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arcaneducky · 10 months ago

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i am so glad im finding another person who writes for far cry :)) if possible, can we see a jacob seed x gn!deputy who replaces pratt as his prisoner? it ends with jacob being their one and only, (even if its dubcon)

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jacob seed x gn!deputy

⎨ 𝐀𝐍 ⎬ ty for being my first submission ! jacob and his region lowkey scare the shit out of me lmao 🙏 kinda a little fucked up but I mean it’s jacob seed . also sorry this took so long ); smut below the cut

no use of y/n , reader is referred to as ‘ deputy ’ . gender specific nicknames are replaced by ‘ pup ’ . not beta - read

⎨ 𝐂𝐖 ⎬ blasphemy , deputy is treated like a dog , implied forced cannibalism , implied death of a minor character , brainwashing , jacobs his own warning isn’t he ? smut : dub - con , degrading , oral ( m receiving ) , soft - ish sex , penetration , dacryphillia , one - sided orgasm .

It always crept up on him when he least expected it; when things began to have a sense of normalcy. His days a haze and his nights clouded with gunfire and explosions, dreams marred with blood and the guts of former comrades and men who died far too young. For what?

What is the American dream when the world is going to end anyways? What are the soldiers overseas fighting for when the rivers will soon flow with blood and the ground tarred with ash?

His hand runs over his face; rubbing tired eyes. Demons of his past prey on him while he sleeps, turning him weak. Two to three hours is good enough for him, leaves him rested enough for his eyes to focus on the maps in front of him.

Being the leader of the army of Eden’s Gate wasn’t an easy job, though he held it with pride - a cardinal sin - but Joseph would forgive him as long as the prophecies his little brother had bouncing around his head came true. Jacob didn’t know if he believed in anything, really, it was hard to imagine God was with the soldiers that clutched cross pendants behind HESCO barriers.

But where he might’ve drifted from the true meaning of the cause further and further, where he might’ve argued the existence of a higher power with Joseph; one thing grounded him to his purpose and place in the cult. The Deputy.

Joseph’s ramblings were insane to the layman and gospel to the believer - but it seemed right now they were damn prophetic. Everything he said the Deputy would do; they did, and left bodies in their wake. Sometimes, he would watch whatever the cameras picked up of them on his screens, how they traversed the Whitetails with an almost practiced knowledge.

Sometimes, he felt like the eighteen year old new enlistee again when he watched them. The blood, the gunfire. Jacob Seed was a tough man, righteous and brave, but he would look down at them in their cage and feel the fire on his skin from the ranch he burned all those years ago.

He hated the feeling, wanting to drive his pocket knife into his chest and carve out every semblance of memory he had. But then his music box would rewind, and he would hear the sweet sound of the Platters crooning through the wood and metal and maybe, just maybe, things would be okay for him.

So he watched the way the Deputy writhe behind those thick steel bars against the cold soil, not afforded the luxuries even the most depraved prisoners received. Weak and idiotic for attempting to save their friend; but a mind that could be molded with the right tune.

Staci Pratt was a good pet; Pavlovian in nature and willing to do anything for the oldest Seed brother, so maybe that’s why Jacob began to grow bored of the man. Maybe that’s why he entertained the cracks beginning to show in the conditioning, how Pratt’s eyes softened at the sight of their co-worker being taunted by the Herald and yet knowing there wasn’t anything he could do about it.

An escape plan, of course he knew about it, he had eyes and ears everywhere and could always tell when one of his dogs stepped out of line. A perfectly timed truck, the siren going off to alert that a prisoner had escaped, catching Pratt as he allowed the Deputy to leave without him. It was almost sweet, but moreover vomit-inducing, like a lamb.

Sheep are creatures controlled by their own nature, that’s why dogs have to herd them back into formation - like a general in charge of new recruits. Intolerables are discharged, lambs are taken to the slaughterhouse. Nature, the circle of life, the bad meat is thrown out for the poor and needy to pick through.

“Eat. You wouldn’t want to fall sick, would you?”

