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i have an ideaaa!!!

how about bratty!reader heavily misbehaves with an attitude in an award show after an argument with michael at home and rolls her eyes when michael goes up on stage (even if she is secretly so proud 😛) watersports plsss 😭😭

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mature era!mike x bitchy!reader lol — 3.5k words

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based off this req

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

requests: open, see info here

a/n: finally got this out for you lovies!! enjoyy xx

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…

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“god,” you sighed out, “feels good…” / “close, but that’s not my name, baby.”

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just for you ─ · · mature!michael x reader

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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fic tn i promise.

“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?”

yes, there will be watersports.

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guys i was feeling too confident when i wrote this

im halfway done😭😭

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fic tn i promise.

“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?”

yes, there will be watersports.

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Babyyy!!! I got a little (quite a lot) lost in this, I didn’t even originally intend to include watersports but welp, here we go😝 I WISH you like it and can’t wait to read your opinion🫶🏻🩷

𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐘 𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐎 — Michael Jackson x F!Reader

SUMMARY: When Michael receives a prestigious award in London, all he asks is for you to listen to one simple piece of advice before leaving the hotel. Unfortunately, stubbornness has always been one of your greatest talents. What starts as a glamorous night filled with champagne, jealousy, and public appearances quickly turns into a lesson neither of you will forget anytime soon.

WARNINGS: daddy michael, bratty!reader, age gap, established relationship, jealousy, world music awards 2006, bladder control, watersports, oral f!recieving, humiliation, punishment, possessive michael, smut, reader gets herself into trouble, michael is very smug about being right, mild angst, aftercare

Disclaimer! Reader is an adult in her mid-twenties!

WC: 4.7k

A/N: If you don't like it, just scroll!

-Baby

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You were in London, sitting in a chair in the hotel suite that Michael had booked for you. Currently being dolled up, two girls carefully painting your face into a glamorous work of art while another took care of putting your hair into a curly updo, some messy pieces framing your face.

Michael would be receiving the diamond award, for selling over 100 Million albums. Which, he surpassed that number by a great. You were immensely proud of him, jumping up and down in excitement as he had told you that he wanted you by his side.

He had asked you to match his look, black, sparkly and elegant. He trusted you, but maybe he should have known that your dress was going to be revealing, knowing your scandalous taste.

As they were finished, and helped you shimmy into your dress, a knock on the room was heard.

“Come in!” you said, holding up the dress against your chest as it was being zipped. The door opened, and Michael’s head peaked inside.

“Mikey, we just got finished, didn’t they do an amazing job?”

His jaw almost fell to the floor as he saw you. Not only because your hair and make up were sitting perfectly, making you look like the actual star of the show – but because when his eyes drifted down to your body, he found half the dress missing.

You gave him an expectant look, wanting him to confirm your words. He cleared his throat before smiling.

“They did” he said, making the assistants beam at the compliment before leaving the room. As they closed the door behind themselves, Michael just stared at you for a moment.

You did a little twirl, all smiley.

“Where is the rest of the dress, baby?” he asked, pointing to your bare legs.

You looked down on yourself once, before raising your head to his face with a pout.

“What do you mean the rest? Is it not sparkly enough?”

He blinked at you a few times.

“No, it is perfect, just a bit,” he thought about the right words, “short?”

The look on your face turned into offense.

“Daddy” you whined, “I spent hours searching for dresses, trying to match your suit, and now you say you don’t like it?”

He was quick to shake his head, coming closer and resting his hands on your hips.

“No, I love it” he mumbled, about to press a kiss against your cheek, but you were quick to pull away with shocked eyes.

“Makeup” you simply said, causing him to smile, and instead take your hand into his and press a kiss against your knuckles.

“You look amazing, and it matches me incredibly well,” he said, eyes softening, before narrowing them slightly, “but daddy is just a bit jealous”

You breathed out a laugh, placing your hands on his chest, and taking in his look too. He looked amazing. The black layers drew attention to his face, making his sharp jaw and warm eyes stand out even more.

“You’re staring” he teased, making you roll your eyes, and pull away.

“You too” you said absentmindedly before clasping some diamonds onto your ears.

He couldn’t deny that, and just opted to bite his lip as he took in the back of your thighs.

“Stop that look, daddy,” you said, meeting his eyes in the mirror, “we don’t have time and I am not letting you ruin my perfect look”

He chuckled, coming up behind you with a firm grip around your waist.

