Pussy like NyQuil (Patreon)

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Disclaimer: You and Micah have gotten consent to do BDSM and all of the aforementioned things. You have also both gotten tested and worked out some sort of birth control plan that makes the two of you happy. (MC taking birth control/not having a uterus, Micah having a vasectomy, or the both of you trying for a kid.)

Micah: I’m coming in 15! 🫡

Legs kicking, you checked the message on your screen. Micah was set to come over today, a rare hangout given how busy both of your schedules had been recently. He had been looking forward to it, promising you a riveting review of the romcoms and sleazy eroticas you were planning on marathoning tonight— which was his way of saying that he was gonna drag the fuck out of these movies.

However, for tonight you had other plans. It’s not as if you didn’t enjoy trashing the indie movies that were being streamed recently— because you do, very much—, but last night’s conversation had your mind dipping in an inappropriate direction, especially when talks about a cringey BDSM movie started to arise.

As such, you can’t really get the mental image out of your head. Of Micah being rough while you’re bounded up, blindfolded. Of him tugging at your harness and restraints, his hands masterfully working the sex toys to a brink and your body to that high.

So it’s only expected that when you reply back to him, your message was an immature, “Haha, coming.” His only hint to the direction you wished to take this night.

Micah: Wowwwwwwww.

Micah: Letting you know now that I laughed at that.

Micah: But ye! Be there soon! 🙂 god these emojis are so cute.

You snorted, tossing the phone on your night stand. There’s a kind of thrill in him not knowing. Although, with how you wanted to greet him today, he’ll know soon enough.

You rolled off your bed and made your way over to the floor-to-ceiling glass door, or your window as you tended to describe to others. It was Micah’s usual point of entry, and you popped open the lock for him like always. This time, though, you drew the curtains, setting the stage for the scene you intended to put on for him.

Humming, you skipped over to your drawers and rummaged around for the props. You took out a vibrator, handcuffs, and a strip of fabric amongst other items. Carefully, you laid them out on the sheets, taking a second to envision how you wanted him to see you when he walked in. Bare, vulnerable, pliant for him.

The thought goes straight between your legs, arousal now pooling into the fabric of your underwear. You stripped yourself of your clothes and kicked them off to the side, cool air highlighting how wet you were. You then took a seat on the edge of your bed, claiming the first item: a pair of pink clamps that came with a remote.

Easing them on your pert nipples, you hiss at the tug, how sensitive you were, before kicking on the best part about it. It sends a shock down your spine. Your room filled with a low thrum and you sighed at the sensation the vibrator was sending through your breasts. You flicked your thumb, upping the intensity, and you moaned.

You thought about how he’d lick his lips looking at you under all of the stimulation.

Breathing turning a little heavy, you grabbed the next item which was certainly the busiest: a body harness. Its intended purpose was to keep your legs up and parted, providing the easiest and most indecent access to your pussy. Spread wide open, displayed to him. For him.

You hefted the strap around your neck before sliding up the bed with your remaining toys. Bringing your knees closer to your head, you then slipped the matching belts on your thighs. The stretch sent you tingles to your brain—it was almost as if you were microdosing an orgasm—when you tightened the leather around your skin. You experimentally tried to bring your legs down.

They don’t budge, chain rattling and leather digging. Perfect.

Stuck in this position, you’re hyper aware of how wet you’ve gotten, pussy dripping. You feel your wetness slowly pour outside of you, onto the bed, and you can’t wait until it’s his nut that’s pouring out. It’s an obscene display, one that you have no power to stop anyone else from viewing if they were to walk into your room at this very moment, and admittedly the thought turned you on.

How would he react?

Would he hear you moaning from outside, and come in knowing what you had in store with that devilish smirk on his face? Would he walk in with a little sweet wholesome trinket, like your favorite flowers only to see you drooling and nasty for him? Or would he already be wanting to fuck you on the way here, cock hard and all?

With the thought of him in mind, you snatched the belt by your side. It looked like a normal accessory, saved for the large circle on the opposite end of the buckle. You level that with your mouth, puckering your lips around it before wrapping and buckling the gag behind your head.

