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Moving in with Michael was a game changer.
You two had been in a relationship for a relatively longer time at this point, so you'd both decided to take it a step further, with you moving into the Aftons' house.
Besides, it's had advantages on both behalves: you and Michael had a lot more time to spend together, hang out, and support each other. Plus, you could help each other out and split those tedious household chores.
Michael's house was a cozy, well-furnished, and decorated family home. However, since he was the only one left inhabiting it...Well, as expected, it's lost its shine and grown a gloomy, lonely atmosphere throughout the years.
It was hard work maintaining everything, especially when you're Michael, working the night shift as a security guard and the living room is pretty much the only room you go back to after a tiring day, usually just to eat popcorn and watch a cliché vampire show. Hey, it's the most interesting thing streaming in the early morning hours.
You couldn't blame Michael; After everything that had happened with his family, you weren't surprised that he's been living such a gloomy lifestyle.
Your moving in had brought big changes. With your initiative and a lot of hard work, you guys have managed to restore and clean the place, finally breathing life into a home that for years had more the ambiance of a haunted graveyard than a family house.
When it came to you two, things have gotten better since then, especially with you as Michael's partner. He found it extremely hard to trust people, but you stayed with him through a lot and he opened up to you, and you'd done the same to him.
You'd go to work a bit after he'd come back in the morning from his night shift, so you'd always welcome him with a meal and a kiss. Too shy to express his affection through words, he would grab your waist and pepper your collarbone and shoulder with kisses, burying his face in your shoulder.
It was an irreplaceable feeling.
How lovey-dovey you two were! It was adorable. You'd snort thinking about it, but it sometimes almost seemed like you two were living the typical "80s middle-class suburban housewife with a working husband" lifestyle. Minus the rowdy kids running around the house.
On that topic...You haven't had that talk with Michael yet. It was a bit early to discuss if he wanted to have kids or not. It's something you'd have to have a long, thorough talk about.
At least in this time, things had changed a lot compared to a few decades before. Sex used to be seen as something purely for conceiving children--nothing more, nothing less.
Now, however, more couples, including Michael and yourself, had been experimenting with sex and kinks as something more often as a stress reliever, a way to enjoy yourselves, or to become more intimate with each other.
In the beginning, both of you had been rather shy about discussing it, but by now, you’ve opened up and talked about new things you'd like to try together.
Luckily, today you had something new in mind to try with Michael. You'd consulted a friend to try to gain a bit more knowledge about it, and hopefully, your boyfriend wouldn't mind trying it out.
When he arrived home, you greeted him as sweetly as usual. You threw your arms around his broad shoulders and pressed your lips against his.
He smiled gently into the kiss, letting his arms rest on your hips, rubbing the skin up and down and pulling you closer to him. After pulling away from the kiss, you looked up at him with sly eyes and a slight smirk.
Oh, he noticed the difference in expression today. You usually greet him with sparkling eyes and an innocent, beaming smile, but today, something was a bit off, a bit different. Something mischievous was hiding in that gleam in your eyes.
Smiling and cocking an eyebrow, he decided to comment on it. "Darling," he said, his voice smooth and deep, laced with tiredness, "what's with that mischievous look on your face? You've got something planned, haven't you?"
He wasn't wrong; you've missed him an awful lot lately. You've got a lot of pent-up emotions and feelings you wanted to let loose with him. "I'm not sure what you mean. I'm just really happy to see you. Food's ready, let's eat first, okay?" You flashed him an innocent look. He smiled lightly, deciding to let you off the hook for now. "Whatever you say, hun." He teased gently.
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After eating, you and Michael decided to take some time off for yourselves and relax on your bed upstairs. He decided to continue reading a book that you had recommended to him a few weeks earlier. It's a classic.
You had comfortably snuggled into his warm, broad chest while he idly ran his fingers through your hair, holding the book with his other hand. He told you once that it helped him calm down. As you watched him reading his book in comfortable silence, you sighed, savoring this moment and his presence for as long as you could.
However romantic and fulfilling this was, this wasn't going to last too long, since you had plans of your own. While observing his distracted face, you decided to slowly trail your hand down his stomach.
A small, amused smile etched itself on his face as his stomach muscles flexed under your fingers. "What's up? Tryna get my attention or something?"
You just smiled right back at him, mouth zipped shut. Testing the waters, you went down lower to his lower abdomen. His face molded into a rather confused expression. "Hun, what are you doing?"
Deciding to play stupid just to push his buttons, you raised an eyebrow, tilting your head innocently. "Huh? I'm not doing anything." You slid your fingers down even lower, ghosting them over his clothed cock.
Michael twitched under your touch and shot you a warning look. "What are you up to?..." You buried your face further into his chest and tried to contain your amusement, all the while starting to palm and massage his cock with more pressure. You enjoyed hearing his stuttering breath He wasn't resisting, and was even grinding his hips in the slightest against your hand.
You guessed you weren't the only one that missed this.
"Sooo...Did you get to the good part yet? Y'know, the one where they discover the body?" You pretended to innocently change the topic, peeking into his opened book, your hand still not ceasing its movement.
