His Jacket
Pairings: Michael Jackson x fem!reader
Summary: It’s been two long, excruciating weeks since you’ve seen your boyfriend, Michael. He’s been at the studio nonstop, working on his new album. The last time he was at your apartment, he accidentally left his jacket behind. Using that as an excuse, you decided to pay him a little visit…
Tags: Smut, P in V, teasing, thigh!humping, dom!Michael, sub!reader, established relationship, fingering, slight praise kink, overstimulation,
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Authors Note: Hi!! This is my first time writing a one-shot on tumblr. I usually write full length fan fics on wattpad so this is new to me as is writing smut. LOL. I still have a lot to work on but I thought this was some what okay to post. If yall have any tips/tricks or suggestions plz comment!! Don’t be shy!
You lay across your stomach, your feet lazily kicking in the air at the edge of your queen sized bed. Your emerald silk robe draped loosely over your shoulders, slipping every so often as you absentmindedly flipped through the pages of a magazine you’d already read a hundred times before.
Across your bedroom, the CD player quietly filled the room with music. You’d turned the volume down minutes ago, leaving it as little more than a soft backdrop.
The emptiness of your bedroom, usually filled with the company of your boyfriend, Michael, made you want to scream in frustration.
You toyed with the sleeve of your silk robe between your fingers, lazily drawing shapes onto it. No matter how hard you tried to focus on anything else, your thoughts kept drifting back to Michael. His smile. The kind that seemed to linger in your mind long after it was gone. The dark curls that fell around his face. His presence that somehow managed to fill every room he walked into. The sound of his voice, soft and familiar. His hands. His touch.
Oh how much you missed his touch.
Every thought seemed to circle back to him no matter how many times you tried to focus on something else.
The past two weeks you hadn’t seen each other at all due to him being at the studio 24/7. Quincy was very strict on his schedule especially towards the end of the recording process of an album. You knew how much of a grueling process it was. You had of course been calling each other whenever he could, but it wasn’t the same as actually seeing him. Between recording sessions, rehearsals, and endless hours at the studio, Michael had practically been living there.
You had been together for two years now. By this point, you were used to it. Whenever Michael got busy at the studio, he practically lived there for days at a time.
Usually, though, he’d still find a way to see you. sometimes he’d come over to your apartment in the middle of the night when you were asleep, as he had a key to your apartment. He’d climb into your bed, just barely feeling him beside you as he would try his hardest not to wake you up. Or you’d turn over and find him sleeping next to you. Other times, you’d wake up just as he’s leaving early in the morning. Every time you thought he’d finally have a free evening, something else came up.
And as much as you understood it, you missed him.
Your eyes drift across the room toward the vanity chair tucked in the corner of your bedroom. Michael’s jacket still hung over the back of it exactly where he’d left it. You kept meaning to return it, but between your schedule and his practically living at the studio lately, you never got the chance.
Or at least, that’s what you keep telling yourself.
It still smelled like him, it begin to be the first thing you’d smell as soon as you stepped into the bedroom. Too embarrassed to admit this, but you smell it when you missed him the most.
The familiar scent had a way of pulling you backward in time, straight into some of your happiest memories together. You would catch yourself starting to day dream about him. His smile, specifically how the right side of his bottom lip would dip further down when he smiled. His laugh, you could still distinctively hear. His curls framing his face so perfectly. And his lips… god, his lips, the way he’d kiss you and you’d melt right into him.
The way he’d trail soft kisses down your body and leave marks all over you.
Everytime you think about it, you end up nearly breathless. Closing your thighs tightly as the ache for him hits you once again. You resist touching yourself to the thought of him. You couldn’t take it anymore. You couldn’t handle being away from him anymore.
You push yourself up, quickly walking to your walk in closet across the bedroom and flipping through the articles of clothing. Your eyes settled on the jacket draped over the chair once again.
You bite your lip, trying and failing, to suppress a smile tugging at the corners of your mouth as a thought slipped into your mind. You get dressed quickly, quicker than you ever had before.
As Bill arrived downstairs you quickly grabbed the jacket from the chair and slipped it on without a second thought. The moment it settled over your shoulders, the scent of his cologne immediately hit you. After two weeks, it was the closest thing you’d had to him. The closest thing to being wrapped in his arms, to leaning against him, to simply having him nearby.
