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@michaelsxprincess
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hi, i’m baby ♡ (2003)
this blog exists because my brain is permanently occupied by michael and i needed somewhere to put all of the scenes, imagines, drabbles, and stories that won’t leave me alone.
i adore every era of michael, but you’ll probably find a lot of:
♡ daddy michael
♡ age gaps
♡ yearning
♡ domestic moments
♡ hurt/comfort
♡ being loved a little too much
requests are open, so feel free to send me prompts and ideas!
i’m just a girl with a pink aesthetic and an unhealthy attachment to a man who hasn’t released an album in decades.
thanks for stopping by ♡
Heyy, I really like the bratty stuffff, it feels like I’ve hit jackpot like seriously 😭 could we get more spoiled brat reader? 🥰
there you go, babes, I am happy to serve! I hope you like it, and let's be real, bratty!reader is a pain in the ass but Michael is right where he wants to be♡
𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐅𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 — Michael Jackson x F!Reader
SUMMARY: Michael promised he'd be home by five. By the time he finally walks through the front door, you're dressed to kill, sipping a martini, and pretending he doesn't exist.
WARNINGS: daddy!michael, spoiled princess reader, bratty!reader, age gap, established relationship, hurt/comfort, argument & reconciliation, fluff, smut, oral m! receiving,
WC: 3.9k
A/N: Requests are open! You can give me more prompts, just make sure to put bratty!reader if you like this universe, the reader from Dada? is much different!
-Baby
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Michael had told you in the morning, “Baby, I promise to be home by five today, but you need to let me go now”. You had whined, clinging onto him in your sleepy state. “Why do you always need to leave, I get bored” you huffed, letting go of his arm to cross your own in front of your chest.
He smiled at you and took your face into one of his large hands, pressing your cheeks together.
“So you can keep wearing those diamonds around your neck, princess”
There was nothing you could say to that, but still, you avoided meeting his gaze in a pathetic protest. Michael laughed quietly, voice still a bit raspy from sleep.
“Come on, I’ll bring home that fettuccine alfredo that you like” he had told you, despite hating pasta.
You sighed, still not convinced. You tilted your head, that was still resting in his palm before giving him a charming little smile.
“I will let you go if you buy me that new motorola shade, that light pink one”
Michael raised an eyebrow at you.
“Princess, I bought you a new phone a couple months ago, it works perfectly fine”
You brushed off his hand from your face, and pouted at him.
“But this is a new shade, daddy” you said, stomping your foot weakly against the floor, “and they have cute little cases with rhinestones, I want it”
He shook his head at your little tantrum, but couldn’t hide his lips pulling upward.
“You don’t need it, baby. And I really gotta go now, I have people waiting for me”
Your gaze was burning on him as he left through the front door, leaving you to stand in the entry hall on your own. You huffed, before tip-toeing back to the bedroom. As you crawled into bed, you laid on his side, reeling in his familiar smell as you drifted back to sleep.
The entire day felt incredibly boring. Michael didn’t even call you once, all your girlfriends were busy too and nothing exciting caught your eye in the new catalogs. The whole day was spent with waiting, sighing, and feet dangling off the back of the couch as you flipped through magazines.
You kept checking your little flip phone, hoping to see a new message or call by him. But there was nothing.
As the clock hit four, you decided to get ready. Taking a bath, and taking your time to shave your legs with a green face mask spread on your skin. Your hair smelled sweet and flowery by the time you were done, a pink pajama hugging your figure. You didn’t feel like dressing up special, it would be just you and Michael in the house, lounging around.
5PM passed, and he was still not there. It wasn’t surprising, maybe press caught him off guard, or he was stuck in traffic, nothing out of the ordinary. But as time passed, a bad feeling settled in your belly. He wasn’t just late, he would be late late.
By 6PM, and still no message or call, anger started boiling inside of you. Your eyes blankly followed the sitcom on the TV, while you daydreamed about ripping Michael into pieces.
7PM came, and finally your phone buzzed next to you on the couch.
Daddy♡ : Sorry princess, I’ll be late today, don’t wait for me
The sound of you snapping your phone shut echoed in the room, and you just stared in anger for a second. You tossed it somewhere far from you, before your gaze drifted toward the staircase. A devilish grin formed on your face as you came up with an idea.
If Michael lets you wait, you would punish him. In the prettiest way possible.
You began rummaging through your overfilled closet, that was stuffed with pink clothes upon clothes. It wasn’t until you held a specific babydoll nightgown in your hands, that your grin intensified, your eyes sparkling.
This wasn’t the cheap kind, that Michael loved to rip off of your body. It was classic, expensive, elegant and feminine. The soft shade of pink complimented your skin tone perfectly, and showing off your best features perfectly. You picked out matching jewelry, pink diamonds and rhinestones decorating your neck and ears, white frilly socks hugging your feet.
Next was your hair, you had put it into big rollers, going for the prettiest blow out you could manage. Which was ridiculous, considering the time and that you would spend the night at home. But it didn’t matter. It was all part of your petty revenge plan. You continued dolling yourself up, putting one hour into your make up. It was perfect.
You smeared the pink, glittery lips gloss across your plush lips. His favorite. And with a smack, you smiled at yourself in the mirror. You looked like a movie star. You gave your voluminous hair a little push, admiring yourself in the mirror.
He would regret this, you had decided.
Michael felt absolutely guilty. People just wanted too much from him today, pressing him on. One more take, one more tweak, one more meeting. This line wasn’t good, this tone doesn’t fit. And he really tried his best to get out early and keep his promise. But it was impossible.
He pushed the driver to go faster, the smell of alfredo pasta and pink lemonade filling the car. He didn’t dare to show up with empty hands, having someone pick up strawberry cheesecake and that new motorola you had wished for before he left the studio.
The first sign that something was wrong, was when he didn’t hear you tip-toeing down the stairs as soon as he opened the door. He froze for a second, the sound of the door clicking shut the only thing filling the space.
The first place he searched for you, was the bedroom. Fully expecting you to be passed out on the bed. It was a little later than ten, and while you were usually a night owl, the lack of you welcoming him had him thinking you fell asleep.
But all he was greeted with was a mess. Pink nightgowns and socks thrown across the carpet, makeup products lying open on the vanity. Michael sighed, not sure what he signed up for after passing that front door.
As he walked through the doorway of the living room, and he was greeted with the sight of you, he stopped in his tracks. The room was dimly lit, Mean Girls playing on the TV. Then his eyes drifted to you. A see through robe pooling at your elbows, slightly covering your feminine nightgown. And your legs glowed in the light. You were absolutely dolled up, tall martini glass in your hand. If Michael told you to come with him to an award show right now, you would be ready to go.
You didn’t spare him a single glance, glittery lips sipping on the martini as you watched your movie. He sighed, running his hand over his face slowly.
“Should I be scared?” he asked.
No reaction.
His eyes dropped down to the bags in his hands, and they suddenly looked pathetic. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, before discarding the bags onto the nearest surface. His fingers began unbuttoning the buttons on his neck, trying to be a bit more comfortable.
He walked over to you slowly, sitting right by your side, but you scooted away from him. That caused a small smile to form on his lips.
“You look stunning” he said, his eyes still drifting over you.
No reaction.
He tried placing a hand on your thigh, but it was quickly swatted away by you as you giggled over a scene on the screen.
Michael knew he was in trouble. Being late, telling her two hours after he was supposed to be home. He was a dead man, and he was aware about it.
He took a moment to admire you, not saying anything. But when you still didn’t give him any attention after a few minutes, he tried his luck again.
“Baby,” he said quietly, trying to look into your eyes, but they never left the TV. “Look, daddy’s sorry. I really tried getting out early, but they wouldn’t let me”.
Your blood was still boiling, especially after hearing him call himself daddy. He knew it was your weak spot.
Michael sighed, rubbing along his brows.
“Are you hungry? I brought fettuccine alfredo, and strawberry cheesecake. Your favorite”
“I’m full”
Lie. You hadn’t eaten anything besides a bowl of cut strawberries. He gave you a warm look.
“Pink lemonade?”
You shook your head, raising the martini glass to show him you already had a drink.
He didn’t know what to say or do to make you look at him again. You weren’t the only one who missed him. He waited all day too to come home to you, and hold you. So when he tried touching your leg again, and it resulting in you scooting to the other end of the couch, he felt himself getting frustrated.
“Come on, baby. How can I make it up to you? Help daddy out”
And for the first time that night, you glanced at him. You didn’t turn your head, nor did the glance last more than a mere second, but at least you gave some kind of reaction.
“I’m fine, Michael”
His body stiffened, jaw tightened. You never called him by his name when it was just the two of you. Maybe Mikey, but never Michael.
He decided to give you some space, maybe sitting on the other end of the couch and giving you some time would make you less angry. But minutes passed, twenty, then thirty, but you still didn’t even look at him.
The end credits rolled in, and you were already flipping through the channels, looking for another movie to entertain you. The empty glass abandoned on the coffee table. Michael sat next to you again.
“Princess look at me”
Still no reaction.
He was getting more and more frustrated. It was one thing to be upset, but your little game hurt him.
“Let’s talk about this” he tried again.
“Later” you said, getting up to pick a DVD.
He had enough, grabbing at your wrist and pulling you back onto the sofa roughly. You gasped in surprise, and gave him a look of disbelief.
“Let go of me, Michael”
Oh hearing his name out of your mouth had him boiling, watching you struggle in his grip.
“We’re not doing this, little one. It’s enough”. His words had you stop fighting, and you just stared at him.
“I missed you too, you know?” he muttered under his breath, hurt clear in his eyes. You avoided looking into them.
“Oh did you? That’s why I was left waiting for hours with no text or call?”
“I was working, not everyone gets to be a princess and stay at home all day”
Ouch.
He didn’t think about his words before speaking, just spitting them out in frustration. Your eyes filled with tears, and his face immediately softened, letting go of your wrist. You smiled at him, lips trembling.
“I was just excited for you, Michael” your words left a stab in his heart, and he buried his face in his hands.
Silence.
“I didn’t mean that, baby. You know that” he mumbled into his hands, not having enough courage to look at you.
And you did know, but that didn’t change the hurt you felt. For the first time that night, you looked at him and felt sympathy. You scooted a bit closer to him, fumbling with the hem of your nightgown.
“I’m sorry for leaving you waiting for me” he mumbled into his hands. He couldn’t look at you. He was tired, hurt, embarrassed. Tears were stinging in his own eyes, he couldn’t let you see.
You decided you had enough of your game, and leaned closer to him. You placed a soft kiss on his cheek, fingers brushing along his jaw.
“I know, daddy”
Michael melted, relieved, relaxed immediately upon hearing the nickname. He lifted his head, and smiled at the sight of you.
“What did you doll yourself up for so much?” he asked, planting a cheeky smile on your lips.
“To make daddy suffer”
He breathed out a laugh at that. You definitely succeeded. He gently pulled you into his lap, resting his head against the cushions while fondling the fat on your hips.
“You’re the most beautiful young lady I have ever seen”
You relaxed into his touch, grazing your hands up and down his chest.
“Tell me about your day” you said, your anger suddenly forgotten.
He let out a deep sigh, and closed his eyes.
“Horrible. Everyone kept pulling me into another room every five minutes. Not even letting me eat. My throat hurts from the amount of times I kept singing the same line”
You pouted, playing with the buttons of his shirt.
“And did you think about me?”
He opened his eyes again and smiled in amusement.
“Every second of it, baby”
You smiled in triumph as he observed you. Your slightly smudged mascara, your perfect blow out. And then his eyes fell to your glittery lips, sparkling in the dim light.
“Gimme a kiss” he mumbled, puckering his own in welcome. You leaned down with a smile, and pressed a peck against his lips, leaving some of the sticky lipgloss behind. You giggled, before wiping at his mouth with your thumb, trying to get the glitter off of him.
Michael smiled into your touch, holding onto your hand and peppering little kisses against your skin, before leaning his cheek into your touch. You caressed his skin with your fingers, your other hand moving to play with the hair in his neck. You saw how exhausted he was now, the dark circles and tired eyes.
“All that effort just to let daddy suffer, hm?” he smiled, still looking at you.
You nodded eagerly, fingers never stopping in his hair. “Think ‘m pretty?”. You tilted your head on purpose, trying to charm him. He chuckled softly.
“Words can’t describe how much, princess”
You gave him a satisfied smile, and you rested like that for multiple moments. The tired look in his eyes didn’t leave your mind, and you came up with a thought to take some of that exhaustion away. You leaned down again to place a peck on his lips, leaving him smiling, before moving down to his neck. You began placing little kisses over the thick skin, his grip on your hips tightening slightly.
“What are ya doin’, little one?” he whispered, letting his eyes close.
“Helping daddy relax” you mumbled against his skin, your breath ticklish.
He let his head fall back into the cushions, exposing more of his neck for you to kiss. You changed from little pecks to open mouthed kisses, licking and sucking on the skin, leaving him to hum in pleasure. Your fingers began working on his buttons, revealing more of his warm chest to you. His hands gently squeezed your thighs and hips, running them up and down on your flesh.
“What a good girl” he whispered, leaving your folds glistening beneath your panties.
You got a little carried away, sucking on a spot longer than you should, and as you pulled off with a pop, you gasped a little. Michael’s eyes opened immediately, searching for discomfort in your eyes. There was a little, dark red spot in the middle of his neck. You had a clear rule. No marks in visible areas, to keep his face in the media.
“What happened, baby?” he asked, and you looked at him, bottom lip between your teeth. You grazed a finger against the mark once, before meeting his gaze. He immediately understood what happened and groaned a little.
“Princess…”
You giggled. “I’ll help you cover it up” you said, watching him smile and shake his head. “You’re lucky it felt good” he said, swelling your chest with pride before lowering your lips once more. This time, you were a bit more careful with the sucking.
Michael groaned, his arms wrapping around your body and pulling you closer. You felt his bulge harden underneath you, causing you to teasingly grind against him once.
“Mhh, don’t you wanna just cuddle?” he asked, voice trembling.
You looked at him and cupped his jaw.
“Wanna make daddy feel good” you said, before kissing his lips. He melted into the kiss immediately, moving his lips against yours hungrily. Your hand wandered down, and started palming his bulge beneath his black slacks.
“Fuck…” he groaned into the kiss, before pulling away and throwing his head back a little. The sight of him left you squirming, his mouth hanging open and brows scrunched together as he began grinding up into your palm.
“You look so hot like this, daddy” you whimpered, pressing your palm down a little firmer. “Been waiting all day for this, of course… I wanted to eat pasta and watch a movie with you,” he met your gaze as you were speaking, hips still grinding upward, “but I was also waiting for the moment that you would hungrily grab me and take me”.
Michael bit his lip at your confession, holding onto you tighter, almost bruisingly so. “Me too baby, me too…” he said, slightly out of breath. “thought about holding you all day, at one point in the meeting we had to take a break because my mind-” he got interrupted by a moan, “my mind, it just went to you, that’s when I texted you, princess”
Your eyes widened, your heart warming. You had spent all day waiting, getting upset, not knowing that the second he did have some free time he immediately gave it to you.
Your fingers wandered to his belt, unclasping it, giving Michael a moment to recollect himself. You climbed out of his lap, kneeling beside him.
“Can you take them off, daddy?” you asked, fingers gently pulling at his pant leg. He did, letting his hard dick spring free and slap against his bare abdomen, moving to shrug off his shirt entirely too.
You watched him, sitting next to you completely naked, silent confidence and exhaustion sitting in the room. You moved to lay on your side, head resting in his lap, before beginning to lick and kiss along his v-line. His hand moved to your shoulder, drawing circles against the silky fabric of the nightgown. His eyes dared to close, but he forced himself to keep them opened, not wanting to miss the sight.
You took his throbbing length into your hand, peppering kisses along it.
“God… baby” he breathed, eyes burning on you. You held his eye contact as you took the tip between your lips, gently suckling on it. He tasted slightly salty, familiar. Michael couldn’t help but shrink in on himself a little, his head leaning over yours, hair framing his face beautifully.
“Fuuuck, that’s it baby, that’s it” he moaned, resting a hand in your hair, softly patting along your hair.
Pride settled in your chest, and you took him deeper into your mouth, slightly gagging. He hissed through his teeth, the wet warmth of your mouth and plush tongue leaving him in ecstasy. The remaining length that you couldn’t fit in your throat, was stroked by your small hand, your eyes fluttering shut. You genuinely enjoyed sucking Michael off, the way his body slightly shook and that he always had to hold onto you in some way made you happy.
“No baby,” a groan escaped him, “open your eyes, look at daddy”
You did without hesitation. A few minutes ago all you wanted was for him to suffer, and now your life goal was to make him feel happy and satisfied, a little less stressed.
“There you go, my pretty princess” he breathed, the grip in your hair tightening. You hummed around his cock in your mouth, reeling in the compliment. He moaned out louder than usual, his brows were scrunched together and his lips glistened with spit.
You picked up the pace, sucking him faster now, a thin layer of sweat spread across his forehead.
“Stop baby, ‘m not gonna last much longer” he breathed, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, but you didn’t stop. You had him exactly where you wanted him. For once, your own pleasure wasn’t on your mind, you just wanted to help your daddy.
“Oh, mmfh… fuck’s sake, baby,” he was just babbling at this point, lost in the pleasure of your mouth. “fuck, fuck, fuck… gonna cum princess, daddy’s gonna-”
He came with a deep groan, his sticky seed filling your mouth as you continued sucking, slowing your pace. His legs were tense, and the grip in your hair stung on your scalp, but it didn’t matter. Not even as tears flowed down your cheeks, from him automatically thrusting deeper into your throat.
He pulled you off of his length with trembling hands, a little of his cum flowing from the corner of your lips as you swallowed. He was breathing heavy, pulling you up and against him, holding you tight.
“Thank you, baby” he whispered, voice still a bit shaky as he wiped the cum off your lips with his thumb. You were quick to suck it off, closing your eyes at the salty, bitter taste. Michael smiled, before giving you a gentle kiss.
You sat like that for a moment, letting him calm down from the high before speaking.
“I lied” you whispered, making him open his eyes and look at you in concern.
“I am not full, I only had strawberries today”
As much as Michael wanted to scold you, the laugh just escaped him naturally. He shook his head, and gave a light smack to your ass.
“You’re unbelievable”
But he was quick to stand up, excusing himself to change into pajamas before reheating the alfredo pasta for you. He watched you eating it happily on the couch, twisting his face a bit. He hated pasta, but if it made his girl happy, he was happy too.
It wasn’t until you finished the strawberry cheesecake together, and you sipped on your lemonade, that he grabbed the left over bag and placed it in front of you without a word. You gave him a suspicious look, and as soon as you opened it, his ears hurt from your squealing.
“DADDY!” you jumped up from the sofa, clutching the boxed, soft pink motorola flip phone in your manicured hands, “You did get it!”
Michael held a hand over his ear, squinting one eye in the same motion.
“You wanted it” he shrugged, watching your eyes sparkle with excitement. He smiled. You jumped on your toes a few times, before throwing yourself at him, wrapping your arms around his neck and wildly kissing his face. Michael chuckled.
“Thank you daddy” you squealed in between kisses, tickling his skin with your nose.
“Alright, princess, calm down” he laughed, pushing your face off of his own.
“I can’t help it” you smiled, but he only pulled you to his side and held you closer.
His princess was back.
𝐃𝐀𝐃𝐀? — Michael Jackson x F!Reader
SUMMARY: All Michael wants is one uninterrupted evening in the studio. All you want is cards, cartoons, cuddles, a movie, and your Dada's full attention.
WARNINGS: age gaps, clingy princess reader, fluff, bunny plushies, soft michael, movie night, emotional support cuddles, reader calls michael dada, michael is more like a caretaker
WC: 0.9k
A/N: Don't misunderstand, this has nothing to do with age regression/age play, reader is simply childish, needy and innocent. And Michael happens to take care of her, if you don't like it, click away! And requests are open, I would love for more drabble ideas in this universe!
-Baby
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“Dada”
Michael briefly closed his eyes, trying not to smile. He was currently in his studio trying to write lyrics. He had a lot in his mind, that wasn’t the problem. The problem was, that you opened the door every few minutes with another question.
You sat beside him, in front of the mixing pult.
“Do you want to play cards with me?” you asked, holding a deck out and looking at him cutely. Michael sighed a little, before shaking his head. “No, not now baby” he said, making your smile drop.
“Oh,” you mumbled, voice becoming smaller, “okay”. And with that you left the room again.
He was able to write down exactly five words, before your body slipped through the door again.
“Dada?”
The tone of your voice had guilt seep into Michael’s chest. He looked at you with a gentle smile. You had changed into pink pajamas.
“Can you watch some cartoons with me…?”
You played with your fingers while asking him, too shy to look at him.
“Baby,” he sighed giving you a look of concern, “I need to get this work done. I can’t”
You nodded, understanding how important his work was, but that still didn’t stop the tears springing into your eyes as you turned and headed to the living room. You plopped down on the couch with your stuffed bunny – Michael had gifted it to you when he went out of state for the first time, hoping it would ease your loneliness a little. Since then, you carry it with you almost everywhere you go.
You really tried giving him space, really. But you just missed him too much. You had managed to leave him alone for a whole fifteen minutes, and he was able to write more words down, slowly getting into a flow state. He didn’t even notice you standing in the door first, as you watched him scrabble onto the paper.
“Dada?”
Your voice startled him a little, and he scrunched his face together slightly as he realized you were there once again.
“What’s the matter, princess?” he asked, eyes still fixed on the words.
You walked over to him, and gently pulled on his sleeve.
“I miss you, can I sit on your lap?”
And how could he tell you no, with the doe eyes and pout your were giving him, tightly clutching his sleeve. He scrunched together his brows, and sighed. But at the same time, he pushed the chair back a little, patting his leg in motion for you to sit.
You did so happily, sitting on his lap sideways, your legs dangling off the armrest as you pressed your face against Michael’s chest. You still hugged the bunny in your arms, as he slung one arm around your shoulders, holding the notebook, in the other was the pen.
He tried writing like this once more, but after a few minutes you got bored and stole his pen and notebook.
“What are you doing, baby?” he scolded, about to take them away again. But then he saw you drawing little hearts and flowers on the paper. He got defeated. He pressed a kiss against your forehead, before patting your thigh.
