#dom!mj

[cermoore]

Explain Yourself.

Summary: you and Michael have a fight since he hasn’t been treating you right.

Warnings: Angst, smut, heart felt ending, established relationship, arguing, reader doesn’t take shits from anyone, sweet but firm Michael, hate sex, make up sex, rough sex, hitting, dom Michael & dom reader, apologies, dw guys every hard sour candy always ends sweet. (em dash ≠ ai)

Word Count: 1k

a/n: guys I’m actually really proud w this one so far so lmk what you guys think😵‍💫 masterlist & taglist

It was late, you were at a fancy restaurant sitting across an empty seat — you exhale a long sigh. “More wine ma’am?” The waiter asked, snapping you from spacing out, “no thank you” you declined politely, the waiter looks at the empty seat — already knew the type of situation you were in. “I’m sure he’s just running late ma’am” the waiter cheered up “I heard traffic’s awful at the moment” he added, you were full aware the traffic has been nothing but fine, since you drove here yourself — Michael wasn’t coming, and even if he is he should’ve came half an hour ago. You shook your head in disbelief, you pulled out your wallet from your purse — paying the bill and an average tip “here, sorry for the inconvenience, guess traffic is stopping him from celebrating our anniversary” you thanked the waiter, ending the line with a passive aggressive tone.

Grabbing your jacket you stormed out of the restaurant, on your way to the car. Once you’ve gone through the entrance door, a familiar car pulled up just in time, a figure stepped out of the vehicle from the back seat immediately — not giving the car a chance to park. “Baby, wait!” It was Michael, he rushed over to you, but all you did was gave him a quick look once you passed him and kept walking to your car. “Baby please! Let me explain-“ “save it Michael.” You cut him off, you’ve reached to your car and immediately turning it on — not hearing out a single word, once Michael was about to reach to your car door, you drove off. Michael yelled out your name — begging you to stop, but you were already to far gone. Michael’s two hands smacked his forehead as he looks up at the sky, he was furious — furious at himself he let this happen.

You arrive home quickly parking the car, storming into the house, you angrily place your purse onto the kitchen table. Your fingers ran through your hair as you took a sharp breath, you couldn’t believe it — the nerve of that man. You then saw the morning newspaper you didn’t had a chance to read, you gladly took it as you walk upstairs to the bedroom, reading the front page of course the hot topic was about him, you read through the details finding out a new fact that made your blood boil. When things couldn’t get any worse you heard the door open, already you hear footsteps running around the house. “Baby!? Where are you? I know your home” Michael yelled from down stairs, you threw the news paper onto the bed and started taking off your jacket.

Michael, now just at the front door of the bedroom, holding on to the doorframe as he catches his breath for a moment. “You gotta let me talk..” Michael said, you didn’t dare to look at him “What’s there to talk about? We could've talk a lot over at that restaurant an hour ago — but you weren’t there” you said angrily. Michael sighs, he then slowly walks over to you “but baby you deserve an explanation on where I was-“ “oh now you think I deserve an explanation?!” You turn to him cutting him off “you think, your excuse for tonight will change things? This isn’t the first time you’ve acted this way Michael!” Your hands on your hips looking at him with disappointment.

Michael only looked at you with no response, cause he knows it’s true — for the past few weeks he had been treating you poorly. “Besides i don’t need any explanation, i already know you’ve been all up on some girl” you picked the newspaper and threw it at him. Michael sees the front page and caught the line ‘Michael Jackson and the mystery girl’ as well as a small photo of him off stage with the crowd and him seemingly close with a girl right in front. Michael groan at the misconception.

“Baby look, it’s not what it looks like really..” Michael explain, “it all started at my last weeks concert, when I went off stage I accidentally bump into this fan — so I had to apologize, and you know what the cameras do, they take pictures and make something up — there was nothing more to it”. You took off your shoes and later then your top — now only showing your bra and your pearl necklace, not bothering to look at Michael while he talks.

“What happened tonight, my PR had me a sudden meeting, and they told me it would be a good idea if I talked to that fan again — for publicity purposes” once you heard those words, you shook your head and laugh breathlessly “Michael just stop…” you said to him. Michael spun you around making you face him, you gasp.

