Smut

Michael Clifford Smut

Summary: You and Michael watch porn together that he wants to show you, and after a brief conversation about it, you both start jacking off. But that’s not all there is, because shortly after that, you go for round two.

Requested: Yes

Warnings: Mentions of orgasm-denial, Dom!Michael

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Is he really going to do that?” You ask, voice low and weak as your fingers move up to massage Michaels bicep. You hear a deep groan coming from him, taking you by surprise. You look at him. He’s staring intensely at the computer screen that’s in front of you two on the bed. You peek a glance at it. The woman’s hands are being tied up to the bed post, and the guy is hovering over her like a puma. You hear Michael’s breathing intensifying, and one of his hands is now stroking your thigh. Up and down, up… and down.

Her hushed moans in the video suddenly increase, responding to the guy’s fingers exploring her down there. Michael’s hand is still lingering on your thigh, but his up and down motions has stopped. You can tell the girl is almost there by her moans and whines under him. He is trailing his lips down her jaw, continuing their journey down her neck, stopping to nibble at her earlobe.

“You wanted to watch this with me, because?” You dare to ask Michael. Your voice is soft, tender, even. His hand starts moving again, up and down, torturing you as he goes higher for each stroke. He is laying next to you, in nothing but boxers. You’re wearing your favorite panties with a matching bra, feeling sexy as ever in it.

“‘Oh, Michael. What are you gonna do?’ ” He mimics your voice with the words you usually use whenever you’re feeling smug and seductive. Or, when you’ve done something that he doesn’t approve. Like last week, when you teased him when the boys were over. He got a boner, and well, you got a smirk on your lips, knowing the effect you had on him. You recall murmuring out an ironic ‘what are you going to do, Mikey?’.

You cough sarcastically, looking up at him, and this time he glances down at you, too. “Your point?” you mutter coolly. He cocks his head, and his lips twitch in amusement. But then he frowns, and there is something that changes. The atmosphere. His eyes. Your breathing.

The atmosphere went from being relaxed. A couple, watching porn together, enjoying each other’s company as everything feels calm and at ease. To the opposite. The couple are no longer watching porn, but staring at each other intensely, never breaking the eye contact. It’s neither calm or at ease anymore, but tense and… quite thrilling.

His eyes are no longer his usual green-grey color, but darker. Yes, darker.

Your breathing’s neither calm nor collected, but quickening for each passing second. It’s almost as if you’re panting.

“Look at what he’s doing to her, baby,” he murmurs darkly, gazing at you like a hawk. He grins, a devilish grin. You shrug, turning your attention back to the laptop. She’s just on the edge, but he stops. He stops just as she’s about to cum.

“Orgasm-denial?” you ask, horrified. You look up at Michael, who is scowling at you as if you should know what he’s on about. Is this his plan? “Is that your point?”

What?

“Oh, ding, ding, ding,” he says in a seductive way as he reaches over and grabs the laptop. He places it on his thigh, pressing the esc button. The video disappear, and he presses the ‘on/off’ button on the keyboard, causing the computer screen to go black. You see Michaels reflection in the screen, and his eyes lock with yours in it for a second.

“The next time you ask me what I’m gonna do, you can count that in,” his voice is darker, and you have to gather your thoughts for a moment. Would he really do that? Cause that’d be kinda hot.