“Come on,” he said, smiling at you, “Let’s watch a movie”.
The happy grin you gave him erased all of his worries about finishing the song. So the two of you wandered to the living room, where Michael told you to pick a DVD you wanted to watch.
“Wait here for Dada, I will change into something more comfortable”
But as he turned and stepped, you were immediately by his side, grabbing onto his sleeve. He froze, before turning to look at you, then lowering his gaze to your fingers clutching the fabric.
“Baby” he scolded gently, but you were quick to shake your head. “No” you whined, not wanting to be left alone again. He accepted his fate, and let you follow him up into the bedroom.
As he took off his shirt, you covered your eyes with the plush bunny, heat spreading to your cheeks. Michael chuckled at that, but didn’t say anything. You had been in a steady relationship for months now, but still didn’t even kiss. Michael didn’t care, all he wanted was you, his special princess. It was okay to take things slow, he enjoyed taking care of you.
He gave you the task of making popcorn, as he prepared your beloved, warm chocolate milk.
Of course you chose the new DVD that Michael had brought home a couple days ago. Enchanted. It was a new release, and he used his connections to get the copy early. You just didn’t have the time to watch it yet. You settled comfortably onto his chest, humming happily as you felt his fingers caressing your hair.
“Thank you for getting that copy, Dada” you smiled at him, but he only kissed your forehead as a response.
Not even thirty minutes into the movie, he looked down at you and noticed you had fallen asleep. He stared in disbelief for a second, shaking his head. Your fist was still loosely grabbing onto his shirt, the bunny pressed between your bodies.
“Are you serious, little girl?” he whispered, watching your slightly parted mouth, “You dragged me out of the studio just to fall asleep?”
But of course, he didn’t care. What mattered was, that his princess was happy. And judging by the peaceful look on your sleeping face, you were. Michael leaned his own head on top of yours, relaxing into the pillows before continuing to watch the ridiculous princess movie.
𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐒 — Michael Jackson x F!Reader
SUMMARY: Michael spoils you rotten. Private shopping trips, diamonds, pink lemonade, bunny plushies and practically unlimited access to his credit card. Unfortunately, none of that stops you from throwing a spectacular tantrum after watching him hug a fan.
WARNINGS: daddy michael, spoiled reader, age gap, bratty princess behavior, shopping, jealousy, fluff, michael being hopelessly devoted, pink everything, bladder control, hints at finger sucking
WC: 3.1k
A/N: The princess was, in fact, the problem. Requests are still open!
-Baby
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You watched carefully as the assistant wrapped your new set of diamond earrings carefully, rolling your eyes as she messed up the bow. Michael gave you a warning look, and gave an apologetic smile toward her. Her fingers trembled under the pressure of both of your glances. You weren’t particularly easy, demanding to try on different necklaces, but refusing the assistants help. You insisted that Michael clasped the heavy diamond around your neck, which was against the stores policy.
You had been getting on his nerves all day, spending a ridiculous amount of money and being an absolute brat. Not the right shade of pink this, not enough diamonds that, too cheap, too basic. Michael was close to getting a headache.
“That would come to a total of $16.257, sir” the woman said, carefully clasping her hands together. Michael nodded, holding his card out for her to finish the paying process. He had listened to your whining all day, been dragged from store to store and his wrists started hurting from the amount of bags he carried, handing them over to one of the security guards at one point.
He finished signing the receipt, and you already looked around bored, not able to wait to go to the next store and spend a fortune of his money there.
As Michael handed over the pen, the assistant looked up at him nervously. “Mr. Jackson,” she started, eyes glistening a little, “excuse me so much for asking, but could I maybe have your autograph?”. He gave her a warm smile, happy for a normal interaction after dealing with your attitude.
Your eyes snapped to her immediately, narrowing your eyes.
“Of course, sweetheart” he said, motioning for her to come from behind the counter, “what’s your name?”. She hurried to his side, holding out a piece of paper and pen for him to take. “M-my name is Janet” she stammered, voice shaking, “I’m a huge fan”.
You crossed your arms in front of your chest, rolling your eyes at her behavior. Michael smiled a little, proceeding to sign the paper. “Oh, just like my little sister”. Your eyes almost fell out of his sockets at his words, what did he think he was doing? Flirting with that stupid assistant. You began tapping your heel against the floor impatiently.
“Thank you so much” Janet said, tears welling in her eyes as she took the paper from him. Michael opened his arms, welcoming her in a hug. And as she wrapped her arms around him, she started crying. “Thank you so much for your support, Janet” he smiled, embracing her tightly.
If looks could kill, both your boyfriend and Janet would evaporate into dust right now. You watched, jaw tight, as Michael wiped the tears from her face and said his goodbyes.
Before he could move, you stormed off, kitten heels clicking against the marbled floor in a steady rhythm.
He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration before chasing after you. You didn’t even turn to look for him, knowing he was right behind you by the sound of his heavy footsteps. “Baby” he called out, but you refused to turn around, heading straight for another store. Your arms were still crossed in front of your chest, your pace never slowing. He was right beside you now. “Baby” his tone carried a warning, but you couldn’t care less.
You entered the store, all shades of pink lingerie hanging around, and you immediately started grabbing anything that looked remotely pretty. You held out the hangers behind your shoulder, for the assistant to take off of you, you didn’t greet or even look at him. But everyone knew who you were, Michael had rented out the entire mall for you today. So naturally, every time you entered a shop, the employees started gathering around you.
He stared at you in disbelief, you didn’t even look at the flimsy things you held out for the assistant. He moved behind you, raising a hand before the employee to make him stop in his tracks. “Stop taking the stuff she gives you, I’ll wrap up the payment later” Michael whispered to him, and of course he obliged.
You were extremely confused, standing there holding three different nightgowns, not understanding why they weren’t taken from you yet. You turned around, only to be greeted by Michael’s stern face. You never turned your head so fast, giving your attention to the different shades of pink. “Princess” he warned, “look at me”. But you didn’t, just gave him the cold shoulder.
“For fucks sake” he muttered under his breath, making your heart pound a little. He rarely cursed outside of the bedroom. The filthy pieces were ripped from your hands, and you watched him in surprise as he hung them on the next best spot, before tightly grabbing you by the wrist and dragging you out of the store. His fingers wrapped around your delicate skin bruisingly, making you scrunch your brows. “Michael stop” you whined, your heels clicking against the floor in hurried steps as he walked ahead. Suddenly, he stopped and turned with a finger pointing to your face. “No, you stop” he said, his voice low and strict, before continuing to pull you into a dead corner.
“Michael, I’m serious, let go of me” you raised your voice at him, ripping your wrist from his grip. He turned around, watching you adjust your top before crossing your arms.
“What’s with that attitude” he asked, breathing deeply through his nose, but you didn’t answer, just stared at him. He waited multiple moments, before placing his large hands on his hips. “I’m talking to you, young girl”.
You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Go talk to your little sister” you spat. He raised his brows at you, and if he weren’t so frustrated, he would be amused. “She’s a fan” he stated, making you turn away from him slightly.
“You’re being childish” he said, pointing his finger at you. “Then go date some old hag, no one forced you to be with someone twenty years younger” you avoided his eyes while speaking, they were intimidating when he was angry. “Janet looks like someone your age” you mumbled, glancing at him from the side.
He was speechless for a few seconds, his blood beginning to boil with anger. His stare on you was burning, and he bit his lip.
“We’re not doing this” he said, making you finally look at him. “You don’t get to say things like that after I give you everything. I followed you around like a dog all day, carried your bags, spent thousands on you, listened to your whining and still love you like the most precious thing in the world”. He was breathing deeply, his eyes glistening with anger. “And if it weren’t for my fans, you wouldn’t be able to throw every damn piece of jewelry and clothes at the assistants without a care in the world”.
He was right, both of you knew that, but you still weren’t done with your attitude.
“You still didn’t need to flirt with her like that” you mumbled, confidence weakening. He huffed out a laugh, closing his eyes for a second. He took a deep breath before looking at you again. “It’s not just about that, you’re acting rude and bratty, you’re embarrassing me. I bet those employees are gossiping behind our backs because you just act however you want”.
His words had tears springing to your eyes, a feeling of hurt spreading in your chest. But you still weren’t done yet, Michael knew that too. Just because your eyes were welling with tears didn’t mean he got to hear an apology yet. His expression softened, before gently pinching your cheek. You winced and brushed off his hand from your face. “Come on, little girl, how about we get you a drink before buying those pretty lingerie sets, hm?”.
You didn’t sense that Michael was planning something, simply thinking you got your way by blinking your wet eyes. You pouted at him, before nodding cutely. He got you a pink lemonade, one of your favorites, and watched your eyes widen as the cool and sweet taste flooded through you.
“Mhh!” you squealed, the earlier argument already forgotten by you, “Thank you, daddy”. And Michael thought that was ridiculous, since you hadn’t thanked him for the shiny diamonds, but a lemonade. A lemonade was worth of a thank you. He shook his head, and watched as you already made your way back to the lingerie store. His attention got caught by your small, round ass, jiggling cutely in your tight yoga pants. He couldn’t help but give it a light smack, making you gasp and narrow your eyes at him. He chuckled, and watched your smile returning as you started handing the employees your favorite pieces. This time, you actually looked at them before deciding you wanted them.
Next, you wanted to buy something for him. Since he spoiled you today, you wanted to give him a treat. Which was ridiculous, because you would be using his card. You dragged him into a watch store, looking at all the expensive gentleman watches. He couldn’t help but laugh softly at the sight of you. Your pink outfit, heart diamonds around your neck, kitten heels and way too huge sunglasses in your hair. You looked like a cheap model in a teens magazine, all while standing in this high class store. He loved it.
None of the watches were your taste, nothing good enough for your daddy. You grabbed his hand, and dragged him to the next shop. This was more like your taste, different kind of bracelets and expensive chains.
You asked the assistant to take out a specific bracelet. You had seen it in a catalog before, immediately thinking of Michael. “Hold this, daddy” you ordered him, pressing the pink lemonade into his hand. The employee blinked a little, trying not to let you notice his startled feeling upon hearing the nickname. You took the bracelet from him, and clasped it around Michael’s wrist.
You inspected it, holding his hand in yours and twisting it around, before rolling up his black sleeve a little. You watched the white gold cartier bracelet encircle his wrist, and you got lost a little in your thoughts. You had always had a thing for his hands. They were huge, elegant, long and pretty fingers, and you couldn’t help to think about suckling on them. Michael watched you with amusement, your pink tongue darting out to wet your lips and eyes wide with fake innocence.
You nodded. “I want this” you simply said. The employee gave a questioning look to Michael, which he didn’t like. “You heard the woman” he smiled. It was one thing for him to not like your attitude, but other people questioning your power just because he was the one with the card? Absolutely not.
You handed the bracelet back, and smiled up at Michael prettily before snatching back your lemonade. You sipped on it happily, watching him finish the paying process. Michael sighed, the bracelet was ridiculously expensive, but he couldn’t deny you when you smiled at him like that.
“Do you like it?” you asked, leaning up to kiss his cheek as you walked to the next store. He smiled at you and nodded. “Thank you baby”. Which was absolutely absurd coming from his mouth. Soon enough, you had finished the lemonade, making Michael hold onto the empty cup, and your full bladder made itself noticeable.
“I need to use the restroom” you said, pouting at him. He smiled at you, and rested his fingers on your chin before lightly shaking your head. “No” he said, his smile never faltering. You scrunched your brows in confusion, lowering your voice so no one could hear. “I need to pee”.
“I know” he said, letting go of your chin and dragging you to another shop. You stayed silent for a moment, trying to process the situation.
“Can we go, then? It’s urgent” you asked, confused. “No” he said again, his tone calm. You let go of his hand and stopped in your tracks. Michael stopped too, and turned around to look at you. “What?” he asked, “did you really think you got away this easily, princess?”.
You stared at him, doe eyes opened wide. You opened your mouth, and closed it again.
“Are you serious?” you asked, your voice coming out with less confidence than you had intended. The worst was, that he was still smiling at you warmly, not angry, not teasing. But warm. “Yes baby” he said, stretching out his hand for you to take again. “Come on, didn’t you want a new bunny plush?”.
You nodded once, still shocked. Michael closed the distance between you, and gently grabbed your hand before leading you to the toy store. You followed, stumbling over your own feet. “But I need to go…” you whispered under your breath, thinking Michael didn’t hear it. But he definitely did, he just ignored it.
The aisle of stuffed animals was huge, and for a moment you forgot your full bladder. A specific white bunny, with floppy ears caught your eye. You walked up to it, and brushed against the fur. It was incredibly soft, and the pink bow decorating one of the ears was perfection. Michael watched your widened eyes sparkling, and rested a hand on the crown of your head, caressing your hair softly.
“Want that one, princess?” he asked and you nodded, hugging the bunny close to you. “Can I have it please, daddy?” you asked, looking up to him with puppy eyes. He chuckled. “Of course”.
You didn’t even let it get bagged, insisting to hold onto it. But as soon as you left the store, you noticed the stinging in your bladder again. You stopped for a second, squeezing together your legs to try and ease the pain. Michael gave a kiss to your forehead. “What’s the matter, hm?”. You looked up at him, not sure whether to be angry or sad. A mix of both in your chest. “I have to pee really badly” you whispered.
“Aw,” he cooed, gently grazing your cheek with his finger, “I know, but you still didn’t learn, baby”. You pouted at him, hoping it would convince him, but of course it didn’t. He just used his thumb to pull it apart, before dragging you to another drink stand.
You stood behind him as he ordered, fingers reaching out for his black dress shirt and fidgeting with the fabric. “One OJ please,” he said, looking back to you once with a smile, “and a strawberry milkshake, large one”.
Your eyes widened, panic rising within you. “I’m not thirsty” you whispered in his ear. He turned, pushing your body in front of his to hug you from behind. “I don’t care” he said, before grazing his hands right above your full bladder, gently pressing down. You folded a little, a quiet whimper escaping your lips. Luckily, the employee couldn’t hear it over the loud sound of the blender.
“Please daddy, it hurts” you whined, becoming more desperate and less bratty. “Good” was all he said, before paying for the drinks. “Drink up baby, I know it’s one of your favorites”. And he wasn’t wrong, but every sip had you sweating a little more. With every step, there was an uncomfortable stinging in your bladder, leaving you to walk slower than before. In one hand holding the milkshake, the other loosely holding onto the plush.
Michael’s gaze never left you, secretly enjoying your suffering. But that wasn’t the only reason for his punishment, you simply didn’t understand it with only words.
At one point, the pressure became so unbearable, you had to squat down, legs tightly shut together and holding onto the bars of the railing. You closed your eyes, focusing on not losing control. You clutched the bunny to your body tightly, burying your face into the soft fur in a desperate attempt to ease the pain. Michael stood right beside you, his hand caressing your hair, and watching the half empty milkshake abandoned on the floor.
“Don’t you like strawberry milkshakes anymore?” he asked, making tears well in your eyes. You moved your hand from the railing to his pant leg, holding onto him to try and contain yourself. “Why don’t you get your nails done, doll? You have been whining for that”.
You shook your head, before looking up to him, the first tears daring to flow. “Please daddy, I can’t hold it much longer”. And the way he smiled at you so warmly, was what finally broke you. You sobbed, tears uncontrollably spilling from your doe eyes.
“I’m sorry” you sobbed, “I know I was unfair, and wrong,” you buried your fingers into his black jeans even tighter, trying to overcome the sharp cramp that had more tears flowing. “I shouldn’t have said what I said, and I shouldn’t have run off like that, but please let me pee”.
“There you go” he cooed, simply helping you up, and bringing you to the restroom with quick steps. He held onto your bunny as he waited in front of the stall, listening to you sobbing while finally getting your sweet relief.
As you had finished your business, you stormed out of the stall and threw yourself at Michael’s neck. He embraced you immediately, slinging his arms around your waist tightly as you sobbed into his shoulder. “I’m sorry daddy” you cried, staining his shirt with tears. He reached his hands under your ass, lifting you into his arms and you immediately locked your ankles behind his back. “I know baby, you’re alright now” he whispered, before pressing a gentle kiss to your shoulder. “Daddy forgives you, but I don’t ever want to hear words like that from you again, okay? I wouldn’t want anyone other than my princess” he reassured, “even if you’re a spoiled brat”.
And that finally pulled a laugh from you. You knew how much of a pain in the ass you were. You pulled away from his neck, looking at him before giving him a kiss on the lips. “Mmh, strawberry” he smiled, licking his lips as you pulled away. You giggled, before pulling him close again.
“I love you, daddy” you said, making him smile. “I love you too, bunny”.
“So, can I still get my nails done now?”. He gave a smack to your ass, before letting you down to your feet again.
Of course he will let you.
𝟗𝟎𝐊— Michael Jackson x F!Reader
SUMMARY: You spent ninety thousand dollars while Michael was working. In your defense, the necklaces were pretty. In Michael's defense, he should have known better than to give you unlimited access to his credit card.
WARNINGS: daddy michael, age gap, spoiled princess reader, established relationship, domestic moments, praise, teasing, michael has absolutely no control over this woman, oral (f! receiving), fingering, p in v, sassy reader, slight dacryphilia, michael is just a goner for you, and he talks you through it - never changing my mind.
WC: 2.9k
A/N: I just reel in the thought of daddy Michael not being able to tell you no, also requests are open!
-Baby
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You were currently sprawled out on the bed. A pink babydoll nightgown the only thing adorning your delicate body. As you heard the heavy footsteps coming closer, you were quick to adjust your position, stretching yourself out in the most flattering way possible and making sure that the fabric rested high on your thighs. Exposing the thick flesh, just how he liked it.
As Michael pushed open the door, his eyes immediately fell on you. Your fingers playing with the little bow right under your chest as you gave him a welcoming smile. He groaned, taking quick steps toward the bed before crawling over you. He rested his head right on your chest, relaxing into the plump flesh. “Damn baby,” he said, taking a deep breath, “you smell so good”. You giggled, your fingers finding their way into his black hair. He rested there for a second, his hands gently roaming around your waist and hips, feeling the cheap fabric between his fingers.
He finally lifted his head, propping himself up on his forearms before drifting his eyes over your torso. He scrunched together his brows. “That’s so pretty baby” he groaned, his fingers playing with the little bow. “’s that new?”. You nodded, a big smile on your lips. “You like it?” you asked, blinking at him with innocent eyes. “Oh,” he growled, “I love it, princess” and as he finished his words, he playfully dug his teeth into the soft skin of your shoulder. You winced, causing Michael to smile widely.
“Ow,” you pouted, resting your hands on his firm shoulders, “that hurt, Mike”. He raised an eyebrow at that, smile never faltering. “Mike?” he asked, amusement clear in his tone, “What’s up with that name, hm?”. One finger of yours grazed along his jaw, before giving a sassy smile yourself.
“Well, I have been waiting all day for you to come home” you said, slightly narrowing your eyes at him. He chuckled, before placing a gentle kiss to the slightly red spot on your shoulder. You stayed like that for a moment, his hand massaging the flesh of your waist as your finger grazed along his cheek and jaw.
It wasn’t until the sparkly diamonds of your new necklaces caught his eye, that he broke the silence. “Never seen those before, doll” he smiled, inspecting the three necklaces that adorned your neck. Your hand rose instinctively to touch them. “I bought them today” you said, tilting your head at him. “They’re beautiful” he whispered, watching them sparkle against your skin. “How much were they, bunny?” his tone carried some suspicion. You breathed out a laugh, your fingers threading through his hair. “Thirty” you shrugged, and watched as his eyes slightly widened. “Thousand?” he asked, and you nodded. “Each” you smiled, making him freeze for a second before laughing, genuinely laughing before dropping his face into your chest once more.
He shook his head as he looked up to you again. “I think I should take away that card from you, little girl”. You pouted at that, despite knowing that he would never actually do that. Michael had a hard time telling you no, and even if he did once in a while you knew exactly which buttons to push to change his mind. You had him wrapped around your little finger, and he was exactly where he wanted to be. “Don’t pout baby, you’re just too spoiled” he said, before pressing a slow kiss onto your lips. You smiled at him as he pulled away again. “It’s not my fault,” you protested, feigning betrayal, “you made me like that”.
“You’re right, bunny” he smiled, before leaning in to kiss your cheek. You wrapped your arms around his neck, and pulled him closer. “I waited all day, daddy” you whispered into his ear, pulling a tiny smirk from him. He gripped at your waist a bit harder, almost becoming painful. “I know baby, like a good little girl”. His tone had changed completely, from gentle to dominant.
“So reward me, daddy” you demanded. He laughed quietly, though you could feel him already getting hard against your leg. He pulled away from you, slowly rising from the bed. “I need a shower baby, wait a little more and you’ll get your reward”. Your pouting didn’t work, and you watched as he disappeared into the bathroom. Michael was quick with his shower, roughly blow drying his hair and putting on some perfume before walking out again.
He rolled his eyes at the sight. You lay on your belly, your cheeky little panties on full display as you were typing some messages on your pink flip phone. Of course you did that on purpose, pulling the fabric of the nightgown higher to expose your ass to Michael as soon as he stepped out. The smell of his perfume surrounded you, the familiar scent always making you a little drunken. You turned your head, looking at him over your shoulder.
His hair was slightly messy and still damp, no shirt, only some black slacks around his hips, the button of it undone. His eyes gleamed with darkness, roaming over your body. “You’re in trouble” he muttered, making you blink at him with confusion. He moved up the bed, leaning over your body. “I thought I was getting a reward?” you said with an attitude.
He laughed quietly, before leaning down, pressing his bare chest against your back. His hair tickled your cheek. “Call it however you want, doll”. His lips started pressing kisses against your neck, causing you to sigh, the messages you had been sending your best friend long forgotten. “Displaying those flimsy little panties on purpose, hm?” he said against your skin, beginning to lick at the skin now. “Trying to rile daddy up, don’t ya?”. But he didn’t even need an answer, the soft gasps leaving your mouth were enough for him.