“I got it, baby” he whispered into your ear, never breaking eye contact, “We should leave soon, make sure to use the bathroom, okay?”

You scrunched up your face.

“I don’t need to go, I’m fine”

“We will be sitting there for multiple hours, and I don’t know when will be the next opportunity for the restroom with how occupied we will be. Just listen to daddy”

You rolled your eyes, and watched him leave the room. He would be waiting for you in the entry hall. But of course, stubborn as you are, you didn’t take his advice, not knowing you will regret it later into the night.

Michael awaited you with a smile, stretching out his hand as you finally came to him. You took it, letting him lead you out, the sound of your heels clicking against the floor following you on the way to the car.

As the car slowly approached the venue, flashing lights and screaming voices coming closer, you breathed in deeply once. He smiled at you, placing a large hand over your thigh.

“Nervous?” he asked, but you shook your head.

“Why should I be nervous, the most exciting guest of that event is my boyfriend”

He scrunched up his face in disapproval, making you softly laugh at him. You knew he didn’t like you talking about him like that.

From the moment that he stepped out of the car, your ears started ringing from the screaming, and your vision almost blurred from all the flashing lights. But you made sure to flash your prettiest smile through it all, holding onto Michael’s arm. Your duty was to look pretty next to him, he did most of the talking as you walked along the red carpet, multiple journalists screaming at him to answer them.

Michael’s aura changed entirely when he was standing in front of a crowd, powerful in another way. It was hard to put it into words, but it was incredibly attractive. The way he waved at fans, giving autographs and politely shaking hands of girls that were on the brim of passing out.

You took your assigned seats, your dress rising up even higher. His glance drifted down briefly, making him adjust his collar as he tried to keep a straight face. You were handed a tall glass of champagne, and you began sipping away on it while watching other artists speeches and performances.

Other celebrities came up to your table from time to time, greeting you with a smile before turning their attention toward Michael, briefly chatting before leaving again. You didn’t mind them barely acknowledging you, what mattered was only his attention. And he gave it to you, placing a hand on your thigh in a weak attempt to try and cover some of your skin, pulling the sleeves of your dress higher whenever they started dropping a little too low for his liking.

“Michael,” you warned, his eyes snapped towards your face, “stop it, you’ll rip them off if you keep pulling”

You crossed your arms in front of your chest, causing the soft flesh of your tits to spill out a little more.

“Okay, okay,” he whispered quickly, trying to untangle your arms, “I’m sorry baby, but don’t cross your arms like that”

You gave him a satisfied smile, raising the glass to your lips once more and finishing it.

It wasn’t long until they pulled Michael backstage, preparing him for his award.

Your skin tingled with excitement, you had read the speech he prepared, and you couldn’t wait for the rest of the world to hear it too.

As he walked onto the stage, the floor started vibrating by the noise of the crowd, your heart warmed as you saw his big smile. You listened to his speech, and rolled your eyes as he got flustered from all the cheering. It was unbelievable that this was the same man who slept in bed with you. He started thanking his fans, family, and lastly – you, to the end of the speech. Your smile faltered for a second as you heard your name. Looking down at your hands, you suddenly found them incredibly interesting. Anything was better than risking eye contact with Michael while he thanked you in front of thousands of people.

But as you looked up, you saw him hug and kiss the singer who announced him on the cheek. Your features hardened, jealousy tinging in your chest. And as he was performing We Are The World, the moment of him thanking you was completely erased from your mind, only replaying the moment of him kissing her cheek.

He came back to you with a beaming smile, award in his hand, but you only gave him so much as a side glance, sipping on the golden liquid.

“How was I?” he asked, taking his seat and placing the award on the table.

You shrugged, turning slightly away from him.

“You looked good kissing her” you muttered, jaw tight.

He sighed, reaching out a hand to reach for your shoulder, but it was swatted away quickly.

“Baby,” he whispered, leaning in closer, “please don’t make a scene, it was just her cheek”

“Mhm”

He took a deep breath, before his eyes found the four empty glasses sitting on the table.

“Baby, you drank all of that while I was away?”

You gave a weak nod, making his eyes widen. He called a waiter over, and had him bring you a tall glass of water. He didn’t need to drag you out drunk by the end of the night.

He thanked the waiter, and placed the glass in front of you.

“Drink up, I can’t have you drunk, what were you thinking, hm?”

But you ignored him.

