𓏲ּ𝄢 bad!michael’s girl wants.needs him to be rougher with her!
description 𓏲ּ𝄢 michael would always satisfy you in bed, he was very talented, but he was also very gentle. he’d never ever wanna hurt you in bed, afraid of even pulling your hair while giving you the nastiest backshots.. you started to want more, seeing how big his hands were, how he’d look when he was mad, it turned you on so much. you needed michael to manhandle you, and you were gonna get it, one way or another.
warnings 𓏲ּ𝄢 dom!michael, p in v, oral sex (m receiving), hair pulling, squirting, brattysub!reader, choking, use of vibrator, no use of y/n, uses of names such as ‘baby, mama, pretty, sweet girl’,stomach bulge
you were currently sitting in the bed with michael, watching some movie that you found oh so boring, but he begged you to watch it, and who were you to deny that handsome face? even though the tv was playing, your thoughts were drowning out all the noise.
you were staring. hard. you couldn’t help but to look at his fingers, wishing that he’d stuff them in your mouth while—
“baby, you alright?”
that soft, smooth voice cuts right through your nasty thought like a warm knife through butter.
your eyes drift up from his hands to his face, and you nod a little.. he smiles at you, and you gently rub his chest.. “mikey..” you softly says, kissing his cheek.
“yes, pretty?” he murmurs, his eyes staying on the tv and his mouth still fucking up that popcorn..
“y’know.. how we have sex, nd stuff?” you reluctantly say..
he chuckles a bit.. “ i know of it..” he says .. then his smirk drops a little.. “ am i not pleasing you correctly?” he says, making your eyes widen..
“no!, no baby, you please me perfectly.. you’re just.. really gentle with me.. you act like i’m made of glass or something..” you say, pouting a little.
“that’s cus you are made of glass in my eyes, angel..” he says, his eyes trailing back to the tv..
you look at him, and softly sigh at his sweet response. you loved how genuine and kind he was, but you really really wanted more..
“i know, mikey, but have you ever thought about being a little rougher in bed?” you say, looking at him
“rougher? oh no, mama. i couldn’t even imagine being rough with you. i don’t think i’ll ever be able to do it.” he mindlessly says, rubbing your thigh.
all your dreams and hopes seem to crash down, and your face falls a little.. you curl into him, and give up on the conversation for now, but you were gonna get what you wanted, and soon.
it had been about a week since you talked to michael about being rougher in bed. you guys had sex once during that time period, it was great, but he was still gentle, and it wasn’t scratching that itch for you..
it’s a wednesday afternoon, and the sun in shining through the blinds. you’re sitting on the couch, flipping through tv channels, when michael storms in, looking pissed off.
“what’s wrong, baby?” you say, still flipping through the channels.
he plops down next to you, his eyes dark with anger.. “some new producer person, or whatever he was, he was in the studio today, and said my vocals sound horrible. can you believe how ignorant that is, can you, baby?” he says, folding his arms over his chest.
you start to comfort him, then your mind flickers back to your dirty thought about your oh so sweet boyfriend fucking you dumb, and you smile a little..
“well, maybe he wasn’t lying.” you retort, still looking at the tv.
michael’s expression flickers for a quick second, and he turns to look at you. “excuse me?” he says, he jaw clenching.
“i’m just saying, baby. maybe you didn’t sound the best today.” you mutter..
“so you think i sound horrible?”
“i mean.. i wouldnt—“ you start, but remember your plan.. “yea. that’s why i don’t listen to your music. i hate it.” you mutter, lying straight through your teeth jus for some dick.
for a moment, there was silence. then, the remote was snatched out of your hand. before you could say anything, you were being dragged by your arm to y’all’s bedroom. you smile a little, hearing his pissed off muttering.
“done lost your damn mind.. talking to me like that. oughta teach you some respect.” he hisses, pushing the bedroom door open with more force than necessary.
he practically pushed you onto the bed, and by this point, you were soaking wet..
“off, take all that shit off.” he commands in a low mutter, not even looking at you as he slips his loafers off..
“no.” you defiantly respond, crossing your legs.
he looks at you, his jaw tight and his eyes are thin slits of anger. “i’m not playing with you. take your clothes off. now.” he says, pointing at you with a long, straight finger.
you look at him, and you start to strip.. you slowly lift your shirt, irritating him even further. he walks over to you, pushing your hands away and ripping you shirt in half with surprising strength. he tugs your pants down..
“on your knees.” he says.
you shake your head.. “no. why should i?” you says, the bratty tone in your voice driving him crazy.
he grabs your hair, forcing you to look at him..
“because i said so.” he growls, gripping your face with his other hand
you kneel infront of him, looking up at him. he unzips his pants, letting them fall before he pulls out his heavy length, letting it rest on your temple, right between your eyes.
“nasty ass girl. gettin me rowled up like this.” he mutters, stroking himself against your face.
you pout, acting like you don’t want it, knowing damn well that you NEED this.
“open. stick out your tongue, lemme see it.” he murmurs..
you slowly open your mouth, sticking your tongue all the way out.. michael slowly thrusts his dick in your mouth, his tip hitting far back in your throat.. you try to pushes at his thigh, but he grabs both your wrists with one hand.
