after a successful concert, michael and his bodyguard/lover have a time in michael’s hotel room.
sub/bottom!mj, no use of “you” or “y/n”, anal, orgasm denial, dom!reader , hotel sex , begging
a/n: I was planning for my debut fic to be something else, but I had this idea and just HAD to write it down before anything else so enjoy!! os I wrote this in like 50 mins not proofread so if there’s any mistakes,, i apologize lol.
wc: 1,115
the obscene squelching noises of skin on skin and the creak of the hotel desk chair alongside the occasional groans from him and the filthy high-pitched moans from michael were all that filled the room.
michael was absolutely exhausted, much different than when he and his bodyguard arrived to the hotel room after yet another succesful concert and michael seemed like he had enough energy to go on stage and perform for a whole nother 2 hours. he wasn't sure how things advanced from there, but it included lots of teasing. and before the both of them knew it, michael was being stretched out on his dick and riding him with such frequency that his bodyguard almost worried that someone outside might hear them. that concern dissloved immeditely. he had better things to worry about, and by "things", he meant michael.
"oh, please," michael whispered into his neck, voice strained and quiet only because he had been singing not too long ago and then screaming from pleasure right after. "please."
michael's legs trembled with the need to release, his hands gripping the guard tightly. so tightly it almost hurt. he strengthened his grip on michael's dick, his thumb pressing down on the slit so that michael couldn't cum. the last few rounds, he had let michael freely use and ride him and come all he wanted. for the last round, he decided that he desvered the right to be a little mean, no?
he had asked beforehand and got the green light to do so. so, why not?
"not yet, pretty." he huffed, using his other hand to support michael as he bounced up and down. a bit ago, michael's movements were much more rhythmic and fast, but the pure neediness and exhaustion was evidently catching up to him. his movements were now driven by desperation. heavier, sloppier. a whine pierced his ears and michael grinder down, slumping onto the other even more.
michael was, in simple words, a mess. an alluring, sinfully beautiful mess. his skin gleamed in the hotel light with sweat, mouth agape and not able to close, damping the bodyguards shoulder with saliva. he shivered and choked on his own breath almost everytime the other thrusted up to match his hips, and his eyes— when they were open— glistened with unshed tears.
he swept away a loose, curled strand of hair that was sticking to michael's face and pulled him into a wet, sloppy kiss at the same time as he used the hand at michael's waist to halt michael's bouncing. the noise michael let out was downright devastated, practically a sob. unfortunately for michael, it went straight to the other man's dick, causing it to twitch inside of him.
the two were both out of breath when they pulled away from the kiss, sitting there for a moment to steady their breathing just a bit. michael reached one of his hands down in attempt to stroke himself but the bodyguard grabbed his wrist firmly but gently.
"no. no. I— fuck, I can't.." michael cursed, allowing his head to fall onto the other's shoulder once again.
He tried not to smile at michael's state. "what do you want, baby?" the words were coated with fake sympathy.
"..you know what I want." michael pleaded, voice dropping. "please, I wanna- no, I need t'cum. god, I need to so bad. please."
michael's begging was always pretty. majority of the time, he would give in easily just because of how broken michael sounded anytime he begged but, like he said. he deserved to be a bit mean, didn't he?
"patience, love. you'll get what you want, aight?"
carefully, he lifted michael up from under the legs and carried him over to the bed, lowering him gently and towering over him. he pulled his dick out to then flip michael over.
michael gripped the pillow beneath him with both of his arms, holding it close while his body half was hoisted up so that he could be rammed back into.
and he did get rammed back into, letting out a broken moan.
he thrusted in and out of michael with the energy that michael was missing just minutes before, the slap, slap , slap of skin agasint skin echoing throughout the room.
michael buried his head into the mattress, moaning into it. vulnerable and hoarse noises coming from his throat and bouncing off the walls. at this point, neither of them could care less who heard.
michael was slipping and the bodyguard could see it, so he placed a firm smack on michael's ass, relishing in the choked cry that michael emittied from beneath him.
"don't you dare fuckin' cum without me saying so." he demanded, leaning into michael's ear, breath warm and breathing heavy from the frantic thrusting in and out.