“See that’s the thing, i didn’t give ‘em an answer, all i did was ran to the restaurant thinking about you, all of this should’ve blown over, you don’t have to go through all of this — it’s unnecessary.. you gotta trust me” he begged for your forgiveness. “That’s not the point Michael — i’m not an idiot, i don’t care if you have to spend time with someone for your image, but all these excuses about how i should trust you — well i don’t know if can!” you yelled “I shouldn’t have to wait for the news or the god damn papers just to know what your up too! and if you think i should —then i guess i’m no different from any of your fans..” you shot back.

“And i can’t believe you have the nerve to tell straight to my face that you weren’t gonna tell me… maybe next time when we celebrate our anniversary you can might as well go ahead and make that fan your new girlfriend while i drink a bottle of wine — waiting for you to get bored.” you stated, Michael inch closer eyes darken.

“Don’t say that.”

“oh stop pretending-“

“I said stop-“

As you bicker, Michael grabbed your face — squeezing you, He then kisses you, with a shock you pushed him away, “Baby i’m sorry, but you know i would never do that… you got to..” Michael breathed out, You were speechless — didn’t know what to say. You slapped him across his face, he turn back to look at you without a word, “stupid..” you muttered, storming out of the room.

“Baby don’t walk away from this-!” Michael quickly ran towards you, before he was about to caught you, you turn your back to face him — he then grabbed you, picking you up above the ground, you gasp. With the heat of the moment and zero thinking, you slam your lips against his, pressing hard. Michael kissing you back with the same force as you — both of you passionately and roughly make out. The extra weight made Michael walked backwards — loosing his balance.

Luckily he fell on the bed — you sat on his lap and continually forced your mouth against his, until every last breath. You parted heavily panting “don’t ever do that again.” you demand, “yes ma’am” Michael replied back, then getting suffocated by you once more. Michael’s hands roam around your bare waist, then getting lower to your ass. You could already feel his pathetic erection from his pants — then you started grinding. From that, Michael firmly grabbed you and swooped you to the mattress — switching positions. You slam your back to the bed, meanwhile Michael quickly took off his shirt, and you swore — you hear a slight tear of the fabric. You struggle to unhooked your bra — startled when Michael was on the process taking your pants off

Once that’s finish you were fully naked, the only thing you had on was your jewel accessories. Michael passionately kissed you — holding up your one leg, your fingers like a snake, started toying with his belt — unbuckling it. When it was unbuckled, you grabbed his hard throbbing cock — giving fast strokes. Michael groan, he lowered his pants all the way — then with no hesitation he thrusted into you. You moaned loudly, letting his length go on deeper and deeper, Michael moved fast — real fast, you could hardly control your breath, your nails clawed his back, like you were being dragged.

Michael picked you up, making you sit on his lap again, and you continue to bounce on his length — Michael gripped your ass like there was no tomorrow. He snuggled into your neck whining “i love you… Baby i love you…” he lazily muttered, it felt like he was crying — maybe he was. Seeing him pled like this, you couldn’t help but feel moved, he loves you, he’s always had good intentions — he never wanted to disappoint or hurt you, and it’s your job to shape him into an even better man then he already was. As you keep thrusting you grab a hold of his face — making him face you. “Kiss me…” you ordered, the two of you kissed passionately,

with all the urge you have for each other, you didn’t skip a beat.

He laid you back down into bed, your forehead against his, he lifted your ass until it was high in the air — letting your two legs rest on his shoulders now, he sat up continuing to push back and forth, he tilted his head looking up to the ceiling — mouth gaping. “Baby i’m close-“ he stuttered, you moan once again “..Michael!” you scream his name. He finally release, emptying himself inside you, he quickly lets go of his cock, letting it rest on top of your pussy, he stroked his member — milking the last bit of cum there is left onto your body.

Michael collapsed beside you, pulling up the sheets to cover your sweaty bodies, you then took off your jewels and set them aside on the nightstand, after that you snuggled against his chest — catching your breath.

“I’m sorry..” Michael muttered, “it’s okay i forgive you…” you forgave him as your finger ran circles on his chest. “You’re right i should’ve told you.. i shouldn’t have kept you in the dark” Michael said

— his arm wrapped around your back. “i’m taking the day off tomorrow, and i’m also not agreeing to any ideas they have for me involving getting close with someone” Michael announces, you sighed “you don’t have to do that-“ “I want to… or at least i’ll ask your opinion first, your apart of me after all” Michael insisted. “Thank you…” you whispered, “ i love you” Michael kisses your forehead, “i love you too”.

