18 + 𝜗ৎ thinking about mature Michael and his controversially young wife.
Tw: spanking mentions; masturbation; Brat!reader.
"Please Michael!" It's almost impossible to convince him of something that he already decided not to do.
He understood that before meeting him, and changing her life completely cause of him, you were a party girl. He's pretty shy and he hides it kinda well. If he goes to a party he'll probably stay for an hour or less.
"You've been invited to all of the after parties! We don't need to go to all of them, just one! Please baby." Her big eyes looking at his.
"...only one." He shows a finger before quickly getting hugged by her. Michael holds her face so she can look at him. "God what am I going to do with you."
As he said, he fulfilled his promise. Not expecting what was going to happen.
Even tho he promised he wouldn't be such an eagle around her. He couldn't help but look at her from the bar. I mean, she drank a lot, but she assured him that her tolerance was very high, and she did look normal. What could he say? He trusts her.
Suddenly, he comes face to face with Chris Tucker. Oh man, what a good chat. His son was already three years old. They planned about him visiting Prince and Paris so they could play together. While the chat was losing its matters he started hearing something familiar. Actually, a voice way too familiar.
"No fucking way." Chris chuckles. Michael covers his face, feeling it burn.
His dearly beloved wife was on the karaoke with a famous rapper. She looked good but God wasn't she out of her mind.
"This dude named Michael used to ride motorcycles." She started singing and everyone started screaming looking at him. "Dick bigger than a tower, I ain't talking bout Eiffel's..."
"For God's sake." He looks at her without believing it. Laughing nervously and embarrassed.
"Now you find a pearl, Michael, damn!" He laughs shaking his shoulders.
She continued. "Pussy out his ass to sleep, now he calling me NyQuil!" She points at him, winking. She starts rapping. "Come through and I fuck him in my automobile"
He rubs his face, trying not to think of the many times they- stop it.
"He keep telling me it's real, that he loves my sex appeal. He says he doesn't like it boney, he wants something he can grab."
They're cheering for her. He couldn't be angrier.
After all the ovation she walks to him.
"Did you like it?" Innocently.
"..." She continues to look at him. "We're going home."
She frowns instantly. "But-" She cuts herself as she looks at his face.
The ride home was full of apologies, but there was not a single word from him. He was saving it all to home. If it was another teasing from her he would've taught her right in that limousine.
His dear wife didn't know if she should be excited or scared. He never acted like that. Did she go to far by embarrasing him in front of A list celebrities?
"Babe-" About to apologize again, she's cut off by him with a single shush. She couldn't help but feel her tears building up.
As they get home, their bodyguard opens the car's door, Michael getting out first leaving you behind, he always gave you his hand. You tremble to your feet. And in your state of drunkeness of course you felt to the ground. Making the bodyguard quickly grab you.
"Are you ok Mrs.Jackson?" You quickly nods, getting out of his hands.
"Yes, thank you." Of course, Michael was watching the whole interaction by the corner of his eye.
They walked up the stairs completly silent. Getting to your room. The tension was unbreathable. You immediately sits down on the bed, looking at him with we need to talk stare.
He stares back at you with a unknown expression, one that you've never seen. He sighs and goes to the bathroom.
You're confused for a few minutes before hearing the water running. You didn't want to wash yourself. You groan, closing your eyes as you lay in the middle of the bed, accidentally falling asleep.
"Hey!" Michael says pissed off.
"Don't you dare sleep." He points at you. "Get your dirty ass off the bed."
"...dirty?" You whisper, getting up.
"...you have mascara all over your face." She couldn't help but feel embarrassed. "Go take it off."
You walk to your vanity. Yes, a vanity. The bathroom was big enough to be your vanity, but Michael liked to lie down on the bed while watching you getting ready. He liked how delicate and perfeccionist you were in that matter.
About to sit down, you stop yourself, feeling his presence behind you.
"..." You felt like you couldn't breath. "Bend over..." His deep voice ecoes through you.
Relieved washed you over. Thank God he wasn't actually mad at you, and you would get what you wanted, a tame in the good old fashioned way, spanking. Slowly, you bend over, putting you forearms on the vanity.
"Now pull up your dress..."
...Ah- "...What?" You whisper.
"...I said pull up your dress." He whispers in a deep voice.
Still a bit shocked, not expecting the change of the situation, you pull slowly your green skirt.
"I'm not going to fuck you." Whispering.
What. You catch you breathe.
You stay in that position for a few minutes, feeling the warmth of his hand but not quite the touch of it. You were confused, dazed and confused as you heard his steady low panting.
Slowly looking up to the side face mirror, you stare at his face. He was... Your mouth went open, and amout of pleasure you couldn't describe. You were sure he could see the big stain of wetness in you underwear. His arms moving quickly as the pace got quicker. You couldn't stop looking. You wouldn't.
Within a few seconds, you gasped at the feeling of a hot jet in you back. Still staring at his face full of pleasure through the mirror. As he calmed himself, panting, he caught you staring with your big eyes, the same gentle eyes he loved, through the small face mirror.
You continued staring at him in disbelieve, being left without that burning feeling in your ass. He walks away to clean himself.
You stand straight again, looking at the dripping creamy liquid running down your back. Fuck, now I'll need a bath.
A bit of Secretary (2002) in the end huh. You like it?
Thinking about doing one with a scene from the movie. Instead of James Spader (love him ugh) would be Michael, duh (love him even more ughhh). Let me know if you like that idea.
Requests are always open. Plant a seed!!
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