Warning there is smut
"FUCKING HELL MICHAEL CAN YOU THINK ABOUT SOMEONE OTHER THAN YOURSELF FOR ONCE IN YOUR LIFE?! YOU HAVE BEEN GONE FOR SIX MONTHS AND YOU LITERALLY DROP YOUR SHIT ALL OVER THE FLOOR AND RUN RIGHT TO THE FUCKING COMPUTER! WHAT ABOUT ME, HUH? DON'T YOU THINK I'VE MISSED YOU?!" You scream at your boyfriend, Michael. The prick thinks he can just go away for a long time, then come back and pretend that you don't exist.
"WHAT DO YOU MEAN "THINK OF SOMEONE OTHER THAN MYSELF"? I JUST WENT AWAY ON A SIXTH MONTH TRIP TO MAKE MONEY TO TAKE CARE OF YOU! I PAY FOR THE FLAT! I PAY THE BILLS! HOW DOES THAT MAKE ME SELFISH?!" He screams right back at you, standing up from the swivel chair.
"IT'S BEEN SIX MONTHS, MICHAEL! SIX MONTHS! I HAVEN'T SEEN YOU IN SIX MONTHS, AND THIS IS HOW YOU RESPOND TO WELCOMING ME BACK HOME? THIS IS BULLSHIT! I'M LEAVING!" You run to your room that's supposed to be shared with Michael, but it seems that now he is going to be sleeping on his own.
"What the fuck do you mean you're leaving? I don't fucking think so!" Michael grabs your hips, pulling you to him. "You're mine! You're not going anywhere, do you hear me?" He leans down low, and nearly growls in your ear, "I'm going to fuck you senseless, then we'll see if you still want to leave." His voice was deep and raspy, making it hard to resist him.
His thick hands, which were calloused and rough from months of endless guitar playing, were wrapped around your hips. Michael's fingers fiddled with the hem of your loose t-shirt, before sliding underneath the thin fabric. His hands roam upwards, pulling off your shirt in a fluid motion. He admires your pale body, kissing your collarbones and leaving a trail of saliva.
You gasp as his right hand suddenly grabs you down there and rubs slightly. "Michael, don't start something that you can't finish." you breathe into his ear.
"Didn't plan on it." he picks you up, and carries you over to the couch, throwing you onto the soft suede. He crawls on top of you, holding himself up with one arm while he strokes your bare side with his other hand. He takes this moment to savor your nearly naked body and to take in what he is about to take.
He suddenly leans down and begins to bite your nipple, harshly pulling at the sensitive bud with his teeth. Michael's sudden actions cause you to moan out in pain and in pleasure. Your sounds only cause him to move faster, and more rough. His arm relaxes so he is fully down on top of you, sliding off your panties.
His hands slide over your now completely naked body, feeling every part of you that he could reach. And he could reach EVERY part of you. He shoves his lips against yours harshly, demanding that you open your own. You refuse just to tease him and he responds by smirking slightly against your mouth, and moves his way down your torso.
He didn't touch you for a second and your held your breath for a moment, thinking that he was just about to leave, but he surprises you once again.
His mouth was suddenly on your pussy, making out with that instead of you. His tongue darted out rapidly, making you moan slightly. He began to shove his tongue into you, deep and slow, just like he would kiss you normally. His mouth was attacking your core like it would attack your mouth. He began to just lick your folds, working his way up to your clit, before slowing down.
"Look at me, Y/N. Look me in the eyes as I eat you. Look at me when I make you scream." His voice was gruff, demanding. He was in total control of what was happening, and he wanted to make sure that you knew it.
You lift your head to view Michael's beautiful, striking green eyes. It felt like he was staring into your soul as he slowly leaned down, and roughly licked your clit. His action caused you to buck your hips and moan, your eyes closing in ecstasy.
His licking suddenly stopped. "Did I tell you to look away?" He angrily questions. "No, I didn't. Oh boy, you're going to get it now." He rips off his sweatpants and sits down on the couch, pulling you onto his lap.
His hands grab onto your hips, and pick you up. you feel his cock stand up on end, pointing straight at your pussy.
"Hold on for the ride, Princess. It's gonna be a rough one." he whispers from behind you. And with that he drops you onto his dick, thrusting upwards simultaneously. He groans into your back, kissing the skin there.
"Fuck, Michael." You scream, grabbing onto his hands that were still on your hips.
He repeats his actions, thrusting harder this time. He does this again and again, moaning and groaning the entire time.
"Michael," you pant, unable to think from all of the pleasure of Michael pounding into your from behind and below you.
"Say it again, babe." he grunts, thrusting again.
"Michael!"
"Louder!" he demands "Let the whole fucking neighbourhood know that I'm fucking you like the little slut that you are!"
"MICHAEL!" you scream into the air, gripping Michael's thighs just as he lets out one last, hard shove upwards causing both of you to reach an orgasm.
'Y/N FUCK!" he screams into your shoulder, biting your skin hard. You feel the blood vessels breaking, knowing that there is going to be a bruise there later.
He holds you down on his cock as he catches his breath, letting you have a breather as well.
After a few minutes, he rubs your bare breasts.
"How was that for attention? Was that enough for you?" He questions, rubbing his stubble over your back.
You rub his hand over your bare lower region.
"I don't think I'll ever get enough."
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MaliaP.S. I'm not going to take all the credit for this because I didn't write it someone else did for me
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