𑣲. i love michael jackson
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summary: your boyfriend being away on business the last month has your mind spinning in all different ways… seeing a headline accusing him of cheating definitely didn’t help! the loneliness mixed in with your big feelings turned out to be a not-so warm welcome home for michael. despite your tantrum and silent treatment- he’d still like you to accompany him at the WMAs (2006). and, of course, you do.
warnings: angst?, belt riding, paparazzi is a bitch, cheating accusations, jealous!reader, chris brown shade LOL, watersports, bladder control, belt riding, dominant!mike, otk as punishment, brat taming, fingering, humiliation/ embarrassment, mocking
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wednesday.
it was a late wednesday evening, the scent of leather car seats surrounding you whilst watching the london cityscape pass you by. tonight was supposed to be fun and exciting- attending the world music awards with your boyfriend. it was anything but. your hands rested upon your beautiful golden gown, shimmering in the dim lighting... a black feathered shawl providing you with the warmth that michael typically gave you. to your right would be your boyfriend- however, you two hadn't spoken for the past week. the days without him grew longer, an aching absence in your heart... though this could be soothed easily, if only you called, michael would answer instantly- this silence was your fault after all.
sunday.
you stared at the front door from your living room sofa. tonight, after a very long month away on business, michael was finally coming home. you should be excited, instead, you stare down the ridiculous headline that that kept you awake for that past two weeks.
MICHAEL JACKSON IS ACTUALLY BAD?
the king of pop spotted thrilling another girl in LA!
your legs were crossed and your newspaper was open. it was about five days ago since you read it initially, an extremely detailed account of your husband at dinner with another woman.
you rolled your eyes as you kept rereading it. at this point, you could recite the entire passage from memory- write a series about it, hell, write a thousand page biography on this scenario alone. you could see it perfectly, and the wonderful picture attached to the article only boosted your imagination. michael, with his stupid soft voice, opening the car door for her... holding her hand, guiding her to a lovely five star restaurant (a dance you two had done many times before!)
your billionth recollection of this event was interrupted by the jangling of keys. michael had planned on staying the night at your apartment before flying out to london- for the world music awards. you intended on accompanying him, though it was seeming like you’d have a change of plans. gently, you shut the paper, placing it face down on the coffee table.
"my angel," michael opens the door, his face softening when he sees you, "youre awake," he noted, smiling.
fixing your face to a more welcoming expression, "you're home," rising to greet him.
still in the doorway, "i'm sorry i haven't been able to call, my service was down and-"
"shh," you kissed him on his cheek, he blushed- like a little boy, as always. for a moment he had you fooled, your heart nearly melting. in any other circumstance, you would find him absolutely adorable.
after he removed his shoes he turned to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and placing a gentle kiss on your lips.
“i missed you,” he mumbled, face still near yours.
you pulled away with a soft laugh, “cmere, handsome,” leading him to the living room by his finger.
michael bit his lip, taking you in… blissfully unaware of he what he was about to be welcomed-home with.
“here,” you patted one end of the couch.
michael complied as you sat opposite of him.
“so,” you smiled, “tell me about your trip, handsome,” tilting your head.
“well, every day looked the same. wake up, photoshoot or interview- a break (which was never really a break), more and more talking and meetings, go home, can’t sleep… think about you,” he smiled at this thought, “dream about you, wake up, and do it all again.”
you listened to him patiently, loving expression never faltering. your posture, however, was sharp. you were unable to focus on the lies that casually fell out of his mouth, only imagining him with another woman. michael lied so well you think he was telling the truth.
he examined you, “what’s wrong?”
raising your eyebrows, deepening your gaze, “is there anything else you did?”
he paused, scavenging his mind for any specifics, “i had a few meetings about a possible upcoming album?”
you shruged, “okay then.”
michael scrunched his face, “there’s something you’re not telling me… what happened? did i not return a call- i believe i returned all your calls, i only missed two but that-“
you laughed, “michael,” each consonant leaving your tongue like silk.
he crossed a leg over the other, attentive, “yes,” round eyes focusing on you.
your response was simply turning over the newspaper on the coffee table. michael scanned it, squinting at the headline, “what’s this?”
sitting still, “you tell me,” your voice remaining poise.
