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âč àŁȘ Ë à»ê± description: a rainy night takes an unexpected turn when michael stumbles across your secret toy. what starts as a tense, quiet confession quickly turns into an intense lesson in desire. suddenly, waiting isn't as easy as it used to be.
content: 18+, smut, established relationship, fluff, usage of sex toys, religious michael, otw!michael, my mind is so nasty lmao, not proofreadâŠso if yall see sum, no yall donâtâŠ
۶ৠthe storm outside was unrelenting, the heavy downpour beating a steady, rhythmic thrum against your apartment windowpane. inside, everything was warm and isolated. minnie riperton was playing low on the turntable, the soft needle pops blending into the sound of the rain.
you were sitting on the edge of the sink counter, setting out small glass bottles, while michael leaned against the doorframe, a thick white headband holding back his soft curls. he was watching your hands with absolute, intense concentration as you prepped your skin.
"so wait... you gotta put that liquid stuff on first?" michael asked, tilting his head with wide doe eyes. "before we put the face masks on?"
"yeah, baby," you chuckled softly, lifting the glass bottle to show him. "this is the toner. it balances your skin and cleans off whatever the soap missed so the face mask can actually do its job."
"hmm," michael hummed, stepping closer to inspect the bottle. "i wanna learn it all. show me how to do it. i gotta keep my skin right for these studio sessions this week... quincyâs got me under those bright lights all day."
"well, if you wanna do it right, i need a couple of cotton pads," you smiled, turning to look for the plastic sleeve on the counter before realizing it was empty. "oh, shoot... without even thinking, i left the backup pack in my bedroom."
"where in the bedroom?" michael asked, already turning toward the doorway, his socked feet making no sound against the tile.
"they're right in my nightstand drawer, baby. top one, right in the front."
"top drawer, got it," michael said smoothly, padding down the short hallway into the dim light of your room.
you turned back to the mirror, uncapping the bottle and humming along to the vinyl playing in the living room, completely oblivious to what was resting in that drawer right beside your spare skincare backups.
and then, the entire apartment went dead, suffocatingly quiet.
stepping out into the bedroom, you found him standing rigid by the bed, staring wide-eyed into the open drawer. sitting right beside your spare lotions was your seven-inch realistic dildo. michael stood completely shocked, his jaw slightly open, trying to form words that just wouldn't come out. the silence alone told you everything he had seen.
you hurried over and slammed the drawer shut, grabbing the cotton pads off the top and trying to convince him to come back to the bathroom to finish like nothing had happened. but michael just stood there dead in his tracks, his expression completely unreadable, his chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven breaths.
then, he murmured out so quietly, his voice raspy over the storm. "are youâare you not satisfied in our relationship?"
you could see the deep worry on his face, almost as if heâd been physically hurt by the sight.
you let out a soft sigh, putting the cotton pads down on the nightstand before sitting right on the side of the bed, looking up at his tall, frozen frame. "yes baby, iâm happy. so very happy with you."
michael slowly raised his long hands, rubbing his face tiredly before looking back down at you. "mama, i asked if you were satisfied. not happy."
you sighed, completely unable to lie to his handsome face and big, searching doe eyes. "itâs not that iâm unsatisfied⊠i just have personal needs, baby."
michael hummed softly and nodded, his hand moving up to nervously pick at his afro, a habit he fell into whenever his mind was racing. "but i thought we agreed we werenât ready to haveâ to go all the way."
you readjusted nervously on the mattress, nodding slowly. "yes baby, i know what i agreed to. and i meant it. michael, if you arenât ready, then you arenât ready, and iâm okay with that."
michael sighed heavily, his shoulders slumping. "clearly you arenât... now that youâre using a toy instead of me." he frowned, his dark eyes fixed on the carpet.
"well baby, i know where you stand on sex," you said softly, reaching out to gently grab his long hands, pulling him closer until he was standing right in front of you between your knees. "youâve told me it all, about how youâd like to wait till marriage or whenever youâre ready. iâd never force you to do anything just for my pleasure. i love you, michael."
a thick, heavy quiet settled over the room, filled only by the rhythmic drumming of rain against the window and the faint, distant crackle of the vinyl turntable in the living room.
michael didn't say anything right away. he stood there with his jaw tightly set, his chest rising and falling in deep, slow breaths as he searched your face. you could see the war playing out behind his big doe eyesâthe deep-rooted shyness, the weight of his upbringing, and the overwhelming desire to just be everything you needed.
slowly, the sharp tension in his shoulders began to thaw. his thumb smoothed over the back of your knuckles in a slow, rhythmic circle, his touch softening from hesitant to deliberate.
