more pervybsfmichael because im in heat
sypnosis: michael is over at your house and gets a little crazy while you're sleep.
nutritional info: somnophilia, teasing, michael is sub then kinda dom, masturbation, michael cant stop cumming on your face basically.
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pervybsfmichael who is stuck at your apartment since his ac went out. its way too hot outside, and you’re always willing to help a friend in need.
pervybsfmichael who spends the entire morning being teased without mercy. when he sits down you climb into his lap and kiss his flushed cheeks. when he tries to read you start moving back and forth on his lap.
“you’re doin’ this on purpose.”
“so?”
“im jus’ tryin to be good...”
pervybsfmichael who nearly chokes on his orange juice when you bend over in front of him to pick up something you dropped on purpose. when you sit back down and stare at him, displeased with his restraint, he says
“please don’t look at me like that. you’re so dirty.” with a small laugh.
pervybsfmichael who is hard for hours on end and hates himself for it. he keeps telling himself
she’s just teasing, she doesn’t mean it
control yourself
dont be a creep
you continue “accidentally” brushing against him anyways.
pervybsfmichael who is a whiny mess by afternoon. “can we please jus’ watch a movie?”
“you don’t really mean this, you’re jus’ teasin’ me”
pervybsfmichael who can’t think straight when you change into just an oversized shirt. his dick is so exhausted by this point, being worked up all day with no signs of relief.
“that’s-- you cant wear that. what are you doin’?” when you sit next to him, teasingly spreading your legs he closes his eyes in shame as you plant a kiss on his cute face.
pervybsfmichael who is fully red by evening. you’ve spent hours grinding your ass against him during “cuddles,” whispering filthy things just to watch him squirm, and pulling away to mock him a little. he looks so cute. just so adorable, his red cheeks, his glossy eyes, and his hard dick.
pervybsfmichael who finally watches you yawn and head to your room around midnight.
“goodnight” he calls softly. “sleep well.”
he knows he’s not going to sleep at all.
pervybsfmichael who lies on your couch in the dark, already touching himself the second your door clicks shut. he’s so hard it’s throbbing through his hand. twenty minutes later his arm is burning, and he still hasn’t cum.
pervybsfmichael who keeps stroking anyway, jaw wound tight.
why won’t it come out? it feels so good but it’s not enough. it hurts so much... i just want this to be over.
pervybsfmichael who sits up, frustrated and desperate. he sees all his pretty chocolate veins raising from his length. he didn’t realize he had so many. there was so much blood being sent to his dick and it still wasn’t working… he stares at your closed bedroom door for a long time.
maybe just for a second… just to look.
i won’t do anything.
pervybsfmichael who creeps into your room on silent feet, already breathing through his mouth like a dog. you’re out cold, drooling a little onto your pastel pink pillow. he stands at the edge of the bed with his shoulders tense, pulls his dick out with a shaky hand, and starts stroking his over-hard length right over your sleeping face. his wet tip is only inches from your parted lips.
pervybsfmichael who whispers to himself in a cracked, wet little voice, eyes glossy and unfocused. he pats his leaking tip against your bottom lip, smearing fresh-made precum over it like he’s marking you.
“i’m sorry… i’m so sorry… you just look so pretty and i can’t finish and i’m losing my mind…”
then he got a little crazy.
“you’re mine when you’re asleep, you know that? you belong to me now… you’re gonna taste me in your dreams… yeah? my sleeping princess mmmhh…”
pervybsfmichael who notices your clothes in a pile on the floor. the same shirt you teased him in all day. something in him snaps a little. he steadily pulls the blanket down until both of your tits are exposed to him.
pervybsfmichael who moans under his breath at the sight.
“God… look at you. just like this for me, baby?” his fist moves faster. guilt and lust are working so hard he feels sick to his stomach.
pervybsfmichael who starts whimpering quietly as he gets close.
“i shouldn’t—this is so wrong—you’re asleep and i’m about to—” his hips stutter forward.
pervybsfmichael who cums hard with a choked, pathetic little gasp.