“you believe this,” genuine confusion in his tone, “that doesn’t even look at me?” he was still calm, and now taking a second look at it… the mans build was a little larger than michaels. but, perhaps it was the lighting. you ignored this. michael was never one to get mad, and he understood that when you hear something so much it is difficult to ignore- regarding lies from the press and such. you knew made-up scandals and jealousy came with dating the most famous man in the world- but something about this, possibly mixed with his extended time away, time rubbed you the wrong way.
“well?”
michael scoffed, “my love,” rubbing his hand on his leg. it was rare you were mad at him, it was rare you believed a random headline, it was rare to hear you so stern.
“fine then,” you rose, crossing past him to start to your bedroom.
your boyfriend followed, “come on,” his pace picking up to meet yours.
you ignored him, strutting down your marble floors. somehow, the house was even more quiet than before.
he started, “that isn’t me, my love.”
you rolled your eyes, “pft,” walking into the room.
“what day did that article come out?”
going into his portion of your closet, for when he would come sleep over at your apartment, dropping his clothes to the floor- ripping them off the hangers.
“my love,” just wanting you to look at him, “you can’t just fucking ignore me after pulling this on me!”
you froze, tightening your grip on one of his expensive button downs, “excuse me?”
he paused, staring into your eyes, “you have to talk to me-“
“it says the photos were taken three weeks ago,” resuming discarding his clothes.
he pushed his hair out of his face, trying to recall… “what day?”
“tuesday,” now unclipping a pair of pants.
“tuesday night?”
“yup.”
he laughed, shaking his head.
you kicked the growing pile of clothes around to provide yourself room to turn around and find out what the hell was so funny.
“what, michael,” crossing your arms and raising your brows.
“tuesday?”
“yes?”
“we stood up on the phone that night, don’t you remember?”
looking to the floor as if it were a calendar, searching through your memory, “that was last tuesday, mike.”
“no, i can go show you-,” he went to grab his cell, disappearing back into the living room.
you knelt to the floor, pushing the pile of clothes forward. expensive fabric didn’t belong on the floor, but the expensive fabric of a cheater? the man who left you alone for a month?
“see,” reentering the room, and showing you his call log.
you looked up
my love … outgoing - three hours
your harsh expression wavering- “the date on the newspaper was probably wrong!”
he put his hand to his hip, “you’re kidding me, right?”
pushing the clothes to his feet, “i don’t know why you’re lying about this,” glaring at him.
“why are you being so difficult?”
you stared up at his tall body, you were on all fours at this point- glaring at him, “why did you go on a date with a girl while you were away?”
michael knelt down with one knee, meeting your eyes, “you know you’re picking a fight for no reason,” squinting at you.
pursing your lips together, you shoved the clothes once more and rose from your position. you didn’t want to back down, and for some reason you were angry. you knew he wasn’t cheating- yet you couldn’t help the indescribable rage inside you.
michael brought himself up, “i’m not taking these clothes.”
“fine!”
“alright,” michael was still calm.
tears watered in your eyes once he turned around. he paused at the doorframe.
“i really love you,” he sighed, “…i would still like you to attend with me, on wednesday. but, i’ll give you your space. i see you need it.”
you stood still, listening to the keys jangle once again. the sound of the door shutting breaking your heart even more. why did you do that to him? react that way?
“shit, man,” you whispered to yourself, staring at the pile of clothes on the floor.
wednesday.
you sighed as the car came to a stop, taking in the large extravagant building before you. your shimmery dress glistened like the sun beneath the paparazzi lights. the venue
read
world music awards - 2006
your chauffeur opened the door for you, guiding you out the car.
“thank you,” you smiled.
at this point, you knew how to block out the nonsense spewed by the press- but with your mental… it was increasingly difficult.
“the king-of-pops girlfriend enters WMAs- without michael?”
“ma’am, where is michael?”
“are you and michael still together?”
“was mr. jackson truly cheating?”
“is this a publicity-“
the voices drowned out once the doors shut. you clasped your neckline, taking a deep breath before entering further- preparing yourself for the long evening.
“are you with michael jackson,” an event attendant asked, pulling you aside.
you turned to her, “yes, i am.”
“great, follow me.”
★
you entered the backstage area, full of various stars. michael, of course, had his own room. it was glamorous, a red-velvet couch to the left and beautiful paintings above it. across were two chairs, in which michaels make-up artists bags sat. ahead was a wide mirror, lit up with warm bulbs. the room had everything but michael. you didn’t know to feel uncomfortable, or relaxed.
