.✦ ݁˖ ache ⊹₊˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧˚₊⊹
semi-proofread 〜 2.5k words
⬩ you tell michael you have a terrible ache, so he thinks quickly to help his mama feel better.
⬩ warnings » sub!mature!michael , postpartum!reader , explicit , smut , dry humping , semi-public sex , nipple play , breastfeeding , breeding kink if you squint , mommy kink , MDNI
⬩a/n » this is purely inspired by this vid i saw on twt , it made me think of michael and how he’d be utterly in love with your tits and even more so after having kids and seeing you become all plump and your breasts fill with milk. i feel like michael is really big on acts of service , but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t think about himself as well. i hope u love it! thank u , enjoy ‹𝟹
“it’s alright, mama, i’ll… i’ll figure something out, okay?” but he sounded uncertain. “just sit down…” he helped you sit on the counter near the sink, your back facing the large polished mirror.
“mikey, i don’t think there’s anything you can do,” you had to admit, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t appreciate his efforts. “i’m okay, really… i can deal with it.”
he was not having it. “uh-uh, i don’t want you to be uncomfortable all night.” you started to feel a little guilty. it was his 45th birthday, he was already having a ball and the main event hadn’t even begun. but here he was, in the restroom with you as he tried to figure out a way to ease the ache in your chest. “you want me to tell bill to bring your pump?”
“no, no,” you sighed. “i didn’t mean to be dramatic, baby, i’m fine. i promise.”
the silence stretched as michael studied your face with a hint of worry. he knew you would sometimes downplay your emotions and discomfort for his sake, but he always made sure you knew he would always do whatever he found necessary to make you feel better.
“let me see,” he said suddenly. it wasn’t a request. so without a second thought, you peeled down the spaghetti straps of your top soon before michael helped you remove your bra.
he let out a small breath he didn’t even know he was holding. he was practically salivating at the sight of you displayed this way before him. his movements were slow, a little unsure as he caressed your shoulders before sliding his large hands over your chest and hooking his thumbs under your full breasts.
he immediately froze when he heard you wince. “that hurt, baby?” he looked up at you with those pretty doe eyes, worried about your comfort and needing to make sure he won’t hurt you.
“mm- a little…” your eyes stayed focused on the sight of his large hands wrapped around your breasts, eyebrows furrowed and lips twisted in a slight frown from the discomfort.
with your permission, he began to gently knead and massage the large mounds. his touch was so soft and careful, after a few moments you allowed your head to roll back against your shoulders.
“that feel okay, mama?” he whispered, his eyes flicking up to watch your every expression. you gave a subtle nod and a soft “mhm”, encouraging him to keep going.
he kept his eyes on your face, entranced by every sound you made and every slight raise of your eyebrows when he touches a really tender spot. he didn’t even think to look down again until his thumbs swiped over your perky nipples, and felt the warm liquid slowly dripping out.
michael gasped softly. he was already trying his best to not get aroused from just the sight of you, but he knew now that he had definitely lost. the sight was perfect—your head lolled back, face twisted in concentration, beautiful tits on display as he unintentionally kneaded the milk out of them.
“oh— god…” his body shuddered as he took in this absolute vision of his beautiful wife presented before him.
you opened your eyes finally at the sound of his voice, practically mortified to see that you were leaking all over his thumbs. “michael…!” you exclaimed softly. you were unsure why you were a little embarrassed that your breasts were dripping freely in his hands. it’s not anything michael hasn’t seen before, but you couldn’t help it.
your hands moved from the edge of the counter to hover over his in attempt to hide from his focused gaze. but he didn’t stop.
“shhh, mama, it’s okay,” he soothed.
“i don’t want it to drip everywhere…” you were still embarrassed, but this seemed easier to say than admitting that.
he looked around the the established restroom, briefly considering tissue or paper towel before his eyes landed on the white hand towels stacked neatly on the shelves against the wall with other toiletries and such.
he quickly grabbed one and returned to where you were sat on the counter. he helped you lift your top over your head before laying the towel neatly over your lap.
“better?” he asked softly, raising his eyebrows in that way that was infuriatingly charming. it was moments like this where you’d be reminded that your loving husband was indeed just a guy.
“michael…” you scoffed softly as you rolled your eyes but he hushed you immediately.
