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cosmixangel · 5 years

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Blood, Sex and Booze

Warnings: oh hell this is pretty sadistic haha, dom!michael, knifeplay, a tiny bit of bloodplay and bdsm, breedimg and i have no shame just read at your own risk. i also didn‘t proof read and i wanted to add a ‘read more’ but tumblr fucked this one up so it’s not my fault for once.

Word Count: about 3,000

Summary: just,, hella kinky knifeplay with michael

this is for cat @mutualmv holly @lukeinblue and hayley<3

Your back is pressed against Michael’s front, his hand rubbing harsh circles over your clit, hands tightening around your throat as he bites your earlobe, sweatpants hanging somewhere around his hips as he ruts against your naked bum. He breathes against your neck, no words needing to be spoken as he brings you closer to your second orgasm of the night. As soon as Michael notices you looking down at his hand working you up, he takes it away and a harsh slap lands on your cheek. “Look in the mirror.” He says sternly, pointing to the full body mirror next to your bed, reflecting you sitting on your boyfriends lap. In the twilight, you can make out the dark marks on your hip and your neck, not to mention the scratch marks on your ass that are not visible from this angle. “Good girl,” Michael comments as you lift your head back up again, meeting his reflection in the mirror, seeing him wetting his lips before they suck on your neck. Your body is shaking from the sensitivity, the wetness of your private parts slowly dripping onto the bed. Or maybe it was something different, you couldn’t care less as Michael’s finger sinks into your hole. “I wanna try something new.” He says carefully and you notice a switch in this behavior, looking for his eyes in the mirror. “You trust me, right?” It’s almost as if he’s scared of this, scared of rejection from your side. He lifts you up, hands digging into your hips and turning you around on his lap, big, green eyes piercing into yours.

He bites his lip, adjusting his sweatpants and getting up while waiting for your answer. “Yes.” You reply finally, lying down and pulling the covers over your exposed skin. Your boyfriend smiles at you, a genuine smile. He bends down to press a kiss to your temple and a weird uncertainty spreads in your body. Wearing nothing but his grey sweats he gets up and walks over to your special drawer, his blonde baby hairs sticking to the back of his neck due to a heavy makeout session earlier. When Michael turns around his sweatpants are hanging low, the outline of his rock hard cock visible through the soft material. A smile forms on your face as you look at the choice of toys he has in his hands. “But baby, that’s nothing new.” You tell him, sitting up and pulling the covers away and just like every time he sees you naked, his mouth drops open and he can’t help but to admire your beauty for a few seconds before a redness taints his cheeks and he looks away. “Lie down..” He demands and even though his voice sounds soft you know better than to disobey him in the position you’re in right now. “You know your safeword, doll?” Michael questions as he kneels down on the bed next to you, his fingertips tracing from your neck to your shoulders and down to your breasts.

“Red, Mikey.” “That’s a good girl,” he whispers back, kissing your mouth. And a moment later a darkness engulfs you, Michaels fingers carefully pulling the blindfold over your eyes, his left hand palming your breast, twisting your nipples and playing with them. “You should get a piercing.” He casually drops while cuffing your hands together, not too tightly because he doesn’t want it to hurt you, he knows you’re pulling on the handcuffs as soon as you don’t get what you want. “Only if ya comfortable with it, ‘f course.” You feel the bed rise again when your boyfriend gets up, playing with your hair, tickling your shoulder with it, a smile that you can’t see on his face. “No gag today?” You turn your head around to where you make him out to be. “No princess, I need to hear you. Be a good girl and keep quiet until I get back, need to get sum.” His smile is warm as he bends down to you once again, kissing your forehead, just above the blindfold. Michaels breath smells minty, he just recently brushed his teeth.

It is quiet for a few moments, awfully quiet while you adjust, thoughts making their way through your mind about what Michael could have possibly planned with you, the wetness pooling between your legs, dripping down onto the sheets for sure. You squeeze your legs together, trying to ignore the ache in your core, the desire to be touched, as you hear the door open, footsteps coming closer to the bed. “No sudden movements.” He pleads, his voice thick with lust. He usually only speaks like that when he is balls deep inside of you, about to fill your cunt with his cum. “I mean it. Move and you’re gonna hurt yourself. Understood?” You swallow nervously, nodding afterwards, a few seconds before a hand lands on your cheek, leaving a red mark for sure. “Words.” “Y-Yes Sir. Understood.” The dark around your eyes is driving you crazy while you wait for your boyfriend to do something, anything to bring you to your second orgasm of the night. And then you feel it, something cold against your thigh, tracing upwards to your folds, carefully collecting your wetness. In one swift motion Michael pulls your blindfold away, he basically rips it off of your head.

