I have a story (smut??) idea where Michael (any era idc) and reader are the hottest new celebrity couple in Hollywood but one day Michael makes a sex tape of the two of them and it gets leaked…
Sorry if this isn’t the best description cuz i am not good with explaining things 😭😭
Thank you :)
t/w: 18+ mdni, smut, p in v, oral (f! receiving), sex tape, hair pulling, you get ran through a mattress, choking, mature! era, controversially young gf (mid to late 20s), soft!dom michael, after the tape leaked no one ever thought he was asexual again and the “are you a virgin?” questions stopped
wc: 2.4k
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You sat on the bed with your hands in your lap, messing with the edge of the glove you wore. A new outfit Michael had bought for you and insisted that you wore.
He was leaving in two days and would be gone for a while, not to mention you were about to go on a press tour for your new movie, and he had been slowly working up your confidence to get you to say yes to making a tape.
A sex tape.
The thought made you blush as you watched him set up the camera, the lens positioned directly at the bed. Your eyes then cautiously trailing to the door— because of course he chose to do this when your family was visiting. Not only that, you two were supposed to go to dinner with them in an hour.
You already felt light headed. Even though it was just you and Michael, you still felt watched. One half of you found it terrifying, the other a little thrilled.
You loved trying new things, especially if he was excited about something.
Thus your current get up of black latex.
Your eyes then flicked down- it was crotchless.
And there you go feeling lightheaded again.
"Okay," Michael muttered, mostly to himself. "I think that's good." He then stepped behind it, checking to see the angle and the grin that stretched his face as he saw you through the monitor was down right fiendish.
“You look beautiful, baby.” He said softly, “I’m gonna start recording now, okay?”
You bit your lip, eyes glancing at the door one last time before you nodded. “Ready.”
That flashing red light started a moment later and you watched in bated breath as Michael lowered his boxers, his lips tilting in amusement at the immediate starstruck look to your gaze.
You barely had time to appreciate the size of his cock when his mouth pressed to yours in a heated kiss, his hands raking along your bare back and you melted against him. His teeth grazed along your bottom lip and opened for him, his wet tongue sliding into your mouth and tracing every inch.
The feel of your breasts pressed against him sent blood all the way down to his already painfully hard cock and he had to hold himself back from grinding into you. Instead he pushed forward, pressing your back down into the sheets. His lips trailed down to your jaw, a hand winding in your hair and he yanked your head to the side to expose your neck, earning a lovely sound from the back of your throat.
Open mouthed, he latched onto your soft skin, sucking and biting lightly, careful not to leave a mark even though he desperately wanted to. That was fine though, he’d mark you a different way.
“We… we need to be quick.” You managed, your fingers burying themselves in his hair.
“Not too quick, I plan to wreck you baby,” he muttered into your skin as his mouth drifted to your collar bones, his free hand coming up to caress and tease your nipples and that made you groan and buck against him, your bare pussy peeking out from the slit in the crotch and sliding against him.
Michael shivered, reeling in his self restraint. “None of that. Keep still.”
Nonetheless, he pushed against you harder and your hips rolled again, causing him to pull on your hair harder and you whimpered, but it only made you more wet. “You’re a needy little thing, aren’t you?”
“All for you, honey.”
He hummed and you yelped as he suddenly hooked a hand under each of your knees and pushed your legs up and out.
You could hear the voices of people passing by down the hall, but you didn’t have time to dwell as Michael lowered his hips and you ground against his length, an electric sort of friction against your clit and you moaned and a groan tore its way up his throat.
His hands dug into your sides and his mouth latched onto your right breast, causing you to arch into him. Your hands came up to hold his head to you, but before you could manage, your wrists were then pinned above you, Michael holding you against the mattress with his hips to yours and he ground into you again. “Don’t try to take control, baby. You don’t want to embarrass yourself.”
“Usually the man finds it hot when the woman takes control.”
“It’s an entertaining thought but I rather like the sight of you writhing beneath me, and I bet you just love it when I do this…” Michael slowly snaked a hand up your throat, his fingers dancing along the soft and vulnerable skin of your throat before his grip slowly tightened.
You could still breathe, but you could feel your pulse thudding violently and you shuddered as he pressed against you again.
“Keep your hands above your head, don’t move them.” He ordered, his voice a caress on your skin and you nodded, eyes heavy as he started to move down your body.
Then his fingers were pulling the latex out of the way, a blissful sigh leaving him as his breath hit your exposed pussy, making you shiver. “God, look at you… your fucking dripping, baby.”
And then his mouth was on you, tongue flattening from the bottom of your opened and dragging up to your clit before he wrapped his lips around it, rolling his tongue in a point and your back arched off the bed. You bit down harshly on your bottom lip, trying to keep your moaning at a minimum and your fingers grasped at the sheets, desperate to reach down into his hair but wanting to do as told.
You felt like your soul was leaving your body as his mouth dragged down, tongue fucking you as his ofher hand came up to play with your clit.
“Michael, please.” Your tone was torn between a moan and a whimper.
“Use your words.”
“I need your fingers—“
He abided immediately, lips dragging back up to your clit while two of his long fingers sunk into you. Dragging and curling up, his pace quick and deep and you threw your head back, feeling euphoric.
You came embarrassingly quickly, the sensation taking you by surprise but then he kept going— his other hand pressing low on your abdomen while he fucking you with his fingers and his tongue flattened on your clit.
“Michael, I feel… what—“
“Come for me, babygirl. I know you can do it again.”
He pressed down on your pelvis just a bit more and you came again, liquid squirting out of you and all over his face and fuck… he looked so pleased.
“Such a good girl for me,” he praised, bringing up his hand to suck his fingers clean as he then settled his hips against yours.
You bit your lip, your gaze becoming even more hungry as you took him in. Like everything else about him, his cock was an impressive length, thick, and the tip flushed as pre-come leaked out.
Brushing his hips forward, the head of his cock slid through your folds and rubbed against your clit, causing a buzzing moan to leave your lips and you rolled her hips forward, desperate for more but his hand danced back up to your throat and tightened. “None of that,” he warned, his dark eyes nearly looked feral as he glanced down at your dripping and awaiting cunt.
Slowly, he began to enter you, not taking his eyes off the way you stretched around him as he sank in.
“Fuck ,” you hissed, throwing your head back against the bed and you felt dizzy with your lower lack of air supply, his hand warm and firm around your neck.
A groan rumbled in the back of his throat, you were so tight but he didn’t stop pushing in until he was at the hilt. Then slowly pulling out, you clenched around him and he bit into your shoulder to bite back his own moan.
Michael’s thrusts were slow and steady, in no hurry and every few seconds his grip on your throat would loosen before tightening again. He rolled his hips forward, stretching you out and his pelvis created friction against your clit and you moaned loudly, momentarily not caring who heard you but his mouth swallowed the sound as he kissed you, wet and opened mouth.