The sleeves hung past your wrists, and the jacket was far too big for you, swallowing your frame in a way that should have looked ridiculous. Instead, it somehow worked. You glanced at yourself in the mirror as you headed for the door. The oversized jacket paired surprisingly well with your outfit, looking less like something you’d thrown on at the last minute and more like it was planned.
With a nervous giggle, you slipped into the backseat of the car. Bill shakes his head with a faint smile on his face. He knew you were up to no good.
The entire drive there, a strange mix of nervousness and excitement twisted in your stomach. Mostly because no one knew you were coming except Bill. You didn’t want to call the studio so they didn’t let Quincy know- then he wouldn’t let Michael come see you.
Instead you decided you were going to sneakily kidnap him from his recording session. Just for a bit… Two weeks was more than enough. Surely the world wouldn’t end if Michael stepped away from a recording session for five minutes.
Once you entered the building, most of your confidence had diminished and now you were a nervous wreck. The bold plan you’d spent the entire car ride building up in your head suddenly didn’t seem nearly as clever. But you were still sticking to the plan- you couldn’t do anything else. You needed to have at least 5 minutes alone with him.
“Here to see Michael?” The front desk receptionist, Jan, called out, pressing the receiver to her ear.
Too caught up in your thoughts, you didn’t quite hear her as you speed-walked through the hallway. This time, calling out your name louder. You blinked out of your thoughts and turned around, realizing she’d been trying to get your attention this entire time.
“Oh- yes sorry,” you laughed nervously. “I didn’t hear you.”
She nodded slowly, a crooked smile pulling at her lips as her eyes swept over your outfit. Her gaze lingered for a second too long. A knowing, slightly judgmental look crossed her face before her eyes landed on the oversized jacket draped over your shoulders. You look down at your outfit, tugging your skirt down a bit further. You hadn’t realized how short your skirt was until now. Michaels jacket had been covering most of your legs.
“He’s right down the hall, Hun. They’re about to take a break.”
With a quick nod, you crossed the hallway and made your way toward the recording studio, coming to a stop just outside the door. Suddenly you hear Quincy’s voice get louder as he starts approaching the door. His voice carried through the door, muffled enough that you couldn’t make out the words but you knew he was about to exit the room.
Swiftly, you glanced around the hallway before spotting an empty room directly across the studio. You slipped into the dark room, quietly pulling the door shut behind you. Not all the way, just enough to leave a small gap. You pressed yourself against the wall and peered through the crack. Your heart beating a little faster as you waited.
Quincy opens the door, his voice becoming louder now that he was standing in the hallway. “I’m gonna grab some coffee. Run that verse a few more times while I’m gone.” He said, pointing towards who you assume is Michael inside the studio. “Mess around with it a little. Sometimes the best stuff happens when nobody’s in the room.” He chuckles lightly, before turning around, nearly catching you staring at him through the door you’d left slightly a-jar.
You almost let out a sigh of relief as he walked away. “Alright. I think I’m getting closer.” Michael announced, before you hear his voice getting closer.
He stepped out of the studio, half his body still inside the room while the other half stood in the hallway. “Grab a glass of OJ for me, will you? Im getting thirsty.”
That was your que.
You slowly pushed the door open, peeking out into the hall to make sure Quincy was gone. Once you were sure he was gone, you quickly walked through the hall. Michael barely had time to register what was happening before you grabbed his arm and yanked him into the dark room. Quickly shutting the door behind you, before turning around.
For a moment all you could hear was his breathing. “Baby…?” His voice rang in your ear, so soft and sweet. “What’re you doing here?”
You shrug your shoulders despite it being pitch black in the room, your hands remained on the doorknob “I came to see you.” You whispered.
He didn’t speak for a few seconds, all you could hear was the sound of him shifting somewhere in the small room. Suddenly, the warm - yellow lights overhead flickered on, bathing the room in a soft glow. Your eyes frantically scanned the small room, until they land on Michael. He was standing only a few feet away, one hand still resting on the light switch, watching you with an expression you couldn’t quite read. A large wooden table sat in the center of the room, surrounded by a row of chairs that took up most of the space.
Michael slowly turned toward you, stepping in front of you until there was no avoiding his gaze.
His curls fell lazily around his eyes and face, his clothes polished and neat as always. His lips lightly parted, a hint of surprise lingered on his face as his eyes remained locked on yours
You could feel your heartbeat pounding in your chest so clearly, you almost could melt at the sight of him. Two weeks wasn’t that long, yet somehow the sight of him made it feel much longer. The urge to throw your arms around him was almost overwhelming.