“shh shhh it’s okay, mama.” his hands returned to their previous positions on your breasts as he spoke. “just trust me, okay?” so you did. you stayed quiet as he continued to massage your full breasts, both of you watching as little drops of milk leaked out with each movement.
the milk dripped over his thumbs and all the way down your belly before making its way to the hand towel that was slightly tucked into the waistband of your bottoms. with one particularly firm squeeze, more milk poured out of both nipples in a thin steady stream. you both gasped at the sight. michael quietly shushed you again when he heard the soft plea of his name fall from your lips again. he squeezed again intentionally this time, letting out a soft moan as he watched the weak streams.
he continued massaging and squeezing, massaging and squeezing as his mouth began to water watching the way your milk began to make a mess of his hands and your body. before he could stop himself, he began to subtly rock his hips against the counter’s edge. there’s no stopping him now.
without another thought, he leaned down and latched his mouth onto one of your nipples, squeezing firmly as he welcomed your warm milk onto his waiting tongue. you gasped sharply at the sudden movement and sensation, wanting to protest at first but immediately melting into the pleasure of his tongue flicking over your perky bud. he moaned deeply against your skin, sending waves of pleasure through your body and straight to your core.
“baby…” you breathed softly, sliding a hand over his shoulder and gently caressing his upper back. you unconsciously wrapped your legs around his waist, allowing him to grind against the counter with more pressure.
before either of you knew it, you were both grinding against each other as michael nursed on the milk from your breasts, alternating between each nipple every minute or so. the bathroom became more heated as you breathed heavily, trying to keep yourselves quiet.
michael finally raised his head, panting against your lips as his hips rocked steadily against yours. “that feel good, mama?” he asked softly, already knowing the answer. still you nodded your head eagerly before pulling him down for a deep kiss.
he kissed you back like his life depended on it, like he needed you more than the air he breathes. you found yourself hooking your fingers into the waistband of his pants, pulling him closer but also trying to speak without words.
you broke away from the kiss, both of you breathing heavily against each other. “mikey…” you whimpered softly. you could see the shudder run up his spine at the sound of your voice, his ears perking up so he can know what he needs to do next for his mama.
“yes, baby,” he whispered into you. “i’m right here.”
“please…” was the only thing you could manage to say. your hand stayed hooked in his pants as the other slowly trailed up his tummy. you both knew it probably wasn’t the greatest idea, but integrity seemed like the furthest thing that mattered in this moment. “mommy needs you…”
that’s all it took. without another word he began to unbutton his shirt before untucking it from his pants. michael knew better than to waste any time when his mommy was so needy. he helped you out of your bottoms, sliding your panties down and sticking them in his back pocket.
he gently spread your legs, his large hands resting over your plump thighs as his thumb reached to swipe over your dripping slit. he moaned softly at the feel of your clit throbbing under his touch. after teasing your clit for a few moments, he pressed one slender finger against your entrance, nudging it in slowly before you greedily sucked him in. the way you gasped and whimpered brokenly was definitely the greatest music that ever graced his ears.
he slid his finger in and out of your cunt slowly, pushing it deep and swirling it around after every few pumps. then he added another, picking up the pace just a little. you were both trying your best to keep quiet, but you couldn’t help the soft whimpers and whines that escaped you anyway.
after a few moments, michael used his free hand to try to undo his pants quickly. you noticed how he was struggling, so with shaking hands you decided to help him. as soon as the zipper was down, you tugged the sparkly denim down to his hips, letting his hard dick free. you immediately wrapped your small pretty hand around his girth and he let out a breathy groan at the feel of your touch. his thick fingers continued pumping in and out of your pussy, making lewd noises that echoed in the bathroom as he humped into your grip.
he leaned down to kiss you sloppily, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “oh, mommy,” he whined softly. “feels so good…” you twisted your hand around his crown where you knew he was the most sensitive, causing him to gasp and his hips to stutter.
you smiled against his lips, loving the way your effect on him made his fingers move more eagerly inside you. “you want your present early, baby?” you asked in that sweet, sultry tone that completely undoes him every time. he nodded frantically and let out a cute little “yes, please” as you guided his flushed tip towards your entrance. he gently removed his fingers, placing both hands on the counter on either side of your thighs as he allowed you to take over.
you both sighed deeply the moment he slipped inside. he gently intruded your wet entrance, making sure not to overwhelm you or move too fast. once he was fully seated, his hips flushed against yours, his chest heaved with deep breaths as he kissed you eagerly. his tongue slipped out to meet yours in a messy dance as he started to thrust his hips slowly and shallowly.
