description: Michael is trying to get work done and you're bored so you try to get his attention
warnings: smut
you look at yourself in the mirror and smirk, knowing what you're about to do. you slip out of all your clothing expect for your panties and tie a silk red robe around your body that Michael claimed to be "the sexiest thing you've ever worn" and you head out of the bathroom.
"michael, you've been staring at that computer for ages... come spend some time with me" you sigh, not even looking up from his computer he rolls his eyes and continues his work.
you walk over and stand behind him "c'mon michael.." you glide your hands from his shoulders to his chest "i want you.." you seductively whisper into his ear. he turns his head to face you, his lips mere inches away from yours "you want me?" he questions, you nod unable to speak. he gets closer and whisper "well i... want to finish my work." he turns his head back to facing his computer. "prick" you scoff, he laughs and brushes off your comment.
you sit on your shared bed and except defeat until you begin to have an idea "i bet timothy would enjoy my company" michael's eyes widen but he attempts to ignore you. "i bet timothy would just love to see me in something like this" you smirk, loosening your robe a bit and standing up "i guess i'll head to his room seeing as i'm not getting the attention i want from you-" michael cuts you off by slamming his computer closed "your sad attempt at making me jealous is only making me angry, y/n" he stands up and walks over to you
"good" you look him directly in the eyes "you're so incredibly sexy when you're angry" you smirk.
he grips his hand around your throat "is this what you wanted?" he asks, before you can answer he slips a hand into your panties, a moan escaping from your lips
"looks like i have my answer" he smirks
he slides two fingers into you. your knees feel weak with all the pleasure michaels giving you. "please don't stop" he grips harder onto your throat "i make the fucking rules, slut" he pulls his fingers out, the lack of sensation causing you to whimper
"i don't want to hear another word out of you"
he grabs your waist and throws you onto the bed
"hands and knees. now."
you comply, he pulls your robe off and instead of removing them he just rips your panties.
"michaellllll" you whine
his hand comes down on your ass. hard.
"i said shut up."
he undoes he belt, pulls out his hard manhood and without warning he slams into you, instantly picking up the pace, railing you without stopping.
"yeah? you like that you needy fucking whore?"
he grabs you by the throat and pulls you up so he chest is resting against your back
michael bites down on your ear and whispers
"if you cum, i'll fucking ruin you"
those words instantly making it 10x harder not to.
he pulls out of you "on your knees in front of me"
he demand, you move off the bed and onto the floor.
"stick that tongue out for me"
you open your mouth, sticking out your tongue and looking up at him.
"good to know that mouth is useful for something other than fucking complaining"
not long after, ropes of michaels seed is all over your face and tongue
"clean it up and swallow it, slut"
you do as he says and wipe it off your face with your finger and take it into your mouth, swallowing every last drop.
michaels fixes his belt and without a second thought goes back to continue his work
"what about me?"
"i gave you all the attention you needed, brats don't deserve to cum" he smirks