[ladyangelcoco]

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⟡ summary: when you go to the studio with michael for one of his recording sessions, he finds himself distracted by the skirt you're wearing.

⟡ relationship: thriller era!michael (technically pre-thriller but who cares) x fem! reader

⟡ tags: smut (mdni), established relationship, slightly dom!michael, needy!michael, dry humping, making out, oral sex (f receiving), p in v sex, creampie, slight hair pulling, they are both lowkey obsessed

wc: 2.6k

a/n: so this is my first michael fic and first post from this blog... lets see how this goes. also i wrote this in a day and proofread (by proofread i mean skimmed over) maybe once, so lets just ignore the fact that it might be bad. rome wasn't built in a day but my fanfics definitely are! ok enjoy

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It was pure agony.

Michael’s eyes had spent all day running up and down your legs. You were leaning on the wall, one leg slightly bent, the low lighting casting a perfect shine that only seemed to tease (and frustrate) him more. It was a trail that led higher and higher, got his hopes up, then disappeared into the darkness of your skirt. The fact that he couldn't reach his hands under there made him clench his jaw.

Thankfully nobody could tell where his eyes lingered because of his dark sunglasses, but everybody had noticed how significantly distracted he was today. 

Quincy cleared his throat. “Michael, just… whenever you’re ready.”

Michael shook his head slightly, as if to will away a thought. In a low voice, he muttered, “Yeah, yeah, sorry.”

You tilted your head slightly. Michael was always on his game and you knew that, even if this was your first time watching him in the studio. Thriller was almost complete and you figured that he might like some encouragement for the home stretch, so you came with him for today’s session.

You wondered if he was upset about something from the way his jaw kept clenching, but you really couldn’t tell because of his shades. Maybe he was always like this when he was working? No, that didn’t seem right…

As he started to sing, though, all of your worries vanished, and you could only think about one thing.

You loved him when he sang. The way he got lost in it. The way his hands clenched around his headphones, accentuating the veins in his hands and arms. The way when, if he had been singing long enough, a sheen of sweat coated his skin and gave him a slight glow, like an angel. Luckily for you, this was one of those times. God, this was torture. You wished you could just go in there and let him have his way with–

Quincy’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. “Alright. Michael, let’s give you a break and go for lunch.”

“Quincy, I can keep going.” He spoke with a frown, and his voice sounded slightly wrecked, carried a note of desperation. You raised an eyebrow. Okay, something was up. 

“No negotiations, you need a prime vocal performance for Thriller. Don’t sweat it, man. We got time.”

Defeated, Michael took his headphones off and made his way out of the recording booth. The sound engineers started talking quietly about where to go for lunch as you stepped out to meet him. 

“Michael, baby, you did great,” you cooed as you pulled him in for a hug. He smelt delicious, like his signature cologne mixed with his natural musk. His hands settled respectfully on your lower back, causing something low in your stomach to heat up despite wishing his hands were lower. Always a gentlemen, Michael.

He had a real cool smile on his face that morphed into a giddy grin when he heard the compliment. Faces inches apart, you could see a slight blush painted on his cheeks. 

His voice was featherlight, but oddly low. “Come on, it wasn’t that great. I mean, we had to keep redoing the same part over and over ‘cause I was so out of it…” 

“Still,” you whisper-spoke, your hand rubbing slight circles in the nape of his neck. “You sounded amazing.”

For a second, there was a look in his eyes that seemed vaguely familiar to you. Like he was hungry. Just as he was about to lean in for a kiss, people came piling out of the control room. Michael, being as shy as he was, jumped away slightly and opted for just holding your hand in front of the crowd. You silently cursed the interruption.

Quincy came out, laughing about something before telling the two of you, “We all goin’ over to Sal’s for lunch. Y’all comin’?”

“What do you think, baby?” You asked softly. “You been real working hard–”

“No, I think we’re good, Quince. We’ll just, uh, chill here for a bit.” Michael’s voice was the epitome of forced casualness.

Quincy started down the hall. “Suit yourselves. And I mean it Michael, let that voice rest,” he called over his shoulder, leaving with a friendly wave.

The moment the hallway was cleared out, you turned to Michael and asked all concerned-like, “Somethin’ wrong? I thought you might want to eat?”

