𑣲 d೩rooɳ ｡

tonight had been less delightful than you imagined. attending your first event with your boyfriend was supposed to be exciting, you didn’t mind appearing as a little accessory- you were standing next to the king of pop all night, or you would’ve been. michael spent the evening tending to other guests, he practically ignored you. you knew this was a great business opportunity for him, getting to meet very valuable people and whatnot, but you did not expect michael to not even introduce you to anyone. you spent the evening sipping champagne and people watching, michael not even glancing in your direction.

michael only remembered your existence, or so it felt like, once the event came to an end. he walked over to you, with an innocent smile that’d make any girl faint- but you were not having it.

“hi baby,” he placed a hand on your wrist, “are you ready to leave?”

you sharply nodded, body stiffening at his touch. as you rose and fixed your dress, you didn’t even look back at him. his brows furrowed in confusion as you strutted to the elevator, and he followed with long steps. you tightly held your clutch between your forearm and upper torso, pressing the downstairs dial on the elevator once… then twice… then a third

“baby,” he smiled in confusion, “are you okay?”

the silver doors opened, and you walked forward with crossed arms. michaels growing concern became apparent on his face, a slight frown forming. he pressed the lobby button, and turned back to look at you. you refused to meet his eyes, your focus stuck on the exit of the elevator.

“baby,” he fully turned around and walked towards you, “did i do something wrong?”

you raised your eyebrows and finally looked at his… it almost made you feel bad. almost.

the elevator graciously opened, and you strutted down the dimly lit lobby area. thankfully, the chauffeur was waiting immediately outside the building. michael held the door open for you and slid in next to you.

“princess,” michael broke the awkward seconds of silence and desperately turned his head to yours, “can we talk?”

“what about,” your body still rigid.

“what did i do to make you upset?”

you scoffed and rolled your eyes to the window. you’d rather stay the whole car ride in silence than talk to him about his lack of hospitality.

blaring lights and sirens were soon heard outside, accompanied by the subtle stop of the car. looking out the window, you noticed there was an accident about a mile down which caused you and many other cars the inability to movie. you facepalmed and thought that it was absolutely unbelievable that this would happen tonight of all nights. michael, the opportunist, raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips together.

“well,” he said under his breath, followed by a sign of annoyance from you.

“well?”

you, finally, looked over at him, “let’s talk.”

“so you don’t like the silent treatment now, do you?”

he scrunched his brows and you watched as be put the pieces together, relaxing his face once he realized.

“i wasn’t giving you the silent treatment, i was busy baby,” he explained.

you shook your head, “okay michael.”

he raised his brow at the name, “michael?”

your nostrils flared when you met his gaze, “michael.”

the car moved only a few feet forward before reaching a stop once more. he nodded. typically, michael could handle your attitude- but he didn’t have to invite you tonight. your boyfriend distanced his legs apart, and patted his thigh, “come here.”

“no.”

he grabbed your wrist like before, except now it was more firm and that caused you to widen your eyes- feeling smaller, “come, baby.”

reluctantly, you complied and looked down, ashamed at your failure to stand your ground.

“do you remember when i invited you to accompany me tonight,” his voice was almost condescending.

you nodded as placed circles into your waist with his thumb.

“that i said i was going to be busy,” you nodded again, that i’m here for work.”

“yes.”

“yes who,” he turned your head towards his.

your eyes focused on the buttons of his shirt, “yes, sir.”

“mhm, good girl... so, why did you expect me to entertain you?”

you shook your head.

he raised one brow, “no?”

“no…” you replied weakly.

his hand reached to your thigh, stroking your tender skin with his slender fingers, “so now we’re lying, baby?”

you stood silent.

“come on top of me.”

you hesitated, staring at him with a look of uncertainty.

“come, baby,” he patted your thigh with encouragement.

you complied and you held on to his shoulders for support, fingers grazing the coat of the backseat. the soft lights of the limousine illuminated the beautiful sequins on the short dress that now pooled between your michaels thighs. his hands shifted to tenderly hold your waist.

“move.”

“what?”

“your hips,” he squeezed the flesh on your side, which sent shivers down your spine.

“why,” your tone containing more attitude than you meant- you bit your lip as if you could take it back.

he took a deep breath in, trying to relax himself, “because i said so,” his tone was sharp.

shyly, you began to grind your clothed cunt onto his growing erection. a breathy sigh escaped your lips as you focused on the fabric of your off-white dress.

“let’s have a conversation, yeah, baby?”

“mm,” you nodded, only thinking about the heat arising in your core, “okay..”

“two weeks ago i told you about this event,” letting out a sigh when you grazed the head of his twitching length, “yeah?”

you nodded, but he lifted your head to his with a gentle finger, “look at me when i speak to you.”

you bit your lip back, timid at the vulnerable state you were in.