"yeah... well, now iâm jealous," he joked softly.
you chuckled to yourself, breaking the heavy tension. "no need to be, i always imagine itâs you anyways."
michaelâs big eyes went wide at your vulgar comment. "wow, thatâs⊠sexy," he whispered, saying the word like it was a swear word he wasn't supposed to utter out loud. "tell me more, mama. i wanna know what i been missin' out on."
he moved closer, sitting beside you on the bed. you scooted your back up against the headboard, pulling your knees up, while he remained on the side of the bed, gently rubbing your leg through your nightgown.
the rain kept beating steady against the glass, but inside the room, the air had turned thick and still. michaelâs long fingers trailing light, feather-soft circles along the side of your leg. his big dark eyes didn't leave yours for a single second.
"so..." michael whispered, his voice dropping low, almost hesitant. "when you're layin' here by yourself... what actually goes through your head, mama? walk me through it."
michael let out a quiet breath, looking down at your joined hands before bringing one of them up to his lips, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your knuckles.
"i just... i hate thinkin' about you layin' here alone, mama," he murmured, his voice dropping into a thick, low husk that made your heart do a quiet flip. "i thought i was protectin' you, but the thought of another thingâsome objectâgivin' you what i should be givin' you... it drives me crazy."
he shifted closer, on the edge of the mattress until his knee was pressed flush against yours. the vulnerability in his eyes slowly shifted into an intense, quiet curiosity that made the air in the bedroom feel instantly warmer.
you took a slow breath, feeling a sudden wave of heat rush up your neck. "it's... usually on nights after you drop me off. after our dates."
"after our dates?" michael echoed softly, tilting his head. a faint, curious brow raised above those wide doe eyes. "what about our dates makes you go open that drawer?"
"just you, michael," you admitted quietly, shifting your hips slightly against the sheets.
"i come home, and the apartment is so quiet, but my head is still spinning. i'm thinking about the way you looked at me across the table. the way your hand felt wrapped around mine while you were driving... or how your voice sounds when you lean in real close to whisper somethin' in my ear before you leave."
michaelâs breath caught sharply in his throat. his thumb stilled on your leg for a split second, pressing a tiny bit firmer into your skin before continuing its slow, rhythmic stroke.
"you... you really lay here thinkin' about my voice?" he murmured, leaning a fraction of an inch closer, entirely captivated.
"mhm," you hummed, your breath growing a little shallow as the memory settled in your chest. "i lay right here in the dark, and i pull the covers up... and i think about what it would feel like if you didn't leave. if you stayed."
"and then what?" michael asked, his voice dropping another octave into a smooth, thick hush. he leaned in so close you could feel the soft warmth radiating off his face. "tell me every detail, mama. don't skip nothin'."
"i reach into the nightstand," you whispered, uncrossing your legs slowly, letting your knees fall open just a little wider as a sudden, restless ache began to pulse between your thighs. "i grab the toy... but when i touch myself with it, i don't think about silicone. i pretend it's your long fingers...or just you."
michael swallowed hard, the sound sharp in the quiet room. his eyes widened, a deep, dark intensity swirling in his pupils as he listened. "you pretend it's my hands on you?"
"yes, baby," you whined softly, your chest rising and falling fast now. "i close my eyes and I imagine your weight on top of me. i imagine you holdin' my wrists down against the pillow, pressing your mouth right against mine..."
"gosh..." michael whispered, his breath completely hitching as he stared at your parted lips. "i had no idea... i didn't know you wanted me like that."
"i want you all the time, michael," you breathed out, your voice trembling as your body subtly twitched, a quiet gasp slipping past your lips at the sheer thought of it. "i lay here and i slide it in real slow... and all i can do is moan your name into the dark. michael... oh, michael..."
michaelâs eyes tracking the subtle flush spreading across your chest and down your neck. he saw the way your legs shifted nervously, the way your breath hitched every time you spoke his name, your body visibly growing warm and needy right in front of him.
he shifted his weight, moving his hand from your knee up to the warm, soft skin of your inner thigh, his long fingers pressing in just enough to anchor you there.
"looks like you want it right now," he spoke softly, the words sliding out smooth, deliberate, and undeniably bold.
you were surprised at his sudden words. "michael⊠babyâŠ"
"shhh," he hushed you softly.
leaning forward, he caught your lips in a warm kiss, whispering against your mouth. "i hate that i canât please you the way you need."
you just kissed him deeper in response, hands resting on his chest, before mumbling, "sâokay baby. i understand. iâll wait for you."
michaelâs hands began to ride up your legs gently, feeling the warmth of your skin beneath your nightgown as he continued to kiss you, trailing his lips to your jaw.
