Hear me out, mature micheal getting off to corruption kink with his controversially young girlfriend :p
yeah. just— yeah.
"is it too much for you, baby?" he'd ask the second time he got his fingers inside your perfect cunt, watching your face carefully for any sign of discomfort. your lips were pouted, eyes brimming with tears as his digits reached that perfect spot inside you, continuously curling upwards to shower you with maximum pleasure.
your only response was a whine, carefully hidden underneath the palms that covered your face. the rhythmic sounds of michael's fingers, agonisingly fast and steady, turned your mind into a mush, and your face burned from the obscenity of it all.
"no one's ever been here before, right, angel? no one's seen that pretty little flower before me, huh?"
you shook your head, embarrassed, the dull pain in your womb only adding to the sensation. each drag of michael's fingers against your walls felt euphoric, dizzying and electrifying, turning your mind into a mush.
"answer me when i ask you a question, baby," he whispered, then, his breath uneven, chest heaving against your back as you lean further into him, refusing to say a word, shaking your head in response.
michael wouldn't let that slide. he reached for you, his hand gently tilting your head to the side and brushing your own hands away. you peeked at him, your eyes wide and glazed, and another soft moan escaped your mouth. you were getting there, michael thought, smiling to himself as pride bloomed in his stomach.
the way you were rubbing — unconsciously — against his rock hard dick only fuelled the fire burning inside him. he hated to admit it, admit how much your innocence actually turned him on.
"no— no one" you whispered, your voice barely audible, mixing in with the sounds of your squealching pussy and michael's fingers dragging against your walls.
"that's my girl," he'd praise softly, kissing your cheek as his thumb started to move against your clit in soft, praising circles. your hips jolted, and you moaned out into the air, loud and inhibited, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes. "only for me to ruin. you take me so well, angel girl, this sweet little pussy is mine now."
you'd cringe at the vulgar word leaving his mouth. and michael? michael would smile even wider.
**while the drama unravels in the mj community i hop in to ask y'all...
did someone say nanny!reader x mature!michael . . . where his wife isn't around that much so he points his attention to the young pretty thing parading around in his house && taking care of his kids so good, being all kind and professional until he breaks her ??? ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡
any specific kinks or plots you'd like to see? i'm open to almost anything as long as it goes with my personal preference and goes well with the story !!! you can always request anything too <3
Had to turn on notifications for u queen <3 ur writing is so incredibly good
hi angel !! ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹
i'm so glad you love my work you're too sweet ♡ i've had so many ideas but so little time, stay tuned for the future fics tho !!! thank you for supporting 💐💌💋🩷
being mature!michael's controversially young girlfriend ❤︎ minors dni
mature!michael that shows you off in any way he can. takes you to big galas, introduces you to important people you could only see on the head pages of the magazines, invites you on stage during his acceptance speeches. he prides himself in being your boyfriend and doesn't hide how he truly feels about you — and you don't either. you don't ever hesitate to kiss him in front of the cameras, performative but real at the same time, letting everyone know that you're his and he is yours.
mature!michael that has his arm wrapped around you at all times. he claims you that way, a silent, possessive gesture that sends a clear message: stay away.
mature!michael that spoils you to the limit — takes you to shopping malls (with his bodyguards staying right behind you the whole time) and lets you pick whatever you want, complimenting you as you try yet another dress on. bonus points if you ask for his opinion on a set of fancy, sexy lingerie. he won't let you leave that changing room for a hoooot second.
mature!michael that takes care of you each time he's close. he won't let you lift a finger — he prepares bubble baths for you, makes dinner (he's a surprisingly good cook!), washes your body in the shower after you've had a particularly hard day. he'll whisper sweet nothings into your ear as he massages the shampoo into your scalp, pressing soft kisses onto the sides of your wet face.
mature!michael that, even though he'd never admit it, gets off to your age gap. something about you, so young and innocent, giving all of your undivided attention to the man twice your age, makes that sick satisfaction bloom in his stomach.
mature!michael and his daddy kink. he'll have you bent in half, cock nudging that sweet spot deep inside you with every, perfect stroke, voice dropping to something dangerous and delicious while he talks you through it. 'feels so good to have daddy so deep inside, doesn't it, baby?', 'daddy fills you up good, huh?', 'are you gonna be a good girl for daddy?' 'daddy's gonna cum so deep inside you you'll feel me for days' while he's pressing on your stomach. on and on. that man's a beast.
mature!michael that loves fucking you in public. you might be on a gala, even a family dinner, and he'll still find a way to get into your panties. he'll love to tease you about it, too; whispering how much of a dirty girl you are for giving yourself in to him like that, letting everyone see how good he fucks you. he'll cover your mouth with his hand, too, silencing your moans and whimpers so that no one else besides him hears. if he's feeling generous, he'll stuff your mouth with his fingers so you have something to suck on while he fucks you against the wall.
mature!michael that has learned to save photos into his phone just because of the nudes you send him. he might be on an important meeting when all of a sudden his phone buzzes, and he sees the most obscene, delicious picture of you he's ever seen with a little, cute message underneath: missing you extra hard right now, daddy x. — best believe, you'll regret sending those pictures as soon as he comes home.
mature!michael that facefucks you as a punishment for disobeying him and acting like a brat in public. he'll have you with your head hanging off the side of the bed, tongue lolling out and eyes watery as he drills into your mouth, not stopping until he's had enough.
mature!michael never ever leaves you without some proper aftercare. he'll massage your back, kiss the bruises he left on your skin and shower you with attention, letting you fall into that familiar headspace. he'll cradle you in his arms until your breath evens out, only then allowing himself to sleep.
mature!michael that can't sleep unless he's by your side. he needs to feel your smaller form cuddled up against him to properly rest. best believe, he's not going anywhere without you.
mature!michael that treats you like his personal muse. he's bought a digital camera to take multiple pictures of you (some less explicit than the others). he takes them to the studio with him, looking at them while he's stuck on a certain lyrics he just can't finish — immediately feeling that surge of inspiration come over him as he sees you.
mature!michael that doesn't let you be alone for a second. he takes you everywhere with him, knowing just how much you need to be close — you're too clingy to stay away for more than an hour.
mature!michael that knew he loved you as soon as he saw you. it took longer for you to feel the same way, but you fell for him sooner or later. he fell first, but you fell faster doesn't apply to your relationship — he would hang the stars for you if you asked him to. yeah, he definitely fell faster.
masterlist 𓈒▐ 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮. after a particularly rough rehearsal that has michael exhausted, you show him exactly how much you appreciate him. ▐ bad era!michael being a total sub! we cheer! → handjob, lil bit of choking, wet and messy kisses, some dry humping?, cum eating, praise and degradation kink, desperate!michael ₊⊹
You sensed Michael's presence soon before you heard him.
The soft click of the door, as if he thinks he'll wake you up from deep slumber, then a sigh, equally innocent and sweet, even though deeply exhausted. Michael taking off his shoes and shrugging his jacket off, the soft clicks of his chunky belt echoing through the otherwise quiet house.
The sound of his keys hitting the wooden surface of the cabinet down the hall, then the heavy footsteps, his feet barely lifting off the floor as he took the stairs with one thing on his mind:
You.
He was looking forward to the moment he would see you again the whole day. It was a sweet motivation that pushed through the demanding rehearsals, keeping him in your head as the dancers made yet another mistake in the choreo they've been practicing for two months now. Maybe he was too harsh on himself and the people working for him, or maybe he was just stressed. Stressed by the lack of your company, your touch, grounding and comforting in a way that had his mind calm and relaxed. Stressed by the fact that tour was starting soon, and nothing was even close to perfection yet.
Nothing but the calmness of the house and your sweet presence that lights his heart up.
The bedroom door clicked softly, and Michael's ears perked up as he saw you, comfortable and spread out on your shared bed, eyes meeting his before he could say a thing. You smiled, soft and warm, your nose crinkling in the most perfect way as you did so, eyes wide and attentive as you took in his exhausted posture.
The room was dark, lit only by the soft glow of the moon peeking through the curtains and the TV playing some shitty, old school show you didn't care about one bit. The moonlight hit your face in the most perfect way, highlighting the color of your eyes and hair, spread around your head like a halo.
Michael's knees buckled as he took you in, grinning despite exhaustion, his arms spreading out and claiming the space without even trying.
"Hi, superstar," You grinned, getting up from the bed to greet him with a hug that meant more than any fame or fortune in the world. Your small arms wrapped around his back, face squishing into his chest to breathe him in, letting his scent cloud your mind.
"I hate you calling me that," He chuckled softly, cradling your head in his hand, bringing you closer until there was no space left between your bodies. Michael hid his nose in your hair, taking in the sweet scent of your shampoo and something different — something so ultimately you, it brought him comfort immediately. "I missed you so much."
"I missed you too, Mikey." You breathe out, gently petting his back. "How're the rehearsals going?"
Michael shrugged, kissing the top of your head, suddenly aware of the tension in his shoulders and back. God, he could use a massage right now.
"Some dancers have trouble remembering the steps. You know, it's... normal. It should be. But it just keeps on annoying me, y'know? I need everything to be perfect by the time tour starts, and instead everything is falling apart right in front of me." He said, slow and shameful, not quite used to being this honest and open, not in that way.