Picking up his pace, his thrusts rammed into you, rocking the bed frame into the wall and the wood groaned in protest.
You continued to moan and whimper into his mouth, your arms tingling and begging to hold onto him. Michael must’ve read your body language and he pulled back, “rest them on my shoulders.”
They fell immediately, your nails digging into his shoulders and your eyes watered as you were temporarily deprived of air.
“You feel so good, baby.”
He shifted the angle of his hips, dragging himself in deep to the point where he hit your cervix. It was painful and wonderful and maddeningly delicious all at once.
Michael tilted his hips forwards and ground into you, his pelvis creating a slippery friction against your clit, then as he pulled out the the head of his cock dragged against that sweet spot and for fuck’s sake you practically screamed.
“Fuck! Do that again, please, oh my-”
Michael clamped a hand over your mouth, not being able to help it as he laughed and he didn’t stop his rough thrusts—
There was suddenly a knock on the door.
“Sweetheart, we’re gonna leave for dinner in about half an hour.” Your dad called through the door. “You okay? Or still getting ready?”
Michael’s cock continued to drag against your inner walls, slamming into you, his grip on your throat tight and tears slipped down your cheeks. He looked at you pointedly before removing his hand from your mouth, instead burying it in your hair as his mouth latched onto your neck.
“Yeah… yeah, I’m okay. I’m still getting ready… fuck-” Michael bit into your neck. “My hair won’t cooperate.” You bit down on your lip so hard to stop yourself from screaming again as his hand left your hair and dragged down to rub tight circles into your clit.
“Do you want your mom to come help?”
“Fuck no,” your voice was breathless and you cleared your throat the best you could, “I’m sorry, I think she’ll stress me out more. I’m okay… God, I’ll be down soon.”
“Okay, sweetheart.” Your dad walked away and Michael nearly laughed but it turned into a moan of his own as you clenched painfully hard around him. You were close.
“Did that excite you, baby? Nearly getting caught while I fuck you?”
You whimpered, your nails biting into his shoulders painfully and he took in the tears that were streaming down your cheeks, how your chest was heaving, how he stretched you out and how your clit was swollen.
“Come for me, come all over my cock, baby. I want the whole fucking house to hear you.”
The head of his cock rammed into that spot again and he rubbed another circle into your clit and you came with a hard cry, the sensation felt like you just shattered from being struck by lightning.
Michael didn’t stop, but he shuddered violently as you clamped around him.
His rough pace slipped into something erratic, fucking you harshly and the bed slammed hard into the wall, rocking violently on its legs and your heels dug into his lower back, pushing him in deeper.
“Fuck,” he panted, you were trembling and your skin was flushed, his pelvis grinding into your oversensitive clit and you clenched again.
“Just like that baby,” his grip on your throat tightened to the point where it hurt and you genuinely couldn’t breathe.
“Michael!” you cried out, your voice a rasp and laced in pain and arousal.
His whole body shuddered as he came with a deep moan tearing up his throat, his come filling you up, spurting and hot and you felt full.
Michael had never finished inside of you before.
You weren't on any contraceptives, but the thought was lost in the shadows of your subconscious as Michael rode out his high before pulling out, sighing as he watched how his cum mixed with youre pooled between your pussy and dripped between your thighs. He ran a finger through it and you whimpered.
Michael lifted his hand to your lips, his eyes burned as he looked at you, “open.”
Doing as told, you parted your lips and his finger slid against your tongue, which you then took to swirling it around the digit and sucked on it.
He could only long to have those pretty lips of yours wrapped around him, but he knew they didn’t have the time before dinner.
You let go of his fingers with a pop and immediately after his mouth pressed to yours, though this time much more gentle and he slowly lowered your legs and rubbed circles into your thighs through the latex.
“You did so good for me,” he muttered and your hands buried in his hair and pulled him closer, your lips molding together.
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It was seven in the morning and you had only just forced yourself up to make a cup of coffee after the London premiere for your movie when the phone rang. Your tired eyes blinked at it, confused as to why it would be doing such an offensive thing at this hour.
You picked it up on the last ring, voice rough around the edges with sleep, “hello?”
“Baby? Did I wake you?”
Your sleepiness waned a little bit at the sound of Michael’s voice. “No, I got up a few minutes ago. You okay? Isn’t it like two—“
“Have you turned on the tv or read the paper at all?”
As your grogginess faded, you started to pick up on the edge to his voice.
Your brows furrowed. “No? Why?”
He sighed. “Baby, I’m really sorry. Really. I don’t know how it happened, someone must’ve gone through my things. I’m gonna have to have Bill do a screening on everybody and—“
“Michael, slow down.” You pinched the bridge of your nose. “What happened?”
The other end of the line was dead silent and you gnawed at your lip, dread suddenly pooling low in your stomach.
“…No.”
“I’m really sorry.”
Your knuckles tightened on the phone and your teeth sank into your bottom lip before you threw your head back— “Fuck!”
You slumped against the wall, not having the faintest idea on what to do with yourself.
“I mean,” Michael started, tone cautious, “on the bright side, you looked great—“
“Michael, do not finish that sentence.”
You lowered the phone and stared up at the ceiling. Mind reeling because of course this had to happen. Your manager was going to kill you and you dreaded the phone call you’d undoubtedly get within the next hour.
Your gaze then flicked down to the kitchen counter, breath hitching because you had completely forgotten you’d taken a test last night. Two, actually. Just in case.
“Michael,” you started slowly, staring at the two pink plus signs.
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imagine mature era michael bending you over his bed after spending the whole day pampering you. blowing thousands and thousands of dollars to doll his pretty girl up so he can play with her soft cunt for as long as he wants. his long fingers so deep inside you that you can barely think as he coos down to you like you’re his toy.
he’d rub your sore little hole after he’s had his fill and ask you if you want his cock.
whatever you reply, he’d happily oblige.
if you wanted him to fill you up, grab you by your hair and fuck you hard and deep, he’d do just that.
if you wanted him to clean you up and cuddle and read to you, he’d do that too.
as long as his pretty girl’s silky skin is on display and her hands keep to themselves, he’s having a good time. the new diamonds strung around your neck or wrapped around your wrist didn’t even put a dent in his account, and he’ll spend every day spoiling you with riches if that’s what makes you happy.
oh I’m so gonna write more abt this good lord he’d be such a good sugar daddy…
a michael jackson x reader oneshot inspired by this req!!! thank u anon! (smut... also i had thriller/bad michael in mind for majority of this but i think it fits any era <3)
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ synopsis: after finally getting the kids to bed, you and michael can't keep your hands off each other. what starts as every other day ending in bed quickly sparks into a delicious game of who can make the other loudly surrender first, all while trying not to wake the sleeping children just down the hall.