“Baby” his tone was warning, so you gave him a fake smile before picking up the glass and chugging down half of it in one go, immediately turning back your attention to the stage.

It was at that moment, that you noticed the slight stinging in your bladder, making you sit up a little stiffer. Michael noticed instantly, but chose to ignore it. From what he knew, you were probably still replaying the scene of him and the singer in your head. But your squirming didn’t stop, you kept crossing and uncrossing your legs, shifting in the seat, and as you were offered another glass of champagne, you refused.

“What’s wrong?”

His voice startled you a bit, you were so focused on the ache in your bladder, that you had drowned out your entire surrounding. You didn’t answer him right away, just stared at him for a second.

“You know where the bathroom is?” you asked, voice coming out smaller than intended.

A look of realization crossed his face, narrowing his head at you with a raised brow. You avoided his gaze, beginning to jerk your leg slightly. He was quick to stop you, pressing it down with his palm.

“That doesn’t suit a lady” he said, eyes never leaving you, “you didn’t listen to me earlier, did you?”

“Mike, stop playing and show me where it is” you snapped, patience becoming thinner.

He lowered his voice and leaned in closer.

“Adjust your tone when you’re speaking to me, I might accept your bratty attitude elsewhere, but not here” he whispered sternly, a pause following before his eyes drifted to the still half full glass of water.

“Drink that up and I’ll think about letting you go”

Your eyes widened, and you looked at his face in shock.

“What the fu-” but you interrupted yourself, faking a smile as people approached Michael. Great. They all wanted to congratulate him to his success, one person left and another group coming right after, not giving you a chance to ask him again. You started sipping on the water, hoping he would notice and let you go, but even after you finished it, he didn’t even spare you a glance.

You wanted to argue with him so badly, stomp your feet on the floor and storm off in a tantrum, but the other celebrities never gave you an opportunity for that. You knew it was off limits to cause a scene like that, so instead you opted to shift and squirm in your seat. He did notice, but if you chose not to listen to him, you had to endure the consequences.

At one point, a thin layer of sweat laid on your forehead, and you grabbed onto Michael’s hand, squeezing, trying to somehow show him how desperate you were. But he only stroked your knuckles with his thumb in a soothing manner.

The evening slowly came to an end, and you were still struggling, pressing your legs together in a desperate attempt to soothe the ache in your bladder while Michael laughed with other men, all standing together in a circle.

A waiter came by, offering more glasses of champagne. Michael reached out, and handed you a glass without a word. Your lips parted slightly, wanting to protest, but he gave you that look.

Speak, and it will become worse.

Your fingers dug into his arm, surely leaving bruises as you took the tiniest sip of the liquid.

“I think this will be our last drink, I am suffering from jet lag” he told the others, who all agreed, starting to talk about the different time zones. But you didn’t listen to a word, hope sparkling in your eyes. If you finished this quickly, you would leave sooner, right?

You gulped down the glass with big sips, everyone too focused on Michael to notice. You pushed the empty glass into his free hand, but he only looked at you with a smile, taking it and placing it on a nearby table. That was all, before he turned his attention back.

You frowned. He didn’t even have a drink of his own, and you finished yours, so why were you still standing? He continued talking for another ten minutes, before saying his goodbyes and separating. As you were far enough from any people who could hear you, you stood still, holding onto Michael’s sleeve. He turned, looking at you with expectation.

“Show me now” you demanded, letting out all the brattiness you had held in earlier.

“Excuse me?”

“Don’t play dumb,” you whispered, “I need to go, so take me to the bathroom, Michael”

He chuckled, before grabbing your wrist and pulling you after him. You wanted to shout at him, tell him to let you go, but it still wasn’t private enough. Nowhere. Not in the hallways leading to the back entrance, not the parking garage. Only once you were in the back of the limousine, could you snap at him.

“What the actual fuck are you doing?” you yelled at him, breathing turning heavy as you still pressed your knees together.

“Language, princess” he warned, “It’s your own fault, if you had listened to me, you wouldn’t be in this situation”

“No, I wouldn’t be in this situation if you had let me go,” you spat, crossing your arms, “...fucking pervert” you whispered under your breath.

Something inside Michael snapped upon hearing those words, and he stared at you for few beats, eyes glistening with anger. He pulled you into his lap roughly, making you sit with your back against his chest. You yelped, feeling the liquid slosh inside of you.