“he’ll be here shortly,” the attendant said- as if she read your mind-and shut the door behind you.
you sat down on the sofa, all the outdoor noise still sounding so loud in here. you looked above the door, noticing the live broadcast of the theatre. you watched as different technicians walked across the stage- desperate to get everything prepared for the show tonight.
the doorknob turned, causing your body to stiffen.
“you came,” your boyfriend sighed out, his face relaxing. michael looked stunning, and his outfit complimented yours. the glistening blazer shining in the warm lighting, and the golden belt nicely reflecting your dress. michael was taking in your ensemble, picked out by him of course. the shawl resting on your skin, the gold outlining your body. god. michael was in awe of you, he’d missed you so much- no matter your attitude.
you felt an array of emotions stirring in your body- unsure which to respond to.
“i did,” your voice neutral, but nonsensical anger rushing back into you as you saw his face again.
his eyes wandering over your attire, “you look beautiful.”
“thank you.”
he poured you a tall glass of water with the pitcher on the counter, “here you go, i’m sure it’s been a long trip.”
“it has,” responses cold and sharp.
he sat opposite of you on the small sofa, reminiscent of your last encounter, “how was your flight?”
you sipped your drink, “it was alright… how’s your day been-“
“michael,” someone in all black entered the room, “we need you backstage now.”
“i don’t go on for about another hour,” he questioned.
“i know. backstage, now.”
michael sighed, “i’ll see you, okay?”
you nodded, slightly grateful you were being saved from awkward small talk. as he left, you reflected on why you kept being so mean. michael didn’t do anything wrong to you, because you know he didn’t cheat. you were just… angry. and every time you saw him it ignited something in you- something that wasn’t present before he went to LA.
the hour passed by shortly, entertained by various performers throughout the night. you were enjoying yourself- though, once you heard the opening to thriller, you couldn’t help but roll your eyes. you rose to pour yourself another drink of water.
“bullshit ass cover,” you mumbled to yourself.
hearing them announce his name was another ordeal, because you knew damn well he deserved every bit of recognition he got- there was just something about everyone else getting his attention that stirred up this jealousy within you. you couldn’t take your eyes off the screen throughout his speech and performance, holding onto your fur shawl for comfort.
★
“my love,” michael smiled as he entered the room.
you were too tired to keep up your bitchy act, rising once he closed the door, “hi, mike.”
the acknowledgment almost made him giddy, well it did- he just struggled with hiding it.
michael tidied up the vanity area. he took in the silence after the loud show, there was still some time left… he soon started again, “would you like to come home with me?”
meeting his gaze in the mirror, you nodded. michael knew you couldn’t keep up your attitude for much longer. he slowly turned around, locking eyes with yours. the height difference was impossible to ignore, and the way you stared at him through your lashes did something to him. you were so gorgeous, so innocent.
“mike…”
he placed a hand to your cheek.
“i’m sorry,” you admitted.
he bent to kiss your lips, and you moaned into him. you placed your hands on his black blazer for support, desperate to deepen each touch.
“i know,” he mumbled, traveling down to your neck.
michaels hands roamed your body, exploring each crystal of your dress. he felt a sense of relief now that you confirmed your apology…
“i need you,” your voice low, almost embarrassed at your desperation.
he kissed your collarbone, “yeah?”
“mhm…”
michael walked you over to the sofa, turning you to allow him to sit. his head tilted upward to yours, hands practically glued to every inch of your body.
you pulled back, pouting, “more,” whispering atop of his lips.
“more?”
you nodded.
“you think you deserve more?”
shit.
you bit your lip, “yes?”
michael raised his eyebrows, holding your waist, “you think you deserve more? after the bullshit i dealt with all week,” his tonal shift caught you off guard.
“no,” staring at his black slacks, the gold on his belt seeming particularly interesting…
“lookit me,” he commanded- you complied, and michael cupped your jaw with his large hand, “i’ll make you feel good, okay?”
“mhm,” brightness reentering your face.
“after,” he pulled you in, “i teach you a lesson.”
“wh-“
before you could finish your thought, he pulled you down over his right knee- a slight yelp escaping you.
“mike,” looking back at him with wide-worried eyes, “what’re you doing?”
he nudged your head down, then lifted up your golden dress. your ass peeked out, lacey panties covering everything he wanted to see. your boyfriend slowly dragged the fabric down your legs, the tease was excruciating. in the same motion- you became unsure as to this feeling inside of you. mixtures of pleasure and a tinge in your lower stomach… it was confusing, but it felt good?
