𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐝| 𝐌.𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧
Synopsis: When Michael’s makeup artist cancels minutes before filming, you’re forced to step in. One unexpected favor turns into lingering glances, quiet moments and a chemistry that’s becoming impossible for either of you to ignore
Warnings: smut, overstimulation, & blowjob references. Powerswitch!Michael
As if your job couldn’t get anymore stressful today , at the absolute last minute possible the makeup artist that was hired to do Michael’s makeup canceled due to a family emergency. Completely understandable situation but it just meant you now had to substitute and fill in the position
Michael was under a lot of stress today as well, he had deadlines to meet and any little hiccup in the road meant a delay that could possibly come back and bite him in the ass. It was obvious he was nervous by his leg shaking and constant nail biting, two habits you’ve tried to help him break
The first half of the shoot was completed and Michael was taking a short break in between takes. The only person he wanted to be around was you because a lot of times he felt like nobody understood what his creative visions were the way you understood
You stood in between his legs in front of the vanity mirror patting down his face before reapplying his liner. But you couldn’t help but notice the devious look on his face, he’d been giving you the “fuck me” eyes ever since the two of you arrived on set. Even getting jealous when he caught other people staring at you, but you’d be lying if you said he didn’t absolutely delicious today
But you had your sly ways also, making sure you always “accidentally” brushed your hands over his thighs or dropping your makeup tools in between his legs so you’d have a reason to touch in between his legs and play it off with an innocent “sorry”
Just as you attempted to take a step back Michael wrapped his arms around your waist, stopping you from escaping his eye contact and moving out of his reach, blushing as you finally met his gaze
“Michael what are you doing?” You faintly chuckled
“I know what you’re doing” he said as his hands firmly gripped your butt with his large hands
“I don’t know what you’re talking about” you teased brushing your thumb against his lips
“Oh really?” He smirked
Unexpectedly he squeezed harder before striking your backside “So you haven’t been trying to get my attention today?”
A slight gasp escaped from your mouth causing you to squirm in Michael’s grip before concealing it by biting down on your lip “Did I do something wrong?”
He scoffed “That’s the game you wanna play with me Pinky?”
Even though you failed to acknowledge it’s existence you always caught Michael’s social cues when he was being possessive. Always holding you by your waist when other men were around and ensuring you sat by him through each and every meeting he had. If he really wanted to take it further he’d tease you in ways that drove you insane
He grabbed you by your neck and forced you in a kiss, not realizing you were falling right into his trap. Michael loved the way you would moan in his mouth whenever the two of you tongue kissed, the way your soft hands would roam over his face and chest in the process
“I know you’re soaked underneath aren’t you?” His hands now brushing over your nipples and caressing them as his lips now traveled up your neck
“Yes baby I’ve been craving your touch all day”
Using your free hand you unzipped his pants and got on your knees, kissing his pulsing dick through his underwear. You could hear his hands clenching onto the wooden arm rests of the chair as you teased him
Once you pulled his dick out you started kissing his tip repeatedly, watching it twitch at your every touch until you began sucking on his tip. Immediately Michael closed his eyes and hissed feeling your wet mouth all over his dick
As you sprung your head up and down repeatedly Michael used both of his hands to hold your hair out of the way. Not wanting to miss a single angle of you. He loved how wet your mouth would get to the point you had saliva running down your chest and making a mess on your face
“This is all you wanted wasn’t it? That’s why you had such an attitude with me”
Using the grip he had on your hair to force you up and down as much as he wanted, making the both of you moan contagiously. Just then a knock from outside the trailer came
“Michael were ready for you” the director announced
Hearing this he sped up your pace by bobbing your head faster and forcing you to deep throat him until your eyes filled with tears and your moans could be felt on his shaft
His eyes rolled back and his head dropped feeling the overpowering sensation build up and forcefully shooting down your throat. Having to conceal his own moans by covering his mouth. He could feel his tip continuously hitting your uvula with each thrust
“Michael?!” Another knock at the door
“I’m coming” he weakly replied , almost smirking at the double meaning of what he was saying
But you weren’t fully satisfied with him yet. He tried to move you but you didn’t stop. Instead you locked your fingers with his and continued to deep throat Michael. His hands gripped onto you tighter than he imagined they would’ve, slurring on his words and leaning forward so he can praise you without allowing anyone outside the trailer to hear him
This time when his second orgasm approached he became a lot more talkative, vulnerable even. Thanking you over and over again for being so gentle with him and genuine. As he came down your throat his body jolted forward allowing a tear to slip out and land on your cheek. Constant panting and whining
After cleaning your mouth you sat in Michael’s lap and pulled him in your chest, he was still trying to figure himself out after being overstimulated. You held him close and pressed soft kisses in his forehead “C’mon you have a shoot to finish, if you don’t walk out in the next five minutes they’re gonna break down the damn door”
Finally as you reapplied Michael’s makeup you thought about how as much as Michael loved being overstimulated by you he always had the same reaction. Praising you with tears coming from his face.
He kissed you softly before slipping out of the trailer and heading to the set to film Blood on the Dance Floor. From your spot behind the monitors, you couldn’t tear your eyes away. Every stolen glance in your direction, every smirk that seemed meant just for you, only made the ache in your chest grow stronger. It took everything in you not to pull him aside the moment filming wrapped, half tempted to cancel the rest of the day’s schedule just to have him to yourself
Somewhere along the way, the lines between professionalism and something far more personal had completely disappeared. The boundaries had been crossed so many times that neither of you bothered pretending they still existed. Whatever this was, it had long since become impossible to ignore. The pull between you was simply too strong.
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