“I bought them just for you” you breathed, “I told the assistant in the store that my boyfriend loves cheap, sinful little dresses,” a moan escaped your lips as he gently suckled on your neck. “Don’t you think she gave me a good recommendation?”. You already knew his answer. He loved those flimsy babydoll dresses, especially the cheap and pink ones. They just made you look a certain way, like his cheap little doll. Not that you actually were, or that he treated you like that. The ninety thousand dollars around your neck being proof. It just got him going a certain way. Being able to tear those cheap little panties off your body without you complaining about it.
“I should have someone send her a reward, for dressing my little girl up so prettily” he whispered, breath hot against the shell of your ear before he gently nibbled on your lobe. You gasped, your hand reaching back to grab Michael’s hair. “Please daddy, you have been on my mind all day” you said, making him smile against your skin. “Oh, did ya, doll? What was that you have been thinking, mh?”.
You rolled your eyes at his little game, though absolutely loving it. “Been thinkin’ bout you daddy” you gasped, “’bout your kisses, hands grabbing at me,” you pulled a little on his hair as he licked over the sensitive spot behind your ear. “and ‘specially bout your fat cock pounding me into the mattress”. He hummed against you approvingly, slowly grinding his erection against your ass. “Tell me more, bunny” he ordered and you helped him, bucking your ass against him. “Thought bout your fingers in my mouth, shuttin’ me up cause ‘m screamin’ too much”. He growled into your ear, before pulling away and flipping your over.
You looked up at him, lazily spreading your legs to welcome him in. He got closer immediately, chasing your lips in a deep and passionate kiss. You complied immediately, hands grabbing at his arms as he licked into your mouth. The taste of cinnamon spread across your tongue, feeling all too familiar. You moaned into him as you felt his hard dick pressing against your clit. As Michael pulled away from you, your face was flushed and your pink lips were covered in his spit. He smiled at you, his layers fanning around his face as he teasingly pressed himself against your cunt. Your hips chased the feeling, beginning to buck against him.
He shook his head, before sitting up on his knees and firmly holding your hips down. “Nuh-uh” he said, looking amused, “gotta be patient baby”. You whined, narrowing your eyes at him. “Not fair” you breathed, “I waited all day”. Michael chuckled. “Dressed up for you, and welcomed you all pretty” you pouted. “Yea, and spent 90K”.
You scrunched up your brows, before locking your legs around his waist and forcing him closer again. “Give me what I deserve, daddy” you pleaded, guiding his hands up to your tits, where he immediately started squeezing and caressing. “Alright, calm down” he said gently, looking into your eyes, “don’t want my baby to get all worked up”. And with that he started grinding onto you again, brushing against your clit teasingly making you mewl.
“Daddy” you whined, still not pleased. “Hm?” he hummed in question, a grin plastered on his face. “My panties are soaked” you gasped, causing him to groan. “Already, bunny? Daddy barely touched you”.
You nodded, a pout on your lips. “What do ya need, doll, tell daddy”. You hummed happily, hands moving to cup his face. “Want daddy’s tongue and fingers” you gasped, staring into his eyes. “Think you deserve it bunny?” he asked, smiling at you, though he already knew he would give it to you. You nodded cutely, causing his chest to tighten. He was quick to position himself between your legs, face close to your soaked panties.
His slid his finger along them, groaning as he felt the damp fabric. “Fuck baby” he mumbled mesmerized, “ya didn’t lie bout being soaked, hm?”. You shook your head, lashes fluttering against your cheek as he kissed your clothed clit. His hands grabbed at the panties hugging your hips and started pulling them down, tossing them somewhere behind himself. “What a pretty cunt” he whispered against your bare folds, before diving in with his tongue, licking flat across your wetness once. He closed his eyes and hummed upon tasting you.
You closed your own eyes as he began flicking his tongue against your clit in practiced strokes, knowing your body exactly. “Daddy” you breathed, slowly propping yourself up on your elbows, wanting to see his face pressed against your cunt. The sight left you breathless, Michael’s round eyes staring into your own as his lips suckled around your nub, drawing the prettiest moans out of you. His finger found your clenching hole, teasing, pushing just the tip inside.
You whined, brows furrowed, and he just couldn’t endure it. Couldn’t see his pretty girl suffer for more than a few seconds. You sighed as he plunged his finger inside you fully. You had always loved his hands. They were huge, and skilled. The pressure of his finger fucking inside of you combined with the sucking on your clit left you breathless. A warm feeling spreading through your entire body as you held his gaze. He pulled away with a pop, sliding in a second finger. You threw your head back a bit, the stretch burning deliciously. “Feel good?” he asked, eyes never leaving you, the sparkly, pink diamonds reflecting in his eyes. “Yes daddy” you gasped, looking at him once more. “Want your cock now, need it, need to be full”.
“God baby” he groaned, “such dirty words coming from your little mouth”. But he loved it, loved when you talked dirty to him. And of course, he couldn’t deny your wish. He sucked off your sweet juices from his fingers, before pulling off his slacks. His cock hanging hot and heavy between his legs.
“Let daddy know how you want it” he said, taking in your already fucked out state. One strap hanging down your shoulder, hair sprawled around you messily and sticking to your spit clad lips. Legs spread and pussy wet only for him. “Rough,” you whispered, looking up at him through half closed eyes, “want you to toss me ‘round and fuck me ‘til I cry, daddy”. His cock throbbed painfully, before he turned you onto your belly roughly. His hands pulling your hips upward, fully exposed to him now as you arched your back just the way you know he loved.
He gave a smack to your ass, leaving a red mark there and drawing a wince from you. You wiggled your hips in anticipation, making him chuckle as he placed one of his hands on the small of your back, lining his tip up with your wet hole. “Tell me how much you want it” he demanded, his voice raspy. You whined, not understanding why he teased you like this. “I need it, daddy. Been thinkin’ bout it all day, squeezed my thighs together at the thought of you”. And that was all it took for him, plunging his long dick inside of your cunt.
You moaned out immediately, though he fucked you every day, you could never get used to his size. Michael bit his lip, holding back his own sound as your hole stretched and clenched around him pathetically. He wasn’t gentle, nor slow. He started fucking you fast and hard from the beginning. Making you wince and squeal in pain. He ignored it though, because that’s exactly what you had asked for. Rough. He was giving you rough. “That’s it” he groaned, sweat forming on his forehead as his hips snapped against yours bruisingly. “Daddy” you whined out as his cock abused your cervix brutally. He hurt in the best way possible. “What, bunny? Wanna cry?” he asked mockingly. You nodded, face pressed against the plush pillow and tears already forming in your eyes. “Then cry, cry for daddy”. A sharp, warm feeling spread in your belly, as the pain turned into pure pleasure. Tears were flowing from your eyes uncontrollably as you sobbed into the pillow.
Michael loved seeing you cry, while moaning and fluttering around his cock. He could bust his load immediately when he sees the tears streaking your face, the way your eyes sparkle for him while he drills you into the mattress.
His hand found your head, pressing you into the already wet pillow further, rougher. Your release was dangerously close. “atta girl” he cooed, making you moan louder, the heat in your belly close to overflow. “Waited for me all day, been good and treated yourself, walked around with my card and letting everyone know who you belong to” he muttered, just babbling at this point. But you loved it. “Who’s name is on that card, bunny?” he asked, picking up his pace. “Yours” you almost screamed out, wanting nothing more than to cum. “What’s my name baby, tell me”.
“Daddy” you gasped, making him laugh and shake his head, but never faltering his rhythm. “What a dumb girl, what’s my name”. You shook your head against the pillow, more tears flowing down your face. “Daddy” you moaned, walls clenching around him. “’m close, gonna cum”. And Michael understood immediately, you didn’t actually mistake his name, you needed his permission to let go. It had always been like that. Your body physically couldn’t let go until he told you it was okay.
“Wanna cum, baby?”. You nodded eagerly, desperately, body shaking with every thrust. “No, little longer, ‘m not there yet”. You cried out at that, frustrated. “Don’t be sad, daddy will get you there”.
You knew he would, by the way his thrust were slowly getting a little less controlled. He was teetering on the edge too. “Taking my cock so well” he muttered, watching his length disappear inside of you again and again and again. Your juices leaving a creamy ring around the base of him.
“Daddy please, need to cum” you babbled, mind going a little blank. He leaned over your body, his sweaty chest pressed against the cheap fabric of the nightgown, his hand slinging around you and starting to circle your clit in tight strokes.
“Cum, bunny” he whispered right into your ear. And you did. The waves rippling through you, breathing stopped and legs shaking as your walls fluttered around his thick cock. Michael followed soon after, spilling his hot seed into your tiny hole while groaning right into your ear. Your body was trembling from overstimulation, and tears were still running down your cheeks.
The thrusts stopped, and he slowly slid out of you, your mixed releases running down your thighs. You winced, unable to move, overwhelmed. Michael laid down beside you, gently pulling you into his embrace. His hand threaded through your hair as he whispered sweet nothings to you, calming you down. You breathing had evened out, and your legs were trembling a little less as you started drawing invisible patterns on his chest. “Wanna shower?” he asked, planting a kiss on your forehead, “Little more” you whispered, making him smile.
He looked at your flushed and tear streaked face, before slowly dropping to the babydoll nightgown. He gently pulled the fabric between his fingers. “You knew exactly what you were doing with this” it wasn’t a question, just a statement.
You grinned up at him, and nodded.
Hi can you write Michael x barnyard cheesy tuck! reader? :)
Uhm… bless you? Girl I genuinely don’t know what that’s supposed to mean, if you trolling, that’s hilarious
𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐂 PART THREE.TWO — Michael Jackson x F!Reader
SUMMARY: You work nights. Michael doesn't sleep. Somewhere between convenience store aisles, half-finished conversations, and hotel rooms that feel too empty, the two of you become each other's favorite bad habit.
WARNINGS: age gap, older michael, daddy michael, yearning, loneliness, insomnia, emotional intimacy, emotional dependency, hurt/comfort, praise, possessiveness, protective michael, unhealthy coping mechanisms, michael is kind of a mess, dry humping, fingering, michael is a man who talks you through it - concinve me otherwise
(These are general story warnings, not specified for the chapter)
WC: 4.4k
A/N: Dada Michael makes me weak in the knees and has me rubbing my thighs together, please enjoy and feel free to request something!
-Baby
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Your eyes stayed glued on the screen, relaxing into his gentle caress. You suddenly became hyper aware of your stiff shoulders and neck, a burn spreading along them. You slightly rolled your shoulder back in discomfort, your face scrunching up. Michael’s brows furrowed, eyes never leaving your body. Only a few seconds passed before you did it again. “Stop it” he said, voice firm. You lifted your head from his leg, staring back at him in confusion. “Huh?”. He started shifting in his seat, so that you were now sitting between his legs. “Come here” he gathered your hair in his hand, before laying it over your shoulder.
You winced in pain as his big hands started massaging at your stiff muscles. “Breathe” he mumbled, “I know it’s painful but it will help you”. You tried shaking off his hands, your eyes squeezed shut. “I’m fine” you pressed out through clenched teeth, but he only clicked his tongue. “Stop fighting me baby”. And it didn’t take long for you to actually relax into his touch, the knots in your muscles loosening up. A sigh escaped your lips. “Didn’t I tell you not to work hard, doll?” he asked, his voice surprisingly serious. “I overslept, and then a coworker called in sick so I had to work overtime” you mumbled, your eyes fluttering shut. He couldn’t argue against that, and just continued pressing his fingers into your muscles. “Feel better?”.
You nodded, trying to move your neck around, and it felt much less stiff. His hands slid away from your shoulders, and started pulling at his shirt around your arms. “Come sit up here, no wonder your body is aching when you sit on the floor all night”. You obeyed without starting a fight, plopping down next to him with the wine glass still in your hand, before laying back against the cushions, head resting on the arm rest. Michael gathered your legs and laid them above his lap, ensuring you got the full comfort. His hands started rubbing at your sore feet, gently massaging the soles. You sighed, before taking another sip. Your cheeks were now slightly flushed, your body feeling light from the wine. His eyes were focused on his moving hands, that slowly wandered up to your bare calves, never stopping to squeeze and rub at the muscles.
And for the first time tonight you had the opportunity to observe him without him noticing immediately. You noticed how attractive his features became when was focused, causing you to gently bite your lips. Your gaze wandered lower to his arms, the skin there revealed by his rolled up sleeves. The uneven skin pigmentation there caught your attention. You sat up slowly, scooting a little closer to him. Michael looked at you in surprise, but was quick to understand as he followed your gaze down to his arms. He could already predict your questions, his jaw tightening a little. You placed your glass on the coffee table, before casually leaning your head against his shoulder, your legs still gathered in his hands. You took one of his arms, and carefully touched his skin, tracing along the pattern of different colors.
“Does it hurt?” you asked, eyes still fixed on his skin. That was definitely not a question Michael expected. He chuckled a little. “No” he breathed. “When did that start?”. He looked at you for a second, taking in the innocent gleam in your eyes. “I think I must have been around your age” he mumbled, his gaze now roaming around his skin too. You hummed in acknowledgment. “You must have been scared” you whispered, before tilting your face up and looking at him. He smiled a little, thinking for a moment. “A little” he admitted, “but mostly because of the rumors that started spreading”. You huffed at that, remembering some headlines. “About you taking bleach baths?”. He rolled his eyes with a small laugh. “Yea, I’m a proud black” he smirked, causing you to giggle into his shoulder a little.
You watched your fingers hovering above his arm again, before smiling. “It’s quite unique” you whispered. Michael pulled his arm away from your grasp, before moving it to rest around your body, his hand gently caressing along your upper arm. The room fell quiet again. The television continued flickering in the background, neither of you paying much attention to it anymore. And for a moment, your eyes stayed fixed on the screen. Why were you doing this?
Letting him hold you. Letting him rub circles into your arm like it was the most natural thing in the world.
You should have moved away. But instead, you found yourself pressing your face further against him. Your fingers started playing with the buttons of his shirt absentmindedly. Michael’s gaze fell to your fingers briefly, before focusing back onto the screen. The television droned on in the background. His fingers continued their lazy path along your arm. Your eyes grew heavier by the minute. “Doll?” he called, his voice quiet, almost a whisper. You looked up into his round eyes, a smile slowly spread on his face as he just observed you for a second. “If you don’t want me to kiss you, you should say so now” he said. And you knew he was being genuine. If you really didn’t want to, he would listen. But somehow you found yourself not moving or saying anything, you just stared into his eyes. He waited for you, tilting his body closer to yours and his other hand came up to your cheek. Caressing it with the back of his fingers, causing your eyes to flutter shut.
You caught yourself waiting for the moment his lips made contact with yours. But Michael took his sweet time, his eyes lingering on your face a while longer. You opened your eyes again, finding his, and that was his call to close the distance between you. Slowly, carefully, grazing his lips against yours. His hand cupping your face and holding you close. He pulled away, his lips hovering right in front of yours, gently teasing you, leaving you wanting for more. So this time, you pressed yourself against him, your hand grabbing a fistful of his shirt as his warm lips moved against yours. The kiss was slow, not rushed, just feeling each other in the moment as your mouths moved against each other. His arm moved from yours, down to your waist, grabbing you firmly before deepening the kiss. Minutes passed like this, the sound of your lips smacking against each other blending with the drowned out noise of the TV. But you wanted to be held even closer, tighter, more reassuringly.
You pulled away from his slowly, before moving to climb his lap, your arms slinging around his neck before looking into his eyes. He watched your flushed cheeks, a smile pulling at his lips as his hands moved along your bare thighs, up to your waist. He slung them around you tightly, firm, just how you needed it without ever saying it. “You want more, doll?” he asked, his voice low. But instead of answering, you leaned closer, kissing him passionately. You licked along his lips, asking for entrance and he granted it to you right away. Letting you explore his mouth with your tongue, while moving his against yours. You pressed yourself against him even more, causing his grip on you to tighten, smiling into the kiss. Your hands found their way into his hair, just holding onto it, trying to ground yourself. You still didn’t understand why you were doing this, actively searching his closeness. Of all people, it was his comfort and warmth that you sought.
Your breathing was hot against each others skin, and you pulled away from his lips, trailing kisses along his cheek and down to his jaw, your hands gliding down to rest against his firm chest. As you wandered even further, down to his neck, placing open mouthed kisses against the burning skin, Michael let his head fall back against the cushions. His eyes closed and his hands wandered to squeeze at the bare flesh of your thighs. A low hum escaped his throat, vibrating against your lips. He relaxed into your touch, and the smell of his perfume seemed to intoxicate you slowly, your fingers moving to unbutton his shirt. Michael grinned, but before you could open the third button, he gathered your hands into his, draping them around his neck. You looked at him in confusion, eyes half closed and lips glistening with his spit. “No need to rush, little girl” he whispered, caressing your hair before pulling you into another kiss.
You whined into him, the sound just slipping. You found yourself incredibly impatient. He took another moment to observe you, a gentle smile tugging at his lips. “I need you” you whispered, staring into his eyes. Your bold words startled him a little, his hands caressing your legs. He nodded. “You will get me, doll. But you need to be patient” he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. You weakly punched his chest one time, before fisting the fabric there. “Don’t act like you never rushed things with a woman before” you protested, getting slightly irritated. He chuckled lowly, shaking his head in disbelief. “But they weren’t precious little things like you, baby”. You frowned, but he was quick to kiss it away, moving his lips to your jaw and neck.
You gasped, fingers digging into his chest as his lips trailed along your sensitive skin. You thought of another way to make him move faster, so you started opening the buttons of your own shirt, just the first two, revealing your cleavage. But Michael only chuckled into your neck, unimpressed, before moving his lips lower to the newly exposed skin. He kept going like that for a long time, switching up from kissing your lips, neck and cleavage. His hands slipped to your behind, grabbing there firmly. The flimsy thong you wore barely doing anything to cover the area. You moved your fingers to his buttons once more, and this time he let you. He pulled away from your skin, and you looked at his swollen lips while unbuttoning his shirt. More patterns of different colors were revealed to you, and he observed the way your fingers trailed along them, relaxing further into the cushions.
“You really love doing that, don’t you doll?” and while you really really wanted to hate the nickname, you felt yourself melting at it a little, making you extremely confused with yourself. You suppressed the upcoming groan by pressing your lips against his, and you couldn’t ignore the heat pooling in your belly any longer, becoming incredibly aware of his hardness pressing against you. You let your hand wander down his torso, beginning to palm him over his slacks. He sighed into your kiss, hips bucking up into your touch. But again, he stopped you. His hand grabbed your wrist and pulled it away. You whined, pulling away from him. “Michael I’m serious, don-” but he interrupted you, smiling. “Calm down, doll” he cooed.
You exhaled in frustration, but he just moved your body so that you were now straddling one of his thighs. “What are you doing?” you whined, confusing yourself. “I wasn’t done talking” he said, staring into your eyes strictly, his fingers coming up to grab your chin. “I’m a gentleman” he smiled, and you felt his leg tensing underneath you, slightly pressing up against your dripping middle. You gasped, hands holding onto his shoulders tightly. “Be a good girl and take what you need” he whispered. You wanted to slap him, but the urge to grind against his leg and chase your own pleasure was higher. Your gaze dropped to his leg, and you watched his fingers grab the fabric of your shirt, lifting it up slightly to lessen the barrier between you.
He clicked his tongue at the sight of your cheap little thong. You hesitated to move, your inner voices fighting against each other. But as you felt his leg gently pressing against you, all of that was gone. You started rubbing yourself against him, back and forth, a soft gasp escaping between your lips. “Theere you go baby” he said, his eyes moving to look at your flushed face. Your eyes were closed, and red lips slightly parted. His big hands grabbed your hips firmly, beginning to guide your movements. Your brows scrunched together as he pressed you down onto him further, your fingers clawing at his shoulders. You pressed your lips together, trying to hold down your moans, but of course Michael caught onto it quickly. “None of that little girl, let me hear you” he said, eyes burning on your skin, “let me hear how good it feels to grind against my leg”. You felt your arousal growing at his words, and for some reason, you obeyed him. Soft moans spilling from your lips as you picked up the pace. You were sure that by now you had left a wet spot on his pants, but it still didn’t stop you from continuing. “Mhm, that’s it baby doll” he said, his own arousal throbbing in his slacks, “keep chasing that feeling”.
And you did, the coil in your belly tightening embarrassingly fast. You opened your eyes, and the sight of him left you breathless. His neck flushed, lust glistening eyes staring back into your own. You felt your toes curling, your release close. “Michael” you breathed, and one of his hands came up to caress your cheek, his thumb brushing over your swollen lip once. “Use your words baby, tell me what you need”. You shook your head, legs beginning to tremble around him. “’m close, Michael” you whimpered, and he was quick to still your movements, a sound of disapproval leaving your throat. A feeling of annoyance spread in your body, letting your head fall against his shoulder in frustration. He laughed a little, entertained.
“Hold on tight” he whispered into your ear, before lifting you, your legs closing around his waist in surprise. While his body felt firm, he was still quite lean. You didn’t expect him to be able to lift your weight so easily. He carried you toward the bedroom, closing the door behind him with his foot. He dropped you onto the bed gently, standing in front of it and shrugging off his shirt entirely. Goosebumps spread over your skin as it made contact with the cool satin sheets, and you instinctively shut your legs before him. His eyes bore into you, the way you were sprawled out on the bed. The sight made his hard cock strain against the fabric. He shook his head, inching closer and resting a hand on your angled knee. “Open them” he ordered. You swallowed, and after a few seconds, spread your legs just slightly. “Good” he murmured, “now unbutton that shirt”.
He licked over his lips as he watched more and more of your soft skin getting revealed. Why did you follow his words so easily? Why didn’t you hesitate more? You moved your hands, slowly pulling the fabric away from your body and exposing the dips and curves of it. His eyes wandered over you slowly. From your face, to your perky tits and hardened nipples, down to your slim waist and finally your dripping middle. “Please, Michael” you whispered, not entirely sure what you were asking for.
But he didn’t move, simply tracing circles onto your knee while observing you. You sat up slowly, on the edge of the bed, about to take off the shirt entirely. “Don’t” he said, making you stop as the fabric pooled around your elbows. “You look so small and sexy in my stuff” he admitted, causing you to breathe out a laugh.
