heyooooooo! I just read your botdf fic and oml, could you please do a part two?
ROCK YOUR BODY
f!reader (midnight ballerina reader) / botdf michael
(lowercase INTENDED!) & not proofread ! 18+, soft?dom michael switch if you squint, nasty and i mean nastyy, if you rlly think abt it spit, oral (m receiving), pussy whipped michael once more, oral on call, exhibition kinda if you squint rlly, cum play, might b a bit ooc mike but oh well!
preview: after hours of teasing and getting your pretty lil garments filled with nothing but wads of cash, michael decides it’s time to make your night much more pleasurable—only leaving him more shocked by the end of it.
A/N: anything yall ask, yall should receiveeee!! im glad you enjoyed the lil blurb and wanted more :,) gave me an excuse to write something more interesting tbhh LMAOO😭 might be a bitttt fast paced at the end(?) but maybe not(?) idk i TRIED that’s what matters you guys :,)
based off this blurb !!
“play with me please?”
michael completely loses it as he lets his palm remove itself away from his erect cock under his slick pants. the wet spot that was once subdued, has now increasingly grown much more as your eyes drag down to see poor michael practically leaking under his own clothing.
the sight itself making your pussy much more soaked at the idea of the famous man in-front of you, being absolutely riled up over your moves. how simple it was to twirl and arch your body in ways so beautiful around your pole, making michael just dive himself deeper into his hunger.
his needs.
“pretty please?” your voice now hush as you stop your moves. your leg now dropping back to the floor as your heels quietly click together; the colors mesmerizing michael and his head cloudy with nothing but nasty thoughts.
“c’mere pretty.” michael mutters still shifting in the private room seat as the tightening on his crotch grew quite uncomfortably. your legs slowly begin to walk away from your pole, the tips of your fingers slipping one by one away from the silver lining. as michael continues watching your barely covered body now sway closer towards him, he lowers his gaze back towards his heavy bulge.
your eyes wandering off towards the sight he was seeing as you felt the heat in your tummy grow even more. the desire to grab him and show him more of you was too much to handle as he lets his finger cling around the string of your panties.
the soft yet thin material circling around his finger so well as he gives it a few more tugs with another bill slipping under the band. your lips parting at his touch before seeing his eyes meet with yours. those doe eyes now dark as he signals you to lower down.
“don’t wanna get caught now don’t we?” his voice still low and soft as the loud music from afar and behind the long private room doors boom throughout the entire club. people’s loud cheers, voices, and heavy footsteps reverberating across the hallways.
no one would notice even if they tried. unless someone needed this room, this would only be both you and michael’s lil secret.
and did that riled michael up even more? absolutely.
your knees now softly sinking down towards the ground as you watch his legs shift to spread both legs wide away. his knees gently grazing across your cheek at how close your body was before coming across his erection through his pants.
“y’sure?” his brow scrunching upwards at the questions leaving his lips. your eyes fluttering at him as you let your palms glide amongst his rigid cock—a groggy moan surpassing michael as his eyes shut with a slight profanity under his breath.
“for my favorite client.” michael smiles, eyes still semi shut before opening them back up and seeing you finally free him out from underneath. the tip of his cock darkened and glistening with drops of his pre cum as the sight makes your mouth begin to water.
veins prominent and hard as your fingers touch the tip of michael’s cock, his slickness now spreading across his entire length while your ears tingle slightly at michael’s soft cries and hisses at the sensation of your palm now moving in an upwards motion.
“that’s it pretty jus’ like that” michael’s voice coming out in a hush as you continue your pace around his length. fingers still curling, making sure the tips touch his veins softly to earn a hiss from his mouth again.
the feeling too much for him to handle.
as you continue jerking michael off while seeing his head lean back at the feeling, you let your hand go soon earning a frustrated sigh to leave michael. before he had any possible chance to respond, he gasps at the feeling of your lips now around his cock—mouth swallowing him whole.
your cheeks puffed as you begin sucking on michael, your tongue now swirling around his cock while feeling him soon pulsate in your warm mouth. the feeling of his release slowly building up only making you more motivated at seeing him cum.
you continue to suck, hollowing your cheeks and twirling your tongue over his head. his slight shudders spreading throughout his body as he waves his hand for a bit before smacking them back on his seat—not knowing where to grab in respect towards you and your job.
he knows you’re not a whore—or some sort of woman to sell herself just because. you were a dancer. and although the job itself was complicated outside of the club, it was still a job at the end of the day.
a job that’s a form of art.
watching michael as you continue your work over his hardened cock, tongue lapping generously over the tip and the sides to appreciate his length, you let a hand slowly spread out on the soft seating before reaching towards michael’s hand.
his eyes tracing your fingers as he silently watches them curl over his and gripping his hand to remove it from the seat and over your hair.
with a ‘pop’ from the separation of your lips from his cock, michael groans before shaking a bit at the loss of feeling of your warm mouth over him. “mama”
“don’t be shy and fuck my mouth michael.” your words so vulgar hanging in the private room air as michael’s chest tightens. before you knew it your head was lowered back down before continuing to suck him off. his hands gripping your hair now with more intensity before drowning himself even more at the erotic feeling.