You fell back onto the sheets, drool accumulating in your mouth. A small dribble slides down your chin and plops on your tits, tickling in a sensual way. A flash of the feeling of how much drool would spill on your tits when he face fucked you crossed your mind, causing you to build up a desperation for him.

There were still two items you needed to put on, but you were too horny thinking of how you’re preparing yourself for Micah’s arrival. Even though this entire night was planned around how he’ll fuck you senseless, you really wanted to feel something now.

So after sloppily tying the blindfold over your eyes and slinging the fuzzy cuffs around your non-dominant hand, you thought about him.

His footsteps. The way he opens the sliding door. His smell. The way he shoves his cock down your throat. His hands. The way he fucks your face with no remorse, only to kiss you softly later.

You want it all. You want all of him. Wholly. Entirely.

You slowly eased your fingers between your legs, brushing them over your thighs.  The sensation always makes you shiver in anticipation. You start to lightly rub tight little circles on your clit, almost scared to fully go at it. Feeling a little guilty you’re starting without him. A little embarrassed thinking about feeling good, knowing he could come over any moment. Aroused by the mixture of feelings. You teased yourself, secretly hoping to be completely desperate for him, and loving that feeling.

You’re trembling thinking about him, you think you can get off on thinking about him alone. How he thrusts his cock into your pussy, pushing your inner walls. How he holds your waist down when he cums inside of you. How he sounds calling your name softly. You feel like you can already smell him and—

Because of the O-shaped gag, you openly moaned, the chains of the harness tinkling as you tried to rock with your fingers for the best stimulation.

Micah would walk in any second now, see you writhing on the bed, chasing a pleasure that should be his to take, deny, control.

You couldn’t stop thinking about how he’s look at you, restless with the need to fuck you, dick hard and heavy in his jeans— palming the prominent bulge with a promise to fill you up with his cum.

The imagery sent you spiraling, hand working a little faster on your cunt. You desperately wanted him in you, pounding you into oblivion, riding your back up the sheets, breaking the headboard against the wall. Just him using you as his personal cocksleeve, thrusting into you with only his pleasure in mind was all that you had wanted.

Moans rolled over your tongue. You’re there. You’re on the brink! Just a little more and—!

There’s a tight grip on your wrist. “Wow, being naughty without me?”

It’s him. He’s been watching you all this time. You wonder if he’s been jerking off looking at you or if he’d been just watching with a hard on. You just know that he wants you with how deep and heavy his voice sounds. It sends you a tingle and you can’t help but curl your toes.

You almost cum from the excitement. Your wrist was wrenched away, chains ringing as you’re jostled and forcibly pulled away from an orgasm. Micah’s here, deep voice near your ear as he clicked the other handcuff around your wrist— finalizing your restriction and tugging it over your head.

“Did you really think that you could get away with that?”

You whined, attempting to vocalize his name with an apology or a beg as you’re plunged into submission with the growl in his voice.

“Shh, cocksluts don’t get to speak.”

Something taps you against your cheek, warm and heavy, and your chest heaved knowing it’s his cock he’s dragging across your skin. You missed this smell. The softness of his foreskin. The warmth of it. You feel how it’s bulging for you. It’s twitches and the blood that pulses for you.

“Mmmmm,” You turned your head, hoping to catch a taste of him with your tongue but his coarse fingers gripped your chin, holding your head in place as he traced the line of your nose with his dick.

“You want me so bad, don’t you? Look at you, all disheveled for me.” He inched his cock lower, catching the tip on your cupid’s bow, and you’re only allowed a taste of the precum that’s been drooling over, sweet and addicting and simply him.

“You know, I was a little late because I stopped to get you a new GPU. I was gonna treat my angel to something nice.”

Fuck. You love him. You were playing some co-op online games when your graphics lagged once. ONCE. And he got you a GPU. You have never wanted someone to fuck your face so badly before.

“But maybe I shouldn’t have,” he pauses and–

Without warning, Micah’s thumb dipped into your mouth, pressing against your tongue. You worked at it immediately, lubricating his digit, swirling around the pad, and bobbing your head to simulate a suck with your lips perpetually parted.

He chuckled, continuing, “since you’re going to be too busy being my little slut.”

You twinged at the thought of how he’s peering down at you, how bad his cock was weeping against your cheek.