You noticed he was breathing real deep, like he was breathless but trying to hide it. You really couldn’t get a read on him, so you moved his sunglasses to rest on his head, sweeping his hair back slightly and leaving you to look at his eyes. His gaze was jumping all over, to your eyes, your lips, your neck, and down…

“Baby…” he sighed dreamily before closing the space between you, eliciting a startled sound from your mouth. 

His lips moved deeply and desperately. Usually your makeouts didn’t start out this way; they always started slow and soft and morphed into something needier, but you weren’t complaining. You’d be lying if you said you weren’t daydreaming about this all day. 

Despite the shock, your body melted into the kiss and your hands searched for something to hold onto so you wouldn’t collapse into the earth. You grasped at Michael’s hair, tugging slightly. He whimpered slightly into your mouth at the sensation, and gently pushed you against the wall.

Pressed up against you like this, Michael’s hard-on was pleasingly rutted against your inner thigh. When you thought you couldn’t get any wetter, you were suddenly soaked. 

Michael found a rhythm with his hips easily, of course. He moved in slow but deep movements against you. His hands found the plushness of your ass and kneaded it gently with his big hands. He let out the most beautiful noises, moaning and breathing shakily against the area just below your jaw. He was touching all the right places, leaving the heat in your stomach to increase steadily. 

“Mikey…” you gasped out, holding his head against your jaw. “What’s–” you giggled. “What’s all this about?”

The man against you was a wreck, with sweat dripping down his neck and the veins in his arms more prominent than ever. He humped against you like it was solving world hunger.

He kissed up your jaw a bit until his mouth found your ear. His breath ghosted softly against it, sending a chill down your spine and causing you to jerk your hips into him slightly.

“When I was recording,” he muttered shakily, “I couldn’t–God, I couldn’t stop staring at you, and your pretty legs, imagining what you would look like under me while you’re wearin’ that pretty skirt…”

Holy fuck. You didn’t even know how to respond. Instead, you kissed him fervently, drinking up every little noise he let into your mouth and exhaling it right back into his.

You could have stayed there forever. Humping each other in the hallway, desperate, depraved, panting. Your dry humping became anything but dry. The air around you was filled up with the heat radiating from your bodies and the sounds that escaped your lips. 

Begrudgingly, Michael pulled away from you (not without a whimper of protest), took your hand, and led you inside the control room. The door clicked shut behind him. He pushed you up against the controls and you giggled softly, looking deep into his sweet eyes. 

“We gonna do this on the controls? Really?” 

He bit his lip and smiled, his adams apple bobbing as he looked down at you. He adjusted his erection slightly in his pants, and you gulped. 

“You got a better place, baby?”

Well shit, he’s got a point. 

He leaned down to kiss you some more, his hands traveling to the hem of your shirt and lifting it up to reveal a cute lacy bra underneath. His mouth began to make its way down the center of your body as his hands grasped at your breasts. He kissed your neck, your chest, down your abdomen and onto the sweet, sweet spot just above your skirt and just below your belly button. You sighed and threw your head back, pleasure overtaking you. You looked back down to take in the lovely sight before you: Michael, kneeled before you and gazing at you like he was praying to a goddess. One curl fell loose from its carefully styled spot and dangled on his forehead. 

“You’re beautiful,” he sighed dreamily against your lower stomach. “Beautiful, beautiful.”

He flipped your skirt up and went right to kissing your inner thigh.

“Oh my–Michael…” This was driving you crazy. His breath against your pussy was just enough to rile you up but not near enough for you to be satisfied. He always took his time down there, kissing and sucking and and looking up at you–

“Mikey, please, come on baby…” you pleaded, not able to handle it anymore.

He smiled, trying to look all cute, but you could tell he secretly loved how much he was teasing you. 

“Okay, okay.”

Ever so gently, he pulled your damp lacy panties down until they were wrapped around your ankles, just above your baby blue flats. He hooked his arms around your thighs and lifted your legs so that they were dangling off his shoulders. Then, in one tantalizing sweep, he licked from bottom to top, and you swear you saw the gates of heaven.

You leaned back, gasping at the ceiling as your hips bucked into his mouth and one hand grasped at his hair. His tongue worked wonders on your clit, the perfect amount of pressure and movement. He licked up and down your folds while he massaged your thighs. Electricity coursed all throughout your body. He ate you out like you were his last meal; his tongue curling hungrily, gasping, his nose nuzzling your clit. His hips thrusted, desperately looking for friction in his jeans but to no avail.