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ wc: 5.6k oopsiessss
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ content warning: 18+ smut!!! POWER DYNAMICSSS switch!reader and switch!mj 👀👀👀, unprotected p in v sex, oral, he releases inside 😳, brief pain play like only a bit of biting rlly... some themes of voyeurism with the risk of discovery??? michael is needy like always, obviously no children are involved in the actualities of it hello they don't get caught by their children that would be insane 😭
.𖥔 ݁ ˖ a/n: i lied here i am writing smut again ALSO sorry this took so long for me to write i officially just started my fulltime job so it genuinely took me like 3 ish days to write this... i hope you enjoy though <3 i had so much fun writing this!! (also not proofread whatsoever so sorry if there’s any spelling mistakes or repetition i have a habit of that…)
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the house had finally settled into silence.
it was just past midnight, and you’d spent the last hour and a half getting all three of your rowdy kids to bed—a process that had become so increasingly complicated now that your oldest had just turned seven years old and developed the infuriating habit of sneaking out of his room to tattle on his younger siblings for snoring too loud, begging to have his own room. your middle child, who was about five, had cried twice about a nightmare—when he woke up from it, and when you were trying to convince him that better dreams were to come to him if he just closed his eyes and try to drift off again. then came your youngest, barely three, who had refused to sleep without you singing her favourite lullaby twice, then three times, then a fourth because she complained you’d sang it wrong the first three times.
michael had helped, of course. he always did. he’d carried your youngest back to bed when she’d wandered into the hallway for some water, scooped up your middle baby when the nightmare made him too scared to be alone, and sat patiently beside your son’s bed until he finally drifted off after all his complaints. you’d watched his slender body through the cracked door, his large hand smoothing over your boy’s forehead, whispering something soft and sweet that you couldn’t quite hear but you knew that it made your chest ache with how much adoration you had for the love of your life.
you slipped into your shared bedroom, the door clicking shut behind you with the softest sound, and you saw michael already in bed. he was propped up against the headboard with a book in his lap, quietly reading as you finished your usual night routine. he looked up when he saw you leaving the bathroom all cozy, and the smile that spread across his face was lazy but nonetheless devastatingly handsome—but there was something hidden behind his eyes. something hungry, desperate even, in the way his eyes tracked your figure as you slowly swayed your hips across the room.
“they asleep?” he asked, voice low and warm, but with an edge of need that made your pulse slightly quicken.
“finally,” you sighed, padding over to your side of the bed and sliding under the smooth, silky covers. the sheets were cool against your skin, a relief after the consistent warmth of holding your babies close. “i swear they have a sixth sense for when we want time alone.”
michael set his book aside immediately, almost fumbling it in his haste, and shifted down so he was lying beside you face-to-face. the moonlight filtered through the curtains, casting silver streaks across his face, illuminating the sharp line of his jaw and the beautiful curve of his lips. your gaze wandered down to his chest which was already rising and falling a little faster than normal. he looked absolutely ethereal like this, almost unreal in his beauty—and of course, utterly eager for your fingers to be wrapped around him.
“been waitin’ for this all day,” he murmured, reaching over to brush a strand of hair from your face. his fingers lingered, tracing the line of your cheek, your jaw, then down to your neck. you could feel the slight tremor in them as they subconsciously lingered further down to the crook of your breast. “mama, i need you so bad.”
the raw honesty in his voice sent heat flooding straight through your nervous system, and you turned onto your side to fully face him, your hand sliding up his chest to feel the rapid thumping of his heartbeat beneath your warm palm.
“yeah?” you whispered, deliberately letting your fingers trail lower down his toned belly. you felt the warmth of his skin beneath your palm, the defined ridges of his abdomen tensing as you traced slow, deliberate circles across the smooth expanse. your fingers dipped dangerously close to the waistband of his sweatpants, hovering just above where his happy trail disappeared, before you dragged them back up to his chest with an agonizing slowness. his breath hitched and released in shaky pulses with every inch your finger caressed his skin. “how bad, baby?”
“so bad,” he whispered with a slight choke, his hand sliding from your neck down to your waist, pulling you against him with an urgency that bordered on frantic. you could feel him already hard against your thigh, pressing insistently through his sweatpants. “been thinkin’ ‘bout you all night—watchin’ you with the kids, the way you move your hips, the way your perfume has lasted all day—fuck, honey, i’m losin’ my mind here.”
you smiled, feeling a surge of power at how undone he already was considering his foul language. you pressed your palm against him through the fabric, feeling the thick length of him, the way he twitched and throbbed insistently beneath your touch.
you leaned in close, your lips slowly making their way to the delicate curve of his ear that always had him trembling at your expense. he let out a shaky exhale when you breathed against him, feeling the warmth of your breath graze his earlobe like a whispered confession of what’s to come. you squeezed gently and watched his eyes flutter closed as you traced the shell of his ear with the tip of your tongue, a soft, deliberate lick that made him shudder beneath you. “kids are right down the hall, angel,” you murmured against his sensitive skin, your voice dripping with both a sense of tenderness and danger. “think you can stay quiet for me?”
“i—” his voice cracked slightly—almost like splintering glass—and he swallowed hard, the bob of his throat visible in the moonlight while his hips rolled into your palm with an involuntary desperation that made your breath catch with anticipation. “i’ll try, mama, but when you touch me like that—”
“shh,” you whispered, your voice like silk as you increased the pressure of your hand, stroking him with agonizing slowness through the thin fabric that separated you from him. each movement was measured; like a symphony conducted by your fingertips. “you’ll have to try real hard, baby. ‘cause i’m not gonna make it easy for you.”
his eyes snapped open then—dark and burning with an intensity that sent heat cascading through your body—and suddenly his hand was slipping beneath the hem of your nightgown, fingers tracing the curve of your hip, mapping the soft skin of your thigh with a hunger that bordered on reverence and desperation in equal measure. the sudden touch made you gasp, and it tasted like danger and desire mixing together into one.
“two can play that game honey,” he murmured, his voice dropping into that low, husky register that always turned your bones into liquid. but, there was a tremor threaded through his tone—a vulnerable neediness that betrayed just how affected he already was by your antics. “let’s see who breaks first.”
the challenge hung suspended in the air between you two—it was electric and dangerous, crackling with the promise of ruin. you felt your pulse quicken, a wild drumbeat beneath your skin, thrilling at the delicious risk of it all. your mind was clouded with ways on how to unravel one another; how to push one another to the precipice and watch who would tumble over first, who would shatter into a thousand glittering pieces of pleasure and surrender.
“you’re on,” you whispered, and sealed your vow with a kiss that tasted of a promise and sin. your tongue slid against his as your hand worked him through the thin barrier of his sweatpants with renowned intent.
he groaned into your mouth, the sound thundering through his chest, and his fingers found the damp spot of your panties, pressing against you with a firmness that made your own hips jerk forward involuntarily, meeting his equally needy ones.
“already so wet,” he breathed against your lips, his voice strained and fraying at the edges. “god, baby, are y’always this ready for me?
you hummed in agreement, slipping your hand beneath the waistband of his sweatpants and wrapping your fingers around his bare cock. he felt like molten heat in your palm, already leaking at the tip. the moment you touched him skin to skin, he made one of your favourite sounds—a desperate, needy whimper that he tried to muffle against the curve of your neck, his breath hot and ragged against you.
