i adore your writing 🤭💌 can i pleaseee request mature era michael and manager reader smut 😵💫 ik managers are usually older but can i request for her to be in her mid-late 20s 🙂↕️ and michael absolutely PLOWS her 🙂↔️ and thinks she's the best manager he's had
CHERISH THE DAY
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Summary: Today was packed with things to do from the moment you opened your eyes. Today there was a photoshoot, a stack of contracts that needed his signature before lunch, a meeting with his producers to go over new music, a wardrobe fitting for a upcoming appearance, and after all of this, there was a recording session.
Warnings: NSFW, smut, pinv, lwk a slowburn, clit stimulation, Michael says mama, softdom!mike, sub reader, having a sex-daydream in public, Michael having a boner in public
An: Im glad that you enjoy my writing! Hope you enjoy!!
Clearly, you’re fucked.
You let out a quiet sigh as you flipped open your planner for what felt like the hundredth time that morning. Every minute was accounted for, and if even one appointment ran over, the rest of the day would most definitely turn into chaos.
Fortunately, Michael knows how to make chaotic days like this a little easier. He never complained, rushed you, and always managed to crack a joke whenever the stress started to show on your face.
You took one last look at the itinerary, double checking everything before slipping it back into your folder.
If everything stayed on schedule, the day would be manageable. If not.. well, you’d figure it out. You always did.
“Morning.” Michaels voice greeted from behind you.
You turned to find him already dressed for the photoshoot, sunglasses perched on the bridge of his nose and that unmistakable smile tugging at his lips.
“You look like you’ve been awake for hours.” He teased.
“Because I have,” you replied, handing him the day’s itinerary. “And before you ask, no we can’t skip anything.
Michael glanced down at the itinerary, his eyebrows lifting higher with every line he read. “…This is all today?” He asked looking at you.
You gave him a sympathetic smile. “Afraid so.” He let out a dramatic groan, pressing a hand to his chest. “You’re trying to kill me.”
“I’m trying to keep your career from falling apart,” you corrected. “There’s a difference.”
Soon, you found both you and Michael rushing towards the waiting SUV. The driver was already standing by the door, patiently waiting for the two of you.
“The photo shoot is first,” you reminded him as the car pulled away. “They’ve blocked out three hours, but we’re aiming for two. After that, you’ll head across town to sign the contracts. Then, you’ve got a meeting with the producers, a wardrobe fitting, and a recording session tonight.”
By the time the car arrived at the studio, photographers, stylists, and assistants were already around the entrance. The moment Michael stepped out, the energy shifted.
Cameras flashed. People yelling his name. Crew members rushing to greet him.
Meanwhile, you were confirming call times with production, checked in with the photographer, made sure wardrobe had every outfit accounted for, and quietly adjusted the afternoon schedule after learning the makeup team would need 15 extra minutes.
To everyone else, it looked effortless.
To Michael, it never went unnoticed.
As the stylist made a few final adjustments to his jacket, his eyes drifted across the room until they landed on you.
You were already speaking with another assistant, phone tucked between your shoulder and ear while scribbling notes into your planner.
You hadn’t stopped once.
A small smile crossed his face.
“You know,” he murmured to the stylist, “I don’t think she’d sit down even if I asked her to.”
The stylist laughed softly. “She’s good at what she does.”
Michael nodded. “She’s the best.” His eyes now going over your figure. Your blouse, he can faintly tell how nice your boobs are sitting, your skirt that somehow covers enough- is he.. is he getting hard now?
He clears his throat, subtly readjusting himself in his seat.
Soon, the shoot ends twenty minutes earlier than expected.
You wasted no time thanking the crew before heading out with Michael and a few bodyguards. “Since we are leaving now, we’ll make the meeting with five minutes to spare.”
As you both were approaching the exit, your phone buzzed. You glanced at the screen and immediately answered, stepping a few feet ahead of him.
“Hi… yes… no, we’ve just wrapped. We’ll be there shortly… Actually, could you move the meeting back for 10 minutes? Traffic may build.”
Michael lingered near you, adjusting his sleeve absentmindedly while watching you work.
He lets his mind drift off… Would you prefer receiving it slow? Or fast? Or maybe both? Or what about your moans? God- he has to stop he can’t risk another boner for today.
He closes his eyes, imagining you underneath him, moaning his name. “Michael!” Your eyes rolling back in ecstasy.
“Michael!”
“Michael? Michael?” Your voice sounds muffled.
Huh?
His eyes flutter open. “Michael? Mr. Jackson? We have to go or we’re gonna be late!” You stand in front of him, eyes filled with a mix of urgency and concern.
Did he just have a sex-daydream about his manager? He needs to get a grip.
“Huh? Right, let’s- let’s go.” He clears his throat.
By the time the sun had dipped below the skyline, the city har traded its afternoon bustle for the soft glow of the evening lights.
The contracts had been signed without a hitch.
The producers meeting ran 30 minutes longer than expected.
The wardrobe fitting somehow turned into two different fittings after someone had misplaced an entire garment bag.
And yet, you’ve managed to keep everything from falling apart. Somehow.
Your feet ached as you stepped into the recording studio, a fresh coffee in one hand, your planner in the other.
Michael was already in the booth. Headphones resting comfortably over his hair, his eyes closed as the music played through the speakers. His voice filling the room, no one dared to make a sound.
As the final note faded, the room erupted into a quiet applause.
“Was that good?”
One producer gave him a thumbs up. “Perfect.” “I think we got it.”
You glanced at your watch. “Great. That means-“ but before you could finish, a knock interrupted.
One of the assistants hurried into the studio. “Mr. Jackson? The car is ready whenever you are.”
“Looks like we’re finally done for the day.” A chorus of relieved sighs echoed around the room.
People immediately began packing up equipment, gathering cables, saying their goodbyes.
You stayed behind, checking off the final item on Michaels schedule before finally closing your planner.
“You look exhausted.” Michaels voice cane from behind you.
You look up to find him watching you. “I’ve had busier days.” You lied.
He raised an eyebrow “You’re a terrible liar.”
You smile a bit. “Are you ready to go?” Michael nods before opening the door for you.
You and Michael are currently in the car, the driver in the front, leaving the partition up, giving you and Michael your privacy.
Michael looks over to you, you’re busy checking his schedule for tomorrow, completely relaxed. He clears his throat before saying your name.
“I just wanted to say thank you for sticking with me. Especially in times like this.”
You frown. “It’s no problem, Mr. Jackson.”
He scoots closer to you and outs one hand on your thigh. You look at him either a surprised expression.
Holy shit. Holy shit.
There is bo way this is happening. Obviously you’ve had wet dreams about your boss, I mean he’s Michael Jackson and the years have clearly been kind to him.
His hand trails up to your thigh. “Is it alright if I continue?” “But I work for you… I don’t want to lose my job.” You tell him, unsure of what to do.
“You won’t baby, I promise.” He moves to kiss your ear, then down your neck. “Is it alright if I continue?” You nod quickly, feeling your panties become damp.
“Spread your legs f’me.” He brings his hand in between your legs once you spread your legs.
“Aw, you’re so wet and I’ve hardly done anything yet.” He chuckles. But before he can do anything else, theres a knock on the door.
“Mr. Jackson, we’re here.” The driver says, his voice muffled.
Right now, Michael has you on the edge of the bed, you’re on your back, legs on Michaels shoulders, he’s currently thrusting in and out of you rapidly.
“You feel so good mama.” He phants out.
“Uh, fuck!” You moan out. You feel absolutely amazing right now. You love the way his dick is constantly brushing up against that spongey spot inside of you.