“Tongue out.” It was a throaty demand, one that you willingly obliged. Micah dropped his length on the flat of it and licked up a broad stripe on the underside. He sucked in a breath through his teeth, melting with the heat of your mouth, and you instinctively leant forward in an attempt to suck—but he aggressively shoves your head back into the pillow.

“Now, did I say that you could do that?”

You wanted his dick down your throat already. You wanted to choke around it, for him to bruise the back of your mouth, for you to taste him long after he’s done using you.

You’re barely processing what he’s saying, dizzy from your steaming arousal.

“You gonna behave?” He asked, raspy and hungry.

So with a swallow— Micah bit back a moan at the way your throat openly constricted— you nodded.

“Stick your tongue out for me.” You obey. He places his cock on your tongue and slowly–painfully slowly moves it back and forth, jerking himself off. His precum drips down onto your tongue, and you’d give anything in the world to lick it off of him, but you can’t. But because you can’t, you want to…so badly. You desperately want to.

The inside of your head was full of repetitive screaming, yelling, screeching want for him: please use my mouth, please shove your cock inside me, please!

–But you control yourself.

After a moment that felt like hours, Micah caressed your cheek, satisfied.

“Good girl.”

You’re rewarded with a slow draw of his cock down your mouth. Micah shallowly jerked himself on your tongue, allowing you to feel the veins leading up to his tip, the slit that’s still dripping with his arousal. His movements made loud squelching noises as your mouth was watering for him, you love the sound.

You wanted nothing more than to lap at his throbbing cock like a bitch starved, but you held back. Control was something he had trained you in, and while you had lost it momentarily, you’re compliant with his dick.

“That’s it. Yes. What a good little cockslut you are.”

And suddenly, in one motion, he thrusts his entire cock down the back of your throat. You knew it was a safe sign for you to start sucking, and so you hollowed your cheeks around him— moaning when he hit the back of your mouth just how you like it. You’re moaning and blubbering nonsense out of your throat.

Subjugated under him, you can do nothing except take him as you’re forced to breathe through your nose— his pace persistent and ramping.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” He pulls out swiftly, leaving you a slobbery mess. Your tongue lolling after him as a mix of saliva and precum streaked your lips. You raked in a breath as he petted your hair. “Mmm, the feeling of your throat is unforgettable.”

Spurned on by his praise, you stuck your tongue out once more— begging.

He answers by slamming his cock down your throat. “You just want cum splurged in the back of the throat don’t you, fucking slut.” You tingled at him calling you by your favorite pet name. His sweet moans as your spit and tongue wrangled around his member came to your senses like drops of honey. You wanted him to break you more, more, and more.

Lost in your senses, his cock comes dislodged from your throat and bops you on the nose.  “Daydreaming, are we?” he said, with a dry voice. Emotionless with only a tinge of amusement, as if talking to an object.

Knowing exactly what you wanted, he reached down to your vibrators, turning the dial up to a higher frequency. You clenched your teeth in a hopeless attempt to brace for impact as electricity crashed through your body. You could barely stand it, but he didn’t care at all and you liked it that way.

While you’re overstimulated, he carefully removes your gag and blindfold, placing a light kiss on your lips. Then wiping off the drool from your chin. You’re not able to respond.

Between the giggling and flinching, you pursed up a few choice words to spit at him, “How—” you coughed, your throat and your mind still far out of sync. Micah could only laugh a bit spitefully at your pathetic show of defiance.

“Say that again? I can’t hear you.” he curtly rubbed his cock against your temple. You couldn’t see his face past that, but you were sure he was looking down at you like he had owned you like a king.

As your hands placed gently on his cock and, your face caressed it. The only thing that crossed your mind as you did so was one thing: maybe he really did own you. “How are you liking your present, asshole?”

He gets on his knees and leans down to you. Your hairs stood in fear when he pressed two fingers inside of you, knowing exactly where they’d go. He smacked his lips, seemingly satisfied. The fearful look that no doubt raced across your face was exactly what he was looking for. “Oh, I fucking love my present. But—”

“Wait—”

He giggled in a way that made your hairs stand on end. He audibly stuck his tongue out once more, feasting on the sight of his captured prey. “I have a bad habit of breaking my toys… Let’s hope I don’t break this one.”