“this is for your attitude,” a sharp slap coming to your ass- you jumped up, covering your mouth with your hand.
“no, let me hear you,” he encouraged, “‘wanna hear your apology.”
“mike, i’m s-“
slap!
“that is for being a smartass all night,” he hits you again, “walking in with the outfit i picked out for you,” and laying another slap to your ass, “and still being so cruel to me. y’think i deserve that, huh?”
you stood silent.
“do you think i deserve that?”
your voice was small, “no… sir.”
“mm mm, i don’t,” he rubbed your thighs, providing a false sense of comfort.
“i’m sorry,” he slapped you, again, “mike-!”
“i don’t want to hear you say i’m sorry. i need to see it.”
you hiccuped, “how do i show you i’m sorry?”
“by being a good girl and holding it all in f’me. can you do that,” his tone was mocking, falsely comforting… but you’d take what you could get.
“i can try…”
he rubbed your red skin, breath hitching, unsure what he’d do next. michael slid his hand down past your ass, inserting a slender finger into you.
“mike,” you choked out.
“you’re so wet… missed me, huh?”
“so so much, aghh-,” you twitched as he added another finger inside you.
“tell me how much you missed me.”
michael curled his fingers, hitting the spots you never could. you squirmed beneath him, unsure if you were aching for more- or the relief of the growing desperation inside your bladder.
“mike,” you cried, needing some sort of relief.
he removed his hand, swiping your wet cunt, “yes?”
“i need to go,” throbbing from pleasure and pain- trying to save yourself from humiliation.
michael spread your fluids across your skin, drying off his fingers, “do you?”
you cried, twitching upwards- trying to soothe the pressure on your bladder, “i do, mike!”
“alright then.”
michael tapped your ass, “get up.”
you caught your breath, and pushed yourself up with your weak hands. he stabilized you, noticing your week knees- almost incapable of holding your needy body up.
“you okay,” he looked up at you- slight concern and enjoyment mixed in his eyes.
“i need to go,” you whined, holding your lower stomach.
he sighed and pressed a hard hand on top of yours.
“fuck- michael!”
“you’ll be alright.”
you pouted, shaking your head.
“get on top of me, pretty girl.”
the words rolling off his tongue made you forgive the cruelty he forced upon you. you obeyed, stepping out of your panties and then straddling his hips. the cold of his belt made you shiver.
“sit still, please.”
you attempted to ease down on him, holding onto his shoulders. the sensation made you momentarily forget the pain in your bladder. you twitched, nervous at how your body would react if you did anything further.
michael gently held your hips, aching between his legs, “move,” he instructed.
you dropped your head to his neck, sniffling.
“i said move.”
“mike, i don’t know how much longer i can hold it,” embarrassment present in your voice.
he moved a hand to your clothed back, rubbing the delicate crystals, “you earned this, my love. now, move.”
you wrapped your arms around him, as if it’d help you keep it all in. slowly, you moved on the his golden belt, soft whimpers escaping your needy lips.
“god,” you sighed out, “feels good…”
“close, but that’s not my name, baby.”
he kissed your neck, soppily nibbling on your tender skin.
“michael-“ your clit brushed against the pattern around his waist, “sso good-“
his hands slid to your hips, and after a small pat on your ass, he guided your motions faster. you whined, overstimulated by your need to let go, any sort of relief at this point.
“mike, mike please!”
“‘s okay baby, jus keep goin’,” he encouraged with a loving tone.
you shook your head, “no mike- please, please-“
“please what baby,” speeding up the pace you moved along him.
“let me go, i need to go, mike,” though with the tight grasp of your thighs around his waist- he should be the one asking to be let go.
he pulled you back, taking in your watery eyes and fucked up mascara. it was beautiful, more beautiful than anything he’d ever seen or heard before. your face twitching and breasts bouncing with each moment, all he wished was to keep this image in his mind forever.
“you wanna go, baby?”
frantically, you nodded.
“so, go.”
his grip tightened- contradicting his words. your mouth fell opened, confused. you searched his face for an answer.
“hm,” he tilted his head.
“go… here?”
“isn’t it an emergency?”
you ran your hand down him, “i can’t go here, mike…”
you laughed, but he didn’t find anything quite funny. he was being ridiculous, right?