You slowly pulled away from his chest, lips pouted in that specific way that insinuated you were thinking deep about what he had said. You took his hand slowly from where it was rubbing the small of your back through the red t-shirt you were wearing (stolen from Michael's side of the closet). His eyes followed your joined hands, watching as you kissed his knuckles, soft and warm, instantly calming his bubbling nerves and sweating hands.
"Mike, you need to take thing easy." You tilted your head, head turned towards the bed as you slowly led him to climb onto the warm sheets, the mattress moaning under your joined weights.
"I don't ever take things easy."
"That's why I need you to calm down. Take a deep breath. Relax. I know you crave perfection, but baby, things take time. They're eventually gonna get it, it's gonna be fine." You said softly, not trying to disregard his feelings, just being as supportive as you can.
Michael's lips pursed as he leaned back against the headboard, thinking about what you said with careful consideration. He met your eyes with a boyish, gentle smile, patting his lap softly.
"Sit here? Pretty please."
Michael had this innocence in his gaze, and you knew immediately he felt vulnerable in his heart. You took him in: the disheveled hair on the top of his head, loose strands breaking free from his ponytail and falling onto his forehead and eyes. The way his hands reached out to you, like a little kid looking for comfort. The red shirt that sat perfectly on his torso, first few buttons unlocked, droplets of build-up sweat glistening on his chest and neck.
He looked so exhausted, but oh, so beautiful.
You climbed onto his lap, and Michael's arms wrapped around your waist before you had a chance to fully settle. His chest expanded as your legs bracketed his, your smaller body melting into his much bigger one naturally.
"Besides...," You continued, a hint of tease in your voice as you settled in the moment, gentle hands pushing the stray strands of hair away from his face. "No one could ever dance as good as you do."
Michael laughed, the tiniest of tension dripping from his shoulders as he squeezed your waist. He missed this. The warmth coming from your whole body, the comforting touch on his face that kept reminding him of home, those sweet lips of yours that had the ability to make him blush like a teenager.
"That's a bit overboard."
"No, it's not."
"Yes, it is."
"Michael, you're the most talented person in the whole world. And I mean it." You narrowed your eyes at him.
He sighed at the praise, melting underneath the weight of your body, his own going slack as your slow, steady hands played with his hair. You curled a piece around your finger, tugging on it ever so gently, causing Michael's hands to twitch on your waist. He not so secretly loved when you did this.
All of the praises he got from his peers and colleagues could never bring him this much joy. This, here, with you, felt real: no fake sympathy, respect that meant nothing behind the closed doors, bows and applauses that didn't matter at the end of the day. This, you, was authentic, real, a connection that was worth more than any fame or respect in the world. He knew that.
"I love you. You're working too hard," You whispered, quieter now, and Michael's long fingers tightened on your waist just a fraction. "I'm so proud of you, baby."
"You're so beautiful. Like an angel. Always taking my breath away," You continued, your fingers tracing the sharp edge of Michael's jaw, then moving up his nose, careful, a small smile playing on your lips as Michael's body twitched underneath you, unconsciously seeking more of the attention. The praises travelled through his whole body, a deeply settled insecurity regarding his appearance slowly melting away as he took in your awed expression.
"Keep— keep talking. Please." He swallowed, leaning into your touch, his face inches away from yours now, embarrassment flooding his body as he felt his cock twitch in his pants.
You felt it, too. Suddenly very aware of your core pressed tightly against his crotch, something you ignored in the moment of fondness but prominent now. You tutted as Michael's arms tightened around your back, breath shallow and eyes clouded with devotion and something deeper beyond the surface — desire.
"You like it when I talk about how pretty you are?" He nodded, desperate, his face rubbing against your palm lovingly. "You are, Mikey. Everything about you is perfect. Like a work of art, only for me to admire, to love, to cherish. I love your eyes. How you look at me like I'm the only one that matters, even in a room full of people. This pretty little nose...," You pecked the tip of it, earning a nervous giggle from Michael. His cheeks turned rosy as you kissed the soft skin there, giving him all of your undivided attention to prove your point. "Those lips. Drive me insane. This beautiful smile, yeah, this one—"
You starting laughing as Michael's lips pressed tightly against yours, heightening your arousal that slowly started to spread across your body as you praised him. His cock jumped in his pants at the sound of your voice, your smile against his lips, that beautiful melody that's your laugh echoing through the room.
Michael whimpered into the kiss, quiet and unfiltered, his hips flexing underneath you as he tugged on your — his — shirt covering your body, already craving the feel of your bare skin against his.
You used your tongue to part Michael's lips, and he obeyed immediately, moaning into your mouth as you licked your way into his, completely taking control over the kiss. You knew Michael needed this, needed the adrenaline that comes with being desired. His brows furrowed as he sinks further into the sheets, hips rising off the mattress to search for the warmth of your sweet cunt on his achingly hard cock.
"I need you, baby—" He sighed into your mouth, and you sucked on his tongue, humming lowly while your hips began to move on their own, the buildup of your desire leaving you grinding down onto his cock. You could feel the outline of him through his pants, big and aching and ready for whatever you'd give him, ready to burst from a simple touch. "O-oh, angel girl—"
"Feels good?" You moan, leaving a wet spot on Michael's pants where you connected over and over again, not pulling away from a second. You fought with the urge to close your eyes, instead tugging on Michael's hair to get him to look at you, at the effect he had on you. "Of course it does. My good boy, always so obedient. What do you think your fans would say if they saw you like this— oh— completely at my mercy? What would they say, Mikey?"
You grinded harder, your hips working in tandem with Michael's, your bodies singing in a beautiful harmony without even trying. Your own words turned you on beyond belief, and they seemed to have the same effect on Michael.
"'m your good boy," He whispered, low and pathetic, his hands shaking with restraint as they rested on your thighs, squeezing and fondling the skin there. "Wanna be good for ya, that's all I want to do, baby—"
"What do you want?" You asked, sharp and firm, your voice dropping lower as your hands travelled down Michael's torso, playing with the buttons of his shirt and undoing them, one by one, slower than Michael would like it. The fabric felt like a barrier, a burden on his skin that was aching to be pressed against yours, but he let you take things slow, instead focusing on playing with the hem of your own shirt.
"Ah, ah, ah," You tutted, hand rising up to rest against Michael's throat, not quite squeezing, just resting there, feeling his pulse against your small palm. He let out a pained sound, half-whisper, half-sob, his hands dropping to his sides and tangling into the sheets. "No touching. Yeah, good boy. You like it when I choke you a little?"
"Yes. Fuck, yes," He groaned, teeth grinding together as you squeezed his throat experimentally, seeing just how far he's willing to take it, and to your surprise, he whined again, surer this time, hips bucking up just a fraction before dropping to the mattress.
"Yeah, you do," You smiled, biting your bottom lip as your hips faltered just a fraction, hips shaking with effort as your high creeped up on you, sudden and unexpected.
And so you stopped.
Michael's loud groan echoed through the room, annoyed, tears brimming in the corners of his eyes. The way he looked at you then sent a shiver down your spine.
Devoted. Completely and utterly under your spell.
Yet still he didn't move. Didn't say a word, didn't rush you, his eye whites showing as he looked at you pitifully, breathing shallow and unsteady.
"What do you want, Mikey? Use that pretty little mouth of yours," You whispered softly, hands moving down his torso to move his shirt out of the way, scratching his skin with your nails with enough pressure to make him hiss.
Your palm experimentally moved over the aching bulge in his pants, feather-like and soft, and it only made Michael's hips buck up into your touch.
"I— I need to feel you— I can't wait anymore," He babbled, words leaving his mouth in a hurry. You rewarded him with a small flick of your hand as it rubbed up and down his length with pressure that was not nearly enough. "Oh God— And I want you to keep talking to me. About how— p-pretty I am— and how proud you are of me— You always take such good care of me, baby, please—"
You smiled, sliding off Michael's lap only to tug on his belt, and he understood immediately what you wanted. His hands shook as they unbuckled the heavy thing, fumbling with the zipper of his pants and pulling them down along with his boxers, not bothering to ask for permission.
His cock sprang free from the confines of his clothing, bobbing in the air freely and then hitting Michael's stomach with a wet sound. He whined — soft, desperate. You could see the effort it took for him to not touch himself, not give into the feeling until you made a move, allowed it.
"So pretty, so, so fucking beautiful," You whispered, taking in the sight in front of you with your bottom lip stuck between your teeth. You didn't lie; every inch of Michael was perfect, starting with his perfectly sculpted face, to his lean body, strong thighs, and the cock that sat between them. He was big, flushed, looking as if a simple touch from you could make him come. It looked painful, and you only cooed at the sight.
"Want me to touch you, angel face? Want to cum so bad, don't you, sweetie?"
"Yes, God, yes," He breathed out, and you wasted no time climbing back into his lap, straddling one of the very thighs that drove you insane. Your pussy rubbed against Michael's soft, brown skin as you sat down, leaning in to peck his lips.
"Please."
The way he said it, soft and sweet, his mouth instinctively chasing after yours, made you smile. You kissed him again, slower this time, your fingers tracing soft circles on the skin of his thigh, dangerously close to his aching, throbbing cock.