A plea for mercy was the only thing you tried to muster, but it fell on deaf ears as Micah plunged his fingers straight down inside you. In a single stab, he made you and your g-spot quake. Your legs flexed as you clawed at Micah’s back, your teeth still clenched in defiance. You wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of letting him hear you scream.

Broken laughter turned to incorrigible slurring, you tried to force out a smirk. You were still in control here. You were— “Break me? P-Please, you couldn’t even—ugh, fuck!”

With his free hand, Micah pulled at your cheek and laughed at you yet again. Sticking his finger in your mouth, you sucked on it out of instinct. “Yeah? You sound pretty broken right now. Can’t even speak right, can you?”

Wrapping his finger around your tongue, he played with your mouth while cheekily taunting you with his own. His tongue swirled, your mind whirring like he was putting you under hypnosis. But really, he was just saying that you were under his complete control with or without that. “God… f-fuck you…” you desperately let out, out of some childish compulsion.

He brings his face up next to yours, the curls of his hair raining down to brush against your cheeks. The moisture of his breath tickled your nose as he spoke. “I’m already fucking you,” he pulled your lip with his finger.

You almost wanted to laugh, but as his fingers went in and out of you, you knew that wasn’t possible. “Wh-what the fuck—” you could barely parse the words as his other hand made its way up your collar and wrapped around your neck. But you had a split second of clarity from how dorky his dirty talk was and blurted, “You know that that was some third grader shit you just pulled.”

His lips, like his hands, left a trail of kisses as he steadily made his way up from your nape to the edges of your lips. He still wore that self-satisfied look on his face all the while. “Yeah, I do, but I also know how to shut you up, so it doesn’t matter.”

Without being given a moment to process what he said, he shoveled his tongue down your mouth with no warning or preamble. Between this, his fingers still being caught inside your clit, and the vibrators—you were being pulled between heaven and hell. He pulled your body closer to him, not in any sort of loving embrace, but as a way of mocking you. You could almost hear him saying: ‘You love this, don’t you?’

You hate that he’s completely right. You do love it. Wherever you are, in Heaven or Hell, as he took complete control of you in his hands—it was an undeniable ecstacy. Your hazy thoughts became crystal clear as his fingers slipped out. For a moment, you’d come back to your senses. For a moment, you were just about to beg him to put them back in. However, as his cock slid up against your clit’s lips, you heaved a breath and braced. The main event was only just getting started.

As your world went from pitch dark nothing to this, all you could see—or wanted to see, was his face. It was one of rapture, unfiltered bliss, lust, and love. It was every emotion you could possibly picture from him at once, and that was all you’d really needed.

Embarrassingly, seeing his face had made you convulse all of a sudden, and you squeezed down on his cock. “I’m cumming!” 

Micah giggled at you, but it was the sort of cute giggle he normally did. Kissing you on the forehead, he embraced you warmly—as if welcoming you back despite having gone nowhere. Your heart beat in repeated, blissful rhumba as it was snugly wrapped in the feelings and memories of when you first fell in love with him. Even now as you stared off at the side of your bed, you caught a glimpse of the glistening, freshly manufactured GPU he’d bought for you. “...Micah, how much was that thing?”

He brings you in closer, and you’re put at ease by his usual vanilla mint scent, mixed with the tang of sweat. He chuckles casually, “Not enough for this, I tell ya!”

Your eyes rolled as he gave a refreshingly predictable answer, “Shut up.” you tell him dryly.

The ends of his lips pursed, and his cock started twitching. You wondered for a moment if he liked being talked to like that, but then you remembered that this was Micah. As his cock pulses inside you as he looks at you with a child-like, almost curious smile that went from ear-to-ear. “If it’s okay for you… d’you wanna ride me?”

He’s so goddamn adorable.

Then and there, you puckered yourself up and pulled him in for a soft, fleeting kiss. That was answer enough, but you had to say it too: “Of course, I do.”