“Shit- you’re so tight.” His voice strained. “Squeezin’ me so goos.” He drops his head down to your forehead.
He continues to go in and out of you before looking down and bringing your hand down to feel the bulge in your stomach.
“You feel that? You feel how deep I am inside of you?”
Your eyes widen and you nod, clenching around him unintentionally.
“Y-you takin’ me so well.” He groans.
“You feel so good!” You say through moans, gripping the sheets.
Michael brings his hand to rub your slow circles in your clit. As he continues to rub your clit, your moans become louder with more cries of pleasure, your eyes start to water.
Michael looks down to see you forming a white ring on his dick. “Aw, you’re making a mess all over me.” His thrust begin to speed up.
“Im gonna… fuck! I’m gonna cum!” You moan loudly, your pussy gripping his dick like a vice. You reach for a pillow, doing your best to muffle your moans with it. He felt so good, it was almost too much.
Michael moved the pillow away from your face, wiping tears away that you didn’t know were there.
Michael felt the muscles in his stomach begin to tighten. “Cum with me baby, p-please.”
You cried out his name as you both came, Michael doing the same. He collapses on top of you, the room smelling like sex.
“I’ll buy you a pill tomorrow.” Michael says, clearly spent and tired before moving you both higher up in the bed, pressing a kiss to your lips.
You look to where you both were. “We made a mess Michael.” He laughs softly. “We can clean it tomorrow.”
Summary: Ever since you and Michael well.. had sex, he hasn’t been the same. He’s been ignoring you, and you finally back off. All it takes for him to realize what he lost is a new worker.
Warnings: NSFW, smut, angst (maybe a little bit), pinv, clit rubbing, Michael gets jealous, reader is oblivious asf, they lwk toxic, reader catching an attitude (Michael does too?), brat reader (?),
An: Thank you for the compliment🤤 Sorry it took me so long to upload💔 can anyone tell i use music titles for my titles and that I rushed👀
Ever since that night between you and Michael, things hadn’t been the same.
He wouldn’t look at you.
He hardly spoke to you unless it was absolutely necessary.
Every conversation reduced to clipped instructions or brief acknowledgments before he disappeared back behind the heavy doors of his office.
The lingering smiles, the quiet teasing, the stolen glances whenever no one else was looking- they were no longer there.
The tension was… strange.
Thick enough to feel every time you stepped into the room.
You weren’t sure if he regretted what had happened, or if he was simply trying to convince himself it had never happened at all.
Either way, it hurt.
So, eventually, you stopped trying.
You focused on your work, kept your head down, and reminded yourself that if Michael wanted distance, you’d give it to him.
Which was exactly why Daniel’s arrival caught you off guard.
He was the newest addition to MJJ Productions. He was bright, friendly, and always walks to your desk prepared to start a conversation.
“Morning,” he greeted, setting a fresh cup of coffee beside your paperwork. “Thought I’d repay you for helping me survive my first week.”
“You know, you’re going to spoil me.” You say, glancing between him and the cup, a smile tugging at your lips.
“That’s kind of the plan.”
You laughed.
It was genuine.
Light.
The first real laugh you’d had in weeks.
And from the partially open blinds of the office down the hall…
Michael looked up just in time to see it.
The days that followed settled into a routine.
Daniel stopped by your desk every morning. Sometimes it was breakfast.
Other times, he’d simply lean against the edge of your desk while you sorted through paperwork, talking about anything that came to mind.
“…So then I accidentally copied the wrong file.”
“You’re kidding.” You laughed, shaking your head.
“I wish.”
“You’ve only been here two weeks.”
“Exactly. I’m setting the bar low.”
Another laugh escaped you. It was warm. Effortless.
The kind of laugh Michael hadn’t heard from you in what felt like forever.
Across the office, his typing came to an abrupt stop.
“…Mr. Jackson?”
Michael blinked.
“Hm?”
The assistant repeated the question.
He hadn’t heard a word she’d said.
His attention remained fixed on the glass wall separating his office from the rest of the building.
On you. On Daniel.
On the way Daniel leaned just a little too comfortably against your desk.
On the way you smiled at something he’d whispered.
His jaw flexed.
“…Never mind,” the assistant muttered quietly, deciding she’d come back later.
By lunch, the entire office had started noticing.
“You’ve seen him, right?” one receptionist whispered.
“Mr. Jackson?”
“He’s been staring over here all morning.”
“No, he’s been staring at her.”
“I thought they weren’t talking anymore.”
“So did I.”
“…Then why does he look like he wants to fire Daniel every time he opens his mouth?”
They both glanced toward Michael’s office.
Sure enough…
His eyes were already there.
Again.
Meanwhile, you noticed absolutely none of it.
“You know,” Daniel said, spinning a pen between his fingers, “I was thinking about grabbing dinner after work.”
“Oh?”
“You should come.”
You smiled apologetically. “I’ll think about it.”
“I’ll take that as progress.”
But, before you could answer…
“Miss Y/L/N.”
The voice was calm.
Both of you turned.
Michael stood a few feet away, one hand tucked into the pocket of his slacks.
“I need you.”
You nodded immediately. “Of course.”
Daniel stepped aside with an easy smile. “I’ll let you get back to work.”
Michael didn’t return the smile. Not even a little. He simply turned and walked away.
You hurried after him.
The office fell silent.
“…Oof,” someone murmured once you were out of earshot.
“Daniel doesn’t stand a chance.”
Michael didn’t stop until the two of you reached the hallway outside the recording studio.
The noise from the office faded behind the heavy doors. Finally… He turned.
“What exactly is going on?”
You frowned. “…With what?”
“With him.”
You stared at him. “…Daniel?”
“How many Daniels do you work with?”
Your eyebrows lifted.
“I don’t understand.”
“I’ve watched him hover around your desk all week.”
“So?”
“So…” He let out a short, disbelieving laugh. “You don’t see it?”
“See what…?”
“He likes you.”
You blinked. “…No, he doesn’t.”
“He brings you coffee.”
“He’s being nice.”
“He volunteers to carry your folders.”
“He’s helpful.”
“He asked you to dinner.”
You shrugged. “Okay?”
Michael’s jaw tightened. “Would you have said yes?”
You held his stare for a moment before giving a small shrug.
“…Maybe.”
The single word made something flash across his face.
“Maybe?”
“Yeah.”
“You’d really go out with him?”
“Why wouldn’t I?”
His eyes narrowed.
“…Who are you talking to right now?”
You didn’t even blink.
“I’m talking to you.”
He took a slow step closer.
“Lose the attitude.”
You let out a short laugh, almost in disbelief.
“Or what?”
His jaw flexed.
“Don’t test me.”
“No, Michael.” You folded your arms. “You don’t get to question who asks me to dinner.”
“I’m asking you a question.”
“And I answered it.”
“You answered it with an attitude.”
“Maybe because you’re acting like you’ve got some kind of claim over me.”
His expression darkened.
“Watch your mouth.”
“Or what?” you repeated, refusing to back down. “You’re my boss, not my boyfriend.”
Great. Guess where you were now?
His office.
Guess what you two were doing now?
“What was that you said?” He asked.
Currently, he had you on the floor- his fluffy rug to be exact. You’re on your back, legs up in the air, Michael holding onto them.
You could only respond back with a moan.
“I couldn’t hear you.” He chuckles, thrusting into you with a quick pace.
“S-shut up.” You moan out.
“You still have that attitude, hm?” He tutts with his tongue.
He then brings a hand down and starts rubbing your clit.
You shiver with an overwhelming amount of pleasure washing over you. “Mr. Jackson please!”
“No. I don’t wanna hear none of that until you apologize.” He grunts.
“Ok- okay, I-I’m sorry!”
