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Pairing: Dangerous era michael x singer!reader

synopsis: Michael is recording his song “in the closet,” and you’re there to assist him in crafting the perfect melodies and pitch. 

warnings: smut, pwp, m!oral receiving, sub!Mj

WC: 827 

"Mhm.. that's it baby," Michael murmured under his breath, his voice low and smooth as his head leans back slightly.

The recording booth was dimly lit, the only glow coming from the mixing board beyond the glass. The instrumental of an unfinished track played softly through the speakers, his own vocals echoing around the room.

This wasn't how the session was supposed to go.

You had come to help your boyfriend Michael with harmonies, maybe give feedback and help him with vocals. That had been that plan.

Instead, somewhere between playful teasing and glances, and an undeniable tension that always somehow seemed to build whenever you and Michael were together, the atmosphere had shifted entirely as you found yourself on your knees in front of him; leaving barely any space between you both and the microphone.

As Michael's voice filled the room. You slowly stroke and suck him while he sings into the recording mic. “Hmnh-“ he whimpers“ ….“She wants to give it” he sung biting his lip trying to keep his composure. "Aughh Dare Me" he moaned loudly into the mic then looking at you with a sexy look in his eyes. "Michael, I thought we were just working on the track," you teased, popping his dick out of your mouth for a second, still stroking him.

"Ah- plans change, please stop teasing me- fuuuuckkk" he cusses, a soft whimper escaping his lips as you moved closer to his aching cock, smiling innocently up at him. "You're such a tease, you know that?" he gasped, his voice a mix of both frustration and intense desire.

"Dare me to stop," you replied, your voice low and seductive, letting your lips brush against his tip teasingly slow. You could see the struggle on his face as he fought to stay focused on the track, but the pleasure was overwhelming.

"Dare me?" Michael quoted you, almost in desbelief as another moan threatens to slip out. "God, you're killing me," he groans, biting his lip harder. "Just.. don't stop."

That was all you needed to hear to take him fully back in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the tip first before sinking down deeper, your throat tightening around him. The sound that escaped from his lips was a mix of a moan and a whimper.

"Ouuu, Aoughh" he moaned. Then starts singing, because there's something about you baby that makes me want to give it to you" he sung seductively… you smile with a devious expression on your face with saliva dripping from your mouth, from the passionate head you were giving him.

"Fuck, that feels so good.." he breathed, his hands gripping the base of the microphone in front of him, attempting to steady himself. "I can't—"

You pulled back slightly, maintaining eye contact, savoring the way his breath hitched and face slightly drops at the loss of contact— again.

"Can't what?" You teased again, a smirk playing on your lips.

"Don't make me beg." he urged, his voice desperate as the tension in the room thickened, Michael was debating whether to beg or say fuck it and pull you up to fuck you against the nearest wall.

His inner thoughts were answered as you increased your pace on his shaft, taking him inside your mouth again, every stroke and suck bringing him closer and closer to his peak. As a result, his whimpers grew louder, echoing and filling the small space as he struggled to keep both his voice and body steady.

"Just like that baby," he gasped, head falling back, the pleasure consuming him. "ahh— I-I'm so close.. swallow baby please.. please take it all"

You could feel the heat radiating from him, his body tense and ready to explode. "Let go for me Michael," you whispered against his aching member, your voice urging him on.

"Swallow baby, swallow baby please.. God, yes I'm gonna—" Michael sung seductively multiple times, with his hands on your face now, you try to stay quiet while pleasuring him but it's so hard to when you see him reacting this way. His voice broke into a series of low moans and whimpers as he finally surrendered, the tension snapping as he reached his peak.

You held his cock tightly, feeling him pulse against your tongue, the sounds of pleasure echoing around the room, mixing with the faint instrumental still playing in the background.

As he came down from the high, he looked down at you, breathing heavily, a mix of satisfaction and "what the fuck did we just do" on his face.