synopsis: michael catches a glimpse of your new tattoo one day, and he grows a bit of a fascination with it. when he asks you to see it, you realize that he likes it more than you could have ever imagined
cws/tags: 18+ minors DNI, established friendship, bsf michael jackson x female reader, mutual crush (reader/michael are oblivious of each other’s feelings), smut, slight body worship, f oral receiving, overstimulation, unprotected sex, use of sex toy (vibrator). i’m obsessed with besties secretly in love sue me!!
The heat had been unbearable lately, taking away the joy of lounging in the sun, which happened to be one of your favorite activities. A perk of being best friends with Michael Jackson meant you were free to enjoy his gorgeous home, which included an equally as gorgeous pool. While you were usually determined to enjoy the sun, today was not the day.
“So hot out,” you pouted, emerging from Michael’s bathroom and into his bedroom. He was sitting on the edge of his bed, writing down what you assumed to be lyrics as you had been changing into your new bikini. “Can’t even enjoy the weather.”
Michael looked up, a small smile on his face as he met your gaze. “You already changed your mind?” He asked, gesturing to your attire. “I thought you were ready today.”
You sighed, shrugging. “Don’t think I can do it,” you replied. “Besides, the tattoo artist said I should avoid direct sunlight for a little while anyway. Don’t want her fading,” you giggled a little, tracing the edge of your tattoo that sat on your right hip. You had gotten it only a few weeks ago, and Michael had yet to see it. You were a bit worried he wouldn’t like it, although you were overjoyed with the result. The black and grey ink formed a small butterfly, half of it visible underneath the fabric of your bikini bottoms. One wing poked out, seemingly giving a little wave to anyone who was looking.
Michael’s eyes trailed down your body to where your fingers were grazing, and an unreadable expression took over his face. “When’d you get that?” He asked, his tone quieter than usual.
“Just a few weeks ago,” you told him, feeling a little self-conscious all of a sudden. Maybe he thought it was tacky? You had gotten the tattoo for yourself of course, not for Michael, yet you had wanted him to like it. It always made you feel good when he complimented you. “Went with Meg,” you said, mentioning your other closest friend. “She got the same one, but on her other hip.”
“Did it hurt?” Michael asked, his eyes not leaving the spot.
“A little,” you said, giggling quietly. “Most of my skin here is a little sensitive,” you went on, your face heating up at the admission. “Wasn’t too bad though.”
Michael didn’t say anything for a moment, and then he cleared his throat, breaking him out of whatever spell he’d been under. He smiled at you, although the warmth didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I don’t think I could sit for that,” he said, laughing a little.
“You’d be surprised,” you said, shifting your weight a little. You felt overly exposed all of a sudden, almost as if you were under a microscope. “Hey, I’m gonna get dressed again. Feels a little silly wearing this now.” Before Michael could respond, you turned on your heel and dashed back into the bathroom so quickly you almost stumbled.
Once inside, you reached to lock the door, although you knew Michael wouldn’t ever try to come inside while you were in there. Your heart was beating rapidly, and you splashed a bit of cold water on your face before sitting on the edge of the bathtub. You felt silly, completely sure you were overreacting to what might be nothing at all. Michael hadn’t said anything bad about the tattoo, but you were used to his sweet compliments and praise over things like your hair or clothes, so this felt a bit targeted. Of course, you did not need the validation of a man (even if he was also your best friend) but it would’ve been nice if he had said something sweet. It wasn’t Michael’s fault you felt this way at all, though. Maybe it was your own fault for falling in love with your best friend.
Once your breathing had slowed, you stood back up and discarded your bikini, stepping into your panties and bra. You stood there for a moment, pushing the hem of your panties down, watching the lace curve around the edge of the butterfly wing. You smiled to yourself, pulling up your skirt. The tattoo was cute, and Michael’s opinion really didn’t matter. It’s not like he would be seeing a lot of it, anyway. You’d probably forget that conversation even happened within a few days' time.