“For what?”
“For- for having an attitude with you- and- and letting Daniel flirt with me!” In your defense, he was just being friendly.
Soon enough, you feel yourself on the edge of cumming.
“Mr. Jackson, can I cum?” You moan out, clenching your eyes shut.
“Yes you can baby.” He then starts hitting a new angle that hits your cevrix perfectly.
Your breaths become hitched, loving the pleasure that he’s giving you.
“Goodness, you feel so good wrapped around me.” He leans his head back in ecstasy.
“Im cumming!” You moan-yell out. You do your best to close your legs, the feeling becoming overwhelming.
“Open your legs.” His hand moving from your clit to go back up to your legs.
You shake your head. “I can’t- I can’t take it, you’re too deep.”
“Don’t tell me you can’t take it, girl, yes you can.” He says, leaning up towards you, his hands placed next to you.
“No, no, no, I can’t.” You whine out, trying to push him away.
“Move your hands, you cant take it. I’m almost there baby.”
You moan out, eyes rolling back, toes curling.
“Look at me.” He demands eye contact.
You open your eyes, and the sight of him makes you feel something all over, the way his jaw is clenched, the way his hips are rolling into you.
God, you’re cumming again.
Finally, his thighs begin to clench, his thrusts slowing down a bit. He came, his face moving towards your throat, letting out small moans into it.
“You’re milking me baby.” He murmurs.
You feel him start to become soft as he pulls out of you slowly with a hiss.
“I really am sorry, Mr. Jackson.” You pant out.
“No, I am. Im sorry for ignoring you and making you feel less than what you are. It’s a shame it took another man to hit on you for me to man up.” He lays next to you.
You laugh. “Please, don’t do it again.”
Then a knock on the door is heard. “Mr. Jackson?”
You quickly sit up, trying to find your clothes. “Shit!”
This cannot be happening.
Damnit.
Michael sits up aswell, finding his clothes and puts them on, doing his best to fix his hair as best as he can before looking over to you to make sure that you’re dressed.
The door opens. It’s Daniel. “Mr. Jackson, I have your-“ his voice trails off, seeing the state of you both.
Michaels pants are unzipped and unbuttoned. Your shirt is inside out.
Daniels eyebrows raise in surprise. “Uh, I’ll just leave you two be.” Before walking the out, closing the door behind him.
Michael looks towards you. “Do you think he noticed?”
You take a look at both of your appearances and let out a long and defeated sigh.
“Michael…”
“…Yeah?”
“He definitely noticed.”
Michael couldn’t help but let a small smile break through.
“At least he knows you’re mine.”
You groaned. “I’m never going to hear the end of this.”
Michael teases you, clearly not as bothered as you. “By lunch, half of the office will have a theory.”
“You mean the whole office?” You ask clearly annoyed.
Uh so basically i have a really bad story to tell you all and know that i feel really guilty.
So recently i published a story but before i did, i was stuck for like a week. I asked people for advice and stuff but nobody could help me so i did the worst thing ever.. i used a.i to help me.
NOW WAIT LISTEN, LISTEN. AI DID NOT WRITE MY STORY
I only asked for advice!! I wrote the fic myself, but I hit writer’s block and asked ChatGPT for feedback on the pacing😔
I accidentally left part of the feedback in the post before publishing. As soon as someone pointed it out, I deleted the post.
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“You and Michael had just started being intimate and it was mostly in missionary where Michael stayed pressed chest to chest with you and couldn’t stop kissing you.
He loved being able to see your pretty face and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
That is— until now.”
SYNOPSIS: Michael overhears his brothers having locker room talk about hitting it from the back and he just happens to have a very curvy, pretty girlfriend.
CONTENT: fluff, smut, 18+, unprotected sex, descriptions of female anatomy, overstimulation, oral, pre thriller!Michael but post OTW, era 1980
Late Sunday evening had settled over the Hayvenhurst estate and the scent of fried chicken, collard greens, mac & cheese, and cornbread was still wafting through the home.
Some new variety show played quietly on the television in the background, but it was drowned out by the Jackson brothers’ loud voices overlapping. They were lounging around after dinner and someone had brought out the good whiskey.
At the edge of the couch sat Michael, halfway listening and picking at a loose string on his sleeve. He was mostly quiet like he always was when this kind of talk came up.
Whenever his brothers started having locker room conversations he stayed out of it.
His private life— especially anything in relativity to you— stayed close to the vest.
Tito leaned back in the leather armchair nursing his second glass of the night. He was grinning wide, saying “I’m tellin’ you man, hittin’ it from the back changed the game for me. You get that angle right, put her face down, ass up… she gon’ lose her mind. A whole different kind of cryin’.”
At this, Michael’s head snapped up.
The word cryin’ had piqued his interest.
Heat began spreading across the back of his neck as he listened closer. Jermaine jumped in and nudged Tito with his elbow. He looked over his shoulder before speaking to make sure none of the ladies were about to wander into the room.
The guys’ wives were currently having their own chat, still sat around the dining table drinking wine.
Once the coast was clear, he added “Especially if you know how to find that lil’ spot deep inside that makes her legs shake and her voice get all high and whiny like she can’t talk straight.” He pointed at Tito smirking, “And if you add a pillow under her hips and hit it just right, she gon’ love you forever.”
Michael gulped audibly. His fingers were now frozen in place. Tito heard it and grinned even bigger.
“What Mike? You and your girl ain’t never tried it?”
Michael shook his head and rolled his eyes, “You guys can be such pigs”. He mumbled while avoiding eye contact.
Truthfully, no, you guys hadn’t.
You and Michael had just started being intimate and it was mostly in missionary where Michael stayed pressed chest to chest with you and couldn’t stop kissing you.
He loved being able to see your pretty face and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
That is— until now.
Tito didn’t let up. “Mike, with the body that girl got, man? You playin’, right? The way her ass sits? You still doin' it missionary like a church boy?”
The brothers chuckled together in that loud and playful way they always did.
Michael cut his eyes as Tito. He felt defensiveness bubble to the surface quickly, sharp and protective.
This wasn’t new. His brothers had been on him for months now ever since you started coming around. You were real thick, and fine as hell. A real brown skin beauty. This was a synonymous agreement amongst them all.
Every time you came over, he caught them doing low whistles or elbowing each other when they thought he wasn’t looking.
“Damn Mike… you got all that and you still playin’ it safe? Couldn’t be me.” They’d say once you were out of earshot, shaking their heads.
They weren’t wrong, you were fine as hell, and he had definitely been playing it safe. But you were his girl, and therefore his business.
“Don’t talk about her like that.” He said, voice low and firm. “That’s my girl and y’all need to mind your own business, quit sayin’ all that stuff about her body. Keep it to yourself.”
Jermaine and Jackie oooh’d in high pitched voices before sipping their drinks, staying out of it.
Everyone knew how Michael got when it came to you.
Out of all the brothers he was the most sensitive, romantic, and emotionally attached when it came to women. And to make things more intense, you were his first.
First real girlfriend, first girl he’d ever invited over— and more recently, to spend the night. You were the first person he’d ever been intimate with.
To Michael that was sacred. He was a bit of a late bloomer, and you thought it was adorable.
You loved being able to experience new things with him. Honestly, you had him wrapped right around your finger. If you asked him to pluck the stars out the sky one by one, he would.
Tito held his hands up in surrender, still laughing. “Aight, aight. We ain’t mean no harm, but for real Mike. You still got a lot to learn, and that’s a good thing. Means you get to figure it out with her, make her feel brand new every time.” Then he winked and took another drink from his glass.
“Whatever, Tito” he rolled his eyes.