"i hate how bad i wanna be inside you, but just canât," he murmured against your skin.
you breathed deeply as michael whispered in your ear, his long fingers rubbing your thighs, turning you on so fast your head was spinning.
"you teasinâ me babyâŠdonât do that," you whispered against his lips while gently holding his face.
michael pulled away slightly, looking you right in the eye with a fierce, quiet intensity. "maybe i can do somethinâ bout it this time."
eyeing your expression for any doubt, he shifted his body and leaned over back into the drawer, pulling out the dildo. you gasped at how naughty he was being, having never seen this side of him before.
"baby, what are you doinâ" you tried to speak, but michael just cut you off with a deep, heavy kiss, his tongue exploring your mouth and stealing your breath away. you whimper against him, pulling his warm body closer by the shoulders.
"you said you think about me kissinâ you, huh?" his lips left yours, trailing down to gently peck along your throat. "all down here?"
you moaned out desperately, clenching his white t-shirt, balling the fabric into your fist needily. "mhm... yes..."
"you think about me touching you all over? like this, mama?" he questioned, pulling back to hold eye contact intensely.
his hands were now roaming your body, reaching up under your nightgown to gently stroke your tummy before moving up to caress your breasts. you bit your lip at this sudden burst of sexual intensity. his long fingers tugged at the strap of your nightgown, pulling it down, exposing your breasts to the cool air.
"you imagine me kissing you right here baby?" he wondered softly.
his long, slender fingers grasped the plump roundness of your breasts, lifting you gently before his lips met the thick hardness of your nipples.
you moaned out, your head falling back against the headboard, hips bucking up begging for something⊠just something. the lingering thought of his religious stance lingered in the back of your mind as he licked and sucked softly.
"i get those feelings too," he whimpered against your breasts, his breath hot against your skin. "that need to feel you, to hold you close and feel that warmth⊠and wetness."
your hands tangled in his afro gently as you felt his warm tongue working over your sensitive skin. "i just know itâs so unholy for me," he whispered, almost to himself. "it feels so forbidden mama."
"then baby, why you feelinâ on me so good like this?" you whined, desperate for any kind of pleasure, knowing actual sex was unlikely.
he pulled back from the kiss, his lips hovering right over yours teasingly. "cause you deserve it⊠mama. yâbeen holdinâ back for so long. just for me."
you gently rubbed his cheekbone with your thumb, pulling back with a softened expression. "iâd never wanna rush you baby."
michael leaned back in for another kiss before mumbling, "i know sweetheart, and thatâs why you deserve it most."
before you could even react, you felt something hard pressed up against your clothed warmth. you gasped, feeling the firm pressure against your clit. half of you wished it wasnât the toy, and the other half wished it was really michael.
looking down, you saw michael gently moving the dildo up and down your core over your panties, grinding it slowly. before you could speak, his free hand took you by the chin, pulling you to meet his eyes.
"no baby. look at me. feel me," he directed softly, pressing the toy down harder in a slower, torturous grind. he leaned forward, kissing your neck and whispering sweet, filthy promises into your skin.
you begged him not to tease, writhing under his touch. seeing your desperation, michael reached down and pulled your panties down your legs, throwing them aside, completely in love with the sight of you bare and wet for him.
resting the warm, smooth tip right against your wet opening, he paused just to meet your gaze. then, with a slow and deliberate tilt of his wrist, he slid the dildo all the way into you, letting out a soft breath as he set a steady, intoxicating pace.
"look at me," he murmured, keeping his eyes locked onto yours as he established a steady rhythm. with every deep glide of the toy, he talked you through it, his voice low and heavy as he described precisely how heâd take you if it were his own body. his grip stayed firm, anchoring you to the mattress with each smooth stroke.
slowing down, he whispered right into your ear, "this is how slow iâd go when holding you close..." while he kissed down your neck.
and then speeding up, his wrist moving faster, "and this is how fast iâd go, when you keep making noises like that for me."
"look at me, mama," he reminded you continuously, his voice commanding yet infinitely tender. "keep your eyes on me, not the toy. imagine it's me. tell me who's touching you."
"you... it's you, baby," you whimpered, completely lost in his dark eyes and the steady push of his hand.
michael leaned in close, his heavy gaze never leaving yours for even a second. his wrist kept a steady, torturous rhythm, sliding the smooth length deep into your warmth before drawing it back out to the sensitive entrance, only to push right back in.
"that's right, mama," he whispered, his deep voice carrying a quiet authority that made your core pulse tightly around the toy. "i want you to keep lookin' at me. don't look down, don't look away. keep your eyes right here."