Your shirt came on next, a slightly cropped white t-shirt, which paired with the simple denim of your skirt. You noticed as you glanced up in the mirror that the yellow shade of your bra was mildly visible through the shirt, but you shrugged. Nothing you could do about it now.
“Hey,” you said, voice a little higher than usual as you stepped back into Michael’s room. “I’m back.”
Michael looked up, smiling at you. He set down the notebook he was writing in, dog-earring the page he’d been working on. “Are you feelin’ okay?”
“Yeah,” you nodded. “Must be the weather. Makin’ my head feel a little fuzzy.”
Michael smiled, patting the spot on the bed next to him. “Come ‘ere,” he said. “Haven’t seen you for a few days. I miss you.”
You smiled back despite the knot of nerves panging in your stomach, feeling a warmth spreading through your body at his words. Michael was the most affectionate friend you’d ever had, which although sweet did typically cause your thoughts to wander to other things, things that friends definitely did not do or should not be thinking about. “You’re the busy one, Mr. Superstar,” you pouted, practically jumping on the bed and into his arms.
Michael laughed, pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head. “I know,” he sighed. “Wish I could put you in my pocket and take you everywhere.”
You giggled, pushing him away a little as you disentangled from his arms. “You’re ridiculous.”
“You love it, though,” he smirked, poking your nose with his index finger.
You scrunched up your nose as that, giggling again. Maybe a little too much, you thought. “I tolerate it,” you teased. “I’m really just using you for your pool.”
Michael erupted into laughter at that, pulling you towards him as he sprawled out against his headboard, legs stretching long in front of him. The notion was ridiculous of course, which is why he laughed. Michael and you both knew that you would never use him for anything, whether it be fame, money, connections. It was perhaps why your bond was so special. You both loved and cared for each other for your hearts, and nothing else really mattered.
“The pool you haven’t touched in over a month,” he said, laughter dying down a bit.
“‘S’not my fault it’s hot as hell out there,” you exhaled, resting your head against his shoulder. Your legs stretched out across his, a warmth and comfort settling in your body at the feeling of him.
Michael giggled, pressing another soft kiss to your forehead. He loved giving you little kisses on your cheeks, nose, forehead (never your lips), which always made you face flush with heat - a heat both of you politely ignored. “That little bikini was cute,” he said after a beat of silence, his soft voice quieter than usual. “So is your tattoo. Really liked it, actually.”
You stilled, turning your head so you could meet his eyes. “You did?”
Michael nodded, biting his lower lip. “Mmhmm. Pretty tattoo for a pretty girl.”
You bit your own lip at that, unable to fight your smile. “I thought maybe you hated it,” you told him. “You looked weird when I showed you. I’m… I’m glad you like it.”
Michael shook his head, reaching for one of your hands so he could play with your fingers. “No way. Just caught me by surprise. I like it a lot. It really didn’t hurt?”
You shrugged, shaking your head a little. “Not that much. When the needle went over the bone it did,” you explained, using your free hand to trace the hipbone that your tattoo sat against beneath your clothes. “I kind of liked it though,” your face burned a little at that. “Maybe I’m a freak.”
Michael smiled, shaking his head. His eyes dropped to your hip, watching the trace of your fingers, his tongue wetting his lips. “Can I see it again?”
Your fingers stilled, and a rush of something ran throughout your body. You couldn’t exactly place it - nerves, mild arousal, anxiety. “My tattoo?” You clarified.
Michael nodded. “Yeah,” he murmured. “Is that weird? I just wanna look at it.”
You couldn’t help the laugh that came out of you, your body beginning to feel like it was floating outside of itself. Maybe you were having some kind of extremely lucid dream. “Sorry. Not laughing at you. I’m just a little nervous for some reason.”
Michael smiled, absentmindedly running his hand along your hipbone. The press of his finger was so light that you could barely feel it, but it set something ablaze in you. The room felt thick with a tension that the two of you didn’t often share. You tried to still your mild fidgeting, hoping to rid your mind of dirty thoughts. Michael was your friend. He didn’t mean anything suggestive by the question, obviously. Friends showed each other things like tattoos all the time. Yours just happened to be hidden in a moderately intimate spot. That was just a coincidence.
