Summary: Michael and (Y/N) attend a Halloween party. All is well, until (Y/N) runs into an ex, and Michael turns green with jealousy. (Smut / Unprotected Sex / Thigh Riding / Teasing)
Based on Sexual Prompts #45: "Take your panties off." & #2: "Make me."
This is an NSFW imagine. If you feel uncomfortable reading stuff like this one, please scroll through the chapters to find something you might like.
(Request: yeehaw-inc) (Words: 3k)
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The music is thumping in the house, feeling the walls with an upbeat tempo. I must be on my second or third drink, feeling the sweet numbness spread in my body as I sway to the music. I try to push myself through the crowd of drunk people, just to get back to Michael, who has been talking to some guy dressed like Arthur Fleck, probably the 100th I have seen this Halloween.
"Asked them to add some food coloring in your drink to turn it red and make it look like blood." I shout over the music, handing him his cup. Michael scoffs and shakes his head, drinking the cup to his lips.
"I have told you a million times, I am dressed as a demon, not a vampire." He sighs in defeat, giving up at avoiding my teasing.
"Well, not a very successful costume now, is it?" I cock my eyebrow at him, a playful smirk spreading on my lips.
"For an angel, you are quite the backtalker." He strokes his thumb over my cheek.
Joker left a few minutes later, after he and Mikey chattered about gaming. I tried to join them in, but they seemed a little too invested in their talk to give me an in.
"I am going to go pick another drink." I announce to Michael as the guy leaves.
"You drank that already? It's been what, 10 minutes since you got it?" He asks, looking at me surprised.
"Well, I could only drink while you talked the night away with your new friend." I sass, shrugging my shoulders.
"Oh, come on. You are just being bratty because my whole attention wasn't on you. But now it is, and I am not planning on taking it off of you, or your gorgeous body in that gorgeous costume." He whispers in my ear, grabbing onto my hips from behind.
"I still need a drink, Count Dracula." I get out of his grip, walking away while swaying my hips, knowing that all the teasing will get to his head.
"(Y/N)? Fucking (Y/N) (Y/L/N) in a Halloween party? And I thought I've seen everything..." I hear someone say from behind me. I turn my head, finding someone a little too familiar.
"Brian... Of course, you are here, Demons are out on Halloween night." I bicker at my ex who has the same smug look on his face as always.
"Demon, Angel... We are matching... It's good to see you are still filthy pretty. Missed me?" He asks, leaning against the bar.
"You know, my boyfriend dressed up as a demon tonight, to match me. And it is the only night of the year he is a demon, only in appearance, never in behavior, so to answer your question, no, I haven't missed you." I reply, shrugging my shoulders before picking up my cup and push past him. I feel him grab onto my wrist, making me turn to look at him.
"You moved on, huh?" He asks me, getting awfully close.
"Haven't you?" I ask back, trying to pull away from him.
"Babygirl, you and I both know that what we've had cannot be replaced." He licks his lips, bringing his hand to stroke my cheek. I duck away, pulling away from his grip.
"Thank God for that. And yes, I've moved on, found something new and amazing. And I hope you do too at some point. Have fun." I state, turning away from him and walking away.
"What took you so long?" Michael asks me as I walk back to him. I can see that he is just a tiny bit angry, jaw clenching as his eyes turn a little questioning.
"Too many people waiting for their drinks." I reply. I watch his tongue push against his cheek, nodding his head ironically.
"Including your ex..." He mumbles, moving his jaw from side to side angrily.
"He was there, yes." I reply, enjoying the darkness that spreads on his face, altering his features.
"And he talked to you..."
"Wouldn't you talk to your ex, had you stumble upon them?" I ask, bringing my cup to my lips.
"And he got close." He adds and I hum.
"And since you saw the entirety of the interaction, you saw I pulled away from him, and had you been there to hear us, you would have heard me telling him off. So, calm the fuck down and don't try to play it hard on me, I don't bite." I reply, getting a little too bored of his sudden showcase of jealousy.
"That's it." He grabs my arm, pulling me through the crowd.
I gawk at him as we push past people who in their haze stare at us, stare at Michael as he makes a scene.
He pulls me inside a room, startling the people who were inside.
"Out. Now." He growls at them as they try to compose themselves.
"I said, out. Now." He slams his hand on the door, making the couple jump up and out of the room.
I gawk at him as he closes the door with a thud, surprised by his little tantrum.
"You are being a real jackass right now. You are cock-blocking those poor guys. Are you really happy that you ruined this poor couple's chance to have sex?" I ask, crossing my arms in front of my chest.
"Would you like it better if I fucked you in front of them?" He asks, turning the key to lock the door.
