🎥 ୨୧ michael takes such good care of his baby. ─── thrad era.
pairings: soft dom michael jackson x black!fem reader. genre: smut. warnings: reader is submissive. pussy slapping. no p in v sex. usage of "cunt" & "sir."
a/n: this was supposed to be a lot shorter but i couldn't help myself.
there's nothing he loves more than torturing pleasuring his pretty girl. not fully proofread. mdni.⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢
can't stop thinking about thrad!michael with his big hands forcing your legs apart and keeping you between him, back against his chest. he's still dressed while you're completely naked and it both makes you feel shy & so turned on you want to cry. by now you'd already lost count of how many times his hand came down on your bare cunt. he made you count them at first, even starting over once you stumbled from nine to eleven, but you were so gone by now and michael is just being a meanie at this point :( your pussy has its own heart beat and the obscene noises coming from it as his hand makes direct contact with your wetness is making your head feel fuzzy.
you can't even really get any words out at this point.
"you still with me, hm? want me to keep going, baby?" michael asks you. his hand rubs firm circles on your heat. you can't tell if he's trying to soothe the stinging or torture you. you decide it's both. as you nod your head yes, he makes a disapproving noise and pulls his hand away. you whimper at the loss of contact. "i need to hear you say it." and when you finally work up enough energy to let out a weak "please," he brings his hand down again and your eyes roll back. and then his slaps become gentler, also quicker. he aims directly towards your clit. you grip his free arm with yours and whine into him.
you ignored the urge to close your legs as a hard slap against your pussy turned into gentle rubbing again. the way he forced them apart and kept you wide open was so unfair !! you were beyond overstimulated from his hand against your clit, and yet he showed you very little sympathy.
"what's wrong? you wanted this, didn't you?" there's a hint of a giggle in his voice and it makes you pout. "stop complaining when i give you what you ask for." he mumbles into your ear. "i'm sorry, sir." you respond, quietly. your head is still all fuzzy and your heart is racing so fast it's going to leap out of your chest any minute now. you didn't even know if you wanted him to stop or keep going anymore.
at some point he continues bringing his hand down against your heat and you lose the concept of time. hard slaps mixed in with gentler ones, and your pussy continued fluttering beneath his hand. all while he mumbled "you're okay," and "don't worry, i got you" against your ear. god, he treated you so well. you were so lucky to have him <3
pairings: soft dom michael jackson x black!fem reader. genre: smut. warnings: teasing. gentle sex. edging if you look close enough. rubbing ifykwim. nipple play. fingering. reader whines a lot. kissing. no p in v sex. usage of "cunt" & "sir." other stuff i'm definitely missing.
soft dom michael only worrying about his pretty baby's pleasure. 1.468k words. not fully proofread. mdni.⋆‧°𓏲ּ𝄢
— ᨳଓ . maybe thrad!michael is a bit stricter. he doesn't let you get away with things so easily anymore. which for you, is both a good and bad thing. you liked getting catty with him when he refused to buy you something, always testing his limits to see what happens next. but one day, you decided to stop bratting around. you listened when he told you to fix your posture, to sit quietly next to him while he finished writing something, to stop squirming so much while he mindlessly traced his fingers up and down your clothed slit.
though, there were plenty of times you wanted to talk back. make him give you that look which usually shuts you up. your lack of biting back confused michael. he was unsure what you were doing or attempting to pull off, suspecting that you weren't being good due to a change of heart.
the truth really was that simple, however. there was something more commanding about his presence in the past few months. people stood when he entered a room as if he were a king, which you'd argue he really is. plenty of celebrities at awards shows stumbled over their feet trying to grab his attention. it made you realize just how intimidating your boyfriend was to some people. however, you knew in your heart he was still your michael, the boy who almost fainted while confessing his feelings for you.
there was no denying that everything about him was making you feel more submissive than you'd been in a while. so when he sat back on his bed, patting his knee for you to lay in between his legs, you replied with a somewhat whispered "yes, sir," and crawled over to him. he'd been dressed casually, a plain t-shirt and jeans. only you were able to see him this way.
you leaned your back against his chest, heart racing as you anticipated what he was going to do next. you felt him place a light kiss against your neck, and it sent a shiver throughout your body. you let out a light moan as his hands roamed downward until they got to the waistband of your shorts.
