wait we need the scolding and babying fic 🫦🫦🫦🫦
I feel like mature!michael would definitely do this while taking you out shopping,
You'd be browsing in a perfume store as michael tagged along behind you, giving you space as he held all of your 6 shopping bags — 3 in each hand. He bought you anything you wanted, anything. You were absolutely spoilt dry with him, & you loved it, not to mention he made you feel like the sexiest girl in the world.
In the midst of browsing for your favourite perfume, you realised they didn't have it in stock today, immediately throwing you into a strop, not used to things not going your way. You'd huff & puff, walking faster around the store trying to find it. Michael placed a little hand on your bare shoulder from behind, trying to console you.
"Calm down baby, there's different ones–"
You spun around facing him, strands of hair sticking to the gloss on your lips. Your face was smitten with this bitchy attitude that he caught onto immediately; he's seen it before & he certainly knows how to deal with it.
"No! I don't want the other ones, okay? I came out here specifically for that one. All the others are crap."
Workers around the two of you start to look up at the commotion.
"You're making a scene, stop it right now." He presses, his face stern.
You flick his hand off your shoulder like it was dirt as you continue your search, rolling your eyes instinctively. This attitude wasn't a surprise to michael, he's had to deal with your fits countless times. This was just another occasion.
Before you could walk away any further, you recognised his large hand gripping the small of your shoulder, pulling you back.
"Michael! let go of me!" You squeal.
One thing you knew, when michael was irritated or wanted to get his point across to girls like you, he never shouted. He was too classy for that.
He ignored your pleas as he practically had to drag you out of the store like a child into a private corner, taking off his aviators in one swipe.
Once he had you to himself, he spun you around, placing his hands on your shoulders as he leaned down a little to get on your eye level. You had nowhere to go; if you tried to look away, he'd re-avert your gaze on him with his thumb.
"There's nothing there for you,” he shakes his head, “eyes on me, girl.'
You felt all your attitude evaporate out of your body all of a sudden, it doesn't take a lot. You just need to be checked.
"You don't do that, alright? Especially in public," he says pointing to the store, one hand still firm on your shoulder.
His eyes flicker back & fourth from your pouted lips. You look up at him through your thick lashes, trying to appear unaffected. He chuckles at your deamenour.
“You still ain’t satisfied huh? All that I’ve bought for you & you still ain’t happy?” He cooes, brining your attention to the 6 bags pooled on the floor around you.
You were stubborn as hell, wouldn't speak, wouldn't let up.
"I don't wanna have to do this again when we're outside. Makes our relationship look bad to the press. I don't need the stress, baby." He mewls, sliding his hands down your waist towards your plump ass.
He rides the back of your pink hot shorts up, cupping both of your cheeks with a gentle grab. He gives one cheek a rough slap, making you jump n' whine.
"Understand?" He questions, tilting his head down slightly.
You don’t answer at first, just look at a random wall to your left.
You feel his 2 fingers find your panties through the leg holes of your shorts; you’re embarrassingly wet, but you didn’t want him to know that. His mouth falls agape as he felt his fingers becoming covered in your arousal from your panties.
“Oh baby, you’re soaked.” He whispers, slipping one finger up your sopping cunt.
“Understand?” He repeats.
You nod furiously, “Yes, yes”
“Yes yes, you like my finger in your pussy? Or yes yes you understand? Use those words.”
“I understand, yes I understand,” you have to stop yourself from almost crying out, your pussy fluttering around his singular finger as you squeeze your eyes shut.
Michael slides his finger out of you, the loss of sensation making you pout. He sucks his finger from bottom to top, humming at the sweet taste of your juices.
“Good, now where y’wanna go next?”
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