- let me help you with that ⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢
- summary: (thriller!era) michael just wants to get some work done in the studio. his desire for productivity has nothing on your neediness.
- warnings: wet dreams, eating out, p in v, floor sex, reader is very needy, but so is michael tbh.
You sucked in your supple bottom lip as your gaze fell down to your lover, who was having the time of his life in between your legs. You couldn’t help yourself as soft moans slipped past your lips, laced with pure desire.
Michael ran his long fingers up your ticklish thighs, revelling in watching your body react to his simple touches. With his tongue still slowly circling and occasionally suckling on your clit, he slid two of his slender fingers into your aroused cunt, curling them in the way only he knew how to please you just right.
There was no doubt that your orgasm was building, the pressure in your lower tummy evidently getting harder to control. Just as you were about to find your sweet release on Michael’s angelic face, something happened that made you desperately gasp for air. It most definitely was not your orgasm.
You woke up.
Every inch of your body felt hot as you tried to catch your breath. Your dream seemed unbelievably real, so of course you felt a bit panicked when you felt for Michael’s sleeping body beside you, only to be met with empty silk sheets. It didn’t take long for you to figure out where he’d be. Michael has been spending many late nights out of the week in the studio, attempting to finalize the lyrics for his new album coming out, Thriller.
You sat up from Michael’s bed, gently wiped the tiny beads of sweat off your face, and put on your bathrobe as you took a little walk outside, peering your head towards Michael’s home studio to see if there were any indications he was in there. You thought you heard his voice delicately singing a familiar chorus of a song he’s already shown you from his new album, and that’s when you knew he was in there.
For a second, you thought to yourself that you didn’t want to disturb him, so you turned on your heels to head back inside. That was until you felt your own wetness soaking through your panties, each step making it worse and a reminder of how much you wanted him. You stood still for a second, debating what to do. It didn’t take long before you had an idea. If a lightbulb could’ve appeared above your head at that exact moment, it would have.
You stepped back into Michael’s bedroom and grabbed a baby pink nightie that you recently purchased in secret, the thought of surprising Michael already in the back of your mind when you bought it. You also grabbed a pair of lacy pink cheeky panties and headed toward the bathroom.
You set down your lingerie and stepped into the shower, washing the sweat from your wet dream off your body. You took your time shaving your legs as you knew Michael usually spends a while in the studio once he gets an idea in his beautiful mind.
God, he was so infuriatingly sexy that it made you mad. Every little thing about him. His intelligence. His creativity. His thinking process. You loved that he was so passionate about his work, and you loved how he treated it with urgency when an idea popped into his head, not wanting to lose the thought.
You felt incredibly lucky that you were both so in love with each other, you were the type of couple to make other couples envious. Even after you’ve been intimate a number of times already, you still get butterflies when you remember just how he feels as he’s pushing into you, planting kisses all over your neck.
Even just the memories has you touching your neck, the heartbeat in your lower tummy starting to pick up. You quickly end your body shower, and hop out to slide into your surprise lingerie. After you’ve slipped into your lingerie, you moisturize your legs and slide one of Michael’s oversized tee shirts over your head.
You start walking over to the studio just a few seconds away and gently bring your hand up to knock on the door. Michael takes less than 5 seconds before he opens the door, a smile immediately creeping up onto his face.
“Hey baby, what are you doing up? It’s nearly 2:30. Come on, let’s get you inside, I don’t want you to catch a chill.” Michael says lovingly, guiding you into the studio by your lower back.
“I couldn’t sleep. I felt for you and noticed you weren’t there, so I wanted to come see you.” You respond, giving him a small but sweet smile.
“I’m sorry about that. I had an idea while you were sleeping and I just had to come and get it out of my system.” He motions for you to sit on his lap, and you’re happy to oblige.
Michael started explaining his ideas from last night to you and you try your best to engage meaningfully for at least a few moments, but as soon as you sat down in his lap, you caught a small whiff of his cologne that drove you crazy and you knew you were done for.
“-but I’m not entirely sure about that last part. I’m just not sure how it fits in with the rest of the song. What do you think?” He looks up at you with a curious look on his face, in search of your opinion.
“Pardon?” You blinked, an almost lost look on your face.
Michael’s face frowned for a second. “Baby, is something wrong? Something on your mind?”
You only nodded as you suddenly felt shy to admit what you were really thinking. Your sweet boyfriend only wanted your attention for a few moments regarding his music, yet you were so completely engulfed in his intoxicatingly rich and musky scent that you couldn’t give him that.
