It was award season, and that meant getting to dress up. You loved picking out looks and helping Michael pick his outfits. But stepping out onto that carpet never failed to make you nervous. Michael knew how to make you feel better in an instant. You knew you couldn’t handle it if he wasn’t there to hold you close and walk you through the crowds of people.
This awards show was a little more laid back, so you decided on a shorter dress. It was tight and hugged every curve. The dark blue color looked amazing against your skin, and the silver jewelry added a little sparkle without going over the top. You made sure to add the necklace Michael had given you for your birthday, and silver heels so that you’d be somewhat close to Michael’s height. He threw on a leather jacket over his shirt, and walked you out to the car. Your leg started to bounce nervously the entire way there. He laid a hand on your knee and gave you a smile.
“It’s going to be alright. You’ve done it before, and I’ll be there.”
“I know, I know, and I love you for it.”
“I know you do.” He teased, and you felt more at ease. As the car pulled up to the entrance, you didn’t feel as anxious. You stepped out of the car, and Michael was instantly at your side, leading you to the spot he was supposed to be at first. A woman in a pencil skirt and blazer told you to stand on a circle, and you stood as you were told, Michael’s arm tight around your waist. The smiling was starting to hurt your cheeks, and the night hadn’t even gotten underway yet. The photographers were yelling things you couldn’t make out, but Michael was laughing and smiling big. You looked at him and his smile was contagious.The woman motioned for you to move to the next circle, and you moved down. This time, Michael’s hand was a little lower on your back, inching its way down as the cameras flashed. As she motioned for the next circle, Michael’s hand sneakily squeezed your ass through your dress. Your eyes grew wide, but you tried to act like nothing happened. You stepped aside, grabbing Michael’s wrist.
“What the hell was that?” You asked in astonishment.
“You have a good butt, is it so wrong for me to grab it?” He whispered in your ear.
“In front of everyone, maybe.” But he just smiled at you and you couldn’t stay mad. “You’re going to pay for that Clifford.” He just shrugged, and the woman led you to the last section of the carpet. Michael’s hand was back around your waist, hovering above your ass again.
“Did I tell you that you look amazing yet?” He whispered in your ear, and you felt your cheeks get pink.
“Well, the thing about this dress, is that it’s really tight. So I couldn’t really wear anything under it.” You whispered back, and Michael coughed suddenly. You smiled and turned back to the cameras.
“So… under that… is nothing?” He said through his teeth.
“Not a single thing.” You smirked, and he groaned quietly, still looking at the cameras. His leg started to bounce, and he gripped your waist tight. He avoided looking down at you now that he knew there wasn’t anything under your low cut dress. Once you were away from the cameras, he led you swiftly through the crowd and towards the edge where there weren’t people.
“You can’t tell me something like that, shit.” He kissed you quickly, massaging your ass over your dress. You pushed his hands away before anyone caught him grouping you.
“A little pay back, that’s all.” You sang in his ear. He groaned again and kissed you before leading you inside the awards show venue. The entire show, his hand was on your thigh, tracing circles with his thumb and squeezing every once in a while. He’d cough whenever you switched your crossed legs. You laughed to yourself at how easy it was for him to get turned on by you. When the show finally ended, he stood up and clapped as he led you down the aisle, ignoring the looks people shot you as you left well before everyone else. He called a cab instead of waiting for the car, and kissed you roughly in the back seat, a hand traveling up the side of your thigh and under your dress. He paid the driver extra to get you home fast, and when he pulled up in front of his house, he wasted no time jumping out. You couldn’t keep up in your heels, so he scooped you up over his shoulder and ran inside, and you laughed the whole way.
“Mikey, put me down.” You laughed as he ran into the kitchen. He grabbed your face and kissed you again, his hands grouping your ass again until your dress lifted up.
“Shit, you weren’t kidding.” He muttered as his hands roamed across your bare back and ass.
“Why would I lie about something like that?” You teased, and Michael looked at you with eyes full of lust. He unzipped the back of the dress and pulled it over your head. In one movement you were left bare in the middle of his kitchen. You wanted to even the score, and started to unbutton his shirt as his lips roamed down your jaw and to your neck. His hands started to massage your breasts, and you finally got his shirt off. He threw it with the dress, and laid you down on the kitchen table.
“I can’t wait until we get to the bedroom, we’re doing this here.” His raspy voice sent chills through your body as he knelt in front of you. “Already wet for me.” He sighed, moving around your wetness with his fingers. You nodded, and he lapped at your clit with his tongue while teasing your entrance. You whimpered, and he finally added a couple fingers to your throbbing core. You moaned in relief as he pumped his hand quickly, sucking your clit as he did it. Your fingers were tangled up in his hair, holding him close to you.
“Yes, Mikey, just like that.” You sighed, and he buried his face further into your heat. He must have felt your walls start to clench, because he starting pumping you faster towards your high. You felt it rush through you as one hand gripped the edge of the table, and the other grabbed at his hair. Your legs were trembling, and Michael wasn’t letting up until they stopped. You were panting as Michael lifted you up, gripped under your legs until you wrapped around him. You kissed his neck as he walked you towards the bedroom. But with the way you were pulling on the back of his hair, he stopped in the living room and laid you on the huge couch instead. You wouldn’t stop kissing Michael’s neck as he tried to take of his pants, kicking them off along with his boxers. He moved around your wetness with his tip, making you shudder and moan. He thrusted into you, making you gasp into his neck. He let out a moan of pleasure and you grabbed around behind his shoulders, feeling the muscles ripple as he pounded into you.
“Fuck, Y/N, fuck.” He muttered, leaning down to kiss you and slip his tongue across yours. He hit your g-spot, and your nails racked down his back, making him moan into your mouth. “Again, again.” He panted, and you pulled your fingers further down, for sure leaving marks. He’d groan each time you did, which edged you towards your high.
“Mikey.” You whimpered, and he reached a hand down to your clit, rubbing sloppy, fast circles with his fingers.
“I know.” He moaned into your ear. He nodded started thrusting faster, causing you to rack your nails down the backs of his arms. You threw your head back, your eyes screwed shut. You both knew how close you were, and it only took Michael a couple more perfect thrusts to send you over. You moaned his name, his fingers still working your clit. That made your legs tremble beneath Michael, and your walls clenched tight around him. With a groan and a final thrust, Michael let go, kissing your forehead as he rode out the high. He pulled out, leaving you feeling empty, and he laid on his stomach beside you.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry!” You ghosted over the red marks trailing all over his back, but Michael just gave you a tired smile.
“Don’t worry. I like people knowing I’m all yours.” He mumbled. You kissed the red spots around his back carefully. “I’ll just wear long sleeves for a while.” He teased, kissing you softly.
“Good idea.” You giggled, and he pulled you down to cuddle with him.
“You know, a warm shower might make these feel better.” Michael suggested, and you turned around to face him.
“You think it will?”
“I know it will.”
“Okay.” You sighed, and Michael practically jumped off the couch and ran to the bathroom. You stumbled after him, knowing that the rest of the night would be filled with one of your favorite activities.