“Michael! What-”

“I dare you to say that again” he interrupted you, hands gripping your hips, “watch what happens”

“You are a pervert, why else would you watch me suffer for so long, hm?”

You were being rude now, and you knew it, but there was nothing you could do to stop the words coming from your mouth.

“I see” was all he said, before sliding his palm right above your bladder, and pressing down slightly. You whined, trying to shoo his hand off and pressing your legs closed even tighter.

“Stop” you mumbled, still pushing at his arm, but his grip was too strong.

To your luck, a knock on the window sounded through the car, signaling you to have arrived at the hotel. He pushed you off of his lap, and exited the car, not even helping you out. He walked ahead, without looking back. His stride confident and heavy. You tried following him with quick, tiny steps, heels clicking against the concrete. But he didn’t wait for you, didn’t help you walking while your feet were aching and bladder swelling.

He opened the door to the suite, and as you shut it behind you, you hurried to kick off your shoes. Almost sprinting to the bathroom. Michael was behind you quickly, holding onto your upper arm, guiding you through the suite and toward the small kitchenette, stopping only once your back hit the marble counter.

You whined, stomping your foot weakly.

“Mikey, please”

“A-ah, none of that. I’m a pervert who enjoys seeing you like this, aren’t I?” his eyes gleamed, he was furious, and you knew not to cross any more lines.

“Daddy,” you started, placing your hands on his chest, “You know I just said that out of frustration”

But Michael knew you better than that, he knew this was your weak attempt of getting your will and out of the conflict.

“I don’t know anything,” he said, before turning you around, closing the distance between you. The edge of the counter pressed right into your full bladder, making you wince as Michael pushed his crotch even further into your behind. “I just know a stubborn little girl who won’t listen to me, and now she has to live with the consequences”

Your fingers clawed at the cold marble desperately, as you tried to push him back. You shook your head.

“No, I listened to you all night, I didn’t cause a scene, and I waited for you to take me to the bathroom without a word”

A small chuckle escaped him.

“And before that? When I told you to go before leaving, hm?”

A sharp pain seared through your lower belly, making you bend over the counter a little.

“None of this would’ve happened if you listened to me, baby” he said, smoothing a hand over your back to soothe you, before reaching for the zipper, and slowly undoing it.

“What are you doing? I swear to God, Mikey, I can’t-” you interrupted yourself with a whimper, as the dress slid off your body and pooled at your ankles, leaving you in the set of black underwear you were wearing.

“Don’t use God’s name in vain” Michael scolded, though he pulled you away slightly from the counter, his hand sliding down to your bladder. You rolled your eyes, but sighed in relief.

“It’s so swollen, baby, don’t you need to go?”

Oh-oh, not that tone. The one that tells you he’s amused.

“Yes I do, that’s what I have been trying to tell you the whole time” you mumbled, leaning your head back on his shoulder as he caressed your lower belly gently.

“Turn around” he ordered, and you did, hands flying to his shoulders in surprise as he grabbed you and lifted you onto the counter.

“Daddy, please, I will do anything you want, but let me pee”

He shook his head, taking his place between your legs and placed a kiss on your cheek.

“Not yet” he whispered into your ear, before starting to place kisses along your neck. Your eyes fluttered shut, and for a moment you forgot about the pain, your fingers raking through his hair as he placed open mouthed kisses on your skin. It wasn’t until another sharp cramp tore through you, making you wince, and try to close your legs. But Michael’s body in between them stopped you. He caressed your bare thighs, squeezing the soft flesh.

He slowly guided you to lay back, prying your legs back open as you squeezed them shut. You were genuinely on the verge of leaking, a hand instinctively flying down to cup your clothed pussy. His eyes were hot on you, and you let out a breathy whimper, your cheeks reddening.

“Daddy it hurts” you said, voice small, but he only smiled at you.

“I know baby, and daddy’s sorry, but you gotta learn your lesson”

His fingers hooked underneath your panties, pulling them off swiftly and revealing your glistening folds, the cold air sending a shiver up your spine. You pushed yourself up on your forearms in shock as Michael leaned his head down, and you were quick to stop him with a hand against his forehead.

He met your eyes with confusion.

“Y-you can’t do that now, I’m serious, I have to pee really badly” your voice trembled with panic, you were almost begging at this point. He gave you a crooked smile, before gently prying your hand away.