“It’s okay,” Michael assured you. “You don’t have to.”
“I don’t mind,” you replied, internally cringing at the soft crack of your voice. You needed to relax. “Look away for a minute,” you told him, smirking. “Don’t need you seein’ anything extra, Jackson.”
Michael rolled his eyes, covering his face with both hands before he turned away entirely. “Promise I won’t look until you tell me to.”
You smiled, taking a deep breath through your nose. You looked down at yourself, a little unsure of how to go about this. Your skirt was denim, not too tight but stiff enough that it wouldn’t completely stretch down to give an optimal view of your hip. If you lifted it up though, you would completely expose your panties. It was kind of the same thing as bikini bottoms, right? For some reason you felt paralyzed with nerves, though.
You made a decision then. You shuffled out of your skirt, folding it once and placing it next to you. You looked over at Michael, certain he wasn’t peaking at all; he was a gentleman, above all else. Your legs jittered with anticipation. You found a throw blanket at the edge of his bed, plush and warm. You tucked one leg beneath it, leaving your right hip and leg exposed. Now Michael would be able to see half of your panties, but just barely. You didn’t dare move the fabric to expose more of the tattoo. That felt too intimate.
“You can look,” you said finally, body shaking with nerves. “Don’t be weird about it.”
Michael laughed, uncovering his face. The laughter died in his throat as soon as he looked at you, mildly exposed on the bed next to him. He wet his lips again, his eyes zoning in on that damn butterfly. “Wow,” he said, sounding just as breathless as you felt. He glanced over at your discarded skirt. “It’s so small,” he murmured, eyes back on your tattoo. “Real cute, honey.” He shuffled himself so that he was on the other side of you, closer to the tattoo. He hovered a hand over your hip, not touching but not shying away from being near you. You could feel the warmth radiating from his hand on your skin, and it made you squirm a bit.
“Thank you, Michael,” you said, voice just a notch above a whisper. You felt like you were on another planet at the moment. Who knew an impromptu tattoo would lead to this?
“The other wing is underneath your panties?” He asked.
The bold-nature of the question made you giggle. “Well yeah. I didn’t get half of a butterfly put on my body.”
Michael smirked, laughing a little at your response. “Hm.” He paused, looking up at you. “Can I see the rest?”
You gulped, raising an eyebrow. “R-really?”
Michael shrugged a little, smiling. “‘S really cute. I can’t see it?”
Your breath caught in your throat. If you didn’t know any better you’d think Michael was hitting on you. Surely he was just curious, right? “Uh, yeah. I mean, I guess.” You couldn’t help the pang between your legs. “Here,” you said, grabbing at the fabric between your fingers and your thumb. You shifted the panties over, trying your best to hold in the whimper that was caught in your throat. Somehow this was turning you on more than the last time you had sex, which felt ridiculous. Michael wasn’t even touching you. Plus, he was your friend. Your best friend.
Michael watched with rapt attention, eyes running up and down over the now exposed butterfly. “Wow,” he said, his voice thick with something you couldn’t place and lower in tone than usual. “Like it so much. Can I touch it?”
Your eyes widened, an uncertain laugh escaping you. “It doesn’t really feel like anything since it’s basically healed, Mike.”
Michael smiled. “I know,” he said, looking up at you. “I want to, though. Is that weird for you?”
“I-I mean, I guess not.” You were pretty sure you were wet through your panties now. You were trying to think of anything else, gross food, the last book you read, anything but the thought of Michael touching your bare skin.
Michael smiled, flattening his right hand against your thigh right above your knee, using his left to touch the wing closest to the apex of your thighs. His finger brushed against yours that was still holding the fabric of your panties. You gasped, whimpering a little, praying he didn’t think anything of the noise.