“fuck,” he gasped, his whole body trembling at the seams. “mama, that’s—oh my god—”
“oh honey,” you teased, stroking him slowly but with more intensity, your thumb swiping over the sensitive head and spreading his wetness all over him in languid circles. “gotta be quiet, remember? don’t wanna wake the kids…”
“y’not playin’ fair,” he whimpered, but even as he said it, his fingers were slipping beneath the delicate lace of your panties, the fabric yielding to his touch as he pushed it aside with reverent urgency. his fingertips found your clit, and it was like a prayer was answered as he began to rub it in tight, deliberate circles—each rotation a performance of precision and pressure that had you biting down hard on your lip to keep from letting your moans loudly slip out. the pain bloomed sharp and bright as your teeth drew slight blood, tasting copper on your tongue. the hurt only heightened the pleasure, making everything more acute—the sting of your own bite making the exquisite sensation of his touch feel even more overwhelming.
“neither are you,” you breathed, your hand accelerating its rhythm, and the way he pulsed in your palm—like hot silk over steel—sent a thrill racing up your spine. his hips chased your touch with an urgency that bordered on feral, each rock a wordless plea for more.
for a suspended moment you two existed only as sensation—hands mapping familiar territory that somehow felt brand new each time, breath coming in ragged patterns, with the rustle of sheets and skin creating an intimate symphony that was punctured through by stifled gasps. the air between you crackled with restraint, every suppressed sound a small victory and a greater temptation for a louder one.
then michael pulled back abruptly, his hand leaving you aching and empty. you nearly voiced your protest with an agonizing whine until you caught sight of his face—raw hunger etched into every line of his expression, pupils dilated until only a thin ring of dark brown remained.
“need my mouth on you,” he rasped, already descending your body with trembling hands, pushing your nightgown up against your ribs. “please, honey, mama, lemme taste you—been cravin’ it all day.”
the raw yearning in his voice sent heat cascading through your core, pooling low and insistent. you nodded eagerly, parting your thighs as he settled between them with the reverence of a supplicant at an altar. his fingers hooked into the waistband of your lace, dragging the fabric down with agonizing slowness. cool air kissed your slickness, making you exhale sharply at the relief and anticipation tangled together with the sensation. the moment he revealed your bareness, a starved sound tore from his throat, primal in its honesty.
“so, so pretty,” he whispered against your inner thigh, his breath a brand on sensitive skin. “so beautiful for me, mama.”
then his mouth descended further, finally meeting you as you clamp your hand over your lips to trap the cry that threatened to shatter the silence inside your room. his tongue moved with single-minded devotion—licking, sucking, circling in patterns that felt less like technique with you and more like a worship for you. there was no teasing, no build-up—he just consumed you like a man who’d been wandering a desert and finally found water.
“mikey,” you whimpered against your palm, your free hand diving into his hair, fingers tangling in his sweat-dampened curls. “oh my god—baby—”
he groaned into your flesh, his eyes rolling back as he felt your tug against his scalp. the vibration ripples through you in an aftershock, and you feel his hips grinding against the mattress in search of more friction. the knowledge that he was this wrecked from the simple act of tasting you made your head swim—constellations bursting behind your closed eyelids, manifesting into that familiar feeling slowly building in your abdomen.
but you refused to surrender so easily.
“come here,” you gasped in demand, tugging his hair with enough force to make him hiss in pleasure. he resisted briefly, a small sound of loss escaping him, but then he was crawling back up your body, lips glistening with the evidence of your long awaited arousal for him.
you kissed him fiercely, tasting yourself on his tongue—the sensation of salt and sweetness and something just indefinably you flooded your tastebuds. you pushed at his shoulders, rolling him onto his back as surprise and arousal warred in his expression at the dominance. you straddle him, your palms sliding up his chest to feel the frantic flutter of his heart beneath heated skin.
“my turn,” you muttered sensually, and before he could form a response, you were moving down his body, fully freeing his cock from his pants, flushed and beautiful and aching.
“wait—honey—” he started, but his words dissolved into a shattered moan as you suddenly wrapped your lips around him, taking him deep and feeling him throb against your tongue like a second heartbeat.
“oh fuck,” he choked out, his hips jerking upward involuntarily into the edge of your throat. you pressed your hands against his hipbones, pinning his figure down to keep him as still as possible. “oh god, baby, y’mouth—i can’t handle—”
you hummed deliberately, and felt him pulsate on your tongue at the vibration of your vocal chords. his hands flew to your hair—not daring to push, but instead anchoring himself to something solid while you glanced up at him through your lashes. you saw his head throw back at the view of you taking him so well, his mouth open in a silent scream, every muscle taut as a bowstring.
“please,” he whimpered, his voice fracturing. “please, mama, feels so good—too good—you’re gonna make me—”
you pulled off with a soft pop, the sound breaking through his throat mixing with a sob and a prayer.
“not yet,” you kissed his pelvis, prowling back up his body with feline grace. “not ‘til you’re inside me.”
“oh my god, yes,” he breathed in relief, his hands immediately grasping your hips and thighs, trying to position you over him with trembling fingers. “yes, please, need to be inside you mama. need it so, so, so bad, baby.”
but you weren’t ready to relinquish control; not yet. you ground down against him, your wetness coating his length as you rocked your hips, sliding against him without allowing penetration just yet—instead teasing him with proximity to what he craved most.
“beg me,” you whispered, leaning down to bite gently at his earlobe. “beg me nice, baby, ‘n maybe then i’ll give you what you want. what you need.”
“please,” he gasped immediately, his pride completely abandoning him as his need laid bare like an open wound. “please, mama, i need to feel you—need to be inside you. been achin’ for you all day—please, i’ll really do anything—”
his voice cracked on the final word—and the sound of it, so raw, so vulnerable, so utterly stripped of pretense—made your walls clench around nothing and your body flood with even more heat, your temperature equivalent to molten lava.
“anything?” you teased, still slowly grinding against him, and he nodded frantically, fingers digging into your hips hard enough to leave dark bruises that you’d wear for weeks like badges of honour.
“anything,” he whimpered, failing to keep his hips still against your rocking ones.
you took mercy on him then, reaching down to position him at your entrance, and in a torturous slow movement, you sank down onto him. the stretch was intense, overwhelming—a fullness that made you feel complete. he let out a broken moan as you sunk further, bottoming out with a sharp gasp you barely managed to muffle.
“oh my god,” he whined in a single breath, his eyes squeezed shut with every muscle in his body rigid at the tight sensation around him. “oh my god, baby. y’feel so good—so tight ‘n wet ‘n perfect—”
you started to move, rolling your hips in slow, calculated circles and you watched with full attention at the way his features transformed into a face of pure pleasure—mouth slacking open, brows painfully furrowed. you observed the way he struggled to stay oh, so quiet by biting his lip until it was a piercing red and swollen.