Michael was mostly quiet for the rest of the night, but the words stuck with him, sparking a lightbulb in his head.
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───
Later that same week you stopped by the house to drop off something for Michael. He was upstairs changing and had asked Tito and Jermaine to keep an ear out for the door because he was expecting you.
You were rounding the corner when you overheard Tito’s voice, real low.
“Damn, she fine as hell. Hips that’ll make a grown man drool like a baby. Her body is crazy man. And Mike still playin', doin’ it like its 1965.”
He and Jermaine chuckled together and then Jermaine replied, “Mike don’t know what to do with all that. She probably makin’ that boy forget his own name.”
You stepped into the doorway as if you hadn’t heard anything, smile sweet and eyes soft. “What y’all doin’?” Immediately, the energy changed. Tito sat up straighter and his grin turned warm and respectful.
“Hey sweetheart. You lookin’ pretty today.” Jermaine nodded in agreement with a sweet voice.
“How you doin’ baby girl? Go on up, Mike’s waitin’ on you”
Thanking them you turned and headed up the long winding staircase, smirking to yourself.
You weren’t visually impaired; you knew exactly what kind of body you had and the effect it had on men.
But as for Michael’s brothers? Out of respect, they would never dare say anything of the sort to your face.
You had skin-tight bell bottom jeans on that accentuated your curvy figure, and the top you had on revealed a peek-a-boo of cocoa skin at the small of your back. You made sure to roll your hips extra hard as you trailed up the stairs to your man.
Both brothers’ eyes followed the sway of your hips and the full, heart-shaped curve of your ass as you walked away.
Once you were out of earshot, Jermaine and Tito gave each other a knowing look. Tito let out a low appreciate whistle under his breath.
Jermaine shook his head and walked away, “I’m tellin’ you man, Mike don’t know what to do with all that.”.
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───
That same day Michael found himself at the library. He asked Bill to drop him off for a while so he could do some research on a new dance style he was trying.
But truthfully? He was trying to figure out what to do with all that.
He walked into the library with his hoodie pulled low over his curls and large sunglasses covering most of his face. When he got to the help desk he asked the librarian for books on female anatomy. Specifically medical ones— the kind with diagrams.
Once the package was secure Michael made his way to the back of the library to a corner that seemed quiet enough and settled down at a table. His heart was thumping so hard he thought he could feel it in his throat.
Michael took one more look around before he cracked the book and began scrolling through its pages. His face felt hot when his eyes finally landed on the diagram he’d been looking for.
The description of the sensitive bundle of nerves made everything his brothers were saying click. He scanned the page slowly to make sure he understood.
How pressure there could make everything clench and flutter and cry. The idea that touching you a certain way and a certain angle could pull that kind of reaction from you felt like a new language to Michael.
One that he was desperate to speak.
He flipped the page and when he saw the illustration on it of the anterior vaginal wall he gasped softly and nearly dropped the book.
His fingers fumbled as he quickly shut it, suddenly embarrassed at the idea that someone might come near. Quickly Michael decided that he needed a private place to study.
The only thing was, when he went to stand to leave, he finally noticed the not-so subtle tent that had formed in his pants as he was reading.
So, he sat there for a long minute, fumbling with the book and breathing through it while his ears burned hot with embarrassment.
Once he had contained himself enough he tucked the book under his arm and checked it out at the front desk with his head down like he was hiding something sacred.
─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───
The next afternoon Michael thought he was alone.
He had his book open— and fairly close to his face due to how intrigued he was.
The house was quiet which was a rarity. He was just getting to the good part about applying rhythmic pressure and circling the spot when he heard footsteps coming toward him.
Immediately he looked up. Tito walked in and locked eyes with Michael. But before he could speak or greet him, he saw the look that flickered across his face.
It was the same look Michael would get as a little boy whenever he got caught doing something he wasn’t supposed to be doing. The same look he had seen on his face when Michael was 10 and snatched one of his older brother’s magazines, being nosey of course.
Unfortunately for him, he didn’t realize he was looking down at a Playboy until Tito called out, “Mike, they filmin’ you”. Instantly he had dropped the magazine like it was on fire. Just like he did the book in his hands now.
Michael felt like he was in one of those old ninja movies. The ones where the screen splits in half and the camera closes in on both their eyes. He knew he was caught. Michael’s fingers tightened around the book on instinct, but it was already too late. He had maybe 5 seconds to react and he knew it.
Tito’s lips curved into a knowing smirk, and before Michael could even move Tito quickly crossed the room in 3 strides and snatched the book from him. “What you got here, Mike?” Michael’s eyes went huge.
“Give it back, man—” But Tito was already teasing and holding the book out of his reach. He started flipping pages and reading aloud in a sultry voice, teasing Michael.
“To stimulate the G-spot, apply firm, rhythmic pressure to the anterior vaginal wall approximately two inches inside… combine with clitoral stimulation for maximum effect…” Tito hooted in amusement. “Aw man, we got Mikey studyin’! Look at this — diagrams and everything. Lil’ man out here doing homework for his girl!”
Jackie and Jermaine heard the commotion from the other room and came in to be nosey. Tito kept going, his voice getting higher as his amusement grew.
“The tissue may swell and become more sensitive with continued stimulation…” He looked away from the book to his little brother “You really got sticky notes in the margins with notes Mike? I’m proud of you man, finally learnin’ how to handle all that fine ass your girl got”.
Michael’s face was on fire. He reached for the book, voice sharp with embarrassment and a little bit of attitude even though he knew it was just teasing. “Give it back Tito, don’t! I’m serious, that ain’t funny.”
Tito held the book out of reach still chuckling then acted like he was gonna hand it over. He extended the book to Michael, but when he reached for it— he yanked it back at the last second still giggling to himself at Michael’s diligence.
“You sure you ready for all this knowledge?” He laughed harder when Michael glared at him hard. “Aight, happy studying then.”
Michael snatched the book back, grumbling “You guys are so dumb” under his breath as he stormed off to his room. A chorus of his older brothers’ warm teasing followed him all the way there.
Yeah they were clowning him, but they were happy he was stepping up.
Later that night when things were actually quiet and it was safe, Michael stayed up late with the book open on his bed.
He kept re-reading the section on angle and pressure. He felt flustered from how explicit the instructions were, but he was determined to do right by his woman.
At one point, he even grabbed a pillow and slipped it under his hips to practice the slow rolling motion the book described. Of course, with his face buried in his arm because he felt ridiculous—and horny— at the same time.
He kept thinking about you. How pretty you sounded when you came for him, and about how he wanted to make you cry the good kind of tears.
When you came over the next day Michael caught himself watching the way your hips swayed when you walked and how full your ass looked in the jeans you wore.
His eyes lingered for longer than they usually did, but he quickly looked away when you turned over your shoulder to ask him something. He wasn’t usually like that…vulgar.
He appreciated your body and loved every inch of it but researching this new information had him feeling bashful, anxious, and eager all at once.
Still, he simply tucked his hands in his pockets and tried to act normal. The image stayed with him all day though.
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That weekend the Jackson family left for New York City to celebrate Janet. She had just landed a guest star role on the show Diff’rent Strokes and was over the moon about it. It was one of the most popular shows on television.
Katherine had suggested that the family fly out to watch her first few days on set because Jan's nerves were high. If there was one thing the Jacksons were gonna do, it was pull together for one of their own.
Everyone was going, except Michael. He declined claiming that he had some new music he had to get out, so he needed to be near his studio.
And everyone knew how Michael was when it came to getting his ideas out in a timely manner. “We know, we know Mike” Marlon had said on his way out. “You gotta get it out now or God’s gonna give the idea to Prince.” He rolled his eyes dramatically before closing the door behind him.
