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(18+) 𓈒 ݁ ݂ imagine getting to be with michael backstage after his grammy performance in '88—his hair all frizzy and poofy, his body physically shaking from exhaustion, and his skin glistening with beads of sweat. he was gorgeous even when his body was beat and weak, it was so unfair.
you & him would be sitting all quiet in his dressing room, michael's quick panting being the only sound in the room. you came closer to help him with taking off some of his dripping makeup, smiling up at him while doing so. he'd attempt to take a few deep breaths, only for a few small coughs to conjure up in his throat.
after a few moments, he began expressing his disappointment in the event. not a single grammy for his new album that he put his own blood, sweat and tears into—it hurt his heart. and as his girlfriend, it hurt you even more to see your gorgeous man have to endure such a terrible emotion.
so, in an attempt to cheer him up, you decided to intervene. you interrupted him mid-rant, planting kisses on his cheek as he continued speaking. he smiled and shrugged off the first few kisses, but you grew hungrier and needier. your mouth travelled from his cheek to the corner of his mouth, and finally atop his moist lips, cutting him off from speaking completely.
he ultimately gave in, looking at himself in the standing mirror while you began to kiss his neck. his skin was still damp with sweat, but it made the action even hotter. he bit his lip watching you go to work in the mirror, his hands finding their way to your soft hips. your arms were thrown around his neck, your mouth feeling sweet as ever against his body. you roamed his neck slowly, your mouth being able to feel the small curly strands of hair slicked down to his skin.
he groaned under his breath, his loose ponytail beginning to slowly slip out of its shape, his hair sooo fucking close to being fully down. you made your way back to his lips, your tongue being given the freedom to roam around in his mouth. he returned the favor as well, your tongues intertwining and sort of making love in their own special way so to speak. he pulled away for a moment just to chuckle at himself, immediately pressing your mouths together once more.
he tried to speak during the kiss, but it turned into muffled nonsense. you pulled away, cocking an eyebrow as a small 'hm?' released from your chest.
"what i tried to say was," he giggled, tightening his grip on your hips, pecking your cheek a final time. "i love you."
you playfully stuck your tongue out at him, before starting up the smooches all over again. he clearly had forgotten about those pestering grammys.
had this tiny thought while rewatching the performance for the 100,000th time UGH he looked so gorgeous all exhausted and tired. needed this real bad ><
thank u for all the love on my first fic and all the new followers ! <3 i just made a twitter account with the same user, let’s be mutuals on there too (♡ˊ͈ ꒳ ˋ͈)
summary: you’re upset with michael for being away from you this past week. michael makes it up to you.
contains: established relationship, soft dom michael, reader is upset with michael, dirty talk, kissing, dry humping, oral f!receiving, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, missionary, creampie, michael uses the names 'sweet girl', 'girl', and 'baby'
after a tiresomely long week working on his new album, michael could sense you weren’t content with him. he’d notice when you would pull away from his kisses too soon, when you’d turn your back to him at bedtime, and when you’d roll your eyes at the mention of work.
“we found our track, baby”, he said, making conversation with you, or attempting to, as you fluffed a pillow on your shared bed. he was under the covers and leaning his back against the headboard, watching you complete your nightly routine. you only nodded at his words, with a tight-lipped smile. “it’s thriller. d’ya remember the one i played for you a couple weeks back?”, he asked with his head tilted. he was trying to catch your gaze— like a puppy seeking attention.
you sighed.
although you were upset with him, you never wanted to make his accomplishments feel small. he’d been through so much to get to this point after all, and you weren’t going to be the one to dampen that. so you smiled and replied, “i bet you’re real happy about it, mike”, before shuffling closer to kiss his temple.
michael looked up at you as you pulled away, but you avoided his eyes. you reluctantly pull yourself away, moving to your side of the bed.
michael is still staring at you.
“baby, come here”, he instructed, quieter than his earlier tone. you move closer to him, deciding to sit on your legs as you face him. the position you’re in makes the satin nightdress you’re wearing ride up your thighs, which you don’t notice, but michael does. he brings a hand to the delicate lace edges of your clothing, feeling it between his fingers. you watch his big hand rest on your thigh as he brings the other up to your face.
“missed this pretty face,” he mumbled, tenderly caressing your cheek while scanning your features. he looked at you as if you hung the stars, like it was his first time seeing your face. and it might as well have been— because you hadn’t let him recently. not with how pushed aside you’ve felt this week. not with the late nights, and how the date you were looking forward to was cancelled through a call from his secretary.
you close your eyes, pulling away from michael’s touch, “we should go to bed”, you whisper. you don’t want to see his face, because you know it’d easily compel you. “look at me,” he said, and you blinked your eyes open, looking down at the covers beneath the two of you. he didn’t like that. “no, baby. look at me,” he repeated, using his index finger and thumb under your chin to guide you to look at him, where his gaze reeled you in. you unknowingly held a pout on your lips from michael's gentle touch. you missed him so, so much.
