The Micah yujin experience!

Underneath (//∇//)🍋🌺

Hard dom, aftercare, Master, Fem M/C, switches (from both parties)

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You toss between the soft mattress and the heavy quilt, pressing its weight int your body, however comfortable you get you keep tossing and turning. the bed squeaking and rustling with every uncomfortable turn. yearning for the warmth of your partner beside you. however you know where he is. A bright glow emanates from the right side of the room as his multiple monitors light up that half of the room. its light creating a gradient between the sleepy darkness and the irritating bright lights. his Purple LED lights mixing with the luminance of his giant monitors would have normally made a comforting sight, however it just annoys you now as you toss and turn in torment. You lazily open your eyes and glance over at the alarm clock, 3:47 AM.

"Micaaaaaah..." you draw out gradually, dragging his syllables out breathily but gently. "mmhn?" He hums in questioning, but enraptured in his game with this rapid clicking to pay mind to his attention, warmth starved lover. "No-no-no! Don't shoot me! " He stresses under his breath, rapidly typing to his team-mates, shifting his headphones over both his ears. He promised to be in bed two hours ago and you miss your loser. The sounds of clicking fill your ears as you lay supine on your empty bed, pining. Shifting your weight in the bed to face the glowing brightness. Just as you open your lips to call his name again you have an idea, perhaps another use for your lips. but just as attention grabbing.

the quilt rustles from above you as you rise from the bed. the floor boards cold and uninviting underneath your feet. however you will traverse this to get to Micah, a plan forming in your head. You begin to slowly and carefully turn to your knees and crawl under his table, surely he would have noticed you if he was doing anything else than play this particular match. now positioned yourself underneath his table, sitting on your knees. you allow your hand to roam his legs and inner thighs. He jerks, obviously surprised his S/O has now teleported underneath his table. His chair rolls out, clacking on the hardwood floor. You greet his eyes as he meets your gaze. His eyes laced with confusion but pleasant surprise. "Keep playing, love" you request assertively. Your expression never falling from serious but mischievous. "i'll just be re-organizing a 'cable' " your right hand supporting you, as your left hand delicately traces his thigh, tickling it through the thin sweatpants fabric. the fabric creasing ever so slightly around your circling finger.

A bit warmer than he was a few moments ago he continues playing, per your command. Clicking and clacking filling the room as he continues. now it is your time to shine. slowly outlining his semi-hard member. you didn't think you'd get this much of a reaction from him so soon but it feels your chest with a sense of pride. you stop, look up, peer your head out from the underside and ask "Can i keep going?" as much as you want this, he needs to want this too. He nods, shaking his head vigorously, meeting your gaze. With that answered now the real fun begins. you slowly, pull down his sweats. making sure his hair stands up on his neck just with the gentle tickle of this action. pulling his underwear down with it. The sexual tension in the air is thick, but intoxicating. spitting in your left hand as your pump your arm up and down, feeling the texture of his member and the twitching of desperation from it.

Making sure to rub the tip ever so slightly to drive him to tease him. how you enjoy teasing him. mewls, whines and soft moans are elicited from his mouth. you hear the clicking slow as your continue your assault, as his legs twitch and you feel his weight press down on the table. slowing your hand to a halt. "Angel... please" he whines, face face peering from overtop the desk. His eyes beg for your hands, your magic.

"Keep playing then." you assert.

"My team-mates are suspicious already, I'm missing shots! please can we go to the bed?" giving you his best puppy eyes, waning on your heart, how you hate to see him upset. but you weren't ready to give up control over him just yet. the soft light the monitors emit turn off and the floorboards squeak from wheels being rolled over them. crawling from under the table in confusion to investigate what your partner is doing, to find his monitors, LED's the entire set up now shut off. leaving you in darkness, only with the subtle luminescence of moonlight peering through your window. The shifting of curtains to fill this deafening silence "Micah?" you call out, room feeling much more lonely than it once did. your waist is captured from behind, lifting up your frame as your legs extend beneath you. you are slammed into the bed, the quilt jumping and unfurling from this action. Micah residing above you, both hands either side of your head. trapping you and removing all power you once had.