Michael’s finger traced the entire outline of the butterfly, and you were sure he could feel you trembling beneath both of his hands. “Mikey,” you murmured. “W-what are you doing?”
Michael smiled, his right hand squeezing at your thigh as his other stilled. “I don’t know, I’m sorry. Your skin’s so soft. This tattoo,” he went on, and you could hear him gulp. You looked up at him and his beautiful eyes were fixed on your face. “It’s really… sexy.”
You shivered, breath shaking. You squeezed your thighs together, trying your best to maintain your calm. You felt like you were naked beneath the blanket, your desire to do something to soothe the aching pulse at your clit was becoming overwhelming. “It is?”
“Mm, yeah,” Michael said.
He was massaging your thigh now, the pressure of his hand so gentle but determined. You had half a mind to push him away, but it felt too good. You were at a bit of a loss for words for a moment, feeling like the tension was at an all-time high. In all your years of friendship and eventual feelings of lust, love, and everything in between, you had never been in a situation like this with Michael before. While you didn’t want it to stop, you were scared to break the spell. The risk of losing him was too much to bear.
“Michael,” you said, nerves flooding through you. It was now or never. “You’re… you’re turning me on, touchin’ me like that.”
“That was kind of the idea,” he laughed, pausing his movements. “Is that okay?”
You were unable to hold in the small moan, overwhelmed with your desire for him. “Y-yeah, as long as you plan on doing something about it.”
Michael stilled, looking up at you. “That’s okay? You’d really want that?”
You bit your lip, nodding. “If that’s something you want to do.”
Michael smiled, shaking his head a little. “You have no idea just how badly I want to, mama.”
You arched a brow, a shiver running down your spine. “Yeah? What do you wanna do to me?”
Michael exhaled, his breath shaky. His smile was a little shy. “I wanna start with taking a look at you,” he said. “Just how turned on are you? Are you wet already?”
You nodded, turning away in embarrassment. “Yes,” you answered. “You really wanna see?”
“Yes please,” Michael said quickly, tearing the blanket off of you with a swiftness that surprised you.
You couldn’t help but laugh a little, instinctively closing your legs. “You know, you should really buy me dinner first.”
Michael smirked, resting a hand on top of one of your knees. “Think I’ve gotten you dinner plenty of times already.”
You smiled a little, letting out another giggle. You placed your hand atop his, suddenly feeling a little nervous. “This isn’t some kind of friends with benefits thing, is it?”
“Why would you think that?” He looked a little hurt.
“I just need to be sure what’s going on. You’re my best friend, but… I don’t wanna lose you, Michael. My heart won’t be able to take it.”
Michael’s expression softened, and he rubbed his thumb along your skin. “You can’t lose me, baby. ‘S impossible. Thought it was obvious I’m in love with you.”
You felt your entire body light up at the confession, a warmth spreading everywhere. “Guess not, because I always thought it was obvious I’m in love with you too.”
Michael smiled, spreading your thighs so he could get closer to you, wrapping his arms around your waist while pulling you up into his arms. He was cradling you there gently, the steady beat of his heartbeat providing comfort. “I would have done this a lot sooner if I’d known that,” he said softly, surging forward to press a kiss against your lips.
You met the kiss with equal determination, already overwhelmed with the feeling of him against you. Michael wasted no time, capturing your bottom lip between his before he opened up your mouth even more with his tongue. You fell back against his pillows near the headboard, pulling him down with you. He slotted easily against your body, and you wrapped your legs around his waist, a throb of pleasure running through you at the proximity. Your kisses were enthusiastic and a bit messy, having wanted this for such a long time.
“What an eager girl,” Michael murmured against your lips, smiling into the kiss. “You’ve really wanted this huh, baby?”
“I could say the same to you,” you replied, rocking your hips against him. “Getting a little excited, Mikey.” You could feel the hardness growing against you.
“Of course. Got my sexy lady beneath me,” he said, kissing down your neck. “I’m the luckiest man in the world.”