“Ba–baby,” you choked out, at a complete loss for words. You could feel him smiling smugly against you as he worked, pleased with himself for getting you to this state. 

The warmth in your stomach coiled tighter and tighter, but you knew it wasn’t going to be enough. “Need more, Mike. C'mon.”

Michael kissed your pussy before pulling off. His chin was extra shiny from spit. “Patience, baby.”

His hand traveled to your hole and he pushed one finger inside slowly, curling to hit that spot that made your back arch and your eyebrows furrow together. He worked it slow, fingers long enough to reach deep inside of you. You whined, and he knew to add another finger. It was pure bliss. He kissed your legs sweetly as he fingered you, looked at you with love and desperation. He was in absolute awe at the woman before him.

“‘S not enough, Mikey. Please. I need you.”

Michael’s face changed when you said that. His erection was pressed against his jeans and begging for some attention. He slid his fingers out of you gently and immediately went to unbuckling his belt while he looked at you, took in your body splayed before him, your legs spread. A perfect writhing mess, just for him. He slid your panties off completely from around your ankles and put your legs over his shoulders.

“You have no idea,” he groaned, his voice a sexy bass, “how bad I’ve wanted to do this.”

You bit your lip at his words and watched as he pulled his pants and underwear down to his midthigh, unveiling his leaking cock. From the way it was twitching and wet with precum, it seemed like he was on the verge of finishing just from fingering and eating you out.

He pumped it a few times then positioned himself at your entrance, looking down in concentration. The anticipation was too much–it was pathetic, almost, how just his tip brushing against your opening made you sigh shakily–and just when you felt like you were going to spontaneously combust, he pushed inside of you with a smooth thrust. You basically screamed.

His strokes were perfect, deep, smooth, with a delicious rhythm. Your jaw dropped open, unable to make a sound, and then he, too, was a moaning, whining mess. You fell back onto the control panel, knobs and sliders digging into your back, but not enough to take away from the feeling of Michael going in and out of you while he whimpered praise.

“Mmh, you feel perfect baby, you’re so beautiful and good and perfect,” he moaned, more beads of sweat now trickling down his neck. 

“Holy– shi– shit,” you stammered out. From this angle, his dick was hitting your g-spot perfectly each time. His tip grazed deep, deep inside of you. Fuck. You felt your orgasm quickly approaching.

“C’mon, baby,” he pleaded, breathless as he leaned down to plant quick kisses on your jaw. “You can take it, c’mon. You got it.”

You felt his rhythm slowly pick up, along with his moans. He was muttering strings of sweet nothings under his breath. Your name was on his lips like he was begging a god for forgiveness.

He quickly swept his shirt up, biting the hem to keep there as his thrusts got more and more desperate. His toned core was shining with sweat, the light wobbling on his body as he kept his hips moving. He threw his head back and started moaning, the sweetest music you’ve ever heard, and that sent you off the rails.

“Mikey, ‘m gonna–’m gonna–” your legs wrapped around his hips tighter and you felt every bit of tension in your stomach dissipate with a loud moan. Your fingers looked for anything to grasp onto but only found volume knobs. Your back arched for a second before you collapsed, your shaky arms not sufficient enough to hold you up. Your legs fell from around Michael’s waist.

At the same time, Michael finished, the warmth of his cum pumping deep inside you, overwhelming your senses and heightening your orgasm. He fell on top of you, gasping and panting pleasantly in your ear like he just ran a marathon.

The two of you stayed like that for a minute, Michael riding out the aftershocks and pumping his cum deeper into you. You traded breaths as you both tried to level out and come down from that absolute high. He planted a kiss on your cheek before he pulled out of you and started doing up his pants. 

“Way to preserve your voice,” you joked, causing Michael to cover his face in embarrassment as he shook with laughter.

“Baby, oh my gosh,” he chuckled as you stood up to put on your underwear. “You’re walking like a cowboy or something.” You started laughing uncontrollably with him. “Did we seriously just have sex in the control room?”

He blushed slightly and rubbed his neck. “Oh god, yeah, we did. Sorry. That was real dirty of me, wasn’t it?”

You walked over and planted a soft kiss on his lips, touching his chest warmly. You whispered in his ear, “I should visit you in your sessions more often.”