You waited for one of his typical sarcastic remarks or eye rolls. You waited for something, anything. He stayed quiet. You finally turned your head around to inspect his face, and it sure surprised you.
His eyes were half-lidded and his cheeks pink. His lips were slightly agape, his chest rising and sinking with his short, rapid breaths. His eyes slowly shifted to your own and he mumbled, "Shit. Darling, please touch me more."
Your stomach twisted with excitement. You complied with his request and continued applying pressure to his cock and bit your lip while savoring all his adorable reactions. When you massaged a sensitive spot, he ground against your hand and let out a grunt, tipping his head slightly back.
God, how he turned you on. You had begun to feel your own lower regions start pulsing: you needed some friction too. Everything was moving rather quickly, it was kind of an "in the heat" moment.
You pulled your pants and shirt off and he took it as a cue to do the same. You climbed on top of him and started grinding on his hard cock through his boxers. Before he could utter another sound, you crashed your lips onto his. You both moaned into each others' mouths as the friction provided you both immense pleasure.
His tongue shamelessly invaded your mouth as he grabbed your ass and pushed you down harder on his dick as he ground against you. It felt amazing, but clearly, both of you weren't going to be satisfied with just this for long.
He slipped his fingers under the hem of your underwear and looked at you for approval. "May I?" You put on a smug smile and told him, "Not yet, there's something I wanted us to try. Tell me if you're up for it, okay?"
He nodded, his expression turning a bit surprised as you leaned over the bed and reached into the drawer, pulling out a small bunch of rope.
His eyes immediately lit up excitedly when he saw you holding it in your hand. So cute.
You laughed. "Do I even need to ask if you like it? That face tells me all I need to know."
"God, please..." He mumbled, closing his eyes, and you didn't need to be a mind reader to guess what fantasies were probably going through his head at that moment. You chuckled in amusement again, asking teasingly. "You want me to tie you up, Mikey?"
He snorted at your silly nickname for him, but quickly answered, trying to swallow his shyness. "Yes." So straightforward of your shy little Michael. Testing him further, you rolled your eyes and commented, "I don't hear you asking nicely. I think you don't even want it that badly then."
He clicked his tongue in annoyance and you knew that he wanted to be bratty with you again, but both of you knew that you wouldn't give him what he wanted if he didn't behave.
Roughly grinding on him again, as if to prove a point and remind him of the pleasure he could receive if he complied, you bit back a moan and watched as he sounded out with his embarrassed, red face: "P-please. Please, please, please... Fuuuck..." His words slurred together as he mumbled out shameless begs.
Smiling at his adorable expression, you pushed yourself off of his body and told him: "Get on your knees. Arms behind your back, babe." He listened and followed everything you told him to do. You skillfully tied his arms behind his back, and, while he was totally off guard, pushed him back on the bed.
He was now vulnerable for you to use him as you pleased. His pants got tighter thinking about how he could barely move while you bounce on his cock, using him as your pathetic sex toy. He got so caught up in his daydreams he didn't notice you leaning over him with a sly smile.
You traced your fingers over his stomach gently, then up to his chest. His skin turned hot and goosebumps rose wherever you ran your fingers, his body twitching under your touch. His breaths came out soft, yet ragged and his back arched slightly in an attempt to feel more of your touch.
You finally leaned in and took one of his soft nipples into your mouth, gently sucking on it while roaming your hands around his stomach. He didn't expect to enjoy the sensation so much. He bit back his moans as your hand moved down to his boxers to remove them.
He grunted as he watched his fully erect cock spring out against his stomach. Your face was dangerously close to it, too. His breath hitched. You didn't break eye contact as you run your fingertips along the thick shaft of his dick, pressing your lips against the pulsing tip.
He bit his lip anticipatingly, slowly growing impatient but keeping his mouth shut. You decided to slowly close your mouth around the head, massaging it gently with your tongue. He let out a loud moan, thrusting his hips up out of instinct, forcing you to take a big mouthful of his cock.
This little greedy shit. You choked on it but managed to regain your composure soon after. Slipping it out of your mouth, you commented in an annoyed manner, "Shit, Mikey. So impatient, huh?" He breathed out, "Fuck, I-I'm so sorry I-"
"I'm not gonna be so nice this time." You cut him off, clearly now more turned on than irritated. His eyes widened in surprise and excitement. You took him in easier this time, challenging yourself to reach the base of his dick, roughly circling and massaging it with your tongue, humming and causing pleasurable vibrations as you did so.
He moaned and thrashed against his restraints and it was the hottest thing you've ever seen in your life. Him twitching and pulsing in your mouth, struggling against the ropes, all the while letting out an epiphany of high-pitched whimpers, moans and grunts, and quiet repetitions of your name.
Such a good fucking boy he was, just for you.
Only you.
You knew that if his hands hadn't been restrained, by now he would've put his hand on the back of your neck and throat-fucked you. He was always so damn gentle during sex, and as much as you appreciated it, you wanted to see him get possessive and rough sometimes. Too bad he was the one trapped in this situation. He had his hands tied. No, literally.