A tin was placed in front of the Deputy, they had been through this before. Starved for however many days Jacob deemed necessary - usually ten - before they are given nothing but raw meat to eat. Never did they think they would yearn for the peanuts and beer served at the Spread Eagle, but there was no position to argue about what they were being given here.

Some fell over the side as greedy hands shoveled clump after clump into their mouth, covering it in a pitiful yet successful attempt to keep it down. Never did they ask what kind of meat it was, choosing to instead assume it was from one of the many cow farms in the valley.

“You’re hungry, aren’t ya, pup? You’re lucky, that’s a nice cut of meat.” A grin played on his face as he leaned against the metal bars, fingers grazing over his music box. There wouldn’t be any culling today, no, he had a much better idea in mind.

“Where’s Pratt?”

“Not even a thank you for my generosity, aren’t you fierce?”

“Where is he?”

“Peaches’s little act of rebellion earned him a punishment, I mean; that’s only fair. In a war like this you can’t go sympathizing with the devil, no matter how well you knew them before.”

It’s not an answer, but there’s an unspoken understanding that that is the closest thing the Deputy will get to knowing. A huff falling from their lips, ever the ungrateful dog; but their bowl is licked clean and what more can Jacob ask for?

A soft tsk fell from his lips, cold and condescending because how could he be anything but? Did the thing below him deserve care and kindness? Maybe at some point when they were strong, when their mind was still their own, but now they were nothing but a lamb being fattened for the slaughter.

His fingers grasped their chin, forcing eye contact and no doubt leaving marks that would form bruises. How much had they been through? Chest slashed with the markings from Jacobs little brother and mind already foggy from the bliss that grew in the Henbane; but there was a certain pride he took in being the one to break them.

How much time had passed? Had anyone come looking for them? Jacob had often taunted them, used the fact that they were immobile against the conditioning he had given them to contact anyone. The rebellion would fall without their snake, maybe it already had, how would the Deputy know?

It wasn’t their place to think anymore, to simply let the oldest Herald put a leash around their neck and sit beside like a good dog. Their mind wasn’t their own, now it belonged to him and they had no room to complain.

“Look at’chu, open your mouth.” But he didn’t wait for them to comply, instead he bullied his fingers against their tongue, exploring over their gums and teeth. They could bite him, certainly, but they didn’t - wouldn’t.

Who was Jacob Seed but their owner? He had saved them from themselves, from the blood and the gore and the fire that threatened to burn the world to nothing but ashes. Joseph had greeted them in their new form, John had shown up to pout, but their eyes only ever stayed on the eldest.

“Such a good pup, ‘ did a wonderful job training you, huh?” He asked as if they could answer, as if they weren’t preoccupied by the fingers that traced their mouth like he was mapping them out.

A hum passed from his lips as he removed his fingers, instead moving to undo the buckle on his belt. Even in this state, the Deputy wasn’t stupid and could very clearly tell what was coming next. So, to hopefully avoid any wrath from him, moved to help undo his pants.

Leaning back in his chair and observing as they removed his pants, fingers trailing over the growing bulge in his boxers. Jacob was a stoic man, never did the Deputy know if they were really doing good, but he didn’t scold them so there was no stopping.

Hands smoothed out the black fabric a bit nervously, playing with the hem for a moment before a soft grunt from the Herald alerted them. Knowingly, their fingers hooked underneath the waistband and pulled it away from his freckled skin, letting it pool at his ankles along with his pants.

Wrapping around the base of his still hardening cock, their eyes fluttered up to meet his gray ones. A silent beg, a plea that they were doing alright and there would be no punishment later. All they got in return was a small nod; though there was no love or care behind it. More like a drill sergeant instructing a particularly moldable soldier.

Gentle, unsure licks placed against his tip, hand working against the base; fingers brushing against veins that worked overtime to pump blood to his dick. Jacob Seed was not one for taking his sweet time, his fingers tangled in their hair as he pushed their head down on his aching cock.

A soft gag fell from their lips, hands moving from him to settle on his toned thighs. A heavy breath leaving their nose as they tried their hardest to relax, nuzzling against his untamed ginger hair. He relished in the warmth of their throat, the tightness eliciting a groan as he pushed his hips up.

