Partition
hi! there are some holes in this as bill bray was no longer working for michael during this time but I thought it was a nice touch.
I hope you enjoy :)
warnings — smut, public sex, usage of good boy, michael is switch? soft dom? usage of mama, sweetheart, and, doll. Michael is a sweetheartt, kinda cute (minors dni)
Dating a man who has the whole world at his fingertips comes with its own set of exciting perks, yet there were still things you'd prefer not having to be a part of.
Like award ceremonies.
It had been over four years since Michael had last attended a major music award ceremony, and although being in the same room as many talented artists—some almost reaching Michael’s level of talent intrigue you.
So when Michael asked you to attend the World Music Awards with the high expectation of you saying yes, you were beyond reluctant.
But how could you say no to him?
Michael was an incredible man with a way about him that no one else could match. His ability to convince you to do the things you didn’t want to do amazed you— he was truly something.
“Sweetheart— look, I know you hate going to these types of events, but I’d love to have you by my side. Only you,” He said, his arms resting around your waist. He stood a full 5’9 inches above you, and although that wasn’t strikingly tall, it was different for both of you.
“Please, baby. I’ll make it up to you after?” You shook your head in annoyance before turning to face him, which you knew you shouldn’t have done when you’re trying to say no to something.
“Mike—“ His eyes— captivatingly beautiful gazed back at me, and from there I knew it didn't matter what I said. I was going.
“Alright, Michael. But you owe me,” you say sharply, turning on your heel to walk away.
So that was the end of that discussion.
And then the memory fades, leaving you sitting in a chair as your makeup artist works her skilled hands, assuring that you’re prepared.
Being next to royalty guarantees that you had to look as such too. The dress you wore was silky and flowy, yet it managed to showcase your curves. It had a smooth, glowing, soft sheen with beautiful undertones that paired well with your soft skin.
As you looked at yourself in the mirror, captivated by how good you looked, all you could imagine was how good Michael probably looked as well.
You sigh, picking the purse up that was left on the table in front of you— wrapping it around your arm.
“Thank you, baby.” Your rich voice slips through the air as you stand and move toward the door, referring to your makeup artist.
To your utter relief, Michael appears to be right outside waiting for you. A smile on his face that radiated only astonishment, as if proud of what he has.
Bill opens the door for both of you.
“Ladies first,” Michael says with a breathy laugh that only leads to you busting out in a giggle.
As you both settle in the car, you could feel his gaze on you.
“Baby, you’re so beautiful,” he says, his voice appearing to be only a whisper in the limelight. You could feel him place his hand on your thigh
“Mhm, tell me more,” you tease jokingly with a smile as you lean into his touch, desiring more.
That’s when the idea came to you.
A rather filthy one you can admit– but he did owe you.
You decided you were gonna tease him all night.
You decided you were gonna tease him all night, make him not even think of requesting your presence at something as important as this.
Make him beg– make him needy for you in many ways that required more than stolen glances.
He was going to wish he’d never asked.
You smile to yourself; even thinking about it turned you on in the slightest way.
The thought of the King of Pop being out of his element and made to bow made you feel things…
Feel things beyond description.
“Whatcha smiling about?” Michael gazes at you, his eyebrow raising in question as his hand rubs your thigh softly.
“Nothin’, baby. You look handsome tonight.” You use your hand to move the fly hair out of his face as the car pulls to a stop.
As you step out of the car, your boyfriend’s hand in yours as you walk down the red carpet with the confidence of a queen and king.
You smile at all the right times, pose when needed. It was as if you were made for the cameras— all Michael could do was stare at you.
He bends down to whisper in your ear, soft reassurance: “You’re so gorgeous, sweetheart. I’m so glad you’re mine.” Your eyes radiate a very soft glow as you look at him with such love. The cameras could see them as well.
As you begin to settle in your seats, with tables that only held four people, you grabbed Michael’s hand, looking at him with a slight smile.
As the ceremony moves into its first major category yet— your mind wasn't on that damn award.
Keeping true to your idea, your hand slowly travels to Michael's thigh under the Table—you feel him stiffen. But you paid him no mind.
Your hand continues traveling up his thigh until your hand rests upon his clothed cock, which begins to raise the moment you touch him. What a fucking needy man.
He grabs your hand— sustaining it in one place before whispering in your ear, swallowing in embarrassment
“Mama—” you yank out of his soft grip before slowly rubbing your palm against his member
You can hear him stifling a groan as he tries his hardest not to make any noise, covering his mouth.