A slight smirk creeps up his face, a breathy chuckle leaves his parted lips. He shook his head as he remained still infront of you, leaving only a few inches between the two of you.
“Couldn’t stay away any longer, huh?…” He murmured softly, taking a step closer, the amusement in his eyes only deepened as the distance between you disappeared little by little. He cups your jaw looking down at you with nothing short of delectation hidden deep beneath his black irises. “Wearing my jacket?” He added.
You nod your head slowly, barely registering a word he was saying. It was hard to focus on anything when your eyes are fixed on his. “You- uhm- forgot your jacket at my apartment. I was just stopping by and wanted to give it back.”
He let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head. “You came all this way…” He said slowly, one eyebrow lifting as he glanced down at the oversized jacket draped over your shoulders, toying with the buttons in his hand, before looking back at you, “to return my jacket?” He questioned. You nod, “Yeah..” Your response sounding more like a question rather than an answer.
“You sure about that?” He asked curiously, his hands had now found their way to your waist underneath the jacket. The contact sent shivers down your spine as his large hands kneaded the skin at your sides.
You swallow the lump in your throat as you look between his eyes. Nodding once again. No matter how long you’d been together, that familiar nervousness always seemed to creep in whenever he got this close. Especially when he touched you- in anyway. He’s so strikingly intimidating. The way he would tower over you and take control made you speechless.
“I don’t know… you look so sexy in it. I’m not sure I want it back anymore.” He hummed, his hands continue to caress your hips before making their way down to your backside.
He tugs at the bottom of your skirt lightly. “This for me too?”
Suddenly you find yourself not being able to express a single thought let alone a word. You stand there embarrassingly quiet.
He chuckled softly once again, his smile widening until it exposed a row of pearly whites. “Use your words for me, sweet girl. I wanna hear your voice.”
“Yes-“ you breathe out, nodding your head eagerly this time. His words were enough to make your stomach flutter. Your hands found the edges of his open flannel, gently tugging him closer. Now standing chest to chest, you tilted your head up to look at him. “I miss you so much. I just needed to see you.”
“Mmm,” He hummed softly. “I’m sorry I’ve been so distant lately.” The teasing amusement in his expression slightly faded. He softens for a moment, one of his hands lifted, gently cupping your jaw as his thumb brushed lightly against your cheek.. “Quincy has been working me like crazy. Once I’m done, I promise, I’ll be all yours again.”
Your hand lifted to rest over his, holding the one cupping your jaw. Without even thinking about it, you leaned into his touch. Your eyes drifted shut for a few brief moments as you simply stood there, letting yourself enjoy the feeling of having him close again. The warmth of his hand against your skin. The familiar comfort of his presence. “I know, it’s not your fault. I just needed to see you today. I’m so tired of missing you… and needing you.” You confessed, your eyes opening and drifting up to meet his.
Immediately you recognized the grin spreading across his face. The look that told you he’d noticed exactly how affected you were. His hand remained cupping your jaw as his thumb drifted upward, brushing lightly against your bottom lip. The gesture was absentminded, almost teasing. His eyes followed the movement for a moment before returning to yours, the smile on his face only growing by the second. “How about I make it up to you, mama?” He paused for a moment. “Right now.”
You felt your cheeks warm instantly, your grip on his flannel tightened. He noticed, of course he noticed. He loved watching the way you melted helplessly against him. The ache between your thighs growing increasingly sore as you contiune to squeeze your thighs together tightly. Your breathing grew steadily more uneven. And after two weeks apart, having him this close again was enough to make your mind completely forget how to behave.
“Please,” you breathe out “I need you so bad, Michael. You pleaded, your voice trembling slightly as you looked up at him.
He brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear before slowly leaning in. The distance between you slightly disappeared until your noses brushed, your eyes fluttered closed instinctively. A nervous breath caught in your throat as your fingers curled tighter around his flannel, gently pulling him closer, unwilling to let even an inch remain between you.
A teasing smile tugged at his lips as he leaned in the rest of the way. You instinctively parted your lips, expecting him to fully close the distance. Instead, he barely brushed his lips against yours before pulling back again, just enough to make your breath catch. The amused look in his eyes told you exactly what he was doing. He was teasing you, the realization sent a wave of nervous anticipation through you. You were convinced your knees might give out beneath you.
“Please, Mikey.” you whispered, your voice shaky with emotion, your eyes nearly rolling into the back of your head from desperation. “Don’t tease me. Not right now. I need you so bad.”
