Can I get a dom reader overstimulating a sub Michael?
Softdom!Reader for Sub!Michael surpemacy. I wanted to be mean to him, but I just couldnât. This just jumps right into it đ
Warnings: Explicit content, P-in-V, overstimulation, light dacryphilia
Michaelâs whine was unusually high pitched, his head falling back against the pillow as his body shivered harshly. His wrists were tethered to the headboard by. pair of black fuzzy cuffs, a gag gift he had once gotten you for your first anniversary.
Your hand continuously stroked his cock, keeping a steady pace as you ran your fingers over the length of his erection. Pools of cum were scattered over his stomach, thighs and your hands, some patches almost dry, signifying the amount of time you had been jacking him off. Tongue darting out between your lips, you placed a gentle lick to the underside of his cock, your arousal churning at the frustrated groan he released. âCome on, pretty boy. Use your words, tell me what you want,â purring the words as you latched your lips around his tip. His hips tried to buck away from the warmth of your mouth, his stomach and thigh muscles jumping from overstimulation.
Michael was breathless, lazily pulling at those fuzzy handcuffs in an attempt to push you away, make you stop your agonizing actions to his cock. âPl-⊠Please,â was all that your boyfriend could say, his voice catching in his throat when you swirled your tongue around his tip, your hand stroking the neglected part of his length. Unsatisfied with your answer, you simply continued your actions, taking more of him into your mouth every so often.
Michaelâs head shook, his eyes squeezing tight as he tried to shimmy away from you once again. You dug your nails into the skin of his thigh, grounding him and silently reminding him of what you asked of him. âFuck, please (Y/n), fucking stop!â his voice cracking halfway through his plea. Ropes of cum unexpectedly shot from his tip, but you swallowed the spend greedily. You suckled on his tip a little harder before pulling off of him, pressing a kiss to his tip.
âIâm just showing you more attention, Michael. Isnât that what you asked for?â you teased, wasting no time in stroking his cock once again. The man didnât answer you, instead his head hitting the pillow almost dramatically when you ran your thumb over his weeping slit. âWeâre almost done, love. Just hold out for me,â you whispered sweetly, placing one last kiss to the manâs thigh before pushing yoursef up from your laying position. Crawling gently up and over the man, you saw how his lips were pulled into a pout and tears were brimming his eyes. Leaning to his face, you pressed gentle kisses over his face, murmuring praises against his skin with each peck.
Raising your hips from the man, you reached between your legs to grasp at his aching erection. The breath in his throat hitched at your tongue and his eyes squeezed tightly shut, the tears finally falling from his deep brown eyes. Directing his tip at your soaking slit, you pushed your hips down little by little, engulfing his overstimulated sex with your wet walls.
âThatâs it, sweet boy,â you purred as your rump met Michaelâs thighs, his cock fully sheathed and pulsing inside of your pussy. Tears continued streaming down his face as it contorted in painful pleasure. He had gone almost nonverbal at this point, his mouth hanging open and senseless whines mixed with repetitive âyes, yes, yesâs being the only noise he made as you bounced on his overused erection. The handcuffs clinked as his hands pulled one last time against them, a tired attempt to touch you, to do anything he could to feel your skin beneath his hands to ground him and help him through his orgasm.
Your hands were planted firmly on his chest, taking in his features as he writhed beneath you. Leaning over, you pressed your chest flush against Michaelâs, placing a gentle kiss to his tear stained cheeks. âCome on, sweet boy. Just a little bit more. Just give me one more, darling,â you whispered to him, drinking in the low, choked whine he let out. You hovered over him as your hips rocked faster, humming soft praises to him.
The way he looked so angelic beneath you combined with his length stretching your walls, it made you already close to your finish. You decided to spare him from any further torture and sped up your pace, chasing your own high at his final expense of the night. âHang on, love, Iâm so close. Just hold out for me a little longer,â you soothed him, kissing all over his face. Sitting back up, you angled your hips so that his member was directed at your g-spot, striking it each time you took him back inside of you.
It was only a moment later that you stopped your movements and suck in a sharp breath as you hit your orgasm, a drawn out moan following after. You felt Michaelâs spend coat your walls, looking down at his exhausted form. Leaning forward, you unclasped the handcuffs, his arms coming to fall lazily by his side. Lifting yourself off of him, you placed a chaste kiss to his forehead, stepping off of the bed to grab a wash cloth.
Coming back to the curly haired man, you apologized about the cold temperature of the cloth as you tenderly wiped his face, cleaning up the tears and sweat from his flushed cheeks. You were diligent in cleaning his skin, making sure to check that he was okay multiple times as you did. After finishing, you tossed the washcloth to the side, crawling up the bed to lay your head on the pillow beside his head.
Wrapping your arms around his exhausted form, you stroked through his raven curls as you soothed him, applogizing for pushing him too far and thanking him for letting you do so. âYou did so good, sweet thing. Just rest now,â you pressed one last smooch to his cheek, listening as his breathing evened out and soft snores begin to fill the room. Closing your eyes, you were out soon after, enjoying the lazy cuddling you were sharing with Michael.