“michael,” you stared into his eyes, “i can’t..”
he cupped your face, rubbing your cheek with his thumb, “why not, baby?”
raising one hand to rest upon his, “michael.”
he kissed your lips, in the same motion he moved a hand to your stomach, applying pressure to your bladder.
“michaael!” you winced, trying to push yourself off of him with a weak hand.
“i said, go.”
you shook your head, whimpering, you knew that he wouldn’t let you move. unfortunately, the pressure became unbearable.
“ahh- mike, mike,” your voice was small as a small stream left your body.
he smiled, “that’s it baby, just let go,” his voice low on your skin.
you gasped as relief washed over you, a dark puddle slowly forming on his waist. you squirmed, embarrassed, covering your face in pure humiliation.
michael grabbed your wrists and pulled them down, “lookit me, please, baby.”
you stared deep into your boyfriend’s lustful eyes. he was amused, an enticing darkness in his eyes. michael loved getting you all worked up, and this level of humiliation was beyond what he was used to. your lower body twitched as fluid spewed out of you, gasping with relief.
once you finished, you sighed onto him- digging your face into his neck as tears filled your eyes.
“‘s okay baby,” he rubbed a hand up and down your back, “‘s okay.”
you shook your head, “‘m sorry…”
“i know you are.”
“i jus get so jealous n lonely when your not around,” you hiccuped.
he laughed softly, finding your words slightly endearing, “you know i only love you.”
pulling back to meet his gaze, “a month is a very long time.”
raising an eyebrow, “so you fall for some silly, corny headline?”
you pouted, it was really corny, “yeah…” you admitted, embarrassed.
michael thought for a moment, “how about you come with me next time?”
“really, mike,” your face lit up, keeping your voice calm as much as possible.
“really baby,” he smiled, “but let’s get clean up first, hm? n then i can take you home and give you a… different type of relief,” placing a seductive kiss to your lips.
your mouth parted, imagining all the things he’d do to you…
synopsis: It's 2008 & Michael decides to take you to his friend's birthday party. After the both of you get served drink after drink, Michael decides it's the best time to socialize when you're in desperate need to use the restroom. Little did you know, he liked seeing the struggle, and you discover something about yourself as well.
warnings: established relationship, bladder control, dom!mike, age gap (30 & 49), no p in v, oral (m receiving), exhibitionism (if you squint), drunk sexual content, brat taming, light dacryphilia, pure filth, shoe humping for like one second, implied aftercare, dni if this isn't your thing
wc: 3.1k
Michael was invited to an event for his friend, and of course he couldn’t be more excited to show off his beautiful doll. You were dressed head to toe with everything he had bought for you, down to your panties.
“Mikey, do you love it?” You smiled, posing in front of him as he sat on the bed in front of you.
Michael looked at you starstruck, that’s always how he looked at you. “I more than love it.”
You giggled softly, cutting yourself off as you leaned down to kiss him, humming into his mouth. “Thank you for this baby.”
He grabbed ahold of your waist with a hand, making sure you kept standing between his legs. “No, thank you for coming with me. Y’know I wouldn’t be able to do this without you.”
“Aww come on- you don’t have to say that…”
“No, it’s true.” Michael moved his hand from your waist, instead grabbing your hands. He looked up into your eyes, “I would lose my mind without you at these events. Now, don’t be modest and repeat what I said.”
You felt his thumbs press circles into the top of your hands. An embarrassed smile reached your face, “You wouldn’t be able to go to these events without me.”
“That’s right my dear. Thank you.”
“Of course Mikey.” You finally gave in.
He pulled his hands away, “Now, we should probably get going, huh?”
You nodded with a smile.
⊹ ࣪ ˖꒰ঌ໒꒱.⋆˚࿔
You and Michael had arrived through a back private entrance, enjoying the party from a back room with about two dozen other people. Michael would be mobbed if he stayed in the main room with the rest of his friend’s mutuals.
At first, you guys were sitting on a couch, you were sitting next to him and multiple people you didn’t recognize were around the couch as well.
“Would you two like some drinks?” The host of the party asked.
You looked over at Michael for what felt like permission, even though he lets you do anything, it’s a habit you couldn’t quit.
He laughed quietly in disbelief at you, “Yea, we’ll take two drinks. Thank you, Christian. Don’t bother yourself with us, go enjoy yourself, ‘kay?”
“Don’t you worry man.” He signaled a waiter to walk over, “Make sure they’re taken care of for the rest of the night, alright?”