A smile tugged at his lips, and you could feel it even from this close, The look in his eyes told you he found your reaction far too amusing. If anything, your pleading only seemed to encourage him. A quiet laugh escaped him, warm and soft, and the sound alone sent another wave of nervousness through you. The tension between you only grew thicker.
He could have kept teasing you if he wanted to. Nobody knew that better than you. He always seemed to enjoy drawing out moments like this, watching your composure slowly unravel until you were completely at his mercy, unable to focus on anything except him. Until you were a crying, begging mess underneath him. But a quick glance toward the door was enough to remind him where he was. And as much as he might have enjoyed making you wait a little longer, the reality was that his break was running out.
After a few lingering seconds, his expression softened. He closed the remaining distance between you, your lips finally meeting in a clash of urgent recklessness. His lips were soft against yours, familiar in a way that immediately made your chest ache. The kiss lingered, neither of you wanted to be the first to pull away. All you could hear was the sound of your breathing and his, uneven and heavy after weeks apart.
He hums against your lips, he had been missing the feeling of touching you and being near you more than you could imagine. Lately, it felt like you were the only thing capable of pulling him out of the endless cycle of recording sessions and late nights at the studio. The sight of you standing there waiting for him, wrapped up in his oversized jacket, had completely caught him off guard. It was enough to make his head spin. Michael adored you, every stubborn, dramatic, impulsive part of you. And in moments like this, with you standing in front of him looking at him like he hung the moon, he was reminded all over again just how hopelessly gone he was for you.
He gently pulled your bottom lip between his. His groan echoed into your mind as he smiled against you, walking forward before your shoulders hit the door. You were now trapped against him.
He pulls back from the kiss as you moan from the sudden lack of contact. You immediately tried to pull him back toward you, unwilling to let the moment end so soon. A laugh escaped him, but before you could close the distance again, he planted both palms against the door on either side of your head, stopping you in your tracks. “Uh-uh,” he murmured, shaking his head. His eyes traveled over your face, clearly entertained by your determination.
“Patience, my love.” He whispered gently, a hint of breathlessness lingering in his voice as he fought back a smile. “I’m gonna make my girl feel good. But I need you to be patient, alright?” He caught his bottom lip between his teeth for a brief moment, and for a second you wished that was you. A quiet shake of his head followed as his eyes drifted over you once again, taking in the oversized jacket, the impatient look on your face, and everything in between. “Look at you…So desperate for me… so needy.”
“Please,” You whispered, the desperation in your tone was evident . “I need you, Mikey.” you admitted, your fingers tightening around his shirt.
“You came all this way just so I could fuck you, huh?” He teases, awaiting your answer before he spoke up again. “Use your words baby, cmon, I know you can.” he murmured, his voice warm with amusement.
At this point, any sense of shame or pride had gone out the door and you knew it. “Yes…” You admitted quietly.
A hungry smile spread across his face as he finally seemed to reach a decision. “Well,” He murmured. “If my baby wants me…who am I to say no?” The words hit you harder than they should have, you feel as if you could nearly collapse.
Before you could say another word, he closed the distance between you once again. His lips, soft and wet wrapped around yours like a present. Your arms slipped around his neck, holding him close as your fingers disappeared into the soft curls at the nape of his neck, pulling onto the roots.
A quiet whimper escaped him as your fingers continued to pull at his roots. In response, he slides his knee in between your thighs until it was pressed against the door.
A soft gasp escaped you against his lips, caught completely off guard by the sudden contact. He hikes up your skirt, and looks down at the pool of arousal staining your panties. His bottom lip sinks back in between his teeth. “Such a needy little thing, aren't you?" He exhales, before bringing his middle and ring fingers up to your heat, swiftly moving your panties to the side.
He smoothes past your clit and slides through your slick folds, gathering your arousal around his long and slender fingers.
The effect on you was immediate, the feeling causing your head to fall back onto the hard wooden door. He contoured the back and forth motion a few times, before he brings his fingers upwards to his lips. He slipped his fingers into his mouth, squeezing his eyes shut, his tongue swirling around his fingers and catching every drop of you.
His dick twitches in his pants, his hard-on was nearly painful but he didn’t care. You came first (literally). He always had to put you and your needs before his own. He needed to make sure you were being taken care of before he could even think about himself.
He slips his fingers out of his mouth, a mix of his saliva and your arousal coating them. Your eyes immediately followed the movement, watching his hands a little too closely, looking at them alone can make you come.