…

When Quincy and the crew got back, you and Michael tried your best to seem like totally normal upstanding citizens. You were sitting in the control room chairs with your legs crossed casually (although, it was a little stiff considering you could feel a certain someone’s cum leaking out of you), and Michael was sporting his sunglasses again.

Quincy sat down in his chair with a satisfied groan as the other workers piled into their respective seats. “Y’all missed out. What’d y’all even do here, anyway? Talk?” 

Michael coughed. You giggled. 

“Yeah, something was, uh, weighing on my mind. I got a clear head now. Ready to record," Michael explained.

“That’s what I like to hear.”

“Yo,” an engineer blurted out. “Who was messing with the equalization? Matter of fact, all this crap over here’s messed up…”

You and Michael shared a look and tried not to giggle.

a/n: woohoo! thank you for sticking it out to the end.

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[desireinink]

I think I’m ready to start writing. I have soooo many ideas but I'm scaredddd. Currently in Michosis and I don't think I'm ever leaving. Open to requests ☺️

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I know (or hope) 'love is not a victory march' is going to end smutty but i miss your other smutty things... any chance you want to write a drabble this fine Tuesday x

"I'm so close, I'm gunna -"

She pulls off him with a pop, her thumbs kneading his thighs. 

"Fuck!" he gasps, his vision fuzzy at how close he was after how long she's been working him up all evening.

"Take a deep breath, darling," she whispers, her lips against his hip.

And it doesn't matter how hard he grips the comforter and it doesn't matter if he pouts at her and it doesn't matter how pink his chest is, his orgasm subsides anyway.

"Michelle," he groans, leaning up on his elbows and his heart is ready to shatter his ribcage as looks up at him.

"Ready to go again?" she asks, a smirk across her face and he wants to tell her she's not being very friendly but she'll just tell him they're not friends at all and he can't argue with that. He did agree to her terms.

"What if I'm not?" he huffs, forever forgetting he cannot toy with her in the way she can with him.

"Then we stop," she replies, all traces of seduction dropping from her face as she moves to stand.

"No, no, I was kidding!" 

"Peter," she warns.

"Michelle," he pouts and she rolls her eyes at him with a sigh he likes to pretend is fond as she settles back between his legs.

"Warn me when you're close," she whispers and there's a glint in her eye that's telling him to test her. To see what happens if he doesn't. 

He nods anyway as his head hits the mattress as she immediately takes him in her mouth. He’s never been able to deny her anything. Not when she ignores him for weeks only to text him a location and time and for him to be the one who turns up early. Not when he begs for to stay the night and she gags him with her panties as she leaves. Not when she's edged him enough for him to split the bed frame but he can't help but make her cum the second he's allowed to touch her.

So it comes as no shock to him when his thighs are solid and his fingers tear through the comforter and his toes scrunch that he forces out that he's close. And it comes as even less of a shock when she lifts off him.

"MJ, come on."

And it would seem unfair to anyone that she wouldn't answer his pleas but though she says they're not friends, she knows him better than anyone. She knows when he's not in the mood to be edged and she knows when to do it for hours. 

And he trusts her.

"Only my friends call me MJ," she replies, her lips leaving wet kisses to his tip.

"I don't know these friends you speak of," he says, his fingers feeling tingly where the blood rushes back to them. 

"But I bet they wouldn't do this with you," he snarks, though he's not at all sure who would ever turn her down.

"What, sex?" she says, her tone mocking though it's not unkind. He reaches his hand down to her face as he looks up at the ceiling so she doesn't see the disappointment flash across his eyes when she inevitably moves away from him.

"Not just sex," he huffs, then, "you know… this."

She turns her face into his hand and presses her lips against his palm. A move she only does occasionally and he thinks about every second of the day until she does it again.

"Do you mean naughty?" she asks, her hand still languidly pumping him so he stays hard. Something low in her voice that suggests she's about to mess with him. 

"Go away," he laughs as she moves up his chest.

"Can you say naughty, Peter?" 

"Yes."

"Go on then," she replies, her lips against his throat. She moves to straddle him, her legs on either side of his hips and he feels her so close to his dick it makes him a little feral.

"Michelle, please."

"Say it, and you can have what you want," she says, her tongue slipping into his mouth before he can say anything, as her cunt grinds against him.