"So good for me. You can touch me, baby— Yeah, take what you need," You praised him softly, finally giving him the permission to touch you, feel your skin under his fingertips. Slowly, almost painfully so, your palm reached its destination. Michael's own hands travelled up your body, one hand resting on the small of your back, the other sliding up to hold your hair out of your face while you kissed him. His touch was firm but delicate, claiming your body without taking control, letting you take the initiative without a word of protest.
Your fingers wrapped around his girthy cock with undeniable precision, the one that came from knowing his body way too well. Michael whined into your mouth, his hips bucking up into your palm, a soft cry leaving his mouth right after. He was on edge, and you knew it.
"Such a good boy. You're doing so perfect for me, look at how well you're taking me," You whispered against his lips, your hand beginning to stroke him slowly, your wrist flicking in a way that you knew drove Michael crazy. Your thumb rubbed against his sensitive slit with each movement, and Michael sighed, eyes rolling back into his head.
Your lips disconnected as soon as you began your little demonstrations on his dick, a string of saliva still connecting the two of you long after he pulled away. His head fell back against the headboard, eyes half-lidded, clouded with lust and ultimate devotion.
"So good, ma," He whined, licking his lips as you sped up, just enough to make him dizzy and hot. Michael's body shook underneath you, his hold on you tightening just a fraction, letting you know just how much he enjoyed it.
"I know, baby, you're so hard for me, so fucking big. You're practically drooling, that's what a little attention does to you, huh? Falling apart so prettily for me. You're so pathetic it's cute," You said, voice fond and affectionate even when your words did nothing but humiliate him. Michael's body shook as your hand became a blur, your pace suddenly changed into something charged with animalistic desire — desire to watch him fall apart.
"I'm so close, don't you—"
"I know, angel boy, I'm not stopping, I'm right here—"
"I love you so much, oh God, I love you—"
"What do you need, Mikey?" You flicked your wrist in the right way, watching his face confront in pleasure, your hand beginning to hurt from the rough, demanding pace you've set. You couldn't stop, though, no: not when Michael's hips began to thrust up into your hand and his soft sobs echoed through the room.
"Can you— can you put your hand there— oh— jus' need a little more," He silently begged with his eyes, interlocking your fingers with his and bringing them to his neck. You immediately knew what was going on.
He truly needed for you to choke him in order to reach his peak.
And so you obeyed. You applied a little pressure to his pulse point, squeezing the sides of his throat in the most delicious way, feeling his Adam's apple bob as you did.
You squeezed harder, checking Michael's face for any type of discomfort, but all you could see was utter, devoted pleasure. His eyes rolled back into his head, curls sticking to his sweaty forehead, and his chest glistened in the moonlight, heaving with every, choked up breath he took. The feeling of your hand on his dick was like no other: your grip was as tight as a glove, not as tight as your pussy, but enough to make him lose his mind.
"You like it when I do this, don't you?" You punctuated your words with a tight squeeze to the base of his cock and his throat, pulling his foreskin down to have him as sensitive as possible. Michael whined — a pained, desperate sob from somewhere deep in his chest that made your pussy throb against his leg. "You carry the whole world on your shoulders. You work so hard. Let me take care of you the way you deserve, baby."
"I'm right there," He moaned through another sob that shook his whole body, his hand clawing at the one squeezing his throat. He wasn't trying to push you away, just anchoring himself in the moment, needing to feel the warmth of your skin against his palm. "I'm right there, angel—"
"Yeah, take it. Take it like a good boy, that's right—"
Your hand movements became a blur, palm hitting his lower abdomen with every stroke, every squeeze to his length, bursting and twitching in your palm. He wouldn't need much to unravel, and you knew it.
"C-can you kiss me, baby? Please, I need to—"
You wouldn't let him finish, immediately crashing your lips onto his with force that pushed the air out of his lungs. Michael immediately granted you access to the inside of his mouth, moaning and whimpering, loud and unfiltered, completely consumed by the pleasure surging through his body. The kiss was messy, your saliva mixing and stretching between your willing mouths when you pulled away for a breather. It dropped between you, right onto the tip of his cock, and Michael hissed, his whole body shaking as he neared that familiar peak.
"Come for me, angel boy," You whispered, knowing just how much he loved the nickname, your hand moving from his throat to grab a fistful of his hair, pulling his head back to watch every moment of his pleasure.
"I'm coming, ma, I can't hold it, I'm—"
"Yeah, good boy, such a good fucking boy, give it to me—"
Michael's back arched off the mattress, hips bucking wildly as his own body betrayed him, a gasp that sounded pained leaving his swollen lips. The first spurt of his white, sticky seed made you chuckle, watching him make a mess of himself. Your hand movements never slowed — not for a second, guiding him through the moment, your lips crashing onto his in a mess of saliva and teeth clashing, but neither of you cared. Michael pulled you closer by the hips, his grip almost painfully tight, his cum staining his expensive shirt, your hand and his chest. It was messy, and it was perfect, and it was never ending — a spurt after spurt, each one weaker than the last, but nonetheless intense.
"So good, let it out, just like that, baby," You cooed softly, continuing to stroke him through every aftershock, and Michael cried out, overstimulated to the limit, his whole body trembling underneath you.
"I can't— take no more," He whispered, soft, broken, some fresh tears staining his tears, and he looked so beautiful you wanted nothing more than to devour him whole.
"It's okay, angel face, it's okay."
"I love you. I love you so much, baby, you're doing so good," You stopped your movements altogether, even though his cock still stood tall, some droplets of cum leaking from his tip, and you collected them with the pad of your finger, bringing them to your lips with a moan. Michael sobbed softly, following the movements of your mouth with his teary eyes as you sucked on your finger, licking the remains of his cum theatrically, with intention to drive him insane again.
"Tastes so good, too. Want to try?" You moaned, and Michael's hands tightened on your thighs just a fraction, offering you a shy nod of his head.
You took two of your fingers, then, dragging them through the mess he made on his chest, collecting some of the pearly cum and immediately bringing them to his lips. You padded on Michael's bottom lip, and he obeyed immediately, granting you access. His tongue lolled out, eyes wide and cheeks rosy as your fingers snuck into his mouth, pressing down on his tongue only to watch him squirm and moan.
"Good boy. Don't you taste fucking good?" You tilted your head as Michael's lips wrapped around your digits, his brows furrowing as the tasted himself on you.
Michael both hated and loved how much this aroused him.
You caressed his cheek slowly, lovingly, watching as he came down, finding comfort in the weight of your fingers on his tongue. He eventually came down, his body melting into the mattress as he settled. You slowly withdrawed your digits, bringing Michael closer and letting him rest his head on your chest. Your unsteady heartbeat was the only thing he could focus on.
"I love you," He mumbled lowly, his face rubbing against your t-shirt in a way that immediately made you melt. "I love you, I love you, I love you—"
You laughed, out of breath, kissing the crown of his head lovingly. "And I love you. Feeling better?"
You caressed his hair, letting him wrap his arms around you and bring you impossibly closer.
"Never better."
a/n: i apologise. or not. planning to make him even whinier and more pathetic in the upcoming fics. not sorry for that either.
a/n: very quick and short! Oh maybe a little ooc/manipulative michael?
michael has stopped paying attention to the movie about an hour ago.
i mean, how can he watch another stupid action movie with unnecessary amounts of violence, explosions and gun shots when you are sitting so pretty next to him?
this is what he always does— crawls into your personal space. too close, too warm, hands wandering places they shouldn’t. especially because he’s your best friend, and friends don’t do stuff like that.
but you’re gullible. michael’s goody two shoes friend, always getting teased, always being protected with naivety. that doesn’t mean you’re dumb. you can already feel michael’s long fingers slide around your hipbones, digging into the plush of your skin with their usual possessiveness. you already know what’s coming.
then: “y’wanna sit on my lap, angel?”
michael poses it like a question. but it really isn’t. “wha— why, mikey?” you turn your head toward him.
he flashes you a lazy, filthy grin. “just comfy, sweets,” he tells you. “nothin’ wrong with that, right?”
that’s true. most of your movie nights end up with you strewn across your best friend’s lap, body extended like you’re a lazy cat while the two of you watch the television, revelling in the feeling of michael’s big hands carressing your thighs, your sides, with slow strokes.
you don’t really answer. that guilty, sinking feeling in your eyes says enough. instead, your body obeys like it doesn’t have a choice. you’re crawling over to him without a word.
like clockwork, michael spreads his thighs wider to accommodate your heart-shaped ass right to his crotch. he leans back against the sofa, the feeling of your head tucked safely under his chin as his fingers splay over your abdomen to keep you exactly there.
“y’r a good girl, you,” he presses a light, friendly kiss to the crown of your head, and you have to do your best not to squirm from how fluttery and floaty michael’s making you feel. “that’s better, isn’t it, baby?”
the scenes of the movie playing blur into meaningless dots of colour. you’re totally out of it, but you agree wholeheartedly. “yes, mikey.”
the longer you stay here—slotted against your best friend’s chest, your ass pressing into his half-hard dick, feeling the steady rise and fall of michael’s chest—the more aware you become of how his balmy hands dig into the soft of your stomach, how his legs widened. how his hips bucked up to keep himself comfortable underneath you.