He tipped his chin upward in a silent gesture. You immediately understood what he wanted and parted your lips, your eyes never leaving his. He slips his fingers into your mouth. Your tongue immediately folding over them and swirling around them, collecting the taste of him mixed with your arousal. You grab onto his wrist, as your eyes burn into his.
His breath falters and his lips part open the slightest. “Fuck- baby.” He breathed, watching your plump pink lips as they wrapped around his fingers. Leaving messy strings of saliva as you pulled back. He started to imagine how you would look right now on your knees taking him into your mouth. The lewd sounds and the sloppy mess you cause choking on his cock, engulfed in the wet heat.
He pulls his fingers out while you continue sucking around them, your lips darkened and wet with saliva. The amusement that had been dancing in his eyes moments ago was gone, his eyes were dark and filled with lust. The look on his face said it all, he couldn’t get enough of you. No matter how much time the two of you spent together, he always looked at you like he’d been deprived of you for weeks.
You could now clearly see the print of his cock through his jeans, begging to be set free. He stepped backward, gently holding onto your wrists and guiding you with him. His eyes never left yours as he continued guiding you backward, he finally came to a stop just before reaching one of the chairs.
He lowered himself into the chair, slightly palming himself over the fabric of his jeans to relieve some pressure. Unbuckling his belt and then unzipping his jeans, he pulls them down and throws them to the side. Keeping his boxers on, he spreads his legs open even wider now, the hottest man-spread you’ve ever seen. He motions for you to come closer, his eyes briefly drifting over your heat and your legs.
“Closer.” He commands, his voice was deeper now- more focused. You take another step towards him, your knees brushed against his as you came to a stop,. “Take them off.” He gestured toward your skirt and panties. You do as he says, quickly pulling them down and throwing them to the side.
He leaned forward, his hands coming to rest on your knees. His grip was gentle, almost careful, as though he was afraid of holding you too tightly. He starts parting them, You followed every gentle adjustment he made, moving wherever he guided you without a second thought. Once your legs were parted, he helps you to rest your knees onto the chair underneath him, hovering over his thigh.
Hovering over him nervously, his hands creep up from your knees to the back of your thighs before he grips your ass firmly. Sending you a slap that made you jolt forward slightly, your hands instinctively reaching for his forearms.
His hands find their way back to your knees before sliding up and down your thighs and eventually resting on your waist. He moves one hand down, patting his own thigh. “Sit.”
You look down at him, your chest rising and falling embarrassingly heavy. You tuck a piece of hair behind your ear before swallowing the lump in your throat. You set your hands tightly on his forearms holding you up. If it wasn’t for him your knees would’ve given out underneath you seconds ago.
Slowly, you lean forward and set yourself onto his thigh. The immediate contact of your heat over the bare flesh of his thigh caused you to stiffen. A sharp breath escaped you as you leaned forward, your breathing faltering for a moment. You gripped onto his shoulder while the other hand grappled onto his wrist.
His dick twitched in his briefs as soon as he felt your wet pussy on his thigh. The feeling sending shocks of adrenaline through him. He bites back a moan, and his fingers begin to dig into your waist. Not enough to cause pain but enough to send shivers down your spine.
He urges you to move your hips and you automatically do. The feeling of finally getting some relief after so long kicks a breathy moan out of you.
“That's it, baby, just like that." He rasped, his eyes reverting back to the sticky mess you’ve already left on his thigh. The way you jerked your hips back against him and seeing your folds mold against his thigh nearly sent him into overdrive. The precum was desperately dripping from his tip, enough that it began to stain his briefs.
“Michael,” You whimpered while pressing your forehead down against his. Your brows knitted together as your eyes fluttered partially shut.
Your hips moved in quick, repetitive motions against him. The sound of your slick arousal brushing against him filled the room, blending with the steady rhythm of your movements. A quiet whine escaped you as you leaned forward, stealing a kiss from his lips. Your lips moved together effortlessly, and he melted into the kiss without hesitation.
He helped guide your hips, moving them back and forth in smooth, continuous motions without a pause. He brushed a trail of soft kisses from your lips to your cheek, lingering there for a moment before slowly moving down to your neck. One of his hands slid gently into your hair, guiding your head to the side to expose the gap of your neck to him.