"can i take these off, baby?" michael always made sure to ask you before doing so. he was being so gentle it made you want to run away and hide. you nodded slowly at him, though you knew he wanted a verbal response. a half-voiced and pathetic "please." is all you can gather to push out as he slides your shorts off. you kick them farther away with your feet, and you can hear michael gasp at the thick wet spot forming in the middle of the cotton fabric barely protecting your aching cunt from whatever was going to happen next.
another kiss, this time below your ear. "poor girl. probably been like this all day, hm?" another whimper escapes you as michael takes his time to admire your wetness, gentle fingers running up and down your clothed slit. "mikey, please..." you buck your hips up a bit at him. he'd always tell you to stay still and take whatever he gave you, usually smacking your pussy with an open palm a few times if you disobeyed. this was your first sign of defiance in weeks, and it was completely unintentional.
his fingers stopped over your heat and you were worried he'd stop and send you to bed unsatisfied. you'd already made the mistake of disobeying him a few times during sex once, and that was unarguably one of the worst punishments he'd given you. instead, he lets out a quiet "hm," and pulls your panties down without warning. you can feel him harden beneath you as he sees long wet strings connecting from your panties to your pussy. you moan a bit as the cold air hits your now completely bare heat.
"what am i going to do with you?" he mumbles, tracing his hands up and down the sides of your arms, ignoring how you buck your hips up again. it felt like your pussy gained its own heartbeat for a second, and you instinctively closed your thighs. michael quickly tapped the side of your leg. "i don't think i said you could close your legs, did i?" you shake your head no.
"gonna be a good girl f'me, right baby? been so good for so long. don't ruin it now." you cry out as he begins tracing up and down your slit again, this time stopping just at the hood of your throbbing clit. "just let me please you. don't worry about anything besides keeping your legs open." michael whispers into your ear. you feel your heartbeat picking up faster than before, something you didn't realize was possible at this point in time. without warning, he began to use the tips of his fingers to rub at your clit with the same gentleness he used to play the piano for you hours ago.
you tilted your head and moaned into his neck as his fingers moved faster. he'd occasionally bring up his other hand to grasp your clothed breast, but that wasn't enough. he pulled his fingers away from your pussy, earning a slight groan from you, and helped pull your shirt and bra off. your clothes were scattered around the floor, and you were now completely naked in front of him.
he swapped positions with you, hovering for a brief moment before taking your sensitive nipple into his mouth. you knew it was over for you right then and there. your legs kicked slightly below him as you gripped the sheets. he used his free hand to pinch the tip of your nipple and twirl it between his fingers. you almost came the moment you two made eye contact, as his big, pretty, doe-like eyes burned holes into yours.
your moans blended with light cries as you continued squirming beneath him. michael knew you were getting close. "i know you're ready, but i need you to hold on a bit longer for me. can you do that, pretty?" you nod at him again, still non-verbal. he was being so gentle with you today that he didn't mind you not vocally answering him, which made your heart do backflips.
michael moves down a bit and starts tracing your pussy again, slowly. he observed the way your back lifted slightly off the bed as you writhed around. smiling to himself as you grew more and more impatient. "just can't wait, can you?" before you can respond, he slides two of his fingers into you slowly, admiring the way you take them in so nicely.
he moves them at a slow pace, though still hitting the right spot. your moans were beyond loud at this point. you cried out in pleasure as he picked up the pace, fucking them into you as if it were his own length. you grip the bedsheets as tears threaten to spill out. "fuck, mikey!" you yell out. he only smiles in response and curls his fingers into you again. "please, sir-" your words get caught in your own throat as he hits your g-spot. "michael! please, please. i'm so close i-" he shushes you, face laced with sympathy.
"i know, angel. is it too much for you? poor baby can't take it anymore." he says, voice low. "don't worry, 's okay. you can cum on my fingers. let yourself go. i got you, pretty girl. you're okay." his words unlock the floodgates of your soul almost immediately. your orgasm hits hard and leaves you shaking. his fingers stay moving gently inside you the entire time even as you arch off the bed and squirm around.
he pulls his fingers out of you and savors the remnants of you on his tongue. it always made you so shy when he did that, and like clockwork you covered your face as he gave you a knowing smirk. "stay right here," he commanded as if you actually had the energy to move. he came back with a water bottle and a towel, positioning you to sit up so that he could clean you off a bit and make sure you actually drank it.
eventually, you cuddle into his side as he settles in bed next to you. he lightly pushes your head against his chest, drawing patterns with his fingertips over your skin. your eyes grow heavy as sleep threatens to take over and pull you out of the moment. michael notices this rather quickly, always in harmony with your emotions. "just rest now, okay angel? did so good for me. my perfect girl." he whispers beside you. your eyes close and you drift off to sleep eventually, not before letting out a half-conscious "love you, michael."