“that’s it baby. doin’ so good, keep it there—atta girl.” michael praises over your body as tears swell in your eyes at the feeling of michael’s tip hitting directly towards the back of your throat. michael being carried away continues to fuck your throat relentlessly. his hips buckling upwards as the small sliver of spit trickles down the side of your lips; glistening under the soft lights and catching under michael’s sight.
the sight so erotic yet beautiful as michael watches you still go on. your palms still holding yourself up with his thighs as a single tear rolls down your eyes, soon letting the mascara from earlier performances finally remove itself at the expense of your tears now falling and your moans reverberating against him.
michael’s eyes never leaving your teary eyed face as he watches you very closely. the way your lips pucker perfectly around him as best as you can by the girth, the way your tongue glides so well against every lil vein, every lil ridge, and over the tip so good it sends him straight over the edge.
your cheeks dark and flushed as glitter from your eye look slowly spreads through your under eyes and cheekbones with the salty yet pleasurable tears. you let one hand go back up to grab some spit that had fallen from the sides of your open mouth before dragging your now coated spit index and using that to coat michael’s base.
“sshit too much too much” michael repeats rapidly with a whine before you continue to do exactly what he told you NOT to do. your spit covered fingers soaking more the base of his cock finally letting michael’s breath hitch at the feeling.
“mhm you know y’can do it” your voice gentle and mushed as you tried to speak coherent sentences from under him. “i can’t..”
your mouth stops as you let your head drag up and removing yourself from michael. his low gasp echoes through the room as he cries at the loss of you. “please don’t.” he pleads as you watch his eyes shut for a moment and open in desperation.
as your lips part, still feeling the slight slickness of your saliva now on your cheek and jaw—both your heads snap to the side at the sudden loud phone tone. michael’s flip phone buzzing over the side table. “answer it.”
“what?” his tone now suddenly back to normal yet his breathing rather harsh. you simply give michael one last look before giving him his phone. the outer flip phone screen lighting with the names “qj” on the small screen.
“no i shouldn’t—“ as michael tries to explain, you snap the phone screen upwards and instantly answer for him. michael’s eyes go wide before snatching the phone back, the upper flip phone screen now closing near his ear as michael regulates slowly his voice to “normal.”
“hey quince. what is it?” michael’s voice is less shaky than before but you still recognized those undertones. he was nervous yet excited as his cock starts to ache.
the warm feeling in his lower stomach growing as he continues his conversation with what seemed like his friend on the phone.
perfect.
as you watch michael eyeing you down, phone still connected and in line, you go back to what you were doing. michael bites his bottom lip at the touch of your finger nails grazing slowly on the side of his cock. hips buckling and brows furrowing at the attempt to cover his breathy moans, you lower back your mouth over his now spit covered length.
this time much more quick at the speed, slowly losing michael on the way. his eyes shut as the person on the line continues to talk—the faint sound of michael’s voice humming in agreement to whatever they said and “yeah ok’s” leaving past his lips.
the final straw was your tongue stopping on the head. a dip towards his slit tasting him more before letting your palm wrap around the base and twist gently. “shit.”
his voice huffing out desperately as michael doesn’t say another word, yet instead, shuts the screen to his flip phone and throws it towards the ground without another care towards the pricey rectangular figure.
“boutta cum mama suck it like that.” michael’s hands collide back to the roots of your hair before letting his hips continue the job. the upwards thrusts now hitting his cock to the back of your throat once more before unraveling himself on your warm tongue.
“mhnghh that’s it” your voice muttered at the feeling of michael’s warm cum trickling on your tongue. the feeling enticing you as you let your cheeks hollow and your lips pucker to suck michael dry.
small winces leave his lips as michael kisses his teeth at your dry suck on the tip of him. “there y’go mama fuck.” your lips leaving him as he sighs at the sudden numbness. michael watches as your cheeks puff slowly.
with a confused look, he quietly continues watching you as you slowly begin to stand back up. your legs in a slight wobble as you tumble a bit at your dancing heels—the heels being a past memory from way before you got on your knees. michael’s hand wraps below your knee to steady yourself up better before watching your mouth open wide.
over your tongue and now dripping slowly over your lip was his thick cum sitting perfectly over top. his eyes gleamed at the sudden nasty sight before feeling his body go hot. the blood rushing from his veins feeling like lava as his heart thumped rapidly against his chest, he didn’t know what to say or do except watch you begin to play even more.
you dip your head low as you come to the sight of michael’s cum spilling into your palm.
the white pool sitting over as you look directly towards michael and turn your back towards him, the lingerie now clinging tighter to your skin as you shimmy your panties to your knees. michael’s mouth waters at the sight of your now bare pussy on display.
everything he wanted right in-front of him.
with your palm now covered in cum, you bend over back to your dancing pole before letting the same fingers covered in his release slip into your hole. michael’s jaw dropping slowly at the intoxicating sight.
“more.”
at his demand you let your head slowly shift to the side, still feeling your palm and fingers dig his cum deeper into your pussy—filling you up so perfectly; so well. “better baby?” your voice shaky as a few strands of him drips down the inner part of your thigh, the hotness surfacing your pussy and lower tummy making your mind go hazy.
“much.”
“much better.”
with michael’s pants now back into place and clothes straightened to normal, he stands up from his seat. his long confident strides following towards your pole before pulling your panties with a hook of his index.
the tips of his fingers burning on your skin as he made sure to touch every part of your legs, to your thighs, and slowly towards your hole. the feeling itself leaving you needy and wanting more.
“now y’know who’s a good client right?” your lips breaking into a sudden smile as you laugh at his comment. gently gripping your pole before going back to a normal stance, you feel his cum still pool and drip over your panties.
“my only client for now.”
the idea itself of him only seeing you drove him insane. but the sudden sight of you dancing back onstage in-front of other men, not knowing you were displaying your gorgeous curves and sensual dance moves with your pussy full of cum.
full of only him.
made him even more insane.
obsessed even because how couldn’t he? it was you at the end of the day anyway.