“nnh… aahh…”
thick white ropes shoot out one after another, seven heavy shots that he deliberately aims across your pretty face, painting your cheeks and the bridge of your nose before making sure to cover your lips with his liquid love ♡.
he watches, watering eyes and breathing hard, as the warm cum slowly slips between your parted lips and into your sleeping mouth. you don’t move at all, being so good for him.
pervybsfmichael who freezes in pure terror the second it’s over.
oh my god. oh my god i just nutted all over her face… i have to fix this, what have i done??
pervybsfmichael who panics and runs to the bathroom for a warm washcloth. when he comes back and brings it toward your face to clean you up, you shift and make a tiny sound. he yanks his hand back like he’d touched a hot stove.
pervybsfmichael who tries again thirty seconds later. same result. you almost open your eyes this time. he backs away, heart nearly jumping out of his chest.
okay… okay i’ll wait. fifteen minutes. deeper sleep. then i’ll clean it. it’ll be okay.
pervybsfmichael who sits on the couch just outside your room and watches the clock, still sticky and shaking a little. the guilt is so heavy he feels like crying.
i’m a monster. she trusted me, and i did that. painted her sweet face in her sleep like a predator…she didn’t deserve this…
pervybsfmichael who feels something building under his wrists as they lay in his lap. he looks down after only ten minutes and realizes he’s fully hard again.
what in the world… this never happens. i just came. why am i hard again?
pervybsfmichael who tries to ignore it. he lasts maybe two more minutes before he’s stroking again in the dark living room, doe eyes squeezed shut.
this is insane. i’m fucking insane.
pervybsfmichael who stands up when the fifteen minutes are over, dick still hungry for more in his fist. he tells himself he’s only going in to clean you up. the second he sees your cum-covered face in the moonlight, the bad thoughts start.
pervybsfmichael who stares down at you, breathing hard, eyes locked on your clean forehead like it’s the only thing that exists.
she teased me all day.
she made me suffer so now she deserves this.
m’gonna paint that pretty forehead first… watch it drip down into your eyebrows… you like skincare so much, right?
you should be grateful I’m giving you this. i should make you eat up every drop.
pervybsfmichael who keeps stroking right over your face, faster and meaner this time, aiming higher. the guilt is still there but it’s turning into something demented, and fast.
“you were so fuckin mean today,” he whispers, his light voice shaking with sick excitement.
“kept me hard for hours. this is what you get… i’m gonna glaze your whole entire face, ‘kay?”
pervybsfmichael who is openly talking to your sleeping body now, obsessed and losing his mind.“look at you… already wearing my first load and you’re about to get another right on that perfect face. i need it to look like a facemask. bet you’d love the protein, it’d be good for your skin, right? such a girly girl…mhmm.”
pervybsfmichael who feels himself getting too close, too fast.
“more paint for the princess. you deserve it, friend. should make you swallow every drop when you wake up. teach y’not to tease me.”
pervybsfmichael who nuts all over his besties face a second time with a low, growling moan. more thick ropes striping across your forehead and lips mainly, mixing with the first load that’s already cooling. you don’t even twitch. you’re deeply under, completely defenseless.
your face is entirely marked by mikey. you’re nearly unidentifiable. he strokes himself tighter a couple times, squeezing out the last three drops that he has. he gave you everything in him. everything his pretty balls had to offer. he plants his tip on your forehead, just leaving his dick standing there. he was so fucking proud of what he had done.
pervybsfmichael who pulls out his phone with unsteady hands before he can talk himself out of it. he takes lots of pictures of your sleeping face covered in his love; close-ups, different angles, making sure to get your tits in the picture. he especially loved the pics where his tip rested lovingly on your forehead, then on your lips, somehow slipping past them after a few seconds and laying on your teeth. his heart slams with every shot.
pervybsfmichael who whispers while he does it, “revenge… just so i remember how mean you were. and how pretty you look like this.”
the guilt floods his veins, now he hates how much the pictures turn him on
pervybsfmichael who finally grabs the warm washcloth and cleans you as quickly and carefully as possible. this time you don’t move at all. he wipes every trace away, gentle and kind around your eyes and mouth. now you’re friends again. just friends helping eachother, even if you don’t know yet.
pervybsfmichael who checks twice that nothing is left. then he leans down and presses a long, soft kiss to your forehead.
“i’m sorry,” he breathes. “i’m really, really sorry. you didn’t deserve that. i’m so bad.”
pervybsfmichael who curls up on the couch, still half-hard, still ashamed of how he treated his friend. “never again,” he whispers into the dark. “i’m never doing that again.”
pervybsfmichael who closes his eyes and knows it’s a lie. the second time felt way too fucking good. the pictures are already burned into his brain. and tomorrow you’ll probably tease him all over again.
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