say that." Wesley says softly.

"Don't pretend to care, we both know you were just using me to get over your little crush."

"And yet, I don't remember you complaining about being used." Wesley stands across from you in the small kitchen, so close you can feel the heat coming off of him. "Or did you forget your intentions weren't exactly pure either?"

You feel the embarrassment washing across your face and quickly avert your gaze to the linoleum.

"So what, I'm supposed to just pickup and move again? You could fly me to Antarctica and they'll still find me. Have you ever thought maybe it's my time?"

"The prophecy says you are meant to play a part on the war against good and evil-"

"Screw the prophecy!" You snap. "I want my life back. I want to be a waitress in a shitty L.A diner. Not a piece in whatever games you guys are playing."

Wesley rubs his temples, collecting himself to speak again. You jump as the kettle whistles, knocking your tin of teabags to the floor. By the time you've removed the kettle from the heat Wesley is already on the ground. He kneels down on one knee, handing the tea up to you.

"What do I have to do to convince you to come? I'm on my knees, I'll beg." He raises an eyebrow. "Although if I remember correctly you prefer to do the begging."

You already know his plan, and you're already planning on letting it work. He knows exactly how to get you worked up, exactly how to get you to bend to his will.

"I want Angel." You demand, satisfied by his hurt at the statement. "I don't want you anywhere near me unless you're going to fuck me. Angel can keep me safe, you can go to hell."

"But I can fuck you?" He smiles slyly.

"Well, a queller demon killed my boyfriend and the girl you love hates you so yeah, why not?"

"You're such a brat." Wesley mutters.

He leans forward and grabs your legs, his rough hands running up and down your skin. You've completely forgotten about the tea. You don't want to be mad at him anymore. So you close your eyes and let out a sigh. His hands find their way up your robe and to your thighs. Without thinking, you part your legs to give him easier access.

"Just like that? I would've thought there was a little more fight in you."

"Shut up." You whisper, but he's right as the fire within you takes a new shape. From explosive, wild, and defiant. To a softer yellow, dancing around his fingers like the flickering flame of a candle.

"I could always stop." He splits open the bottom of your robe and plants a soft kiss on your navel, kissing down and down and down until... "Do you still want me to go?"

"No." Your eyes fly open and you look down at the smug look on his face. "Keep going."

"Uh-uh." He wags a finger at you. "You seem to have forgotten your manners."

"Please." You grip the counter behind you and lean back, giving him easier access. "Please don't stop, Sir."

"Good girl." He purrs, leaning in and finally kissing the heat growing between your legs.

You gasp as his tongue glides along your slit, purposely missing your most sensitive nub. The teasing doesn't last long as his tongue dips into you to get a better taste. He moans into you, the sound reverberating through your body. He wraps his arms around you and holds you tight, his tongue flicking over your clit.

The contact takes you by surprise and you have to focus on staying upright. Suddenly you realize that's part of why he's holding you so tight. He knows just how shaky your legs can get. Especially as his tongue laps at your clitoris. You don't hold back your moans, crying out as the pressure of his licks intensifies. He releases your clitoris to look up at you triumphantly.

"Dear God, you're already such a mess for me. You think you can handle cumming and standing? Or do you need to lie down?" He leans back in to tease you once more, lightly tracing circles all around you with his warm tongue.

"Mhmm." You clutch at his hair and pull him back up to your clitoris. "Don't stop. Please, I can take it. Please, Sir."

You're sure he'll pull away, make you do better. But he's needed this just as much as you. He pulls you forward and lets your hands guide him back to your sweet spot. His tongue works impossibly harder, determined to bring you pleasure. Each moan that tumbles from your lips only encourages him. You feel the familiar pressure building up and untangle your hands from his hair to clutch the counter for support.

"Yes! God, yes!" You scream. "Thankyouthankyouthankyou." Your words are barely legible as his tongue pushes you over the edge.

Your legs shake beneath you but he holds you tight and continues his pace through the bliss. He doesn't let up until you nearly topple over, your ears practically ringing as your heart struggles to pump blood properly to your brain. Wesley's arms travel from around your legs to around your waist as he stands.

"Are you alright?" He whispers in your ear.

You don't dare look up at him. You don't want the concerned, soft look in his eyes from earlier. You want him to make your ears ring again, to distract you from the world even for a few measly minutes. Instead, you lean against his chest and steady your breathing.

Once your heart rate is back to normal, you nod, turning away from him and completely shedding your robe. You lean forward on your counter, your hands resting on the tile above the faux granite.

"You remembered." You can hear the smile in his voice.

You jump slightly at feeling his hands rubbing against your exposed ass. "Of course, Sir. You will fuck me, won't you?" You risk a look behind you. Not a single pure thought lay in his darkened eyes.