“lemme in, sweet girl,” your best friend speaks against the shell of your ear, wicked grin on his face. your whole body freezes in his hold. “michael, you can’t—”
“we’ve done it a million times before,” he interrupts, pecking the top of your head once more. that’s also true, but every time he enters you, it feels like the first time all over again. “it’s nothing bad, baby. just keepin’ me warm. you know that.”
his hand already disappears under the hem of your loose shorts. “just lift your hips f’r me, sweets.”
your body just obeys, a shaky breath leaving your lips as you feel michael’s hand push your shorts down. he frees himself just as fast. “it’s gonna be okay, baby. just me.”
he’s thick. slick. hot, as he settles you back on his lap again, shorts pathetically pooling around your ankles. his cock nudges against your thigh as a silent promise.
“look, we’re not even doing anything.” michael reassures once more.
ironically, that’s the moment he chooses to push into you. the pace is slow and sweet, yet dizzying and mind-numbing. every scrape of him inside your spongey hole has you whimpering in the tension-filled room.
your mouth is gaped open, eyes squeezed shut at his intrusion. yes, every time feels like the first time because he’s just so big. your hands claw at his wrists for leverage. “m-mike, i—”
“see, ‘m not movin’.” the noiret behind you grunts, voice strained and heavy, jaw tight. “we’re not doin’ anything— you’re just keepin’ me comfortable.”
comfortable, yes. the squelching pulse of your pussy with every passing second. you feel like a balloon, completely filled to the brim with your best friend’s cock. “okay, then.” you say in a small voice.
you feel him, sitting there, silently leaking into you as you two pretend to watch the movie you weren’t paying attention to in the first place.
I hope you take requests! Could you write one where the reader sees Michael with the short hair for the first time (HIStory/MTV VMAs performance look) and it makes her lose her mind (like we all lost ours 😮💨😮💨😮💨) and Michael doesn't understand her reaction at first but teases her beyond belief once he catches on pleaaaaaaaaase. If it turns into smut then so be it 🥹
wait r we talking about the 1995 performance bc... 👀👀
im the one who said you embodied bad era mike’s filthy and dirty and mean personality in ur two fics AND U DID, TRUST. HOWEVERRR, i saw the video of him saying “happy birthday little one…”
this one here ^
and just the way he’s looking into the camera with his big doe eyes and speaking so softly just makes me picture him being like this in the bedroom. his androgynous features and his pretty face…ugh.
imagine mike on his knees, sitting pretty, and he loves being called pretty/gorgeous. (legit the complete opposite personality of what i told u i loved hehe!)
would u be a doll and write a fic based on this?! please and thank you, ml 🤍
this VIDEO BRO THIS VIDEO. crazy. absolutely illegal to look this gorgeous and innocent but also so filthy and delicious at the same time
somethin' about badera!mike being so tough and dominant at the first sight but turning a little pathetic when you praise him and worship his body after a show or a particularly demanding rehearsal?
— tags : virgin!reader, badera!michael, fingering, riding, first time, little fluff at the end
— disclaimer : y’all are so freaked out (ngl i am too bc i’m the one writing things like that) i don’t even have a plot for this one i’m just going straight to the best moment fr
ᝰ.ᐟ꩜ even though it’s the first time, who said it was not possible to have a bit of control?
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the soft hum of the air conditioner was the only sound in the room, punctuated by the rhythmic thumping of her heart against her ribs. michael’s arm was draped loosely over her waist, his thumb tracing absentminded circles over the silk of her pajamas. they were both tangled in the heavy duvet, the moonlight filtering through the blinds and casting silver stripes across his messy curls.
he leaned in closer, the scent of his cologne—something woody and familiar—filling her senses as he pressed a lingering kiss to the crook of her neck. she felt a shiver run down her spine that had nothing to do with the cold. when he pulled back, his dark eyes searched hers with an intensity that made her breath hitch. he seemed to sense the shift in the air, the way she leaned into his touch instead of away.
"you okay?" he whispered, his voice low and gravelly in the quiet of the night.
she nodded, reaching up to brush a stray hair from his forehead, her fingers lingering there. "just thinking."
"about?"
"about how much i want you," she admitted, her voice barely a breath.
michael’s expression softened, a small, tender smile tugging at the corners of his lips. he moved with a slow, deliberate grace, hovering over her while keeping his weight on his elbows. his hand moved from her waist to cup her cheek, his thumb brushing over her bottom lip. he was being so careful, so attentive, as if she were something precious he was afraid of breaking.
"i want you too," he murmured, his gaze dropping to her lips before meeting her eyes again. "but we go at your pace. always."
she reached up, pulling him down for a kiss that tasted like a promise. it started slow, a gentle exploration of heat and friction, but as he pulled her closer, the rest of the world seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of them in the cocoon of the blankets.
instead of the shy nod or the hesitant smile he was used to, she surprised him. she reached up, her fingers sliding firmly into the thick curls at the nape of his neck, and pulled him down with a sudden, deliberate strength.
the kiss was nothing like their usual gentle exchanges. it was bold, hungry, and carried a level of confidence that caught him completely off guard. she didn't wait for him to lead; she claimed his lips with a desperate fervor, her tongue tracing the seam of his mouth until he arched into her. she was kissing him as if she couldn't get enough, her movements assertive and demanding.
michael’s eyes widened for a split second against her skin, his breath hitching in his throat. he noticed the way she didn't shrink back, the way her hands didn't tremble but instead gripped him with a new sense of authority. he could feel the shift in her energy—a raw, famished intensity that replaced her usual bashfulness. it was as if she had finally decided to stop holding back, and the sheer power of her confidence sent a jolt of pure electricity through his chest.
he leaned into it, his own hands tightening on her waist as he realized that tonight, the girl he usually protected was the one taking exactly what she wanted.
michael pulled back just an inch, his lips still brushing against hers, a breathless, surprised chuckle vibrating in his chest. he looked down at her, his dark eyes sparkling with a mixture of amusement and genuine heat. the usual shyness he was so accustomed to had completely vanished, replaced by a fire that left him feeling slightly lightheaded.
"wow," he murmured, a playful, lopsided grin tugging at his lips as he tightened his grip on her waist. "what's gotten into you all of a sudden? i've never seen you this... assertive."
he let out a soft, teasing hum, his nose nipping at hers as he studied the newfound confidence in her gaze. "not that i'm complaining, mind you. but you're being so bold tonight, it’s almost like you’re trying to take charge of me."
his voice was a low, melodic velvet, dripping with a lighthearted challenge. he tilted his head, watching her closely, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw as if he were trying to uncover the secret behind her sudden spark. "is there a reason you're acting so hungry for me? because you're definitely keeping me on my toes, and i’m starting to think i might have my hands full."
she didn't answer with words. instead, she let out a soft, shaky exhale and pulled him back down, her lips finding the sensitive skin of his neck. she bit down ever so slightly, a tiny nipping motion that made him groan low in his throat, before she began to trail frantic, wet kisses up toward his ear. her body was pressed flush against his, and he could feel the heat radiating off her skin, the way she seemed to be searching for every ounce of contact possible.
her hands weren't still for a second; they wandered under the hem of his shirt, her palms flat against his warm skin, moving with a restless, starving energy. she was no longer just responding to him; she was pursuing him, her movements filled with a raw, undeniable hunger that made his head spin.
michael felt his own heart hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird. the playfulness in his expression began to fade, replaced by a heavy, hooded look of realization. he caught her wrists gently, pinning them against the pillow for just a moment to force her to look at him, his own breathing coming in shallow, ragged bursts.
"hey," he whispered, his voice dropping an octave, becoming thick and serious. he searched her eyes, seeing the dark, dilated pupils and the sheer wanting written across her face. "you're really... you're really feeling this tonight, aren't you?"
he let go of her wrists, his hand sliding down to rest over her heart, feeling it mirror the frantic pace of his own. he leaned in until their foreheads were touching, his voice barely audible.
"is this what you want? do you want to go all the way tonight?"
she looked up at him, the bold fire in her eyes momentarily softening into something more vulnerable as the weight of the question hung in the air. a light flush crept up her neck and settled into her cheeks, and for a second, she looked away before meeting his gaze again with quiet resolve.
"yes," she whispered, her voice a little small and trembling, but filled with a depth of feeling that was unmistakable. she took a shallow breath, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. "i’m sure, michael. i... i’ve never wanted anything more. i really want this. with you."
michael’s expression was a portrait of pure, tender devotion. even with the heat of the moment pulsing through him, his protective nature remained at the forefront. he didn't move immediately; instead, he searched her face, his thumb gently stroking her cheekbone as if he were trying to read every thought behind her eyes. he wanted to make sure there wasn't a single shred of doubt or pressure hiding in her heart.
"are you absolutely sure?" he asked, his voice low and incredibly gentle, like a velvet caress. "there’s no rush, you know. we can stop right now, or we can just keep kissing. i only want this if it’s exactly what you want, right this second."
he leaned in, his lips hovering just a fraction of an inch from hers, giving her every opportunity to back away. "i need you to be certain, okay? because your comfort means more to me than anything else in this world."
she let out a frustrated, needy whimper, her fingers tightening in his hair as she pulled his face back down toward hers. the wait was becoming unbearable, the heat in her belly coiling into a tight, desperate knot.
"yes, michael, please," she breathed out, the words tumbling out in a frantic rush. "i’m sure. i’m so sure. i’m literally begging you, stop talking and just... please."
a low, devilish chuckle vibrated in michael’s throat. he didn't move to continue; instead, he propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at her with a look of pure, playful mischief. he took his time, his eyes traveling slowly over her flushed face and her parted lips, clearly enjoying the way she was squirming beneath him.