“What is it?” He asked with concern, softly caressing your arm and not breaking eye contact with you once. You looked away for a second, which he did not approve of, causing him to turn your chin back toward him.
“Mikey, I need you. I’ve needed you since I woke up, had a dream about you.” You admitted, your cheeks beginning to become flushed.
You couldn’t tell the expression on his face. He looked down at the papers scribbled with lyrics all over the table, and then looked back up at you.
“Oh.” He let out. For a second, you thought he was upset or disappointed that you didn’t hear a word he said earlier. “And what was I doing in this dream?”
You bit your lip oh so gently as you placed your hands on his chest, fiddling with the material of his shirt and feeling his chest move up and down under your fingers.
“You were making me feel so good. You were eating me out, stretching me on your fingers. I woke up before you could finish me off.” You had to bring yourself to meet his eyes. His breath staggered and you could feel it on your hands.
You let out a small gasp as you immediately felt his bulge start to liven up in his pants, the feeling of his erection instantly making contact with your clothed cunt.
“A-and you said you didn’t get to finish?” He managed to get out, the feeling of your damp panties rubbing against his dick making him feel weak in the knees. You shook your head. “Well..we can’t have that now, can we? Why don’t you let me help you with that?”
Your small gasp turned into an even bigger gasp, Michael bucking his hips up, earning a groan from him. He held onto your back as he stood up from his studio chair, gently placing you down where was just sitting, and adjusting it so you can lay back comfortably. Before you laid back all the way, your lingerie surprise re-entered your mind and you let out a little giggle.
“Just one second.” You say you as pull Michael’s oversized tee from over your head, revealing your pretty pink lingerie. This pulled yet another groan from Michael’s lips as he admired you in all your glory, spread on his studio chair in front of him, in a lingerie set he’s had the misfortune to have never laid eyes on yet.
“Woman, I don’t think you’ll ever fully grasp just what you do to me.” He mutters, planting kisses along the inside of your thighs. The contact between his lips and your thighs made you lightly fall back against his chair. “Go on baby, just relax. I’ve got you now. And this time, you won’t be disappointed by being left unfinished.”
Your eyes flutter shut as Michael continues to gently kiss and lick at the inside of your thighs, bringing his hands up to give them a squeeze before pulling them over his shoulders.
He takes a moment to admire your pretty pink panties, a wet stain formed from just his kisses to your soft thighs. “So beautiful.”
He gives your clothed clit a delicate rub with his thumb, drawing slow circles and gazing up to meet your eyes. The sight of him could have made you drool.
“Mike..” You stammered with a shaky breath. He gave you a little nod and pulled the waistband of your panties down. He slid them off and tossed them off to the side.
That oh so familiar feeling came to you once more, except it wasn’t in your dreams this time. Your back arched slightly off the padded studio chair as he licked a stripe up your slit. His tongue slid in circles around your clit a few times before he suckled on your sensitive nerve bundle.
Your brows furrowed at the wet noises eluding from his mouth and your cunt, it sounded purely pornographic. Temporarily moving his attention away from your clit, Mike moved his tongue in and out of you. The world knew what an excellent dancer he was on stage, but no one had nearly any idea just how much of an excellent dancer his tongue was as his tongue danced around your opening.
He removed his tongue from your pussy, pulling a hushed exhale from you. The moan that was about to slip past your lips was something Michael always fails to prepare himself for as he slipped his middle finger into your cunt.
“You’re so wet for me, pretty.” He cooed as he admired the way your cunt sucked his finger, sliding it in and out of you before adding his ring finger in as well.
“Only for you, Mike.” You manage to get out, your chest heaving up and down as you watched his glistening fingers work their way in and out of you. You let out a sob as he suddenly curled his fingers upward, the feeling of his slender fingers hitting your walls in all the right places making your legs shake ever so slightly.
He could tell by your needy sobs that fell naturally out of your mouth that you needed more. He began a faster pace with his fingers now, curling them over and over again. Your lustful moans mixed with pleasured sobs gave him all the push he needed to latch his mouth back around your clit, continuing his relentless pace.
“Michael, I’m going to come!” You cried as your hands flew to the back of his hair, pushing his head even closer to you somehow. You rocked yourself back and forth on his tongue, desperately chasing your release. The beads of sweat on your temples fell and your legs began to tremble uncontrollably, tightening around his head as you approached the finish line.
“Come for me, baby. You can do it. Give it all to me.” He encouraged, the encouragement all you needed to let go. Your back arched as your humping of his head slowed. You gently let go of his hair, and lifted your head up to gaze down at him.