“Yea, so if you don’t want to pee in my mouth, you should hold it”

A look of horror crossed your face, as he mentioned the literal worst outcome of this situation. You watched, as he lowered his head once more, arms wrapped around your thighs, his palms resting on the upper side.

He licked a slow stripe over your folds, humming upon tasting you. He repeated that a few times, gazing up at you during the whole process. You felt him sucking your swollen clit between his lips, causing you to moan out, a hand flying into his hair. He let go of you with a pop.

“Hands off, princess. Let daddy enjoy his meal”

A small gasp escaped you, but you obeyed. And while his mouth sucked on you knowingly, licking in just the right way, you could barely focus on it. Your whole concentration was on clenching together your walls, trying to hold it in.

The sight of Michael between your legs was perverse. He hummed against you, brows furrowed and eyes dazed as if he was drunken. You tried to press your legs together again, trying, desperately, needily to ease the pain, but he didn’t allow you to.

A familiar knot started building inside you, his mouth sucking your pearl inside his mouth repeatedly. It was hard to tell the feeling of your approaching orgasm, and your aching bladder apart. Michael had done this a thousand times, he knew how to move to make you cum instantly, and you were teetering on the edge already.

You shook your head, panic rising in your chest as whimpers and whines kept spilling out of you.

“no no no, stop, daddy stop” you begged, legs beginning to tremble, his eyes still stared into your own, a glimmer of excitement sparkling in them. “’m gonna cum” you whimpered, and he was quick to pull off, straightening himself before leaning over you. You exhaled shakily, finally squeezing together your legs. It helped, but not for long.

Michael’s lips and chin were glistening with your arousal, and he gave you a smile, before leaning down and giving you a kiss. You could taste yourself on his lips, your cheeks reddening.

“You taste so good, don’t ya, princess?”

But you couldn’t focus on his words, closing your eyes in concentration. Your breathing became uneven, and you were so distracted that you hadn’t even noticed him unzipping his pants, taking out his hard dick and giving it a few strokes.

Your eyes snapped open as you felt him aligning himself with your hole.

“I can’t, daddy, please, if you put it inside I can’t hold it anymore”

Tears sprang to your eyes, the back of your throat burning with the urge to cry. But Michael ignored your pleading, pushing himself inside you slowly, a staggered groan leaving him.

“Fuck baby, stop clenching so hard around me”

You tried pushing him off, a hand coming on his clothed abdomen, but he wouldn’t budge.

“Can’t” you whimpered, toes curling.

He started moving his hips in hard thrusts, the fat tip of his cock pushing up into your bladder painfully.

“Know you can, baby, y’my good girl, right?” he breathed, and you nodded, though still couldn’t unclench. Your bladder was so dangerously close to overflowing, with the way his cock drilled into you.

What he did next, left you in panic, pain and had tears rolling down your cheeks. He placed both of his hands over your bladder, and leaned his weight down on it, the pace of his thrusts never faltering.

“God,” you gasped, all of your pride leaving you, “daddy, please, it’s going to come out”

You started sobbing, but it didn’t stop him, he furrowed his brows in pleasure.

“Good, just let go baby”

You gasped in disbelief, but he put even more of his weight onto your bladder. Before you could protest or stop it, you felt yourself leaking. Michael felt the hot liquid on himself, and pulled out to watch the disaster happen. Despite closing your legs, you couldn’t stop the trickle that soon turned into a steady stream.

You covered your face with both hands, sobbing into them as your fluids spilled over the counter and down to the floor with a splashing sound. Michael rubbed his thumb into your knee, trying to soothe you.

Your ears were burning with embarrassment, and you hated him in the moment. His eyes didn’t leave your core until the last drop flowed out, and he didn’t waste time to push himself back into you, standing in the puddle as he fucked into you with a brutal pace.

You yelped, and tried pushing him off of you.

“Stop it, baby,” he groaned, “you know you don’t stand a chance, just listen to me pretty girl”

His cock grazed your cervix deliciously, pleasure mixing with the still faint ache of holding for too long.

“If daddy tells you something, from now on you will listen, right?”

You avoided his gaze, angry at him for dragging you through this humiliating procedure. One of his hands reached out and grabbed your face harshly, turning it up into his direction.

“Right?”

You mewled, but nodded, pleasure overtaking your body as his thumb came down on your clit, rubbing in slow, knowing circles.

“Use your words” he ordered, his own voice trembling now.

“Yes, daddy” you gasped, your orgasm approaching hard and fast.

