The second part is FINALLY up, sooooo enjoy :D

Warning: Mature content

Y/n's POV

"You ready Y/n?"

Michael opened the door that lead to the room where we'd be recording our parts for his new song which he aptly titled In The Closet. We both knew exactly what the inspiration behind the song was. And a glance at the lyrics confirmed these thoughts. I tried convincing him to let another artist be his vocal partner and how I wouldn't be a good fit but he refused and insisted that only I sing with him. After reassuring me I won't have to actually sing and just be sensual did I agree.

"I guess so."

I walked towards the microphone as Michael shut the door and dimmed the lights. Deciding to trust his decision I put on the headphones, just vaguely registering the privacy screen for the booth going down, and saw Michael do the same. Now was the perfect time to put my plan of seduction into action. Luckily, there was nothing between us except the microphone hanging from the ceiling, allowing my hand to caress his chest. His eyes bore into mine as feral as a predator.

Looking into his eyes, I mirrored his expression of lust before whispering the opening lines. "There's something I have to say to you. If you promise you'll understand."

"I cannot contain myself when in your presence, I'm so humbled." His hands gently squeezed my breasts as his lips got closer to mine. "Touch me. Don't hide our love, woman to man."

I squeezed the bulge of his pants and he let out a yelp and I just smirked at him. But his expression told me I'd be paying for that later. I kept my hand firmly in place and gently squeezed and caressed it from outside the fabric as he continued singing, his voice much raspier than earlier.

"She wants to give it." His hands made their way underneath my shirt to my breasts and caressed them, lowly growling "Dare me" into the microphone before giving them a firmer squeeze. I moaned as his hands pulled up my bra and fondled my nipples.

"It's just a feeling, you have to soothe it. You can't neglect it, you can't abuse it." My hand purposefully slowed its pace over his length, and my desired outcome was granted to me: an already frustrated Michael silently begging me to resume what I was doing. But I had something else in mind.

As if knowing what I wanted to do, he stressed his next line. "Then if you want it, then won't you taste it." Smirking to myself, I kneeled down in front of him, pulled his pants down a bit more, and gave a long lick from the base to the tip. Michael's body shuddered in pleasure as my tongue focused on just the tip as I flicked it in rapid circles. His moans began struggling to break through his singing as I slowly lowered my mouth on him, determined to break his concentration. My mouth worked its magic on him as he struggled to keep his composure throughout the chorus. As his verse drew to a close, I slowly pulled away from him and kept eye contact as I leisurely slid up his body in time for my verse.

"One thing in life you must understand, the truth of lust woman to man." My hand slid back to his penis and slowly stroked him as I continued with my part. His struggle to keep his moans silent was evident in the quivers of his voice.

"Ah because, there's something about you baby, that makes me want to give it to you." My hand increased its pace and in turn his fingers lightly pinched my nipples. His eyes never broke contact with mine as one hand slowly slid down my front and into my pants. I nearly moaned out loud when he slid two fingers inside me and ended up biting the fabric of his shirt.

"If you can get it, is it worth the try? I really want it, I can't deny. It's just desire, I really love it." My hand squeezed and stroked just his tip. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, unable to utter a single coherent word. Seeing him come so undone heightened my own desire for him even more. His breathing increased as he looked back at me. Without breaking eye contact, I moaned his last verse to him to convey my own desire. "'Cause if it's aching, you have to rub it."

Right then, he placed his thumb on my clit and gently rubbed it in circles. I gasped as his fingers and thumb changed paces preventing me from focusing on just one feeling. Michael promptly removed his hand much to my displeasure only for it to be replaced with something else.

I felt the initial pain of him entering me, but once fully inside, it turned to pure bliss. He indicated for me to wrap my legs around him, and just like so many times before, I did. As soon as my legs were secured, his pounding began. I was unsure if our wet juices could be heard through the mic, but I didn't care. All I could focus on was how good his dick felt pumping in and out of me as I bit his shoulder to keep from screaming.

Michael began moaning uncontrollably into the mic and his thumb now rubbing my clit prompted me to do the same. The constant edging from before rendered it so both of us were already at our climaxes. And just that we did together with a loud yell into the mic. My release left me breathless while Michael panted for breath and continued singing. But I still wanted more.

I was not yet satisfied and I could tell Michael wasn't either by his still fully hard member inside me. So, it was no surprise to me when he started thrusting in and out of me again. Since both of us already were sensitive from our previous orgasm, it didn't take long for us to start moaning into the mic again. The familiar buildup began again and his hands dug into my skin as I clawed at his back as we both let our second orgasm take over, more intense than the one before.

As the song ended, Michael staggered to the couch in the corner with me still wrapped around him and sat down exhausted. Both of our undergarments were wet to the touch with our lovemaking. Both of us were still in heaven, not yet wanting to come back down to Earth and deal with responsibilities or recording. It was just the two of us in this blissful peace.

A second and eternity later, we pulled away from each other. Michael chuckled to himself. "I gotta start bringing you over more often baby."

I laughed and said, "If you did, this would probably end up happening every time."

"All the more reason beautiful." The back of his hand gently caressed my face and swept a lock of hair behind my ear. His hand rested there and gently pulled me in for a kiss, soft and sweet. Just like my Michael.

Slowly pulling away, he said, "We should definitely start cleaning up and leaving before anyone gets suspicious about what really happened in here."

Ikik, it's not that good 😔 And EXTREMELY overdue. But Mikey_CinnaSwirl this will still be dedicated to you 🥰🥰🥰🥰