He looked downright sinful. His chest was falling and rising in an attempt to catch his breath. His hair was disheveled from being pulled on by you, your own juices leaking down his chin.
You pulled him up toward you and gave him a loving kiss on his wrecked, wet lips. Although the both of you managed to catch your breath, his was caught in his throat once more as you reached to pull the waistband of his red plaid pyjama pants down.
“Are you sure, sweetheart? I don’t want to push you too hard.” He hesitated, his erection sending a different message.
“I’m sure, Mikey. Just because my dream ended there, doesn’t mean we have to stop there as well. I want to feel you, please.” You reassured as you kissed his jaw, taking the time to catch another whiff of his scent on his neck. You genuinely felt drunk on his love and affection, nothing or no one could tear you away from him in this very moment. “Fill me up.”
His dick twitched as you whispered that last sentence into his ear. The feeling of your breath on his ear, your delicate kisses on his jaw, and your hands on his arms becoming too much for him. “God, how am I such a lucky man?”
You giggled as Michael lifted you up off his chair, gently laying you down on the carpeted floor.
“Is this okay? I don’t think it’s safe for us to stay in the chair any longer.” He asked with concern. You nodded and planted yet another kiss to his lips.
“I’d take you anytime, anywhere, Mike.” Is all the approval he needed before diving down to your neck. He kissed, sucked, and licked the sensitive part of your neck before bringing a hand up to cup one of your breasts. He pulled the neckline of your nightie down, exposing your chest. He rolled your nipple between his fingers, taking the other one in his mouth.
“Oh, Mikey. Please, don’t stop.” You whined.
“I don’t plan on it, baby.” He responded, switching sides and rolling your other nipple in his fingers, planting his mouth on your sensitive bud once again. You could barely think straight. Without a second thought, you lifted your hips to meet Michael’s, needing to feel him on your pussy again. He let out a hiss but slammed his hips down to meet yours, creating a rhythm that had the both of you making purely lustful sounds.
He pulled off your nipple with a “pop!”. He couldn’t take it anymore. He temporarily moved away from you to tug his pants and boxers off as fast as he could. Once his clothing that concealed his magnificent cock came off, he knelt over you.
“Are you ready?” He stammered, rubbing his tip against your drenched slit, and then over your clit.
“Yes, yes, just please, Mikey.” You hurriedly wrapped your legs around him, pulling him in all the way until he bottomed out. You each let out a loud moan. The both of you stilled, trying to catch your breaths. “Move.”
Mike obliged and quickly found a pace that had you both in shambles. You pulled him closer to you. You could never get enough of this feeling. The weight of Michael on top of you, the way his back muscles felt as you traced your fingers over them again and again. Your thighs being spread just for him, while he made love to you and made the most perfect sounds in your ear.
“I wish you could see how beautiful you look beneath me like this. I’m such a lucky man.” He reiterated. “Coming to surprise me in this pretty outfit, God. You’re heaven-sent. The woman of my dreams.”
His praise only made the tingling in your lower tummy build once more.
“I love you so much Mike.” Is all you managed to get out, feeling completely and totally cock-drunk.
“I love you too, sweetheart.” He groaned. “So, so much.”
The pressure building up in your lower belly was unmistakable. You knew your second orgasm of the night was coming, and you could tell Mike’s was too. His pace began to falter, becoming an uneven mess. Recognizing this, you took the initiative to lift your leg as high as you could, laying it on his shoulder.
Mike’s breath was caught in his throat as he prepared for his orgasm. He tried his best to continue his pace, at the same time, reaching his hand down to swiftly rub your clit.
You knew your orgasms were about to clash, so you brought your hands up to Michael’s hair and pulled roughly, something you knew he adored. He came with a small whimper, his seed spilling into you and you followed instantly. His sweaty curls stuck to his forehead as he tried to even out his breathing.
Once he felt it was okay, he slowly pulled his dick out of your entrance and fell onto the floor beside you.
“You were amazing, my love.” He placed soft kisses to your neck and cheek, pulling you closer to him and wrapping his arms around you. “Thank you for coming down to see me, even at this late hour. You were perfect.”
“Thank you, Michael. You know just how to take care of me. I love every second I’m able to spend with you, no matter what time of day or night it could be.” You cupped his cheek, running your finger across his jawline. You gave him an affectionate kiss.
The walk you two had to take back to Michael’s bedroom had you thanking God that his entire family was asleep in the comfort of their own rooms. You both looked like complete messes, hair disheveled and you smelt of sex.
(the end! wow. it’s been a few years since i’ve written smut. i like to think i’ve gotten a little better at it. hope you all enjoy it. ㅤꨄ︎)