"What?" My voice comes out shakily, the pitch of it getting higher as I stare at a smirking Michael.
"I asked, would you like it better if I fucked you in front of them? Are you into voyeurism all of a sudden, princess? Cause I really don't mind showing people how well you take that dick... Shall I call them back in?" He asks, licking his lips as he walks up to me. I gawk at him, mind getting clouded with lust. I swear, I must be looking like a goon right now.
"Just say the magic words, angel, and you'll have all that your heart desires." He grips at my waist, pulling me in to glue to his chest. His fingers travel up my back, picking the route of my spine and making my skin get covered with goosebumps. His hand rests on the back of my head, pulling at my hair until my scalp stings a little.
"What has gotten into you? You were pissed off a second ago..." I ask and he presses his thumb on my bottom lip, pushing it until his finger practically slips into my mouth.
"You are not complaining, angel, are you?" He asks me, looking into my eyes with the most piercing glare I have seen in a while. I am fighting the urge to suck on his thumb as he presses it on my tongue, but clearly succumb as I wrap my lips around the digit and suck it softly, looking up to him with doe eyes.
"Thought so..." He mumbles, licking his lips.
Pulling his thumb from between my lips, he pushes his knee between my thighs, pressing it on my core. I let out a moan, flustered and frustrated by where this is heading to.
"Mikey..." I groan as he grips at my waist, guiding me to hump on his thigh.
"I bet that in a minute or two, you will soak through your cute panties and right on my pants..." He whispers, in my ear, nudging my head to the side and assaulting my skin with kisses.
"I won't last a minute..." I heave, bringing my hands to his broad shoulders, digging my nails into them.
"You better do..." He murmurs, biting on my soft spot after grazing it with his teeth. My eyes flutter at the sensation of my core receiving so much stimulation, my stomach becoming a bunch and tugging inside me. I press my tongue against my teeth, trying to contain any sounds, keeping them from him since I know how much he loves hearing them; if I am not getting what I want, he isn't either.
His hand moves from the crook of my waist to my ass, slapping my ass with force. I twitch back a little, staring at him surprised. Upon landing on my ass, his hand grips onto my cheek, squeezing it as hard as he can.
"Mine..." He growls through gritted teeth, as he hasn't already claimed it as his long ago. I whimper, throwing my head back as I gulp thickly. Turning us around, he pushes me back with his body, until my waist meets with the dresser near the door.
"Take your panties off." He commands, taking a few steps away from me, scanning my body with his eyes. I hesitate, freezing in my spot.
"This can go two ways. You either take off your panties by yourself, or I snatch them off your body, tear them apart and leave walking with my cum dripping out of your pretty little pussy. Your choice." He spits out, crossing his arms in front of his chest.
"I..." I begin but he raises a hand in the air to stop me before I could even let out a second word. "I always prefer action over words. Act fast, my patience is wearing thin, and I am sure your tight little hole won't like it." He states, still looking at me with dominance clearly written all over his face.
I reach down, hitching up the skirt of my dress to reveal my underwear. I let him get a good look at it, toying my fingers in and out of the waistband.
I lower the undergarment to my thighs, shimming out of it and bending down to pick it in my hands.
"Hand it over, princess." He walks to me slowly, with every step bringing more anticipation. I place my panties in his open palm, letting my skirt fall back down. Michael shoves my panties in his pocket, pushing me into place. I lean over the dresser, my head resting against the mirror. His hand travels under my skirt, thumb pressing between my folds. I sigh in pleasure as his thumb gives me some of the previous stimulation, getting me back to being flustered.
"Nice and wet, just how I like it..." He mumbles, chuckling at the end of the sentence. I hear his zipper and I turn my head to look at him, biting my bottom lip as I observe how fixed he is on my body. I move a little, wiggling my butt for him as he strokes his cock a couple of times.
The tip of his cock is sliding up and down my pussy, making it clench around nothing, already sending waves of angst in my body. He thrusts inside me, not giving me time to adjust to his length before he pumps in me time after time. Hisses are flying out of his lips as he throws his head back, bringing one hand to grip onto my hip and keep me steady. Skin slapping against skin, soft moans and groans are blending in with music, getting drowned by it; or at least, most of it.
"Fuck, this tight little pussy... Like it was made for me..." He hisses, slamming his cock in me, making me roll my eyes as the pleasure increases. I grip onto the sides of the dresser, nails pressed on the surface of it in an effort to relieve some of the tension. The hand that was once on my hip is now toying with my clit, rubbing up and down on it and occasionally pinching at it swiftly.
The other hand moves to my hair, twisting my locks around his palm and pulling until my face and chest are up.
