#michael langdom

Everything is blue 

His pills, his hands, his jeans 

Summary: You’re Miriam Meads daughter, you’re home from university during summer break. You met Michael and got along well much to your mothers disapproval. She doesn’t like the fact her daughter does not believe in Satan. She has gone away for the weekend and while watching a horror movie on a Friday night with Michael he kissed you. You went to bed not wanting it to go further as not to displease your mother but you just can’t resist him.

Warning: Smut

A/N I’ve written two more prior to this a couple weeks ago which set the scene of Miriam Meads daughter and her Friday night kiss with Michael but I didn’t think they were interesting enough to post so this is technically a part three. The summary sets the scene anyway

It was Saturday morning. The sun was shining through your curtains while a gentle breeze blew them back and forth. You slowly stretched out your arms. Your little summer night dress hung down to just above your knees. As you got up a slight breeze from your window caught it making it tickle the backs of your legs. You made your way down stairs ready to enjoy your “Mother free” Saturday.

As you round the corner to the kitchen you see Michael already awake. He was sat there looking rather forlorn with his head leaning miserably on his hand. Maybe he felt down you left him to finish the film alone last night. You immediately feel a stab of guilt rush through you seeing him sat there looking that way. You rush over to him happily exclaiming ‘good morning Michael!’ In an attempt to sound as positive as you could. He didn’t look at you at first but he just about managed a ‘morning’. ‘Michael...’ you tried to make conversation but you could see how let down he felt. You were way too shy and inexperienced with guys but this was not the time to let that get the better of you. You reached out and wrapped your arms around his head embracing him as he sat there, resting your chin on the top of his head. ‘Michael I’m sorry I suddenly went to bed last night, I just felt overwhelmed by our kiss, how would my mother take it if she knew we were... you know’. Michael turned his head to look up at you with what looked like slight tears in his eyes, you didn’t take your arms from around him but loosened your grip to let them rest on his shoulders. ‘She doesn’t have to know about us...’ he almost whispered the words. You immediately felt a rush of excitement as you feel your heart flutter at the thought of a secret relationship with Michael. You impulsively lean forward and passionately kiss him. Running your fingers through his hair firmly, you’re not going to let him move away anytime soon. He reaches up to hold onto your waist and pull you down to straddle his lap as him adjusts himself in the chair slightly. No more words needed to be said, you both knew what the answer was. He began to move down, kissing your jaw and neck. He kissed you so fiercely you almost fell backwards off him. But he made sure to hold on tightly to you with his strong arms. ‘Michael!’ You gasp as he bites your neck hard, he clearly hadn’t done anything like this before but you didn’t mind. You moved forward slightly so you were sat directly on top of his crotch. You could feel him pressing against his trousers and fighting for release. He was kissing your chest now so passionately you knew he wanted to go all the way. But it couldn’t carry on here. You immediately got up off him. His face was overcome with desire for you and his eyes looked so hungry for you. You took his hand in yours and lead him upstairs.

As you entered your bedroom he immediately spun you round by your shoulders to face him and holding your head in his hands continued kissing you but working his way down this time. He pulled at the V neck of your night dress to expose one of your breasts almost tearing it in the process. Instead you pulled it off to allow him both breasts to kiss. He kneeled in front of you for a while kissing and sucking each nipple in turn. You bit your lips to stop yourself crying out when he bit down too hard. Meanwhile his hands which were holding your waist were making there way down to caress your butt cheeks. You had a thin pair of white lace underpants on which didn’t leave much to the imagination. When your breasts began to feel sore you lay back onto the bed pulling Michael on top of you. You pulled his vest off to reveal his beautifully chiselled torso. You kissed his neck and collar bones hearing his breathing become deeper as you undid his trousers and reached inside. You removed his throbbing member and caressed it firmly, you wanted it inside you now. You were so wet for him and ready for him to plunge in. You didn’t even remove your pants you pulled them aside and Michael gently but firmly pushed into you taking each other’s innocence at the same time. Michael let out a huge sigh of relief that he was finally inside you and you whimpered at the slightly sore sensation of him ripping through your hymen. He must have seen you wince because he remained still for a few seconds ‘Are you alright (y/n)? Did I hurt you?’ You didn’t want to say yes for fear that he would stop. ‘No I’m fine Michael’ you said as you kissed him once more to allow him reassurance.