"What if you're what I want?" he asks, his arms winding around her back to bring her chest to his. Her eyes are kind when he looks at her and she kisses him on the nose and he prepares himself for her to move because she never lets them be this close.

"Peter -"

"It's okay," he huffs. This was always the agreement. He should have known from the second he agreed that his heart was on the line.

"Just for tonight," she whispers, pulling back slightly when he looks at her with wide eyes.

"You can have me for tonight."

And he knows she means it. He knows there's nothing he could do within the next twelve hours that would convince her to stay.

Doesn't mean he won't try though.

[cermoore]

Cause if it’s Aching…

Summary: Bad era Michael just finished a full week of touring, and he’s finally able to get a good nights rest. You however, judging by the calendar, seem to have other plans.

Warning: smut ofc, ovulation, cowgirl position, you’re receiving, fingering, Michael talking you through it, orgasm, creampie

Words: 1,611 masterlist & taglist

You were getting ready for bed, after washing your face you just had to brush your teeth. Ever since Michael was out busy touring you realized you haven’t quite checked the date lately, the only reason you remembered to start checking it was when you started to have a familiar aching feeling. It soon grew when Michael got home after the tour, certainly did not help. While on tour you and Michael called whenever possible, and over the phone, you can definitely gather up that he was indeed exhausted. you couldn’t blame him, after ongoing performances that only lasted a week, it was clear he didn’t had a chance to recharge himself over a tight schedule. It was a must he gets enough sleep once he gets home.

You wore your usual silk pajamas, although something must’ve happen with the laundry, because you couldn’t seem to find your matching shorts, but for some whatever reason you couldn’t dare wearing mismatched pajamas, certainly not. So instead you wore nothing but your panties.

A figure suddenly approached behind and you couldn’t help but jump a little. It was Michael, he immediately wrapped both his big hands to your waist as he kisses your neck endlessly. “There you are!” he surprised. You squealed by the sudden affection making the foam in your mouth from the toothpaste drip across your chin. “mmh- Michael!” you laughed. Quickly you spit out the foam and washed your mouth and cleaned up, after that you and Michael shared a passionate kiss. Your arms dangled around his shoulders as he grabbed your waist. “hmm.. minty” he teased, tasing your freshly cleaned mouth. “stop it” you giggled. “i miss you…” he muttered as he kissed.

After both of you parted, you kept staring at his lips and bit the bottom of your lip, desperately trying to ignore your need to get physical. You then let go and shrugged it off “me too” you replied, quickly you walked off from the bathroom and jumped into bed already pulling the covers up. Michael was confuse by the slight feeling of rejection over you, but he looked at you and walked off to the bed and climbed on top. Towering over you. He tilted your chin up and gave you another long kiss. “mh- Michael” you chuckled after pulling away from the kiss, both the palm of your hands grabbed both side of his face “go to sleep” you added. He didn’t chuckle with you, instead he kept staring, wandering your eyes, for a moment it felt like he had pinned you into a corner. God the things you wanted him to do to you right now.

“What’s the matter..?” he asked. You were hesitant “nothing, really…” your eyes avoided his. “baby look at me, you know you can tell me anything” he says. You sighed, feeling like there was no use “i-it’s just…” you trailed off. “just what?” he encouraged. You finally made eye contact with “It’s… that time of the month, Michael” you felt extremely embarrassed. Michael was confuse at first “are you feeling alright..? is it the stomach pains?” he assumed. “n-no i-it’s” you looked at him again hoping he knew what you meant. He was so clueless.

“Michael i’m ovulating…” you looked with a straight face. Michael’s eye widened, “oh..” he replied. “and, you just finished with the tour and i know you must be really exhausted, it’s important to me for you to get rest” you explained. His eyes, not moving, still staring at yours. “well yes but, baby it’s also important for me to give you pleasure whenever i can… especially at this time” he shots back. You shook your head “no Michael it’s fine, i can shrug it off”that was your excuse, Michael can see through you. “baby believe me, seeing you try and ‘shrug it off’ is torture…”he explains. “Now please, let me please you.. however you like” he pleaded. Seeing him like this, refusing is impossible. you smiled and looked down for a brief second “really..?” you asked a stupid question. “yes..!” he replied and laughs.

