Michael/William Afton x Reader Oneshots

Smack me

smut. Michael x reader. pain kink, mommy kink, overstim, stuff like that.

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Michael is sat on the edge of the bed, his hands tied behind his arms and his ankles tied together. He's in his boxers and a lose, white tshirt.

You're stood in front of him, biting your lip as you look down at him. He sniffles, shaking his head, looking up at you.

"P-Please.." he whines out, "I'll be a good boy!" He choked out.

He squeaked, you grabbed his face quite roughly. He panted, apologizing quickly.

You press a finger to his lips, hushing him. "Did I say you can speak!?" You ask, leaning down and pressing your forehead against his.

You stared into his eyes.

He whimpered, shaking his head.

You hum, biting your lip before standing straight up once again. You cross your arms. He wiggled and squirmed, you watched in amusement.

You went down, getting on your knees in front of Michael. He bit his lip, following your eyes as you dropped. You brought your hand to his aching erection. It pressed firmly against the cloth of his boxers.

You palmed him, earning a whine. You shot him a look and he shut up. You applied more pressure, moving your hand up and down the imprint of his cock. He threw his head back and wiggled, biting his lip hard.

He bucked his hips, regretfully. He shook his head quickly. "I-I'm sorry-!"

But you didn't give him time to apologize fully before you pulled your hand away.

"Good boys are impatient, Michael. You are not being very patient." You tsk, shaking your head.

He panted a bit, rutting his hips up.

"So pathetic!" You spat at him, he whimpered in response.

You bit your lip, staring up at him with wide eyes. You danced your finger tips along his tip. Feeling the precum bead it's way through his underwear, staining it.

He wiggled, squirming all around. His wrists rubbed against the restraints, burning his skin slightly. He cried out.

You sigh, leaning up and kissing his lips sweetly. He hummed, kissing back. The two of you shared a few open mouth kisses. Meanwhile your hands fumbled with the hem of his boxers, pulling them down to his ankles. His ankles that were turning red from their own restraints. You wrapped your hand around his cock, moving it up and down. He gasped, biting his lip.

You pull back, your hand still working his length. You grabbed his jaw with your free hand. He panted and writhed around.

"Please.." he panted.

You rub his cheek, looking at him before you smacked him blank across the face. He moaned, crying out. He looked at you, shocked.

You tilt your head, looking at him innocently. The sound of your hand moving up and around his cock and his precum slicking himself up had mixed with the noises that came from Michael's mouth.

He looked at you, drool ran down his lip and his cheeks were red, tears daring to pour down his face.

"I-It hurts.."

"What hurts baby?" You coo, caressing his jaw.

"Everything. Please.." he cried out.

You smacked him again. "Please what?"

He yelped, tears streaming down his face. He sniffled, looking at you, shaking his head.

"Please- please fuck me." He pleaded.