You reached out your arms, hooking your fingers underneath his belt and pulling him closer. Your face was level with his crotch now, and you couldn’t stop yourself from staring at his bulge. You leaned in, placing gentle kisses above the fabric. Michael exhaled deeply, placing a hand on the top of your head. He relaxed into the moment, but pushed you back soon enough. “Please” you stared up at him. Dominance radiated off of him as he towered over you. “Let me touch you”. Your tone was desperate, almost begging. He chuckled slightly, before moving his hands to his belt, undoing it. You bit down on your bottom lip, waiting in anticipation as he pulled down his slacks, revealing his erection to your eyes. Your lips parted a little in surprise. You didn’t expect his size to be so big. Even on his dick, the patterns continued beautifully, your finger reaching out instinctively to graze over a dark spot. His cock hung between his legs heavy, twitching. “Come on doll, I thought you wanted to touch me” he said, his fingers caressing over your cheek lightly.
You wrapped your hand around his girth, not able to fully close your fist around it. Michael hummed in approval, eyes following your hand as you pulled back his foreskin, revealing the tip, slightly darker than the rest of him. It was glistening with precum, and you couldn’t help to stick out your tongue and take a taste of him. The salty taste had you chasing more, wrapping your lips around it and suckling gently. Michael pressed his lips together, hips bucking toward your mouth. “Fuck” he hissed, spurring you on to take him deeper into your mouth. You closed your eyes, and hummed around his length. “I didn’t know that bratty mouth of yours could feel so good, doll” he groaned, gently pressing your head further down on him. You bobbed your head a few times, slightly gagging even though you didn’t take him in fully.
He shook his head, and pulled you off. “Sorry little girl” he mumbled, pushing you further onto the bed, “but I can’t watch you squirming around without giving you what you need any longer”. And with that, he moved to sit behind you, allowing you to see yourself in the wall length mirror. His arm came around your chest, pulling you close against his chest, his hard cock pressing against your back. “Take off your panties and spread your legs”. His voice dropped deeper than usual, and you avoided looking in the mirror as you did what he told you. “Good girl” he whispered into your ear, his breath hot against you. You whimpered as you felt his finger gliding along your wet folds, before gently tapping against your clit. “Look at yourself doll” he said, the hand against your shoulder moving to grab your cheeks, tilting your head to the mirror.
“Look how wet and swollen you are for me, I can feel the way your clit is pulsing”. Your breathing was shaky, and a blush came to your face as you made eye contact with him through the mirror. He began circling your clit in a steady rhythm, your eyes daring to close. “Ah,” he scolded, causing your lids to widen, “keep watching baby”. You mewled, sweat starting to form between your bent knees. “Please” you moaned, “don’t stop, Michael, don’t stop”. He pressed a reassuring kiss to your shoulder. “Don’t you worry, sweet girl”. Your pulse quickened as you saw his finger moving down to your clenching hole. He teasingly dipped the tip inside a few times, leaving you a whimpering mess. You wanted to close your eyes, but the stark contrast of the two of you in the mirror had you mesmerized. “Stop teasing” you muttered in frustration. He chuckled deeply. “Ask nicely, doll”. You shook your head, not wanting to give him the satisfaction. “No?” he asked, a ridiculous grin planted on his face. You shook your head again. He moved his hand to your leg, abandoning your middle entirely. A strangled sound left your lips, your desire stronger than your pride. “No no” you whispered, “please,” you paused, internally rolling your eyes at yourself. “Please, put it inside”.
You avoided his gaze in the mirror, and instead focused on his finger sliding through your wet folds again. “There you go” he said, plunging his finger inside your warm heat, causing you to gasp. “Being stubborn won’t get you anywhere here, doll”. You tried focusing on the feeling of his finger grazing against your plush walls. You leaned your head back against his chest, melting into his touch, his arm still firmly holding you against him. He slipped a second finger inside, slowly. His fingers were thick and long, almost stretching you to the limit. You found yourself grasping the sheets, breath picking up as you watched his focused expression in the mirror. That damn attractive expression, only causing you to get wetter.
His fingers started curling inside of you, slowly moving in and out at the same time. You felt a sudden, sharp feeling of pleasure, making you moan out. Your hands moving from the sheets to hold onto his arm tightly. Michael smiled, and as he curled his fingers again, rubbing along the same spot, the feeling returned. You wanted to close your legs from the overwhelming feeling of him abusing that sweet spot. “That’s it baby, you feel that?”. You nodded, eyes starting to tear up and a string of moans coming from within you. “Felt that before?” he asked, his eyes focused on your face. Your nails started digging into his skin. “Never” you gasped, your mouth hanging open in pleasure. “That’s the spot baby, that’s it” his voice was thick with lust. You couldn’t help but squeeze your eyes shut, the feeling too overwhelming, too overstimulating. And Michael let you, just concentrating on curling his finger into that spot, pressing harder now. You squealed, eyes shooting open. “Michael wait” you breathed, the familiar feeling of an orgasm creeping up. “I,” you paused, moaning, “I don’t know what’s happening”. He sensed that your plea didn’t come from discomfort, but confusion, so he continued what he was doing. “Tell me baby, describe it with your words, hm? What’s happening to my little girl?”. You couldn’t stop the loud moans flowing out of you anymore, and to be honest, couldn’t care less. “I think I’m gonna cum” you whispered, tears prickling at your eyes. “There you go” he cooed, moving his fingers faster. You shook your head, not knowing what to do with your body. “Please Michael, I’m begging, please”.
You didn’t need to tell him what you wanted, he already knew. “Cum for me, doll, let it go, feel yourself” he whispered into your ear, his wrist starting to burn. Your toes curled, and your body started trembling, you were so close to release. “Look at me baby,” he demanded, searching for your eyes in the mirror. You did, staring into him deeply with half closed eyes. “Yes, look at daddy, there you go”. The nickname went unnoticed by you, the coil finally snapping. Your walls fluttered around his fingers violently, your back arching into him and head hanging low as your orgasm rippled through you. It was more intense than anything you had ever felt, making you shrink into yourself, holding onto Michael’s arm tightly.
“What a good girl” he whispered, his fingers sending you into overstimulation. Your mind went blank and tears started spilling from your eyes. Your legs closed around his arm shakily, trying to stop him from continuing. He chuckled softly, before slowly stilling his penetration. You were breathing hardly, body curled tightly against him, your cheeks decorated by tear streaks. “Shh,” he cooed, wiping his wet fingers on the sheets before patting over your hair. “Try to relax” he whispered, noticing your still trembling figure. It was to no avail, so he gathered your legs, and pulled you against him sideways, cradling you between his legs. You pressed your face against his warm chest, his steady heartbeat slightly calming you. “Oh god…” you mumbled, wiping at your wet eyes, “I’m sorry” you laughed, but Michael still held you tightly. “There’s nothing you need to be sorry for, doll. Just relax”. And you did, neither of you saying a word as your breathing calmed and your legs stopped trembling in his arms. Your gaze drifted down, to his still fully erect length. You reached your hand down to it, gripping the base firmly.
Michael hissed, but was quick to move your hand. “Don’t” he said, searching for your eyes, “you’re exhausted”. You shook your head against him. “But you didn’t cum” you mumbled, staring into his round eyes. He laughed softly. “I’m okay, baby. Seeing you finish satisfied me enough” his words were sincere as he smiled at you. “That’s unfair though” you still tried arguing with him, though your lids felt heavy. “I said no, little girl. No more arguing”. At his tone, you almost did feel like a little girl, vulnerable and cared for. You rested against him, lazily following the patterns along his chest. “That was incredible” you mumbled all of a sudden, causing him to breathe out a laugh. “I’m serious, I thought my soul left my body”. He couldn’t stop the loud laugh that escaped him. “No need to get lyrical, doll” he said, making you smile to yourself. Another moment of silence followed, and you felt exhaustion catching up to you. “Thank you, Michael” you said quietly, and you meant it. Though you were annoyed by him most of the time, and felt the urge to strangle him more than once, you felt oddly comfortable around him. “You don’t need to thank me for that” he mumbled, before moving your body to lay beside him.
He stood from the bed, and you watched him walk over to the closet. He returned with two of his ridiculous pajamas, smiling. “It might be too big” he smiled, “but better than that sweaty shirt”. You laughed, rolling your eyes at him in the same beat. The situation felt ridiculous, as you slipped your body into the expensive fabric. You settled next to him under the blanket comfortably. He tucked some hair behind your ear, eyes roaming over your face. “Try getting some sleep” he whispered, facing you. “You had a hard day”. You nodded, relaxing into his gentle touch before shutting your eyes. Michael observed you for a while longer, noticing how your features relaxed after a while, your body drifting off into sleep. He reached over to the bedside table, switching on the dim light before grabbing a book. He took one more glance at you, smiling to himself, before putting his attention toward the words in front of him. He found himself feeling a little less lonely in your presence.
𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐂 PART THREE.ONE — Michael Jackson x F!Reader
SUMMARY: You work nights. Michael doesn't sleep. Somewhere between convenience store aisles, half-finished conversations, and hotel rooms that feel too empty, the two of you become each other's favorite bad habit.
WARNINGS: age gap, older michael, daddy michael, yearning, loneliness, insomnia, emotional intimacy, emotional dependency, hurt/comfort, praise, possessiveness, protective michael, unhealthy coping mechanisms, michael is kind of a mess, dry humping, fingering, michael is a man who talks you through it - concinve me otherwise
(These are general story warnings, not specified for the chapter)
WC: 3.1k
A/N: Dada Michael makes me weak in the knees and has me rubbing my thighs together, please enjoy and feel free to request something!
-Baby
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You woke up with a panicked feeling inside your chest. Your eyes shot open, and it took you a moment to realize you were still lying in your bed, eyes staring at the ceiling in disorientation. The bright daylight peeked through the flimsy blinds that adorned your small windows, and your gaze fell onto the clock. “Shit” you muttered and almost fell out of bed in a hurry. You had less than an hour until your shift started. There was no way you could even wash and dry your hair without being late. So you did what you had to do and slathered a ton of deodorant and perfume onto yourself. You brushed your teeth with half closed eyes, until your gaze fell to the spot on your neck. You had almost forgotten about last night’s events, including Michael. The suite, the kiss. And the stupid smile on his face whenever he got his way. It had blossomed into a dark purple circle, traces of red and yellow blending into your skin. No one could overlook a mark like that. “I’m actually going to choke him”. No one heard you, but still you couldn’t help the chants of curses spilling from your mouth. You tried your best to cover it up with concealer, but it wasn’t really much of a use, the limited time not helping either. You barely had time to brush through your hair and tie it together, rushing out of the building without even eating.
You were surprised to see Justin still standing behind the counter, half asleep. “What the hell?” you said, closing the distance between you. His eyes shot open, looking at you in confusion. “Oh, you’re early” he rubbed his eye while speaking. “I’m on time” you mumbled, following his gaze to the clock. “Well, on time for the next ten hours”. Your jaw fell open in disbelief. “What do you mean?”.
“Carly called in sick, so we’re on our own. I will let you off again at 4”. It took you a second to take in his words, and what they meant. “Fucking hell” you mumbled to yourself, going to the little office and changing into your work clothes. As you came back out, and stood next to Justin, you noticed how his eyes fell to your neck. Though he didn’t say a word, the look alone was enough.
“Well, go home” you said, “you look like a zombie”. Justin laughed, before nodding and moving to leave. The whole shift you couldn’t focus. Between stocking up shelves and lifting heavy boxes, Michael sneaked his way into your mind. But not in a positive way. You kept biting your cheek at the thoughts of your actions. Why did he have this effect on you? Wanting to punch him and kiss him at the same time. You also had the increased feeling that every customer that came in that night, looked at your neck at least once. You couldn’t wait for Michael to come through that door, so you could kill him. As midnight arrived, the shop finally got quieter. Most customers stopping by for cigarettes or alcohol. You were relieved, and plopped down onto the stool behind the counter, totally spent. As you caught yourself looking over to the clock repeatedly, waiting for one specific time to come, you slapped a hand against your forehead. “Stop it” you mumbled to yourself, before sipping on a hot cup of coffee.
Michael was sprawled out on the couch. The TV flickered in the room, though muted. A book lay abandoned on his chest as he hummed to himself. He was bored, and the empty silence of the suite didn’t make it better. His eyes wandered over to the clock, blinking in red. 3AM. Not quite the time yet. Close, but not close enough. He sighed, before sitting up and tossing the book onto the marble-topped coffee table. He flipped through the different channels, hoping something would catch his attention. But everything looked boring. Michael rose from the couch, and started strolling around the suite, quietly singing to himself. His feet brought him to the bedroom, where he stopped in front of the wall length mirror. He looked at his state, messy hair, luxurious pajamas. If he couldn’t sleep, he might as well dress a little better. So he pulled a black dress shirt over his shoulders, slacks covering his long legs. He sprayed perfume on his neck, before pausing. What was he doing? It wasn’t like he cared about his looks. He shrugged at himself, before adjusting the collar of his shirt. His eyes found the clock once more, finally. He looked back at the mirror, adjusting a loose strand of hair. A small smile tugged on his lips. Ridiculous.
Your gaze fell to the door almost instantly as you heard the chimes clinking against each other. It was him, and you were quick to look away again, acting distracted. A smile pulled at his lips almost immediately as he entered, and you got annoyed at how his perfume seemed to arrive before he did. Today, Michael didn’t wander through the aisles, he just grabbed a pack of Big Red and dropped it onto the counter. You finally gave him some attention, turning toward him and checking his figure swiftly. Why did he dress up again? He grinned at you as you scanned the item. “Missed me?” he asked, and you just stared at him for a second. “No, but I miss how five minutes ago you weren’t here yet”. He chuckled at that, holding out his card to pay. You couldn’t see his eyes fixating on your neck behind the shades. He raised a finger to his own neck, “You got something there, doll” he said, and you almost darted over the counter to strangle him. You opened your mouth, but before you could say anything, the door opened once more, Justin walking through it. He paused for a second as he saw Michael smiling at you. He almost felt like he just interrupted you. “Heyy” you said, your tone awkward. Michael gave you a smile, before he turned and walked out in slow strides, smile faltering as he passed Justin. He just stood there, watching him disappear through the door, before making his way behind the counter. His eyes drifted over your worn out state, making his brows furrow. “You look… rough…” he mumbled. “Well, thanks, Justin. I can’t wait to get out of here” you said, already beginning to count the register. “Fuck Carly…” you muttered under your breath. “Calm down” he laughed, “I have good news”. You turned slightly into his direction. “You can have a day off tomorrow, I got others to take our shifts because of today’s situation”. Energy suddenly came back to you and you gave him a big smile. “You’re actually the best, Justin”. You were quick to leave the store after that, your eyes stinging from the bright fluorescent light. And of course, Michael was waiting for you in the same spot, chewing on his gum. You didn’t say a word, just gave him a side glance as you walked past him, heading into the direction of the hotel. He pushed himself off the wall with a laugh, following you with quick steps. “Who made you so feisty tonight, doll?”. You sighed, “Carly”. His head tilted in confusion. “Who’s Carly?”.
“The reason I am considering to tell press about your insomniac habits”. He had caught up to you, walking beside you now as you passed the doors of the hotel. “That’s a little dramatic, don’t you think?”. You gave him a silent death glare, waiting in front of the closed elevator doors. He chuckled, sensing your sincerity, “Alright doll, I’ll stop” he said, his hand resting gently on the small of your back, guiding you through the now opened doors. Normally you would try to shrug him off, rolling your eyes. But today you were too tired to care.
You didn’t speak on the way up, but your eyes drifted over him. He looked very neat, his hair sitting perfectly, and his smell surrounding you. Automatically, your eyes wandered down your own body, suddenly hyper aware of your state. You hadn’t showered, felt smelly and to top it all off, burnt coffee clung to your shirt. You frowned to yourself, before searching Michael’s face. He took off his shades, returning your stare. You stayed in silence, until entering the suite. You groaned while kicking off your shoes. “I wouldn’t normally ask for this” you started, still standing in the doorway as Michael already headed toward the living room. He stilled, and turned around with an expectant look on his face. “Ask for what?” he asked. “I am absolutely disgusting, can I use your shower?”. He took in your state, eyes drifting toward the coffee stain on your shirt before coming back to your face. He nodded. “Of course, come, doll”. He led you to his bedroom, it was the first time that you had entered another space than the living room, and somehow it was even more luxurious. A huge bed stood there, adorned with beautiful satin sheets. And the walk in closet, left your lips slightly parted. “Just feel at home, the bathroom is there, use as many towels as you’d like” he said, hand gesturing to the bathroom. You entered, and closed the door behind you. But you didn’t immediately jump in the shower, instead you took a moment to take in the room. It was something like you had never seen before, or only in magazines. The floor and counter tops were made out of marble, gold accessories adorning the walls and faucets. It seemed lived in, a hair brush lying around, the bottle of his perfume uncapped next to it. A small smile tugged at your lips. Ridiculous. You felt like newly born as you massaged the shampoo into your scalp, the water leaving the room in a cloud of steam. You felt almost rude about how long you relaxed underneath the steady stream of water, but you needed it. The towel might have been the fluffiest thing you had ever felt, as you rubbed it along your body to dry off. But as you were about to put your clothes back on, you observed them. A look of disgust made its way onto your face. There was no way you would put your fresh body into that again. So you wrapped the towel over your body tightly, your hair dripping down your shoulders, before slightly opening the door and peeking your head outside. But you were met with an empty room, the previously opened door leading to the living room now closed. You stepped outside, and your eyes fell toward the closet again. You thought about asking Michael to borrow some of his clothes first, but came to the conclusion that he probably would agree anyways. So you tiptoed over the carpet and began to look through the clothes. But there wasn’t much beside many black dress shirts, a few t-shirts and those ridiculous pajamas. You scoffed to yourself. This man was really unbelievable. You just grabbed one of the many same looking dress shirts, and pulled it over your body. It fit around you loosely, the arms hanging down to the middle of your hands, and barely covering your thighs. You looked at yourself in the wall length mirror, eyes dropping to your bare legs. It was showing a little more skin than you’d like, but it was still better than your own clothes.
You opened the door slowly, squeezing through the doorway and the smell of food hit your nose. You looked over to where Michael was sprawled out on the couch, his legs spread wide like usual, arms spread over the back cushions of the couch. The coffee table was filled with food, an unopened bottle of white wine somewhere in the middle of it. His head turned toward you, and he froze for a second before he smiled his stupid smile, eyes drifting over your body. “That was unexpected” he murmured, raising his brows. Though you ignored his comment, inching closer to him. “You ordered food?” you asked, mouth basically watering at the sight. You didn’t have anything other than coffee all day. He looked over at the table once, before giving you a look like it was the most obvious thing to do. “Yea”. Your eyes fell to the floor, a pillow was neatly placed where you would normally sit. Did he put it there for you? You sat on it without a word, the shirt riding up your legs a little higher. “When?” you asked, eyes hungrily taking in the different things he ordered. You began digging in immediately, slinging down the food fast. “While you showered” he said, looking at you stuffing yourself with amusement. “You look good in my stuff, doll," he said, his voice dropping slightly as his gaze drifted to your bare legs. You glanced at him, revealing your stuffed cheeks. Michael couldn’t stop the laugh that came out of him, covering his mouth with the back of his hand. You ignored him, instead just grabbed the remote and switched on the TV. Even in his suite it became a habit of yours. Michael gathered a spoonful of soup, blowing on it before holding it in front of your mouth. Before you could think about it, your mouth opened and chased the spoon, the hot broth delicious in your mouth. “Slow down, baby. You’ll get a stomach ache at this rate”. He bit down onto his lip to hold back the upcoming smile, before taking a spoon full himself. His face twisted in distaste. “That’s awful” he said, taking a sip of water to get rid of the taste. “You like it?” he asked, gaining an eager nod from you. So he held another spoon in front of your face, his other hand hovering underneath it. You glanced at the spoon, before it drifted up to him. “You really have some weird fetish going on about feeding me, don’t you?”. But you took his offer anyways, too hungry to argue with him. “No, but if you wanna talk about fetishes, I can reveal some” he chuckled, digging in for your next feed. “Oh yes please, then I can make more money off of your information” you said, before gulping down the next bite. “I prefer a title-” he started, but you were quick to interrupt him. “Stop Michael, that was a joke”. He clicked his tongue before frowning. “Come on, you’re no fun” he started, “I will reveal one, and in return you tell me one of your preferences”. You rolled your eyes at him, before stuffing a fry into your mouth. “Alright, but I already know you have some weird daddy kink, at least tell me something new”. He scoffed a little, tilting his head at you. “Weird?”. You nodded, turning your head back to him. “Yea”. He raised a brow. “That’s offensive, little girl”. You blinked at him a few times. “See. You’re calling me little girl, that’s strange”.
“But to me you are” he said defensively, not completely wrong. “And maybe that’s why you should rethink some of your life decisions” he laughed loudly at that, “But don’t try avoiding the initial topic here, tell me what else gets you going”.
He seemed to think for a moment, exhaling through his lips. He gave you a knowing smirk. “I like bratty girls” he said, staring at you. “That sounds like a personal problem” you said, staring back at him blankly. He smiled, leaning over the table and grabbing the wine bottle. “Not really,” he said while pouring two glasses, “I am used to people always telling me yes”. He paused, handing you the fine crystal glass before clinking his against it. “It feels refreshing having to fight for getting my will”. That answer was quite unexpected, and you just took a big sip of the rich wine instead of answering. “But now it’s your turn”. You slightly shook your head, a smile pulling on your lips. “I don’t really have something”. Michael’s eyes widened as he sipped on his glass. “Doll” he said, putting a dramatic pause, “don’t tell me you’re a virgin”. You burst out laughing, shaking your head no. “Unfortunately not”.