Their gagging was the sweetest sound he had ever heard, the soft whimpers and tears that emitted from the Deputy as they tried their hardest to just breathe through their nose. He loved the power he held over them, how those pretty tears fell for him.

“Cmon pup, look up at me.”

Fighting between lifting their head to meet his gaze and keeping their mouth wrapped around his cock, the Deputy managed to tilt their head up enough to see him. His smirk widened, cock throbbing against their throat as he watched the tears continue to fall from them.

Another few thrusts to the back of their throat before he groaned, pulling their head off his dick with a small ‘pop’. A trail of saliva still connected their lips, pre-cum mixed in with it. He couldn’t help the laugh that emitted from him at the sight of their swollen lips and heavy breathing.

“Poor thing. Don’t cry, I take care of you, don’t I?”

The Deputy couldn’t do anything but nod, and maybe it was a bit true. Jacob did care for them in his own sick and twisted way. In the back of their mind they wondered if this was how he treated Pratt behind close doors; more like a prized trophy than a lover.

His hands grabbed at their hips, pulling them onto his lap. The small barrier of whatever clothes they had been wearing on their lower half before was quickly removed, giving him access to everything he wanted.

Burying their face into the crook of his neck and wrapping arms around the back of him, the Herald lifted their hips once more to guide himself inside their needy hole before pushing them down onto him. Stretching, pain emanating from the sudden intrusion, he could feel the tears that fell from them and landed against his skin.

He cooed, a grin still wide on his face. His hands still settled on their hips, guiding them up and down on his cock. Gentle movements at first that quickly devolved to an almost feral extent. His pre-cum marred the inside of their hole, creating wet and sticky sounds everytime he fucked in and out of them.

It felt like a dam was about to break by the time Jacob decided he was finished. Loud sobs wracked their body as they cuddled closer to him, so close yet so far. His hips continued to move for a moment; stuttering and shifting a bit before he released inside of them, filling them with his cum.

The Deputy finally leaned back after a moment, tears still flowing from their now red eyes, sniffling - but they still attempted to move their hips over him. To get any kind of release as the Herald caught his breath. Needily grinding against his lap, hands clutching his shirt in a pitiful attempt that only made him laugh more.

“Oh, look at’chu. Pup needs to get off too, huh? Don’t worry, I told you I’ll take care of you.”

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arcaneducky · 3 years ago

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Feeling you

Description:

Reader is sitting on Michael’s lap and gets aroused and thinks he can’t feel it so decides to ignore it. But Michael can in fact feel her core pulse against his thigh and doesn’t plan on ignoring that, he decides he wants to have fun if you let him.

Pairing: Michael Myers x Reader

Word Count: 3841

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓/𝟏𝟖+! Sex, Unprotected Sex, Vaginal Sex, Vaginal Fingering, Michael Myers

Notes:

This is written in a You-perspective. It can be read as an OG Michael, RZ Michael or HK Michael. Michael is also soft-ish with the reader and while he doesn’t talk but he makes a lot of noises, which all might make him a bit ooc. And yes reader seems to be horny today, don’t judge me. Also: I have proofread it once, but I am not a native English speaker. I hope you enjoy it anyways. Please do not repost but reblogs und likes are very welcome. .

Can also be read on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/37042189

It was a quiet evening and Michael had seemingly decided to stay home for the night. You had eaten dinner together and were currently sitting on the couch in the living room, watching some TV in comfortable silence.

A little while into the current program you got up to get some more snacks for the both of you, telling Michael that you will be right back before going to the kitchen. Once you had gathered everything the both of you liked and some extra sodas, you headed back to your silent lover and set everything on the coffee table in front of the sofa. Before you could move over to sit down beside Michael, he grabbed you by the hips and sat you down on his lap.

You let out a short yelp – since you weren’t expecting that – before starting to chuckle. “Michael!” you said in a chastising but very time playful tone, but Michael didn’t react to it and simply wrapped his arms around your waist and held you. After some more manoeuvring the snack-bowl was resting on the cushion beside the two of you – just within reach.