“don’t touch me. just take this dick down your throat.” he hisses. his head tilts back and he starts thrusting a little faster, enjoy the feeling of his tip being constricted by your throat.
you whine around him, and his free hand tugs at your hair as a warning .. he bites his lip, grinding his hips into a circle..
“fuckkk..” he groans out, gripping your head and holding it tight..
he only pulls away when you gag, loosening his grip on your head, and slowly pulling his dick out your throat.. you pant, staring up at him.
he pulls you up by your arm, and throws you on the bed.. he rips your victoria’s secret panties off of you..
“those were my fav—“ you try, but getting cut off by the sound of his mean voice.
“shut up. m’not trying to hear that.” he says, spreading you legs.. he pushes them up and back, making your knees touch your perky tits.
“but they’re my favorite, you ripped them..” you whined, trying to get a rise out of him.
“what did i just say?” he says, smacking your inner thigh. he reaches into his top drawer, looking through it for a moment, then he pulls out his favorite thing ever ever. the pink wand vibrator stares back at you when you glare at it.
he looks at you, and positions himself at your entrance. he slips in, and at the same time, he turns on the vibrator and presses it directly on your clit, making you let out a loud moan.
“grab it. don’t take it off your pussy, ‘m not playin.” he murmurs, pushes the handle into your hand.. he bites his lip and he starts giving you deep, nasty strokes..
his right hand travels up to your throat, holding.. his thrusts start to get rougher and harder, to the point where he’s pounding into you..
you struggle to hold the vibrator to your pussy..
“nngh! can’t take bothhh!” you whimper, your toes already curling..
“you asked for this, baby, this is what you wanted. take it, stop complaining.” he muttered, his eyes shutting for a second when you clench around him.. he pushes your legs farther back towards your shoulders and bites his lip.. he picks up the pace, slamming into you with wild abandon.
“ oh m’gosh y-yess— michael!” you whined, your eyes rolling back when he hits that good spot on your back walls… you look up at him, but for some reason, his focus was on your stomach.. you look down, and you see the bulge of his cock, everytime he’d thrust inside.
he presses his hand against your abdomen, feeling his dick inside.. “so deep inside this wet, sloppy pussy. mhmm.” he hisses, his eyes fluttering shut .. he wraps both hands around your throat while he fucks you into the mattress
you felt like you could barely take it, you were finally getting what you were asking for.. you press the vibrator down harder on your clit, and at the same time, michael hits your spot hard. he could’ve sworn he seen your eyes cross.
“s’fuckingood—mike don’t stoppp, s’deepp, ohmygoshh..” you slur, your legs trembling a little.
he smirks a little and grinds at the end of every thrust.
“c-choke me harder..” you babble, your toes curling and vision blurring a bit.
he looks at you, and he could tell you really wanted it. he reluctantly tightens his grip around your neck, and your pussy tightens up as well..
“f-fuck yes! nngh! m’so close!” you moan out, your breath hitching in your throat.
“yeah? you wanna cum? beg for it.” he says, slowing down his thrust to a barely there rock..
“nonono, baby please! needa cum! let me cum around y-your dick!” you beg, tears coming to your eyes after being denied an orgasm. the vibrator was still buzzing against your clit, but you needed the both of them to have the orgasm you wanted..
“do you deserve it? hm? do you deserve to cum around me?” he coos, grabbing your face with one hand and smushing your cheeks together.
you nod, looking up at him with teary eyes.. “uh huh..” you manage to get out.. he pushes your head back onto the mattress, and starts fucking you dumb again.
you bite your lip, and your eyes start to roll back.. he shifts to turn up the vibrator, then keeps going.
“oh god! oh god mikey, ‘m soo close!” you gasp, holding the vibrator with both hand.. michael chokes you again, nd your vision blurs.
your back starts to arch, and your legs tremble harder. “ hnngh fuckk! mikey im—“ you try, but he cuts you off.
“i know, baby.. mikey knows..” he coos, thrusting into you faster..
“mikey yesss!” you whined, the heat in your lower stomach exploding as you start you squirt your juices all over his dick.
“ohh shittt..” he hisses, getting closer once he feels you clench and release all over him. you start to take the vibrator off your clit.
“unt unt, i said keep it there, put it back on your clit, girl.” he growls. you comply, and your body jerks a little.. your pussy spasms more and lets out more squirt.
“ ohh fuckk.. mmhm.. i’m cummin in this pussy.. cummin in my pussy..” he groans, giving three deep thrusts before holding himself deep inside you, releasing all in your womb…
you whimper, and he finally allows you to turn the vibrator off.. you lay there, completely cockdrunk..
“was that good for you, baby? was it rough enough? did i hurt you?” he says, propping himself up on his elbow next to you, and stroking your hair.
“s’good, mikey.. should do that more often..” you sleepily mutter, giggling a little.
“do you really hate my music?”
“course not.. just said that so you could fuck me..”
“ you’re nasty..”
and those were that last words you spoke to each other before you slumped against his chest and fell straight asleep.
princess’s note! > i hope you guys like this one too, i kinda got carried away, this isn’t proofread so im sorry about any mistakes, and can someone tell me how to check my word count so i can start putting it on here? :)
