Hi!! I love your work! Do you think you could do something with overstimulating Michael? Basically just making him cum a lot 😅
Summary: You and Michael are out at Studio 54. You’re on the floor, dancing, having a good time, but you see something you don’t like.
Warnings: NSFW, smut, male oral, overstimulation, mentions of D*ana, begging, use of a vibrator, reader is lowk mean but mike is into it.
A/n: Hi!! Im glad you like my works! (It means so much to me omg) hope you like it. I made a off the wall reference 👀👀 As always, my readers are always black, but I make sure my characters work for everyone.
The bass in the music is making you feel some type of way. You’re currently sitting at a table with Michael, your head bopping to the beat. “I think I wanna go dance.” You say to Michael, hoping the music isn’t drowning out your voice.
He nods. “Alright, have fun.”
You frown slightly. “You don’t wanna dance with me?” He shakes his head. “I don’t want to tire myself out before the concert tomorrow. But, you can get on the floor.”
You sigh. “Alright, I’ll be back.”
About 30 minutes later, you’re enjoying yourself, dancing, a light layer of sweat building on your forehead.
You look over to where Michael is, or was, but you can’t find him. ‘Huh. That’s weird’ You look left and right, trying to find him.
Now, you’re wondering around, looking like a lost child trying to find their parent. Eventually, you give up, figuring that he’s probably in the restroom.
As you turn around to go back to your shared table, you see Michael. With her. Diana. They’re dancing on the floor, having the time of their life.
You’re not even mad about him dancing, Yes you are it’s the fact that he’s dancing with her. Oh hell no. You’re not going to do this tonight.
You grab your things and leave. As you open the backseat of the car door, and sit down, Bill is in the driver seat.
He looks back at you, eyebrows pinched together. “Where’s Michael?” You sigh. “He’s in there. With her.”
He nods, understanding how you feel. He puts the car in drive, ready to take you home, but before he’s able to drive off, there’s a voice outside of the door saying your name.
You sigh, already knowing who it is. “Unlock the door.” You roll your eyes, moving to sit behind Bill, not bothering to unlock the door. “Bill!” His voice is as stern as it can be.
Bill shakes his head in disbelief, unlocking the door. Michael hops in the car, looking at you with a frown. “What’s wrong? Did I do something?” His eyes shining with concern.
You scoff, looking at him, your eyes falling to his cheek that’s accompanied by a red lipstick mark. “Look at your cheek, then ask me that again.”
He frowns, bringing his hand up to feel around his cheek. He brings his hand down to see a smear of red. He sighs. Diana.
“Don’t tell me this is about her.” He shifts his gaze towards you, just to find you looking out the window, your legs crossed. He says your name, but you ignore him. He repeats it over and over again.
You finally speak up, just to say: “Hey, Bill? Can you turn that up? I love this song.” You ask, the radio playing Sade.
Michael sighs, giving up, hopefully you both will have a talk at home.
Michael is currently sitting on the couch, legs spread open with you in between them. “Are you sorry?” You ask, your hand moving up and down on his cock slowly.
Michael moans, his hands gripping the cushions. “Y-yes, I am!”
“Are you sure?” You move your thumb to trace his tip. “Uh- please!” He moans, his head falling back, eyes closing in pleasure.
“Please keep going? Please give you more? Or please stop?” You ask, continuing your movements.
His head snaps up, eyes wide open. “No, no, no, no, no, please, keep going!” He whines, hips thrusting up, desperate for more friction.
“I don’t know,” you drag out. “I don’t know if you really gave me an apology.” You slowly halt your movements.
“Okay, okay, okay, I-I’m sorry for- for dancing with her a-and letting her kiss my cheek!” He pants out.
“Thank you for the apology.” You pick up the pace of your hands, then bobbing your head up and down ln his length.
His hips jerk up. “Wait, Im gonna cum!” He says trying to push you off of him. You move your hands from his cock to his wrists, pining them down.
You hum around his length, causing chills to go up his spine.
Once again, his head moves back, eyes shut. After a few moments, he came. His body tensing, thighs clenching, his release in your mouth.
You pull back, swallowing. You look at Michael, his chest falling up and down, eyes still closed.
You walk away briefly before coming back with something in your hand. A vibrator. You turn it on, letting the lowest setting hum.
Michaels eyes snap open. “What? What are you doing?” His voice hoarse.
“Shh, just sit back and take it.” You tell him before placing the vibrator on his tip. “Aah! I-I already came!” He both moans and yells out. “I apologized! P-please!”
“You gave me an apology, yes. But I didn’t accept it, did I?” You say, moving the setting to the medium.
“Please, I’m sorry.” Tears falling from his eyes. “Aw.” You mock pout him, bringing a hand up to wipe his tears, then turning the vibrator to it’s higher setting.
He moans your name out, hips jerking. “Im gonna-“ he cuts himself off with a silent moan, eyes rolling to the back of his head. As he cums for the second time, you move the vibrator back.
As he calms down a bit, twitching a few times before you speak up. “If you cum a few more times f’me, I might forgive you.”