“There you go, baby, that’s it” he moaned, picking up his pace.

Your legs started shaking around him, your toes curling and he knew you were about to cum, his own release not far either.

“Come on baby, hold it a bit longer, hm? ‘m close”

You shook your head, not to be a brat, but because you actually didn’t know whether you could do it.

Your orgasm rippled through you violently, the one that had you holding your breath and seeing stars, legs trembling. He spilled his hot seed inside of you upon feeling your walls flutter around his cock, grunting deeply into your neck as he collapsed onto you.

He took a moment to even out his breath, and only lifted himself off of you after hearing your sniffling. He pulled out of you, and watched as his cum spilled out of your hole, mixing with your other fluid on the floor.

He pulled you into his arms, holding you close. You clung to him immediately, burying your wet face in his shoulder.

“Why would you do that” you sobbed, embarrassed.

He kissed your cheek softly, carrying you to the bathroom.

“Because you won’t listen to me when I use words”

You knew that was right, words only rarely worked, you needed more to understand. But you didn’t admit that, just kept clinging onto him. He placed you onto the counter gently, before running the both of you a bath.

You tried covering your body with your arms, still ashamed. The water was still running, as Michael approached you, taking off his shirt in the process.

“I know you’re embarrassed” he said, leaning his forehead against your own, “but daddy only did it because he loves you”

You narrowed your eyes at him, though the rest of your features softened unwillingly.

“And,” he smiled, “I kinda liked it”

You punched his chest, before pushing yourself off the counter and testing the water with your foot.

“I didn’t mean it earlier, but now I think you might are a pervert”

He laughed, walking over to you and hugging you close to him from behind.

“Come on, tell me you love me” he pleaded, biting into your shoulder and making you wince.

“I love you” you said, anger clear in your voice despite smiling.

“Good,” he beamed.

You immediately regretted saying it.

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please…more watersports! michael🥹🙏🏾

just posted some my love!!!!

xx angel

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more water sports puhleaseeeeeee girl im so hungry omg love ya bye!

just posted some for u baby😝🤍

xx angel

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accident…

any era!mikey x fem!reader — 2k words

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summary: michael adores you even through your nonsensical tantrums. he cant help it if he likes to tease you!

warnings: watersports, argument, bratty!reader, spoiled!reader, petnames like angel + baby, very patienwt mikey lol, tickling!!!! NOT PROOFREAD + written over like a week so i apologize for any inconsistencies 🥲

requests: open! i have 30 sitting around, so give me some time to get to yours. 🤍

a/n: expect less frequent posts for now lovies, first semester is starting soon </ 3. however, hope u all enjoy this. love ya!!!!

you called your boyfriend at twelve pm, he did not pick up. it was a very busy press day for him, so you understood.

three hours past, there was still no call back. though you were slightly irritated, maybe he’d just gotten pulled into some things at work- nothing new.

unfortunately it was now seven in the evening, and there was still no call back. you lay in bed wearing your favorite pink pajamas to comfort you, if he wasn’t there to remind you of how beautiful you were- you could at least feel pretty. your bare chest peaked out from your v-neck, baby doll shirt. the wide-leg, satin, pink pants complimented the top, you loved to look put together even when lounging around.

the room was lit only by your bedside lamp, and the television playing reruns of old comedies with a very low volume. a vogue magazine rest in your hands, though you’d not gotten through any of it. you were far too lost in your head about your own day, in disbelief of how easily your boyfriend could discard you for work… you scoffed at the thought.

the house was so quiet, the sound of the doorknob turning downstairs was easy for you to hear from your bedroom.

“i’m home beautiful,” you rose once you heard his voice, heading to the bathroom, “how was your day?”

you didn’t respond, beginning your skincare absentmindedly.

“beautiful?”

his footsteps were gentle up the stairs, careful not to wake you, had you been sleeping. his eyes scanned the room, only to find you applying toner to a cotton pad in your shared restroom.

michaels face softening at the sight of you, “i thought you were asleep, my love.”

“i was not,” the marble counter looking particularly interesting this evening.

he began to remove his clothes, unbuttoning his black button-up top. you faintly listened to the shenanigans of the dick van dyke show as you washed your face with a bubbly cleanser- you skin glistening in the warm light of the bathroom.

now standing against your back, “you look so beautiful, my love,” michael wrapping his arms around your waist.

your gaze was bored beneath his, taking in his half-nude body, “thank you.”

you slipped from his grasp, he paused.