You giggled, your breath catching as his lips grazed a sensitive spot.
“This spot feel good?” He asked, repeating the action.
You nodded, tilting your head back to give him more access. “Yeah, feels good, Mike.”
“Let me take care of you,” he said, kissing down to your collarbone. His hands ran up underneath your shirt, thumbs tracing the skin just below the bottom edge of your bra. “Lift up your arms.”
You nodded, biting the edge of your lip. This was a change from the other men you’d been with, who barely gave your pleasure a second thought unless it was groping aggressively at your breasts like they were water balloons. It wasn’t a surprise though that Michael, who was sweet, attentive, and loving, would be enthralled at the idea of focusing on your satisfaction before his own.
As your arms lifted, he worked your shirt up over your head, letting out a noise of appreciation at his view. “So gorgeous,” he said. His shirt came off next, and then his lips were back against your neck, pressing a chaste peck to your pulse point. He reached around you, unclasping your bra, and you helped him discard it completely. Your first instinct was to cover your chest but he pouted, reaching for your hands to pull them away. “Please don’t hide from me, gorgeous.”
“Sorry,” you sighed, your face flushed with warmth. “I’m a little nervous. Been a while since anyone’s seen me naked.”
Michael smiled, kissing your lips once more. “Me too,” he admitted. “We can be nervous together.” He trailed his lips down your body, kisses lingering down your neck until his mouth was eventually at your sternum. His mouth worked over one of your breasts before he got to your nipple, and the initial feeling of his lips wrapping around your bud sent a pang of desire and pleasure through your body. As you arched up into him, he suctioned his lips, pulling your nipple farther into his mouth. Hearing the moan that broke from you, Michael reached a hand between your legs, sliding his palm beneath the fabric of your panties. Two of his fingers found your clit almost instantly, and you let out a gasp. You were so worked up that you worried your orgasm was already on its way, and he’d barely done anything yet.
Michael kissed his way over to your other breast, his two fingers sliding down the center of you. “So wet, baby. This all for me?”
You moaned a little, biting down on your lip hard in hopes to distract yourself with the intent of toning down the sounds you were making. “Y-yes,” you replied, unable to hold in the gasp as he found your clit again. “For you.”
Michael smiled, sucking at your breast again before he kissed his way up to your lips. “Take off your panties for me, baby.” He sat back a little, giving you some space.
You quickly complied, tossing them over the side of the bed. You shivered a little, your knees fighting the urge to press together as you glanced up at Michael. His eyes were trailing up and down your body, his pupils dilated so much you could barely see the beautiful brown of his irises.
“So beautiful,” he said, his voice low. “Can you spread your legs for me?”
Your breath came out a little shaky as you nodded, resting against the bed so your back was flat. You stretched your legs in front of you, spreading them enough so that he could stare between your thighs. The wetness of your arousal was leaking out of you, so much so that you felt a little self-conscious. “Mike, please stop staring,” you said after another moment of silence.
“Sorry baby,” he chucked, shaking his head a little. “Trying to memorize you.”
You laughed despite your nerves, putting your hands over your face to hide the flush of warmth at your cheeks. “Are you gonna touch me now, or do I have to do it myself?”
Michael smirked at that, shuffling up towards you. Before you could say anything else, he was between your legs, breath warm against your throbbing center. “As much as I would love the show,” he said, blowing once against you resulting in a quiet moan from you in response. “I need to taste you, beautiful.”
You opened your mouth to form a retort, but your mind went blank as soon as you felt his tongue pressing against you. He licked up once, tongue flattening out and finding your clit. The feeling was almost entirely too much, and your hands found the comforter beneath you to steady their shaking. Michael was slowly sucking at your clit, humming against you, before he would alternate with a slow, deep pressure against you. His tongue was working in circles, drawing out every whimper you tried so hard to fight back. Just when you thought you could catch your breath, he pushed his tongue inside of you, and you cried out.
“Oh G-God, Michael, please,” you babbled, tears prickling your eyes. “Feels so good.”