"fuck!" michael trembled. "please. please, I can't no more, forreal. 's too much. I wanna-" he cut himself off with a moan. "w-wanna cum. you're bein' mean, please jus'let me.." being fucked into mercilessly was one thing, but his dick rubbing against the mattress, matching the movements of the thrusts was another thing entirely and was throwing michael off the edge, making it impossibly harder to hold it in.
something shifted in him then. sure, he had gotten permission to tease and be a bit mean. and if it truly was too much, michael could tell him to simply 'stop' and all would seize. despite being completely fucked out, michael knew that.
he watched as michael jerked and writhed with every thrust to his sweet spot. he groaned, being brought closer to the edge as well.
"f-fuck," he cursed. "you wanna cum, baby? go on, let go." he rasped, burrowing his head into michael's shoulder. he was seconds away from coming apart as well. he figured he might as well allow michael to get what he wanted.
michael came hard. ropes of white shooting out and painting the sheets. whimpers and whines left the king of pop's mouth as the other continued to relentlessly attack his hole until finally pulling out and emptying his thick, wet load right onto the others back.
for a moment, the two of them stayed completely still, focused on catching their breath.
michael felt the other's weight on him as arms came down to wrap around his torso. he left tender kissed along michael's neck.
"sorry. hope that wasn't too much."
michael let out a breathless chuckle that faded into an exhale. he closed his eyes before responding.
"..it was good. I liked it." he was close to drifting off. the other took it as an opportunity to get up to grab a towel and begin cleaning them up.
I just wanna release a load into an arched-up Michael so bad
yummm on his knees or his back? personally, i'd go for the latter; writhing and whining mikey begging for your load and it's perfect because you can see his face 🥰 biting his lips, all flushed and sweaty, can't even talk properlyyyyyyyy just panting so hard and moaning so loud. his slutty self would suck his own fingers just trying to keep quiet, looking down mesmerized at the thick cock pumping in and out of him. his eyes would roll so far back once the hot load fills him to the brim! feeling so warm inside he can't help himself but pounce on you the next time he's feeling freaky. a handful to deal with now that he got a taste eeekkkkk my baby
hai haiii ! do ya think you’ll post some more … audios … anytime soon ?👀👀 if not that’s fine but the one you posted (n edited) really did it for me drools … this is /nf tho !!! it’d be nice to get some more tho … hope ur having a good day/evening/night !!
Another sub!michael audio for u anon... (NSFW, USE HEADPHONES!!)
can't stop thinking about 50-year-old mature era omega!michael who's been living in seclusion for a bit, growing comfortable with his solitude just pruning the bushes and feeding the birds on a quiet sunday morning. all of a sudden, his younger alpha!neighbor from across the street comes knocking on the doors, the gates, the fences trying to get michael's attention with the most elaborate of courting rituals. it's been going for a whole month now; strong alpha arms stuffed with all kinds of gifts—big sunflower bouquets, colorful plushies, and, one time, a whole bottle of orange juice—only if it meant scoring a date with the king of pop. "mr. jackson!" he'd shout, panting and sweaty because he ran all the way there. "mr. jackson, just one chance. please?"
one could fry an egg on michael's face with how hot he flustered, giggly shooing away the young man. "i can never seem to stop you, can't i?" or "didn't i say i was much too old for you, dear?" but nooo, the stubborn alpha won't give out that easily—he's been a huge fan for years! more than that, he has silently witnessed the way michael lived his normal, homebody life; deeply infatuated with the older omega's gentle hands and sunshine warm smile. "just one date, sir" he'd even beg a little. and michael would pretend to think it over hard enough but, oh, he secretly loved the attention. a thrill of excitement coursing through his spine in the face of new beginnings. with the life he lived, nothing much gives a good rush anymore. not this, though. this one is his; kept close to his hopeful heart protectively.
in private, michael's security detail would tease him a little. i mean, they could very well stop that pestering alpha for being as close as a hundred meters from michael. but the omega would go all "nooo, no. he's a nice young man, let him be" in that soft cadence of his, curiously tolerant if not a tad smitten. yeah, the staff knows that look all too well...
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