“angel,” your boyfriends expression growing with concern, “are you okay?”

“yup,” you responded, walking back over to your bed.

michael watched your body, one leg extended and the other bending upward. you browsed the quizzes, scrolling through pages without any real intent. each page turned was sharp and obnoxious. your boyfriend squinted at the sight, obviously you were lying- though he was clueless as to what he did wrong.

he slowly walked to the bed, leaning on it with one hand, “what did i do, my love?”

not turning you head, “nothing, i said. go shower,” and running a finger down a beautiful chanel dress- “i want this.”

your boyfriend raised an eyebrow once you showed him the page, not that there was anything wrong with the dress, it was a beautiful black and white ensemble… he raised the eyebrow at your attitude.

“so i’ll get it for you,” his responded, confused. michael had no issue getting you whatever you wanted.

you turned the issue back to you, glaring at each page with an unnecessary sass. your boyfriend stared blankly at you before deciding to leave you alone. you looked him up and down as he entered the bathroom, he didn’t shut the door. the water running as he stripped entirely, now stepping into the shower.

♡

michael cleansed his face with a black towel wrapping around his abdomen. his hair curled, and pushed back from his face. you’d be lying if you said the sight wasn’t beautiful, the water falling down his back. you rolled your eyes, annoyed at how hot he was- even when you were mad at him. once he completed his skincare and half-dressed himself, michael started again.

“so,” turning around, “can we talk?”

setting the magazine on your lap, “we couldn’t talk earlier,” and squinting your eyes.

“what are you talking about, my love?”

“what if i was gone all day and didn’t even bother to return a simple fucking call?”

“i didn’t get a call,” his voice still gentle.

you scoffed, “all right,” shutting off the tv.

michaels genuine look of concern almost made you question- did he really not get a call?

“my love,” his tone full of desperation, “i really didn’t get a call- after each interview, i checked my phone- it was just conversations with different record labels.”

you looked up at him, your gaze lingered down to his pajama pants- guilt crawling into you. did you call?

“i’ll show you,” he went to grab his phone.

at the same time, you picked up yours from the nightstand. you browsed until you found your call history.

janet - 1:00 pm

ma - 9:00 am

ma - yesterday

mike - yesterday

you scrolled between the most recent calls… there was no michael. you bit your lip.

michael handed his phone to you, “no calls from you, see,” pressing his palms into the bed.

the embarrassment in you came out as even more attitude, because acknowledging your fault was worse than sassing your boyfriend.

“well,” handing his phone back to him and looking the opposite direction, “then why didn’t you call?”

michael laughed, “angel, you know i’m very busy when i’m working,” slightly amused at his ability to find you adorable even when you were upset. he found your nonsense endearing, he had to or he’d just be upset all the time.

“whatever,” you huffed, starting to turn off your lamp.

michael grabbed your wrist, “hey,” leaning over on the bed, “no, let’s talk.”

reluctantly looking over, you loved how he towered over you. you felt a slight blood rush to your cheek, still maintaining your stand-offish demeanor.

“about?”

your boyfriend crawled over to you on the bed, now sitting up, “somethin’s still upsetting you, hm?”

crossing your arms, “it’s fine, mike,” you insist.

“just talk to me, angel, please?”

“i don’t want to talk,” your voice sharp, “now goodnight.”

as you you shifted to turn off the light, michael poked you in your side, “now, don’t go to sleep mad at me, baby,” he begged, pouting.

“mike, i’m tired.”

michael playfully danced his fingers along your collarbone, “c’mon, angel…”

he knew you were embarrassed, he knew you weren’t actually mad. truly, he just wanted you to forgive him- to say it. in one swift motion, michael straddled himself on top of you- both of his arms pressed beside your head.

the sight of him on top of made your breath hitch- but you absolutely refused to let him have leverage over you. his eyes narrowed at you, determined yet playfully.

“mike-“

you were cut off by his fingers rapidly dancing across the spot between your neck and shoulders, bursting out in uncontrollable laughter.

trying to push him off of you, “michael, stop!”

your tone contradicted your words, each breath interrupted by giggles you couldn’t hold back.

your boyfriend shook his head proudly, “nope,” proceeding to sneak his hands between your underarm. your body twitched entirely beneath him- you felt helpless. despite you wanting to fucking kill him, you couldn’t stop laughing.

michael grabbed the magazine from the side of your head, still attacking you with one hand.

