I WANT TO WATCH // ONE SHOT synopsis: Michael wants to see how you take care of yourself while he's away.
tags: 18+ smut, MDNI! slightly dom!michael, sub!reader, no specific era cw: sexual themes, 18+ (MDNI), established relationship, kissing, masturbation, dirtyyyy talk, slight choking, praise!kink, cursing, no use of y/n, use of "baby", "good girl" (yk I love a pet name) word count: 2k disclaimer: this story is a work of fiction. every element of this work is used in a fictitious manner, including all names, characters, places, and events, and is not an accurate portrayal of real-life people, dead or alive. any resemblance to actual persons, dead or alive, is purely coincidental due to the author's creative writing.
You and Michael sat on the living room couch, like you had been most of the day. Your head laid across his lap, your legs stretched out across the cushions as you read your book; Michael sat up straight, one hand fiddling with some lyrics on a pen and pad, his other resting gently on your stomach. Every so often you’d glance up from your book just to look at him. His jaw, his eyelashes. The way he’d rub his finger along his bottom lip as he pondered and pieced together his work. He was so beautiful, and you felt so lucky to just be here, doing nothing, with him.
As you finished out another chapter of your book, you slipped your bookmark between the pages, shut it, and tossed it down on the couch next to you. You just wanted to look up at Michael and watch him. It caught his attention; he looked down at you, smiling.
“What?” he smirked.
“Nothing! I was just lookin..’” Your hands gently clutched at his arm that wrapped around you, sweetly stroking lines up and down.
Michael leaned down, brought his hand to your cheek, and kissed you. It was comfortable, safe, almost instinctual. It was perfect. His hand remained wrapped around your face, his thumb gently stroking your cheek.
Your contentment turned to nausea when the thought struck you that this was one of the last days you would have with Michael before he left for tour.
“I’m gonna miss ya so much when you leave. I wish we could stay like this forever.” You couldn’t look at him as you said it, your face turning into his cheek, looking for more of his comfort.
“I know, baby. Me too. But it’ll go fast and you’ll come visit, ‘member?” He clutched your cheek tighter.
“I know. I know. It’ll be fun to visit. I just…I’m gonna miss this. The way you hold me… the way you feel.” You looked up at him again, a cheeky smirk tugging at his lips. Hearing you say you loved the way he touched you made him proud.
“I’m gonna miss it too, but we’ll talk every night and it’ll feel like I’m here.”
You huffed and turned your head away again. You tried to push the thoughts of all of that away and just enjoy right now.
Michael’s hand slipped back down to meet yours, resting on your stomach. Just resting it there, on top of yours. Gently, sweetly.
There was a lull. You could feel him looking at you.
You felt Michael shifting, and heard his pen and pad drop to the floor beside the couch. He brought his other hand to your head, slowly caressing your forehead and running his fingers through your hair.
“Do you ever…y’know… when I’m away. Do you ever–”
Your eyes darted up at him, eager to hear what words might come next.
“You know..” He swiftly tilted his head, motioning towards your feet, grinning.
“What? Do I ever what?” Curiosity tugged at your brows, they furrowed as you turned to get a better look at him, trying to understand what he was getting at.
“Do you ever…touch yourself. When I’m not here..” He smiled, shyly. His hand clutched yours harder.
A quick huff of air shot from your nose. You giggled nervously.
“Yeah… sometimes.” You said with a girlish smile. You caught his eyes. They were sinking into deep, dark, pools of lust.
“Really?...” His voice dropped lower, his tone became more serious, more focused.
“Yeah…” You felt your cheeks flush red hot. You never felt shy around Michael when it came to sex, not anymore, but you had never talked about this. It felt so raw, so intimate.
“Whadda think about… when ya do it?” His voice was so soft it was almost a whisper.
You bit down on your bottom lip, you felt a shyness rumbling deep in your core.
“You…obviously.” Your voice barely above a whisper.
“Really..”
“Yeah.. and the stuff we do together..y’know?” You bit down on your lip.
He nodded, and a satisfied, closed mouthed smirk ran across his face. He leaned down and kissed you again. This time, he lingered on your mouth, clutching your hair. He let out a small, barely audible moan.
“I want to see how you do it.” Michael’s eyes peered into yours, serious, lustful. “I want to watch you do it.”
Your hand flew up to cover your eyes. You suddenly felt insecure, nervous. At the same time, hearing Michael say that had sent a pulse to your core, and your legs involuntarily shut.
Michael reached for your wrist, pulling your hand off of your eyes, and kissed you again. With your wrist in his hand, he slowly guided you down towards the waistband of your shorts.
“C’mon baby. You don’t have to be shy. It’s just me.”
You let him guide your hand, watching his face watch you. You bit down hard on your lip. You were filled with a vulnerability you had never felt and a raging heat deep in your core all at once, a wonderfully strange bundle. Michael slowly parted your legs, lightly dragging his fingers down each thigh.
Your chest rose and fell quickly, your heart beating uncontrollably as Michael unbuttoned your shorts, pulled down the zipper, and guided your hand under the fabric.
“Ya know, this way, I can picture you..when we’re on the phone together..when I’m gone. You can touch yourself while you listen to my voice…And it’ll be like I’m right here.” Michael rubbed his hand up your torso, over your tits, and onto your neck.