You smiled gently at the waiter, leaning down to let the both of you grab drinks off his tray. “Thank you.” You spoke.
You and Michael enjoyed your time, joking with everybody that came by and spoke to you guys. After a while the two of you had gotten up and started dancing within the crowd of the private section.
The two of you grooved together, if that’s what you’d like to call it. It was more like you attempting to keep up with him in heels that were killing you.
More drinks had come by, and by the third you’ve gotten while dancing, Michael leaned into your ear, “How many have you had?” He asked lowly.
You mumbled numbers counting under your breath, “Around… ffffive?” You giggled softly.
He hummed, bringing you closer, “You planning on slowing down?” He questioned giving you a curious look.
“Mmmm… Well I’m not driving. And neither are you so…” You pecked his lips.
“Okay, baby, you go on ahead and keep drinking. I’m done for tonight.”
“Why, Mikey?”
As a waiter walked by you grabbed another glass.
“You’ll see why in a few minutes when it catches up to you.”
“What are you talking-”
“I’ll be back in a second, ‘kay sweets? ‘M doing a favor for Christian.”
You kissed his cheek and pulled away. “Okay…” You huffed, “Don’t take too long.”
As he walked away you finished your drink, dancing gently with the song, careful not to do too much without him on your side.
When another waiter walked by you, you set down the empty glass and that’s when a big projector caught your attention.
You walked backwards, away from the crowd as you watched your man on screen.
Michael was currently wishing his friend a happy birthday on stage, girls screaming his name. You clenched your thighs together at the fact that he was yours and only yours, at how handsome he looked in the dark blue shirt you picked out for him.
You listened to the man you were dating give a speech about his friend, and soon you felt yourself not just clenching from the fact he was turning you on just by the way he spoke in front of people who admired him but also because you felt a familiar feeling in your bladder.
You tried your best to ignore the tingling feeling building up quickly, crossing your legs while standing. You rocked back and forth softly, hoping nobody could tell how badly you had to go.
As Michael’s speech came to an end, you waited patiently for him to come back stage, and after a while he did. A smile reached your face as you watched him say thank you to the surrounding bodyguards.
As he walked up to you, you opened your arms. Michael gladly accepted your hug. “You looked so good up there, Mikey..” You mumbled, your words beginning to slur. You quickly felt the alcohol you had drank earlier catch up to you.
“Thank you dear, missed me?”
You looked up at him, your arms wrapped around his neck. You nodded softly, “Mikey, I need to go..” His head tilted, a fake confusion appeared on his face, “D’ya know where’s the restroom..?”
Michael’s hands slid down to your waist, backing you up to the closest wall. His hand slid down your dress, you bit your lip, looking down to follow his hand.
His hand pressed softly against your bladder, causing a quiet whimper to escape. “Mike, stop..” You slurred, sounding defeated. You squeezed your thighs together.
“Ya feel that?”
You nodded quickly, “God… yes…” you breathed out, inhaling shakily as he pressed harder.
Michael’s hand moved lower, slipping under your dress and feeling your heat through your underwear. Your hands gripped his shoulders tight.
Embarrassingly, your hips bucked into his hand almost immediately.
He hummed in amusement. You could feel your heart pounding out of your chest, there was music and chatter all around you, people who could easily look over and see the Michael Jackson with his hand under your dress. Yet, it turned you on more and more.
“Michael-” his lips planted onto yours. One of your hands slid onto the back of his head, pulling him impossibly closer. It was messy, teeth clashing, tongues clashing, and the alcohol in you wasn’t making it any easier.
His free hand slid to your bladder, pressing down gently. You moaned into his mouth, the pressure of his hand and the soft circles he was making against your clit became too much and fast.
You pushed him away, gasping for air. You shoved his arms away, “Michael, not here.” You were panting, fixing your dress.
Michael had a smirk on his face, you looked at him flushed and embarrassed. Soon that turned into annoyance. “What were you thinking? Just fucking…” You felt yourself throb, you crossed your legs. “Show me the restroom, please.”
“Oh, that’s how you want to talk to me? Like you weren’t into that just now?”
“No- I’m sorry, I sounded like an asshole, I didn’t mean it.” You tried your best to reassure him.
He looked at you, crossing his arms. “What’d I tell you about swearing?”
“Mike-”
“You can wait.”
“Please.” You sighed, grabbing his arm. He attempted to walk away, but he couldn’t find it in himself to do so.
Michael turned to you, “Someone’s gotta teach you a lesson.”