"michael... oh god, it feels so good," you gasped, your fingers digging into the cotton of his shirt, your hips rising up off the mattress to meet every deliberate thrust.
"i know it does," he murmured, his thumb moving to gently stroke your cheekbone, wiping away a stray bead of sweat. "i hear the way you're breathin' for me. i feel how tight and wet you're wrapped around this... but you're not gonna rush it. not yet."
you whimpered, feeling the intense coil tightening dangerously fast in your stomach. "baby, please... i'm so closeâ"
"shhh, hold on for me," michael hushed softly. you were right on the very edge, your whole core coiling tight, ready to snapâwhen suddenly, michael pulled the toy clean out of you.
a loud, desperate gasp tore from your chest at the sudden emptiness. "michael! wait, noâ baby, please!"
"shhh," michael hushed softly, his voice dark and smooth as velvet. he placed the smooth handle of the dildo right into your trembling palm, closing your long fingers tightly around it. "i wanna see you do it."
you looked up at him through heavy, blurred eyes, panting hard.
"what baby?â you questioned, clearly taken aback, as the pleasure lingered in your lower stomach.
"you heard me, mama," he whispered, shifting his body until he was hovering directly over you, his knees slotted firmly between your thighs, pressing his full weight down against you. "you do it for me every night when i'm not here, right? so show me. put it back in."
your hand was shaking so bad you could barely guide it, but with his heavy dark gaze locked onto yours, you slowly lined the tip back up and slid the smooth length back inside yourself. a long, shuddering moan escaped your lips.
"gosh, look at you," michael rasped, his breath hot against your neck as he leaned down, taking your mouth in a deep, heavy kiss.
while your hand worked the toy inside yourself, michael completely took over the rest of your body. he shifted his hips, pressing his weight down right between your thighs, grinding down against your core so you could feel the massive, firm shape of him straining through his trousers. it felt so realâso heavy and solidâit was almost like he was actually inside you.
"mmph... michael," you sobbed into his mouth, your wrist trying to find a fast rhythm, but he reached down, his long fingers wrapping tightly over your hand on the toy, slowing your pace down to an agonizing, deep glide.
"not yet," he commanded against your lips, trailing his mouth down to your jaw, sucking a dark, wet mark into the soft skin of your throat. "go deep, mama. just like that... slide it all the way in."
his free hand roamed up your body, squeezing your breasts gently before his lips tracked down to take your nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking wet friction into your skin while your hand kept moving under his steady guidance.
between the wet heat of his mouth on your chest, his heavy hips grinding against your thighs, and the silicone sliding deep inside you, your mind went completely blank.
you felt a sudden, intense wave of heat build deep in your coreâso sharp and overwhelming that your whole body twitched, a sudden, wet gush spilling out around the toy and coating his long fingers.
you gasped out loud, thoroughly embarrassed. "oh god, michaelâ i'm sorry, iâ"
"don't you dare apologize," michael growled softly into your skin, his eyes blowing out wide and dark as he felt the hot wetness soaking his hand.
it sent a visible shock straight through him, his chest heaving as he stared down at how completely undone you were for him. "that's so pretty... you're doing so damn good for me, mama."
he pressed his hips down harder, grinding against you with a slow, relentless tilt that made your head throw back against the headboard.
"now move your wrist faster," he instructed softly into your ear, his breath scorching hot. "don't stop. picture me right here, holding your wrists, taking everything you got."
"i can'tâ michael, i'm gonnaâ" you choke out, as you desperately trembled at every wave of pleasure surging throughout your body.
"i know you are," he whispered, his voice dripping with quiet authority as he captured your lips in one final, deep kiss, his hand speeding your wrist up until the movement was a frantic, blurring friction. "let go for me, mama. do it right now. let go. don't hold nothin' back. let me see how good it feels when you're thinkin' about me."
that last, deliberate push pushed you completely over the edge.
a high, helpless cry tore from your throat as your entire core clamped down tight around the toy. wave after wave of intense, shuddering pleasure crashed through your body, making your back arch off the bed and your legs tremble uncontrollably against his sides.
"yes, mama... just like that," michael whispered softly, his own breath hitching as he watched your face undo completely. he slowed his hand to a long, gentle glide, encouraging your wrist to continue plunging the toy deep inside you to ride out every last pulse of your release. "i got you. i got you, baby..."
you sobbed out his name, completely overwhelmed, hiding your flushed face in the crook of his neck as the sweet, lingering waves finally started to settle.
the intense, heavy mood in the room snapped the second your breathing finally slowed down.
michael carefully pulled the toy free, setting it aside on the nightstand with the absolute extreme caution of someone handling live dynamite. he immediately pulled you into his arms, tugging the heavy blanket all the way up to your shoulders.
for a long moment, you both just lay there in the quiet. your head was resting against his chest, listening to his heart beating a mile a minute.
then, a quiet, muffled giggle escaped his throat.
you raised your head slightly, looking up at him. michael was staring straight up at the ceiling, his cheeks flushed bright red, a massive, goofy grin spread across his face.