He fiddles with his belt, pulling his pants down to reveal his full erection. You lick your lips in anticipation as he grabs your hair from behind. You can feel his hardness against you as he leans over you to plant sloppy wet kisses on your neck. You moan and his kisses trail to your back, crawling down your spine.

"You're a greedy girl, aren't you? Begging me to fuck you like a slut. Why should I give you what you want? Hmh? Spoiled brat."

You whimper beneath him as his length rubs against your wetness. You're so slick he could easily slip in, but he controls his movement to tease you. To draw the neediness out of you.

"Won't you please fuck me? I want it so much. I need you inside of me." It comes out louder than you intended, but you can't help yourself. "Please, Sir, you know I can take it. Give it to me. I'll be good, I promise. Please, please just fuck me."

You sigh in relief as his tip dips inside of you. He groans and pushes the rest of the way inside you. You relax against the counter, ready for him to pound into you. But he stays deep within you, seeming to enjoy your squirming. You try and push back into him, to create some form of friction to relieve the fire burning deep within you.

"Patience, darling, patience." Wesley groans.

His long fingers dig into the flesh of your hips, pulling himself out until just his tip is inside of you. He seems to test his grip on you, massaging your hips as he rotates his waist to tease the opening of your wet hole. Half thrusting into you and half lifting your hips to meet his, he unexpectedly slides back into you. You gasp, clutching at the tiles in front of you as he pulls back out, teasing you with his tip once more before thrusting again. The pattern continues agonizingly, the pace turning you to putty beneath him.

"Oh, you feel divine." You look back to see his eyes rolled up into his head. "Take this cock, Y/N, take it and moan for me."

He increases his speed, keeping a steady pace thrusting in and out of you. You follow his instincts and let all of your moans and groans flow out of your mouth like a waterfall, loud and powerful. He's clawing your hips so hard you're sure that his fingernails will be imbedded in you. The thought makes you smile, every mark a gift reminding you of the pleasure once it's inevitably passed.

"You fuck me sooo good." Your vowels are drawn out as it gets harder and harder to think about anything other than your impending orgasm. "Please don't stop."

"Fuck." He spits out, leaning down slightly so that his hands are clutching yours from behind, pressing your palms harder into the tile. "That's my girl. All mine. You, all your holes, belong. to. me." He growls, his pace incredibly fast now.

You moan out, unable to form words anymore as your ass bounces against his thrusts. Your heat pulses around him, desperate to come again.

"That's right, be a good girl and cum on my cock. I'll reward you by filling you up." You can feel him losing it, his voice strained and hoarse, his erection twitching inside of you. "I know how much you like watching me drip from your pretty pussy."

"Oh!" You manage to squeak out before your toes curl, your legs shake and your orgasm takes you out of time and place. He continues to pound into you, prolonging the waves of pleasure.

You're still struggling to catch your breath as he buries himself deep inside of you. Each spurt of hot, sticky seed that coats your cervix elicits moans from the both of you. He collapses on top of you, his warm breath in your ear.

You come back down to earth, relishing in the feeling of your combined juices trickling down your leg. He pulls himself off of you, the relief of his weight from on top of you allowing you to take a much needed deep breath. You can't help but sigh as he pulls out of you, releasing the fresh load filling you up. But you feel almost empty without him stretching you out.

He dips his hand down and collects some of the ambrosia on his fingers. He brings them to your lips and you lick them off greedily, moaning at the salty taste. Sucking them completely dry.

"You couldn't possibly want more, could you?" He chuckles. "You want me to use my cum as lube? Huh? To fuck you with my fingers next?"

You nod, gasping as he collects what he can of what spilled from inside you and pushing it back inside of you. "Yes!" You're still so sensitive you clench around the hand pounding you. "Yes, sir. Thank you." You gasp out.

"How typical, greedy greedy girl." He uses his free hand to grab a handful of your hair and yank your head back. Taking advantage of your exposed throat, he sucks tender red splotches across your sensitive skin. "My slut." He growls before spitting on your hole to add to the mix of fuilds.

At the curl of his pounding fingers, you shake with moans. "Just like that!" You scream as he hits your sweet spot over and over.

"That's right, give me more. Coat my fingers, darling." He whispers.

Your head is released and slumps down to rest on the cold counter. He uses his newly freed hand to cup your breast, his fingers rolling over and squeezing one of you nipples. The stimulation rocks your orgasm out of you, your hole locking around his fingers. You reach behind you and push his arm away weakly, much too sensitive to handle the pressure on your g-spot. He takes the hint but still cups your throbbing heat, his palm resting against your clitoris.

"Do you want more?"

"Mmm." You flip yourself over and pull yourself up on the counter to sit. "Tea, first." You say meekly.