You bit your tongue, thankfully some people finally spotted Michael and began to have a conversation. You followed after him as he led the conversation elsewhere.
You could barely concentrate on what they were saying. All you could focus on was the throbbing from your bladder.
You were about to cross your legs again before Michael looked at you. He raised his eyebrows, ever so slightly shaking his head. You caught it though, of course you did. Almost instantly you stood straight, adjusting your fake smile.
You saw the corner of his lips turn into a smile, and like clock work he resumed talking to whoever these people were. A picture perfect man controlling when you were allowed to use the restroom, and yet, you weren’t furious, you weren’t throwing a fit, you were exactly where you wanted to be. No one could take that away from you.
A waiter happened to be passing by when you saw Michael take another drink, thankfully not two.
Your mental celebration was short-lived however, as he only drank around half of it before handing you the glass. You smiled softly, “Ah- No, Thank you.” You looked at him desperately.
Michael’s stare worried you enough, you grabbed the glass and stood with it in your hand. There was no way you were drinking that.
Some time passed when eventually, your ears practically perked up at Michael saying, “Well, it’s been a long night. We should really get going, shouldn’t we hun?”
A plastered smile reached you, “Yes. It was great getting to know you all.”
You squeezed the glass, trying your best not to think about any liquids at all.
You felt Michael’s hand behind your back, guiding you almost out the building. “Finish the drink.” Your head snapped towards him.
“I can’t..” You stuttered.
“Don’t want to be wasteful, do you now?”
You nodded, drinking the glass and setting it down on whatever nearby surface the two of you have passed.
“Good girl.” You faintly heard him say.
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By the time you made it to the backseat of a private van, you were squeezing your legs together like your life depended on it. You focused on your breathing more than anything.
Michael’s hand slid onto your thigh, “How does it feel?”
You looked at him, “Horrible. Michael, you could’ve shown me where the restroom was.”
He chuckled, “Maybe you shouldn’t have spoken to me that way, dear.”
You felt a sharp pain in your bladder, at this point you don’t know how long you’ve been holding it for. You gasped and reached your hand in between your legs, holding on for dear life. You shuddered at the motion of his hands rubbing circles into your thigh.
“Wanna let go so bad, don’t you?”
“No- No I don’t! I really…” You breathed out, tilting your head backwards, “Don’t.”
Michael hummed, a smile on his face.
“Been holdin’ this in for me, such a good girl, aren’t ya? All this just for me...”
You nodded quickly. “Just for you.”
“Repeat it.” The nice tone he had earlier today was completely gone.
“I’m good- I’m a good girl, please Mike, I need to get out of here.”
Michael grabbed your jaw, turning you towards him, he pressed a kiss against your lips. “Little more baby.”
He grabbed your hand that was pressing between your legs, sliding it out. Michael replaced it with his own. You pressed into it, grabbing onto his arm.
It felt like an eternity when the both of you sat there, until finally you arrived. You got out of the car, stumbling around in your heels and into the hotel elevator, Michael following closely behind.
You were wiggling around and internally you hated Michael for ever putting you in this position.
When you heard the satisfying ding, it was almost better than going to the restroom yourself. You stumbled out quickly, Michael opening the door with the given keycard.
“Mike, hurry.”
The door opened, but he stepped in front of it.
“Michael. Jackson. Let me in that room, right. Now. Please, baby please.” There were almost tears in your eyes as you begged.
A laugh escaped him, “You’re gonna do something for me before you go.”
“Michael- god, please, I’m sorry.” You didn’t even know what you were apologizing for anymore, your brain was clouded in the need to go to the restroom.
“You sound so pretty begging.” He grabbed your wrist and opened the door, leading you into the bedroom. Michael sat down on the bed, you were about to follow before he cut you off. “Knees.”
“Michael.” You practically cried out.
“You talking back?”
“No. No, No. Never.” You lowered yourself down to your knees directly in front of him.
Michael was already semi-hard, just waiting for you through his slacks. His legs parted, making space for you to crawl between them.
As you did, you felt yourself leak, slightly pausing between each knee you moved forward. Blush crept onto your face, when you finally kneeled between him, you looked up at him.
Michael’s hand reached down, holding your hair up into a ponytail.
“Do what you do best and I’ll let you relieve yourself.”
You furrowed your eyebrows at him. You let out a whimper as you unzipped his slacks, pulling them down to his knees.