You had just barely slipped your hands into your shorts, your fingers laying still between your shorts and your thong. Your heat warmed them as Michael's soft, slow tone coaxed you into full arousal.
He pulled you in for one more deep kiss.
“Show me, baby. Don’t be nervous.”
At his command, you slipped your hands fully into your shorts and applied firm pressure to your aching clit. Your slick soaked through the fabric; your back arched slightly off the couch. A dainty guttural moan vibrated in your throat.
You looked up at Michael for his reaction; his eyes locked on your crotch intently, his lip sucked up under his teeth. He felt your gaze and met you there, giving you a small smile and a reassuring nod.
“That’s it baby, keep going.”
You slipped just your middle digit down your crease and back up, landing on your clit again, firmly pressing into your slick this time. Your mouth opened to release a small, breathy moan.
Michael’s hand drifted to your tits, rubbing gently and slowly.
“Good girl. That feels good, doesn’t it?”
You cocked your head back, your neck curving around his thigh. You nodded desperately, your mouth hanging open waiting for his kiss.
Michael, without breaking eye contact, pulled at your hand by your wrist. You let him lead your hand out and up to your mouth.
“Suck.” He guided your wet fingers to your mouth, you wrapped your lips around them, tasting the faint residue from your folds.
“There you go… get ‘em nice and wet. Like you do f’me…” He watched with parted lips before guiding you back down to your center.
You slipped your fingers under the fabric of your thong this time, letting the wetness of your mouth melt into the slick of your folds. You drug your fingers up and down before focusing your attention on your clit, rubbing in circles slowly, alternating pressure and speed.
You found your pace; your hips beared down as your chest rose in a measured rhythm. Your eyes shut hard, your mouth hung open.
“Mm, god… you look s’pretty like this.” You felt Michael readjust himself, pulling at his trousers. The sight of you playing with yourself made his cock bulge against his pants.
He slipped his hand beneath your neckline and found your nipple; he lightly teased at it until it was hard and sensitive. He did the same with the other.
His touch made your own that much better. It prickled your skin from head to toe. You had come completely undone, and any nervousness had quickly evaporated.
“Fuck… so pretty.” He palmed himself over his slacks, his eyes darted from your crotch to your open mouth. He leaned down and his mouth met yours; it was eager, wet, and messy. Your tongues danced around each other as his hand gripped your chin, guiding your movements.
He leaned back again to watch your hand pulse beneath your shorts.
“Take ‘em off. I want to see you. Really see you.” He reached down and tugged at your shorts; you slipped your hand out from the waistband and lifted your hips as you slowly pushed them off.
You bent your knees and planted your feet flat against the cushion, letting your legs fall open just wide enough to slip your hand back between. At first just to cover yourself from the sudden exposure, but you quickly slipped a finger back between your folds to comfort your throbbing clit.
“Let me see baby..” Michael reached down and gently parted your legs until they fell completely open. He let his hand fall down your thigh.
“Mmm… I love seeing you like this…you’re so beautiful baby.” He leaned down for another quick kiss. He rubbed himself, inhaling sharply.
You resumed your previous pace; you let everything else fall away and just focused on getting yourself to cum, on getting yourself to cum for Michael.
He watched intently, his eyes wide and pupils blown, his hands exploring and caressing every inch of your body.
You began to clinch tighter, your body aching for his length, his fingers. You dragged your fingers down your folds, gathering the pool of slick at your entrance, and spread it up to your clit, rubbing yourself faster this time. Your whimpers quicked, too. Keeping with the pace you had set yourself, you whined as you neared your peak.
“That’s it, baby girl. You’re doing so good.” Michael slid his hand to your neck, his fingers gripping the hair at the nape.
“Michael… fuck, Michael…” You reached up with your other hand, looking for him to ground yourself. You latched onto his forearm.
“You gonna cum f’me, baby? Huh?” He leaned down and kissed you again, hard and wet. He pulled back and hovered above you, his hot breath dripping into you.
“Yes, Michael, fuck–” you cried out, your voice shaky and weak.
“C’mon baby, I want to watch you make yourself cum.”
He sunk his tongue back into your mouth; the dual sensation of his hot, wet tongue, and your fingers desperately rubbing your clit was about to send you into a full tremor.
Your back arched off the couch and your hips rolled into your hand, head digging into Michael’s lap even harder. Your mouth fell wide as your orgasm ripped through you, leaving you breathless. You snapped your legs shut around your hand, sending pressure to your throbbing clit, prolonging your release.
“God, Michael…” You gasped, still trembling from your climax.
“Fuck, baby… such a good girl… cummin’ f’me like that.” Michael leaned down, gripping your face, and kissed you. Firmly, but quick. He popped back up to take in your flushed expression as you came down.
Your grip on him loosened as you attempted to catch your breath. Your eyes fluttered open searching for him, for his satisfaction. You caught his jaw first, a smile attempting to escape between his bit lip.
His eyes scanned your face, your body, pleased with how you had just unravelled for him.
You eyes finally met again. “God, baby…I’m gonna need to see that again.” He smirked. You smiled back, pleased with how enamored he was.
You shot him a mischievous look, realizing you knew exactly what needed to happen next.
“Your turn.”