"begging, are we?" he teased, his voice dropping into a velvety, rhythmic drawl. he leaned down, his lips ghosting over the shell of her ear, but he didn't kiss her. "and here i thought you were the shy one. i've never seen you so... impatient. what happened to that sweet, quiet girl i know?"
he trailed his fingers slowly down her side, barely touching her, just enough to make her skin prickle with anticipation. "you seem really, really desperate, sweetheart. are you really that hungry for me? because it’s kind of cute seeing you lose your cool like this."
he gave her a tiny, lingering peck on the tip of her nose, his eyes dancing with lighthearted malice. "maybe i should make you wait just a little bit longer, just to see how much more assertive you can get."
michael didn't make her wait any longer. he silenced her desperate protests by capturing her lips in a deep, languid kiss that seemed to pull the very air from her lungs. it wasn't the hurried kiss from before; this was slow, honey-thick, and incredibly thorough, his tongue dancing with hers in a way that made her head swim.
as they stayed locked together, he slowly shifted his weight, his lean body sliding over hers until he was fully draped against her, pinning her softly into the mattress. he was careful not to crush her, but the solid feel of him from chest to toe made her let out a muffled moan into his mouth.
his hands began a restless journey, roaming over her curves with a possessive but tender touch. he caressed the line of her hips, his palms sliding up over her ribs, his fingers grazing every inch of skin he could reach.
"you’re so beautiful," he murmured against her lips, his breath hot and smelling of mint. "you have no idea what you do to me when you look at me like that... so hungry, so sweet."
he broke the kiss to trail his lips down her jaw, his voice dropping into a raspy, seductive whisper that sent electricity through her veins. "i love how you feel underneath me. your skin is so soft, and you're so warm... you're perfect, you know that? absolutely perfect."
he moved his hand up to cradle her face, his thumb tracing the curve of her lower lip as he looked down at her with a gaze that was both incredibly soft and intensely dark. "i'm going to take such good care of you tonight. i promise. i'm going to show you exactly how much i love you."
the heat was becoming all-consuming, a fever that radiated from the core of her being and turned her blood into liquid fire. every place their skin met felt like a beautiful burn, and she found herself pressing closer, desperate to merge into him, to lose the boundary where she ended and he began. it was a physical hunger she had never experienced before—raw, heavy, and pulsing behind her ribs.
yet, woven through that burning desire was a sense of profound, quiet wonder. she felt like she was standing on the threshold of a vast, undiscovered world. every sensation was a revelation: the specific weight of his body pressing her into the mattress, the rough-soft texture of his fingertips, and the low, melodic vibration of his voice against her skin. it was the thrill of the unknown, a dizzying mix of adrenaline and discovery that made every second feel like a lifetime.
she looked up at him, completely entraged, and found herself utterly succumbing to his spell. the way the moonlight caught the sharp line of his jaw and the softness in his eyes made her heart ache with a fierce, overwhelming devotion. he wasn't just the man she wanted; he was her entire world in this moment, a steady anchor in the middle of this rising storm of sensation.
under the weight of his gaze and the tenderness of his touch, all her defenses simply melted away. she let herself fall, surrendering entirely to the charm he radiated, trusting him to lead her through this new territory. it was a total eclipse of the senses, where nothing existed except the heat of his body, the sweetness of his promises, and the beautiful, terrifying thrill of finally giving herself over to him.
sensing her anticipation, michael slowly pulled back, though his eyes never left hers. he moved with a deliberate, graceful rhythm, sitting up just enough to reach for the hem of his shirt. he wanted to show her there was nothing to fear, turning the simple act into a gesture of trust and vulnerability that only heightened the intimacy between them.
as he gripped the fabric and pulled the shirt over his head in one fluid motion, she felt her breath hitch in her throat. seeing him like this—the lean strength of his shoulders, the smooth expanse of his chest glowing under the soft silver moonlight—sent a fresh jolt of heat through her. he was breathtakingly beautiful, a perfect mix of power and gentleness, and the sight of him bare before her made the room feel suddenly much smaller and warmer.
he tossed the shirt aside, his gaze dropping back to her with a soft, knowing smile. he could see the way her eyes widened, the way her chest rose and fell in quick, shallow breaths as she took him in.
"you okay?" he asked, his voice a low, honeyed rasp. "you're looking at me like you want to eat me alive."
the sight of his bare skin made her impatience flare into a desperate, localized ache. she reached out, her fingers trembling slightly as she traced the line of his collarbone, her touch light but hungry. the confidence he was trying to instill in her had worked almost too well; she wasn't just comfortable anymore—elle était absolument impatiente.
she watched him, mesmerized by the play of shadows across his muscles as he moved, her mind racing with the realization that this was finally happening. she felt a surge of pride knowing that all of this—all of him—was hers in this moment, and the need to feel his skin against hers again, without any barriers, became a driving, frantic force in her mind.
"you're... you're so beautiful," she breathed out, her voice trembling with a mix of awe and pure, unfiltered desire. the words seemed to escape her before she could even think to hold them back, her eyes tracing every line of his torso with a hunger that made no effort to hide itself.
hearing her say it—seeing the genuine adoration and the raw want in her gaze—sent a visible shiver through michael. his pupils dilated until his eyes were almost entirely black, and he let out a low, shaky breath that sounded almost like a growl. her appreciation was the ultimate spark; it didn't just boost his confidence, it set his own blood on fire.
"you have no idea," he rasped, his voice thick with a new level of intensity. "you have no idea what you're doing to me right now."
he leaned back over her, capturing her lips again in a kiss that was much deeper and more possessive than the last. while his tongue tangled with hers, his hands moved with a slow, agonizingly careful precision. he reached for the first button of her pajama shirt, his fingers brushing against her skin, sending sparks dancing across her nerves.
one by one, he undid them, his eyes locked onto hers every time a new inch of skin was revealed. he moved with a reverence that made her feel like a masterpiece he was finally allowed to unveil. once the shirt was open, he didn't stop; his hands slid down to the waistband of her pants, his touch light and grounding.
he began to slide them down her hips with a slow, teasing pull, his movements so steady and deliberate that it only made her more frantic. she arched her back slightly, helping him, her breath hitching as the cool air hit her skin before being immediately replaced by the radiating heat of his body. he stayed close, his lips never leaving hers for more than a second, ensuring that even as the clothes disappeared, she felt completely enveloped by his presence and his touch.
with her pajamas finally gone, the cool air of the room felt like a sharp contrast to the radiating heat of michael’s body. he didn't move away to admire her from a distance; instead, he draped himself back over her, his skin finally meeting hers in a full, seamless contact that made her let out a long, shaky breath. the feeling of his bare chest against her own was a revelation—firm, warm, and pulsing with the same frantic heartbeat that was thundering in her own chest.
he propped himself up on his forearms, his dark curls falling forward as he looked down at her. his expression was no longer just playful; it was filled with a raw, almost reverent wonder. his hands, large and steady, began to wander again, tracing the curve of her waist and the flare of her hips as if he were memorizing her by touch alone.
"you have no idea," he whispered, his voice vibrating deep in his throat, "how long i've dreamed of seeing you like this. you're more beautiful than any vision i could have had."
she felt a surge of pure, unadulterated power at his words. the sight of him—this global icon, this man she admired so deeply—looking at her with such desperate, hungry devotion made her feel invincible. she didn't shrink away; instead, she arched her back, pressing her body more firmly against his, her hands sliding up his back to grip his shoulder blades.
she was famished for him, her touch becoming more insistent, her fingers digging into his muscles as she pulled him back down for another kiss. this one was even more intense, a silent communication of her readiness. she could feel his restraint beginning to fray, the way his muscles tensed under her fingertips, and it only fueled her confidence further. she wanted him to lose that legendary composure; she wanted to see exactly how much power she had over him.
michael let out a low, ragged moan into her mouth, his hands tightening on her hips. he could feel her impatience, her body practically vibrating with the need for more, and it was driving him over the edge. he began to trail a path of burning kisses from her lips down to her throat, his breath hitching as she tilted her head back to give him better access.
"you're so ready for me, aren't you?" he breathed against her skin, his voice a mix of awe and dark, simmering heat. "i can feel it... you're literally shaking."
michael’s hand slid down, his fingers grazing the elastic of her panties with a touch so light it was almost agonizing. he moved with an excruciating slowness, his eyes locked onto hers, searching for any flicker of hesitation even as the air between them grew thick with tension.
he hooked his thumbs into the sides of the fabric, inching them down over her hips. he paused halfway, his knuckles brushing against her skin, and he took a shaky breath to steady his own racing heart. the playfulness from before had completely vanished, replaced by a deep, protective seriousness that belonged only to her.
"last chance to change your mind," he whispered, his voice sounding thick and raw in the quiet room.
he didn't move another inch, holding the fabric in place, giving her the space to breathe and think. his gaze was a soft, dark velvet, grounding her despite the storm of heat swirling in her belly.
