Warnings: smutty smutty dom!Michael smut! there's a bit of possessive talk here and there but it's not daddy kink!
"What do you think you're doing?"
The first words to slip from Michael's lips seem to slice through the air, a chill settling in your bones as you look up to see your boyfriend standing in the doorway.
"Relaxing," You respond, smiling coyly. You've had this planned for a few days, wanting to unleash the more dominant side of Michael's personality and knowing exactly what you have to do to wake it from hibernation.
"Without any clothes?"
It's now he steps further into your bedroom, tossing his jacket to the side. His emerald eyes seem to cloud, a deep lust filling his features as he carefully approaches.
"Who needs clothes?" You shrug, risking a glance at the large purple vibrator laid out beside you.
Your back sinks further into the mattress as you watch him follow your tilted head, a small growl leaving his throat as he sees the offending object. "Did you use it?" He doesn't have to ask the question to know the answer: Michael's seen your post-orgasm face often enough to have it burned into his mind.
"No, not yet," You bite down on your bottom lip and watch his eyes widen.
"Y'know, I'm not liking your attitude at the moment, baby girl," He slips beside you, a dip in the mattress causing you to slide towards him.
Michael's soft fingertips press into your inner thigh, goosebumps rising over the section of sensitive skin. You're completely exposed - no item of clothing covering you - but you don't feel apprehensive. You have such a loving and fulfilling relationship with Michael that your insecurities seem to drain away when you're around him.
"You don't just decide you want to play with yourself," His gaze flickers to your face and you watch, adrenaline beginning to kick it, as his tongue slips out to moisten his bottom lip.
You're painfully aware of his fingers beginning to drift further up your thighs, inching dangerously close to your slick folds. "This is my pussy, baby, I decide what goes on."
Pleasure fills you the moment his thumb rolls across your throbbing clit, a small moan falling from your slackened jaw. Michael repositions himself, kneeling in front of you and pressing your thighs apart.
"I think this merits a little punishment, don't you?"
When you don't reply, a harsh smack falls directly across your core, a small cry falling from your lips as the stinging aftershocks rock through your body.
"Answer when I talk to you or this'll be a lot worse," He says, voice lower. A commanding stance seems to have swallowed him, Michael's posture perked and confident.
"S-Sorry," You stammer, feeling the wetness between your legs begin to grow.
"Anyway," Michael's thumb slides between your folds, the slickness accommodating him perfectly. "I think I've decided on your punishment."
You wait for him to continue, your head falling back as he starts to twirl his thumb around your clit. Wet noises fill the air, your breathing turning into gasped pants as the pleasure you're receiving continues to build up.
"I'm going to make you cum until you can't anymore," He smirks, eyes sparkling. "'M gonna have you screaming my name, hating how much you love the way I wreck you."
You gulp, his filthy words edging you closer towards your first orgasm of the night.
"O-Okay," You whine, voice shaky. Michael knows you well enough to notice you're nearing the edge of your climax and speeds up, the circles he's pressing into your sensitive nub intensifying with both speed and pressure.
Tensing, you tilt towards the edge. "Cum, Y/N, cum on my finger and let me see you writhing around."
A breathy moan lifts from your mouth as you feel the orgasm rip from you, taking your breath away and providing you with the epitome of enjoyment. Michael rubs you through it, watching you with a lazy smirk on his face.
Only giving you a few seconds of recover, Michael slides further down the bed until he's laying on his front. His toned arms slide around your thighs and he pulls you closer, face directly in front of your pounding centre.
"Number two," He breathes, hot air landing over your spread folds. You cry out, this stimulation alone shocking you. You're so sensitive from the prior climax that you're unsure of him going in so fast.
Seeming to sense your apprehension, Michael moves one of his hands to link with yours, passing you a reassuring squeeze. "Okay?" He checks, eyes softening.
"Yeah," You nod to seal the deal, convincing him.
The next thing you're aware of is his tongue, firm and warm, sliding up against your clit. You cry out, back arching high at the movement.
Michael's soft fingertips trace around your thighs, alleviating the tenseness held in your body. You relax, moaning loudly as his lips pucker around your clit, tugging gently.
"H-Holy shit!" You exclaim, eyelids screwed shut. Breathless pants begin to fill the air as your chest pounds uncontrollably, a fine sheen of sweat beading across your skin.
