𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋 → mike wheeler

v. submission

Tw: heavy smut and extremely kinky (especially with daddy kink)

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"if you're going to make me a piece in your game, don't be surprised if i decide to play."

✰˚━ HER E/C EYES DARKENED in contrast to their regular shade, her pupils enlarging with something indescribable hidden in them. Something that made Michael almost shiver.

It wasn't the normal wide-eyed saucers his heart grew to love whenever he whispered something dirty into her ear, or stroked his fingers across her delicate skin; no, there was no innocent gaze in sight.

He felt his mouth go dry. Yes, he begged to himself, don't fucking act like a good girl, you're not.

She's a bad girl. A naughty one. And no matter how hard she pretended not to be, deep down the truth lay in the foggy abyss. It was obvious.

"Would I like to punish you?" She mumbled, almost like she was talking to herself. She licked her lips quickly, leaving them all glossy and pretty before biting down on her bottom one.

She patted the space next to her on the mattress. The same mattress he's fucked her brainless on during several memorable occasions. Gulping, he managed to pull his cocky smirk over his face, standing from his position on the floor and sitting besides her on the bed. He inhaled sharply once this action was done, breath hitching at the sight of her so close up. He's seen her multiple times but she still always takes his breath away.

"Why are you so fucking mean, Michael?" She asked with a pout, staring up at his eyes, and then his lips- and then his eyes again, fuck.

He chuckled rather arrogantly, feeling all hot and stuffy in his pants already, "I'm sorry."

"Are you?"

"I swear on my mother."

"And if we leave this room and join the rest of our friends... will you play nice?"

He blinked, chest starting to heave rather quickly. He didn't know why he was such an asshole. He tried not to dwell much on it, because it surely wasn't helping his growing erection at all.

Being a dick is your thing, get over it.

Right.

"You make me sad Mikey. You hurt my feelings."

Mike squeaked when her palm landed on his clothed crotch, pressing harshly against his aching member. His face grew insanely red, he could feel the way her hand set him on fire. That same fire flared loudly, and he couldn't help but feel immensely weak.

She palmed him through his pants, her lust-filled eyes doing triangular motions as it gaped lovingly at his eyes and ever so rosey, full lips.

"Fuck," he groaned, his fingers clawing the sheets below him.

"Does that turn you on, daddy? Do you like it when you see your baby girl crying? Crying because of you. Because you humiliate her."

Her hand pushed down hard, finger tips tracing the outline of his hard cock ever so often. She leaned in, her minty breath filling his senses.

"Answer me Michael."

"No..."

"No?"

"No." He gasped, jumping up slightly when her hand unzipped his jeans, palming him through his boxers now. His eyes rolled to the back of his head. If heaven was real, this was it.