this is a book i made to just practice in and get better with descriptions and shit for lemons/smut but pls know this book's main target audience is black women but other ppl that are non-black can still read
minors pls run along tho
this book gon b...
genre: dom!reader, public sex, exhibitionism, pussydrunk!michael, vaginal sex, oral sex (m→f), sub!michaelkaiser, masturbation, cockwarming, overstimulation, dirty talking, cowgirl, car sex, begging, unprotected sex, orgasm denial, cunnilingus, michael got a humiliation kink if u blink, make-up sex, rough sex, kaiser's basically a little needy bitch when it comes to u, and u make michael clock out
word count: 6.6k+
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"WHAT IS YOUR DAMN PROBLEM? YOU'VE BEEN ACTING SO FUCKING WEIRD ALL NIGHT. EVEN NESS AGREED. Ha—is it because I didn't give you dick early this morning? Darling, I told you we could do it this evenin—" You interrupt his foolish lecturing that you no longer wished to hear.
"If you don't want to be in this relationship with me anymore, I completely understand. Let's go our own separate ways and let's speak to other people without having to worry about each other," You say, shooting your cold gaze up from your phone to find his amused eyes upon you.
He throws his now smiling face in the palm of his hand and loudly scoffs, "What is this? What is wrong now? Lord, what the fuck did I do wrong now, Y/N?"
"I just want to be done. I don't want to be in a relationship with you anymore. I'm tired of it. I'm completely drained and I'm going on a downward spiral because of you," You explain calmly.
Michael takes his face out of his hand and directs his attention back over to you, "You were fine this morning. You were begging me to take you in the locker room. Now, I am here, left having to figure out why your ass is sad and wanting to break up with me yet fucking again. Seriously, what have I done to—"
"Everything! Everything! You are so damn arrogant and full of yourself that it's hard to have a simple conversation with you. The conversation is always you being the center of the topic. The conversation is always you speaking. And let's not start on how you just embarrassed me in that damn party. All those people already hate that you're dating me, and they've been nothing but rude and disrespectful towards me. But you, you don't see it because you'd rather go flirt with some stupid ass bitches in the party and get touched on by them, and when I call you out on it, I'm so insecure. I take everything too seriously. I'm being a bitch. I'm doing too much and I need to move. I'm pissing you off. I tell you the boundaries that I don't want you to cross, and you cross them anyways because you don't fucking respect me, care about me, or love me. You're such a piece of shit towards me and I'm actually so through of acting like I'm happy when I'm not. I'm genuinely tired of dating you and I want to be done with this, Michael," You loudly made yourself clear before scooting far away from him in the dimly lit, spacious limousine. The driver rolled down the tinted privacy windows to speak to you both, but Michael halted him.