“look at you,” you teasingly murmured, leaning down to kiss and lick along his jaw, tasting the pleasurable feeling of salt and his need on your tongue. “sooo hungry for me baby. so needy. love seein’ you like this—never get sick of it,”
“love you,” he gasped, his hips beginning to thrust up to meet yours, finding a rhythm that felt like poetry between the two of you. “love you so much, mama—y’feel so good on top of me—”
for a moment, you thought you had him—thought you’d won this round of your dangerous little game that you both decided to suddenly indulge in. but then his hands abandoned your hips, smoothly sliding up the curve of your spine to settle at the small of your back, drawing you down until your breasts pressed flush against the plane of his chest. what began as a subtle shift—merely an adjustment of an angle, or a redistribution of pressure—suddenly became something else entirely. he was reaching depths that stole the oxygen from your lungs with ease, punching short gasps out of you as it aggressively stroked nerve endings you’d forgotten even existed inside you.
“wanna make you feel good,” he rasped against the seam of your lips, his voice still fracturing at the edges but threaded now with determination and devotion that came from wanting to completely worship you despite the thin walls that barely secluded the two of you. “wanna make you lose control for me, honey. can i? please?”
rather than a demand, his voice was tainted as a supplication wrapped in challenge. the way he gazed up at you, his irises nearly consumed by blown pupils, mouth hung in reverent hunger, every ounce of vulnerability focused like a laser on your unraveling—it all sent that same coiling heat spiraling inside you.
his hands became a compass to your hips now, not demanding but urging you into a faster tempo, encouraging you to take him until he repeatedly kissed your cervix. one palm traced the ladder of your spine to cradle the nape of your neck, fingers threading through your hair as he pulled you down into a kiss that was all tongue and barely-leashed desperation. his other hand remained anchored at your hip, thumb digging into the soft flesh there like he was trying to memorize the geography of every single cranny through touch alone.
“thats it,” he praised against your mouth when you finally surrendered to his guidance, allowing him to orchestrate the cadence of your joining. “god, mama, you’re so beautiful like this—takin’ me so perfect. like you were made for it—need to watch you come undone all over me, baby.”
then he was rising to meet you, his torso lifting from the squeaking mattress as his arms banded around your waist to keep you locked against him. the new angle had him grinding your cervix so incredibly that it made white constellations burst behind your eyelids, forming into kaleidoscope fragments. you gasped, your hands flying to his shoulders for balance, and he took advantage of your momentary weakness to shift his hips upwards, driving into you with the kind of precision that felt like devotion manifested into flesh.
“let me,” he pleaded, the words barely more than a breath as his mouth mapped out the curve of your throat, the hollow of your collarbone—every inch of skin that was within reach. “let me worship you, baby—wanna see you fight so hard to stay silent for me.”
his hand slid between your sweat-slicked bodies, fingers seeking your clit with the kind of confident ease from a man who’d spent years studying your body like a scripture, memorizing every trigger that made you tremble at the knees. he worked you with maddening intent—touch feather-light but insistent nonetheless, building pressure in spiraling patterns within you—and you had to sink your teeth into his shoulder to trap the scream from aggressively clawing up your throat.
“fuuck,” you choked out a drawn out plea against his salt-slick skin, the taste of copper blooming onto your tongue. “michael— i can’t—”
“shh,” he soothed, though there was a smile in his voice, laced with a playful yet wicked mockery despite the tremor of need that still vibrated through every syllable. “gotta stay quiet honey, right? don’t wanna wake the kids, remember?”
but even as the referenced warning left his lips, he was doing everything in his power to make you break with ruthless tenderness. his hips pistoned upward in deep, punishing strokes that found that devastating spot inside you with unerring accuracy, turning your vision to static and your thoughts into white noise. the obscene slap of skin meeting skin echoed through the room—a rhythm that made the forbidden thrill burn hotter at the coil that was slowly unravelling from his work.
“n-not fair,” you managed to whimper pathetically, your nails digging crescents into his back. “you’re not playin’—god, fuck—not playin’ fair!”
“neither were you baby,” came his breathy reply, but vulnerability crept back into his tone like dawn breaking through the night. “god, mama, y’feel so good—how you’re squeezin’ me so tight. fuck, i don’ know if i can last much longer—”
seizing his weakness, you wrapped your legs around his waist and used the leverage to flip positions again, him completely giving you the dominance to do so as you rolled on top of him once more. shock and ecstasy warred across his features, gasping as you began riding him with renewed fervor, and beneath your palms braced against his chest, you felt his heart hammering in wild synchrony with the throbbing of him inside you.
“wanna see you lose it,” you whispered, moving your hips in that particular way that always undid him, that made him glimpse into divinity. “wanna hear you choke back on your screams, baby.”
“oh mama,” he choked out, palms immediately flying to your breasts and kneading frantically, thumbs grazing your nipples which caused you to shiver and softly moan under his touch. “y’gonna kill me—fuck, i can’t take it—”
you leaned down until your lips brushed the shell of his ear like a forbidden secret was being shared between the two of you. “then make me cum first,” you challenged, voice dripping honey and venom in equal measure. “make me cum before you do, ‘n maybe i’ll let you finish inside me.”
an eager whimper and darkness swallowed his irises once again at that, and suddenly his thumb found your clit, working it with a pressure and speed that had indescribable patterns exploding into your vision. you tried to maintain your rhythm at a steady speed—tried your absolute best to keep control—but it was all too much, sensation overwhelmed your thoughts, and you could feel yourself teetering on the edge of oblivion.
“thats it,” he urged, easily breaking through your sense of dominance over him. his voice was strained but nonetheless focused and determined on making your release spread all over him. “feel you gettin’ close, honey—feel you squeezin’ me—please, mama, let go for me.”
you gasped out a plea of denial—even as your body betrayed you—muscles contracting around him like a vise. “i take it back—i wanna feel you first—” you babbled, tears prickling your eyes as the coil came rising like an enormous tsunami.
“together,” he pleaded. “please mama—let’s do it together ‘cuz i can’t hold on—fuck—can’t hold on much longer—”
and then you heard it.
a sound from down the hall—
a door creaking open and you felt your world crashing down, suffocating you in the process.
you both froze, eyes going wide, and you could feel him still rigid and pulsing deep inside you; could feel your own body clenching tightly around him as you both were right on the edge of maybe the best orgasm yet, but utterly forced to stop, suspended in a moment of impeccable torture.