Michael worked himself inside of you, and you glanced down just as he pulled his tongue out, his fingers quickly replacing the loss. His lips, nose, and chin were glistening with your arousal and you felt lightheaded at the sight. “Are you gonna come for me, angel?” He asked, reattaching his lips to your clit so he could suck the throbbing bundle of nerves. His fingers inside of you curled expertly, finding the spot that had your body jolting up off of the bed.
You tried to respond but you couldn’t form the words, moaning in response as your chest rose and fell rapidly. The pump of his fingers was relentless, a delicious feeling that had you thrashing on the bed.
“Baby so overwhelmed she can’t answer me?” Michael cooed, slowing down a little.
You whined at the change of pace, feeling one tear escape your left eye as you looked down at him. He was watching you with rapt attention, a small smirk on his face. “Yes, yes, please go faster, Mikey. Wanna come so bad.”
“Sweet girl,” he said, the slightly patronizing tone causing a thrill of pleasure through you. He obliged of course, returning his mouth to your clit as his fingers resumed an unyielding pace. It only took a few more moments of this until you threw your head back, clenching around his fingers as your orgasm washed over you. Your moans fell silent as he worked you through it, your body convulsing in ways it never had before.
“Mikey,” you pleaded as you came down, clenching around his fingers again that were still inside of you. “Too much, baby.”
Michael smiled, pace slowing a little, but remaining inside. He kissed your inner thigh, resting his forehead against you. “I think you can give me another one, huh?”
A breathy laugh escaped you. “Don’t you want a turn?”
“I’m fine,” he assured you, thumb catching at your clit as he kissed right over the tattoo that had started all of this in the first place. “I could spend forever between your legs, baby.”
Your hand wove into the curls at the side of his head, just above his ear. “I must be dreaming,” you replied, arching up a little as his thumb worked over you faster. “All the men I’ve been with have been so selfish in bed.”
Michael let out a groan of irritation, pumping his fingers into you even faster now. “And not one of them deserved you,” he said. “Let me make you feel good.”
You nodded, a quiet moan filling the air between you as you closed your eyes, getting lost in the sensation of him once again. He was fucking you with his fingers quickly and deeply, repeatedly passing over your sweet spot. Your clit was never ignored as he went, whether the stimulation was with his thumb or mouth. It only took a few more minutes before you were trembling again, clenching down on his fingers and tugging at his hair as gently as you could. “Michael,” you moaned, head turning from side to side. “Please,” was all you could get out before you fell apart again. You saw stars, arching off the bed and letting out a moan that was closer to a scream. Michael continued to work you through it of course, murmuring how good you were, kissing your hipbone repeatedly.
You pushed back at his head, tears welling in your eyes. “I-I can’t, please,” you begged.
Michael relented, pulling his fingers out with a little resistance, your walls clenching around him so tightly he had to go slowly. “My baby,” he said, kissing up your body until he met your lips. “Felt really good, right?”
You nodded, kissing him back. “Yes, baby, thank you.”
He smiled, kissing you once more before he rolled over on his own back, reaching for the button of his jeans. “I really want to be inside of you right now,” he said, face flushing. “Can I, please?”
Despite your sensitivity after two earth shattering orgasms, you didn’t feel the need to deny his request. Michael was pouting a little, thumb running back and forth over the hem of his jeans in uncertainty. “Yes,” you said, giggling a little. “Go slow, though. Need to catch my breath first.”
“Of course,” he replied, smiling. He stripped himself of his clothing almost instantly, laughing a little under his breath. “I wanna try something,” he said, a little nervous.
“What is it, baby?” You asked him, crawling on top of his lap. Your warm cunt dragged across his erection, and he threw his head back against the pillows. You settled against him, not moving.
“Hold on,” he said, groaning a little. “I need to grab something.” He shuffled off of the bed, rummaging through the messy drawer of his nightstand. “I got this in Japan,” he said, pulling out a Hitachi wand. Your breath caught. “Heard some ladies talking about it.” He pressed down on the button, and the machine came to life with a loud buzz. “Apparently it feels really good, you know. During sex.”