Not missing a beat, he picks you up effortlessly, and you’re again reminded of how much stronger he was compared to you. As he leaned you into your office chair, your excitement left you feeling itchy. He then diverts his attention to your PC and messes with the mouse for a moment. Suddenly, a window for recording software appears on screen—and your face begins to burn up at the revelation. He’d been recording the both of you this entire time.

He sheepishly scratches his cheek, mildly indulging in your no-doubt stupefied face. It took him a small moment to speak, but he eventually does so, “So remember how I said I wanted some home videos?”

Likewise, it took you a moment to process all this. “...Yeah, I said yes to that…”

“Good!” Micah’s previously confident disposition returned without warning. His hands caressed your heels as that childish look on his face remained. “Now,  spread your pussy apart. I want the camera to see you riding me.”

Your prior embarrassment simmered somewhat, but it was still there as you complied. You shimmied yourself on top of him, legs shaking all the while. As his still-hard cock entered you slowly, you caught sight of a fang jutting out from a corner of this smug-ass smirk of his. The ‘master’ persona he took on earlier clearly hadn’t fully gone away, because this fucker is enjoying every second of this. His cock’s in-and-out slowed until it stopped entirely.

“This is so embarrassing…” you whined, your refusal to move earning a particularly catty grin as he indulged in your flustered look. His hands tickle your hips, and you look down to see a now confident glint in his eyes. He makes his way up your stomach, before taking your boobs and fondling them. He pulled at your nipples for a moment, and a slight shock went down your back as they snapped back into place. Your breathing became uneven and shaky, it almost felt like he had something to prove by turning you on even more than before. As if to make a point of this, he spanks your ass and you feel it jiggle. It stinged, but you liked it that way.

“Fine then, don’t move. You won’t get yourself off, though.” he said, lifting his upper body up and stuffing his face between your boobs. He comfortably laid just like that for a moment, to your confusion. But just as you thought he’d remain that way, without warning he nibbled at your nipple. With that, a flip was switched on in your head—and you started bouncing on his cock again. It was like protocol, there was no thought or opinion behind it, but you just knew it was right every time his shaft knocked at your cervix. Anytime you so much as suggested slowing down as you rode him up and down, he’d slap your ass and your fire would be ignited once again.

“Giddy up, girl. Ride me.” his voice ran ragged as he exerted himself. If your mind wasn’t lost in the corners of euphoria, you might’ve smacked him for that crack. Micah’s eyes slanted as he practically choked your waist with his fingers. Rhythmic and ugly slapping echoed throughout the whole room, and that was about the only thing left your senses could even make sense of. With every slap, with every time he lifted you up and brought you back down, his cock got bigger inside of you. He was close. He was going to cum, and so were you—again. You clamp down on his cock, your pussy begging for it before you even had a chance to vocalize it.

“Oh—fuck! Do it inside of me!” you said, your fingers digging into his hips as you still bounced up and down. Somewhere along the way, his confident demeanor eroded into nothing but a mess of moans and gasps. As you both locked eyes, he brought you in and caressed himself in your tits. Arching his back, his arms suddenly reach around you and force his cock inside you. The dam had burst, and all you could feel was the hot sensation of load filling you. You wanted to let out a scream, but he buried that with a well-timed kiss. By the time you stopped locking lips, Micah looked tired. He caressed your face as you laid idly in his arms, contentment written all over both your faces.

“Angel?” he said, his voice tired.

“Yes, Micah?”

“I love you.”

Even though you didn’t wanna move a muscle, you chose to lock eyes with him. You wanted to see his smile, and wanted him to see yours. “I love you, too.”

A moment of silence passes as you nestle your chin near Micah’s neck. The gentle whir of his breathing would’ve been enough to put you to sleep right then and there. As you contemplated doing exactly that, he spoke again:

“Angel?”

“Yes, Micah…?”

“I’m jet lagged…” he laughed, his voice raising several octaves. He really sounded like he was gonna crash at any moment. You wondered at that moment, who pushed who harder just minutes ago?

You spat a small chuckle as you rose off of him, being met with a sheepish smile. “Go on ‘n pass out, babe.”

As you raise yourself off of him, he practically has to drag himself towards your bed. He fell into the soft bedding like a tipped cow. As you headed to wash yourself, you heard him whisper one last thing before fatigue claimed him:

“...Pussy like NyQuil…”