“my girl. i know i’ve been busy this week,” he spoke gently. “i promise, i just need another week. i’ll be here more when the album’s done”, he looked to you hopefully.
instead, you rolled your eyes at him, huffing, “mike, you know that isn’t true. you’ll be busy for the next month with the album coming out, and i’ll have to wait for you then too”. you crossed your arms over your chest. michael’s eyebrows furrowed, and he put a hand on your arm, stroking the skin there.
“i know i’ve been gone recently, quite a bit—“
“quite a bit?” you interrupted. “this is the first time i’ve spoken to you in a week. we were meant to go out last night if you remember, michael".
“i know, i know i wasn’t here”, his face held a look of regret. “but baby, i can make it better if you let me” he said, inching closer to you. you took a deep breath, feeling his hand move up and down your thigh, waiting for your approval. you knew what he was asking.
“let me make it up to you. just say the word, sweet girl. ‘m right here”, and you wish you could say no. you wish that you didn’t want him right now, and that his touch wouldn’t make you feel better. that you could hold out and punish him just a little. but your body betrayed your mind before you could protest, head nodding once, so small that anyone else would miss it, but michael didn’t.
he took your green light and kissed your lips, pecking once. he then kissed your jaw, before moving down and leaving small kisses against your neck, his hand on the back of your head, unmoving to keep you exactly where he wants you. he hadn’t realised how much he needed you until he lay you down and felt your thigh brush against his crotch. he was aching already.
“baby, baby, i’ve missed you. missed my girl so much… missed everything,” he almost whimpered, while kissing down your neck, “thought about this every night. holding you, kissing you, loving you— i can’t be away from my baby any longer”. you bit your lip at his confession, feeling your wetness start to pool in your panties.
“show me, michael. wanna see how much you missed me”, you put a hand on his bicep. he nodded, kissing your stomach once, before pushing your dress up. just as you were about to pull your underwear down for him, he put a hand on yours. “nuh uh. i’m keepin’ ‘em on”, he stated, and you could feel your core tighten, “let michael do all the work”.
you nodded at his command, immediately withdrawing your hand and using your elbows to support yourself as you looked at him. you had always liked how he knew exactly what he wanted to do with you. like he’d been playing it out in his head for days.
michael removed his pants, and you spread your legs, waiting eagerly for his next move. you could see his print through the white boxers he wore, his palm feeling his length through the material. you could hear a shaky breath leave him, a dark spot of pre-come starting to taint his garments. he was a sight to see.
it started to feel like torture not having him near, so you reached your arm out for him, and he obliged, towering over you so that he could be closer. he used one arm to keep himself up, and the other continued its movement on his crotch.
“mike, let me feel you”, you almost whine at your boyfriend. he was all too slow for your liking, and you had to feel his touch now. you tugged him towards you, and michael craned his head down to kiss you slowly.
that’s when you felt it. his hard crotch against yours. you were sure you could’ve created electricity with the intensity of the feeling that travelled through your body, having not felt him for what seemed like eons. michael adjusted himself in his underwear so that you could feel him better, grinding his hips up once. you moaned, while he pulled back to watch your reaction, not blinking as if he was afraid to miss anything by closing his eyes for even a second.
“feel good, sweet girl?” he asked, and all you could do was nod your head. the sound of his voice, so worn out from grinding his clothed cock into you, was making you slip further into the feeling of him all over you. and he was— his hands, his lips, his warmth; all you could feel was michael. you’d long forgotten about your dispute.
michael couldn’t help but give in to the feeling, sensual grinds making both of you groan in pleasure. you felt so blissful that you unknowingly began to grind your hips up, forcing a surprised moan out of michael. his eyes shot open, down to your hips, before he used one of his big hands to hold you in place. he kissed you once and then shuffled back, sitting on his heels to inspect your clothed cunt.
his eyes were close to wild as he looked up at you, smiling, “you’re really turned on, aren’t you, baby? i can see it through the fabric”. you wanted to wipe the smug look off his face so desperately, but the idea left your mind when he used a thumb to feel your clothed clit. it was different to his cock, his thumb expertly pressing right where you needed it. it felt so good that your hips started to chase the pleasure, grinding up against his hand. but michael quickly shut that down before you could get carried away, and his hand went to splay against your lower stomach, giving you a knowing look. “‘m not gonna tell you twice”, he said, his voice strict.