His lips lingered at your neck, leaving slow, unhurried kisses against your skin. Each one was soft and deliberate, as though he was savoring the moment rather than rushing through it. Then started sucking on the delicate skin, sending shivers down your spine. In that moment you knew that he would be leaving marks all over you. You tremble at the overwhelming sensation. You could already feel the familiar fire pooling low in your abdomen. You were almost embarrassed at the thought of already coming just by grinding on his thigh.
You tried to slow the movement of your hips but Michael wouldn’t let you. His hand tightened around your hip and guiding you more firmly against him as he kept the motion steady. The sensation churned through you even more intensely than before.
He pulls his head back from your neck, pressing his forehead against yours once again. “Sweet girl, you know you can’t stop until I say so. Isn’t that right?” You nod.
“Mikey I’m- I’m gonna-” You whine, not being able to find the right words. One of his hands leave your hair, and finds its way to your heat. His thumb circles your clit and you lose your train of thought completely. You gasp and whatever you were going to say was cut off by a curse of pleasure.
“Try to keep quiet, baby.” He whispered, “Don’t want anyone to hear you.” Michael is very possessive about what’s his. He can’t have others hear how good he makes you feel. Your sweet voice whining out in pleasure was only for him to hear, no one else. Your moaning alone was a turn on for him.
You shudder underneath him. Unable to keep the steady rhythm of your hips going. You rock back and forth messily, you feel the fire build up low inside your abdomen. Your grip tightens on his shoulder and wrist.
His dazed eyes trail down your chest and slowly to your pussy. The way your clit and your folds rubbed against him desperately. Your arousal leaving trails of the warm liquid dripping down his thigh left him nearly breathless. He could feel every part of you on him, the sounds of your wetness becoming louder and louder with every rock of your hips.
“Cmon, mama. Show me how good you feel.” He encouraged, low and close to your ear.
You grab onto his wrist, his thumb still circling your clit without a break. In response, he takes your hand and pins it to your back. One of his hands tightly held yours behind your back while the other continued to rub your clit helplessly.
You throw your head back, unable to contain the breathy moans leaving your lips.
“Shh,” He shushes softly and quietly, “Only I can hear those pretty moans. No one else.” He grunted.
He lets go of your wrist pinned behind your back and re directs it to his shoulder. He moves his hand up to your chest, cupping your breasts in his hand giving them a squeeze. He lifts your shirt up, exposing your breasts, he swiftly unclips your bra and slides it off your shoulders.
Your breasts spill out and he wastes no time finding one of your nipples with his lips and gently sucking on the sensitive skin. His tongue begins to swirl around the sensitive nub before taking it in between his lips once again. Your back arches against him, and your hands found their way to the back of his neck, your fingers threading through his curls as you held him close.
“Michael, I can’t-,” You whimpered as you try to slow the roll of your hips.
He immediately grabs on to your waist with one hand, again continuing the steady rhythm. “Did I say you can stop?” He questioned.
You let out a soft, frustrated whine against him, your fingers buried in his curls as you gave them a slight pull. He groans louder than before. “Shit- pull harder.” You do as he says, your knuckles turn white as you fist his hair into your hand. “That’s it- Fuck, you’re doing so good for me, baby”
His praise broke whatever composure you had left, completely undoing you. Your body shuddered and you instinctively grabbed onto him, your body slightly lunged forward. He catches you immediately.
For a few moments, you couldn’t move at all, simply sinking into the feeling and letting it wash over you.
Michael’s hands moved from your waist to your back, gently soothing the tense muscles along your spine. Your head found its place on his shoulder as you tried to catch your breath.
After a few moments, you pull back, You hiss at the overstimulating sensation now of your clit rubbing against his skin.
“Look at the mess you made.” He coos, his eyes moving towards his thigh coated with your come. Your face lights up with embarrassment. You could almost feel the red as it invaded your cheeks.
He shushes you before you could start apologizing, he wastes no time pulling your legs toward him once again. His hands roaming the back of your thighs before grabbing your ass and placing another smack on your cheek. He picks you up and wraps your legs around him.
You wrap your arms around his neck, leaning in for another breathless kiss. He reaches the large wooden table and sets you down onto it carefully, his hand resting on your lower back.
He pulls back slightly once you were laid out onto the edge of the table. He pushes your thighs apart so he could take a better look at you. “So pretty, mama.” He coos, “This is what you get for being so patient f’me, isn’t that right?
You palm his hard dick over his boxers, rubbing over his tip before he twitches underneath you. Seeing him so hard like this for you makes your stomach twist. You never fully understood the effect you had on him. He always told you, but seeing it now is different.