"i want this to be perfect for you. so i need to hear it again," he murmured, his thumb stroking the soft skin of her hip. "do you still want this? do you want me to keep going?"
he waited, his body poised and tense, showing her that even in his own state of desperate need, her choice was the only thing that mattered. he was hers to stop or hers to claim, and he wanted the answer to come from her own lips.
she didn't hesitate for a single second. "yes," she breathed out, the word more of a plea than a simple answer. "please, michael. keep going."
his gaze softened with an intense, soul-searing tenderness before he finally slid the last barrier away, tossing it onto the floor. the moonlight seemed to dance over her skin, and for a moment, he just looked at her, his expression one of pure, silent adoration.
"i've got you," he whispered, his voice like a vow. "i promise, i've got you."
the final barrier was gone, and for a heartbeat, time seemed to stand still. michael hovered over her, his eyes dark with a mixture of reverence and a heat so intense it felt like it could melt the very air between them. he didn't rush; he was being so incredibly patient, his every move designed to make her feel like she was the only thing that mattered in the world.
he propped himself up on his hands, his gaze traveling over her in the silver moonlight, making her feel completely seen. "you're so beautiful," he whispered again, his voice sounding raw and strained by his own restraint. "it's almost like you're made of light."
he began to kiss her again, but this time his hands were everywhere—mapping the curve of her waist, the soft skin of her thighs, his palms hot and steady against her. his touch was firm yet gentle, a soft dominance that made her feel safe enough to let go of every remaining inhibition. she felt the weight of him pressing her into the mattress, and it sent a fresh wave of fire through her veins.
she was more than ready—she was starving. the initial shyness had completely evaporated, replaced by a bold, hungry confidence. her fingers dug into the muscles of his back, her nails grazing his skin as she pulled him closer, her hips arching instinctively against his. she was making tiny, desperate sounds in the back of her throat, her breath coming in shallow hitches that mirrored the frantic beating of his own heart.
michael let out a low, shaky groan, his forehead dropping against hers as he tried to catch his breath. "you're making it so hard to be slow, sweetheart," he rasped, a playful yet desperate edge to his voice. "you're being so assertive tonight... it’s driving me absolutely crazy."
he began to use his hand to explore her further, his touch incredibly patient and fluid. he watched her face closely, his dark eyes searching for every reaction as he teased her with a slow, rhythmic grace. each movement was a promise of what was to come, but for now, he was content to let the tension build until she was practically vibrating beneath him, her confidence only growing as she realized just how much power she had over him.
michael shifted his weight slightly, hovering just over her, his dark eyes sparkling with that familiar, playful mischief. instead of giving her what she was so clearly begging for, he began to tease her, his touch ghosting over her entry with an excruciating slowness. he brushed against her, close enough to make her gasp, but deliberately held back from any real progress, just testing the waters to see how she would react.
the sensation was dizzying. a sharp, intense jolt of electricity shot straight up her spine, making her hips tilt upward instinctively to chase his touch. every tiny friction felt magnified, a rush of brand-new, overwhelming feeling that made her skin tingle and her heart pound like a hammer against her ribs.
"michael, please," she whined, her hands gripping his shoulders so tightly her knuckles turned white.
a low, pleased chuckle vibrated in his chest. he nipped at her lower lip, his gaze locked onto hers, thoroughly enjoying the sweet torture he was putting her through.
"you like that, sweetheart?" he murmured, his voice a gravelly, seductive velvet. he shifted just a fraction of an inch, teasing her again in a slow, circular motion that made her arch off the bed completely. "look at you... you're practically melting. i told you i wanted to see how impatient you could get."
he was deliberately heightening every single sensation, making her feel the agonizingly beautiful contrast between his hot skin and the cool air of the room. she was completely at the mercy of his rhythm, her breath coming in ragged, desperate pants as she realized he was testing her newfound confidence, daring her to see just how much of this sweet torment she could take before she completely lost her mind.
the playful smirk on michael’s lips softened into something much darker and more intense as he watched her squirm beneath him. he could feel the frantic heat radiating from her skin, and the temptation to push her newfound confidence just a little bit further was too hard to resist.
"you're so impatient tonight," he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly whisper against her cheek. "let's see if we can make you lose that bold little attitude completely."
slowly, deliberately, he shifted his hand down. he didn't give her what she was begging for; instead, he eased a single finger inside her.
the sensation was sudden and overwhelming, a tight, burning wave of friction that made her breath catch sharply in her throat. she let out a loud, breathless gasp, her toes curling into the sheets as she felt the solid, warm intrusion. it was entirely new, a deep and pulsing feeling that filled her just enough to make the ache for more absolutely unbearable.
"michael..." she whined, her head tossing back against the pillow as her hips instinctively hitched upward, trying to pull him deeper.
"hush, sweetheart," he coaxed, letting out a soft, satisfied hum at her reaction.
he kept his movement agonizingly slow, curling his finger slightly inside her in a lazy, rhythmic motion that seemed to target every single nerve ending. he watched her face closely, admiring the way her eyes clouded over with pure pleasure and how her lips parted, desperate for air. he was completely taking his time, using that single finger to tease her, mapping out her warmth and stretching the tension until the room felt like it was about to burst from the sheer heat between them.
the agonizingly slow rhythm was driving her completely over the edge. the single finger moving inside her with such lazy, deliberate precision was creating a tight, coiling friction that made her entire body tremble. the initial confidence she had shown earlier had melted into a desperate, beautiful vulnerability, and she couldn't hold back anymore.
"michael... please," she gasped, her voice cracking as she threw her head back against the pillow. her hands moved from his shoulders to his wrists, her fingers tightening around them as if she could pull him closer by force. "i can't... please don't make me wait anymore. i need you."
michael stopped his movement for a heartbeat, hovering just over her. a low, heavy groan escaped his throat at the sound of her begging, his composure finally showing signs of cracking under the weight of her pleas. but he still didn't give in completely; instead, he leaned down until his lips were brushing the shell of her ear, his breath hot and ragged.
"need me to do what, sweetheart?" he murmured, his voice dropping into a deep, raspy whisper that sent a fresh wave of electricity down her spine. "tell me exactly what you want."
"you," she sobbed out softly, her hips moving instinctively against his hand, chasing the contact that was driving her crazy. "i want you inside me. please, michael, i'm begging you... stop teasing me."
hearing her speak those words so desperately, without a shred of her usual bashfulness, sent a visible jolt through him. his chest rose and fell in heavy, shallow bursts, and the playful glint in his dark eyes vanished entirely, replaced by a dark, consuming heat. he slowly withdrew his finger, making her let out a whimper of protest, before he shifted his weight to settle firmly between her thighs, his bare skin pressing flat against hers as he prepared to finally give her exactly what she was crying out for.
michael shifted his weight, his bare skin pressing flat against hers as he positioned himself at her entry. the playfulness was completely gone now, replaced by a deep, protective reverence. he knew how much trust she was placing in him, and he was determined to make this moment as safe and gentle as possible for her first time.
"look at me, sweetheart," he whispered, his voice a low, thick melody as he reached up to frame her face with both hands, his thumbs wiping away the sweat at her temples. "just breathe with me. keep looking at my eyes."
slowly, with an excruciatingly gentle care, he began to push forward.
the initial entry was tight and intense, a sharp wave of brand-new friction that made her stretch beneath him, her eyes widening as her fingers dug deep into the muscles of his shoulders. she let out a tight, breathless gasp, her body tensing instinctively at the unfamiliar sensation of being filled.
the moment he felt her tense, michael stopped instantly. he didn't move an inch further, anchoring his weight on his elbows so he wouldn't crush her. his breath was coming in short, ragged hitches, his own muscles trembling from the sheer effort of holding back, but his focus remained entirely on her.
"i'm sorry, i know... just breathe, love," he murmured against her lips, pressing a succession of soft, feather-light kisses to her mouth, her cheeks, and her forehead to distract her from the sting. "i'm staying right here. i won't move until you tell me to."
he waited patiently in the quiet room, letting her body adjust to his presence. he kept his dark eyes locked onto hers, searching her expression for any sign of real distress, his hands smoothing down her arms in a soothing, grounding rhythm.
"how does it feel?" he whispered, his voice dripping with anxiety and tenderness. "are you okay? do you want me to stop?"
she took a long, trembling breath, her eyes locked onto his dark, worried gaze. the initial sharpness began to dull, melting into a heavy, deep warmth that radiated through her entire body as she adjusted to him. the feeling of being completely filled by him, of having him so close, replaced any lingering discomfort with a wave of profound relief and affection.