Michael sighed contently, a large smile taking over his features.
Finally.
He did have music he wanted to work on, butttt that’s not why he declined to go.
This was the best time for him to put his knowledge to the test without fear of anyone overhearing or interrupting. Michael headed down to the kitchen immediately.
He knew exactly whose help he needed. “Hey Ms. Nancy” Michael leaned up against the kitchen counter unsuspectingly, peering over the older women’s shoulder as she stirred something that smelled delicious in a large pot.
Nancy hadn’t heard Michael enter the room but she turned around smiling a smile that reached her eyes. “Hey baby, what you still doin’ here? Not goin’ to celebrate Jan?” Michael shook his head and his curls fell across his forehead as he did so.
“No ma’am. I had some things I needed to get done back here… Can I ask you a favor?”
She looked over at Michael again and raised an eyebrow. “I’m not making vegan lasagna again, Michael. That cheese is just nasty.” she screwed up her nose at the thought. Michael laughed hard at the memory of the watery lasagana.
“No, no. I promise I’ll never ask you to do that again. I was just wonderin’… I wanna have my girl come over tonight for a little date. Before you leave for the day, do you think you could whip us up somethin’?”
She smiled knowingly to herself as she focused on attending to the pot. “Oh you had some extra work to do, huh? You ain’t got to lie to Ms. Nancy, baby. I was young once.” Michael’s face felt hot and his eyes widened. He covered his face and nervous giggles escaped him.
“It’s not like that Ms. Nancy! Just gonna spend some time now that it’s quiet, that’s all.”
“Mhm, alright now.” She gave him a look that clearly said “you can’t fool me honey, you ain’t slick. I’ve known the game longer than you’ve been alive.”
“Whatcha want me to make baby? She loved that honey butter cornbread last time, I ended up sending some home with her.”
Michael’s stomach rumbled and he nodded in agreement. “That would be perfect. And can you make that one dish with the smothered chicken and rice that she likes?”
“I got you. Want me to leave the stove on low so it can stay warm?”
“Yes please, you’re the best” Michael pressed a sweet kiss to Ms. Nancy’s cheek and thanked her before turning and heading out of the kitchen. “Tell Mr. Greg I said hello” He yelled over his shoulder as he headed off to his next destination.
“I will baby.” She called back.
Everything was coming together.
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Later that evening, Michael had asked Bill to pick you up to bring you over. You told him you could drive but he insisted on waiting on you hand and foot.
You were so confused when you got to the estate and there was no one playing basketball outside. No music drifting through the windows. It looked empty.
You almost asked Bill if he was sure Michael was home before he stepped out of the front door.
He stood waiting patiently, a shy sweet smile on his face as he waited for Bill to park. He was practically bouncing on the balls of his feet with excitement.
“Mikey?” You looked around suspiciously as he opened your door for you. Instantly, he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you into his chest.
“Hi baby. It’s so good to see you, how was the ride over?” He looked you over as if he hadn’t seen you in days before pressing a soft lingering kiss to your lips.
“It was fine Mikey, where is everybody? Why is it so quiet, is everything okay?”
You were getting concerned now. Hayvenhurst was never this empty. Michael let out a breathy laugh and nodded.
“They all went to New York. Went to see Jan. She had some stuff she was working on and mother wanted the whole family there.” He paused but his doe eyes stayed on you. “I stayed behind 'cause I wanna be with you.”
You were flattered but didn’t ask him to elaborate further. No way were you gonna complain about finally getting alone time with your man in his mansion.
He took your hand in his large one and led you toward the house, thanking Bill and saying goodbye. “I asked Ms. Nancy to make dinner” He said looking over at you shyly. “Wanna wash up first? It’s ready whenever you are.”
Now you raised your eyebrows. Not because Michael wasn’t usually thoughtful, he always was. Sometimes too much and to his own detriment. But, this evening suddenly started to feel special in a way you couldn’t pinpoint.
“For meee?” Playfully you raised a hand to your chest in a flattered way.
“You’re so cute. Yes, silly. Of course, for you. Always for you.” His gaze held yours a little longer now, lips curved in an adorable boyish smile.
“What she make?” You asked. He scratched the back of his neck bashfully.
“Smothered chicken, yellow rice, cheesy broccoli, and cornbread.” Your whole face lit up before you could hide it.
“Mike, you know that’s my favorite!” You were already smiling big. Michael’s expression softened and admiration glazed over his features.
He was always enamored by how small things made you so happy. He thought it was the cutest thing he’d ever seen. Especially when your eyes got big and you bit your lip trying not to smile too hard.
“I know” He said quietly, thumb massaging your hand that it was holding gently. “That’s why I asked for it.”
Stepping in close, you wrapped your arms around his middle. “You’re so sweet. How’d I get so lucky?”
Michael couldn’t stop the grin he had from getting bigger. He loved feeling chosen by you. He hugged you back and laughed under his breath. Chin resting on your head.
“Go wash up mama, I’ll fix your plate.”
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Dinner was quiet in the best way. You guys sat at the kitchen table instead of the big formal one since it was just the two of you. Between bites you chatted and caught up, although there wasn’t much to catch up on because Michael made sure he saw you nearly every day. If he didn’t see you, he’d speak to you at least twice on the phone. It was clingy but you loved it.
He asked you what you had been up to for the day. You told him a funny story about your little cousin.
You guys were at the mall and she was talking loudly about how her mama was trippin’ on her about not wanting her to hang out with some guy.
And then, her mom appeared right behind her as she was in the middle of rolling her neck and saying, “I don’t care what she say, I’m still goin’ with him to that party. If I gotta climb out my window, I’m goin.”
Long story short, when she looked and saw your aunt standing behind her, arms crossed and lips pursed, she changed her whole tune. Michael laughed hard and shook his head he loved hearing stories about your life. It was nice. Normal.
Every time you made a happy little sound as you took a bite his eyes flicked up to you like he couldn’t help watching. When you tore a piece of cornbread and dipped it in the gravy, he smiled to himself and looked down at his plate. Things felt easy with you. Comfortable, like home.
By the time the plates were empty you both were full and lazy.
“C’mon” Michael stretched his hand out to you. “Movie?” You accepted it without thinking.
In the den the lighting was warm and low. Michael put on something but you weren't really paying close attention to it. You were stretched out on the big couch on your back and he was settled between your legs, cheek resting against your tummy and arm draped loosely over your thigh. His weight was warm and familiar and every now and then he’d turn his head and press a soft, slow kiss to the skin right above your navel.
Absentmindedly, you played with his curls. His breathing matched yours and every so often his fingers would stroke lazily along the side of your thigh. After a while, he turned to look up at you with big doe eyes.
“There’s somethin’ I wanna show you” He said quietly, “In my room… come with me?” You shrugged and said sure, allowing him to pull you up off of the couch.
You followed him down the hall expecting a new demo he’d been working on or one of his quiet little hobbies. But when he opened the bedroom door, the air was warm and sweet with candlelight.
A new Stevie Wonder record was spinning on his turntable. And the bed— the bed was made neatly, pillows fluffed, rose petals scattered over the comforter and everything glowing gold.
Your eyebrows knit in confusion as you stopped in the doorway. “Michael… what is all this?”
He turned to you with a shy smile tugging at his lips, shoulders a little hunched. “Just… just tryin’ somethin’. For you. For us.”
He stepped close and placed gentle hands on your waist to lean in and kiss you. It started slow and soft, the kind that made your stomach flutter. His lips moved against yours like he couldn’t help himself, tongue gently trailing along your bottom lip to request access. His tongue slid warm and careful against yours.