Slow blinking, trying to adjust to the circumstances. And then you see it. Michael is lying down between your legs, a knife in his hand. It looks like he just sharpened it, the metal shining in the dim light. Or maybe it’s your juices glistening on it. That’s what Michael thinks as he brings it to his mouth and licks over it, moaning quietly. “You taste so fucking good.” He whispers, the look of fear on your eyes only turning him on more as he reaches into his boxers to touch his rock hard cock. Michael knows: if it was too much for you you would say the safeword. He understands that he needs to take this slow, to introduce you to this slowly. Michael is not a monster, he’s far from one actually. Your body is shaking, both because of fear and anticipation, everything you feel seeming to go to your most sensitive parts. He sits up, kneeling over your lap, tracing his knife over your tummy, the cold metal sending shivers down your spine as you let out a moan, the sexual tension undeniable. “Knew you would like this, you fucking whore.” He sees how much this turns you on, your hips bucking into the air as far as it is possible with Michael sitting on top of you carefully, making sure not to hurt you. He drags the knife over your warm skin, under your red lace bra, cutting the fabric in a half effortlessly , your tits spilling out. Everything on full display for him to see. You see the thoughts running through his mind while his knife traces over your nipple, the sensitive skin of your breasts.

“I’m gonna fuck your throat now, angel. What’s your color?” He asks before grabbing your ankles and pulling you towards the end of the bed, turning your tiny body around so your head is hanging from the bed. “Green, Sir.” You say quickly, hands on your stomach as you open your mouth for Michael, watching him pull his sweatpants down and seeing his big dick leaking with pre-cum. He jerks it a few times, a low growl coming from his throat before he puts his tip against your lips, rubbing it over your tongue. He starts off slowly, letting you pick the pace, not going too deep just yet. “You taste so good.” The compliment falls from your lips, wrapping around his tip just a second later, sucking harshly and drawing a long, loud moan out of Michael’s mouth. “That’s it, gonna fuck your mouth pretty girl.” Your stomach feels like it’s tied in knots as you try to rub your clit with your handcuffs still on. It’s not working. Michael pushes in, slowly, letting you adjust to it, more and more, slowly filling your mouth with his cock until the head bumps your throat, earning a gag from you. When he looks down it’s a sight for the heavens. Your eyes are watering, tears streaming down your face and he can see the bulge of his cock in your throat and that alone would be enough to send him over the edge right then and there. But he got different plans as he picks the knife up once again, holding it against your throat as he pulls out again, wiping your spit away so it doesn’t get in your nose. And then he starts his brutal pace, holding your head in place with the knife while he fucks in and out of your mouth. So wet, nice and warm. So good. Without touching yourself, you feel yourself drifting towards an orgasm, fear taking over your body but you love it. The fact that you are under his spell, that he could do anything to you. It leaves you moaning around his cock and Michael just needs to pull out, he does not want to cum like a 14 year old. He eyes you, breathing heavily. Watches your fucked out face, red from all the effort you put into deepthroating his thick cock, tears running down your cheek, spit all over your face. Your gaze drifts from his pale chest to his face, a smile forming on your face as he pulls the knife away from your throat, caressing your cheek with the sharp object, a burning sensation against your sensitive skin. He loves the way you react and submit to him, loves how you pull on your handcuffs and beg him to fuck you with your eyes.

What he doesn’t expect however, is the comment slipping out of your mouth. “Thought you’d last longer, big boy.” And a delicate smirk prominent on your lips as he starts frowning. “What the fuck did you just say?” Michael bends down, dangerously slowly, his sweatpants hanging in his kneecaps. His eyes seem to burn into yours as he grabs your face with his hand. You just know that his dominant side is finally taking over now. His hand leaves your face just to collide with your cheek a moment later, a loud smack echoing through the room. “You know what I thought? You’d behave better today but you always disappoint me, you little whore.” He reaches for your handcuffs, opening them just to pull you forward by your throat, the knife in his right hand. “Oh baby, cat’s got your tongue now? Believe me, you wish you wouldn’t have embarrassed me like that.” The silver scratches the skin of your thighs and he kicks his pants off, his dick standing up proudly, pre-cum dripping down from his red tip. You want the pain, you need it so desperately as he lines himself up with your entrance, rubbing the head through your wet slit. “You get wet thinking about me punishing you with the knife?” His voice is quiet, almost too quiet. Your skin is burning and you still feel ice cold as he lets his toy slide over your thigh, a thin stream of blood dripping down your leg when he enters you with his cock, stretching you open. The cut is not deep, you can barely feel it because the only thing that matters in this very moment is Michael fucking himself into you, your walls clenching around him due to all the pleasure that your body can barely take. Michael has to pull your body close to his so you don’t fall down, his cock reaching deeper inside of you than before.