"what?" you murmured, a tiny smile tugging at your own lips.
"nothin'," michael said quickly, his voice cracking just a little bit before he let out a full, breathy laugh. he covered his face with one long hand, shaking his head against the pillow. "gosh... i can't believe i just did that."
"you were pretty smooth, mr. jackson," you
teased gently, poking his ribs through his white shirt. "where did all of that suddenly come from?"
michael wheezed, curling up slightly away from your poking finger. "stop! don't tease me, mama, i was tryin' real hard to be serious for you!"
"oh, you were serious," you chuckled, leaning up on one elbow to look down at his flustered face. "you were ordering me around! 'look at me, mama, keep your eyes on me.'"
"hey!" michael gasped, his big doe eyes widening as he pulled his hands away from his face to swat playfully at your arm. "i was being attentive! you said you wanted me to talk to you!"
"you sounded like a whole boss," you giggled, resting your chin on his chest. "i didn't know you had that in you."
"well... i gotta make sure i'm doin' a good job," he mumbled, a proud little smirk replacing his bashful look. he reached up, gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind your ear, his thumb brushing your cheek. "did i? do a good job?"
"you did amazing, baby," you soft-smiled, leaning down to press a sweet kiss to the tip of his nose. "ten out of ten."
"good," michael hummed, looking thoroughly pleased with himself as he wrapped his arms tightly around your waist, pulling you back down against his chest. "cause i am not losing to a piece of silicone in that drawer ever again."
you wiggled a bit, getting ready to sit up and tug him by the hand. "alright, mister. come on, letâs go back to the bathroom and finish those face masks before they dry into cement on our faces."
you made a move to toss the blanket off, but michaelâs hand darted out, his long fingers wrapping around your wrist with a sudden, surprisingly firm tug that pulled you right back down onto the mattress.
"woah, hold on," he said quickly, his voice pitching up an octave.
"what?" you laughed, turning back to face him. "what's the hold up?"
thatâs when you noticed his cheeks were burning a bright, dusty crimson, all the way to the tips of his ears. he was holding his lower half completely stiff, looking like a deer caught in the headlights.
your gaze naturally dropped down past his hands, and your eyes went wide. straining hard against the front of his trousers was a massive, unmistakable bulgeâone that was noticeably thicker and longer than the toy sitting on the nightstand.
michael gasped softly when he caught you looking. in a sudden flash of panic, he snatched the big floral throw pillow off the bed and slammed it right over his lap, hugging it against himself like a shield.
"don'tâdon't look down there!" he squeaked out, hiding his face behind the edge of the pillow.
you couldn't help it; a loud, breathless laugh burst right out of you. "michael!"
"i'm fine!" he mumbled quickly from behind the cushion, his voice muffled and thoroughly mortified. "i'm totally fine, mama, really! it's... it just does that sometimes! it's a natural reaction!"
"baby, that pillow isn't hiding anything," you giggled, leaning over and trying to tug the corner of the cushion. "you look like you're carrying a whole extra package in your pants!"
"stop it!" michael groaned, wheezing with laughter while desperately holding onto the pillow for dear life. "leave me alone! i was tryin' to be a gentleman and now you're making fun of me!"
"i'm not making fun of you!" you laughed, resting your chin on his chest, looking up at his dark, timid eyes peeking over the top of the floral cushion. "i'm actually pretty impressed."
michael flushed an even deeper shade of red, a shy, proud little grin tugging at the corners of his lips despite his utter embarrassment. "yeah? well... don't get used to it. i'm staying right here under this blanket until next week."
"fair enough," you smiled, feeling a huge wave of warmth and affection wash over your chest.
you stopped teasing him, leaning up to press a soft, sweet kiss right onto his warm cheek. instead of pulling him up to the bathroom, you just slid back down beside him under the heavy duvet, wrapping your arms securely around his waist and resting your head over his heart.
"we can do the masks tomorrow," you whispered softly into his shirt.
michael let out a long, relieved breath, letting the pillow drop as his arms wrapped tightly around you, pulling you in close.
"good," he mumbled, resting his chin on top of your head with a sweet, sleepy chuckle. "cause i wasn't plannin' on standing up anytime soon anyway."
