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#69 walkingdead
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Warnings: a dominant reader, some bad language, kinda public sex but not really, unprotected sex (please wear condoms y’all)
Michael had done it to himself.
He deserved this. He deserved her anger and her wrath. And of course he accepted it willingly, he was greedy and never one to deny her of what she wanted - but perhaps he was a little frightened.
“Langdon.”
“Yes, my dear?”
“Why would you tell Venable about our sex life in a place where it’s “illegal”?” You fumed, nostrils flaring.
“I figured you wouldn’t mind. You’re not exactly the most quiet person in the Outpost, they probably already knew. You normally don’t care what people think of you, aside from me of course.”
“It’s the principle of it.” She took a deep breath, sliding her hands in the soft length of his hair. “You forget sometimes that I enjoy privacy.”
Her hands sharply yanked his hair so his head rolled back, exposing her throat to him so she could trail kisses down the column of it. “I have performed obscene sex acts with you as you spoke to your father.”
He gasped as her teeth nicked along his jugular, sucking for a moment.
“I have deep throated you while you spoke to idiots with ridiculous bowl cut hair styles.” Her nails dug into the skin of his shoulders. “And I have let you finger me while you interviewed someone, multiple times.”
She yanked his shirt open, happily watching the buttons fly off. “But Michael I do enjoy having a slight amount of privacy.”
“Darling I didn’t mean to offend you.” Michael’s voice was smooth, casual and cool - pretending he wasn’t straining against his pants and leaking pre-cum already. “You know I wouldn’t purposefully hurt your feelings.”
“My feelings are not hurt.” You stated. “I’m annoyed with you. That was bad of you to do, wasn’t it?”
Michael knew he did this to himself and at the moment he was grateful, but he knew this would be a long night. “It was, dare I say it was naughty.”
You snickered. “Sweetie, this isn’t going to go your way tonight. You don’t deserve it.”
He finally slid his hands down your body, gripping your hips and grinding them down against the tent in his pants and groaning. “It always goes my way. Anything you do to me is always the most appealing thing anyone could do. You could push me to the edge and not let me cum and I’d be satisfied.”