You then shot back with a kiss, slowly rise up from being under him. Both of you switched positions, you lead Michael gently to the mattress as you straddle him. Your legs wrapped around his waist, your two hands went under his shirt, feeling up his chest. The kiss continues as you move one to his jawline, grazing your teeth against his skin. You move lower down to his neck, letting your tongue move all over. Lower and lower as you go, you couldn’t help but arch your back, making your rear end have a more perky silhouette. Michael couldn’t help but lifted his head watching as you go, he smiled and chuckled and threw his head back.

Finally you reached his pants, you sat right up—pulling the waist band down. His cock sprung out, dripping with pre cum. “Well, what are you waiting for..?” he gently ask. You giggled “hold on a second” you peeled off you panties and carefully changed positions, you were still straddling him but now you weren’t facing him, and he was facing your back side. “ready..?” you turned your head back. Michael had his hands on your rear end and smiled “ready as i’ll ever be baby” both of you giggled. You then wasted no time letting his hard erected member enter your entrance. You were already soaking wet, and once it was in—you gasp, so did he.

Immediately you were in full control, you started moving your hips back and forth, your two hands rested on his thighs. You needed this for so long, all those lonely days at the house without him, it was all too much. You kept a fast pace, the part where you normally tease Michael with an agonizing slow pace has slipped away from your mind. Tonight all you can think about was your pleasure.

Michael was taking it in nicely. He had his hands glued to your rear, helping you move. The fast pace certainly caught his off guard, but he wasn’t complaining. “Yes baby… just like that” he moaned out. Your head was up high looking at the ceiling, and your mouth was wide open “Yes..!” you yelped. Your head immediately threw back down, your two hands that were just resting on Michael thighs, were now in the mattress. You moved faster, feeling like you’re about to hit your orgasm.

“Baby wait..! s-slow down-“ Michael begged. You didn’t heard him, you kept going, trying to climb up to you climax, it was all pure ecstasy until.. Michael reached his peak and releases himself. His cum filling you up, as it slowly drips down to his length. He groan at his climax. That was the quickest he’s even finished. You let go of his cock and turn your position facing him once again. Michael smiled, his hand on his forehead. “God.. that was something else” he confessed.

You smiled but didn’t say a word, You just kept looking at him. He’s eyes were fluttering like he was about to go to sleep, but he then noticed your stare. “…satisfied?” he asked. You hummed like a child as your eyes looked away for a few seconds “we could do more…” you bit your lip after. Michael laughed, rubbing his forehead, he then sat up straight, from resting on the mattress to resting in the headboard. “Alright…” he smiled “C’mere… lay down” he pulled you close, gesturing you to lay on his chest. Your face was an inch closer to his, both of you were facing the same direction. “part your legs…” he asked, “open your mouth now…” he’s two fingers were in your mouth, you let them soak—letting your tongue swirl around them.

He then gently started circling around your clit. You bit your lip, trying to keep your noises from escaping after very little movement Michael did so far. Michael’s finger then went on—slipping pass your folds, entering your entrance. He can still feel his cum drenching you from the inside, his fingers move excessively—keeping a consistent pace, you can hear the wetness of your pussy with every in and out push of Michael’s fingers.

Your mouth stayed open, reacting after every movement. Your noises grew more and more louder , you wanted to say something—but it felt impossible to say it. “What is it baby…? please tell me” Michael said. “M-more- fast-! p-lease” you struggled, but all that was just what he needed. Michael’s fingers started moving faster and faster, a pace you couldn’t predict anymore. “A-ahh!” you scream “Is that better..?” he teased “Yes! oh Michael…” you moaned. Your legs were trembling, your walls clenching onto Michael’s fingers, and your legs automatically started to close up. “Keep your legs open baby okay” He instructed. Your eyes were shut as your one hand gripped the bedsheets and the other was holding on the headboard. Your mouth gaping open, couldn’t produce a word other than letting out pathetic cries. “M-Michael..” you cried out “yes baby? you like that?” he replied, his fingers grew more sloppier and the pace was very overwhelming. You can feel your orgasm hitting close.

You finally hit your orgasm and came, Michael’s fingers coated with your release. Michael sucked on his fingers, cleaning the mess you left for him. You slowly breathed as the wave of ecstasy washes you over. “thank you…” you muttered, you eyes still close shut. Michael kissed your cheek smiling, admiring the view he made. “you’re welcome angel. now, we both can get a good nights rest” you both laughed, feeling the satisfaction and finally getting some sleep.