summary: you and michael take a trip to turks and caicos for his 48th birthday. he stresses about life back at home, but you have a solution to make it all better. it is the night before his birthday after all.
pairings: mature!michael x black wife!reader
cw: 18+ (mdni), sub!michael, dom!reader, porn with plot, NASTY!, a good bit of french kissing, spit play, creampie, cum eating, choking (if you squint!), face sitting, multiple orgasms (f), mommy kink…
a/n: happy august! sub mature michael is underrated. finished this at 2am. i ain’t proofread shit so if it sounds repetitive, i'm sorry! :,(
!!! my writing is strictly fiction and not meant to be realistic. i’m just a silly fangirl with a big imagination. ◡̈
the moonlight reflected in the quiet ocean, the only sound being their relationship wed by gravity, crashing the waves onto the shore. outside, the air was so thick and humid, every exhale felt as if smoke fell from your lips and back into the wind, just to inhale it again.
inside of the vacation home, the lights were dim, provided by the candles lit on every surface. the scent of linen and wax was potent, along with the smell of fruity, red wine.
every sip you took stained your tongue, leaving the bittersweet taste in your mouth. the wine was starting to coat your blood cells; you were already starting to feel lighter on your feet.
the color of the red wine matched perfectly with the red robe you wore, black lace trimming the hem. you sat on the loveseat in front of your husband, legs crossed, eyes watching his every expression as he talked.
he rambled on and on about how things must be at home. he worried about the kids, wondering if they were still studying their school stuff as they were instructed to do before you left.
he worried about the tour coming up and how much he'd have to come up with in order to profit from it.
"michael." you spoke slow and sweetly, almost in a maternal tone.
"your birthday is tomorrow. relax, honey. everything is taken care of." you set your wine glass onto the coffee table that separated the both of you. your lipstick stained the rim, leaving a perfect outline of your lips.
he put his face in his hands, shaking his head, before sitting back up and running his fingers through his hair. he sighed and reached for his wine glass, taking a slow sip. he held onto the stem, swirling the sacred liquid around, the dregs sticking to the sides of the glass.
you look at him with concern. you stood from your place on the loveseat, making your way to the matching chair in front of you. you stood behind michael, bringing your hands down to his shoulders and massaging.
he exhaled under your touch, the sounds of the ocean vigorously crashing into the shore filling the short silence.
he tilted his head to the side as you continued working your hands from his shoulders to the middle of the top of his back.
"tell me, baby," your tone was low. "what’s going on in that pretty head of yours, hm?"
he sat for a minute, pondering on your question. his eyebrows raised slightly in consideration before speaking.
"i--it's nothing. i'm just tired." he finally answered.
"we can go to bed early, michael. it's your night." you bent down to kiss behind his ear.
he shuddered under your touch. "no, not like that. i've just been working. i'm a little stressed, that's all."
you settled your arms around his shoulders, your chin rested on the back of the loveseat.
"you're tense." you whispered down into his ear, referring to the massage you gave him.
he nodded his head, the breath leaving his lungs.
'"let me ease the tension in you." you breathed, taking a part of his earlobe between your teeth.
he shivered again, goosebumps visible on his arms.
"see." you spoke seductively. "let mama take care of you tonight."
you walked in front of the chair, your fingers lingering on his shoulder before trailing down his chest. you held onto the armrest and straddled on top of him, knees digging into the cushion on either side of him.
his breathing picked up quickly, unrhythmic exhales falling from his mouth. you brought your lips to his cheek, trailing until you reached the corner of his lips.
then, you pressed your red-stained lips onto his. the first initial kiss was sweet, until you went in for the second. your lips sucked onto his bottom lips hungrily, wanting every ounce of him as close to you as possible. your tongue stuck in between his lips. he started to suck lightly, tasting the wine stained in your mouth, leaving him wanting more.
his hands that were rested on your hips traveled down to your ass, softly holding them, not wanting to rush into something you don't want.
you pulled back from the kiss and spoke.
"grab me. let it relieve your stress."
he looked into your eyes, glazed over with lust and the sweetness he possessed.
you nodded, a smile sneaking its way onto your lips. even after all these years, his innocence remained.
you crashed your lips back onto his, searching for that same closeness you craved so desperately.
michael's long fingers dug into the soft of your ass, causing you to gasp into the kiss. you felt the heat travel to your core, leaving a small wet spot in your undies.
you took your lips off of his, trailing kisses from under his jaw onto his neck, bringing a hand to his jawline to keep his face locked in position.
his breathing was loud and heavy, his head becoming with lust and need. he needed to feel you.
as if you read his mind, you pulled away once more, moving from the straddled position and onto your feet.