“don’t move,” you whispered against his lips, your heart pounding so hard you were convinced it might shatter your ribs. you thought, without a doubt, he could feel the intense thump of your heart as well.
michael nodded, but you could see the strain on his face, could feel the way he was shaking beneath you, fighting the urge to move, to thrust, to finish what you’d started. his jaw was clenched and his muscles were jumping up and pulsing through his skin, tears of frustration gathering in the corners of his eyes.
the soft pad of little feet echoed on the hardwood floor. the bathroom door across your room softly opened, then closed just as quick.
you looked down at michael, and the expression on his face was wild, pupils blown wider than before with the arousal and thrill of almost being caught; the danger making every feeling, every millimeter of movement, much sharper. more intense.
“we should stop,” you quietly suggested, but even as you said it, your body clearly disagreed as you were clenching even tighter around him. his hips jerked up involuntarily, making you both gasp as pleasure spiked through the two of you like lightning.
“can’t,” he pathetically whimpered, his hands gripping on your hips with impatience. “please, honey don’t do that to me. i need you too bad—”
the sound of water running in the bathroom cut him off. the toilet flushed.
and then, because you were both apparently insanely drunk on desire and danger, you started moving again, slow, careful movements, barely more than a rock of your hips. but, it was enough to make michael's eyes roll back with a relieved, trembling sigh, biting down hard on his lip once again to contain his pitiful sounds.
“y’crazy,” he breathed, but his hands were guiding your movements, encouraging you complicitly. then, he let out an unbelievable chuckle at the situation they’ve put themselves in. “we’re both fuckin’ crazy, mama.”
“your fault,” you argued, leaning down to kiss him, swallowing up the sounds he couldn’t further suppress. “made me need you too much—can’t just stop now,”
the bathroom door opened again, and footsteps in the hallway became evident once more.
but this time, you didn’t still your hips. you just slowed your movements to an agonizing speed, covering your husbands mouth with your delicate palm. michael was frozen like a statue beneath you, tears threatening to spill over as his knuckles turned white from how hard he was clenching the skin on your hips.
“please,” he pleaded against your palm, the word muffled. you looked back down at him to find his eyes squeezed so painfully tight—as if he could maybe shut out the overbearing stimulation his own kid was unknowingly putting him through while they lurked just beyond the door. you didn’t know if he was begging you to stop or to keep going, didn’t know if he even knew himself—definitely caught between the agony of restraint and the ecstasy of risk, and completely suspended in that impossible space where both scenarios were equally unbearable to him.
the light footsteps moved past your door, back toward the bedrooms. a door closed softly in the darkness.
silence followed shortly after, it lingering in the air heavy and thick.
and then, you were both moving again, no longer slow or careful; it was frantic now. you were both racing toward the edge like falling stars. michael sat up, wrapping his arms around you, and you rode him harder than ever before, your face buried in his neck to muffle your moans. he pulled your chin up so you could look at him, burying his tongue into your soft mouth as you breathed each other’s air and shared each other’s pleasure.
“gonna cum,” he whimpered against your ear once he pulled away from the intense kiss. his voice was utterly broken at the seams now with no way to save him. “can’t hold it—mama, i can’t no more—i’m gonna—”
“me too,” you interrupted his rambling with a gasp, chasing the pleasure that was building like a tidal wave. “oh god, mikey, i’m—!”
you came first, your whole body seizing on top of him, every muscle locking as the tsunami of pleasure finally crashed over you in an enormous wave. you bit down hard on his shoulder to keep from screaming at the ecstasy. the feeling of you clenching around him, the pain-pleasure of your teeth in his skin—it was all too much for him, and michael followed you over the edge with a broken sob that he barely managed to muffle against your neck, his whole body shuddering in the process.
“fuck—!” he groaned as he spilled his everything inside you, hot and deep. “oh fuck mama, i love you—love you so so so much—”
you held each other through it, both trembling, both struggling to stay silent and still as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over you, drowning you in an unstoppable sensation of love. when it finally subsided, you collapsed fully against him, boneless and spent, and he instantly wrapped his arms around you in protection. he held you close like you were something sacred.
for a long moment, neither of you moved, both of you just breathing with unbelievable grins plastered on your faces as you listened to make sure the house was still quiet, still peaceful in the darkness of the night.
“holy shit,” you finally whispered against his neck with a toothy grin. “we’re fucking insane.”
“oh yeah, definitely,” he agreed, his voice hoarse and wrecked. “that was… my god, honey, that was…” his voice trailed with a slight chuckle hinted with astonishment.
“i know,” you breathed out a giggle, lifting your head to look at him. his face was flushed with a boyish grin on his face that made him look like the boy you’d falled in love with all those years ago. his lips were still swollen from all the kissing and biting to deafen his and your noises, and you thought he’d never looked more perfect than now. “you okay, baby?”
“more than okay, are you kidding?” he murmured, his hand coming up to cup your cheek with infinite tenderness. “that was genuinely the hottest thing we’ve ever done,”
“we almost got caught,” you said with a smile still stuck on your face, heart racing with the thrill of it all, the adrenaline still singing choruses through your veins.
“i know,” he said, his hand brushing through the messy mane of his dark, damp curls. “but it made it even better, didn’t it?”
you laughed breathlessly, leaning down to kiss him tenderly as you laid back down onto his shoulder. “you’re terrible.”
“you’re worse,” he countered, side-eying you as his hands slid down to squeeze your ass affectionately. “may i remind you that you’re the one who kept goin’ when you heard the footsteps right in front of our door?”
“well, you didn’t exactly stop me,” you pointed out with a sly smirk curling at the tip of your lips.
“obviously,” he admitted, his voice going soft, vulnerable again in a manner that stripped him more bare than he already was. “needed you too much. always need you too much, baby.”
the raw honesty in his words made your heart swell with so much love so fierce it almost hurt. you kissed him again, more passionately this time, pouring all your affection into it. you’re sure he felt every ounce of devotion you felt for this man.
he smiled, and carefully, reluctantly, you lifted yourself off of him, both of you wincing at the loss of connection and acclimating to the emptiness between you two. as you collapse beside him, he immediately pulls you back close to his chest, wrapping his arms around you and pressing endless kisses to your forehead, your temple, your cheek—all soft and reverent.
“we’re terrible parents,” you mutter in sudden embarrassment as the reality of what you two had just done settled, your hands coming up to cover your face as it bleeds into a deep red.
“best parents you mean,” he corrected, his fingers tracing lazy patterns up and down the curve of your back, the other wrapping around your small wrist in comparison to his large, slender fingers, bringing it down from your profile all the while massaging soothing circles on the surface of your hand. “our kids are happy, healthy, ‘n sleepin’ soundly. ‘n alongside all that, we just had the best sex of our lives.”
you shook your head in a tease, “tied for first,” warmth quickly bloomed inside your chest as you reminisced, your husband looking at you with a curious rise of his brow. “with that time in the recording studio.”
“oh god,” he groaned with a smile, “don’t remind me, or we’re gonna have to go another round.” his hand slides down to squeeze your ass once again both playfully and possessively.
you laughed and swatted his hand away with mock indignation, “we already pushed our luck way too much tonight. we gotta let it recharge for a good three months before we can even attempt something like this again.”