“What do you mean unfortunately” he breathed, smiling. You shrugged, avoiding his gaze. “I don’t know” you grinned, “I guess I just didn’t have the best luck with men”. Confusion crossed his face, but the smile never left. You could slowly feel the alcohol buzzing through your body. “And why is that?”. You put a hand over your face, giggling. “I can’t say, you will use that against me for eternity”. He furrowed his brows, pretending to be offended. “Come on,” he said, his knee lightly nudging your shoulder, “you can’t leave me curious now, that’s unfair”. You breathed deeply, still smiling. “I,” you dragged it out, pausing a little. Michael’s eyes bore into you, curiosity burning on his skin. “...never came from penetration only”. He froze for a moment, staring at you in disbelief. You took a sip of wine, regretting your answer immediately. “You’re joking” he muttered, keeping his eyes glued to your face. You shook your head. “I’ve been faking them” you said, and almost slapped yourself in the same beat. You shouldn’t have gulped the wine down so quickly. Michael snorted, amused by your bold confession. “Didn’t you try showing them what’s best for you?” he asked, raising the glass toward his lips. You raised a brow at him. “Michael, who do you think I am? Of course I did” you mumbled, only making his smile widen. “but they were all illiterate”. A loud laugh escaped him and he shook his head. “Told ya, old men are better” he muttered under his breath, but you couldn’t catch it. “What?” but he only shook his head. Neither of you said a word for a while, just sitting there and lazily following the scenes on the screen. You held a hand over your stomach, feeling absolutely stuffed. You let your head fall back on the couch cushions, before tilting it and leaning onto Michael’s leg unconsciously. He noticed immediately, gaze dropping to your exhausted body. And for a second, you let your eyes flutter shut. It wasn’t until you felt his hand caressing over your hair gently, that they shot open again. You froze, glancing to the leg you were leaning on from the corner of your eye. You suppressed the upcoming groan, squeezing your eyes shut. Making a big deal out of it would only worsen the situation, so you chose to ignore it.
𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐂 PART TWO — Michael Jackson x F!Reader
SUMMARY: You work nights. Michael doesn't sleep. Somewhere between convenience store aisles, half-finished conversations, and hotel rooms that feel too empty, the two of you become each other's favorite bad habit.
WARNINGS: age gap, older michael, daddy michael, yearning, loneliness, insomnia, emotional intimacy, emotional dependency, hurt/comfort, praise, possessiveness, protective michael, unhealthy coping mechanisms, michael is kind of a mess, dry humping, fingering, michael is a man who talks you through it - concinve me otherwise
(These are general story warnings, not specified for the chapter)
WC: 5.4k
A/N: Dada Michael makes me weak in the knees and has me rubbing my thighs together, please enjoy and feel free to request something!
-Baby
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Michael woke up with sweat clinging to his body the next night. He was able to fall asleep last evening, passing out on the couch while watching TV. As he opened his eyes, it was the only thing lighting the room, the sound of it quiet. He sat up with a groan, massaging at his stiff neck. Though he would’ve preferred sleeping in bed, he’d rather take the pain than go another night without sleep. His eyes searched for the clock. It was 2:37AM. He got around seven hours of sleep, and it was better than nothing. His eyes lingered on the glowing digits, his thoughts drifting to the convenience store. But first he needed a shower. He was still wearing the same pajamas from last night, sweat clung to his body and his hair started sticking together. He sighed in relief as the steaming water ran down his body, slightly releasing the pain in his neck, and soon enough Michael felt like himself again. His hair was neat, falling around his face instead of sticking to it, and a fresh set of clothes did the rest. He knew there wouldn’t be another second of sleep for him tonight, so he didn’t bother to wear his usual sleep wear. Instead he opted for a black fit. T-shirt, slacks, loafers. Simple. He shoved a strip of gum into his mouth and a pair of shades rested on his nose as he moved to the elevator. The night air was cool against his skin, a nice contrast to how he woke up earlier. Only as he saw a group of young men in front of the convenience store, clinking together beer bottles, did he realize he forgot his cap. He considered to go back inside and grab it, but chose the riskier option. His hands were buried in the pockets of his pants as he walked across the empty road, the shop’s lights reflecting in his sunglasses.
You didn’t look up as the door chimes clinked against each other, eyes lingering on the ridiculous program that was running on TV. You knew it must be him, it was his time. But something felt different as the strong smell of perfume entered your nose. You looked away, eyes searching for him among the aisles. As you spotted him, you were met with an unusual sight. He wasn’t wearing his ridiculously expensive pajamas, nor was his messy hair hidden beneath a cap. Besides wearing shades at 3AM, he looked… normal. You were quick to avert your attention to the TV again, as Michael chose his random purchase of the night. He placed a can of coke on the counter, chewing his gum. You scanned it in silence, observing the way he was standing in front of you, head tilted. He held his card against the machine, waiting for the confirming beep. Behind the shades, Michael’s eyes glanced at the clock despite knowing what time it was very well. “When do you get off?” he asked, his lips pulling upward just slightly, hinting at a smile. It was ridiculous how he annoyed you so quickly, and you stared at him for a second before answering. “Twenty” you said, dry, before turning toward the TV again. He grabbed the can off the counter with one hand, and walked out with slow strides. As he exited the door, the coworker that was going to let you off entered. His head followed Michael’s figure until the door fell shut behind him. “Hey” he said, walking over to the counter. “Oh, hi Justin” you glanced at him. “You know that guy?” he asked, pointing his thumb in the direction of the door. You shrugged, “Yea, he comes in every night”. Justin’s eyes widened a little in surprise. “Weird” he mumbled, making you smile. “Very”
You moved to swap the shifts, counting the cash in the register. “You know, he asked for you the other night” Justin suddenly said, but before you gave him any attention you finished counting the 20’s in your hand. “Did he?” your tone was unbothered and Justin nodded. He had a weird feeling about Michael, but kept it to himself. Your body moved quickly as you changed your clothes and clocked out. You were eager to get off work, your eyes tired of the fluorescents. Today, you reminded yourself to leave your vest behind. “Get home safe” Justin yelled across the shop as you got closer to the exit, but you already had a feeling that you had another destination before going home. And you were proven right as you stepped outside, the cool wind blowing in your hair. Michael was standing in the same spot as yesterday, leaning against a wall with the unopened can in his hand. You took a deep breath, before walking over to him. “Let’s go” you said causing that cocky smile to form on his face before he moved without a word. And just like yesterday, you followed him.
The way to the suite was spent in silence, neither of you making conversation. But as he was leaning against the mirrored walls of the elevator, chewing on gum, you couldn’t help but let your eyes drift over him once. The shades were hiding his eyes from you, making you oblivious to the fact he was watching you look at him. As the doors opened, he waited for you to move first, and you did. You waited for him in front of his hotel suite, rolling your eyes as he was walking ever so slowly. “Come on, old guy” you said across the hallway, “my feet hurt”. But Michael kept his pace, only slightly shaking his head at your comment before unlocking the door. You walked in, tossing your shoes aside and darting to the couch. You plopped down on your back, sighing in relief before fishing out a cigarette from your bag. The smoke filled your lungs, causing you to close your eyes.
Michael put down his sunglasses, before joining you in the living room. His eyes wandered along your spread out body, smoking on the couch. He smiled in amusement, satisfied at how comfortable you felt. “Wanna move in, doll?”. You didn’t bother to open your eyes, blowing the smoke out of your lungs. “In your dreams” you mumbled, pulling a chuckle from him. He moved closer to the couch, leaned down and tapped your legs. “Come on, make some space for me doll”, you groaned in protest, but angled your legs on the cushions so he could sit. He sat confidently, legs sprawled out in a manspread as he leaned over to the telephone. You listened to him ordering a bunch of food once more, causing you to roll your eyes. But you couldn’t stop them from drifting over him, black suited him incredibly well. The way he sat there, his presence radiating around him with attraction. You avoided your gaze as you realized what you were doing, and instead focused on the glimmering ashes at the end of your cigarette. “...orange chicken and I guess that would be it”. You nudged Michael with your foot gently, causing him to tilt his head in your direction. “Tacos” you whispered, making him breathe out a laugh. “Actually, add two servings of tacos, yes sir…, thank you” and with that he hung up.
Michael relaxed into the seat, before openly staring at you. His cocky smile returned. It took you a moment to realize his eyes were on you, making you roll your own before leaning to the coffee table and putting out the cigarette butt in the ash tray. His eyes followed your every move, also as you took the remote and switched on the TV. “You’re just going to ignore me, doll?”.
“If you keep staring at me, yes” Michael chuckled, a hand rising to his chin, his thumb brushing along it. “That’s not fair, then you can’t stare at me too from now on”. You narrowed your eyes at him, resting your head against the armrest. “I only did because you were looking ridiculous”.
“If that lie makes you happy, doll”. You ignored his words, instead tried changing the topic. “What happened to you today anyways? Almost didn’t recognize you back there” your voice carried a teasing tone. “I got some sleep” he shrugged, “why? You thought I dressed up for you?”.
“Your ego is way too high, mister” and he gave you a scolding look at that, clicking his tongue. “I thought we talked about that little girl”, but before you could answer, there was a knock on the door. You watched the same clerks from last night set out the food on the table, and again Michael tipped them a ridiculous amount of money. You slid to the floor almost immediately, you couldn’t wait to eat, hungered from your shift. Michael reached his arm across the table, before picking up the plate with tacos. You fully expected him to place it in front of you, but instead he picked one of them up in his other hand. You stared at him in disbelief as he held it in front of your mouth. “Michael I’m not going to let you feed me”. He looked down at you from his spot on the couch. “As a thank you, for ordering them” he intended for it to be a question, but it sounded more like a demand. Your lips stayed closed, brows furrowed. “Absolutely not”. He shrugged, before moving his hand toward his own mouth. “Alright, then they’re all mine”. You stared at him eating the taco. And he was making it dramatic too, closing his eyes and humming in satisfaction. And then that annoying grin he shot you. But of course you didn’t give in, you started sliding other things into your mouth, though mourning over the tacos. Michael noticed, and after finishing the second piece, your eyes totally focused on the movie playing in front of you, he realized he lost. He placed the plate in front of you in silent defeat.
Your eyes gleamed with joy as you saw them appear in front of you, dropping the fork in your hand and gathering a taco. “Didn’t you just refuse them?” Michael asked, and you smiled to yourself with a full mouth. “No, I refused you feeding me”. He laughed, shaking his head. “Cute” he mumbled, going ignored by you. The two of you ate mostly in silence, you on the floor and Michael on the couch. You were clutching your belly, feeling stuffed though more than half the food was still sitting on the table. “Want dessert?”. You almost forgot him sitting behind you, your attention on the movie. You lay your head against the seat cushions before glancing to him. “I might pop”. Michael smiled before leaning back, getting comfortable. You kept your spot on the floor, and didn’t notice his eyes on you. “Aren’t you uncomfortable?” he asked, making you immediately think of the floor. “No, I usually sit like this” you mumbled, eyes still fixed on the screen. “No” he chuckled, before you felt his hand at your head, unclasping the clip that held your hair tightly together. “It’s pulling on your hair” he whispered, watching your hair fall over your shoulders. And he was right, releasing it felt like a relief. You turned your head back, watching him sit there playing with your hair clip. And you didn’t know why, but suddenly you felt an urge to sit beside him, so you did. Slowly sliding up the cushions, hugging your legs to your chest while still keeping some space between you. Michael tried to hide the upcoming smile, not wanting to chase you away immediately again. “So… why do you always stay here? Don’t you have a house?” you asked, looking around the suite. He chuckled. “Why? Want to sell my information to the press?”. You gave him a side glance, furrowing your eyebrows. “Who would pay to know you walk around like an insomniac and buy gum at 3AM?”. This time, Michael genuinely laughed, covering his mouth with his hand. “They would actually pay you a lot”. Your lids widened in surprise. “Really?” you smiled, “should I? I could work less nights then” you laughed, and he narrowed his eyes at you. “Oh please, I’ll pay you double, but don’t reveal the convenience store. Where should I buy my gum then?” he smiled, and you full on laughed. This guy can’t be serious, you thought. “You can send one of those clerks to get you some, or send some light signals through the window, I’ll bring it to you” Michael shook his head, his eyes finding yours, “but only if you also give me a ridiculous tip like them” you squinted your eyes at him. “No” he said, dragging it out, “of course I could, but I’d rather get out myself”.
You shook your head in amusement. “So answer my question” you demanded, and whether conscious or not, he leaned a bit closer to you, shoulders almost touching. “My meetings here are done, but I found myself liking this place” he looked into your eyes as he said that. “So you just stay here? Because you like it?”. His lifestyle was unbelievable to you. He nodded. “There’s no reason to go home, it doesn’t make a difference where I stay”. “You’re so strange” you mumbled, staring at him. “You are strange” he said, his tone teasing “you’re always out there when I come”.
“That’s called having a job” your dry tone caused him to laugh, leaning even closer so that your shoulders were now touching. You noticed it immediately, his firm arm against your own, and the smell of his perfume more intense than before. “I know what a job is, doll” he chuckled, and you shifted your legs, now hanging off the couch, “what’s strange is that you only work nights, don’t you think that’s dangerous for a pretty little thing like you?” You rolled your eyes. “I’m not a ‘thing’” you said, watching the smirk forming on his lips. “I apologize, doll” and with that, he gently rested his hand on your leg. You kept his eye contact, though a shiver ran down your spine. “It’s not dangerous” you said quietly, “besides, someone has to do it”.
“Can’t your coworker do it? That blonde guy” now it was your time to smirk, remembering what Justin had told you. “Then you would have to buy your Big Red from him”. Michael gave you a knowing look. He knew exactly that Justin had exposed him. He smiled, and gently shook his head. “Look at you” he whispered, beginning to softly caress your leg, “all confident in teasing me”.
“You make it too easy” you shrugged, trying to suppress the effect his touch had on you. It left your skin tingling. Michael smiled, and you finally broke the eye contact, pretending to focus on the movie. Though the screen was only moving before your eyes in a blur as your thoughts drifted. He was unbelievable, and what was even more unbelievable was you not moving away from him. Your body screamed at you to look at him, but you took all of your strength to try and ignore it. You didn't particularly like where your thoughts kept wandering, making you internally sigh. Your thoughts were interrupted by his low voice. “Doll?”. You turned your head to look at him, mentally punching yourself for reacting to his nickname. You couldn’t bring yourself to look away yet, just sitting in silence. “What?” you asked, pulling a faint smile from him. “Nothing” he said, “I just wanted to see your face”. You inhaled deeply, turning your head back to the screen, but this time you couldn’t stop your eyes from falling down. And as you saw his hand on your leg, it suddenly seemed to feel heavier. You never noticed how big they actually were until now. His thumb kept tracing patterns there, eyes never leaving you. You hated how his perfume drew you in, making you lean against his arm a little more. You were so annoyed. Your eyes watched as his hand slid off your leg, the spot suddenly feeling too empty without his touch. You softly bit down on your bottom lip as you felt it moving to your hair. Pulling single strands between his fingers, twisting it around them. His gaze was burning on your tingling skin, and he angled his body more toward you, legs barely touching but you were still aware. His other hand rose to your chin, gently tilting your head to him with two of his fingers. The way he looked at you was almost unbearable. His round eyes staring into yours, his features unusually serious. His fingers stilled in your hair, just holding onto it, before leaning closer to you, his eyes lowering to your lips. You moved your head back by just an inch, hesitation pulling at you. Michael didn’t try to close the distance, just gave you a small, cocky smile. Your eyes roamed around his face, mind racing. They fell down to his smiling lips, before coming to his eyes again. His fingers still rested against your chin, and you wet your lips slightly. You couldn’t deny how attractive he looked right now, straight black hair framing his pale face, his jawline sharp and prominent. So annoying, you thought. Your eyes fell to his lips once more, his smile seemed to have increased. You cursed yourself for what you were about to do, but couldn’t hold yourself back any longer. You closed the distance between you, crashing your lips against his. It took Michael only a second of surprise before melting into your kiss. The hand that held onto your hair now digging inside of it, pulling you even closer to him. You couldn’t believe you were actually doing this, surprised by your own armor faltering. The kiss wasn’t gentle, nor slow. It was passionate, deep, breathing hot against each others skin. His other hand wandered from your chin to your waist, grabbing at the flesh firmly. You could feel him smiling into your lips, and somehow that only made you want to shove him away and kiss him harder at the same time.
Your hands found their way to his shirt, holding on to the fabric. The movie playing was long forgotten, the noise only blending with the sound of your lips smacking against each other. His tongue licked along your lips once, making you part your lips instantly. But he didn’t give in just yet, teasing you even now. Your fingers moved to his jaw, gripping at him in frustration. He finally gave in, sliding his tongue into your mouth, dancing along yours. You could still taste the faint flavor of cinnamon on his tongue. He pulled away from you slightly, looking into your eyes. You were both out of breath, his lips glistening with your spit as he confidently smiled at you. “That was unexpected, doll” he whispered, breath hot against your skin. You missed his lips on yours, but also felt the urge to throw something at him. “Shut up” you said, eyes still focused on his lips. And he did, pulling you into another kiss. Somehow, it was even more intense than the last one, his hand found your hips, pulling you smoothly onto his lap. Your lips were moving against each other fiercely, teeth and tongue included as Michael pulled your bottom lip between his teeth. Your hands wandered up his neck, gripping at his firm shoulders, feeling up the space. Michael couldn’t keep himself from exploring your body with his large hands, caressing along your back, waist, hips, until eventually he rested them on your behind giving a playful squeeze. He pulled away from you once more, and you caught yourself chasing his lips unconsciously. A smile decorated his face as he looked up to you. You rolled your eyes at him, drawing a quiet laugh from his throat before he moved his face to your neck. You sighed as his lips made contact with your sensitive skin there, kissing, sucking and licking as your hands instinctively wandered into his hair, pulling on it while somehow also pressing him closer. Your eyes closed, getting lost in the moment. It wasn’t until you felt his slowly forming erection press up into you, that they snapped open again. Making you hyper aware of the situation all of a sudden. How did it escalate from selling him gum to making out with him this fast? Your hands slid from his hair down to his shoulders, trying to push him away. But it was to no avail, all his attention was on kissing your sweet skin. “Michael” you breathed, still pushing on his shoulder, “hold on”. And he did, pressing a soft kiss to your neck before leaning back into the cushions, smiling up at you.
Oh and the sight of him made it even harder for you to stop. Lips glistening, slightly reddened, hair disheveled from your pulling. Both of you were breathing hard, calming down. His hands moved from your ass to your thighs, just resting there. “What’s wrong, doll?” he asked, a smirk across his face. “You are” you breathed, still very aware of the situation you were in. Michael laughed softly. “From what I remember, you were the one to kiss me, baby”. And there he goes, another nickname. “You’re so annoying” you whispered, not able to break his eye contact. There was no way you could calm down with him underneath you. You gulped once, before letting your eyes fall to his hands on your legs. He followed your gaze. You stared at his hands for a few seconds more, the warmth of him unbearable. And suddenly, you stood up. Michael’s brows furrowed, holding onto your wrist before you could move further. “Where are you going?” he asked. “I don’t know” you said, pausing for a second. “I need a minute”. He smiled, the crease between his brows smoothing, “A minute?”. You pulled your wrist from his grip, “Shut up”, before walking toward the bathroom. Michael watched you disappear behind the bathroom door, slightly relaxing into the couch. He ran a hand through his messed up hair, before bringing that same hand down to his lips, wiping away the evidence of your kiss with his thumb. He gave another glance toward the door, before smiling. “Damn” he whispered to himself, still a little amazed by the fact that you had kissed him first.
On the other side of the door, you were splashing cold water into your face. The cool water helped calm your mind at least a little bit. You exhaled deeply as you watched your dripping face in the mirror. Your lips were slightly swollen and red, so were your cheeks. You bit your lips, before lowering your gaze to your flushed neck. Your eyes widened, and you moved closer to the mirror to inspect your discovery up close. “He can’t be fucking serious” you whispered, your finger lifting before grazing along the purple hickey he had left on your neck. You wanted to strangle him right then and there. You were determined to end him, ripping open the door with anger. You were greeted with the sight of Michael leaning into the couch, legs spread and smirking at you. You walked closer to him, your body radiating with energy and he immediately knew why your face looked so enraged, his smile growing bigger. “That was more than a minute, doll”. The anger in you only grew at his stupid smile. “Are you out of your mind?” you asked, pointing to the dark spot on your neck. You were standing right in front of him right now. He looked up at you, his look almost swaying you. “I can’t see it well” he said, before standing up, suddenly extremely close. You took a small step back. “Oh” he smirked, grazing his finger over the spot once, “sorry, doll”. A look of disbelief crossed your face, and you only stared at him for a second. “You’re so fucking annoying” you whined, before dropping yourself down on the couch, running your hands over your face in frustration. “Ah,” he warned, “language, little girl, I’m still older than you”. The irony of his words pulled a small laugh from you. “How am I supposed to go into work like this?” you smiled, your anger slowly easing and turning into amusement. This whole situation was just ridiculous. Michael shrugged, “I don’t know,” he grinned, “you looked pretty happy about it five minutes ago”.
“I hate you” you mumbled, reaching for your bag. You needed a cigarette. He sat down next to you. “And yet you’re still sitting on my couch” he said lowly, before grabbing the cigarette between your lips and taking it away. “You smoke too much, little girl”. You stared at him, before reaching out and trying to get it back, but he was quicker. “Give it back” you said, your tone dry. He shook his head, hair gently falling in his face. “Michael, I’m serious”.
“So am I, doll” he smiled. You groaned, getting more annoyed by the second. “Just give it back” you demanded. Michael pouted, his arm still stretched far from you. “Ask nicely” he said, his eyes boring into yours. Another eye roll escaped you, before you pulled a fake smile. “Would you please give me back my cigarette, Michael?”. He grinned, though shaking his head. “Not Michael, another title”. You closed your eyes, inhaling deeply, before opening them again and blinking at him repeatedly. “Forget it, I won’t call you that”. He laughed, pleased by your reaction. “Don’t cry, doll. Open up” he said, holding the cigarette right before your lips. You glanced at him, but opened your lips anyways. He stuck the cigarette between them and watched as you finally lit it. “I didn’t know you could be such a good girl, listening to my words” he teased, but you just blew the smoke in his face as an answer. His smirk never faltered though, he just waved it away with his hand. You kept dragging on the cigarette in silence, inhaling the sweet poison before blowing it out again. You remembered his offer of dessert earlier, and after this escalation you could surely do something sweet. You climbed over him swiftly, catching a slight look of surprise on his face as he followed your figure leaning over the armrest. You grabbed the phone and pressed it against your ear. “Hello?” you said and were greeted by a female employee. “Could you have someone bring ice cream and chocolate cake to Mr. Jackson’s room please?”. Michael smiled as he heard your words. “Thank you so much!” and with that, you put the phone down and rested against the cushions, facing him again. But he was already staring back at you. “Wasn’t I enough?”. You gave him a fake look of disgust, “An old guy like you can’t replace chocolate” you murmured. “Come on,” he whispered, his hand reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear, “you can’t tell me little boys your age kiss better than me. Men are just like fine wine” his smirk was back, “the older, the richer in taste”. As much as you wanted to argue with him, you couldn’t. He was definitely a good kisser. You opened your mouth to speak, but closed it again quickly. You had nothing to say. Luck was on your side as you heard the knocking. A clerk came inside with exactly what you had ordered.