"come see me in the bedroom." your eyes were low, holding a dangerous stare that could make any man fall to his knees.
michael sat in the chair, lipstick stained all over his lips, jaw, and neck. he looked undeniably sexy sitting there, completely marked and stained by your lipstick.
you strut to the bedroom, hearing him scramble behind you, a smirk appearing on your face.
you had him wrapped around your fingers. but, he was right where he wanted to be.
michael stood to his feet, grabbing his wine glass, taking a long sip, before setting it down and following behind you.
you stood on the opposite side of the room, facing the bed. he eventually walked in and sat on the edge of the bed.
you walked up to him, your fingers tracing his collar before unbuttoning each button slowly.
"this is all you wanted, isn't it?" you spoke in a sultry tone.
he swallowed, nodding his hand fervently.
you chuckled, making your way down to the middle of his button up.
"how bad do you want it?" you asked, fidgeting with the middle button.
"so bad, mama. oh g-god. please." he muttered, giving you puppy eyes.
"please what, baby? what do you want?" you pushed the button halfway through the slit, holding it there.
"touch me. take it off. i wanna feel you." he pleaded.
pleased with his answer, you fully unbuttoned the rest at a normal pace. "anything for you, birthday boy."
you pushed his shirt off of his shoulders, letting him take his arms out. you lightly pushed his chest down, a silent command for him to lay down.
you stood straight, slowly taking your robe off, letting it fall to the ground. you stood in nothing but a matching red lace bra and panties, a diamond necklace hanging from your neck.
"let me taste you." michael spoke, licking his lips.
you cock your head to the side, a grin appearing on your face against your will. "yeah?”
he nodded, a needy and hungry expression on his face.
you hooked your fingers in the waistband of your underwear, slowly pulling them down and stepping out of them.
michael could not take his eyes off of you: the dim lights perfectly shaded every curve of your body, leaving your skin plush and soft looking.
you walked towards him, the anticipation building in his stomach falling deeper and deeper, causing his dick to twitch in his boxers.
you brought your knees on each side of the bed, crawling until your face met his. you planted a small kiss on his lips before sitting up further, aligning your core to his face.
his mouth watered seeing your flowered pussy up close. he hooked his arms under your legs, holding your waist for your stability.
you eased your way onto his face, moaning at the immediate contact.
michael's tongue grazed your clit, causing you to shake right above him. he moved his tongue up and down, collecting all of your juices into his mouth.
your head fell back, your hands finding their way to his hair, gripping onto it for support.
his tongue worked in laps on your clit: soft and calculated. you brought your head back up to look down.
you watched as he completely sucked and licked on you like you were his last meal. he felt your eyes on him, causing him to look up at you. his big, brown doe eyes fell onto yours. his eyes looked so innocent and pure, despite the dirty, vulgar acts he was in the midst of committing.
that sight alone caused you to buck your hips onto his tongue, your climax coming to a near.
"you take me so well, baby. f-fuck, mich-- oh god." you started grinding into him.
he sped his pace up, his jaw almost going numb from how much he's sucked. but he doesn't give up. not until you're satisfied.
your grip on his hair becomes tighter, your brows furrow, face scrunches up, and head immediately falls back.
"i'm gonna cum-- god- baby, y'doing so good." you say between broken moans.
michael moaned at the validation, sending vibrations straight to your core.
you feel the snap in your belly, your whole body pulsing. you groan, the air completely escaping you.
you look down again at michael, his face was coated in your release, pupils completely engulfing his irises.
you let go of his hair, feeling like you're practically floating. you unstraddle his face.
michael brings the back of his hand to his face, wiping the wetness all over his face off in a quick movement.
"d-did i do good?" michael asked, his voice low.
"you did perfect baby." you smile at him, melting his heart. "i'm not done with you, yet."
his eyes get dark, a smirk forming on his lips.
you bring a hand to his crotch, palming at his achingly hard dick. he instantly whimpered, the contact sending him over the edge.
you start to fidget with the button, quickly undoing it and zipping them down.
"take 'em off." you command.
he brings his hand to the waistband of his pants and boxers, swiftly pulling them down at the same time.
his dick sprang up immediately, hitting his stomach, his tip stopping directly under his belly button.
your teeth tug at your bottom lip. you could pop 25 kids at the very sight of him.
you brought your hand to his mouth. "spit."
he spit into your mouth, the warm substance dripping into your hands. you brought your hand to your lips, adding some of your own saliva to the mix.
you bring your wet hand to his dick and begin stroking slowly. he bucked his hips into your hand, groaning, needing to feel more of you.