“yeah,” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to your forehead, as gentle as a whisper. “but it was worth it, wasn’t it?”
“of course it was,” you reassured, burrowing closer until you could feel the now steady metronome of his heartbeat beneath your cheek, the well-known lullaby easing you toward a peaceful sleep. the room smelt heavy of sex and perspiration, the faint scent of his delicious cologne mixing with the two—and even though you felt boneless and exhausted from the rush of what you’d just done with the love of your life, the devotion between you flowed endlessly like a river.
“i love you mikey,” you whispered, your eyelids suddenly growing too heavy of satisfaction and dreams to fight back.
“i love you too, mama.” he hummed against your smooth hair, his fingertips now travelling up to your shoulder blades, drawing constellations he’s seen in his lifetime shared with you. “more than anythin’ in this world.”
Synopsis: You've had a terrible day and just wanna be in Michael's company but he has work he has to finish. He still finds ways to take care of you though.
Additional tags: cockwarming, soft dom Michael, sub reader, blowjob (dom receiving), handjob (sub recieving), so much praise, husbands, use of the word sir, fluff
Alright here is the fanfic for this idea I posted a bit ago. I actually am super proud of this fanfic. I think it might be one of the sweetest fanfics I've written yall. I am very much in a soft dom Michael mood rn so you guys might get more soft dom Michael fanfics from me.
Reposting this fanfic because I unfortuntely believe the photo I used before was AI enhanced and I do not support AI, it was one I had downloaded off of Pinterest and I plan to check photos better in the future.
Taglist: @a-motherfcking-fish , @angelpuppyf4ce
The door slammed behind you as you dropped your bag on the floor, scrubbing your hands over your face and through your hair with a sigh.
Today had not been a good day.
You were a model and you've been in the model industry for a long time. By this point you're used to a lot of the bullshit that can come along with it but no matter what, bad days are unavoidable.
Today you had ended up with one of those photographers who had such high expectations no one could meet them. The kind who berated and insulted you if you couldn't meet their demands. Who made you feel like you couldn't do anything right.
The first few hours you had ignored it. It wasn't your first time dealing with a photographer like this.
But the shoot had been long especially because the photographer wasn't happy with anything, meaning you basically had to redo every shot.
So eventually it caught up to you, getting in your head.
The shoot ended up going two hours over when it was supposed to end, meaning you were rushed to your next appointments.
The day had ended in a whirlwind and you just felt so dejected and exhausted.
You wished you could just forget the day.
Toeing off your shoes, you went to the bedroom you shared with your husband, Michael. The house was quiet, the lighting low as it was later in the night. He wasn't in there but you quickly changed your clothes, eager to get out of the uncomfortable clothes you were wearing.
Quietly walking through the house, you headed to the studio, know that was likely where he was.
The door was closed so you opened it quietly in case he was recording.
You found him sitting at the desk. He was wearing a black shirt and some comfortable pants, his long black hair in a loose, low ponytail. There were papers scattered around and the soft sound of a pen scratching as he wrote something down. His wedding band glinting in the low light and your heart felt warm seeing it.
You smiled when you saw he was wearing his glasses. It was something he was embarrassed about, that he had to use glasses now but you found them adorable... and maybe a little sexy too.
He glanced up at the sound of the door and smiled when he saw you. "Welcome home baby." He said.
You smiled back, though it was smaller and more tired than usual as you closed the door behind you, walking over to sit in the chair besides him.
He frowned slightly, taking your hand in his. "Rough day?" He asked.
You sighed. "Yeah something like that."
"Wanna talk about it?" He asked, setting his pen down and putting his whole attention to you.
You shrugged. "Just one of those photographers who has such high demands that nothing you do is right."
He made a disgruntled face, kissing your hand. "I'm sorry baby. That's nothing on you, those photographers are just jealous that you're so amazing."
You smile softly, rolling your eyes. "Yeah, yeah." You sighed. "Most of the time I don't care but the shoot was so long today that it did start to get to me and now I just wanna forget the whole day... I just feel like I can't do anything right today."
Your eyes prickled slightly with tears as your frustration with the day welled up.
Michael frowned even more, pulling you closer and running a hand through your hair. "None of that darling. I know you were doing everything perfectly. Photographers like that will never be pleased no matter what you do." He kissed your forehead. "You're still so amazing and wonderful and so good at what you do."
You smiled softly, wiping at your eyes. "Thank you."
He hugged you, kissing your forehead again.
However you still were struggling to get past the frustration and feeling like you couldn't do anything right and you knew Michael could tell because he was still studying you.
He asked a bit hesitantly. "Maybe you might wanna be good for me? Help you get out of your head?"
It was purely a suggestion. You knew Michael wouldn't be upset if you said no but that he felt it might help you get out of your head.
And he was right because that sounded absolutely perfect now. To sink down into the warm fuzziness of subspace. To not have to worry about a single thing except for pleasing Michael.
"Yes." You said almost desperately.
He smiled. "Good." But then he looked down at the stack of papers in front of him and sighed a bit, scratching his eyebrow. His eyes glanced around the room for a moment, thinking.
"I do have to finish this work." He sighed and you deflated a little but he was quick to reassure you.
"Don't worry your pretty little head sweet boy. I was thinking you could keep me warm while I finish up." He smirked at you.
Instantly understanding what he meant you nodded your head eagerly.
He raised his eyebrow. "I need words please." His voice went into that soft but firm tone he used when domming and you already felt your brain melt a little at it.
"Yes sir. Please sir." You replied.
He smiled. "So polite." He kissed your forehead then looked at the couch that was across the room.
"I want you to grab one of those pillows. Bring it over here and use it to cushion your knees so you can kneel by my feet."
"Yes sir." You quickly went over and grabbed one of the pillows on the couch then came back, setting it down by his feet and then kneeling.
There were times when you wouldn't be as obedient, bratting slightly, seeing how far you could push because while Michael was a very gentle dom he was still firm and sometimes liked putting you in your place.
However tonight all you wanted was to be good. To please him. To not have to worry about a single thing but making your dom happy.
"Good boy." He praised. "Now I'd like for you to unbutton my pants and take my cock out."
You did as he asked, unbuttoning his pants and slightly pulling them down so you could pull out his cock.
You looked up at him, awaiting further instruction and he smiled, running a hand through your hair.
"Good job waiting for my instructions. Now I want you to put my cock in your mouth and keep me warm while I work. I want you to drift sweet boy, just let your mind rest. You don't need to worry about anything, I have everything under control." His voice was low, soothing and firm. You felt the warm fuzziness of subspace creeping over you.
"Yes sir." You said softly before taking his cock in your mouth, finding a comfortable position.
You heard his breath catch in his throat a little, unable to remain completely unaffected but he still stayed calm, waiting until you fully settled.
"Good. Now just drift sweetheart." He said, still running a hand through your hair and you closed your eyes, enjoying the feeling of being so close to him and the heavy weight of him in your mouth.