You dip your finger tips into the waistband of his boxers pulling it down, his dick sprang free as it hit his stomach. The sight made your breath catch in your throat.
You’ve seen him multiple times like this but never got used to it. He was huge, one of the biggest you’ve ever seen. His cock throbbed, veiny and dark as it leaked pre-cum from the tip. So big, your whole hand couldn’t fully wrap around it. He was probably around 8 inches. Maybe bigger, you could never really tell. Your hand palming it always made the difference impossible to ignore.
You swallowed the lump in your throat, unable to tear your eyes away. You licked your lips in a terrible attempt to hide just how you were basically salivating at the sight.
You could see the excitement in his eyes along with the familiar look of lust he always wore in the bedroom. Michael was usually the one to be in control but you wanted to take a little bit of that control right now.
You wrapped your hand around his cock and nearly whined at how heavy it was. The weight of it caught you off guard, sending a small shiver through you as you adjusted your grip. You dragged his length slowly through the folds of your wet pussy, threading your sticky come through the narrow space that separated your lips.
He hisses at the contact, his grip on your waist couldn’t get tighter. It was taking everything in him to not take control and fuck you senseless right then and there. If it was up to him he would have had you gripping on for dear life while you screamed his name at the top of your lungs.
You feel the overwhelming sensation climb through your abdomen as you drag his tip across your clit and back. His cock glided between your folds with each slow roll of his hip. Teasing yourself, you brought his tip to your entrance before slowly dragging it through your folds and back to your clit. He breathes out a light chuckle, “You love when I tease you, don’t you mama?”
He was right and you hated admitting it. You slowly shook your head “No”, The word came out weak as you struggled to keep your eyes open.
Your hand rested on top of his length as he rocked his hips slightly, his tip smoothing through your folds, past your entrance and to you clit all at once.
His pre crum dripped down your stomach, gathering in the small dip of your navel.
He pulls himself away, and without further notice his fingers enter you. You clench around them as they curl inside of you. Slightly stretching you in preparation for him. “No-” You whine, your voice quiet. “I need-”
“What do you need, baby? Tell me.” He urges, his fingers continued to drive into you the thick layer of arousal allowing him to move smoothly. Each stroke spread you closer, leaving behind a glossy coating that settled into every curve and crevice.
“Need you… I need you.” You cried out, the words falling apart before you could finish them.
“That’s not good enough, I need you to be more specific.” He muttered, now adding a third finger inside you as his thumb began slowly circling your clit.
You could feel tears beginning to gather behind your closed eyelids. Your back desperately arching against the table. “Your cock- need it. Please, Mikey.” You strangle the words out.
“Mmm,” he hummed, spreading one of his hands up and down your abdomen, his precum spreading on you from earlier. “I know mama, but you have to be patient. You won’t be able to take all of me right now.”
“I will- I will, please I can’t take it anymore.” You begged, feeling the tears as they begin to drip down your face and to your ears. “Fuck me, Michael please.”
Usually, he had far more self-control than this. But with those words still echoing in his ears, he couldn’t bring himself to deny you anymore. Hearing them leave your lips nearly unraveled him. For a moment, all he could do was shut his eyes and tip his head back, trying… and failing to regain his composure.
He reaches down to grab his cock, your hand dropping and reaching for the table instead. He strokes himself, running his thumb over his tip before setting himself near your entrance. “I’m gonna need you to be very quiet for me, baby, okay?” he said, nearly breathless, the urgency in his voice was impossible to miss.
You nod your head eagerly, barely opening your glossy eyes to meet his. “Use your words.” He demands urgently. “Yes… yes okay.” You breathe out, nearly panting.
Almost immediately he pushed into you. You gasp as you feel yourself stretch around him, the familiar burning sensation hits you like a train. He hisses at the sudden warmth engulfing his length.
Instinctively, your hand flies down to his lower abdomen trying to slow his movement and ease the pressure building inside of you, as you were struggling to adjust to the sheer size of him.
He caught your hand almost immediately and gently pulled it away, guiding it back to your side “I know, baby. I know. I’ve got you.”
He stops pushing into you midway down his length, knowing that’s all you can take right now. Instead, he switched to slow, steady strokes. You were already overwhelmed, but you craved the feeling of him inside you, so much it was impossible to ignore.
