Miche x Fem Reader, NSFW 🔞
This smut contains: Gentle!Dom Miche, fingering, dirty talk, oral (female receiving), face riding/nose grinding, P in V, multiple positions, use of Rank in bed, mention of aftercare.
((Enjoy, you sinners 😈. It's kind of a long read, so be prepared lol)) . . .
He was always so damn intimidating. Even standing in front of him right now. Watching his eyes look you over, as if he was assessing you..it made your stomach churn.
You could barely hear him inhale through his nose. Savoring your nerves. Your anticipation. Wearing a nightgown that covered your arms and legs did nothing to actually shield you.
Miche sat there with his legs spread, still in his uniform, with his gaze locked onto your form. Every curve, every line was making his mouth water. You wouldn't know how starved he was for you with how stoic he was. His brows furrowed, and the subtle clench of his jaw gave nothing away.
He nodded his head at you, that raspy baritone of his pulling you from your self-consciousness.
"You're nervous. Breathe for me."
He commanded, watching you take a steady, shaking breath. Then another. Your pounding heart wasn't helping.
Miche leaned back in his seat, brushing his ash blonde hair out of his eyes. He beckoned you closer with a slight motion, a grunt leaving his throat. Every step towards him made your legs feel so weak. Standing before him, you went to crawl into his lap. The Section Commander placed a firm hand onto your hip, guiding you to turn your back to him.
"Bring your ass against me, and don't be so stiff. I got you."
His own breathing had deepened, his words laced with greed as he looked you in the eye. Your obedience, the shape of your waist, and the flesh of your ass made him throb in his uniform pants. It was borderline painful, but he was a man of restraint. The weight of his heavy, calloused palms anchored you in his lap, as the fabric of the silk covering your hips was pushed up towards your waist. His fingers moved with surprising grace, lifting just under the skin of your thighs to hook your legs over his own. You were spread, your back against the rumbling of his chest, and your head lying back against the space of his shoulder. His stubble was already grazing your skin as he pressed his tongue against your pulse line, tasting your skin and those pheromones that were driving him into quiet madness.
"There we go..right where I want you."
Miche wanted nothing more than to break you, but he knew he had to be tender with his size difference. However, that didn't stop him from steadily, aggressively rocking his hard-on against the pit of your cunt. His heavy hands reached under your thighs, lifting them just enough to leave you helpless. Everything felt hot, from your cheeks to your breath, until his fingers finally reached into your panties.
Thick and weighted, he smeared your arousal up and down your pussy lips, a heavy, rumbling growl vibrating in his chest. Your soft, shaking moans only growing louder as he spread the mess over your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves so tenderly.
"So fucking soaked for me. That's right baby, let me make you forget everything."
He spoke with a rasp in your ear, slowly plunging his fingers into you. The sound alone was obscene, but he seemed to revel in it. Miche wanted more. He wanted you to stain his hand with your cum. That way, he could smell you whenever he pleased. Wanted you absolutely embedded into his skin.
Your repeated words of "please" and "Section Commander" only made him smile. The drag of his large fingers pulling out and pushing deeper, rubbing up against that spongy place near the top, his thumb still circling your clit, it was no wonder your first orgasm dripped down onto his floor. Staining the crotch of his pants. His lips latched onto your neck as you writhed, suckling and kissing the skin as your thighs trembled.
"You want the bed, gorgeous?"
You nodded weakly, voice lost from how he'd already made you scream. After he licked his fingers clean, his eyes rolling back at the taste, Miche maneuvered your body in his arms. Carrying you bridal style to his significantly larger bed, his heavy footsteps acting as a tolling bell to a pleasurable demise.
The second you were sat down, he tugged the nightgown over your head, tossing it aside. He began to work on his uniform, his eyes pinning you to the center.
"Spread your legs. Keep playing with yourself. I want my meal ready before I start eating."
You nodded, immediately moving to slide your panties down your legs. You kept your eyes on Miche as your fingers replaced his own, making you writhe and whimper at how sensitive the mound was. Meanwhile, his eyes shamelessly locked onto the sight, his burly form revealed as he tossed away his jacket, boots, and shirt. At least he didn't have to deal with that stupid harness, his belt coming off easily.
"Such a good girl. Fuck, your pheremones are so strong."
He sniffed the air, that cocky smirk returning to his chiseled features. Instructing you to lie back, he got on his knees, kissing your inner thighs and watching you lick your essence from your fingers. His stubble rubbed against the sensitive skin, before his tongue licked flat up your cunt.
"Grind on my nose. That's what it's there for."
He encouraged, before spreading your pussy lips and thrusting his tongue into your aching hole. His hands kept you flush against his face, pulling down on your hip and pressing your thigh back. Miche absolutely devoured you, lapping you up, suckling, and slurping as if you were all he craved. His jaw strained, but he didn't care, his eyes rolling back as he worshipped you.
Watching you scream, arch your back, seeing your flesh jiggle, God it made him so painfully hard. He was throbbing and pulsing. He couldn't take it.
"Fuck this. Sit on my face. All the way down."