"relax f'me, baby." you whisper sweetly, bending down to kiss his cheek.
you squeezed your hand around his base a little tighter, dragging torturingly, slow strokes to his base.
he whimpered, feeling completely powerless to you.
"tell me what y'want." you direct.
"i need more of you. please." his eyes were teary and full of desperation.
“y’wanna feel all of me, hm?” you tease, stroking him closer at the tip.
“y-yes, mama. please, l-let me be inside you.” he whines, his body convulsing from the attention you give his tip.
you hum in approval, giving his tip one final tug, and removing your hand from his dick. he sighed at the loss of contact.
“sit up.” you tell him and he obeys, lifting his torso up, and bringing his arms behind him to stabilize his position.
you straddle his lap, one hand lingering on his shoulder, another grabbing his inches and lining it up with your entrance.
“how bad do y’want it?” you start to move his tip up and down your folds, your breath slightly hitching and his moans becoming whimpers at the contact.
“so bad… please, mommy. make me feel good.”
you sink yourself onto his tip, moving your hand back to his chest. a moan slipped from your lips. michael’s head falls back and his eyes squeeze shut.
you slowly start to take more and more in, your vision immediately blurring with lust. he starts to bring his hands from the mattress to your waist, helping you bottom out.
“how’s it feel?” michael asked, looking back at you. even though you were the one who would normally be in control, he always wanted to make sure you were still comfortable. never wanting to pressure you into anything you wouldn’t want.
“you fit me so good, baby.” you bite your lip, a small smile forming on your face.
the validation makes his body relax even further, a quiet, kitten-like moan falling from his lips.
you started to grind your hips slowly, letting him feel every corner of your entrance. michael squeezed your ass, already forgetting the stress that got him here in the first place.
you stop rolling your hips. “show me how much you want me.”
with that alone, michael lifted you up to the top of his dick and slammed your right back down, an unexpected move causing a moan to slip right from your mouth.
he starts fucking into you, skipping the slow, steady pace. your breath catches in your throat, constantly being interrupted by high pitched whines.
sweat formed around michael’s temple, his hair sticking to it. his mouth slightly opened, uneven breaths falling from his lips.
“god, i-i needed this so bad… fuck. you always treat me so good. i love you… shit.. i love you so much.” he spoke in broken sentences, his voice an octave lower from his regular tone.
“i love you too, m-michael.” you kiss right at the corner of his lips. “cum with me, baby.”
he nodded, fucking into you deeper, his tip brushing your cervix with each thrust. you started to feel his dick twitch inside of you.
“i’m gonna cum, mama. p-please, let me cum.”
he looks up at you, tears in his lust-lidded eyes. who could say no to an angel like him?
“cum right inside me. fill me up.”
you bring one of your hands to rest on his neckline, fingers lightly wrapping around his throat, and crash your lips onto his. the kiss is led with more tongue than lip, the sloppiness of it all almost romantic. despite the lewd acts that filled the air, there was something so poetic about the way your bodies moved together as if they had always been made for each other.
michael moaned right into your mouth, his grip on your waist strong as he pounded into you three more times. you felt his seed shoot right into your entrance. he slowly continued grinding into you, making sure to stuff his semen deep into you. the thought of it brought a release of your own, your stomach flipping, the thread in you snapping.
you rolled your hips on him for a few moments before unstraddling him. you lifted your leg and semen slowly fell from your entrance, trailing down your thigh.
you took a finger and wiped it off, bringing it between your lips and sucking the rest of it off. absolutely no part of him going to waste.
michael huffed, laying back down onto his back, arms wide open for you to fall right into him. you nestled right into him, head rested on his chest and arm lazily draped around him. he kissed you on your forehead, his thumb rubbing up and down your forearm.
“do you feel better now?” you broke the silence, your eyes falling to his chin.
he lifted his neck and bent down to try and catch your gaze.
“i feel like a new man.” he spoke. you giggled, lightly slapping his chest. your laugh was so contagious, he couldn’t help but chuckle a bit himself.
you hummed, trailing your fingers up and down his chest. you glance around the room, your eyes landing on the alarm clock on the nightstand:
you sat up, looking him in the eyes before kissing his cheek sweetly.
“happy birthday, birthday boy.” you smiled, nodding at the clock.
he turned his head, looking at the time, and looked right back to you.
“i couldn’t have asked for a better gift.”
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