You were quick to reach for your bag, fishing out your wallet. “How much do I owe you?” you asked, planting a confused look on the employee’s face. Michael burst out into loud laughter. “Isn’t she a funny thing?” his question was directed at the clerk, who only gave him a small smile as a response. Michael grabbed your wrist, stilling your search. “Put it on my card” he said, voice suddenly serious. The clerk nodded, before quietly leaving the room. He let go of your wrist before grabbing the plate with chocolate cake and holding it out to you. You didn’t take it though. “You know I have money, right?”. Michael smiled, but it was slightly different from his usual cocky smile. “I know, but baby, even if you were richer than me, I wouldn’t let you pay”. There was no comeback you could come up with, so instead you just took the plate and started eating. The sweet chocolate frosting melted on your tongue, making your brows furrow in delight. “You’re welcome, doll” he said, watching you eat. “Nobody was talking to you” you said, eyes not leaving the cake. Michael lowered himself onto one arm, leaning against the cushions. His face hovered near the plate in your lap now, close enough that he could steal a bite if he wanted to. He looked up at you with obvious amusement as you took another forkful. “Let me have a bite too, baby” he said, voice low. You looked down at him, brows furrowed. “Get your own” you said, before shoving another bite into your own mouth. He frowned, faking sadness. He gently pinched your leg with his fingers. “Come on”. You exhaled, visibly annoyed. “If I do, will you shut up for more than five minutes?”.
Michael chuckled. “I’ll give you anything you want” he winked. You took a forkful and held it in front of his mouth. “Just shut up” you mumbled. He looked into your eyes with a smile, before opening his mouth so you could slide the fork between his lips. You did, and his lips closed around the fork, tongue dragging on the underside as you pulled it out again. He just gave you a satisfied smile, letting you eat your cake in silence just like he promised to. You finished the piece whole, and also indulged into half of the ice cream cup, handing the rest to him without a word. “Can I speak again?” he asked, scraping at the ice cream with the spoon. “After you finish that” you said, watching him quietly laugh.
He followed your order, silently finishing the ice cream before setting the empty cup onto the coffee table. “Thank you, doll. That was delicious” he said, wiping away some ice cream from the corner of his mouth, before licking it off his thumb. You caught yourself staring down at him, your toe rubbing against your leg. “I should probably get home” you said, gathering your bag from the floor before standing up, “next shift is going to be long”. Michael sat up, running a hand through his hair. “Why don’t you just stay here?”. You raised a brow at him. “You can have the bed, I won’t be able to sleep anyway. I’ll stay here watching movies”. You hesitated, looking around the room in thought. “You can lock the door if you don’t trust me” he smirked and you gave him a soft laugh. “It’s not about that” you said quietly, “I don’t have any clothes with me, and I’ll need some makeup to cover this thing up” you pointed a finger toward your neck. Michael breathed out a laugh, rising from the couch. “Alright, but I’ll have someone drive you. I don’t accept no for an answer”. And with that, he started walking to the entry hall, pulling the shades over his eyes. You were annoyed, and clearly didn’t see the point of being driven if you could just walk for 20 minutes. Exhaustion had caught up to you though, making you follow him without much protest.
The two of you sat in the back of the car in silence. Street lights passing outside the window as the sky was slowly lighting up again. You found yourself closing your eyes, half sleeping as you felt Michael gently tuck your hair behind your ear. “We’re here” he whispered, and as you looked out the window you saw your apartment building. You sighed, before opening the door and stepping outside. “Doll” Michael called, making you turn around again. “Don’t work too hard tonight”. You looked at him, eyes slowly softening before gently shutting the door.
He watched you disappear behind the door, and only motioned for his driver to take off as he saw it closing shut.
𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐍𝐈𝐀𝐂 PART ONE — Michael Jackson x F!Reader
SUMMARY: You work nights. Michael doesn't sleep. Somewhere between convenience store aisles, half-finished conversations, and hotel rooms that feel too empty, the two of you become each other's favorite bad habit.
WARNINGS: age gap, older michael, daddy michael, yearning, loneliness, insomnia, emotional intimacy, emotional dependency, hurt/comfort, praise, possessiveness, protective michael, unhealthy coping mechanisms, michael is kind of a mess, dry humping, fingering, michael is a man who talks you through it - concinve me otherwise
(These are general story warnings, not specified for the chapter)
WC: 4.6k
A/N: Dada Michael makes me weak in the knees and has me rubbing my thighs together, please enjoy and feel free to request something! -Baby
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The hotel suite was dark. Complete silence surrounded the space. Michael rolled onto his back what felt like the hundredth time that night. The red digits of the alarm clock next to him were blinding, and he pulled an arm over his eyes. A book lay discarded somewhere at his feet. A container of sleeping pills stood on the bedside table, the lid unscrewed. He had taken two, but they had the same effect on him like a piece of candy. The room felt hot, despite the temperature outside being rather low. He kicked the plush blanket off of him with his legs, slight relief washing over his body as it was grazed by cool air. He slid his arm off and let it fall onto the empty pillow beside him, staring at the ceiling. A deep sigh escaped him, his pulse quickening out of frustration. Sleep never seemed to come to him when he needed it most. Michael tried relaxing once more, closing his eyes and trying to even out his breathing. But his body felt stiff, restless. Rolling onto his side didn’t help either. His body just wouldn’t cooperate. Another sigh left his lips, before he realized this won’t lead him anywhere. He sat up slowly, eyes drifting through the empty and quiet room before pulling his legs over the edge of the bed. His body rested in that position, hands gripping at the mattress and head hanging low. The humming of the air conditioner seemed unusually loud in the moment.
His hand found the bedside lamp's switch, turning it on with a soft click. He squinted his eyes together, trying to adjust to the sudden light after lying in the dark for hours. Michael rose from the bed slowly, his limbs feeling heavy. He watched the clock. 2:13AM. There wasn’t much he could do at this time of day. He stepped closer to the window, observing the surrounding area of the hotel. Empty streets and black windows looked back at him, the only thing glowing in the dark was a convenience store across the road. At this point, anything was better than being stuck in this empty hotel suite. Michael wandered through the suite, gathering his shades and pulling a baseball cap over his disheveled hair. Before he moved outside, he gathered a black blazer in his hands, clinging onto it as he walked along the dimly lit hallways of the hotel. Only once he was in the elevator, did he pull the blazer over his elegant pajama, looking a little ridiculous. But Michael couldn’t be less bothered, the streets were empty, no media in sight. He buried his hands in the pockets of the expensive jacket, his fingers stumbling on a pack of gum. He shoved one strip into his mouth as the elevator doors opened with a soft ding. His fingers played with the single wrapper. The worker behind the counter greeted him with a polite smile, and Michael only raised his hand in acknowledgment. The cool night air felt refreshing as he stepped through the doors, the quiet buzzing of the street lights filling his ears. He crossed the street in slow strides, making his way to the convenience store.
You sat behind the counter, a book in your hand. And as you heard the door chimes clinking against each other, alerting you that a customer had entered, you didn’t bother to look up.
As Michael entered the shop, he spotted you sitting behind the counter, the fluorescent lights burning in his eyes. The store was empty, no other customer beside him in sight and he started quietly walking through the aisles, looking at the different products. There wasn’t really something he needed, his eyes drifting around without purpose. He dragged his feet through the small shop for about ten minutes, before grabbing a water bottle and placing it on the counter.
You finished the sentence you were reading, before standing up and scanning the water bottle. You gave him an expectant look, staying silent, waiting for him to pay. “Give me some cigarettes too” he said, his voice raspy. Again, you stared at him. “What brand, sir” your tone was dry, almost annoyed. “Doesn’t matter”, and you turned around to grab the closest box of cigarettes before scanning them in too. He held up a black card between two of his fingers, and you waited for the confirming beep of the card device. As the sound rang in your ears, you sat back down onto the little stool behind the counter, picking up your book once more. Michael gathered the items in his hands, before walking out in silence, causing the door chimes to ring once more.
Back outside, his eyes relaxed immediately, not needing to strain against the harsh lights anymore. He placed the bottle onto the ground next to him, before unwrapping the pack of cigarettes. He was about to take one out, before realizing he doesn’t even have a lighter. A sigh left his mouth, but he didn’t move, he just stood outside and breathed in the fresh air. Minutes passed before the door opened next to him. You came out, a cigarette between your lips as you were pulling a hoodie jacket over your body. You didn’t even acknowledge his presence, protecting the flame with your hand as you lit the cigarette. Michael glanced at your face, and he couldn’t help but notice how young you looked, leaving him wondering whether you were even old enough to smoke. It wasn’t until a few puffs later, that you noticed him still standing near you, fiddling with the packet. You reached into your pocket and fished out the lighter, before stretching it out to him. His look fell onto your face first, before gliding down to the object in your hand, and he took it from you without a word.
He stuck a cigarette between his lips and lit it. As the smoke filled his lungs with a burning sensation, he couldn’t stop the small cough coming from him. You gave him a side glance, before retrieving your lighter from his stretched out fingers. The two of you smoked next to each other in silence, a neon sign flickering above you with a humming sound. You flicked the cigarette butt onto the empty roads, watching it spark once against the concrete before you turned and disappeared back into the shop.
Michael didn’t even finish the cigarette, before mimicking your gesture. He leaned down to gather the water bottle, and he took one last glance into the shop before making his way back to the hotel.
The next night, he found himself seeking out the convenience store at 3AM again. Same attire, the only thing different was the color of his pajamas. The streets were mostly empty, besides a drunken couple making out in the corner of the street. Michael lowered his cap, before walking over to the shop. As he pushed open the door, he was met with your sight, leaning against the counter while lazily flipping through a magazine you hadn’t bought. The shop was filled with the smell of burnt filter coffee, surrounding Michael as he wandered through the aisles. This time, he placed a pack of Big Red gum in front of you. You raised your eyes at him, unsurprised. You scanned the pack, and turned to grab a box of cigarettes behind you. “Not tonight” Michael said quietly, stilling your fingers on the shelf. You turned around once more, waiting for him to pay with his card. The magazine had your attention once more as you heard the beep. He looked at the cover once, smiling to himself as he walked out. You were reading the new edition of Popstar. Ironic, he thought.
And even two nights later, again, he went outside to rummage around the shop. The only thing different was the rain softly falling down. This time, you were sitting on a stool, a paper cup filled with steaming coffee in your hands. The soft noise of the TV hanging from the wall filled the shop, and he followed your gaze to it before walking along the familiar aisles. The humming of the refrigerated shelves filled his ears as he grabbed a ham sandwich. He walked over to the counter, and placed it there, following the ridiculous scene on the screen as you were scanning his purchase. He paid by card and before he left, his eyes fell onto your name tag. ‘Y/n’. As he was flipping through the channels in his hotel suite, taking a generous bite out of the sandwich, he found himself stuck on the same program as you.
Several nights had passed like that, not being able to fall asleep on most of them and finding himself walking around the small shop. It had become his routine without him realizing. But that one night was going to be different.
Upon entering the shop, the atmosphere was different immediately. MTV blasting an upbeat pop song from the TV, and as his eyes fell to the counter behind his shades, you weren’t there.
“Good evening, sir!” a way too cheerful voice greeted him, his head moving into the direction only to spot a smiling guy. Your coworker observed Michael, who just stood there in irritation. “How are we doin’ tonight? Can I help you find something?”. Michael tilted his head, just staring. “Where is Y/n?” he asked, confusion crossed the employee’s face. “Day off” he said. And suddenly, Michael’s mood changed. He no longer wanted to be in the store and just turned to exit, leaving your coworker highly irritated. The TV stayed off that night, and the suite seemed even emptier than before. The cheerful voice being stuck in his head longer than he wanted it to, leaving him slightly annoyed on top of being overtired.
The following night, he dared to visit again. Dreading the sight of your coworker a little, but as he saw you standing behind the counter, stacking up the cigarette packs, he walked around the shop in calmness. This time, it was a box of orange juice that he placed on the counter. You turned around, scanning the juice and expecting him to pay and leave, but as the beeping sound appeared he didn’t move. “How long you got left?” he asked, causing your brows to flinch for a second. He was chewing gum, and you looked back at the clock hanging on the wall. “Twenty minutes” you said, before turning back to your task. He nodded, grabbed the juice box and left.
Finally, a coworker came to let you get off this terribly boring shift. You were quick to clock out, throw over your hoodie and take your bag before rushing out the door. “Have a great shift” you mumbled, the door chimes ringing behind you as you left. You finally felt less like suffocating, taking a deep breath before looking around. And that’s when you spotted him, leaning against a stone wall while sipping on the orange juice. You froze for a moment. Did he actually wait for you? You hesitated, before slowly walking toward him. “You know, most people leave after they are done shopping”. His brows raised upon hearing your voice. Only a second later did he give you a small grin. “Do they?”. You nodded, sticking a cigarette between your lips and offering him one. “I don’t actually smoke” he said. You took the first inhale, blowing the smoke into his direction slowly. “I figured so”. Silence surrounded you, the only noise coming from distant traffic as you continued dragging on the cigarette. Michael watched you behind his shades, as your eyes drifted through the streets lazily. “Would you mind giving me some company?”. You gave him a look, inhaling the smoke into your lungs deeply as you thought about it. What kind of company? He might be the strangest customer you had in a while, but you couldn’t help to feel a bit curious too. You let the cigarette fall to the ground, stomping it with your feet before nodding. “Alright”.
Michael flashed you a sly grin, before walking first, totally expecting you to follow him. And strangely so, you did. You had always observed the hotel from outside while working, but had never actually been inside. You could immediately tell, it was luxurious. The hallways glowed dimly and the only sound echoing through them was the soft thud of your shoes against the carpet. The ride in the elevator was silent. Michael took out a pack of Big Red gum, sliding a strip into his mouth before offering it to you. You just shook your head in refusal and he hid it away in his pocket. His room was on the top floor, but soon enough you realized it wasn’t just a room. It was a whole suite. Michael opened the door, chewing gum, and held it open for you to enter first. The smile on his face annoyed you, but you walked through the doorway anyways. The only light illuminating the space were the faint street lights from outside. The door shut behind you with a soft click, drowning you in even more darkness, before the light was switched on. The suite was quiet. Not the comforting silence of the convenience store, but a different kind. Expensive furniture filled the spacious living room beyond the entryway, every surface spotless, every object perfectly in place. Through the enormous windows, the city glowed far below, making the room somehow feel even emptier.
Michael took off his cap and shades, tossing them onto the nearest surface, before walking to stand in front of you. For the first time, his round eyes stared back into yours, without the shades hiding them. He smiled. “You do know who I am, right?”. You raised an eyebrow at him, beginning to slide off your jacket. “Yea” you said, not even looking at him, solely focused on undressing, “I recognized you a while ago”. And if Michael was being honest, your answer and reaction surprised him a little, but he just kept smiling at you. “Well,” his feet moved further into the dark living room, away from you “make yourself comfortable, doll”.
Your eyes burned into his back as you followed him. “Don’t call me that” you protested, irritation visible on your face. Michael relaxed into the big sofa, legs spread and hands comfortably resting in his lap. His layered hair looked messy, from tossing and turning in the bed and wearing the cap. “Why not, doll?” he grinned. You stared at him in disbelief, still keeping your distance while standing. “Because I’m not”.
Michael breathed out a laugh at your words, “Could’ve had me fooled”. You almost couldn’t believe how quickly he changed from being the strange, silent customer to this. Annoying.
“Sit down, get comfortable Y/n” he said, looking over to the empty space beside him. Your eyes widened slightly, confused. “How do you know my name?” you said, sitting down on the other end of the couch. Michael gave you an amused look, before pointing toward your chest. You hadn’t even realized you were still wearing the vest with your name tag on it and were quick to take it off, leaving you in a tight, black t-shirt. Michael’s eyes drifted over your figure briefly, watching your hair fall down your shoulders as you released them from the clip that was buried there for way too long. You massaged at your scalp with closed eyes, not aware of his stare. “You know I don’t bite, right?” he smiled at you in amusement, “come closer”. Your hands fell from your hair and you tilted your head slightly. “I’m comfortable over here Mr. Jackson” and he saw you smile for the first time. Not a nice smile, more like a sarcastic one. Michael laughed. “Mister?”.
You leaned back into the cushions. “Yea, aren’t you like forty-five? I’m respectful toward elders”. His laugh increased, “I’m not forty-five, doll”. You shrugged, “Then?”.
“Forty, and I don’t ever want to hear you refer to me as Mister again”.
A small huff escaped your lips, and you raised your feet up on the sofa, hugging your legs. “Close enough” you said and he glanced at you from the side before slightly angling his body to you. “Are you even old enough to be smoking?” he pointed a lazy finger at you, the annoying grin back on his face. “Who are you, my dad? I’m old enough” you smiled, slowly getting more and more amused by this strange exchange. Michael seemed to think for a second, his fingers rubbing along his chin. “Not your dad, but I could be your daddy”. You gasped in surprise, before laughing. You couldn’t really take this man serious. This was really the Michael Jackson? Sitting there with messy hair and a ridiculous outfit, all confident in seducing you. “Okay that’s enough” you laughed, shaking your head slightly. A moment of silence followed, and your eyes drifted around the room. “You hungry?” he asked, ripping you from your thoughts. “Kind of, yea” you shrugged. You observed him as he leaned over to grab the hotel telephone, pressing the receiver to his ear while still chewing on his gum. Even though he was annoying, and his appearance a bit ridiculous, you couldn’t deny his presence being attractive.
“Yea, I would like to have…” you sat in silence as he kept listing up the things he wanted them to bring up. At some point it was getting ridiculous, the list didn’t end and you just watched him with wide eyes. He put the phone back to its original place, before turning his head toward you. “Can you hold it for another fifteen minutes? If not I will tell them to hurry”. You raised your brows, “I’m good,” you said “but, you do realize we’re only two people right?”. Michael laughed, not giving you an answer to the question. He was very well aware, but simply couldn’t bother to choose one thing from the menu. “So…” you started, pulling away a lint from your jeans “why did you ask me for company?”. He shrugged, “Who else is there to ask for at 3AM?”. You scoffed, “You’re Michael Jackson”.
He looked a little irritated. “That’s the problem” he laughed, “why do you think I walk around with sunglasses at night?”. You laughed, “Because you’re weird”. He stared at you for a second. “Are you insulting me now, doll? What was that about respect earlier?”.
You rolled your eyes. “First of all, choose. Either I treat you like a guy my age, or you get respected as an elder. You can’t have both” you said and watched him shake his head. “And then, think about it. I usually have no customers at this time, and suddenly you come in every night, same time, same outfit, buying the most random stuff. That’s incredibly weird”.
Michael clutched a hand over his chest, faking being offended. “What do you mean same outfit, I have been wearing my most luxurious sleep wear I own”.
His words only fed into your statement and you found yourself smiling.
“Don’t you ever sleep?”. Michael shrugged, shifting slightly closer, “I try to”.
“What do you mean try?”. He moved to take off the blazer, only now realizing he was still wearing it. “I didn’t sleep for three days now”. Your head jerked to him, brows furrowed. “You’re lying”. He shook his head with a smile. “That is actually insane…”. Before you were able to say more, there was a knock on the door. “Come in!” Michael yelled across the room, and as the door opened the smell of all different kinds of food filled the space. You watched as the hotel clerks, dressed elegantly, were rolling three different trays inside the room, all stacked with food. You felt uncomfortable watching them set out everything on the marbled-topped coffee table, about to stand up and help, but Michael’s arm was quick to stop you. He didn’t touch you, just stretched it out in front of your body, his palm facing your way. You gave him a look, but he only shook his head once. As they were done setting the steaming plates and cold glasses out, your eyes almost fell out of their sockets. Who should eat all of this?
“Pedro” Michael called out to one of the clerks, raising his fingers and motioning him to come closer. You watched as he fished his wallet from the blazer that had been discarded onto the floor. He took out three 100 dollar bills, rolled them together and snuck them into the clerks pocket. “Split it evenly” he smiled. Pedro returned the smile, nodding once. “Thank you Mr. Jackson”. And with that, they started rolling the trays out of the suite and disappeared with them. “Dig in, doll” he said, inching closer to the table, “you must be real hungry after working all night” he winked at you, before taking the first bite of a pizza slice. You hesitated, staring at him for another moment before sliding down the couch and getting comfortable on the carpet. It was a habit of yours, you ate dinner like that all the time in front of your coffee table, watching TV. Michael’s eyes followed you, and he found himself smiling at your behavior. “There you go, getting comfortable”. You ignored his words, and scanned the different options, unable to decide. You pressed the fork against your lips in thought, but were ripped out of it as Michael held a soft taco in front of your nose. You looked up to him, a little confused. “Take a bite, it’s good”. You didn’t know why, but just followed his order. The flavors exploding in your mouth as you let him feed you. “Oh…” you sighed, “that is really good”. Michael smiled cockily, before raising the taco to his own mouth and taking a bite. Your hand reached out for another one, hunger catching up to you. “Mh, so,” you started, swallowing down the bite you just took, “you’re Michael Jackson, and you roam around a tiny convenience store when you can’t sleep? Why don’t you party or, invite over some pretty girls and have fun?” while your question was a little teasing, you were genuinely curious. Michael laughed, throwing his head back a little. “You’re already sitting here with me doll, aren’t you?” he said, his voice raspy.