“hey, mike-,” inable to hold back a laugh with each word, “give me that!”

your boyfriend raised the magazine up, still tickling your upper body. you tried to reach up towards it, but you squirmed beneath him. with all the stimulation, a pressure began to grow in your lower abdomen.

michael looked up, peeking through the magazine, “i love the hearts you put around that little dress-,” he giggled.

“mike,” you brought your fists to your chests, “hah- stop, give me, mikey!”

a mixture of plain and pleasure aroused in you. michael put the magazine down and used resumed using both his hands to tackle you.

“hmm, i put it down,” he teased as snuck his hand under your arm, causing you to close your arms in on him, “what’s still so funny?”

“ah- mike,” you managed to choke out.

he fake pouted, “what’s wrong?”

“god, mike,” you squeezed your eyes shut as the pressure inside you became more prominent, “i think i gotta-hah- go-“

he began to poke and tickle around your ribs, your body uncontrollably twitching beneath him.

“well then you better hold it.”

though you couldn’t convey it, your mind paused. there was no way you could hold it, your mind was too focused on the overstimulation on your body to hold in your bladder- one slip and you’d go all over him…

your eyes widened and eyebrows turned upward while laughter forced itself out of your helpless body, “mike, i c- can’t!”

michael lifted his hands off you, allowing you to catch your breath. he grazed his hands atop your breasts, “alright then,” before climbing off of you and standing on the floor beside you. you sighed in relief, holding the collar of your shirt. he placed his hands on his hips, looking down at you and biting his lip- whilst your gaze remained towards the ceiling.

in only a few seconds, not enough for you to process what was happening, michael lifted your hands above your head and held them by your wrist. you gasped, and he instantly went to dance his fingers on your left under arm. your lower body shifting uncontrollably beneath him, pressing your thighs together to hold back anything that might come out. you slid your thighs on the sheets, desperately attempting to escape his grasp.

“y’know…,” your boyfriend started.

you wiggled your torso, “i don’t know, mike!”

“you’re so cute like this,” his tone was low.

your breath picked up as the pain did.

“i have to-“ you were interrupted by a small stream of liquid escaping from you- though you immediately tried to hold it back in, “mike, stop!”

his replied, taunting, “cmon, y’gotta go sometime, no?”

it wasn’t long before he broke you entirely. your thighs met your chest, and you couldn’t hold yourself back anymore. your hips twitched up and down, and another drop released from you… and you were unable to hold it in anymore. he let go of your wrists together cover your sides, making you wiggle from side to side. in the same motion, you felt and embarrassingly long stream of liquid flow out of you.

“mike-,” you cried, releasing yourself on the bed as he slowed down the pace of his fingers. he watched the mess you made in absolute awe. whining as more streamed out of you, you were embarrassed. a little more embarrassed that you enjoyed it.

michael stopped, now caressing your face with his hands, “someones had a little accident, hm?”

you were still going, “m sorry,” words stretched out with pleasure.

he kissed your lips, the last drops finally leaving you. you sighed, legs still up. once michael rose, he went to examine the large wet spot on your cute pajamas. you tried to hide yourself, but michael just spread your legs. his erection was entirely prominent, but you were too focused on the humiliation of wetting your boyfriends bed…

“‘s okay, just a little accident, angel… think you’re gonna have another,” michael questioned- a tinge of dare in his voice.

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thank you so much for the bladder control fics, genuinely my favorite works ever.. i wish people wrote that more often, but it’s seen as disgusting. to an extent it is but taboo is fun.

hi my love,

i wish people wrote it more often as well! i think more people are interested it than we think, my bladder control/ watersports fics do very well. maybe it’s a little nasty, but it’s all in the same vein as a control kink. taboo is fun!

thank you so much for your support. 🥹💓

— xx angel

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when leaving requests…

so, i love writing all your requests… but there’s some things to note before leaving one.

here’s things i’m most inclined to write ↓

any era mj, dom michael, watersports 😝, fem reader, p in v, oral (m or f), fingering, public sex, age gap, fluff and comfort (i love comfort, send me more comfort reqs), established relationship, hcs

*make your request as detailed as possible, sometimes i get very similar requests.

this is a very short list- so if something you want written isn’t featured here, still send your request. but- be mindful, i still have every right to refuse a req!

also…

i write slowly. i get many requests. please be patient with me. 😞 i’m a workin college student!

love ya!

xx angel