A soft kiss was placed upon your cheek and as you turned your head you were greeted with a grinning Michael, "You look hot by the way," He told you, in no way of being subtle, like he ever knew what that meant.
A snicker left your mouth as a blush slid into the place his lips just were. "Thanks babe," Your chin rested against the palm of your hand and your elbow on the table. The other boys were engaged in conversation of their own, but Michael's attention was fully on you and you had noticed it since you first even got to the restaurant. Even while you ate your food, he's eyes glanced over your entire body. Who were you to be one to complain though? After all, you were with them in London and needed any excuse to get dressed up.
As you waited for desert, a smirk appeared on Michael's face when he noticed you playing on your phone. His hand moved from around your waist to on your knee, to you it was nothing but a simple gesture, but as he slowly slid it up, you knitted your eyebrows, glance turning from your phone to your boyfriend. "What are you doing?" You whispered to him.
What seemed like a growl, erupted from his throat in response, "You can't expect me to just sit here and not do anything," He began in your ear, "I've been wanting you all night." Just as the words left his lips your panties were pushed aside under your dress and you felt his cold fingers against your heat, making your breath hitch.
"Mi-Michael, not here." You stuttered, not letting your voice get louder than a whisper. He didn't reply, only smirked wider.
"Just make sure your quiet, or else you'll be punished when we get back." He purred into your hear. Dominant Michael was sexy, to say the least. You felt his finger slide up and down your slit as another began rubbing your clit. Chills were running all throughout your body and you clenched your fists, fingernails digging into your palm. You mentally cursed him for not waiting to do this until after desert because just as he began rubbing at a faster pace, the waiter walked up with a tray of cakes. He set them down and everyone said their thanks, you on the other band biting the inside of your mouth for clear reason. Michael had another point with you to keep hushed, the other boys would never let you live this down, either of you. You noticed how he was eating his dessert with no problem, you picked up your fork and as you cut a piece of cake with it, he slid a finger inside of you and with a loud clink, you dropped the fork against the plate.
All the boys' eyes were on you, "You alright there?" Michael asked and you nodded.
"Of course." You snapped at him and everyone resumed conversation, paying no attention to you...thank god.
Michael kept up his pace, sliding his finger in and out of you, then he added another, glancing over at you to see your fingers clenching the fork. Your teeth bit away at your inner cheek, practically tasting blood. Suddenly your walls were stretched further as he added a third finger inside of you, pumping in and out, making a light squeal escape your lips.
"Y/N, what did I say?" Michael immediately leaned over, whispering in your ear and you nodded in understanding.
You tilted your head to look at him, "This cake just looks so good." A low chuckle left his mouth, but he didn't stop. You could feel that familiar buzzing in the pit of your stomach and you clenched your walls around his fingers. You kept your eyes on the desert in front of you. Your teeth were now biting your bottom lip as one of his fingers began rubbing you and the other two still pumping. Your hand was holding on to the fork so tight there'd be an imprint from the utensil. He plunged his fingers inside of you one last time, making you cum on them. He had long finished his desert while you didn't even start yours. He pulled out his fingers, wiping them on the table cloth.
"Y/N, you haven't even started your dessert yet." He whined, playing coy to what just happened.
You let out a long, shaky breath, "I was hoping to save it for later," You shot him a wink. You'd both be getting the "dessert" you really wanted later on.