The sudden affection – although sudden – was certainly not unwelcome. Michael would often accept any touching or affection you initiated at this point in your relationship. It was rare for him to be the one to make a move to hold you close so you relished in it.

After a while of watching the movie that was on at the moment you had stopped listening to the TV and only stared at it, kind of zoning out as your thoughts wandered off. And those thoughts wandered right into erotic territory, fuelled by the closeness, being so tightly held by Michael and his scent that filled your nose. Given your current position you thought about him and you grinding against each other or riding him, bouncing on his cock until you both would come. You also thought about how easy it was for Michael to lift you and move you around. He could easily fuck you up against a wall or even standing in the middle of the room, supporting you weight with his own body and strength alone as he would ravish you. It all happened before, and that were some thrilling experiences. The mere memory had you excited, and you felt yourself starting to get wet and hot, your pulse noticeably throbbing between your legs. Surely Michael wouldn’t be able to feel that, and you hoped he also wouldn’t be able to feel how fast your heart was beating with you leaning against him as you continued to let your thoughts wander – the TV quickly forgotten.

Michael, for his part, really didn’t notice anything at first. He was too relaxed – though still alert to outside noises – at the moment, having your comforting weight and warmth resting on top of him. However, it didn’t take him long before he started noticing how a certain spot on his thigh steadily grew warmer and how he could feel your quickening heartbeat not only against his chest but also against the same spot on his leg. It didn’t take him long to figure out what was doing on. You were aroused and while he didn’t know why, this – and in turn you – now had his full attention, even if he didn’t show it quite yet.

In the meantime, you had done your best to stay relatively still on Michael’s lap, even though you really wanted to grind down against him. As a compromise you shifted slightly, just to see if you could get a tiny bit of relieve but no suck luck, the only thing you did was wiggle butt against you boyfriend’s lap. While you got no friction out of it, it earned you a quite rumble vibrating through Michael’s chest and throat. It was a good sound, one he sometimes made when he was content and/or pleased, so you – again shifted a bit. You pressed even closer to the quiet man, and this also dragged your centre along his muscular thigh, as your breathing got heavier.

Now Michael started moving as well, unwinding his arms from around you middle and let his hands slide down to rest on your hips. One of his big, warm hands slipped under your shirt and started moving back up again – caressing over your skin as he did so. Quickly he pushed your shirt up to your chin and grabbed one of your breasts with his massive hand and began to message the soft flesh under palm. Michael shifted behind you, moving his masked head to look over your shoulder and watch himself play with your chest. Oh, how he wanted to suck and bite those enticing buds but that could wait a bit longer – he wanted to enjoy this first.

A quiet moan and whimper left your mouth under Michael’s ministration, making him twist just a bit harder to make you moan louder since he wanted to hear all those pretty noises. Since he moved his arms from your waist to your hip you were unsure where to put your own hands. You finally decided to reach back – under his arms – and grabbed onto the sides of his overalls to have something to cling to and keep you somewhat grounded, while you began to pant quietly. Behind you, Michael was also breathing heavier then usual, still muffled by his white mask.

With the hand he still had resting on your hip, Michael grabbed you more firmly and pulled you as close as he could. At the same time, he shifted his own hips and the leg that you sat on. Now Michael’s bulge was pressed snugly against your ass – you both felt his still hardening erection against your backside while your heat pressed more firmly into his thigh, causing you to gasp quietly.

Michael absolute loved the noises you were making and couldn’t suppress another low groan of his own, right beside your ear.

Feeling encouraged by Michael’s actions you started to finally grind against the stoic looking man, finding a rhythm where you moved against down against Michael’s leg and back against his erection so both him and you got some friction. While you didn’t know what Michael in the mood as well, but you were going to enjoy it. Therefore, you continued to rub against his thigh and dick and Michael continued to play with and fondle your breasts, coaxing out more of those delicious little noises he loved so much.

The hand on your hip started to move lower and forward until his fingers made contact with your still clothed core which was basically radiating with heat and dripping wet under your sweatpants and panties. Upon reaching his target, Michael started to run his big fingers along your covered slit and quickly found your clit as well, which he began to stimulate it right away. Almost immediately you once more moaned loudly – drowning out the quiet TV.