Sweet torture it was— because although you know you shouldn’t be doing it in public, you enjoyed making him feel good regardless of where you were.
But he isn’t making any move to stop you, huh?
You whisper in his ear– “You’re so good for me, Mikey. You know how to be so so good for me.” While multiple people enter the stage with their ‘captivating’ speeches, you're captivated by the beautiful man beside you.
That makes his breath hitch in his throat as a moan threatens to slip out those lips— but as a good boy does, he stays quiet.
You slowly remove your hand, leaving him stranded without your touch– his face red and his breathing loud..
You got him all the way up before getting him all the way down again.
Over time, Michael is granted the Artist of the Millennium award. He never stops short of shouting you out and appreciating you and your grandeur. You were so proud of the man, so proud of the impact he has made.
After winning the award— Michael rushes to his seat with an idea in mind. He grabs your hand, rushing you out of the building so fast you didn’t have time to say bye to the people at your table.
Bill immediately pulls up, opening the door for the two of you.
Michael allows you to go inside first but follows suit shortly after, anger in his eyes.
“Bill— could you close the partition please?” He says sharply.
The partition slowly closes, and he’s immediately on you; he pulls you into a kiss– his tongue wrapping around yours as you slip your fingers into his hair.
He pulls you onto his lap, and begins raising his hips to meet yours; he kisses you with the same perfectionism he uses in his work.
“Doll— doin that in public… that wasn’t nice of you, huh?” He says, his voice sounding breathy as he begins kissing you again with the same level of intensity as before.
“Mhm— I know, baby.” You honestly couldn't care less. You loved torturing him— loved making him beg.
“You were such a good fuckin’ boy for me, Michael,” you say, your voice sounding different in the night— you grind your hips upon him slowly. “So fucking good— let me take what I wanted… you probably would let me do anything to you, huh?” He groans, his lustful eyes looking directly at you.
“Lemme taste you, need to taste you,” Michael says as his head falls on your shoulder, so needy.
He uses his strength to flip you over, your back now lying on the seat of the car.
He kisses you, his kisses leading down to your clothed pussy
“I love how you smell, baby… just wanna taste you so bad,” he mumbles as he rubs his nose against your pussy
He slides your panties to your side and starts slowly, as if savoring your taste— before sucking on your clit
The moans you were letting out were uncontrollably loud and you’re sure bill heard you— Michael slides his middle finger inside your entrance fucking you with his finger as he continues lapping you pussy with his tongue groaning at how good you taste
you ground your hips into the air at the pleasure— you were so fucking close— so close to cummin
“F-fuck Mike— bout to cum f’you” you let out one last moan before your body begins shaking in pleasure as you cum on his finger.
He slowly travels back up to you, face to face to you now
“Open your mouth, baby” He says before he puts his finger inside your mouth. “Only fair that you taste how good you are, too” He smirks– you could feel his hardened cock on your thigh and your eyes roll back into your head at thought of him fucking you.
“You want me to fuck you, sweet girl? Want me to show you how bad you’ve been?” He says softly, his hand once again traveling to your sensitive clit.
“Mike. Stop playin—“ you playfully slap him, gaining a groan from the lips you adored
“Fuck me. Show me how good YOU are” you say a smirk on your face as a laugh threatens to spill out.
He immediately unbuckles his pants, taking his beautiful cock out… so fucking beautiful, you moan at the thought of it being inside you.
Without another second of thought, he slides it inside your tight pussy— and you both whimper, the feeling of his cock practically hitting your cervix. It was as if you were harmonizing, producing a song only you two knew about.
He slowly moves– slowly fucking into your cunt almost as painful as you touching him like that in public with the knowledge that he can’t do anything.
He whispers sweet words in your ear, almost as if he’s saying a prayer.
“You are so beautiful, mama”
“Fit perfectly around my d-dick almost like you were made for me…” He whimpers saying this one… and you shudder at the noise as you hold onto him your arms wrapped around his neck.
“Wanna cum with you, wanna cum together— please, mama” He begs, moaning as he sloppily pounded into your pussy.
“Yes, Yes, Yes Michael– please” you pull him into a kiss, a long lasting kiss. He breaks apart as he begins pumping his load inside you– the moment you feel him cum your vision is now filled with stars a cum on his cock, his very beautiful one
He finally collapses his body weight pressing into her.
This is when you both finally realize the car was no longer moving—
You gasp as the partition begins to slowly open and all you hear is a disconcerted Bill.
“Y'all done yet?”
