synopsis: Michael invites you over to show some of the new songs he’s been working on, but thanks to a late-night thunderstorm, you two are left in the dark, alone.
content: 18+ MDNI! smut, originally written with badera!michael in mind, but can go for any era i think. unprotected p-n-v, use of ‘mama’ bc i can’t get enough, mike being a sweet heart ofc, sex in the dark???, softdom!michael, porn with a little plot use of ‘Y/N’ (don’t kill me), black!reader, established relationship (best friends), barely proofread
author’s note: current 5am and i stayed up just so i could finish this pos💀 first time writing smut so i really don’t know how to feel about it but we ball. please feel free to leave a comment and lmk what you think🥰and request are open bc i get writers block too fast💀 enjoy🫶🏼
“And you see, after this part, you’d hear some of those drums I was talking about,” Michael beamed, pointing at the lyrics he had written in his notebook.
Michael had invited you over a couple of hours ago to show you some of the demos he’d been working on. Well, more like begged.It seemed like he found any reason to have you over these days.
”’S getting real hot out, you should come for a swim”
” Y’wanna watch a movie tonight? I just had new snacks put in the theater”
”I think the animals miss you; you should come by”
And every time, you’d be on your way without hesitation. No matter how obvious it was that he just wanted to see you, you'd still play into whatever excuse he came up with.
You watched as Michael bopped his head to a rhythm only he could hear, his eyes sparkling with excitement, like he already knew he was sitting on yet another pile of gold.
“Y’know…” a slight smirk creeping onto your face, “it seems like you've got your mind all made up; you don't need my help at all.” You can't help but tease, slowly pushing yourself off the couch.
Michael playfully rolled his eyes, his head lolling to the side as he looked up at you from his chair. “Well, didn't say I needed your help, I just wanted you to give’em a listen,” he bit his lip, struggling to hide his smile. His eyes analyzed your every move, his heel digging into the carpet as if to anchor himself from sliding in your path.
“Whatcha tired of me already?” The words tumbled out of his mouth, sounding slightly more desperate and self-deprecating than he intended. You couldn't help but chuckle at how adorable he was when trying to hide his neediness.
“Mhm-Yup!” You give him a dramatic fake yawn, “so tired that I need to get a snack to keep my energy up,” you tease, leaning over to caress his chin as you walk past. “And I wanna see if the rain lightened up, some.” Michael practically melted right there, failing to come up with any response before you stepped out of the soundproofed studio room.
He yearned for your touch, any ounce of it. Every hug, every playful nudge, he cherished it all. But Michael is no stranger to denying himself happiness; he couldn't possibly ask her for more, especially when he wanted a lot more than he was willing to admit. Just the thought alone makes his pants suddenly feel two sizes too small.
Michael always tried to hype himself up before you came, doing his usual mantras and affirmations to give himself the courage he thought he needed. But every time you came around, he was like putty in the palm of your hands.
The moment you stepped out of the studio, the sounds of the harsh rain patting against the windows echoed through the large, silent home. It started raining shortly after you arrived, seeming to only get worse since. You made your way downstairs into the kitchen, thunder crackling through the house only motivating you to get back upstairs into the quiet as soon as possible.
You stood in the fridge, grabbing a handful of grapes while scanning for something else to get your hands on, then,
You immediately shut the fridge to conserve the cool air inside; it was a power outage. “Shit…” you muttered, shoving the last couple of grapes into your mouth before carefully moving around the dark kitchen, the large windows doing very little to aid the situation.
“Y/N??”You could hear the slight panic in his voice when he called out for you.
”…I think the power went out”
”…Just stay right there! I-I'll be right down!”
It wasn't long before you heard him slowly padding down the stairs, carefully guarding the flame of a candle. “You aren't hurt, are you?” he asked, the moment you met him at the bottom of the steps. “No, Michael.” You shook your head with a smile, “Not everyone is clumsy like you, you know?”
He parts his lips to speak, only to give you that sheepish grin. Letting out a heavy sigh.
Once again, the two of you were left in darkness. “I think it might be more matches somewhere in the kitchen,” Michael said, immediately trying to rectify his mistake.
