maybeee umm something bout mike fucking you on the dinner table orrr in his studio, just like bending you over there in general
yes. sounds yummy. send tweet. (ps. more pervy otw!michael coming soon ❤︎)
cw: sexually explicit content mdni! p in v, reader is a bit of brat, overstimulation, hair pulling, michael gets kinda rough n mean :(
you’d finally convinced michael to bring you with him to his studio while he worked on a new album. he told you this was very important, it had to be perfect and he had to focus, so you had to be good for him. you had to be patient. “just sit there and be pretty.” he told you.
unfortunately, watching michael work his magic wasn’t as enchanting as it sounded. of course he sounded beautiful when he sang, but he’d only been writing down lyrics then erasing them for the past hour. and that was after he finally got you to sit quietly. “michael.” you said, knees pulled to your chest as you sat on a nearby chair. he gave a flat hum in response, not even stopping to look up at you as to not break his focus. “im bored,” you tell him. no response. “aren’t you bored? you’re not even doing anything.” you ask. he finally looked up from his work and gave you a smile that swallowed all your complaints. “just a little longer baby, okay?” he said and you nodded, but sighed dramatically.
another hour or so passed by of you trying to keep yourself entertained. you walked around the room a few times now, looking at things and stopping to pout at michael when he noticed you. he gave you a look of warning as if he knew that you were about to mess with him. his studio was impressive at least, you liked all the cool gear that you had no idea how to use. now michael had headphones on, large hands on the mixing console in the center of the room. whatever he was doing now, you didn’t want him to stop. you focused on the way his fingers flexed moving across the controls and how perfect his plaid button up shirt fit on his arms and chest. his pants fit him so well too, you noticed. you didn’t notice that michael had been watching you stare at him as he worked.
you stood and walked over to him, rubbing a hand on his shoulder. “take a break, mikey. you deserve it.” you say in a sweet voice. he turns to face you with a sigh. “yeah? you really think i deserve it? i didn’t get as far as i wanted to,” he gave you no time to answer before snaking his arm around your waist, pulling you closer and whispering, “hard to focus with my pretty girl distracting me in here.”
you couldn’t help the shy smile that appeared on your face. “m not distracting you.” you say. michael moves a hand up to smooth over your hair. “you’re a bad liar baby, y’know that? just tell me what you want.” he muttered, moving to press kisses to your neck. you gasp softly as you feel his warm lips on your your skin. you didn’t realize you were so turned on. “oh—please michael, i want it.” you whined, pulling his head closer in attempts to kiss him. he smoothed his thumb over your soft lips. “mm-mm. none of that. lemme hear you say it.” he told you sternly. you always felt a bit embarrassed when michael made you beg for him, but you hardly cared. “i want your cock, please michael. want you to fuck me, right here.” you breathe.
“mm, right here in my studio?” he asked, pressing a kiss to your lips, “that’s dirty, baby. thought i taught you better than this.” your face burned under his words but he turned you around and bent you over the mixing console nonetheless. he hiked your skirt up to your waist and groaned when he saw how wet you already were through your delicates. he moved your panties to the side, rubbing a finger between your soaked heat as you squirmed impatiently. “shh baby, i know this pussy can’t wait. i’ll give it to her.” he cooed as he undid his belt, freeing his hard cock from his pants. michael pushed into you agonizingly slow to make sure you felt everything. he settled one hand on your waist to steady you, while the other tangled into your hair, tugging just enough to make it hurt the way you love.
you were gasped as you felt him stuff your cunt full of his cock, brows knit together in pleasure. michael wished he could see your face right now as he ruthlessly slammed into your bent-over figure. based on your incoherent moans, he already knew you were a fucked out mess. he hoped you hadn’t started drooling on the controls. michael fucked you through your first orgasm, his pace didn’t falter after you creamed around his cock. “be good and take what i give you baby,” he grunted when you squeezed around him, “this is what you wanted anyway, isn’t it? just wanted all my attention huh?” he asked, chuckling when you could only moan in response.
you came again and again with a wrecked sob when michael pulled your hair harder and brought his fingers to rub circles on your puffy clit. “pleaseplease i can’t,no more—” you cried, tears pricking your eyes at the overwhelming feeling of pleasure. michael continued to abuse your sensitive cunt until he came inside you, leaning down to bite your neck as he did. you were a complete sticky mess between your legs and thighs. the two of you breathed heavily in the now silent room before he moved your body to face him and kissed you.
“next time, let me work first,” he murmured against your lips, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth “then you can have all of me.”