He said it like a command, but it came out nearly begging. He looked absolutely feral, his lips parted and panting as he licked them, helping you line your pussy up with his mouth. He smirked as he watched you hesitate, slapping your ass and grabbing the fat.
"Hey, don't worry about me. Don't give a fuck about me, I want you to cum on my mouth."
He grinned wolfishly, closing his eyes in pure bliss as you finally sat down. Grabbing the headboard, you allowed his hands to guide you. Slapping you down onto his tongue, grinding against the thick, hard ridge of his nose, you were so close to cumming again. Miche felt drunk off of you. Looking up the expanse of your belly, watching your tits bounce and jiggle as you abused his tongue, it was the most perfect sight to him. Especially when you arched your back, giving him more to swallow once your went taut.
"C-Commander, f-uck, ah-!"
He'd never felt more full. Helping you lift off of him, watching you tumble onto the bed with your breaths coming out in heavy pants, he licked his lips, your scent lingering on his mustache and making him impatient. He pulled you into a deep, dominating kiss, parting your lips so you could taste yourself. Inhale the very scent that drove him to madness.
"I'm so fucking hard. You can give me one more, yeah? Wanna be balls deep inside of you."
He rasped out, watching you nod and smile in a daze. He loomed over you, pulling you against him and nipping at the skin of your neck. The taste of your sweat-slicked skin absolutely addicting. You could feel the weight of his cock against you, the underside sliding against your slick. He was heavy. Thick. Throbbing and begging for release.
"Keep your eyes on me. I wanna see your face when I stretch you out."
"Miche, please, please go slow."
You whined, and he nodded. Slowly, teasingly nudging the tip inside of you. The heat of him, the sensation of the stretch, it would have been so painful if he hadn't prepped you like a mad man. He let go of a guttural moan, his eyes rolling back at the salvation he found within you. Rocking his hips to get deeper and deeper, he turned his attention to the "O" shape of your mouth, and the flushed skin on your face and chest.
"Fuck, it's so good, baby..such a fucking mess for me. I'm sliding right in."
It felt so filling. You were pinned. Your thighs rested on his as his size kept you spread open. You could feel the beat and throb of his cock, your cunt clenching around him. Once he was fully sheathed, you could see the restraint in his face. His hand dug into the pillow beside your head, his other one holding your waist to keep you arched. He wanted to cum right there, but he knew that wouldn't be fair. He wanted to stuff you properly, so he held himself back. And yet, he was giving shallow thrusts to ease you.
"Shit, hun, please..please let me fuck you so good. God, I wanna fucking destroy you right now, it's so tight."
"Take me. Take me, Miche."
You reached a hand up, cupping his cheek as an act of reassurance. You swore you saw the devil in him once those words left your lips. He kissed your palm, moving to sit on his knees as his hands moved to cup your ass and hips. With a low growl, he lifted your lower half, pounding with no mercy. Every beat of his cock slamming inside of you made the bed shake. Skin slapped against skin, and you knew you'd have bruises in the morning.
"That's it, that's my good girl. Taking my cock like such a greedy slut. She missed me, huh? This pussy missed my fat cock? Tell me. Fucking tell me!"
He degraded you so well. Your moans and screams were relentless as you swore you saw stars. He was beating up against your cervix, the head hitting that delicious spot inside of you over and over.
"Yes-!! My pussy missed you, it missed you so much, Miche, fuck-!!"
He headboard was slamming against the wall now. Even as he loomed over you, pressing your knees back towards your chest. He was grunting and moaning shamelessly in your ear, folding you into a mating press as his balls slapped against your skin repeatedly.
"Take it, milk me dry, baby. You're gonna take every fucking drop I give you."
He growled, going harder and harder, not caring about the pain building up in his hips. He wanted to see this through, wanted to finish making a mess of you. Your nails dug into the back of his neck, leaving red scratch marks as you felt him bully his dick inside of you.
"Cum in me, cum in me, please!"
He was so weak for your whines. He rutted and screamed out as his cum shot deep and hot inside of your womb. Miche couldn't stop himself even if he wanted to, gritting his teeth as he pumped you full. Your own orgasm followed, clenching and keeping him inside.
"Fuck, Miche, milk it in me,"
"I know gorgeous, I got you."
He whispered, trembling as he released your legs. His hands massaged them so tenderly, his body gently lifting so he could pull out without hurting you. Looking down, he saw the mess he'd made of you, smiling with exhausted satisfaction.
"You hurting, beautiful?"
He asked, concerned as he rubbed your lower belly. Once you shook your head "no", he lied down, bringing you to rest on top of him.
Heavy breathing left you both. Cupping your cheek, he placed a kiss on your forehead, smiling against the skin.
"You did so good. My beautiful girl, I'll take good care of you. Anything you want."
You thought for a moment, smiling as you rested your chin on the back of your hand, turning to look up at his face.
"A bath..then, maybe some food."
A hearty chuckle escaped him. He nodded, lying his head back, rubbing your back and hips with gentle care.
"Yes ma'am. Just let me hold you for now."