“Just stay close and tell me where to look.” You chuckled, squinting slightly as your eyes panned around you, trying to make out anything that could be an obstacle in the dark. Michael hesitated for a moment, slowly reaching out to rest his hands on what could only be your hips. The last thing he wanted to do was trip and fall and make a bigger fool of himself.
Carefully, you began to make your way back into the kitchen. Michael pressed closer and closer to you with each step. “It might be in one of the drawers,” his soft-spoken voice spilled into your ears like honey as he held himself close from behind. And it didn't help that he had what seemed like twenty-something different kitchen drawers.
“You’re helpless, you know that?” You mutter as you reach your hands out to feel for the counter, then the drawer handles.
“… maybe I'm just helpless around you…”Michael let out a breath, his grip tightening on her waist ever so slightly. It's funny; no matter what he did, he always seemed to find his courage waiting for him in the dark. Like something forgotten, as if he never knew he had lost it.
“Is that why your breathin’ down my neck like somethin’s gonna getcha?” You chuckle while carefully moving your hands around the inside of the first drawer, feeling for anything that resembles a pack of matches.
“Sh-Shut up.” Michael smiled to himself, leaning his head over her shoulder. His thumbs rubbed gentle circles against your skin, his body relaxing into yours as you shifted to the next drawer. Your head tilts to the side ever so slightly, subconsciously allowing him more space.
“Okay, well, poking me isn't gonna make me find the matches any faster.” You chuckle, bringing an item close to your face to inspect despite the darkness.
“I ain't poking you, girl”
“haha very funny.” You chuckle, “I feel you poking me, pervert”
Michael’s brows furrowed slightly, confused about what you would possibly mean. “Pervert?” He repeated, he truly was clueless, and you tried to ignore it. But then you felt it again. “Yes! You just did it again! You poked me on my butt”
Michael’s grip on your waist tightened again, almost like a reminder of where his hands really were. He hadn't realized how close he was to you until then. “You feel my hands on you?” he leaned into your ear, his voice dropping an octave.
“Yeah?” you responded, clearly confused.
“…okay, but there's still someth-”
Michael slowly started to grind his boner into your ass, gently tugging you closer to him in tandem with his gentle thrust. “So, tell me what it is then.” you can hear him smirk, “since you're so sure.”
Your mind went blank, mentally buffering, and all you could do was gently grip the edge of the counter. There was so much happening yet nothing at all. On one hand, you couldn't see a thing, but on the other you couldn't help but feel the heat pool between your thighs while Michael had you playing ‘Guess Who’.
“C'mon...”He hummed, slowly placing hot, wet kisses onto the side of your neck. His teeth grazing and nipping against your skin, only to glide his tongue across the same spot. The soft sigh that left your lips only made him want to push you further.
“M-Maybe I'd be able to guess if I could feel it better...”The sentence came out sounding more timid than you anticipated. “It's kind of hard to tell...” you chuckle in a poor attempt to hide your nerves.
Michael pulled away just enough to turn you around in his arms, the two of you now face to face despite only being able to see each other’s silhouettes. Gently, he takes your hand into his own, slowly guiding it lower and lower until your hand pressed right against the bulge in his pants.
His hips almost instinctively start to shift, ever so slowly grinding himself against your palm while his fingers found their way into the hem of your shorts. Pulling you closer like he was scared you'd fall. “Mmm, made your guess yet, mama?” he purred; you could feel his intense gaze burning down into you.
Michael slowly slipped his hand beneath your shorts, the fingers grazing along the growing damp spot on your panties. “Hm? I asked you a question, pretty girl,” he accentuated his statement by pressing his fingers onto your sensitive heat.
A soft yet desperate whine escaped your lips, your fingers already toying with the button on his jeans. “I-i think I need to feel all of it...” You felt his hand slowly slip out of your pants, his gentle fingers working your shorts down your legs.
“Is that so? Hm?” Michael leaned in, his breath fanning down onto you. His hands slowly slid up your sides, caressing your body before pulling you into him. His lips captured yours in a desperate kiss, his body practically melted into you when you returned the kiss with the same amount of hunger and depravity he had for you.
But he didn't rush; he wasn't sloppy or rough. Michael held onto you like a precious artifact, his hand exploring your body like pages in a story that's starting to get good. He had been wanting this moment longer than he’d care to admit, and he wasn't going to take it for granted.
