This is way to much to ask but could you give a sample of how you’d make sub Michael in a story just to tied me over til you write a whole story lmao plz

icylangdon:

U know what fuck it…..ima actually do it just to see what y’all think !!:

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“Please, (y/n).”

You rolled your eyes, focused on the TV while the blond haired boy fidgeted next to you on the couch.

“What?” you said, tone impatient as you fixed your gaze on the screen, refusing to look over. Of course, the show wasn’t nearly as interesting as you were letting on; you were just waiting to see how long it would be until Michael completely lost control.

“I’m- I can’t stop thinking about earlier.”

“What happened earlier?” you asked, stifling a devilish smirk as you feigned ignorance.

“When you touched me. And you didn’t let me, you know.”

He sounded so worked up and desperate that you almost felt sorry for him- almost. You knew he loved it, though, when you denied and teased him, made him beg. He craved it, to be under your control.

“What do you mean? You were practically begging on your hands and knees for me to touch you, so I touched you.”

He licked his lips, shifting his body so he was sitting cross legged. He looked so innocent right now, a mop of messy blond hair falling in front of his widened eyes, hands toying with the sleeves of his slightly-too-big sweater. “Yeah, but- but you didn’t let me come.”

He pouted at you, and finally you turned to face him. Cupping his face with one hand, you leaned in close to him. He looked anxious, almost afraid, but there was a distant flicker of something else in his pale blue eyes.

“You asked me to touch you, Michael,” you said sternly, taking your other hand and stroking his hair tenderly. “And I gave you what you wanted. You’re being very ungrateful right now.”

He only looked at you, bottom lip quivering as he blinked back tears. “Please,” he said, voice hardly louder than a whisper.

You pretended to stroke his hair again before tugging it back sharply, resulting in a pained gasp from his mouth. You raised yourself slightly on the couch to look down at him, enjoying the way he looked at you, so eager to be yours. He looked so sweet right now, so needy. You wanted to kiss him gently and coo to him that everything would be okay. But you wouldn’t.

“I-I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything. I’m just. I need to come. It hurts how bad I want you, I-”

You interrupted him by yanking his hair again, and he cried out.

“Clearly I haven’t taught you well enough if you’re complaining like this. I think I’m going to have to discipline you.”

He let out a whine that sounded vaguely like a moan, and you let go of his hair. “Now get up. You’re finally going to get what you’ve been begging for.”

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