Michael let out a groan as you began to palm him through his boxers. “You’re sick, y’know that?” You mumbled.
“You like it just as much as I do.”
You scoffed, pulling his boxers down without a warning. You planted a kiss along his cock, slightly nudging his balls with your left hand, your right squeezing your own heat out of fear of leaking but also being incredibly turned on.
Michael licked his lips, looking down and watching what you did closely. His hand was closed tight around your hair, the other flat against the bed.
Your left hand moved to his shaft stroking at a slow pace. Your kisses came around to the tip, planting almost loving kisses where pre-cum built up.
Quiet moans escaped the man above you, which only excited you more and more. You felt arousal from what felt like your toes all the way up to your head.
You began licking from tip all the way down to the base of his shaft, planting wet kisses and sucking softly every few seconds. Eventually, you took his warmth into his mouth.
Michael moaned, feeling the heat of your mouth was consuming. You felt another sharp pain in your bladder, whimpering against his cock. You took him deeper, bobbing your head as much as you could.
You humped your hand, partially for how incredibly horny you were but also because you didn’t want to wet yourself there and then.
You loved how vocal Michael was, his groans and panting only egging you on. Michael added another hand to your head, still holding your hair up. “You’re so good…” He moaned out, almost sounding pathetic.
You looked up at him, he was watching the way your mouth went back and forth on his cock, how your drool was dripping down your chin and onto your chest. Michael’s eyebrows furrowed, that’s when you felt his hips buck into your mouth.
The hand that was stroking him stopped, moving onto his thigh so you could balance. Your thighs began to shake, that’s how badly you needed to go.
“Right there, ‘M so close sweets-” Michael could barely get it out, he began thrusting into your mouth and moving your head with it. You were holding back the urge to gag. Your eyes shut quickly, tears escaping almost immediately, until finally you felt warmth spill in the back of your mouth and down your throat.
You didn’t hesitate to swallow, pulling away immediately. Michael was whimpering, coming down from his high. Meanwhile, you were panting, moaning softly from the pressure you felt in your bladder plus the arousal you felt.
You dropped your head onto his thigh, not caring how disgusting you looked and felt in that moment. Your makeup was completely fucked up, and tears were still running.
“Michael, I really need to use the restroom.” You cried, looking up at him.
His hand slid down to your jaw, caressing it softly. “Let go, here. Right now.”
You shook your head, holding back the urge to sob. Michael was trying his best not to get immediately hard again. He loved the way you looked so broken and desperate.
Michael moved his foot, you felt his shiny shoe under your hand. You took it as a sign to move your hand, which you did. Your arms wrapped around his other leg that your head rested on.
Your eyebrows furrowed in concentration, clenching as to not leak on his shoe.
His foot was tapping on your heat, and eventually it dragged up to your bladder, lightly tapping there.
You cried into his thigh, “I don’t want to make a mess.” Your tears were streaming down your face and onto his thigh now.
“I want you to.”
You sobbed, the words sending you over the edge. A steady stream escaped you. “I’m sorry-” you said brokenly, not even attempting to stop the stream.
A satisfied smile was on his face while you hid your face in his thigh. Whimpers were leaving your mouth, it felt so good to finally let go, and it was as close as you’ll get to an orgasm tonight.
You felt warmth drip down your thighs and pooling at your knees. When you finally stopped, you felt disgusting, sobbing into him.
Michael lifted you up, setting you on the bed. You were a mess, completely, wet with all the wrong liquids. He stood up, stepping away from the now pool of warmth on the floor. Michael adjusted his pants and boxers, pulling them up. He undressed you with care, not saying a single word.
It wasn’t sexual, it was more like care. He dragged your panties down and shifted you out of your dress. You were looking at him with tears still streaming down your face.
“ ‘M so sorry, I ruined the panties-” you hiccuped, “the dress..”
He shook his head with a smile, “My messy doll.” He tossed the clothes onto the floor, taking off your heels gently and setting them down. “Let me bathe you.”
You nodded slowly and sniffled. Michael picked you up and set you on the hotel counter, starting a hot bath.
While the bath was filling, he kissed you. You grabbed his jaw and forced him closer, “I love you.” You mumbled into his mouth.
“I love you more.” He smiled into the kiss.
You pulled away, smiling softly, feeling all the dried tears on your face. “You’re disgusting… and I kinda love it..”
“You’re disgusting too. And I love it.” Michael planted another kiss onto your lips.
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