“Tell me again.” Michael pulled away slightly. “Tell me what you want,” he began his assault on your neck as his fingers began to undo his jeans. Kissing and sucking down your throat, leaving small purple bruises in their wake.
You wrap your arms around his neck, slightly arching your back into him. You couldn't be bothered to feel embarrassed by how desperate you were, especially when all you wanted in that moment was him. “Mikey…please…I jus’ wanna feel it,” you whine, feeling the way he shifts between your legs to get his bottoms off.
Slowly, Michael hooks his finger into your skimpy little lace panties and slides them to the side just enough to expose your leaking cunt to the open air. Slightly grazing his middle finger against your aching clit, causing you to jolt before dipping his finger deep inside of you.
“Mmm..” you tip your head back slightly, moaning softly while your fingers dig into the fabric of his shirt. He pulls his finger out only to add another when he pushes them back into you. Pumping in and out of you at an agonizing pace; not fast enough to push you over the edge, but slow enough to keep those pretty sounds spilling from your lips.
Michael slowly pulled his fingers out, sliding your slick over your sensitive nub. “Sh-..Stop teasin’..” you whimpered; the sound of him sucking your essence off his own fingers was enough to make you come undone right there.
“I got you, mama.” He hushed, his left hand holding you close by the small of your back, while his right hooked under your leg to hold you. His hips bucked forwarded slightly, his tip slipping between your glistening folds. Your body shuddering and your chest heaving, Michael angled his hips slightly as she slowly pushed himself into you.
Your head immediately fell back, gripping onto the counter behind you as Michael gave you a moment to adjust. The lightning that struck outside the window behind you was the only source of light that allowed you a glimpse into the full scene that was unfolding. His length slowly disappeared inside of you, sucking in a sharp breath once he finally bottomed out.
“Mm, so tight, mama,” Michael mumbled, leaning in closer while keeping your leg hoisted up. “Just relax f’me...” he cooed, using his free hand to reach down and rub tight circles against your clit while peppering kisses along your neck.
Once he had you right where he wanted, Michael slowly pulled himself out before plunging back into you. Rocking his hips into you while those soft whines spilled from your lips. “P-Please…F-…oh god…”you bad zero clue what you were begging for; your mind was clouded from the sheer amount of pleasure he was giving you.
His pace began to quicken, soft moans spilling from his lips with each thrust. Hips angled *juuusstt* right so his tip grazes that little spongy bit deep inside you just right.
The only sounds that could be heard were the soft pitter-patter of the thunderstorm outside and sloppy, wet sounds of your two bodies connecting. Michael’s grip tightened around you, holding your waist as she hoisted you up onto the counter. His large hands pushed your thighs apart, holding your legs open while he plowed into you.
If you didn't know any better, you'd say he was possessed. You would've never imagined that the sweet boy that you had spent so much time with would ever be capable of fucking you into oblivion on his kitchen counter in the middle of a power outage.
“Takin’ me so good, baby.” Michael kept his tight grip on your legs, biting his lip in a poor attempt at stifling his whimpers and whines. You, on the other hand, were a babbling, moaning mess. Pulling at his shirt until the collar hung loosely around his neck, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes as he abused your pretty little hole.
“Mich-..I-..shh..I…I can't,” you pleaded, heat coiling deep in your core. Shaking your head despite your body betraying you; your hips relaxing enough to just let him get you over the finish line. “Yes, you can baby, just f’me. Let me feel it.” his forehead pressed against yours, wrapping his arms around you, his body melting into yours. His breathing growing uneven as he chased his own orgasm.
“O-ohh fuck…oh f-….”Your legs wrapped around Michael’s waist, your body convulsing slightly as you cried out his name. Clawing at his clothed back while he continued to plow into you, working you through your orgasm while chasing his own.
It only took a few more thrusts until he pulled out of you. Michael’s eyes squeezed shut, moaning and whining while his hips stuttered. His cum rained down over your stomach and inner thighs.
Neither of you said anything for a long moment, just the sound of both of your breathing slowly returning to normal pace. “Y/N?” Michael hummed, back to his shy, soft-spoken self as if he didn't unleash all his demons onto her.
“…When d’you think the power will be back?”
“I'm not sure, angel face”
”You're poking me again...”
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