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Use You | Michael Afton

contains: smut, 80’s Bad Boy Michael (he’s 20), dom michael/sub reader, mike being a little shit by being a bit rough and sadistic, light degradation, teasing and denial, gn pronouns/anatomy (but written with a masc reader in mind), maidhc having no experience writing smut but trying his absolute best in the name of being a slut

“Yeah? You want me? Well then you’re going to have to beg.”

You should’ve known from the moment you caught a glimpse of that cocky smirk of his that you were in for trouble. Once Mike got a taste of the power he could hold over you it was impossible to knock him off that obnoxious high he’d gotten.

Yet you’d sought him out anyway, desperate for his touch regardless of how much you knew he’d tease you before even considering giving in to give you what you do desperately need. But what else were you supposed to do? Nobody else could even come close to making you feel as good as he can. Hell, even your own hands didn’t feel satisfying once he’d shown you just how amazing he could make you feel.

You’d done this countless times at this point; you knew how it went. With only a soft whine of impatient lust you knelt down before him, the rough weave of his bedroom carpet already digging into your skin as you do so. You looked up at him with your best pleading gaze only to find his pointed stare looking down at you in return.

Fuck, he looked so pretty like this. His wavy hair fell to frame his handsome features as he peered down at you and you swore that from this angle you could see every muscle in his arms as the dim lighting cast shadows beneath them.

You could guess how this was going to go; you’d done this countless times before and he rarely strayed from his preferred method of asserting dominance. He’d make you get on your knees and beg, then suck him off before eventually giving in to help you get off too. Normally he’d tell you what to do, but you knew what he’d say and you just couldn’t wait any longer.

Though as the soft begs left your lips and your hands reached to undo the button of his jeans he slapped your hands away, catching you off guard.

Your eyes snapped back up to him, confusion evident on your features even in the near dark of his room. It only seemed to further fuel his overconfidence as he lifted his leg to place his foot on your chest and push you back onto the ground.

Before you could react or ask what he was doing he was pinning you down with his hands at your wrists and his knees on either side of your torso. He leaned over you, bringing his lips mere centimeters away from yours but not feeling kind enough to actually kiss you despite how you found yourself subconsciously trying to chase his lips. You couldn’t help but squirm beneath him. With a sardonic chuckle he shook his head and clicked his tongue at you in exaggerated disappointment.

“Did i tell you to touch me?”

Your heart pounded in your chest. Having his lips so close, his body so close, it was hard to focus on anything he was saying. After a moment you try to force some sort of answer out only to have your words turn sloppy and unconvincing. “N-no, but-“

“Ah ah- no ‘but’s.” He paused, as if waiting to see if you’ll try to disagree. “Did. I. tell you. to touch me?”

All you could manage was a shake of your head. Your body stilled beneath him in silent submission, frozen in place save for the rapid rise and fall of your chest as your breath quickened with anticipation.

His chest rumbled with a low hum. With his body being pressed so firmly against yours the sound rumbled through your chest too, leaving you to whimper out at the sensation.

“That’s right. I didn’t.”

His eyes held your gaze in silence at first, his body just holding you down in place without speaking until his eyes raked down your body. “I was going to be nice and give you what you want after you begged for it like a good little thing, but now I’m reconsidering. I can’t just let you get away with touching me without permission, can I? No. No, i can’t..”

With his previous scolding you didn’t dare to speak out of turn. If you wanted any chance of getting off tonight you knew you’d better obey, and with how turned on you already were, you didn’t know if you could stand being left unsatisfied.

Mike left just enough of a silence for you to get squirmy, for you to finally start resorting to begging again, but he started to move again just before you could.

He shifted his hips against your torso. His legs settled at either side of your torso tightly enough to keep you from squirming and his hands tightened their grip on your wrists to do the same, while his eyes scanned over you lustfully before he hummed out yet again, this time the sound closer to a moan.

“Maybe I’ll just use you like this, hm?” There was a mischievous glint in his eyes when he looked back up to your face. Upon finding it flushed and desperate-looking he couldn’t hold back his laugh. “Yeah, maybe that’s what I’ll do…”

He shifted his hips again, this time rolling forward against your torso. The action drew a low groan from his lips and while you were pretty sure he was exaggerating the sound to further taunt you, that did nothing to stop the wave of arousal coursing through you. Fuck, he sounded so hot already.

As he rolled his hips down against you again you could feel his dick through the worn material of his ripped jeans and you wanted nothing more than to feel him more, to touch him, to jerk him off, anything to get more than this.

“M-Mike-“ You whined. Subconsciously you tried to reach out for him, only to have him press your wrists down into the carpet with more force.

“Shh shh, not now, baby,” Mike cooed, a stark contrast to his generally rough demeanor. “I’m gonna use my baby just like this, and you’re gonna be a good little toy and take it for me, yeah?”

Swallowing hard, all you could do was nod. If he kept going like that you knew you’d make a mess in your own jeans but you couldn’t stop him now, you didn’t want to stop him now. As desperate as you were to have him touch you, you couldn’t deny just how hot this was. He looked so gorgeous as he ground his hips into you, his fingers digging into the flesh of your wrists and his lips parted just enough to let those soft groans tumble out. The muscles in his arms flexed as he moved. The sight alone was more than enough to have you throbbing and before you even realized what you were doing, a soft mewl of your own slipped from your lips.

Mike didn’t stop moving but his gaze returned to your face, his eyebrows raised and his lips curling into an even more devious smirk. “Ooh, are you getting off on this? You like me using you for my own pleasure? I’ve barely even gotten my hands on you and I bet you’re already a mess down there for me.”

He ground his hips into you again, this time with particularly more force, making both of you moan out together. His hips continued to rock against you until his own breath hitched and he froze, his body trembling slightly.

“Fuck, touch me,” He finally groaned, his hands releasing yours before unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down lower on his hips. That was the only thing you needed to hear. You immediately reached out for him, desperate for more contact, desperate to please him. You wasted no time in touching him through his boxers, the material already damp from his precum leaking.

“Yeah, that’s it, baby. Jerk me off real good and maybe I’ll consider returning the favor.”

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