Sucking on your clit, Michael's gaze occasionally darts up to fixate over your face, checking to ensure you're alright: he knows your limits and has no intention of pushing you too far.
Small kitten-licks land across your core, satisfaction flooding your veins as you begin to build towards another orgasm. Keeping a steely grip on your thighs, Michael moves in closer and acts harsher - leaving no place unattended.
He's everywhere: clouding your vision, warming you core, rubbing you skin. The feeling of closeness to him beats the feelings of immense pleasure edging you towards a high.
"So close already, baby, I guess you really like my mouth," Michael drawls, pinning down your thighs to prevent you from writhing around too much.
You're whimpering, desperately chasing after the high that dangles just out of reach. "Think you can cum again? For me?" He adds, the mumbling vibrations streaming from his mouth only edging you closer.
You barely manage an answer before the intense sensations take over, your toes curling as you call out his name. Butterflies rip through you as you shake, enjoying the feeling for as long as it lasts.
As soon as you're done, Michael gets off the bed and begins to move around the room. You're left there, waiting on the bed, trying to regain your stolen breaths. Heavy pants and quiet moans fill the air as the aftershocks of your second orgasm hang heavy above you.
"Such a good girl, kitten. Too bad you were naughty earlier..."
Michael turns back around to face you. You watch, eyes wide and glassy, as he pulls his shirt over his head. A hand moves to ruffle through his shaggy hair and you find yourself yearning to touch the soft mop once again.
Metallic noises greet your ears as you watch him fiddle with his belt, jeans tumbling to the ground a moment later. You swallow as your gaze lands on the obvious outline of his erect member pressing against his boxers.
"Like what you see?" He smirks, keeping the boxers on as he moves to climb back onto the bed. Nimble fingers grasp the purple vibrator you'd teased him with.
You nod quickly, a dull throb moving through your core.
"I think," Michael moves to kneel between your legs, his face hanging just above you. "I'm going to tease the fuck out of you with this thing," He fiddles with the buttons until you hear a low buzz. "I won't let you cum, but I might edge you a few times."
You groan, knowing how dirty he likes to play. "Hmm? Does that sound good?" You tense as the tip of the vibrator nuzzles over your stomach, the sensations spreading wide.
"Y-Yes, Mikey," You confirm, knowing better than to beg him to destroy you with his cock.
"Good girl," He says, voice low and sultry.
Your eyes follow the long object as Michael traces large shapes over your torso. With every building loop, he edges closer towards the curve of your breasts. You squirm, the sensations lacking pain but building anticipation in a way that makes you increasingly turned on.
"Stay still, sweetheart and I might let you cum on my cock later," His words make you freeze, your attention shifting to keeping yourself from writhing.
Eventually, the tip of the vibrator reaches your left breast. You catch your bottom lip between your teeth and cry out, the sound weak and feeble.
The buzzing seems to grow louder as Michael traces it around your nipple, pressing down which results in you moaning loudly, eyelids fluttering shut as you focus on the pulsating feelings.
He switches sides and does the same with your right breast, grasping your left nipple with his free hand. You lay as still as possible, the temptation to squirm growing almost intolerable.
"You're taking your punishment so well," He drawls, emerald eyes sparkling. You moan in response, feeling the wetness between your legs growing impossible slicker.
After a few more minutes of torment, the vibe travels away from your breasts and begins its descent past your navel. Firm hands press your thighs apart for the third time of the evening and you know exactly what's coming.
Choosing a vibrator in the shape of a dildo is both a blessing and a curse. As he repositions himself, Michael puts the toy to the side and dips a teasing finger in your entrance.
You throw your head back, already sensitive but thriving from the idea of receiving more. He gently pushes the first, long digit inside your walls and you bite the inside of your cheek, containing the loud moans.
Michael grabs the vibe and presses it against your clit, your voice cracking at the sheer scale of the added pleasure. Adding another, two fingers begin to pound deep inside you. It doesn't hurt; you're too wet to feel the tug of friction.
He's forced to rest some of his weight over your stomach as you writher around too much, his fingers occasionally slipping out. "Still, baby," He chimes unhelpfully.
Reluctantly complying, you stay as still as you can as the combined actions of Michael lengthy fingers and throbbing vibrator bring you close to the edge.
"M-M-Mikey, I-I need t-to-"
Your breathy stammering is cut off by him growling, slipping in a final finger and stretching you wider. Tears spread across your eyes, the moment finally taking a toll over your body.