One hand came up to cup your jaw and his thumb stroked your cheek as he kissed you deeper. He pulled back just enough to mumble against your lips, a little out of breath.
“I love kissin’ you so much,” he whispered. “Could do this all night and still not get enough.”
He kissed you slower this time like he was trying to prove it. You melted into it. Your hands slid up his chest, fingers curling into the soft fabric of his t-shirt. He made a quiet appreciative sound in his throat and kept kissing you, nipping softly at your bottom lip.
Only when both of you were a little dazed did he start walking you backward toward the bed. He eased you down and followed you. Then he started all over again. Kissing your throat and your collarbones, pushing your shirt up inch by inch so he could mouth at the soft skin at your stomach.
He took his time kissing down your tummy before going lower and settling on your thighs. His hands rubbed slow circles on them as he pressed his lips to the inside of your thigh where the skin was softest.
When your muscles twitched against his lips he smiled to himself and did again. Slower and higher this time. He let the anticipation build until your hips were shifting restlessly against the sheets under you.
A hot, open mouthed kiss was pressed over your panties and your breath caught. He looked up at you with dark, soft eyes.
“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered. “Every part of you.”
He took his time taking off your panties, hooking his fingers in the waistband and easing them down.
For a second he just gazed and admired how puffy and pretty your pussy looked. He still couldn’t believe he got to see you like this. Then, he leaned in and pressed a soft kiss right over your clit. You made a quiet sound.
He settled in farther between your legs like he belonged there, shoulders gently spreading your legs wider. His tongue was gentle and he licked you with long careful strokes that made your hips roll against him without you intending to. He watched every little reaction closely and used them as a guide. If your breath caught in your throat, he stayed there. If your thighs shook in his hands, he did it again softer. He moaned quietly into you when you got wetter like the taste of you was something he wanted to savor.
“Mikey…” you gasped, hands gently threading through his curls.
He hummed against you teasingly to answer you which made your hips jolt. His tongue licked you flat and broad then he used the tip of it to gently circle your clit. One of his hands stayed on your thigh rubbing soothing circles while the other slid up to lace his fingers with yours.
When his lips sealed over your clit and sucked your back arched and soft moans fell past your lips. Michael loved it, and he kept that same patient rhythm as he kept you from pulling your hips away from him. He listened closely to the way your breathing changed. Then, he slid two fingers inside you and curled them slow, searching until he found a spot that made your hips jerk.
The way he stayed right there and used his tongue and fingers to stroke you had you seeing stars and tears prickling at the corners of your eyes from how good it felt. Michael moaned in appreciation when your thighs started quaking around his shoulders.
“That’s it, good girl baby” he murmured against you. “Let me make you feel good.”
The orgasm rolled through you in long, slow waves. Your fingers tightened in his hair and your hips pushed up against his mouth but he didn’t stop. He kept licking and sucking you through every throb, drawing it out until you were shaking and oversensitive to his touch. Only when you started gently pushing at his shoulders with a breathless little sound did he back away.
His gaze lingered on the pleasure-struck look on your pretty face as he pressed soft kisses to your thighs and made his way back up to your lips. His lips were shiny, eyes bright and soft.
He brushed his lips against yours and his eyes drifted across your features adoringly. He loved the way you got so dazed after he made you cum like that.
“I been thinkin’ bout somethin’,” he said softly. “I wanna try somethin’ new with you. If you trust me.”
“What, Mikey?” you asked, still breathless. He bit his lip nervously but held your gaze steadily.
“I…I want you to turn around for me, baby. On your knees… face down so I can love on you the way I been wantin’ to.”
The way he said it made your tummy flip. He never talked like that. Your eyes fluttered in surprise but you obeyed him immediately without question. Turning away from him, you pressed your chest and cheek to the mattress and arched your back to raise your ass high in the air.
Michael went completely still at your submission. The candle light was flickering against your soft brown skin, highlighting your pretty heart-shaped ass. His eyes trailed over your frame in the provocative position and admired how your waist dipped in at your wide hips that looked way more dramatic in this position.
He couldn’t help but notice the way your cheeks spread just enough to show the glistening lips of your pussy peeking out between them, a single strand of arousal dripping from you. Michael nearly drooled.
“Lord have mercy…” He exhaled. His hands explored you gently as if this was all new, palms sliding over the backs of your thighs to cup the fullness of your ass.
He squeezed gently then trailed his hands to your hips, gently running his thumbs over the dimples at the small of your back. “You look so pretty like this… I don’t even know what to do with myself, mama.”
He kissed your back where his thumbs has just been and then pressed another one to your right cheek.
He stood up straight and raised his t shirt up exposing his belly. Then he pushed his sweats down just enough. He was already hard, tip leaking with pre-cum from him rutting the mattress while he drooled from how good you tasted.
He dragged the head gently through your folds in a teasing way before letting it catch on your entrance. “You trust me, baby?” he whispered as he slid up to bump your clit. You made a soft surprised sound and he giggled.
“Yes baby, of course I trust you.”
That was all the permission Michael needed to show you everything he had learned for you.
He placed a hand on your hip and pushed in carefully and slowly. You let out a low satisfied sound as he slowly stretched you inch by inch, biting his lip to contain himself.
“Takin’ me so good, princess.” His voice was shaking a little. “So warm and tight… I can feel every little flutter.” He bottomed out, hips flush against you and stayed there for a moment. Once he was sure you were okay, he began moving in slow, deep, searching rolls like he was looking for something. Until oh— he found it.
The second the head of his dick nudged that spot your eyes rolled back and a broken gasp punched out of your chest. Your hips pushed back against him to take him deeper on instinct.
After a few strokes he felt your walls clench around him and suddenly, you got a lot wetter. When he looked down to watch himself stroking you, you were creaming thick and white around the base of his dick.
Michael’s eyes went wide. He had never made you do that before. “Oh… there it is. That’s it, ain’t it?”
He repeated the motion from the same angle with another deep nudge. You pushed back against him harder with a high, whiny moan spilling past your lips. Exactly how his brothers had described it. Your thighs shook slightly and he could feel you creaming more as the obscene sounds filled the room.
He pulled his t-shirt the rest of the way up and brought to his lips so he could hold it with his teeth. He wanted an unfiltered look at the pretty picture he was painting between your legs.
Once free, his hands found their way to your hips and his thumbs pressed into the dimples there. He started fucking you deep and focused on angling every stroke to hit that spot over and over again.
He was still a little unsure, so he asked “Right there? Does that feel good, baby? I… I been readin’ ‘bout this. Wanted to make you feel good. Wanna make you cry for me the way Tito said.”
You nodded hard, pushing back against him for more and biting your lip when the movement made him nudge against your cervix. “Yes— yes, Mikey doin’ so good, don’t stop—”
He let out a shaky breath and kept rolling his hips. “Thank you baby, I learned it all for you. Been studyin’ so hard for you. So I could be perfect, just for you”
Your moans grew higher, completely wrapped in ecstasy and love. You kept pushing back, chasing it, thighs already starting to shake. His praise came in soft pieces between his breaths.
“Your skin looks so pretty in this light mama…”
“Love how soft you feel… smell so good too, like cocoa butter”
“These hips, baby…”
You were still pushing back for more, hips rolling to meet every deep stroke until— the intensity started tipping over into something sharper.
The pleasure got so concentrated it almost scared you. Your arms trembled and you tried to stay with it, but the pressure on that spot was becoming so intense that your body started easing forward on the bed without you consciously realizing it.
“Mikey—” you gasped, voice high and shaky. “Wait— it’s… it’s t-too much—”
His hips chased you as he trailed a hand slowly up the length of your back.