Your thighs clamped together, body already trembling a little. “I’ve never used one,” you told him, blinking a few times as he turned it off. “Have you?”
“No,” Michael replied. “They advertised it as a massager. But I bet…” he trailed off, looking up with a boyish smile. “I can imagine you can use it for lots of different reasons.”
“I think you’re trying to kill me,” you said, biting down on your lip.
Michael laughed at that, setting the wand down as he crawled back on the bed. “Not gonna use it right this minute,” he promised. “Can we try it in a little bit?”
You nodded, laughing gently. “Yes.”
“That’s my girl,” Michael smiled, pulling you towards him. “Wanna ride me, baby? Use me for yourself.”
Your clit pulsed at that, and you nodded, watching as he got down in position with his head against the pillows. You got into his lap once more, thighs spread around his hips, a small smile on your face. “I love you,” you said quietly, kissing him once. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.”
Michael smiled, resting his hands on your hips. “I love you more, and I’m sorry too.”
You looked down between the two of you, and grabbed his dick, running a thumb over his leaking tip. He let out a groan as you positioned him at your entrance, and both of you braced as you began to drop down the length of him. You held your breath until you were seated all the way, falling forward until your face was against his chest. Your legs were wobbly, already worn out from your previous orgasms. “I feel like jelly,” you admitted, attempting to lift yourself up and down a little.
“I’ve got you,” Michael said, keeping his hold on your lips as he thrust up into you from below. You both moaned at the feeling.
“Y-you’re so big,” you whined, your head resting against his shoulder. “Feels so good.”
Michael groaned a little, lifting you up and allowing you to drop back down before he found a steady pace with his thrusts, working into you slowly. “You feel so good, too,” he said, voice full of bliss.
You both went at this for a few more minutes before Michael flipped you over, holding you against him so he could remain inside of you as he placed you on the bed below him. Your back hit the mattress, and he reached behind you to prop a pillow up underneath your hips. His pace quickened as he began to thrust deeper into you, causing your breasts to bounce up and down. He latched himself to one of your nipples again, thrusting so deep you saw stars behind your now-closed eyes. You could hear Michael shuffling beside you, and before you could ask anything, you heard the buzz of the magic wand in his hand. You opened your eyes, gaze widening at the massager before meeting his stare.
“If it’s too much, let me know,” Michael said, thrusts not relenting as he reached between the two of you and pressed the head of the toy to your clit. He used his other hand to spread you open, providing direction stimulation to your throbbing bundle of nerves.
“Oh, fuck,” you gasped, body jolting and spine arching against him. “Oh my God, Michael.”
Michael groaned in response, thrusting even harder, the slap of your hips meeting rivaling the sound of the buzz from the wand. You couldn’t speak anymore, once again feeling tears forming in your eyes as he ground into you. After only a few minutes of the massager against you, you arched up one last time, squeezing around his dick as your climax reached its peak. Michael’s thrusts grew sloppy as he watched you fall apart, and you felt his warm release inside of you only moments after. You reached between the two of you, shoving the Hitachi to the side, tears running down your face. “Can’t,” you got out, voice raw and ruined.
Michael collapsed on top of you, breath loud and chest heaving. “Oh God,” he groaned, his voice not sounding much better than yours.
“I think you broke me,” you said after a beat of silence, feeling your heart still rattling against your chest.
Michael’s laugh rumbled against you as he pressed a kiss to the side of your neck. “We are definitely using that again,” he said, and you could feel his lips curl into a smile.
You smiled as well, one hand nestling into the curls at the nape of his neck as the other reached for his hand. “Only if I can use it on you.”
Michael groaned at that, turning over. You felt a pang below, his softened member that was still inside of you already hardening again. “You don’t have any plans for the rest of the week, right?”
You giggled, kissing his forehead. “I’m all yours.”
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