Okay I can work with jealous Michael. So imagine that the both of you are at a party after one of their concerts. You had dressed up nice in a tight short skirt and a low cut top. When Michael had first saw your outfit, he immediately was turned on and almost decided that he didn’t want to go to the party, however you forced him to. Once the two of you had gotten to the party, you separated from Michael to go talk to Ashton. Out of all the boys, he was like your best friend. You had both just gotten along when you first met. You were both in a deep conversation and he kept making you laugh. Michael had saw this and got jealous, pulling you away from the conversation and sitting down on the couch, you now sitting in his lap. He would have his arms wrapped tightly around you, maybe even kissing at your neck even though you told him to stop cause you both were in public.
The later into the party, the more drunk everyone was getting. Plenty of people had left, leaving it to just the boys, you, and a couple other friends. Someone had suggested that they did a round of Spin the Bottle. You laughed at how childish the game was, but had decided to play anyway. When it came around to Ashton’s turn, he spinned the bottle and it landed right on you. Everyone laughed considering the fact that you were dating Michael. Nonetheless, you leaned across the circle and kissed Ashton. It was a quick kiss that didn’t mean anything but the moment that you pulled away Michael was fuming. Michael pulled you back towards him, his grip on your hips was tight to the point that it hurt. He wouldn’t speak to you for the rest of the party and the moment that the boys started leaving he grabbed your hand, pulling you outside and to the car. The car ride was silent and he refused to turn on the music. You knew not to say anything because you knew he was upset. When you pulled into your drive way he passed you the keys. “Go to the bedroom. I will be there soon.” Your throat went dry as you unlocked the door to your house and went up to your room. You knew the drill, getting undressed and laying down on the bed to wait for Michael. You heard his footsteps as he made his way up the stairs. Looking at you, he nodded approvingly at your stance. Walking up to you, he wrapped his hand around your throat, forcing you to look up at him. “Listen here little one, you’re mine you got it. That means you don’t go around flirting with other guys and kissing them.” You nodded as he brought his fingers down to your core, rubbing in figure eights. You strained out a moan with his hands still around your throat as he growled, “Ashton can’t make you feel as good as I do. Doesn’t know all the right places that leave you squirming.” All you could do was simply nod as you felt your orgasm building.