“Hand me a pillow, baby” You didn’t compute his request immediately due to being lost in the rhythm of his strokes.
One hand came down in a playful spank against the side of your ass. Not hard, just enough to make you jump a little and moan.
Instantly you obliged. He took the pillow from you and gently tucked it under your tummy under your hips. Instantly your back felt supported— and the pressure in your core increased.
His palm settled between your shoulder blades, gentle but firm, to keep you right where he wanted you. The other hand gripped your hip and pulled you back onto him in one smooth motion so he could keep the angle.
“I know, mama, I know,” he murmured, voice low and coaxing around the shirt in his mouth. “Feels so good, don’t it? Don’t run from me. Be a good girl and let me keep massagin’ that spot just right.”
You could hear how much wetter you were getting, and you could feel it too. Messy, creamy strings of your essence and his pre-cum every time he pulled back and thrust in again. Your arousal was coating his dick thicker, dripping down his balls now onto the sheets.
He watched it happen and his lips parted as the muscles in his stomach clenched and fluttered every time you creamed more around him. Your ass rippled and jiggled slightly with every thrust, back arching deeper because of your curves. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from your heart-shaped ass bouncing soft and pretty against him in the candlelight.
“That’s my good girl…” he cooed, voice hoarse around the fabric in his mouth. “Look at you creamin’ all over me, baby. Your body was made for this, I swear. I love every inch of you. These thighs, this sexy lil’ waist,” he gently squeezed your love handles. “Pretty ass bouncin’ just for me. You smell like home, baby. Feel like home. I love you. I love makin’ you feel this good.”
Your eyes rolled back hard at the praise. “L-love you too Mikey— it feels so good— so— so good—” the words broke apart between high breathless moans as the pressure inside you kept building higher and higher.
It felt like something was about to break. Your thighs trembled violently and drool slipped from the corner of your mouth onto the pillow as your walls fluttered endlessly around him.
You could feel it. An intense, almost scary pressure right on your spot. Then your eyes fluttered open just enough to notice the towel spread underneath you. Very carefully placed. He planned for this.
Michael leaned forward and gently grabbed your jaw to tilt your head back so he could kiss you. As his mouth met yours he shifted the angle of his hips, gently alternating between nudging the sensitive swollen tissue of your G-spot and pressing just a little deeper so the head of his dick brushed your cervix. It was pornographic.
The combination of the tender open-mouthed kiss and the dual stimulation made your eyes flutter with submission and roll back. You moaned into his mouth, soft and helpless.
He kissed you like he couldn’t help it, soft and deep as he gave you those slow, alternating strokes before finally letting your head drop back down.
“Your ass looks so pretty like this,” he breathed, almost to himself. Then his cheeks went hot. “Can I say that? Tell me I can say it, baby.”
You looked back at him over your shoulder with glassy eyes.
“You can say whatever you want, Mikey… I love you. And I want you to stay inside. I went and got on the pill. Been thinkin’ about tryin’ somethin’ new with you too.”
His eyes lit up. Something warm and confident sparked behind them. The words his brothers had said echoing in his head. You hit that lil’ spot deep inside her, and she gon’ love you forever. He gripped your hips a little firmer, a soft new certainty in the way he moved.
The pressure kept climbing. Your voice cracked.
“Mikey— wait— I think I gotta— I think I gotta pee—”
His whole face changed. Eyes bright and shining like he’d just unlocked a new level in a video game.
“It’s okay, baby,” he said, voice low and coaxing, a little breathless with excitement. “Don’t hold it. Don’t be scared. Just let it go for me. I read about this… it’s supposed to feel like that when it’s real good. You’re doin’ so good for me. Just let it happen mama. I got you.”
You almost giggled at how earnest he sounded until he nudged that spot again, slow and deliberate. Your eyes rolled back hard. The pressure broke. A sharp, wet rush of fluid gushed out of you around his dick, soaking the towel and splashing against his thighs as you squirted hard, body shaking, high-pitched cries spilling from your throat.
Michael made a sound like he’d just won something. A soft, stunned, almost disbelieving moan left him as he watched and felt you come apart on him.
“Oh my God… baby… look at you…”
The second he felt you squirt, his own orgasm started to crest slow and deep. His eyes fluttered. His stomach muscles clenched. A broken, accidental “F-fuck—” slipped out of him right as the first thick pulse left him.
He immediately looked almost panicked.
“Sorry—! I didn’t mean to say that—” he gasped, still cumming in long, drawn-out waves, hips stuttering as he filled you. “It just— it felt so— oh God, baby, I love you—”
You moaned low and deep when you felt him spill inside you, the warmth of it making your whole body clench around him again. It was y’alls first time like this. Something about the trust of it and the way he stayed buried deep and gave you everything made your eyes sting a little even as another aftershock rolled through you. You pushed back against him weakly, taking every pulse, a soft, satisfied sound leaving your throat.
He stayed inside you until the last tremor passed, arms wrapped tight around your middle, both of you shaking and trying to catch your breath. Stevie Wonder still spun soft in the background.
After a long while he pulled out slowly and kissed the back of your neck. He laid next to you and pulled you on top of him, draping your still shaking thigh across his waist. One hand rubbed slow, soothing circles on your lower back.
He was quiet for a while, just breathing you in.
Then, soft and shy he asked, “Did I… did I do okay? Was that good for you?”
You lifted your head enough to kiss him, lazy and sweet.
“More than good, Mikey. You found it. You made me cry just like Tito said you would.”
He buried his face in your neck, cheeks hot, but you could feel him smiling against your skin.
“Yeah,” he whispered, voice full of wonder. “I guess I did.”
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Summary: You and Michael are out at Studio 54. You’re on the floor, dancing, having a good time, but you see something you don’t like.
Warnings: NSFW, smut, male oral, overstimulation, mentions of D*ana, begging, use of a vibrator, reader is lowk mean but mike is into it.
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The bass in the music is making you feel some type of way. You’re currently sitting at a table with Michael, your head bopping to the beat. “I think I wanna go dance.” You say to Michael, hoping the music isn’t drowning out your voice.
He nods. “Alright, have fun.”
You frown slightly. “You don’t wanna dance with me?” He shakes his head. “I don’t want to tire myself out before the concert tomorrow. But, you can get on the floor.”
You sigh. “Alright, I’ll be back.”
About 30 minutes later, you’re enjoying yourself, dancing, a light layer of sweat building on your forehead.
You look over to where Michael is, or was, but you can’t find him. ‘Huh. That’s weird’ You look left and right, trying to find him.
Now, you’re wondering around, looking like a lost child trying to find their parent. Eventually, you give up, figuring that he’s probably in the restroom.
As you turn around to go back to your shared table, you see Michael. With her. Diana. They’re dancing on the floor, having the time of their life.
You’re not even mad about him dancing, Yes you are it’s the fact that he’s dancing with her. Oh hell no. You’re not going to do this tonight.
You grab your things and leave. As you open the backseat of the car door, and sit down, Bill is in the driver seat.
He looks back at you, eyebrows pinched together. “Where’s Michael?” You sigh. “He’s in there. With her.”
He nods, understanding how you feel. He puts the car in drive, ready to take you home, but before he’s able to drive off, there’s a voice outside of the door saying your name.
You sigh, already knowing who it is. “Unlock the door.” You roll your eyes, moving to sit behind Bill, not bothering to unlock the door. “Bill!” His voice is as stern as it can be.
Bill shakes his head in disbelief, unlocking the door. Michael hops in the car, looking at you with a frown. “What’s wrong? Did I do something?” His eyes shining with concern.