There he goes again, you thought, slightly lowering the taco in your hand. “That wasn’t my question” you mumbled in annoyance. “Wasn’t it? You asked why I don’t invite pretty girls, but I did”. That damn smile again, flashing his white teeth. “I’m actually gonna throw up” you looked at him with disbelief, “you’re like 18 years older than me”. This time, Michael was the one rolling his eyes. “Don’t act like that’s an actual problem to you doll, you followed me here voluntarily”. You didn’t say anything to that, you couldn’t. Instead you just kept eating your food. Your eyes found the TV, and you felt the sudden urge to turn it on. “You got a remote for that?” and Michael didn’t answer, instead he just stretched it out to you. You took it and were quick to switch it on, drowning the room with noise. “Have you got pay TV?” you asked, before flipping through the channels. He chuckled softly. “What d’you think?”. And he was right, you could answer that yourself by just looking around you. “Sorry, I forgot you’re famous for a second with your silly behavior”. Michael laughed loudly, relaxing back into the cushions further. “Silly?” he asked, raising a brow at your back. But you ignored him, instead you reached for the bottle of white wine that lay in a bucket of ice, eyes fixed on the screen. You poured yourself a glass, before searching your bag for cigarettes. “Mind if I do?” you asked him, holding up the pack for him to see. He shook his head and you stuck one between your lips, taking a deep drag while sipping wine. He smiled at you, before sliding down to the carpet and sitting right next to you. His arms propped up on his knees as his eyes observed you lazily. “You’re a unique little thing” he murmured, causing you to look at him. “Heard that before” you shrugged, keeping his eye contact. He didn’t break it, just stared back at you with his round eyes, running his tongue over his lips once. You averted your eyes back to the screen, blowing out a cloud of smoke. A smirk pulled on his lips and his stare lingered for another second before reaching for the plate with chocolate cake. You glanced at him from time to time, sipping on your glass of wine. But as he got some frosting on his finger, and licked it off, you couldn’t help but stare from the corner of your eye. A slight tingle ran over your skin. You were surprised he hadn’t initiated anything physical the whole night. If you were being honest, that’s what you expected him to do. What else would Michael Jackson want from a random girl working in a corner shop in the middle of the night? He stayed oblivious to your stare, his eyes fixed on the screen. But you couldn’t stop staring, slightly tilting your head to him now. And suddenly you took him in much differently than before. His prominent jaw and chin, the way his tongue slightly grazed the bottom of the fork while shoving more cake inside his mouth, his disheveled black hair that got your mind drifting to other ways it could become messy. You were a little surprised as he stared back at you, a smile spreading on his face.
“Enjoy the view, doll?”. You held his gaze for a second longer than necessary before taking a sip from your wine. "Your ego is unbelievable”. He chuckled darkly, licking the remains of chocolate from the fork before leaning closer to you, his mouth close to your ear and his breath hot on it. “Keep denying yourself little girl,” he whispered “but I think I’ve got a pretty good idea of what’s playing in the back of your mind”. You wet your bottom lip before slightly biting down on it, his breath against your skin sending a shiver down your spine. Your eyes didn’t leave the screen, and you felt relieved as he backed up again, his stare burning on you. Moments passed, and as you dared to look at him once more, he was still staring back at you. “Oh shut up” you sighed, pouring yourself more of the white wine. Amusement crossed his face, “I didn’t speak, doll”. The TV kept playing, being the only thing that broke the silence between you. Half full plates remained on the table, leaving the room a mess. Your glass was almost empty as you realized how tired you had actually become, and as you looked out the windows the sun was already beginning to rise.
“I think I should go” you said, standing up and gathering your things, “I need to get some sleep”. Michael nodded, before rising from the floor. “I’ll have someone drive you”. You laughed, shaking your head. “It’s 20 minutes, I’ll walk”. He was a bit taken aback by your refusal, but led you to the entry hall anyways. He held the door open for you, eyes drifting over your figure a last time that night. “Be careful” he said with a grin. “Of what, strange men inviting me into hotels?” you didn’t wait for his response, just walked toward the elevator with a smile.
HIDDEN AWAY - Michael Jackson x F!Reader
SUMMARY: Michael has spent weeks buried in the studio, chasing deadlines and sleeping only a few hours each night. While searching for something in your shared bedroom, he discovers a box hidden away in your bedside drawer and realizes just how much he's been neglecting the woman he loves.
WARNINGS: married couple, hurt/comfort, emotional neglect (unintentional), crying, protective michael, praise, slight daddy kink, oral (f! and m! receiving), michael has a big dick cuz I said so
w/c: 9k
A/N: This was first posted on ao3, please enjoy and feel free to send me requests! -Baby
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1991
It was almost like Michael had forgotten what it was like to spend an afternoon at home.
The constant studio sessions, meetings and video shoots kept him busy for weeks. Constantly running on less than four hours of sleep and stacking paperwork on his desk.
It felt refreshing to not have the phone constantly ring, or assistants dragging him from one room to another. Most days, he slept on whatever couch was nearby.
Today was different. He only had a bit of paperwork to do and planned to spend the afternoon with his precious wife.
The water running in the bathroom filled the room’s silence, as Michael had searched for one of his most beloved watches.
He could’ve sworn he placed it on his nightstand in the middle of the night, but it was nowhere to be found.
He searched every drawer in the room, and was about to open another, already expecting nothing.
And inside, there was no watch, but something else had caught his eye.
It was a matte black box, in a rectangular shape.
He had never seen it before, and picked it up with his hands. As he opened it, he froze for a second. Confusion crossed his face as he examined the contents.
It was a Vibrator.
One of those long wands, a cord attached to it.
Michael stared at it, slowly sitting on the edge of the bed with the box still in his hand.
He knew exactly what this was, but he couldn’t remember ever discussing this with you. He snapped the lid shut, still staring at the black box in his lap, brows furrowed.
The watch was long forgotten, as he tried to figure out what his discovery meant.
He gently placed the box on the bed, before standing up and walking over to the bathroom door. He gave a soft knock before opening it and peeking his head inside.
He smiled upon seeing your expectant face, and you returned it.
Michael let himself in, closing the door behind him before closing the distance between you.
You were standing in front of the mirror, the only thing covering your body was a silky robe. Michael’s eyes grazed over your figure naturally, before gently placing a hand on your waist.
“Going to take a bath?” his voice was soft, his eyes searched yours in the mirror as he was standing behind you.
Your eyes wandered to his hand on your body, the touch feeling electric. Despite being married for multiple years, he still leaves you feeling nervous and giddy.
You moved your hand, to rest atop his. The warmth of his big hands soothing.
“Yes, I just got the sudden urge” you shrugged, voice quiet. “I will be in my office waiting for you, I have some paperwork and would love if you keep me some company.” His lips found your cheek, placing a small kiss before taking a smell of your hair. You smiled, leaning into him a little more before nodding.
His hand slid from your body slowly, almost like it wasn’t ready to leave just yet. Before he turned and left, leaving you alone in front of the mirror once more.
Michael picked up the box once more, taking it with him as he started his journey to the office. His steps were long and slow, lost in thought about you. And as he sat down, placing the sinful item neatly onto the desk beside him, the concentration he once had for his work faltering.
Half an hour passed, the scratching of pen against paper faint, as Michael worked through the stacks of papers. His mind drifted from time to time, but he mostly was able to focus. Though that was completely thrown away as your body squeezed through the slightly ajar door. It was usually closed when he worked, but today was different as he was expecting you.
The pen dropped out of his hand, and he gave you a warm smile, observing the cream colored lounging set that clung to your body. Your skin was softly glowing and your hair slightly damp.
“Could you relax, my love?”
You melted at the nickname, it was your favorite and he knew it. He was answered with a nod as you walked a little closer, but still not sitting down. You didn’t spend much time in his office, but loved the atmosphere of it. You observed your husband, radiating off this attractive energy as he sat leaned back in the chair, behind the massive desk.
“Come on,” he gave a pat to his lap “sit down”
It wasn’t uncommon for you to sit on his lap, but you still couldn’t help the shy blush that crept to your cheek. You were about to speak, already opening your mouth, before something got caught in your eye.
It was the box.
The familiarity of it making your eyes widen, not expecting it to lay here, in his office.
He followed your gaze toward the box, before watching your cheeks turn red.
“Where did you…” your voice was merely a whisper, you were shocked.
Michael sighed softly and your eyes darted to the floor.
“I was searching for my watch, but found this instead” he said. His fingers grazed over the lid, before opening it and taking another look at it’s contents. But he was quick to close it again, exhaling deeply. His stare was burning on you, and you didn’t have the courage to look at him. The tapping of his finger against the desk was the only sound that broke the silence. You felt so ashamed, tears were prickling at your eyes. You never expected him to find your little secret that was carefully placed in your bedside drawer.
“Don’t you want to say anything?” his voice was so calm, and you couldn’t read his emotions at all.
“It’s…,” you finally looked at him, though his unreadable face only tightened the lump that was building in your throat “Are you mad?” Your voice came out trembling, and it was only then that Michael noticed your glistening eyes. His expression softened immediately, and he stood from the chair before coming closer to you.
His hand grabbed at your chin gently as he was leaning down. “Princess” You looked up at him, slightly leaning into his touch. “I am not mad at you”
A tear rolled down your cheek. Michael’s jaw tightened at the sight, before wiping it away with his thumb. He hated to see his wife cry. You were pulled into his embrace, your face pressed against his chest while his arms tightened around you possessively. Your mind and body relaxed a little, his touch always had that effect on you. Your arms slung around his back, while your fingers grabbed at the fabric of his shirt.
“Why didn’t you talk to me about it?” he asked, his fingers caressing your still damp hair.
It felt like everything came crashing down on you now. All of the bottled up emotions from the past weeks spilling out. You wanted to answer him, but all that came out of your mouth was a sob. Your tears stained his shirt, and your fingers clawed tighter at it. Michael held you without a word, waiting for you to calm down. You couldn’t see how his brows were furrowed, or the pained look in his face.
“You were so busy” you sobbed into his chest.
Michael’s heart ached upon hearing your words, his eyes closing in order to calm down. He knew you were right. He was busy, incredibly so, and along the lines he forgot to take care of what is most beloved to him.
“I’m sorry Michael” your voice was teary, muffled by his chest.
He grabbed your upper arms, pulling you away from his body so he could look at you. Your cheeks and nose were red, eyes overflowing with tears. He sighed in frustration, not able to handle this sight.
“For what are you sorry?” he asked, brows still furrowed. Your eyes drifted toward the box on his desk once more, before looking at him. “For using that thing” you whispered, not able to actually speak out what it was. He clicked his tongue in disapproval, his thumb caressing over your cheek.
“I should be the one apologizing” he murmured, causing you to meet his eyes in confusion. “If I had paid more attention to you, you wouldn’t need to think of other options”
Michael felt disappointed in himself, how dare he neglect you like this?
“Why didn’t you ask me to give you what you needed baby?”
You avoided his gaze, and if you were being honest, a tiny hint of anger made its way into your stomach. You smiled a little, though it wasn’t from joy.
“Because I barely even got the chance to talk to you…” your words were followed by a moment of silence. “If you even happened to show up at home, it was late at night,” your voice was gentle, not revealing what you actually felt, but still Michael knew it. He knew you like the back of his hand, and he realized the anger and loneliness that must have been building up inside of you was not small.
“I don’t even know when was the last time you hugged me like this” you shrugged, the words got caught up in your throat towards the end. Michael breathed in deeply, trying to conceal his anger toward himself. “I didn’t realize how absent I have been,” he said, trying to read your eyes “I am so sorry princess” He gave a kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering on your soft skin.
You slightly shook your head. “Even if you had, I know you didn’t choose to neglect me…, I know you haven’t been sleeping more than four hours each night” And it was true, despite feeling lonely, you also worried deeply about your husband.
“My sweet girl” he smiled at you, making you melt into his touch, “that isn’t your problem to think about, just leave that to me” You didn’t say anything to that, just moving your body forward and leaning into him. Michael was quick to hold you, caressing your back and hair as you relaxed into him. And suddenly, the stress and loneliness didn’t feel as heavy anymore. You took a deep breath of him, getting intoxicated by the signature smell of his cologne mixed with just, him.
“I missed you so much” he whispered, only causing you to cling onto him more tightly. Minutes passed, as the two of you remained in the same spot, holding onto each other and neither ready to let go. It wasn’t until Michael slightly parted from you, observing your pretty face before his eyes got stuck on your lips. And it was at this moment, that he couldn’t actually recall when he had kissed you last. Not a quick peck without thought behind it. No, when was it last, that he took his sweet time to taste your lips, to make you melt into his touch by simply grazing his lips over yours?
He didn’t know, and it made him feel upset. You tried reading his face, as he was looking at you. And as you caught him observing your lips, it left your skin tickling with anticipation.
Michael took your face into his hands gently, lifting it up slightly before leaning down. And right as he was about to kiss you, his breath hot against your skin, he stopped.
“I love you” he whispered against your lips, and then there was it. The plush feeling of his lips against yours causing your eyes to flutter shut. Your hands reaching up and holding onto his arms. His lips just lingered on yours for a moment, before he pulled apart once more, searching your face for a reaction. But you just leaned toward him again instinctively. And this time, his lips crashed against yours, the gentleness gone and pure longing overtaking. Your mouths were moving against each other passionately, and knowingly. The other’s body imprinted in your minds, from years and years of loving each other. Michael’s hands moved down your body instinctively, grabbing you firmly at the waist. His sudden firmness pulled a small whimper from you, it was barely there, but of course Michael still heard it.
He smiled into the kiss while pulling you closer toward him. As you felt his tongue licking against your lips, you allowed him entrance right away. The familiar taste of him blended with a soft mint flavor as your tongues moved along each other. It was at that moment, that your fingers started pawing at his chest, trying to somehow ground yourself.
As he pulled away from you, he watched your chest rising up and down, slightly out of breath. And the way you bit your glistening lips in frustration made him smirk. He watched you knowingly, of course it wasn’t enough for you. But he wouldn’t rush things today.
Instead, he placed a kiss on your cheek, before moving to stand behind you. He pulled you against him once more, your back against his chest as his arms slung around your waist. You found his hands shortly after, intertwining them beneath your own and waiting for what he was going to do next. He rested his chin on your shoulder, and his eyes drifted toward the box on his desk again. But this time, he was feeling something else.
“Did you use it often?” his voice came out low beside your ear, and a deep blush spread on your cheeks. You hesitated before speaking, feeling shy. “Just…, a couple times” you shrugged, and you could hear Michael smiling. “A couple times?” You nodded, eyes drifting to your intertwined fingers. Michael seemed to think for moment, not satisfied with the answer.
“Is it better than me?” his question startled you. Flashbacks of you using it came back to your mind, but never once did you think it was better than him. You shook your head gently, before gathering some courage.
“Actually, using it made me miss you more” your voice was barely above a whisper, but he heard every word clearly. He grinned, one hand beginning to swiftly move underneath your shirt, just grazing the bare skin there. “So you thought about me while touching yourself, princess?”
Your breath hitched, you didn’t expect him to be so straightforward. But you knew he would wait for your answer. “Yes” you whispered, gazing at him from the corner of your eye. He was smiling to himself, before starting to place gentle kisses on your shoulder. You sighed into the touch, arousal quickly catching up to you as his mouth went higher, his lips pressing against your neck now. Your fingers gripped at him tightly, his thumb drawing circles on the skin beneath the shirt, as your breathing got heavier.
“Will you use it again?” he breathed against your skin, sending a shiver down your spine. You shook your head, “No”. And with that answer, he started kissing and licking at your neck more passionately. Whimpers escaped your lips. “That’s right” he growled, before detaching himself from your skin and turning your body around to face him again. “Look at me” his voice was strong, and you followed his order, looking up to him with round and expecting eyes. Suddenly, he leaned down, placing his hands on the back of your thighs before lifting you and sitting you down on the desk. You gripped his shoulders in surprise, and he found his place between your legs, staring down at you. “From now, it doesn’t matter where I am. Recording, shooting, doing paperwork,” his fingers brushed a strand of hair behind your ear as he spoke, “if you call, and demand me to take care of you, I will. Without hesitation” you stared at him with widened eyes. “Is that clear, my love?” You started massaging at his shoulders gently, a smile slipping on your lips. “Yes Michael”
He returned your smile, relaxing into your touch. His hands were placed on top of your thighs, squeezing the soft flesh from time to time. You took your time to take in his face, and the way his slightly wavy hair framed it. You bit your lip, contemplating whether to speak or not. But your urge was too strong not to. “Michael?” his eyes found yours instantly, telling you he was listening. “I want you to take care of me now…” you felt shy saying those words, avoiding his eyes.
Michael chuckled deeply, as he placed his fingers on your chin. “Are you sure you want Michael?” he asked, and a warm feeling spread in your belly. His thumb was moving to your lip, caressing the flesh and distracting you. “I…I don’t know” He gave you a knowing look, smiling. “But baby, I need you to use your words and tell me what you need, so I can help you” You felt yourself starting to get wet at his words, goosebumps spreading over your arms. Your skin tingled in anticipation, but you knew he wouldn’t touch or kiss you until you spoke. Your face was flushed, from being shy and aroused at the same time.
“I want you to make me feel good…” you mumbled, but he still just looked at you, his thumb resting against your lips while waiting for you to continue. A sound of embarrassment escaped your lips, and you were fascinated by his self control. “Daddy” the word was whispered, but he heard it clear as day. “That’s right baby, there you go” and with that, his lips crashed against yours again. Not gentle, but passionately. He was licking, pulling and sucking on your lips, leaving you breathless. His fingers were burning on your hips, buried beneath the fabric. There was no risk of losing you, but he held onto you like he would anyways. He pulled apart from you, a small string of spit still connecting you and you whined in protest. You were already clawing at his shoulders, trying to get him close again. But he just pulled you off the desk, and started leading you toward the couch in the corner of his office. It had big seats, made out of black leather, and as he was sitting down on it, relaxing into the cushions, you thought he was incredibly attractive. He sat with spread legs, and pulled you between them by your wrist. You couldn’t help but notice how close his face was to your middle, but the thoughts were quickly wiped away as you felt his fingers prying at the waistband of your pants.
The fabric pooled at your ankles as he pulled them down, and you were quick to step out of them. You watched him observe you, eyes darkening as he was watching your lower body now only covered by your panties. He slightly lifted your shirt, bunching it up between his fingers and holding it up like that as his lips started peppering kisses over your belly and hips. Your eyes closed automatically, and your fingers found their way into his hair, just needing something to hold onto. A sigh escaped your lips, and Michael looked up to you. His round eyes were glistening with lust and adoration, and you held onto his cheek, feeling the bones in his jaw. For a moment, you stayed like this, just watching each others faces, before he pulled you onto his lap, making you straddle him. Your exhale was shaky as you felt his hardening dick beneath you, but he didn’t give you much time to think about it, his lips clinging to your neck. You gasped, legs moving automatically to close, trying to ease the throbbing between them, but there was no way with Michael’s body in between them. You held onto his hair as his lips and teeth were abusing the sensitive skin on your neck, and you couldn’t help but gently rut your hips against his once.
Michael pulled away from you, taking in your state. Flushed face and neck, a hickey decorating the skin there now, shaky breathing escaped between your slightly parted lips. That’s exactly where he wanted you, utterly gone for him. He gave a peck to your lips, before smiling at you, his hands playing with the fabric of panties around your hips. “Take what you need baby” his voice was low, dripping with dominance “That’s what Daddy’s here for” You wanted to roll your eyes on the effect his voice and words had on you, leaving your underwear damp. You didn’t move, didn’t speak, just look at him with hesitation. It wasn’t until he gave you that damn confident smile, and a light smack to your behind, “Come on”. Your hands grabbed at his shirt, leaning down to rest your face in his neck. The skin there was hot, and you could feel his quickened pulse. A long gasp left your mouth as you started grinding your hips back and forth, your swollen clit finally getting some relief on his fully erect cock. His grip tightened on you, a deep and ragged breath coming from him as he relaxed further into the cushions.
Soft whimpers came from you, hips never faltering to move against him. Your face was scrunched up in pleasure, and your started undoing the buttons of Michael’s black dress shirt, exposing the splotchy, hot skin that lay beneath it. You picked up your pace as your hands were roaming around his bare chest, trying to ground yourself, but all you felt was desperation. Michael held onto you tightly, one hand resting at the back of your head, while the other firmly held onto your hip, guiding your movements without realizing. The sounds leaving your mouth increased in volume, and you felt Michael bucking his hips into yours, now searching for his own pleasure too. You felt yourself getting close fast, release right around the corner as your legs started shaking around him, your breath coming out in whimpers and moans as your fingers clawed on his skin. He noticed, he always does. “There you go baby” he cooed, restrained moans slipping from his throat, “getting close, hm?” Your body shook with every movement, the only thing separating you was the thin fabric of his slacks and your panties. You nodded into his neck, “Please” you breathed, and though you didn’t word it, he knew what you were pleading for.
The whine that slipped from your mouth was frustrated as he grabbed your hips with both hands tightly, stilling your movements. And it took Michael a lot of self restraint not to buck up into your wet heat, searching for his own pleasure. You tried moving against his grip, searching for any contact on your clit. “Ah, patience” he gently scolded, leaving your hole gripping around nothing, “I am not nearly done with you, princess” You pulled away from his neck, looking into his eyes with desperation. “Please” your voice came out almost begging, leaving Michael with a smile. Your hand moved between your legs, beginning to palm Michael’s hardness over the fabric of the slacks. He bucked up into your touch involuntarily, his grip on you tightening while throwing his head back slightly. His smile only grew knowingly, you wanted to charm him into giving you what you wanted, but it didn’t work. He just relaxed into the pleasure for a moment, sighing softly.