“mmh~ feels so good, mikey,” you panted heavily into his mouth. your sweet praise only encouraged his jerky movements, his mind completely overtaken with the need to please his mommy.
his hips began to move faster, thrusting into you deeper and harder as pleading little whimpers fell from his parted lips. he felt you squeezing him desperately and it was taking every nerve in his body to not cum so fast, because he always makes sure you get yours first.
the sight of him so desperate and needy made your pussy ache so bad in the best way possible. the tip of his dick rubbed perfectly against your g-spot with every deep thrust, making your breathing quicken and your eyes roll back.
michael leaned down to kiss you softly, trailing his lips down your jaw to your neck. “oh, mommy…” he moaned softly in your ear. he sounded so cute and desperate and he was making you feel so good, you didn’t even notice when his hand slipped between your bodies to rub your clit.
you gasped and arched into him at the new sensation, making your pussy clench tightly around him. he groaned softly before dipping his head to suck a nipple back into his mouth. he was definitely starting to lose himself. his fingers started to move frantically in tight circles over your clit as he began to fuck you in earnest. you couldn’t help but to lift your hips to meet his eager thrusts, making him slip impossibly deeper into your swollen cunt.
“mama— mmph~ oh, mama… f-feels so good…” michael pleaded against your skin. “love fucking you… nghh~ wanna… want it inside, please…” he was really pounding into you by now, your body jerking against the the countertop as his pleasure consumed his mind.
“yeah, baby?” you asked softly. “y’wanna cum inside…?” his eyes flicked up briefly to meet your gaze before fluttering shut. he nodded eagerly against your breast, sucking so hard you were sure you’d have a bruise by tomorrow. he pulled away suddenly, carrying a thin string of saliva that connected his lips to your skin before snapping.
you wrapped your legs firmly around his waist. you absolutely were not thinking clearly, but this is most definitely what you wanted right now.
“so sexy, baby,” you whispered in his ear. you snaked your arms around his neck to hold him closer, one hand caressing the back of his head. “love being your mommy, baby… mmph— wanna have all your babies…” your breath was coming in shallow gasps due to how good he was making you feel. you could tell your words were effecting him with the way his fingers rubbing on your clit got sloppier and uncoordinated, and the way he continued driving his dick against your sweet spot with increasing force.
he was moaning and whimpering into your ear, babbling complete nonsense. “so pretty, mommy…” “wanna fill you up… please…” “please cum f’me, mommy, nghh~ i need it…”
he just sounded so cute and whiny, you were certain you could get there just from hearing him beg. “yeah, y’gonna make mommy cum, baby…” immediately your orgasm begin to crash over you. your pussy contracted tight around his thick length, making his pace falter as he reached his own peak. your moans filled his ears as your pussy gripped him so tight, he was sure he could pass out from the overwhelming pleasure.
while your body still wracked with the aftershocks of your orgasm, his frantic pace never slowed. he removed his hand from your clit and dropped it heavily on the counter next to your thigh as he tried to hold himself upright. his hips began to stutter and broken moans fell from his mouth before he slammed into you one last time, filling you up with his seed. his hips jerked a few times from the intensity of it all as you held him through it. both of your breathing was ragged, holding each other as you both came down.
a long moment passed as you tried to catch your breath. after what seemed like a few minutes, michael pulled out slowly, making you both sigh and groan at the feeling. his eyes immediately snapped to the mess between your legs, watching as his seed dripped out of your pulsing cunt. he sighed exhaustedly, leaning down to press sweet kisses to your lips and cheeks.
“did you really mean that, mama?” he asked softly, his voice a little hoarse.
“of course i did.” you kissed his lips softly a few times, tightening your arms around his neck. “i’ll give you as many babies as you want, mikey.” his face flushed at your promise. he smiled bashfully before burying his face in your neck and sighing deeply.
⬩a/n » this is my first official michael ff (and my first time writing sex) so yayyy !! i feel like this is so long for literally no reason at all… but either way i hope u enjoyed it and i look forward to sharing more works very soon , so i hope u do too (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶) thank u ‹𝟹