You scoff, looking at him, your eyes falling to his cheek that’s accompanied by a red lipstick mark. “Look at your cheek, then ask me that again.”
He frowns, bringing his hand up to feel around his cheek. He brings his hand down to see a smear of red. He sighs. Diana.
“Don’t tell me this is about her.” He shifts his gaze towards you, just to find you looking out the window, your legs crossed. He says your name, but you ignore him. He repeats it over and over again.
You finally speak up, just to say: “Hey, Bill? Can you turn that up? I love this song.” You ask, the radio playing Sade.
Michael sighs, giving up, hopefully you both will have a talk at home.
At home
Michael is currently sitting on the couch, legs spread open with you in between them. “Are you sorry?” You ask, your hand moving up and down on his cock slowly.
Michael moans, his hands gripping the cushions. “Y-yes, I am!”
“Are you sure?” You move your thumb to trace his tip. “Uh- please!” He moans, his head falling back, eyes closing in pleasure.
“Please keep going? Please give you more? Or please stop?” You ask, continuing your movements.
His head snaps up, eyes wide open. “No, no, no, no, no, please, keep going!” He whines, hips thrusting up, desperate for more friction.
“I don’t know,” you drag out. “I don’t know if you really gave me an apology.” You slowly halt your movements.
“Okay, okay, okay, I-I’m sorry for- for dancing with her a-and letting her kiss my cheek!” He pants out.
“Thank you for the apology.” You pick up the pace of your hands, then bobbing your head up and down ln his length.
His hips jerk up. “Wait, Im gonna cum!” He says trying to push you off of him. You move your hands from his cock to his wrists, pining them down.
You hum around his length, causing chills to go up his spine.
Once again, his head moves back, eyes shut. After a few moments, he came. His body tensing, thighs clenching, his release in your mouth.
You pull back, swallowing. You look at Michael, his chest falling up and down, eyes still closed.
You walk away briefly before coming back with something in your hand. A vibrator. You turn it on, letting the lowest setting hum.
Michaels eyes snap open. “What? What are you doing?” His voice hoarse.
“Shh, just sit back and take it.” You tell him before placing the vibrator on his tip. “Aah! I-I already came!” He both moans and yells out. “I apologized! P-please!”
“You gave me an apology, yes. But I didn’t accept it, did I?” You say, moving the setting to the medium.
“Please, I’m sorry.” Tears falling from his eyes. “Aw.” You mock pout him, bringing a hand up to wipe his tears, then turning the vibrator to it’s higher setting.
He moans your name out, hips jerking. “Im gonna-“ he cuts himself off with a silent moan, eyes rolling to the back of his head. As he cums for the second time, you move the vibrator back.
As he calms down a bit, twitching a few times before you speak up. “If you cum a few more times f’me, I might forgive you.”
Summary: A few days ago, Michael helped you learn how to pleasure yourself. Now, you find yourself wanting more.
Warnings: NSFW, smut, begging, smut, mentions of masturbation and reader not being able to make herself cum, fingering, overstimulation, breast stimulation, clit rubbing, pinning down? I always write for x black reader, i just make sure my fics work for everyone!
A/n: idk guys, hope yall like this!! (Lmk👀👀)
A few days ago, your best friend showed you how to pleasure yourself. After he showed you how to well… masturbate, you’ve done your best to remember his demonstrations.
The way his fingers circled your clit. Or how deep he managed to get inside of you. But no matter how hard you tried to copy his moves, you just couldn’t… what’s the word?… Cum.
So, each time, you would feel unsatisfied, sticky, and wet. You need more. Who would be better to ask other than the man who started this? You couldn’t come up with an answer.
And so, here you are, sitting on Michaels bed, both of you watching Peter Pan. Well, him more so than you. You sigh, not sure how to approach the topic. Michael looks over to you, eyebrows furrowed. “Is something wrong?”
You shift your gaze from the TV to him. “Huh? Oh, y-yeah.” You stutter. “Are you sure? Looks like you have something on your mind.” He chuckles softly. You mentally groan; of course, he knew you had something on your mind. He definitely wouldn’t be letting this go anytime soon.
“Uh well- I just, I’m not sure how to say this-“ You ramble before getting cut off by Michael saying your name sternly. “Just say it. You know you can tell me anything.” He says, his hand moving to your thigh.
You sigh once again. “I need you.” Your face grows warm with embarrassment. “Oh?” His eyebrows raise in surprise. ‘Thank God’ he thinks to himself.
Ever since he showed you how to masturbate, he couldn’t get enough. The way your pussy glistened, the way you moaned, the way your hips jerked up when he found your G-spot.
The thought about it alone makes him hard. “The sane way I showed you how to pleasure yourself?” You nod.
“Every time I try to pleasure myself, I can’t cum.” You whine. Michael can’t help but chuckle. You’re so cute.
Next thing you know, your pants and panties are gone, somewhere in his room. He’s behind you, just like the last time. Your sitting between his legs, your legs spread open.
He moves his left hand to your thigh, moving his right hand down to you pussy, spreading your wetness around before having his middle finger rub your clit.
You moan softly, your legs already trying to close, thighs clenching.
“Feels good?” He asks, voice low in your ear. You nod rapidly, eager for more.
He continues to rub your clit before tracing your pussy with his hands, then tracing your slit with his middle finger again. “Mikey.” You whine out. “I need more… please.”
“Patience, sweet girl.” He says. Fingers moving to your clit, your folds, then moving back to your slit repeatedly. You whine out once again, from pleasure and from Michaels teasing.
“Just a greedy little thing…” he says, moving his hand from your thigh to your breast, massaging it. “Quit teasin’ me…” you whine out once again.
Michael finally listens to your wishes, sticking a finger inside of you, slowly thrusting his finger in and out of you.
You moan a bit louder in satisfaction, finally getting what you want, and in pleasure.
Soon, Michael inserts another finger inside of you, now picking up his pace. Your moans are now coming continuously, legs slightly trembling. “You wanna cum?” He asks condensingly.
You nod, your pussy throbbing around his fingers. Feeling the pleasure inside of you continue to build up inside of you, and so, you cum.
Finally. After so long you’re finally able to cum. Your mouth hung open, a silent cry escaping from you. As your orgasm passed, your head fell back on his chest.
But then, Michaels fingers resumes his previous actions. Your head snaps up before looking back at him. “Mikey, what- what are you doing?” You say, bucking your hips back, doing your best to escape his touch.
“But isn’t this what you wanted?” He asks, his fingers rubbing your clit in a rapid pace, his fingers following the same pace.
“I-I just-“ You cut yourself off with a moan. “Hm? Finish your sentence for me.”
“I just wanted to cum!”
“And Im gonna make sure you do. Over and over and over and over again.”
You whine, your head turning left and right. “Please, I-I can’t.” Your legs closing around his hands. “Open your legs.” He says, leaving no room for an argument.
You follow his orders, your legs opening. “There you go.” He says, pressing a kiss to the side of your head.
You moan, feeling something different build up inside of you, compared to when your orgasm would normally approach.
“What, I- somethings wrong. I- ah! I have to pee.” You moan, your hips jerking up.
Michael smirks, he knows what your body is about to do, you’re gonna squirt. “Sh sh” He says, pinning your hips down.
Then, it happens, you squirt. A gush of liquid comes out of you, quite literally squirting into the air. Michaels movements slowing down a bit.
“There you go baby.” He murmurs. As you come down your high, your chest rises up and down rapidly. “Thank you…” you phant out.
“ ‘Thank you?’ “ He questions. “You’re not done yet, baby.” He chuckles, moving to go in front of you on his knees.
What? Oh no. No way he’s being serious. “What? That mouth got you in trouble again?” He smirks.