“and use your words,” he commanded before starting again, “‘n i told you that i got invited to this big gala?”

“yes,” your lips quivered as you picked up your pace. the slightest embarrassment creeping up on you as the eye contact turned you on, your eyebrows raised in pleasure.

“yeah?”

“mhm,” you nodded frantically, your orgasm reaching you sooner than you thought. truthfully, michael was always busy and any bit of his touch made you sensitive- no matter how bratty you could be, no matter how much you denied it.

“yeah, baby? remember?”

“yes-,” your movements became more dramatic and your breath was heavy, “yes!”

you jumped at the sudden firm grip as michael held your hips in place, soon whining in desperation- though the not-long-lasting movement of the car allowed you to feel a sudden rush of pleasure.

“what d’ya remember,” his thumb caressed your lower back.

you were hoping for him to let you off easy, but he was not.

you pouted, “the gala…,” your voice trailed off. you were too focused on the hot sensation between your legs.

he smacked your face, and your body jolted up, lifting your hand to your cheek to sooth the pain. he removed your hand, replacing it with his own. his touch was soft on your smooth skin, you’d never guessed it was the same hand that left red marks on your ass every now and then.

“we’re having a conversation baby,” he slid his hand back down to your waist, “i listen to you when you speak. i expect the same respect, okay, baby?”

you pouted and nodded.

“words,” he reminded you.

“yes sir.”

he smiled, and lightly slapped your ass to encourage you to resume your movement.

“now listen to me,” his tone parental yet soft, “the conversation we had about the gala.”

you nodded, “yes,” gasping at the familiar feeling while you moved into his aching cock. he groaned at the sensation.

“i told you that it was a work trip, that you could come to london with me, and i told you that if you did attend this gala i would be very busy.”

you nodded at each statement, every one was true after all; your movements stilled with shame.

“i know baby,” he caressed your face as he involuntarily bucked his hips into you.

“mmm, michael,” you cried out, tossing your head back as he hit your sensitive spot.

“i know baby, i told you these things.”

“m sorry,” your movements picked up once more- conflicted by the feelings of shame and pleasure, though you knew you needed to chase that high.

“fuck,” michael exhaled sharply, “so, if i told you all of these things, why would you act out tonight?”

your fingers shifted into his soft hair, clinging onto him, and your elbows pressed into the leather seats.

“‘d’know mikey,” you sniffled into his neck. michaels arms wrapped around your back, caressing your sensitive body.

“you don’t know,” his voice returning to that condescending tone and you shook your head pathetically.

“m sorry,” you whined muffled by his body.

“sorry?”

you nodded, desperate not only for your orgasm, but for him to forgive you. michael let you use him until he noticed your release becoming closer once more. he glided his hands to your rocking hips, and after a few seconds held your sensitive body in place. your clothed cunt was dripping in desperation, you could almost cry. your body twitched as the now-moving car allowed you to get the slightest bit of relief.

“you know why you acted out,” he pulled you back, taking in your glistening eyes. the sight was nearly enough to make him feel sorry for you, but he didn’t.

you fiddled with the buttons on his top, shaking your head, michael ran a hand down the open back of your dress to stroke your tender body.

“tell me,” he prompted.

“i said i don’t know, mikey…”

“because you’re a brat,” the words came of his mouth as sharp as a knife. you pouted. it was the truth, though it hurt your feelings. you shook your head, trying to shake it off.

“say it,” his fingers still skating across your spine.

“‘m a brat,” mumbling beneath your breath.

his free hand slid a graceful finger along your side, grazing your neck before sliding to your chin and slowly raising your head to meet his dark gaze.

“didn’t hear you.”

you looked into his eyes, “‘m a brat,” slightly cringing at the embarrassment, at your own actions.

michael smiled, pleased with your tone. both hands met your waist and began to move you onto his throbbing cock. the idea of his erection alone was enough to make you cum, the mixture of eye contact and the moving vehicle sent you through the roof. the car. he bucked his hips into you repeatedly, the two of you could probably drive the car like this. it wasn’t long before you felt your orgasm arise again, your toes curling in your heals. your breathing was rhythmic, in tune with each other.

“mikey.. mm,” you whine at the stimulation, pleading.

“yes,” his heart practically beating out of his chest, “yes, baby?”

“need..” you squeezed your thighs around his waist as if it put him inside of you, clawing at his abdomen.

in seconds michael unbuttoned his pants and released his throbbing cock, you winced at his size. he snuck his hands beneath your sequined dress and pushed your panties to the side. you lifted your hips while michael aligned with your entrance, and just within barely pushing in the tip tears streamed down your face. michael kissed the tears down your cheek while you inched down onto him. you’ve never taken michaels cock without being stretched out before, this sensation was new. it hurt but it felt euphoric.