You searched his eyes in hope for an answer to your silent question, begging for release. But there was nothing. His hand found your wrist, stopping your movement. “That’s enough” he said lowly, before moving your hand away from him, pulling your entire body off of him in the motion. You sat with the back against the couch, next to him, before he lowered himself to the floor. Kneeling in front of your legs, he stared up to you. Your legs were pried open and propped up onto the cushions by his big hands, you tried closing them, feeling shy, but you didn’t stand a chance against him. “Don’t you dare and try to hide” he smiled, his hands wandering to your hips, before pulling your middle closer to the edge. You gasped in surprise, which turned into soft moaning soon enough as his lips were wandering along your bare thighs. Your skin was burning with desire, your lower belly filled with lust as your hands moved down to his head, holding onto him as his lips trailed higher. You felt him pull at the fabric of your underwear, and you lifted your hips slightly so he could slide them off more easily. He tossed them somewhere far in the room, where they would be long forgotten. One of your hands came up to your face, playing with your lips as Michael observed your glistening folds and puffy clit. He groaned slightly, before placing a kiss right above where you wanted him most. “What a beautiful pussy” he whispered, eyes still focused on it as his finger slightly grazed over the wetness, leaving you sighing, “all wet for me”
You didn’t say a word, just waited for him to finally do something. And when he finally did, he moved his head closer to your middle, looking up to your face the entire time before slowly licking along your folds. You gasped, tightening the grip you had in his hair. But his touch didn’t last long, pulling back soon enough. You whined in protest, as he sat up straighter on his knees. He reached for the small table beside the couch, grabbing a hair tie. “Gotta do this the right way” he mumbled to himself. You watched as he shrugged off his shirt entirely, and then gathered his hair to tie it together. The motion of that somehow left you struggling even more. But he was quick to return to you, inching closer as he grabbed your legs, and moved them so they rested over his shoulders. He closed his eyes before diving his tongue into your wetness once more. The sight of his face between your legs, with closed eyes and an expression like he just tasted the most delicate thing in this world sent you spiraling, your cunt getting wetter by the second. “Michael” you sighed, your hands clawing at the cushions desperately. His round eyes opened, looking up to you with that lustful gaze, tongue never faltering. But it wasn’t enough. You needed him elsewhere, your clit was pulsing at the mere thought of him. And then you remembered his words from earlier, ‘Take what you need baby’.
Your fingers moved to his hair once more, grabbing harshly before pulling his head higher, and Michael let you. He smiled against your core, before placing a kiss against your clit. You mewled. “What a brave girl” he breathed, but he didn’t resist your grip, instead he finally gave you what you so urgently needed. His tongue grazed over your swollen pearl gently, knowingly. A strangled moan left you, as you pressed yourself against his mouth even closer. You felt him placing your mouth over the sensitive nub, before starting to lick and suckle on it, moaning into you himself. It was at this moment that you let yourself go entirely, rubbing your hips against his face while holding it in place by his hair, filthy moans and whimpers leaving your throat. Michael’s fingers dug into your thighs bruisingly, possessively, picking up the pace of his penetration. The familiar coil in your lower belly started forming once more, tightening as Michael sucked on your clit. Your legs started trembling and closing around his head, trapping him in place, not like he would want to escape anyways. Your chest started rising more heavily, as you were leaving a wet mess on Michael’s lips. He hummed into you, sending vibrations to your body, his eyes remaining closed in concentration. He felt you clenching around nothing, pain shooting into his scalp as you pulled his hair tighter. Beside furrowing his brows in pain, he ignored it, didn’t stop you. He knew how close you were as your body started trembling, and he wouldn’t even dare to let go of your clit now. “Daddy…” you gasped, and he looked up to you from in between your legs. The sight left you breathless, quite literally. He pulled away only slightly, allowing himself to speak even though you whined at the loss of pleasure. His thumbs rubbed circles into your skin as he was speaking lowly. “I know baby, just let it go for me, yeah?”
You nodded, threading your fingers through his loosely tied hair. The warm feeling returned as he started lapping at you again. The orgasm building inside you was about to snap, your eyes never leaving his as you rutted against his tongue. Your hand found his, that was resting against your thighs, clawing and gripping at it. You felt your surroundings getting blurry, as you slipped closer and closer to the edge. He grabbed your hand, knowing you needed the touch, and intertwined his fingers with yours. Your back arched, breathing stopped and stars came into your view as your orgasm hit you. Michael’s tongue never faltered, even as your release dripped down to his chin. Your loud moans and whimpering echoed in the room, as you rode out your high. You tried pushing him off with shaky hands as he sent you into overstimulation. You could feel his smile against you as you whined, the feeling way too much. As he pulled away, you were finally able to catch your breath, legs closing in front of him protectively, shaking.
Michael laughed softly, prying your legs to one side so he could look at you. He watched you catching your breath, rubbing at the skin of your legs in a soothing manner. His chin and lips were glistening with your fluids, and you reached out to wipe them away, but his hand slung around your wrist gently, pulling it down and holding onto it. “Don’t” he smiled, before licking over his lips. The pink hue on your cheeks deepened, but you just took the moment to admire him. His still lustful gaze roamed over your body, and his tied hair, messy strands loosely hanging around his face from your pulling. “You look so good right now” the words left your mouth before you even realized, and Michael laughed, a little flustered at the unexpected compliment.
The two of you rested like that for a moment, before Michael rose. The bulge in his slacks still prominent, straining against the fabric. He leaned down, planting a kiss on your forehead, before gathering your arms and laying them around his neck. He picked your body up in a swift motion as you clung around his neck, legs crossing behind him. He carried you toward your shared bedroom in silence, and you knew this was not the end. Michael was always keen to bring you over the edge multiple times, and while he was walking your mind spiraled back in memory to the beginning of your relationship. When Michael was still trying to figure out where you were most sensitive, less confident but ever so determined. And he never gave up, always trying and searching until you were shaking with pleasure. You smiled and kissed his bare shoulder as he was stepping through the doorway. He let you down in front of the bed gently, the floor cool against your feet. Your arms remained around his neck, leaning up to kiss him. It was gentle and slow, just lips pressing against lips. His hands wandered to the hem of your shirt, before breaking the kiss and pulling it over your head, leaving you fully naked. Michael looked you up and down, somehow your body got more beautiful every time he got to see it. You bit your lip, his gaze burning on you. “You’re so beautiful, love” he whispered, slowly guiding you to sit down on the edge of the bed. Your eyes were at one level with his erection now, and you couldn’t fight the feeling of wanting to satisfy him too. Touch him, and taste him. Your fingers found his belt, unclasping it shakily. He noticed you struggling, and was quick to help. Unbuttoning his slacks, before pulling them down along with his briefs. His cock was standing in front of your eyes proudly, leaving your core tingling once more. No matter how often you saw it, you were always left impressed by his size and girth. His hand wrapped around his hardness, pulling back the foreskin to reveal the tip that was dripping with precum. You licked your lips, remembering his taste as his fingers started threading through your hair.
You leaned forward, lips placing a gentle kiss on his tip and his hand found its place on your head instantly. His gaze never left you, watching your every move closely. The way your lips puckered as you were peppering kisses all over his long shaft, his eyes threatening to close. But he held them open, sighing into your touch as your hand wrapped around the firm base, starting to stroke slowly. Michael wasn’t the only one who knew your body, you knew his very well too. You looked into his half opened eyes from under him, before opening your mouth and sucking gently on the sensitive tip. A low grunt escaped him, legs trembling slightly. He didn’t realize how much he needed this too. The only release he got the past weeks were the lazy strokes of his own hand on a studio couch, if he even had the energy for that. The fingers in your hair tightened, pushing your mouth further down his cock, the wet heat pleasuring him. “Oh god, baby” he sighed, brows furrowed.
His words spurred you on, taking him deeper until he hit the back of your throat, causing you to choke slightly. Michael pushed you off of him with a moan. “Careful princess” he cooed, watching you slightly cough, your eyes glistening with tears. But if he was being honest, it only turned him on more. You were quick to compose yourself, taking his shaft back into your mouth, bobbing your head slowly, teasingly almost. He caught onto it fast, smiling before guiding your pace by your hair. He inhaled sharply as you started stroking the left of him that didn’t fit into your mouth, his lower abdomen tensing up. Michael felt himself losing control, gripping tighter and moving faster, making you gag from time to time but ignoring it. As he saw the tears streaming over your cheeks, he almost came, close to the edge. He pulled you off quickly, caressing your hair to calm himself down. “That’s enough” he breathed, and despite your pouting, he just motioned for you to edge up the bed, following you onto it. He crawled over your naked body, taking the familiar space between your slightly spread legs before sitting down on his knees.
His eyes drifted over your naked body, your slim shoulders and full tits, all the way down to your still wet pussy. He bit his lip, reaching out his hands to caress your stomach. “All these years I have been calling you my wife, and you still make me crazy” he muttered, eyes still fixed on your bare skin, which was prickling with excitement. You giggled at him, softly rolling your eyes at him and he returned your smile while leaning down to kiss you. Slowly, savoring the taste of your lips before plunging his tongue against yours. His kisses trailed to your cheek and jaw, slowly moving down to your neck, kissing the sensitive spot behind your ear. You were sighing, relaxing into the soft pillows of your bed, hands resting upon his strong shoulders. His lips moved to your collarbone, and from there to your boobs. One hand of his started fondling your breast, gently flicking his finger over your erect nipple, as his mouth moved along the other. Sucking it between his lips and gently biting down, knowing the effect it had over you. Your legs wrapped around his waist while you moaned out his name. His mouth was still moving among your tits as you felt his hand between your legs. They spread wider unconsciously, loosening up their grip around him.
Your breathing stilled for a moment as you felt his finger gliding between your folds, gathering the wetness before teasingly prodding at your entrance. You clawed at his shoulder in anticipation. As he finally slid it inside, your mouth opened in a silent gasp. It had been so long since something had penetrated you, even his finger felt overwhelming. Michael let go of your breast with a pop, before sitting up a little straighter once more, watching his finger disappear inside of you before drifting to your scrunched up face. “You’re so tight baby, gripping so hard around a mere finger” he cooed, amazed. You blushed, which only fed into his pride more. The finger moved in and out of you slowly, though remembering your sweet spot and grazing it with every thrust. The intensity of it felt much different, heating up your entire body and slightly making your back arch up.
“Michael please” you whimpered, looking into his brown eyes with desperation. He returned your stare, pressing his lips together tightly. “I need you Mike, please…” your words got interrupted by a moan, “I need you inside me, deep”. He groaned at your words, his hand stilling inside you. “Baby doll I know, I want nothing more” he said gently, lust thick in his words, “but if I don’t get you ready, I can’t get deep, let alone make you feel good” you whined, but knew he was right. “I don’t want you to be in pain”. He caressed your cheek with his free hand softly, eyes sparkling with adoration. Michael was right, making you recall the times he gave in to your pleading, but his size just left your middle burning. You gave him a pout, but he was quick to remove it, moving his thumb over your lip as he started fingering you again. His cock still hung heavy between his legs, dripping with precum as he slowly slid another finger inside. The stretch burned slightly, your walls clinging onto the digits tightly, but it still left your mouth falling open. Michael saw it as an invitation and slipped his thumb inside, gently rubbing on your tongue. You wrapped your lips around it, suckling on it with closed eyes, and oddly enough it felt grounding. You moaned around his finger as the ones inside you curved upward, stimulating you a little harder. You watched his face in a daze, the sight of your husband leaving you even more aroused. The words left your mouth without a thought, giving begging another try.
“Michael please” you mumbled around his thumb, and he took it out. While your desperate pleas threatened him to lose control, he still couldn’t resist to listen. “Hurry up” you whined, making him breathe out a laugh. He shook his head in disbelief. “Never” he said, though his actions implied something else as he inserted the third finger, stretching you to your limits. Your loud whimpers filled the room as you clawed at his arm. “Oh god” you moaned out, leaving his cock throbbing. His thumb started drawing circles over your clit, and he shot you a toothy, confident smile. He knew exactly what he was doing, and his beautiful, stupid smile didn’t make it any better. Michael watched your flushed face, and the way sweat slowly started forming at your hairline. The whimpering sight in front of him gave him the rest, and he gently slid his fingers out of you. You were about to protest, but fell silent as you watched him lick your fluids from his fingers, eyes shut while enjoying your taste.
Michael took one leg of yours gently, and pressed it closer to your upper body, forcing your legs to spread a little more, before he took his throbbing length in his other hand and rubbed it along your wet folds teasingly. His tip brushed up into your clit, your arousal basically dripping out of your hole now, and down onto the sheets. Tears welled in your eyes, overwhelmed from all the teasing and desperation, and Michael noticed. He cooed at you gently, before softly flicking his finger against the tip of your nose. “My sweet girl” he said, his heart bursting with adoration for you, “want me inside now, hm?”. You inhaled deeply, meeting his eyes. “Please” you nodded, and he was quick to adjust himself, edging closer to you slightly before placing the tip of his cock against your hole.
Your whole body shook as he slowly slid inside of you, the stretch slightly burning, but not painful.
Michael let out a quiet grunt at the feeling, but you remained silent, holding your breath with closed eyes. He knew you needed time to adjust, and though all he wanted to do was plunge inside you and take you how he wanted, he held himself back. Instead, he leaned over you, planting the hand that was holding your leg up beside your head. He placed gently kisses on your cheek as his thumb came to your pearl once more, circling it in hopes for you to adjust more comfortably. You exhaled slowly, sighing into his ear. He felt you relax more, body becoming less stiff and your arms coming up to rest around his shoulders, though your walls still clenched around him with a death grip.
He tried pushing himself in further, but was met with resistance and a wince coming from your lips. He stilled immediately. “I’m sorry princess” he breathed, “try to unclench for me baby”.
You gave him a small nod, concentrating on relaxing your core. Michael was never impatient with you trying to adjust. There was a time you couldn’t relax at all, the only thing you felt was pain despite your arousal. He didn’t get upset, nor frustrated. He just held you and brought you release in another way, being selfless in the moment. He felt your wet heat slightly adjusting around him, and tried pushing further once more. This time it went in smoothly, deeper than he intended. You moaned at the sudden intrusion and he let out a loud grunt. His brows were scrunched up, and lips pressed together. “Fuck” he breathed out, surprising you. It was rare to hear him swear. “I forgot how damn good this cunt feels”. You gasped in embarrassment, though a little bit of pride was present in your heart. The way his cock stretched you left you breathless, and you squeezed your plush walls around him, urging him to move. But Michael didn’t, he was left in the same motion, eyes scrunched together in concentration, his head hanging above you. “Michael…,” you whined, longing for more, “please, take me, use-”
“Sweetheart shut your mouth for a second” he interrupted you, his eyes meeting yours, they were filled with darkness. “If I don’t calm down now, I might just fuck you until you cry. So let me”. Though his words shocked you a little, they didn’t hurt you. Instead, they left you even more desperate, maybe even wanting him to lose his composure for once. You remained silent, and just started caressing his arms gently, trying to help him calm down. It helped him enough to not lose control entirely, and he breathed in deeply, shakily, before starting to slowly thrust inside of your wet heat. Your moans filled the room, and the soothing touch on his arms turned into grabbing and clawing. “That’s my good girl” he groaned, letting himself feel your tight walls squeezing his cock with every movement. “Taking me so well”.
Your legs spread open naturally, letting him come closer, but he didn’t. He still didn’t push himself inside fully, and it took every last drop of self control he had. The bulbous head grazed your sweet spot with every thrust, slow and gentle, not enough to please you yet. You were getting whinier and more frustrated with him by the second. “Michael please,” you begged, your nails digging into his skin, “I need you deeper”. He shook his head, getting visibly more frustrated too, drops of sweat rolling down the side of his face. “You’re not ready yet” he muttered, his breath coming out strangled. Instead, he picked up his pace, pounding into you faster than before. It felt rewarding, and you thought if you pushed him further, you would eventually get what you wanted.
You reached your hand down, grabbing onto the base of his cock that was still not buried inside of you. You automatically stroked the remaining length as he was thrusting, leaving him to let his head fall to your collarbone. A strangled moan escaped him, before he took your wrist and pinned it above your head. His stare into your eyes was burning, captivating. “I’m serious doll, don’t push me to snap, I will hurt you” his breathing was uncontrolled, stuttering and heavy as he kept up his pace. You knew he was right, you weren’t ready to take all of him, it would leave you with pain, but your desire was too strong. It had been too long, you were unable to wait any longer. “Please” your voice was so whiny, so desperate, Michael had to close his eyes to remain focused. “I just need you” your nails dug deeper, leaving crescents in his skin. “Give me all Michael, I am be-” your breath got caught in your throat as he bottomed out. His cock filling you to the brim and pushing against your cervix painfully. A deep groan left him, and he couldn’t help but slightly bite into your shoulder, mixing with the already existent pain.
He didn’t stop drilling into you, though when he lifted his head, he immediately searched your face in worry. His control was gone, so even as he recognized the discomfort in your eyes, tears daring to overflow, he didn’t stop. He just moaned in frustration. “I told you princess, you’re not ready for me” he pressed through clenched teeth. And while his cock painfully abused your cervix, you still felt relieved, still felt satisfied. He finally gave in to your wish. As he saw the first tear rolling down your cheek, he slowed down. His worry overpowering his lust, his desperation and desire. “Fuck baby,” he sighed, grabbing your cheek and wiping away the tear, “look what you’ve done to me, hm? Let’s calm down”. And this time you didn’t push him, you gave in knowing he was right. His thrusts slowed down enormously, they were slow and long. He sat up on his knees once more, his hands rubbing over your lower stomach, right above where he was buried inside of you. You smiled at him with teary eyes, and soon enough the pain turned into pleasure, the earlier penetration against your cervix was replaced with a gentle tapping against it, making warmth spread in your core. The flush returned to your face, and you reached out for his hand, needing to hold him as you moaned softly. Michael had relaxed visibly, and regained some of that control he had lost earlier. His breathing was more even. “There you go baby” he cooed, intertwining his fingers with yours, picking up his pace once more. He left you a moaning mess, your fluids leaving a creamy ring on the base of his cock as he was pounding into you. “I feel so good..” you breathed, more tears flowing from you.
But this time Michael recognized it wasn’t from discomfort or pain, they came from overwhelming pleasure. It wasn’t rare for you to cry and cling to him during sex, so he felt relieved. “That’s right doll, just let it go” he whispered, his brows furrowed from his own pleasure. “Tell me what you need baby”. You didn’t answer him right away, focusing on your body first trying to figure that out yourself. “I want you to go harder” you breathed. And Michael complied, thrusting harder, not faster, something he learned to distinguish a long time ago. Your mouth opened in silence, pleasure overtaking your body as his cock grazed every sweet spot inside of you possible. Michael leaned over you once more, planting a kiss against your forehead, his own body trembling slightly. You clenched around him, causing him to moan loudly as he buried his head in the crook of your neck. “You’re so spoiled baby, I always give you what you want” he murmured, making you smile slightly. Your skin was on fire, and the sound of his skin slapping on yours blended with your moans and grunts. “You’re so damn tight around me” he moaned, fingers clawing into the skin of your hips, surely going to leave some slight bruises. “I neglected that pussy for too long and now I got to live with the consequences”. He felt himself getting closer to release, frustration building inside him. He hated to cum before you did, his focus on your pleasure first.
You couldn’t help but clench around his thick cock even tighter, making the feeling more intense as his veins brushed over your sweet spot. Your fingers got caught in his disheveled hair, pulling and caressing as he made sweet love to you, moaning and breathing into your neck heavily. “God no…” he groaned, pulling away from your neck slightly, shaking his head. “I need to stop for a moment”, and his movement stilled, your eyes widened in confusion. “Why, what’s wrong?” your hands didn’t stop threading and caressing through his hair, your voice shaky. He smiled slightly, avoiding your gaze. “I’m getting too close” his thumb found your clit, rubbing and leaving you gasping. You shook your head. “Please, just continue Michael”. He hesitated, watching your eyes while keeping his rhythm on your swollen pearl. “Please” your voice was gentle and begging. He finally gave in, starting to bury himself inside of you with sensual thrusts. You could see him fighting back his release, arms trembling and breathing ragged as his face was scrunched in concentration. Your hands moved to hold his face, watching him, his lips slightly parted as he moaned in pleasure. “Cum inside of me Michael, please” you whimpered, and that was his last straw before his thrusts turned sloppy. His hips stuttering and mouth opening wide as he released spurt after spurt of his warm seed inside of you. He collapsed onto you, panting and moaning, but he didn’t stop. He sent himself into overstimulation while keeping up his pace, your fluids mixing with his seed as it started overflowing inside of you.
You felt your own high near, walls clenching around his sensitive cock while holding onto him. The veins in his neck strained, his head turning red, and it felt hard to breathe. But he was determined to give you a sweet release, not with his mouth nor with his fingers, but the way you wanted it for so long. And it wasn’t long after, that your walls were fluttering against him, the coil in your belly snapping as you rode out your high with loud moans and clinging touches. Michael kept going, grunting into your skin with squeezed eyes until he felt your body shaking from overstimulation. It was at this moment that he fully collapsed onto your body, his thrusts halting while still buried deep inside of you. Both of you were breathing hard, trying to calm down and ground each other. It took Michael longer than you, and as you had finally caught your breath, he was still slightly trembling, breathing hard.
“Michael?” you whispered, caressing along his back gently, “Are you okay?”. He only answered with a nod, planting a kiss on your shoulder, before burying his face into the skin there. Several minutes passed, and you almost thought he had fallen asleep before he pulled up his head and looked at you. He gave you a tired smile, which you returned. You winced as he slid his softening length out of you, the evidence of the scene spilling out of you. Michael sat up slowly, wiping away the sweat that was running down his face. He gave you a look of admiration, his hand reaching out to squeeze your leg reassuringly, before he stood up, his legs slightly trembling from exhaustion. “Wait here” he said softly, moving toward the bathroom door, “I’ll clean you up”. You nodded and waited with a smile. He returned with a warm, damp cloth, wiping at your swollen middle. You winced, legs starting to shake slightly. “I know baby” he cooed, keeping your legs open with one hand as the other tried to clean you up as gently as possible. The cloth was discarded somewhere on the floor, as he scooted up the bed, opening his arms in invitation. You moved closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder, your fingers drawing invisible patterns onto his chest as his arm wrapped around you.
“I love you” you whispered, the room feeling silent and calm all of a sudden. Michael smiled. “I love you more”
The two of you remained like that for several moments before he spoke.
“I’m going to take a few days off”. You lifted your head to look at him, surprise crossing your face. “Michael, what about the music video? You can’t just abandon your work like that” you said, concern heavy in your voice. “I know,” he smiled, his finger drawing circles on your arm, “but I also can’t keep neglecting my wife like this, you’re more important”. You looked into his eyes with love, and didn’t need to say a word, he already knew. A grin pulled at his lips. “You know what?” he asked, turning his head down to look at you. “What?” you smiled. “I’m going to make love to you every single day and night” he whispered, a sheepish smile across his face. He left you giggling, planting a tender kiss to your cheek.