He’s falling forwards, the knife digging into your skin once again, blood running over Michael’s hand, tainting the knife. Your boyfriend notices you moaning out loud; clutching your arm with a tight grip, a small stream of blood running down your arm, over Michael’s initials tattooed below your elbow. “Y-Your color.” He rasps, wetting his lips before groaning next to your ear. His hips snap forward with a massive amount of force, dragging his cock deeper inside of you, your body falling against the mattress as you let out a loud cry, everything is just too much and you feel like you’re about to explode in his arms. “G-G-Green!” “You’re clenching around me when I bring this closer to you.” He says, taking the knife and slowly bringing it up to your throat, movements careful, afraid he might hurt you more than you could possibly take. His exclamation is confirmed when he holds it against your throat, your walls gripping him tightly, like a vice. Michael fucks into you sloppily, needing nothing more than his orgasm right now. You try to meet him halfway but he does not let you, remains a tight grip on your hip, pushing you down before he decides it is too much and the knife lands on the wooden floor somewhere, blood stains on it.

Eventually, Michael pulls back, leaving your hole empty, clenching around nothing. Tears are streaming down your cheek, the overstimulation being too much for you, too many emotions inside of your brain, begging to be controlled. Your boyfriend knows what to do, always knows it as he gently places you on your back, spreading your legs and lining himself up with your entrance once again. He knows you need it hard and quick right now and gosh, who would he be to say no to that? Michael is more of a doggy guy, loving nothing more than the way your ass bounces against his dick on a Sunday morning in bed when he is too lazy for everything. But he also knows that missionary is the perfect position for you right now, just quick, hard and deep. “I’m gonna fill you with my cum.” Michael says and it sounds like a promise, to you at least. You sure hope he will. You waited for this all night. He does not wait for you to adjust, knows that is it not necessary as he pushes himself inside of you. One look up to him shows you that this is pure bliss to him, the way he throws his head back as he looks for the best angle to fuck you in. He looks perfect, everything about him is so fucking perfect. He pushes in once again, a different angle. It looks like he is aiming for something and you know exactly what it is the moment he hits it and a yelp of yours echoes through the room. Your body feels too sore to do anything and once again you feel yourself drifting towards an orgasm that you know is gonna hit you the hardest. Michael whispers your name over and over again, his gaze drifts down towards the blood on the sheets and that is enough to set off his orgasm, he slams in as deep as he can and it hurts, pushes your orgasm back while he spills his seed inside of you, his lips closing around your collar bone, softly biting your skin to keep himself from moaning too loud.

And then Michael does something you never expected him to do, he knows you haven’t finished yet. He knows you deserve nothing more than the orgasm he edged you towards all night. His cum is dripping out of your cunt and he does not even seem to care as he licks a broad stripe from your entrance to your clit, sucking it into his mouth, his pretty pink lips closing around it. The mattress is ruined with his seed and your blood at this point but Michael has no intention on stopping as he flicks his tongue over your most sensitive part, aware of the fact that it would hurt you if he fingered you right now. But he is okay with that, more than okay with tasting you, tasting himself on you. His gaze meets yours right when your breathing gets more ragged and you rock your hips against his face, as far as you can still move on your own. It hits you, crashes down on you, your eyelids fluttering shut as you pull him away from you, legs shaking around his head, your hand not leaving his hair, the other one looking for another body part of him that you could grab.

Everything seems to stop for a moment and he pulls you close, kissing your forehead over and over, mumbling “I love you”’s in your ear. Your body is aching and you wait for Michael to fall asleep so you can cuddle up against him and sleep for the next three days as well. Michael is always the first one to fall asleep after sex. But instead of turning off the light like he usually does, he gets up, seeing the look in your eyes and replying with the words: “will be back.” The room seems awfully quiet without your boyfriend and for the first time that night you look outside through the big window. The sun already set and the moon took over, bright and beautiful. A minute later you hear water running somewhere in the house and Michael comes back in, fully naked, cock soft between his legs. He sits down next to you, wiping over your forehead with a wet towel before examining your cuts, guilt taking over him as he cleans them. “Shouldn’t have done that.. I’m a horrible person, and even worse as a boyfriend.” His shaky fingers put a bandaid over the various bruises, hurt evident in his eyes as he looks up at you. “I liked it.” Your voice comes out raspy and you chuckle when you feel the soreness in your throat. “Woulda said the safeword if I was uncomfortable, wouldn’t I?” Your boyfriend’s fingers find yours, intertwining them together before he locks your lips in a slow, intimate kiss. He just shrugs and picks your small body up, thumb caressing your cheek as you wrap your arms and legs around him, your head leaning against his chest so you can hear his heartbeat.

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