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he noticed it then. watched as you tried to pay attention to whoever was talking to you, watched how your legs were jittery. noticed your soft thighs pressing together every time your eyes managed to rake over to him. oh.

poor baby.

it took everything in him to find the confidence to finally act on it though. he’d never initiated anything like this in public, especially not when he was the focus of the entire session. but he found a loophole, anxiety churning in his gut as he watched what was essentially the entire crew take a break for lunch. that’s when he grabbed you

“—mike, what ‘ryou” you said, stunned as a fingerless glove clad hand grabbed your wrist and tugged you away from your company. he shushed you immediately, tugging you close to his side as he whispered down at you, “shh, sh baby, please — just gimme a sec”

it didn’t take long until he found the bathroom.

the mirrors had long since fogged up since he’d dragged you in here, pushed you against the sink with his hips. he towered over you, big black combat boots making him taller than his already tall stature, muscles strengthened from years of throwing himself into dance boxing you against the sink.

his hand down your pants.

his fingers had first tentatively brushed against your clif, boxing you in with a hand on the other side of the sink beside you, pushing you until you bent over — trying to quieten you, thumb dusting over your clit as you mewled, he simply responded with, “no i know, i know baby,, shhh”

he could feel himself growing hard behind you, the friction of your hips bucking into his hand causing you to brush against his throbbing length confined by his tight pants. but all he could focus on was the way you were already falling apart in his hands, a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead — entirely aware of the location, “please honey” he whispered, voice laboured by lust as he knocked his forehead against yours from behind, “go-gotta be quiet mama, please” he urged, so desperate

but it was really his fault you were making the noises you were, he got so scared by the fact he could hear footsteps just past the door, he jumped! shoving his fingers deep into your pussy. he flushed when you cried out, immediately clamping a hand over your mouth and pulling you back into him, the warmth surrounding his fingers making him falter as he dropped his lips to your hair, slightly sweaty from the exertion he was putting your body under as he curled his long fingers against that spongey spot inside, he almost couldn’t take it when you keened a pretty little “michael” from behind his hand, pushing his hand tighter against your lips, groaning at the feeling of your spit wetting his palm as he kissed the top of your head, “i know, i know — ‘m- ‘m sorry mama, cmon for me baby”

his fingers slipped into your mouth, moving in unconscious tandem with his fingers shoved knuckle deep into your pussy, working you open from both ends, growing impossibly redder himself as he fucked you on his hand, getting all shy and hiding his face when you let out a garbled little whimper against his hands, “ff-fuck” he muttered, head knocking against your spine between your shoulder blades.

and he couldn’t stop fucking his own hips against your ass, pushing you both further towards release as he let his hand slip out of your cunt, circling your clit impossibly fast as he fucked against your ass.

and as you both came, he crashed his lips against yours, fingers hooking in your hair as he spines you, pushing his pelvis against your wet core to dry hump you both through it as he spilled into his too tight pants, and you dripped down your legs

and poor baby :( he was so embarrassed after, shaky hands pruned from your wetness wiping the slick off your legs, pressing hurried little kisses to your lips — “feels good? yeah? yeah? that felt good? oh—“ he gets all jittery, looking down at his pants, unsure what to do, “y-yeah i felt good too mama”

you have to sit him down on the toilet seat with a little chuckle, stroke his face gently until he calms down with a little, “what’s the matter?”

“everybody’s gonna know i—“ he points down to his pants, “y’know” and it seems like he interrupts himself mentally? brows furrowing as he looks up at you with those big bambi eyes — “but — just saw how needy you were, wanted to help you mama i—“

you cut him off with a kiss

and that’s how you ended up here <3

his head dropped down onto your collarbone, hushed little pants falling from his lips like he couldn’t dare to hold them in anymore as you worked your hand up and down his pretty dick. and it was so pretty, achingly hard, smooth, curved, the pretty tip flushed a beautifully deep shade of red, disappearing every time your hand slipped over it to work at his head

“feels good, huh?” you whispered into his ear, free hand tipping under his chin to force his eyes to meet yours, smiling at the sight in front of you. poor baby was on the verge of tears, sunglasses discarded onto the toilet seat of the small cubicle you were locked in, him pushed against the wall as you leant against him, jerking his dick to the point where he’s nearly crying, “huh?” you urged

“y-yeah, yeah mama, feels so—“ his eyes fluttered shut, cheeks pink in embarrassment as his hips twitched, strained from not wanting to fuck your fist, he could never be so vulgar! but you could. your heel made its way onto his toe, pressing down gently to elicit that little bit of pain you knew he loved, needed it to ground himself, “i know baby, i know”

you could feel your grip on his dick loosening with the slickness of his pre, pearly white leaking from his throbbing tip as he hid his face into your neck once more, his hands coming around your shoulders in some bizarre sort of a hug, crushing you against him as he groaned — well, sobbed — with the knot forming in his stomach,

“fuck my hand, mikey, make yourself feel good baby” you stepped back, watching him — flushed, beautiful, shy. you just nodded. he, of course, obeyed, whimpering — just a little, before his hips started to rut into your hand. and poor baby, you could just see the moment it set in for him, how good it felt to fuck your fist like he wanted to

his face contorted in utter passion, his light stage makeup starting to sweat down his face as he blubbered and whimpered and sobbed as he started to fuck your fist harder

and then, he came

and it was beautiful

hot pearly ropes shooting up your wrist, down onto the floor, his big hands coming up to cover his face because he was just so so embarrassed. and he looked so cute, hips n dick still twitching as he rode out the last of his orgasm

“i can’t go back out there” you heard him groan from behind his palms as you were busy gathering all his cum from where it’d splattered across your wrist, you just hummed and caught his face once more

making him watch as your cum soaked finger slid into your mouth. his dick twitched violently against your thigh

“bet you’re not nervous now”