With his other hand he let go of your breast and reached up to pull off his mask with a practiced movement. Michael dropped the mask on the ground somewhere and moved his now exposed mouth to your neck where he pulled your shirt aside to suck and bite some hickeys along your neck and shoulder.

“Michael, please...!” you groaned, not knowing what precisely you were asking for. It didn’t seem to bother Michael – he interpreted it for you – and answered with a grunt as well as a harsher bite on your shoulder, causing you to let out a whimper. Then he slipped the hand stimulating your core up and into your pants and panties – big, warm fingers finally running through your slick folds.

Michael ran his fingers through your slit and started to tease your entrance, circling it with rough fingers but without entering you. Instead, he moved his further up to play with your clit, rubbing and flicking it with his thumb. More unashamed moans spilled from your lips and clung to his overalls more tightly, tugging on the fabric involuntarily while your head fell back against his strong shoulder, exposing more of your neck to Michael’s teeth and lips. Your own mouth stayed slightly open as you panted between small moans and bucked your hips.

Behind you Michael was breathing heavily against your skin as he soothed the newest love bite on the side of your exposed throat with his tongue and lips. He couldn’t get enough of you and how you vocal you were with your pleasure. By now his erection was straining uncomfortably against his overalls and pressed against you when you moved your hips backwards against him.

While he was a patient man, Michael wanted more. He wanted to touch you – unobstructed by clothing – to see your naked body, he wanted those lovely breasts of yours near his mouth so he could taste and suck on them and he wanted you to ride his throbbing cock. There was also more he wanted but that could wait, for now he had made up his mind and immediately stared to put things into action.

Both of his strong hands moved back to your hips – one still slightly wet – and pushed you off his lap to which you let out a grumble in protest. Michael quickly spun you around to face him and tugged at your pants, starting to pull them down with your panties. Taking the hint, you let them both drop to the ground and followed it by pulling your shirt over your head, so you stood naked in front of him.

Michael’s burning gaze was fixed on you and now you could watch his handsome face as his eyes raked over bare form. He beckoned you forward until you were close enough to grab. Once his hands were back on you, Michael pilled you back into his lap, making you straddle both of this thick, slightly spread, thighs. While his hands again rested on your hips, yours found their place on his shoulders – finally able to really touch him.

One of his hands descended to your core, long fingers gliding through your glistening folds quickly found your weeping entrance once more. Michael only teased you a bit – circling the opening a few times – before he pushed his index and middle finger in. As he did so his hungry eyes were set on your face, having wanted to watch you while he pleasured you. And what a feast it was to watch when he finally gave you what you craved. Your mouth fell open again and a loud keening moan left your parted lips. At the same time your eyes rolled into the back of your head which tipped backwards and arched your back, bringing your chest closer to Michael.

It took you a moment to regain your composure a bit, then you opened your eyes and stared right back into the bottomless pools of his eyes. They seemed to hold so much lust and adoration for you while the rest of his face remained expressionless.

Once his fingers had completely sunken into you up to the knuckles, Michael wasted no time before he started to thrust his warm fingers into your in an increasing pace. Simultaneously he used his thumb on the same hand to firmly rub clit once more. And a constant stream of noises was leaving you from then on.

After a few moments more his gaze dropped down, watching his hand as he pleasured you. That – combined with the sounds you were making – left his member twitching and weeping pre-cum into his pants. Michael ignored his needy cock for now, he could wait a while longer. You own gaze followed his and the both of you watched his hand move and his fingers disappeared in you repeatedly. He also started to move and crook his fingers at the right time and the right place to hit that one spot that made you see stars. With another loud groan from you, you threw your head back and clutched his shoulders more tightly.

Using that opportunity, Michael’s eyes snapped up to your chest and leaned forward to seal his lips on one of your breasts. The hand sill on your side moved up and back between your shoulder blades to keep you close to his mouth but also keep you from tipping over backwards. Once his lips are sealed around your nipple, he began sucking with a hunger that strongly showed in his actions while his face stayed neutral. Michael’s tongue rubbed over your nipple, making it hard if it weren’t already, and scraped his teeth over the hard bud. A quiet moan rumbled through his chest, having a good time as he pleasured you with his fingers and mouth and was quietly pleased with himself.

