MALEFIC (Michael Langdon x Reader)

Smut

An:I know that based on the cover y'all think there is smut and I didn't put it. Well here is a special chapter dedicated to those smut lovers. Warning:very cringe

 

Years later~

  Michael and I became close close friends. Eventually it blossomed into a relationship. He was at the gym this moment while I was cooking his favorite dinner, pizza. He's always loved it. I finished the toppings and slid it in the oven.

  I walked back to our bedroom and opened the closet. My shiny lingerie caught my eye. I smiled at it and picked it up. I ran to the bathroom and put it on. "Beautiful bitch" I told myself boosting my confidence.

  I threw on a short dress and went back to the kitchen. I waited on the pizza and finally took it out. I heard the front door open and Michael walked in. He didn't allow me to hug him until he showerd . I went to our room once again and laid out on the bed in my lingerie.

  He got out of the shower in only his towel and came into the room. He smiled once he saw me. He tilted his head and raised an eyebrow.

  "Is this what you want?"

I smiled back and got off the bed. I walked towards him and grabbed the towel. I yanked it off of him and threw it behind me. He gave me a suprised look. I got onto my knees and grabbed the handcuffs on my night stand.

  I put my hands behind me while Michael leaned over and connected them. I leaned forwards and licked his penis. He threw his back and groaned. I managed to put his penis is my mouth with no hands and sucked.

  He was groaning and put his hand on my head pushing me more making me feel his long dick slide down the back of my throat. When he was about to cum and pulled himself out of my mouth.

  He lifted me up and threw me on the bed but was careful. He got on top of me and I felt his dick against my stomach. He leaned down to my neck leaving bruises. He kissed me on the lips and bit my ear.

  He grabbed my hips and lifted me up while he was on his knees. He leaned forward and rubbed his dick on the entrance of my vagina. I gasped as he pushed into me. I moaned and bucked my hips. He grabbed my waist and flipped me onto my stomach.

He pounded into me and smacked my ass. He grabbed my hair and pulled it back. I was beginning to feel that familiar feeling in my core. I felt a cold metal running down my back. I grinned as pushed it harder.

  The knife brought more pleasure than pain to me as I felt him cut me. He took my blood and rubbed into my mouth. He felt my walls tightening and thrusted harder.

  I moaned his name as I came onto his dick. I told him to pull out but he insisted not to. He came in me then brought the blade to my neck.

"I love you" he whispered into my ear and slid the blade across my neck. While I was still conscious I seen the blood leak out and fall onto the bed. He flipped me over and stared at my horrified face. He shrugged and smiled digging the knife into my chest.

  It was like a knife was my ultimate death. I would never escape it. Michael will always carry out his deeds and find out about his father sooner or later. I guess I just fell in love with the wrong person. At least we tried to be better.