#michael gray smut
Know-It-All - Michael Gray
TW: very little plot after the straight up porn part that you’ll find at the very beginning. Mature language, explicit content, dom!michael -If you are not 18 you read under your OWN responsability, i am no one to tell you what you can or can’t do. Also, FREE OF SPOILERS! She/her pronouns.
A/N: 416 words. I needed to get this out of my brain, so enjoy the small thing.
It wasn’t up and down.
It was a swift sway, where every single movement sent shivers that made my body react to his almost uncontrollably. And I mean almost, because his hands kept me steady, and feeling the soft yet deadly grip he had on my hips and the words that left his mouth reminded me how much I wanted to keep going.
“Fuck,” he whined while throwing his head back and hardening his grip. He breathed in and sat straight again, his eyes met mine. “You look so good right now. Such a little, desperate girl. Who knew you were this desperate, huh?” he smiled “If I had known, I would have fucked you the minute I found out. But, you are here now” he said between heavy breaths, “, yeah, you are here. Cockdrunk, almost dumb…” as he spoke, he moved a strand of hair from my face, and placed it behind my ear. I couldn’t form a single word, the necessity or release had taken over my body and mind.
I was always an insecure girl, about my height, my body, my arms, my legs… and none of that existed at that moment. The only thought in my mind was a constant reassurance of how good he felt inside of me, and the only two sounds my body could produce were: my moans and the raw sounds of him now fucking me bloody dumb.
“Not only are you absolutely desperate, but you are also the most gorgeous girl ever, and there’s no one else I would rather fuck-” his statement got interrupted by a laugh.
Oh, he noticed.
“You liked it, hhm? Me, calling you gorgeous?” His laugh made his whole body vibrate, and I moaned involuntarily.
“Y/N?” he asked, “Y/N, what do you think?”
Goosebumps travelled through my body, and as I looked up, I saw various pairs of eyes staring at me, waiting for an answer.
“Sorry, I-I am… uh… what was the question?” I shifted in my chair, trying to find a comfortable position, one that would allow me to ignore how my body was reacting to the memory from the night before.
“I want to know what you think about the way the business is going to be done,” Tommy spoke while trying to decipher where my mind was.
“Right, the business. Yeah, as long as we stay legal.” Polly left out a breathy laugh, and I looked around the room, everyone was staring at Tommy, but Michael. Michael was staring at me, eyes knowing everything, and a promising smile.
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