Meanwhile you were squirming and moaning on his lap, thrusting onto Michael’s fingers and clutching his broad shoulders. Hearing him also make quite noises so freely for you, made you feel warm inside. You wanted to give him pleasure back since he had been doing all the wonderful work until now. With his head leaned forward – mouth on your chest – and your bodies so close to each other you didn’t have much range of motion but made the best of it. One of your hands unclutched from his shoulder and let it glide down – over his collarbone and further down to his strong chest, still hidden by his dark-blue overalls. You started to paw at his chest – rubbing, massaging, and scratching at the firm muscles. While Michael didn’t make any noises this time, he did press into your touch slightly, showing his enjoyment nonverbally.

For a short while you kept that up before you moved your hand further down, over his stomach, down to his cock which was still straining against the dark fabric. Immediately you began to rub and knead his member and simultaneously tried to meet his fingers as they thrust into you. Once your own fingers met his throbbing erection through his clothes, he couldn’t help but grunt against your skin and thrust against your hand.

Like this you were moving into each other. Michael continued to suck on and bite your breasts while small praises and more moans fell from your lips between panted breaths.

Soon Michael detached his mouth from your chest before he moved his head up – lips and teeth trailing across your skin – to bury his face in your neck. Your head fell back again, and his hand stayed firmly between your shoulder blades to keep you in place, all the while sucking another hickey onto your skin.

Between your legs Michael’s hand shifted a bit and suddenly the man added a third finger to stretch you some more – and because he enjoyed teasing you. It worked so well, since you let out a half-shout of his name, clutching his shoulder in a white-knuckled grip and your hand on his cock also tightened. You were rewarded with a harder thrust.

With his fingers in your pussy and his mouth on your skin, Michael brought you closer and closer to an orgasm. Your walls were fluttering around his thick fingers, and you didn’t know how you were holding on for so long. Words were stuck in your throat, but you wiggled your hips more, hoping he would understand how close you were and that he would tease you just a bit more to bring you over the edge. Meanwhile you had accidently stopped paying attention to his cock, but your hand stayed pressed on it.

Michael understood your body language perfectly and knew exactly what you wanted but he had other plans. He simply stopped moving his hand completely – neither thrusting his fingers, nor rubbing your clit – causing you to whine in protest. Michael had effectively denied you your orgasm. In his mind there was a specific reason – he wanted you to come on his cock.

Giving your neck one last love bite, he leaned back against the couch and looked at your flushed face. The hand on your back moved back down as he did so to rest on your hip where Michael started to squeeze – almost knead – the flesh firmly but with some gentleness.

Once your attention was back on Michael’s face, he pulled his fingers free and brought them up. Without breaking eye contact, he brought the slick fingers to his lips and started to suck and lick them clean. Briefly he had considered letting you do it, but he felt too greedy. Michael let out a pleased groan at your taste while you could only moan at the sight. The man was licking his fingers like they were coated in the sweetest nectar he had ever tasted – and to him it was.

With his fingers now clean he grabbed your hips with both of his hands – keeping you still and close. He thrust his hard member into your hand still on his cock and then kept himself pressed against it. Through the lustful haze it took you a moment to put the pieces together – why he had stopped and was staring at you with such hunger but also like he wanted something.

Up until now Michael had continuously managed to hide his handsome face from you, even with his mask off. He had made up for it by putting his mouth to good use. Now though, you could watch each other without obstruction, and it had quickly clicked with you. You removed your hand from his length and move it back up – over his belly and chest – to the tab of his zipped-up overalls. There you grabbed the zipper-tab and started to pull it down. You eyes briefly moved down to watch yourself expose his white t-shirt underneath before locking your eyes back on Michael’s.