you bit your lip, fighting everything in you to not just flip him over, remove the layers between you two, and ride him. it doesn’t help that he looks so beautiful the way he is now, skin glistening under the light of your lamp, cheeks flushed red, with loose curls falling to the front of his face. he looks best like this, you thought.
michael was on his stomach now, your crotch directly in front of his face. he was so close that you could feel the warmth of him against your inner thighs. it was almost embarrassing, despite him being in this position many a time, but you couldn’t close your legs to hide, even if you wanted to. michael had a firm grip on both of your thighs, spreading your legs apart as if you’re a meal he’s waiting to devour.
he licked his bottom lip and then kissed your clothed pussy once. your clitoris was throbbing beneath your underwear. he kissed it again, and again, until you started to squirm beneath him. you knew better than lifting your hips again for more friction. michael rewarded your patience by using his tongue to lick from the top of your nub, down to the bottom of your pussy.
it wasn’t long before he was licking and kissing you feverishly through your underwear, teasing himself by not pulling your underwear to the side and tasting you properly. each lick had you pushed further into the mattress, writhing in his hold. despite the barrier, you felt the heat rising quickly between your legs and the blood rushing to your crotch— but before you could cum, michael pulled away. the height of your orgasm fell just as quickly as it rose.
you groaned, at a loss for words from him taking your orgasm away. but before you could call out his name to complain, he was removing both of your undergarments, until the only thing separating the two of you was michael’s patience, which was wearing thin.
his cock was hard and leaking before you, and michael was throbbing and twitching at the sight of your glistening folds. you could tell he was so close to giving it to you. you just needed to push him over the edge.
and so, you mewled a “michael…”, and suddenly, he was lining his heavy cock against your pussy. with a lip tucked between his teeth, he pressed against your entrance, just to feel the wetness. he grunted, feeling your slick coat against his tip, you were so eager to feel that you were clenching, and he could feel it.
“don’t do that, girl,” he panted, “i won’t last”, and yet he felt you do it again. you breathed out a laugh, watching michael’s eyes flutter shut from the smallest touch of your pussy.
before you could clench a third time, michael started to push himself into you. you quickly held onto his arm, his cock filling you up just as your cunt pleaded with him to. he was big inside of you, and you were clamping down as if to pull him in further, while you both moaned in unison. michael subconsciously put one hand to your breast to massage it while he moved, giving you more with each thrust, until he fully bottomed out. he uttered your name, whining at the sensation of your wetness soaking his length.
michael was much stronger than you, and yet, when he was inside of you, he turned into jelly. as if all his brain was wired to do was please you. he kissed your lips, hungry, pushing his tongue into your mouth. you were both falling apart at each movement. the slow slide of his hips forced you to feel every ridge of his hard cock, which you were whimpering at. each thrust was an apology, and he was desperate to get you to forgive him.
“‘m sorry. sorry baby, i’m so sorry. shouldn’t have left you all week” he was choking over his words now, mumbling his apologies, “wanted you every day. wanted your pussy, wanted to be in it. ‘m sorry. d’ya feel good? please baby, tell me it’s good”. you could only nod at his confession, your hands tangled in his hair, trying to conjure up anything to say to him, but all that came out were chants of his name. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he adjusted his hips, sitting back to thrust upwards. he was massaging against the perfect spot inside of you, and you knew that when you felt his finger on your clit again, you weren’t going to last much longer.
“mike— michael, give it to me. need it”, you urged, reaching for his free hand. michael took your hand, placing a kiss on it so softly that you almost forgot the position the two of you were in. the loud sound of his length plunging into your wetness reminded you.
“where d’ya need it?” he asked, barely able to get the words out as your pussy convulsed around him. and when the words “inside of me” left your lips, michael couldn’t wait any longer. he kept going, the thumb on your nub relentless now, his cock ready to blow. he watched your eyebrows knit together, and as soon as he felt your pussy contracting, he started to fill you up immediately. he was mumbling apologies, holding himself deep inside of you, giving you all of his cum.
panting, michael pulled out of you, and you could feel the fluid leak down your skin. michael leaned back to take a good look at the mess he had just made, using two fingers to hold your pussy lips apart. his tongue came out to wet his bottom lip. “it’s still clenching”, he said, while his thumb gently felt your sensitive clit, causing your legs to jolt involuntarily. “sorry baby. wish you could see, it’s askin’ for me. d’you forgive me, sweet girl? will you let me taste you again?”