You let the warm fuzziness of subspace fully envelope you. You barely paid any mind to what was going on. The room was quiet besides the sound of Michael writing and papers rustling.
Every now and then Michael would run his hands through your hair, whispering words of praise.
All the stress from the day melted away.
Some of the exhaustion from the day creeped up on you so soon you were half dozing, half floating in subspace.
You don't even know how much time passed before you heard a soft chuckle.
"Did you fall asleep sweet boy?" Michael asked, his voice fond.
You opened your eyes, blinking slightly as you adjusted to the light again and pulled away a bit, his cock falling out of your mouth.
He smiled softly. "Oh you're gone." He said, stroking your cheek.
You nuzzled against his hand, not saying anything as words were a little hard when you were so deep in subspace.
"Maybe we should go to bed hmm?" He asked but you shook your head.
He raised an eyebrow. "No? But you seem so exhausted."
"Wanna make sir feel good." You said as he was still hard. "Wanna please sir."
He smiled. "You've already pleased me. You've been perfect tonight. So considerate." He stroked your jaw. "Your jaw doesn't hurt does it?" He asked.
You shook your head. It was a little sore from being in the same position for a while but it didn't hurt.
"Good. Well if my sweet boy wants to make me feel good then he's allowed to."
You smiled, taking Michael's cock back in your mouth.
By this point you two have been married for years so you know every little thing that makes him tick and how to get him to come quickly so you use that knowledge to your advantage.
It isn't long before he's breathing heavier and letting out little moans, whimpering occasionally.
He was more affected than he let on because soon he was coming, letting out a loud moan.
You quickly swallow, not pulling away until he's fully come down, his cheeks flushed and breathing uneven.
You pull back and he pulls you into a kiss.
"You're so perfect." He says and you smile into the kiss.
You two kiss for a bit, soft and loving.
He finally pulls back. "I think my sweet boy deserves a reward for how good he's been tonight. Doing everything I've asked, making me feel good." He praises.
That's when you realize you're hard. You knew you were turned on but it was more a simmering heat, just enjoying being close to your husband and letting him help you forget how bad your day had been.
He grabs a tissue, cleaning himself up before tucking himself back into his pants and then gesturing for you to sit on his lap.
You stand up, wincing slightly after kneeling for so long. You stretch your legs slightly before sitting on his lap.
He smiles, kissing your cheek before helping you tug down your pants so they rest on your legs. He opens one of his drawers, grabbing a bottle of lube.
He puts some on his fingers, warming it up between his hands before his hand wraps around your hard length.
You gasp slightly, letting out a soft moan.
He starts pressing kisses to your neck as he strokes you, finding the sensitive parts of your neck.
You moan, melting into him and you slightly rock into his hand.
It isn't long before he speeds up his hand, nipping at your neck and you let out a loud moan, holding onto him.
Soon you're falling apart, letting out moans and whimpers as you come onto his hand.
"So good." He praises you as he strokes you through your orgasm, pulling his hand away when you start to whine from overstimualtion. He grabs another tissue, cleaning his hand.
You bury your face in his shoulder, panting slightly.
"You were such a good boy tonight. My sweet boy." He praises you, stroking your arm.
"Thank you sir." You cuddle into him a bit.
He smiles, grabbing the bottle of water he had resting besides him and having you drink from it.
"Are you feeling better?" He asks.
You nodded. "Thank you. I really just needed to get out of my head."
"Of course baby. I'm always happy to take care of you and you make it so easy." He kisses you.
You two remain there for a bit longer, soaking each other up before he picks up you up, saying it's time for bed and carries you to your shared bedroom, cuddling you until you fall asleep.
Summary: You and Michael visit the house y'all first bought and reminisce and relive some memories...
Pairing: Michael Jackson x fem reader(Ik y'all not surprised 😭)
Warnings: oral sex (f receiving), names such as baby, mama, not many warnings:)
A/N: hey babessss sorry if this is bad and published later than you guys were expecting :(((, and this is just something random I came up with.
You and Michael smile before walking back in the house, the familiar homey smell hitting you like nostalgia. Though you guys still own the house touring has Michael and yourself running and LA is the place you stay primarily now that small little two bedroom house in Indiana still here and thriving.
He looked around smiling scanning some of the decor. You planted a cute kiss on his cheek before just walking around slowly but taking in everything. "I remember some great things happening here baby." He says pulling you closer to his side running his fingers along the cozy sofa that holds so many things..
You leaned your head into his shoulder your back against his chest. "Michael we have to keep it forever I could never leave it." You smiled looking up at him, he pressed a kiss to your forehead picking up the picture frame on the coffee table,"Baby our first date!" You smiled. "It is sweetheart. And our first Christmas here and everything." You pressed a kiss to his cheek."And Mikahs."your replied You sat on the couch flipping through the picture book of Michael and y'alls son.
"He was so little Michael!!" You said tears welling up in your eyes. "He was mama, and so cubby. Our baby boy" You both laughed. He locked your lips in a sweet kiss.
You both got up walking to the kitchen running your hand across the dining room table "So many memories right here."
"And here." his hands going up to lift you onto the counter locking your lips in a passionate kiss, his tongue gently sweeping past yours. You moan into his mouth as his hand that started on your thigh is riding up and to your pulsing pussy. Moving up higher and higher a you got deeper into the makeout.
"Let's take a little trip down memory lane shall we babygirl?" You nodded he lifted you up once more, your legs locking around d his lean waist as he makes his way to the couch.
His lips running slow and hard as he sucks new hickeys onto your neck, he gently set you down working a tortuous pace to your breast as he unties your top.
"Michael please I need it.." You whine nuzzling into him, he smiles kissing your forehead. Your hands slipping to the hem of his shirt throwing it off along with your skirt. He smirks pulling your thighs apart.
"Gonna take my time with you baby making you remember all the things we did here." He mutters as he pulls your thighs apart revealing the tiny pink panties paired with wet spot just for him.
He kissed your thighs slowly cherishing every kiss, every whine and gasp. Just fueling the burning desire he has ready to unleash it all, he finally pulls down the cute pink panties he always seems to love.
His tongue swiping your clit and your entrance teasing it slowly with the tip of his tongue, he went back up sucking your throbbing clit into his mouth. Watching every whimper, every shiver, every shake of your thighs.
His eyes feeling as if they were piercing right through you, you hands going to his head as he fasten his pace swiping his tongue over it faster, pushing his tongue into your sopping entrance.
"fuck..-fuck Mikey I'm coming..." You whimper out. "Let it out baby let it out for me." Gripping harder in his hair your release ripping through you, he continued slowly as you rode it out slowly.
His hands on top of your thighs his thumbs rubbing in a soothing motion as you come down. He wipes his face pressing soft kisses to the hickeys he made earlier. "You want more mama?" You chuckled pressing a kiss to his curls. "We can't baby, Mikah is with my mom we can't leave him long, you know he gets cranky and sleepy."