He didn’t do much as you did so, only watching you closely. Once the zipper was completely open, you slipped your hand in under his boxers. You grabbed his bare erection, pulled it free from it’s confines and rubbed your thumb over the angry red tip. That earned you a deep groan and a thrust of his hips. Michael’s grip on tightened on your hips and he pulled you as close as possible, trapping your hands and his cock between your bodies.

Suddenly Michael’s upper body surged forward, one hand snapped to the back of your neck, and his rough lips met yours. The kiss was rough, passionate, and possessive. Quickly his tongue found it’s way into your mouth and there was no question as to who is in charge. The kiss only lasted a moment, but it felt amazing and left you breathless when Michael finally pulled back. His hand stayed at the back of your neck as he bit your lower lip and went in for another hungry kiss.

Michael then grabbed the hand you still had on his cock and moved it back up to his shoulder. In turn you slipped both hands into his overalls at his shoulders to rest them on the thin material of his t-shirt where you felt his warmth seep through.

The kiss was still going, just as possessive and passionate as the first, as Michael moved his own hands back down. Then he broke the kiss once more and stared at you for a moment with his breathing far heavier than usual – heavier than even earlier. With seemingly no effort Michael lifted you up all of a sudden and lined himself up with your all but dripping entrance.

With you clutching his warm shoulder, he started to lower you on his throbbing member. You couldn’t help the loud moan that left your mouth as he sank you down further onto his cock until you were fully seated on him.

At this point you had thrown you head back and moaned his name. He let out an answering loud groan and once more buried his face in your neck, wanting to muffle himself.

After giving you time to adjust to his girth, Michael started to move you. Pulling you up until only the tip remained inside before he slammed you back down, making you let out another but higher pitched moan. Then Michael pushed you back up and detached from your neck to look down your bodies where his shaft was partly buried inside of you. Once he had a good view, he pulled you back down and really began to fuck you, meeting your hips with his own as he watched.

A moment later you took over and moved your hips in the pace your quite lover had set. When he felt you move with him, one of his hands unclenched from your hip and moved between your legs. Immediately Michael began to rub your clit in time with your thrusts and gave it an occasional flick.

By now a constant stream of aroused noises fell from your lips which Michael enjoyed greatly – along with the few he had and the feeling of your tight pussy around his cock. You were having just as good of a time and Michael knew exactly how to make you feel good. He knew how to touch you and how to thrust into you to make you see stars, which he did with almost every thrust.

Michael quickly managed to bring you right back to the edge, bouncing you on his cock.

The hand on your hips moved up to the back of your neck once more and pulled your head forward for another wild, possessive kiss. His tongue slipped into your mouth, wrestling with your own as he shamelessly grunted and groaned against you lips.

With every thrust Michael’s movement got sloppier. He was getting close, and you had been riding on the edge multiple times. As much as you felt his desperation to come, he felt yours. Michael felt your walls flutter and spam around his cock, which gave a twitch in answer and the other way around.

Wanting you to come first he put more effort into rubbing and stimulating your clit and trying to hit your sweet spot with his thrusts.

Like this it didn’t take you much longer before you came with a shout that broke your kiss as you threw your head back. Scratching his shoulders with your nails and your walls squeezed around his already sensitive and twitching cock. Your juices soaked your own thighs and his crotch. Michael also couldn’t hold on any longer and a few thrusts later he came, filling you with his come as his forehead fell onto your shoulder.

The two of you stayed like that for a while, calming down as his member softened inside of you and cum leaked from your core. Instead of pulling out and away Michael pulled you against himself, holding you tightly – in an almost possessive manner – his soft cock trapping some of his release inside you for now. He leaned back against the couch with you pressed against him. You couldn’t bring yourself to mind.

Bottom notes:

I got this idea a while back, that a man/woman/gn-pal can actually feel it when a woman gets aroused and she straddles on their leg. Like the heat and the pulse. That put an idea in my head, this one to be exact.

This was/is my first x-reader fanfiction in about 3 to 4 years (?) and I am still trying to stay in my comfort zone. I hope it doesn’t feel too rushed.

Please do not repost but reblogs und likes are very welcome.

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@myers-meadow (As promised! Thank you for your encouragement!)

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