You watched his brows pull together and his teeth catch his bottom lip. For a moment, he shut his eyes, a strained sound escaping him before he slowly exhaled. His hips drive into you, stretching you out some more.
He pushed in again with the an urgent buck of his hips and your eyes shot open, his pace was brutal.
“Fuck- baby you’re so tight.” He rasped. Whimpering quietly as sweat was beginning to form at his hair line.
You clenched around him, your gummy walls coating him, you could feel every vein as he pounded into you relentlessly. Which only earned another whimper from him. He never hid how good he felt while he was inside you. He praised you, your body and everything he felt or thought of in that moment would spill out of him like a loose canon.
“More-,” You breathe out. “Michael I want more.” As you gripped onto the sides of the table.
His curls nearly dripped in sweat, as they stuck to his forehead. His bottom lip almost a bright red from how much he was biting it to suppress the moans daring to leave.
He ignored your protests, fully aware you wouldn’t be able to handle much more. Continuing his relentless pace, a white circle of your come was left on his length everytime he pulled back.
He hooks his arms underneath your legs and pulls them up to rest on his shoulders he leaned forward, your thighs now resting on your chest. The shift in position sent a wave of pleasure through you, catching you completely off guard.
That was his way of shutting you up, but that only made you want more.
“Michael?” A loud voice called out from behind the wooden door. Michael’s head immediately turned toward toward the sound. Quincy was back.
Completely oblivious to the calls coming from the other side of the door, you continue. “Michael…” You whispered.
“Shh, baby. I need you to be quiet.” He urged, trying to focus on two things at once.
“Michael! Where’d he go?” The muffled voice was getting closer.
He shakes his head and leans down to kiss you, his wet lips inviting yours in, you hungrily accept. Clenching around his length and he grunts against you.
“Michael… is that you in there?” A knock on the door can be heard.
“Baby please, I want mo-,” You began to cry out, but before the sound could fully leave your lips, Michael moved with a force, sudden and swift, he bottoms out into you. A scream erupted from your throat at the instant fullness, before his hand reached over your mouth and cupped it. Suppressing you from making any further sound.
He paused inside of you for a moment, giving both of you a chance to catch your breath. Looking down at you, he shook his head in frustration. There was a hint of annoyance in his expression because he gave in and gave you what you wanted in order to keep you quiet so the two of you wouldn’t get caught.
You clench around him, adjusting to the fullness as the burning sensation can be felt as you stretch around him. His breathing coming out staggered, as he shakes his head. “Yes, just- One second!” He yells out to Quincy on the other side of the door.
A few muttered complaints can be heard through the door but your head was so wrapped up in what was going on in this room that you didn’t even notice what had just happened.
It seems as if Michael didn’t care, he continued his torturous slow pace inside of you. Each thrust came with a slight wave of pain, and he seemed to notice it almost immediately. “What did I say, huh? This is why I tell you to be patient, baby.”
He pulls out so he was halfway inside of you, readjusting to him and eventually the pleasure overrides the pain once again. He moved quickly and relentlessly inside of you.
The second his eyes met yours, the air seemed to leave your lungs.
The look on his face was nothing short of pleasure. Your chest tightened at the sight, and your breathing turned uneven as that familiar fire began to spread through your abdomen. Your legs beginning to slightly tremble on top of you.
He noticed the change in your breathing and the way you clenched around him and knew you were approaching your climax.
“Cmon baby. Let go f’me.” He breathes out, his hand trailing down your back side and up to your knee.
Eyes squeezed shut, and unable to speak, your hand now grasping Michaels while the other grasped the edge of the table
Your thighs trembled on top of you and for a brief moment, everything else faded into the background. Your moans muffled against Michael’s hand, you whimper quietly against him as the waves of pleasure shot through you. You laid there, mind completely empty, panting heavily, eyelids fluttering.
After a few unrhythmic thrusts, Michael follows right behind you. His mind exploded, white hot pleasure like lightning bolts right behind his eyes, and he came, moaning quietly. Thick, hot strands of come pulsing inside your pussy. He closed his eyes as the orgasm surged through him, tidal waves at first, turning into ripples that slowly ebbed out, leaving every muscle of his body absolutely exhausted.
His head fell lazily on your shoulder, both of you still catching your breath. He traced his fingers soothingly across your side. Leaving soft kisses along your shoulder and collar bone.
“Don’t wear that jacket around me again.” He whispered, smiling through his teeth.
You giggle, brushing his hair back and out of his face. “I just might have to if that means I can get you all to myself.”