"P-Please?" You beg, recognising the glint in Michael's eyes that warns you against cumming without his permission.
"Please what?"
"Please may I cum?" You say, voice wavering.
Michael hums, shaking his head. "I don't think I want that to happen, princess."
You groan, tears turning to those of frustration. A moment later, Michael pushes the toy away and pulls his fingers away. His mouth opens wide, the three coated digits pressing into his mouth a moment later.
Michael groans, drinking in your sweet taste as you shift on the bed, sniffling angrily. You cross your arms, rubbing your sides as a soft chill floats over you.
Your boyfriend's next move is to shove down his boxers and find a condom, a desperate fire lit in his eyes.
"Turn over, sweetheart," He says, voice smooth. Just before you follow instructions, his smooth pam cups your cheek and brings you in for a soft kiss. The tender moment contrasts the harshness of the situation but acts as a refreshing change.
"You know I love you, right?" Michael asks, waiting as you turn over onto your front.
Your eyebrows furrow together. "Yes?" You answer, a little confused at the direction in which the conversation is going.
Michael hooks his fingers under your knees and pushes you up so you're positioned doggy style on the bed. Your hands press down into the mattress as you crane your neck around to see Michael getting up behind you.
"I'm just checking because," You feel the tip of his erect cock moving through your folds and can't help the moan from falling from your lips. "I'm about to fuck you like I don't."
Barely giving you time to process these words, Michael jerks his hips up and slams his entire length deep inside you. You body moves forward, shaken by the sheer force of this action.
With his words still ringing in your ears, it's difficult to focus on anything but his thick cock stretching you out. One of Michael's hands sweeps your hair back out of your face and clasps it into a makeshift ponytail, the gentle pain spurring you on.
His other hand moves to sit on your waist, digging into the skin to hold you join place as he continues to rock his hips against your round ass. Sweaty noises fill the air as he moves so quickly it pulls the breath straight from your lungs.
"So tight, baby," He murmurs, voice hoarse. You hum, feeling him massage your sensitive body with his every essence.
"H-Harder, Mikey," You moan out, wanting him to amp it up a touch.
"Really?" He sounds surprised that you want more. "This isn't enough for you?"
"N-No, w-want more," You're barely finished before he's jerking back on your ponytail. You yelp, surprised by this action, but the sound soon melds into a gasp as the angle shifts and Michael's head brushes against your g-spot.
"Found it," He chuckles, moving his hand from your waist around to trace through your dripping slit. "Always so wet - so needy for me, darling."
You cry out, the tears returning to your eyes as you begin to feel your orgasm build again. Michael rubs harshly over your clit, speeding up the frequency and strength of his cock as he pound it into you.
"I can feel you clenching around me," Michael says through gritted teeth. Merely from the way his actions seem almost sporadic, you can tell he's just as close as you. "You gonna cum?"
You squeak out a, yes, and continue to pant, aching for the release that's threatening to overcome you.
"Cum on, baby, be a good girl and cum around my cock."
With his words, you find yourself letting loose for the final time of the night. If not for his hand releasing your hair and moving to clasp your waist, you're sure that you'd have collapsed. The sheer amount of pleasure that hits your body is enough to leave you breathless, head spinning.
Michael cums a few moments later, set off by the action of your tight walls contracting around him. You feel his warm seed release inside you and this only spurs you on, rutting back onto him to prolong your climax.
He thrusts through your orgasm until both of you have finished and then pulls out, rolling over to land on his back.You quickly follow suit, collapsing down onto your back and laying there to regain your breath.
Michael's hand finds yours, the warmth seeping over your skin as you shift closer, wriggling closer to him.
"You alright?" He checks, pressing his lips against your flushed forehead. You wait a moment before replying, needing to regain your breath.
"Perfect," You respond, smiling coyly. Michael nods and wraps an arm around your shoulder, pulling you closer.
"How about, in a few minutes, we go have a shower to clean up?"
You roll your eyes, knowing exactly what he wants. "Part 2?" You ask, running your hands over the curve of his sculpted chest.
Michael shrugs, cheeks a light red tinge. "How am I supposed to control myself around you, Y/N? You're beautiful."
You blush, burying your head in the crook of his arm. "I guess so," You agree, fancying the idea. "Just because you asked so nicely."
MIchael nods triumphantly, squeezing your side lovingly. "'Love you," He mutters. You smile, eyelids fluttering shut.
"I know."