"no... don't stop," she whispered, her voice still a bit breathless but steadying. a soft, genuine smile tugged at the corners of her lips. "i'm okay, michael. it feels... amazing. please don't stop."
hearing her words, a look of immense relief washed over his face, followed by a surge of dark, tender heat. "you're doing so well," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion as he leaned down to press a deep, lingering kiss to her lips.
slowly, with the utmost caution, he began to move. his first few thrusts were incredibly slow and shallow, a gentle testing of the waters to ensure she remained comfortable. he kept his hands firmly planted on either side of her head, his eyes never leaving hers, reading every twitch of her brow and every change in her breathing.
as the rhythm established itself, the pace naturally began to deepen. the gentleness of his approach allowed her confidence to flood right back in. she began to find her own rhythm within his, her hips tilting up to meet him, her hands sliding down his back to grip the tight muscles of his waist, pulling him closer. the slow, steady friction was building that tight, coiling fire in her belly all over again, and the quiet room was soon filled with the soft, rhythmic sound of their skin meeting and the quickening pace of their shared breath.
the rhythm between them grew seamless, the initial hesitation completely dissolving into a shared, intoxicating heat. every slow, deep movement became a language of its own, a perfect synchronization of their bodies that left them both entirely breathless.
michael let out a low, gravelly groan against her neck, his restraint finally snapping as he felt the way she was welcoming him, her body completely adapting to his presence. the tenderness was still there, but it was now laced with a raw, undeniable passion. his thrusts became deeper, more confident, driven by the intense pleasure that was clearly washing over him. his skin was slick with sweat, glowing under the moonlight as he pushed them both closer to the edge.
she was completely lost in the sensation, her head tossing back against the pillow as a soft, continuous stream of whimpers escaped her lips. it felt better than anything she could have ever imagined—a deep, heavy ache that was being answered perfectly by every shift of his weight. the confidence she had felt earlier returned in full force; she arched her back to meet him, her legs wrapping tightly around his hips to pull him even deeper, desperate to feel every single ounce of him.
"you feel so good," michael rasped, his voice thick and completely undone. he buried his face in her hair, his chest heaving against hers as the friction built into a roaring fire. "sweetheart... i can't get enough of you."
they were both caught in the exact same storm, riding the wave of a shared crescendo that filled the quiet bedroom with the frantic sound of their breathing and the undeniable rhythm of their love. nothing else existed outside the perimeter of the bed—just the overwhelming warmth, the friction of their skin, and the pure, unadulterated bliss of losing themselves in each other completely.
the heat in her belly was mounting to a fever pitch, blurring the edges of her conscious thought until only pure, instinctual desire remained. through the hazy rush of pleasure, a sudden, thrilling idea took root in her mind. she didn’t want to just be carried away by his rhythm anymore; the overwhelming sensation of discovering this whole new world had unlocked a bold, untouchable confidence inside her. she wanted to see him from above, to feel the power of guiding the friction herself.
before michael could register the sudden shift in her energy, she placed her palms flat against his gleaming, muscular chest and gave a firm, decisive push.
michael let out a sharp, breathless gasp of surprise as his balance broke. he tumbled backward onto the pillows, his dark curls spilling messy across the sheets, his eyes widening in utter astonishment.
taking advantage of his shock, she moved with a fluid, natural grace that surprised them both. she slid her knees up on either side of his hips, straddling him completely and settling her weight over his lap. the sudden change in position altered the angle of their connection entirely, sending a sharp, deep jolt of electricity straight to her core that made her arch her back and let out a shaky, desperate moan.
"oh..." michael rasped, his voice dropping an octave into a completely undone, gravelly register. his hands flew instinctively to her waist, his large fingers gripping her hips tightly to steady her, though he didn't try to take back control.
she looked down at him, her chest heaving, her hair falling like a dark silk curtain around her flushed face. looking at him from this vantage point—seeing the legendary michael jackson completely flat on his back beneath her, his chest rising and falling in frantic bursts, his jaw tightly clenched, and his dark eyes burning with absolute submission to her whim—sent a rush of adrenaline through her veins that was just as intoxicating as the physical pleasure.
"you... you really are full of surprises tonight, aren't you?" he breathed out, a helpless, smoldering smile tugging at the corner of his lips as his grip on her hips tightened, waiting to see exactly what she was going to do with her newfound power.
"i want to try something," she said, her voice dropping into a low, confident murmur that held none of her usual hesitation. she looked straight into his eyes, her lips curving into a small, daring smile as she shifted her weight slightly on top of him, asserting her position.
michael’s breath hitched completely. hearing that fierce, playful confidence in her voice sent a violent jolt of heat straight through him. he stared up at her, utterly captivated, finding her a thousand times more alluring in this moment than he ever could have imagined. there was something intensely intoxicating about seeing her drop all her shyness, completely owning her desires and taking exactly what she wanted from him.
"is that so?" he rasped, his voice sounding thick, deep, and thoroughly undone.
a low, helpless chuckle vibrated in his throat, but his eyes were dark and burning with an intense appreciation. his large hands slid up from her waist to cup the back of her thighs, his fingers digging in softly as he looked at her like she was the only thing that mattered in the universe. he was completely mesmerized by the sheer power she was radiating right now.
"go ahead then, sweetheart," he murmured, his jaw clenching as he braced himself under her gaze, a smoldering, proud smile playing on his lips. "show me. i'm all yours."
she took a deep, steadying breath, keeping her eyes locked onto his as she slowly began to guide herself down. sitting up on top of him changed the angle completely, making the sensation feel entirely new and incredibly deep. she moved with an agonizingly slow precision, lowering her hips inch by inch, giving her body the time to adjust to the overwhelming fullness of having him beneath her.
a soft, shaky gasp escaped her lips as she felt the intense friction of his warmth stretching her all over again. she paused for a moment, her hands resting flat against his firm chest to stabilize herself, her muscles trembling slightly from the sheer concentration of controlling the pace.
michael didn’t try to rush her or force the movement. he lay perfectly still beneath her, his head sunk back into the pillows, but his body was completely rigid with tension. his fingers dug firmly into the soft skin of her thighs, anchoring her, his knuckles turning white from the immense effort it took to keep himself under control.
"you're doing so good, sweetheart," he rasped out, his jaw clenched so tightly the muscles in his neck stood out. his breathing was short and shallow, his dark eyes fixed on her face with a mixture of intense pride and pure, burning desire. "take your time... just like that."
the sheer confidence of being in charge, combined with the slow, deep heat building up between them, made her feel incredibly powerful. she took another shallow breath and let herself sink just a fraction lower, a dazed, blissful smile breaking through her focused expression as she completely mastered the new position.
once she was fully settled and the initial intensity transformed into a deep, comforting warmth, she began to move. she started with a slow, cautious tilt of her hips, testing the waters and exploring the friction of this brand-new vantage point.
the sensation was immediate and overwhelming. moving on top allowed her to feel every single ridge of his warmth, sending a sharp, intoxicating ripple of pleasure straight to her core. she let out a long, trembling sigh, her head bowing forward as her hair brushed against his chest.
michael let out a low, ragged groan that seemed to come from the very depths of his chest. his eyes, which had been locked onto hers, drifted shut for a fraction of a second as his head sank deeper into the pillow. his hands on her thighs tightened instinctively, his large fingers applying just enough pressure to ground her as she set the pace.
"oh, god," he rasped, his voice thick and completely strained by the effort of remaining still. "just like that... you're doing perfectly, love."
encouraged by his reaction, her confidence flared again. she lifted her hips slightly, starting a slow, rhythmic vertical motion that was agonizingly deliberate. she watched his face closely, completely mesmerized by the effect she was having on him. his jaw was clenched, his breath coming in short, jagged hitches, and a fine sheen of sweat was beginning to glow on his shoulders under the moonlight. she was entirely in control now, and the feeling of his complete surrender beneath her was just as addictive as the slow, building fire between them.
the slow, rhythmic friction she was controlling was driving michael completely out of his mind. his legendary composure fractured entirely, and any remaining attempt to stay passive melted away under the sheer intensity of what he was feeling. he was loving this far too much, his body reacting instinctively to the incredible warmth and the perfect angle of her movements.
"ah... sweetheart," he choked out, his voice dropping into a raw, gravelly moan that he couldn't even try to hold back.
his eyes flew open, dark and completely glazed over with pure, unadulterated pleasure. he stared up at her, his vision blurring slightly as he took in the sight of her moving above him, completely owning her power. the feeling of her tightening around him with every slow rise and fall was sweet torture, sending waves of intense heat straight up his spine.
unable to just lie still anymore, his hands slid up from her thighs to grip her hips with a sudden, firm desperation. he didn't take over the pace—he wanted her to stay in control—but he began to lift his own hips slightly to meet her, deepening the friction and pushing himself up into her warmth with every stroke.
his jaw was completely clenched, the muscles in his neck taut as a fine sheen of sweat coated his bare chest. he let out a short, ragged breath with every movement, completely undone by the rhythm she was setting. he was entirely at her mercy, losing himself completely in the sensation of her body against his, his fingers digging into her skin as he rode the wave of pleasure she was giving him.
she kept going, her movements growing smoother and more confident as she locked into the rhythm. the friction was deepening with every single slide, and the sheer pleasure of it was becoming so intense that it completely caught michael off guard. a wave of genuine shock washed over him; he had never expected it to feel this overwhelming, this raw, or this incredibly good.
"oh my god... ah..." he gasped out, a loud, breathless moan tearing from his throat before he could even think to suppress it.
his head thrashed back against the pillows, his dark curls scattering wildly. he was completely undone, utterly defenseless against the pace she was setting. every time she rose and sank back down, a fresh, involuntary whimper or a deep, gravelly groan escaped his parted lips, filling the quiet, moonlit room with the continuous sound of his surrender.
his eyes were wide and clouded with a dazed, completely shocked expression, staring up at her as if he couldn't quite comprehend how she was making him feel this much. his hands remained locked onto her hips, his fingers digging into her skin with a frantic, desperate grip, but he couldn't even manage to lift himself to meet her anymore; he was completely paralyzed by the sheer sensation, entirely at the mercy of her rhythm while his chest heaved in rapid, shallow bursts.
she was completely swept away by the exact same storm. looking down at him and hearing those deep, breathless moans tear from his throat sent a thrilling surge of pleasure straight through her, magnifying everything she was feeling a hundred times over. she was absolutely loving it, the intense, heavy warmth spreading from her core until her entire body felt alive and tingly.