You could get used to this.
It turned you on so much to see him like this. Even you had your patience, and after this, you couldn't wait long to ride him.
The thought of that made you take his pulsing cock out of your mouth soon before he was about to cum. You were a quick learner and had long before learned to recognize the tiny hints his body showed shortly before an orgasm.
He whined loudly with a complaint, but his disappointment didn't last long as you slipped off your underwear impatiently, craving to have him inside you.
Michael looked up at you hungrily, waiting for you to dominate him. He wasn't the only one that grew impatient. You took his cock and gently ground your wet hole against it, eliciting quiet moans from the both of you.
Biting your lip hard, you lowered yourself down on his thick cock. Michael let out a long moan and you whimpered at the feeling. It stretched your tight hole so good, that it started to hurt. After taking your time adjusting to the size, you sunk yourself even more and took more of his twitching dick inside you.
"...S-shit..." You moaned with relief after fully taking him in. It was now that Michael spoke up with praise. "Fuck, you take it so good every single time, my darling..." Your brain went fuzzy at his praise. He knew you loved it. You felt stuffed to the brim and you loved every second of it.
Michael as well seemed to be enjoying it too much. You could see in his eyes the urge to break out of his restraints, grab your ass and impale you on his dick, if it were possible, of course. Sadly for him, he was still very much restrained.
After a few minutes of getting used to his thick length, you slowly started to rock your hips against his, and the only thing he could do is arch his back and try to sync his hip movements with yours.
He hated not being able to move as he pleased, but he loved it at the same time: you, the love of his life, taking his cock like a good little thing, with a flushed red face and legs trembling, cute moans spilling past your lips. "F-fuuuck...So fucking gorgeous for me, darling...Just like that. Don't stop, okay?"
You nodded, going red at his praise. Even though you were the one being dominant, he never failed to make you flush with his words. In a moment of boldness, placing your arms on his chest, you started to lift yourself off of his cock, now slick with your juices, and slam yourself back down. He threw his head back and whimpered and whined as loudly as he could, even louder than your sweet noises.
Caught up in the building pleasure before you both were about to orgasm, you put your hand around Michael's throat and squeezed, immediately amplifying every sensation and nearly tipping him over the edge. You crashed your lips on his, invading his mouth with your tongue while continuing to ride his cock.
Broken sobs and begs and gibberish spilled out of his mouth into yours as he could feel himself getting dangerously closer. His moans and noises were making you feel so hot that you felt like you were on fire. You wanted to stay in this moment together, forever, where the only thing you could feel, smell, hear and touch is only him.
You impaled yourself on his thickly lubricated dick as he trembled, moving his hips against you the best he could. Finally, the ecstasy hit you both like a massive wave of pleasure that washed all over your bodies.
You rode out your orgasm on his cock, moaning and whining as Michael's eyes rolled back and his mouth came agape, not being able to utter any understandable words, just loud, broken moans and variations of your name.
His seed exploded inside you, pumping you so full of his cum that you felt it almost sliding down your thighs.
When you both finally felt the climax subsiding, you decided to take this a step further: it wasn't over yet. With greater effort, you continued bouncing on his dick even after you both had come, wanting to extend the pleasure just a little longer. Michael couldn't take it. Tears spilled onto his cheeks as he yelled out curses and begs as you both were driven into overstimulation.
You whined loudly with pleasure as your hole burned with white-hot pleasure as he soon came again even harder, hips slamming into yours and pumping your hole with hot cum.
After such an intense second high, you both were intensely worn out. Your eyes were filled with tears, your cheeks hot and your body slick with sweat. Michael didn't look much different. Your legs trembled and shook as you were barely able to lift yourself off of him.
After a good number of minutes of slowly getting back to his senses, Michael looked back at you and let out a hearty laugh at your embarrassed face and trembling form. There's the old Michael you knew. It was nice to hear his laugh, he doesn't let it out often and your heart fluttered every time you heard it.
Hardly able to move from exhaustion, you tried your best to untie his restraints from your position. When he was unleashed, he helped you off and pulled you into a deep, passionate kiss while placing his hand on the back of your neck. Between each kiss, he mumbled quietly I love yous and praises while you ran your fingers through his hair.
He embraced you so gently and lovingly, yet tight enough to show you that he'd protect you from anyone or anything. He's never letting his only love go. Now, who wouldn't get emotional during that?
After such a heartfelt cuddle session and a rather messy cleanup, you finally crashed down on the bed next to him, trying to cool off your sweltering body heat, but Michael trying to cuddle up wasn't helping.
Of course, you let him, though. You loved him too much. He peppered your face in soft kisses and let out a genuine chuckle at your annoyed reaction. You snuggled into his warm chest, trying to hide your embarrassed face from your sly boyfriend.
"I love you, darling."
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I hope my first smut in years wasn't that bad. I'm sorry it's not that good, it's rushed, I just wanted to publish it and put it out there asap. Thanks for reading!