"Look at yourself... Look how good you look as I fuck you... Look how pretty you look with my cock inside your pussy. Did you tell your ex that? Did you tell him that you look the prettiest you've ever looked with my cock deep inside you, bulging in your stomach?" He asks; I stare at myself in the mirror, finding my halo crooked and face distorted as he reaches my back wall.
I shake my head no, causing a smirk to spread on his lips.
"Too bad. You really should have... You truly are a sight to be seen." He sighs as he paces himself, slowing down but spiking up the force with which his cock pounds inside me.
My insides feel on fire, my body craving the long-awaited high.
"Fuck, Michael... You fuck me so good, baby. God, I need you there...Please, help me cum..." I scream as he pounds right on my spot, making my whole body tremble.
"Shush, they are going to hear you." He scolds me but I recognize the smirk in his voice.
"Fuck, daddy. You are making me feel so good... Please, daddy, let me cum." I cry out loudly, moving my ass back to help him hit my spot just right.
"I said, shut up. They are going to hear you, find out what a fucking slut you are for my cock..." He enjoys my reaction every bit as much as I do.
"Make me. Make me shut up, daddy." I plead as he goes faster, fishing a prolonged moan out of my mouth.
He lets go of my clit, bringing his hand to my mouth. But instead of muffling me, he slips his fingers into my mouth, letting me taste myself on his fingers. I pretend his fingers are his cock, closing my eyes and picturing myself down on my knees as he fucks my face until I gag. I swirl my tongue around his digits, letting my tongue taste every drop of my wetness that is coating them.
He becomes sloppy all of a sudden, slipping out of me a couple of times. My chest is heavy with pleasure, and I try to breathe through my nose, since his fingers are invading my mouth, making my breath even more hitched. I feel my pussy pulsing around him, my body warning me that I am just on the verge of cumming.
"That fucking pussy... Fuck, you are fucking milking my cock, princess... Want me to cum inside your pretty pussy, baby? Wanna walk around with my seed deep inside you?" He groans in my ear, pulling his fingers out of my mouth and gripping at my jaw, forcing my face to look in the mirror.
My face is red, all the tension causing me to heat up. My makeup is well past being smudge, and this state certainly doesn't make me look like an angel. I move my hips down, trying to meet his thrusts and rush to my peak, hoping to get him there as well. He is hissing as he fucks me, skin slapping onto skin as I feel myself melting into a puddle.
"I wanna cum... I wanna cum so bad." I cry out, body collapsing forward.
"Cum, angel... Cum around my cock." He bites into my earlobe, slowing down as he finds it hard not to cum before me; he always lets me reach my peak first, saying that he loves the way I sound when I do and how I feel around him.
Gripping onto the dresser, I feel the knot that has formed in my stomach finally snap, pushing a scream out of my mouth. I am not even trying to muffle myself, hoping that the loud music will drown any sounds I make.
"Shit..." Michael hisses, still slamming into me. I feel everything become intenser, the high suddenly turning a hundred times stronger as his hands mold with my skin.
He cums just a few seconds later, growling curses as he throws his head back, body tensing before he finally turns soft, breathing heavily as his chest tightens.
He stays inside me for a while, letting me lean my chest against the dresser as he peppers kisses down my back.
"Are you ok, baby?" He asks me, stroking his softly over my skin.
"That was amazing..." I breathe out, a smile plastered on my face. He chuckles, pressing his lips onto my shoulder blade; I can feel his lips curving up into a smile against my skin.
"Honestly, if I knew that watching me talk with my ex would get you fucking me so well, I would have done it sooner." I tease him and he sighs.
"Next time, I am fucking you in front of him. Just to show him that I can do so much better." He brings his lips to my neck, rubbing his nose on my skin.
After a solid 5 minutes of staying inside me, cuddling me and kissing me as we whisper sweet nothings to each other, we decide we should get dressed and make ourselves look a little presentable.
I fix my halo and try to wipe away my smudged makeup with my fingers, while Michael puts on his pants and tucks his shirt in place.
"Can I please have my panties back?" I ask, turning to look at him. He thinks about it for a second before he shakes his head no.
"I like thinking of my cum dripping down your pretty thighs while we say goodnight to our friends." He shrugs his shoulders before leaning in to press a kiss on my forehead.
"Are you kidding me? We are leaving the party so early?" I ask and he throws me a side smirk.
"Well, we can stay longer, I have no issue. But your dress is pretty short and there is a lot of cum inside that pretty little pussy of yours, so it will drip lots and lots, people might see it. Wouldn't that be soooo embarrassing? Besides, don't think of it as leaving the party early... Think of it as taking that party to our bedroom... Or car... Or living room... I haven't decided yet..." He whispers, kissing my neck, just on the spot he has sucked a hickey in.