"michael... ah..." she whimpered, her voice cracking as she threw her head back, her hair flying over her shoulders.
the feeling of having him completely inside her, combined with the absolute freedom of setting her own pace, was more intoxicating than anything she could have ever dreamed of. she arching her back, her muscles tightening around him instinctively with every slow, deliberate slide. it felt so good that a dizzying sensation washed over her, making her eyes flutter shut as she surrendered entirely to the rhythm.
her hands moved down his chest, her fingers digging into his slick, warm skin just to find some kind of leverage as the friction built into a roaring fire. she was completely lost in the sensation, her breath coming in short, ragged pants that matched his own, both of them completely caught up in the pure, unadulterated bliss of the moment.
the heat between them was reaching a dangerous, undeniable peak. michael could feel the familiar, coiling tension tightening deep in his belly, a sharp, electric rush warning him that he was starting to approach his limit much faster than he had anticipated.
"sweetheart... wait, ah..." he gasped out, his voice dropping into a desperate, gravelly rasp as his eyes flew open, completely wide and dark with a mix of shock and pure ecstasy.
he was taking an unbelievable amount of pleasure from this, completely overwhelmed by how incredible she was doing. the way she was holding her ground, maintaining that perfect, agonizingly deep rhythm without a single trace of her usual shyness, was driving him absolutely insane. she was handling him so perfectly, adapting to his body with a natural, fierce confidence that made every single friction feel completely magnified, pulling him closer and closer to the edge with every slide of her hips.
his hands on her waist turned frantic, his large fingers digging deep into her skin as his hips gave a small, involuntary jerk upward, completely helpless against the intense warmth wrapping around him. his chest was heaving, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached, while a continuous, broken stream of low groans escaped his lips, completely undone by the fact that she was assuring everything so perfectly, leaving him entirely at her mercy.
the tension was completely snapping now. michael could feel himself teetering right on the very edge, the coiling heat in his belly turning into a blinding, electric rush that he couldn't hold back for a single second longer. he truly felt that he was about to finish, and the sheer, overwhelming realization of it completely broke what little control he had left.
"oh god... ah, no... i can't—" he choked out, his voice completely fracturing into a loud, desperate moan that echoed through the quiet room.
his head thrashed violently against the pillow, his eyes tightly shut as his jaw clenched in pure, agonizing ecstasy. he couldn't stop the continuous stream of deep, gravelly groans and breathless whimpers from tearing out of his chest with every single move she made. the friction of her hips against him was far too perfect, far too intense, and every slide felt like a wave of pure fire rushing straight up his spine.
his hands on her waist grew entirely frantic, his fingers digging in with a desperate, white-knuckled grip as his body trembled beneath her. he was completely at her mercy, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps, his entire being utterly undone by how incredible she felt and how beautifully she was commanding the rhythm that was about to push him over the brink.
the final friction broke through the last of his restraint, and michael completely snapped. the blinding, electric rush coiled deep in his belly finally erupted, pushing him right over the edge into a sudden, shattering finish.
"ah... *oh god*... !"
a loud, raw cry tore from his throat, completely uninhibited and echoed into the quiet room. his hips gave a sharp, involuntary arch upward, burying himself as deeply as possible inside her warmth as his entire body went completely rigid beneath her.
the sensation that washed over him was something he had absolutely never felt before in his entire life. it wasn't just a release; it was a profound, deeply intense wave of pure ecstasy that felt almost spiritual, a complete shattering of his mind and body that left him totally breathless. as the intense, pulsing waves of pleasure washed through him, a look of genuine, profound shock crossed his features. his eyes flew open, completely wide and dazed, staring up at her in utter astonishment as if he couldn't comprehend how a human being could possibly experience something so intensely beautiful.
he couldn't move an inch, paralyzed by the sheer power of it. a continuous, trembling stream of breathy moans and broken whispers escaped his parted lips while his chest heaved in frantic, shallow gasps. his hands, still locked tightly on her hips, were shaking violently, his fingers clinging to her as his head sank back into the pillow, completely undone, overwhelmed, and forever changed by what she had just given him.
the sudden, intense reaction of michael’s body beneath her—the way he completely unraveled and buried himself so deeply inside her—sent a violent jolt of electricity straight to her own core. seeing him that undone, combined with the pulsing warmth that now filled her entirely, pushed her right over the very edge.
"michael... oh!"
she let out a loud, breathless gasp, her voice completely cracking as her own finish hit her like a sudden, beautiful wave. her eyes flew open for a split second, clouded with pure, dazed wonder, before her eyelids fluttered shut and her head fell forward against his neck.
the sensation was overwhelming, a deep, radiating fire that started at her core and rushed through every single nerve ending in her body. her muscles tightened around him in a series of intense, involuntary pulses, matching the rhythm of his own release. she completely lost all control over her body, her hips trembling violently as she sunk fully down against him, unable to move another inch.
she melted completely over his chest, her heart hammering wildly against his ribs. a continuous, soft stream of shaky whimpers and shallow pants escaped her lips, her breath hot against his skin as the intense waves of pleasure slowly began to settle into a deep, comforting warmth. they lay there completely locked together, tangled in the sheets and the moonlight, both of them utterly breathless and trembling from the shared intensity of a moment that neither of them would ever forget.
a low, breathless sound started deep in his chest, vibrating against her where she lay melted over him. before she could even look up to see what it was, the sound broke into a soft, helpless laugh. it wasn’t a mock, but a laugh of pure, unadulterated shock and disbelief.
"oh my god," michael breathlessly chuckled, his head shaking back and forth against the pillow as his shoulders trembled beneath her.
he wrapped his large arms completely around her waist, pulling her even closer against his heaving chest, his forehead coming to rest against her shoulder as the soft laughter continued to escape him. he was just so utterly stunned by what had just happened, his mind still spinning from the sheer intensity of it.
"i can't believe... i mean, sweetheart," he rasped out, his voice a mix of awe and a slight, playful embarrassment as he looked up at her, his dark eyes wide and shining in the moonlight. "you completely took down all my defenses. you handled that like you've been doing it your whole life."
he let out another soft laugh, a beautiful, genuine smile spreading across his flushed face, though his cheeks darkened slightly with a soft blush.
"i mean, look at me... i completely lost it," he whispered, a bit sheepishly, tracing the line of her spine with his fingers. "i was supposed to be the gentle, experienced one, and i ended up finishing so pathetically quickly because of how amazing you were. you completely broke me, love."
she shifted slightly on her elbows, her hair falling around them like a curtain, and looked down into his eyes with a tiny hint of that familiar shyness creeping back in.
"did i... did i really do okay?" she asked, her voice soft and a little hesitant after all the boldness she had just shown.
michael’s smile softened instantly, the playful teasing melting away to leave nothing but pure, infinite tenderness. he brought his hands up to frame her face, his thumbs gently brushing over her cheeks, which were still warm and flushed from the effort.
"did you do okay?" he repeated in a breath, looking up at her as if she were the most incredible thing he had ever seen. "sweetheart, you were absolutely amazing. you completely took my breath away."
he leaned up to press a tender, lingering kiss to her lips, taking his time to make sure she felt every ounce of the gratitude and love washing over him. when he pulled back just an inch, his dark eyes grew a little more serious, filled with a deep, protective care.
"but you know, that’s not even the most important part for me," he murmured, gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. "the only thing that truly matters is that you had fun. i just want to know how you feel. do you feel okay, love? are you happy?"
"yes," she whispered, a bright, genuine smile breaking across her face as she leaned down to rest her forehead against his. "i feel amazing, michael. it was... perfect."
hearing her words, the last bit of tension completely melted from his body. he let out a soft, contented sigh and wrapped his long arms securely around her back, pulling her down fully against his chest for a deep, enveloping hug. he buried his face in her hair, holding her so tightly and warmly, just enjoying the quiet, rhythmic beat of her heart against his own.
they stayed like that for a long, peaceful moment under the moonlight, his large hands gently stroking up and down her back in a soothing pattern.
but then, that familiar, playful spark crept back into his eyes. he shifted slightly, loosening his grip just enough to look up at her, a beautiful, teasing smirk tugging at the corner of his lips.
"well," he murmured, his voice dropping into a low, smoldering purr as he nipped affectionately at her earlobe, "since you did so incredibly well tonight... i have to say, i really hope i get to see this confident, adventurous side of you much more often."
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who wants to see more pathetic michael ??? ME BITCH 😈😈😈😈😈😈😈😈
idk if u take requests but could u write a michael fic (maybe mature era) where he’s a sugar daddy/dilf?? i been obsessed with him recently especially mature era🤭
well, yes. mature era is one of my absolute FAVS
(and daddy kink goes hard)
either being a babysitter for his babies, loving 'em as if they're your own and michael's wife (imaginary.) is not around that much, too busy focusing on work so she neglects him and his needs.
or, more in that direction — you're younger than him, obviously, and his first instinct is to protect you, baby you and shower you with his love and devotion, but being an absolute FREAAAAK in the sheets. including daddy kink. yeah.