“michael!” the car came to a sharp stop- causing you to fall onto his dick entirely, “oh my fucking god,” you whined in pain.

gripping onto his shoulders support, michael kissed your neck with his soft lip, holding back his pleasure in an attempt to soothe you.

“fuck,” he whimpered beneath you, “y’okay baby?”

you hiccuped, “think so..”

you began to slide on top of him, your clit grazing the fabric of his shirt.

“ah, mikey,” you gripped his collar, “feels good-“

he swiped a finger against your clit, causing you to cry out his name. you furrowed your brows, the aching sensation you’ve been reaching for finally coming back. you were a stammering mess.

michael noticed the way you clamped down on his thick cock, “mm, needa cum, sweet girl?”

you desperately nodded in response, biting your lip back.

“go ahead,” he exhaled as he felt you release.

“michael, my god,” you sobbed, “so good.”

“mmhm,” he groaned, “s’it baby,” caressing the nape of your neck. at the same time, he released inside of you, you winced at the overstimulation.

you tried to catch your breath, but within only a few moments he began to move you up and down on his, still, throbbing cock. your hands turned to your fists and clasped your chest, twitching.

“mikey- what’r you,” you moaned, unable to finish your sentence as he deeply stroked your insides. your eyes squeezed shut, you couldn’t even think of any other word other than michael.

“teaching you a lesson.”

michael repeatedly lifted you up and down his length with deep strokes that you were sure reached your cervix.

“ahh- mike, miike,” you looked down at him with tears rushing down your face, your mascara smudged as he wiped your tears. he whispered encouragement beneath his breath as you were forced to endure every single inch of him.

your thighs twitched, feeling your orgasm once again. you whimpered, overtaken by the pleasure that consumed your trembling body.

“again,” he commanded.

“can’t,” you shook your head profusely.

he slowly lowered you down onto him, which made led to a long string of embarrassing sounds out of your mouth. as you clenched around his cock again, he bucked his hips further into you.

“mikey, fuck, mike,” you dug your nails into the leather of the seat beside you, arching your back- trying to escape.

he placed kisses onto the skin of your collarbone as you rode out your second orgasm, “s’too much?” he teased.

you fell onto him again, his cock twitching inside you. he rubbed his hand up and down your back, which allowed you to finally relax into him. your body occasionally twitched while soft whimpers escaped you. your eyes fluttered shut, michael kissed your neck soothingly, reminiscent of a lullaby.

you weren’t sure how much time had passed, you just felt a soft tap on your back. you hummed awake, noticing the lit up hotel before you.

“time to get up baby,” he whispered into your ear before placing a soft kiss there.

“mmm,” you sighed, and when you moved you were reminded of the stimulation of his cock inside of you. you placed your hand to your mouth, and he lowly laughed at your reaction.

“you okay baby?” he dragged his finger along your arm.

your eyes still blinked open, and you nodded softly. michael helped you climb over him and you held him for support- holding back your whines.

“‘m sorry for being a brat,” you sleepily mumbled. you dragged your right leg over his lap, returning to your original position. you wiped your eyes and looked up at him. michael readjusted himself before responding, pushing your messy hair behind your ear.

“oh baby,” he frowned, “you know i love you, right?”

“mhm… ‘n im sorry.”

he placed a tender kiss on your plush lips, “‘s okay baby.”

your body fell weak, leaning onto him.

“we gotta get you inside baby,” he smiled at your sleepy disposition.

“mm.. i look crazy…”

“you look beautiful, princess.”

you weakly smiled at him.

“mr. jackson,” the driver called out, “are you ready to leave?”

“yes, thank you,” he responded sweetly, “let’s go baby,” michael pressed his sunglasses onto you- to hide the mascara smudged around your eyes.

michael climbed out the car upon the chauffeur opening the door, he reached out for your hand. you took it, and struggled to stay upright. you clasped onto his arm for help.

“woah, woah,” michael reached out to you with his other arm.

you looked up at him, your legs were insanely weak- the pain didn’t kick in until this moment. you dropped back into the seat of the car, failing to hold yourself up.

“hurts, mikey…”

he frowned, “i’m sorry baby,” biting his lip back in remorse. he wished that he was more gentle with you.

micheal lifted you up bridal style and you latched onto him, he took you up to the 7th floor of the exclusive hotel you two were staying at. with the traffic and the already far distance of the gala, it was extremely late.

when he made it to the room, he laid you down onto the cushiony mattress of your shared bed and changed your clothes. he gave you a sweatshirt of his and pink pajama pants. it was far too late for a shower, and he just wanted to take care of you.

within a few minutes, michael joined you on the bed wearing a matching set of pajamas, but only the pants. he placed a kiss onto your nose as you drifted of to sleep.

“‘m sorry, baby,” he whispered.

you shook your head “‘s okay…”

“gonna make it up to you, okay?”