michael jackson x fem!reader
after nervously seeing each other vulnerable in a new way, MICHAEL becomes overwhelmed by his attraction and sneaks away to deal with it alone, only for Y/N to discover him.
content includes: mature content (18+) ⋆ sub!michael ⋆ dom!reader ⋆ praise kink ⋆ begging ⋆ dirty talk ⋆ hand job (m! receiving) ⋆ overstimulation ⋆ comforting ⋆ pwp ⋆ p in v ⋆ unprotected sex ⋆ virgin man ⋆ shy michael ⋆ overheard masterbation ⋆ breeding ⋆ fingering ⋆ oral (m! recieving) ⋆ embarassment ⋆ experienced reader teaching ⋆ inexperienced mmc
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"MICHAEL, ARE YOU SLEEPING?" you murmured, shattering the delicate stillness between you two. You lay curled against him, your head resting on his chest, experiencing the rhythm of his breathing. Your arm hung lazily over his body, fingertips softly brushing across the warmth of his flesh. He lay on his back, his hand softly resting on your arm and hugging you close.
You sensed him shaking his head, the slight noise of his hair brushing against the pillow's material filling the room. His hand began to slide gently up and down your arm, causing your skin to tingle with goosebumps, "I'm up, love. What's up?" He spoke in a gentle, subdued tone, tinged with care and love. "You know I don't sleep easy," he continued with a soft laugh, which caused you to smile.
You breathed out heavily, sensing an increasing unease, a warmth spreading across your skin. "I just can't sleep. I'm so hot. Are you feeling this, or is it just me?" The room felt suffocating with stifling air, blankets weighing on you as your body heat increased, and being near Michael didn't make it any better.
He was quiet for a moment, considering your words before agreeing, "Yeah, it is hot. Why don't you turn on the AC?"
You emitted a soft groan of frustration, your warm breath brushing delicately against his chest. "I wish I could. The AC's acting up, and I can't call maintenance until Monday." He kept comforting you by running his hand gently along your arm, his thumb tracing soothing patterns. Despite his efforts, the beads of sweat forming on your forehead indicated it was insufficient.
"I can't take this," you muttered as you extracted yourself gently from his hug, feeling the intense heat pressing down on you, compelling you to find solace. Your fingers lazily played with the hem of your T-shirt while Michael shifted, turning to lie on his side, propping his head on his arm. His gaze followed your movements with a blend of curiosity and concern.
You found yourself pausing, navigating the fine line between seeking solace and the apprehension of exploring uncharted realms. Michael witnessed you in an unusually vulnerable state, the thought of undressing in front of him a novel territory, brimming with unspoken anxieties and opportunities. You cherished the solace of privacy, relishing the liberating sensation of sleeping in just your skin. However, in his presence, you consistently chose modesty as a gesture of respect for the tender balance of comfort you shared.
He gazed at you, his expression open, trusting. "Do you mind if I take my shirt and pants off? I have a bra and everything on. I'm just- I can't handle this heat anymore," you confessed, voice soft but firm.
Michael's reaction was quick, a loud gulp that was almost ludicrous in its severity. His eyes enlarged, trapped in a state of astonishment and thought. The prospect of seeing you in less, so vulnerable, sparked something deep within him. Yes, Michael had daydreamed about your naked body in front of him several times.
There have even been nights where he laid in bed alone, thinking about you and your soft skin pressed against his, making his dick undeniably hard, but he would quickly push those thoughts away, not giving into his yearning for you, thinking it was wrong, or too soon.
You were the very first girl he truly loved, and all of this felt incredibly fresh and powerful. He didn't know how to handle it, feeling too embarrassed to share what crossed his mind in the late hours of the night and even when he was alone during the day.
He blinked with deliberate slowness, his gaze lingering on the inside of his lids as though he were seeking refuge there. When he finally opened his eyes again, they displayed a greater sense of determination, although this was tempered with a hint of nervous anticipation. "N-no," he stammered, speaking softly, "I-I wouldn't mind. " The words escaped hesitantly, genuine and fragile, his throat parched as he pondered the depth of your mutual vulnerability.
Those words were what you needed to hear. Without any hesitation, you slowly lifted your shirt, feeling the fabric glide over your skin, as it revealed the intricate landscape of your body, inch by inch. As you lowered your sweatpants, feeling the gentle caress of the cool air on your newly revealed skin, a soft sigh of relief slipped past your lips. You carefully picked up your worn clothes, arranging them into a tidy pile. Looking up, you saw Michael shielding his eyes with his hand.
You couldn't help but let out a gentle chuckle as you inched closer, admiring his modesty, which was charmingly shy. As you drew nearer, a tension seemed to build in his body, every movement of yours capturing his focus, despite his hand covering his face. You tenderly grasped his wrist and guided his hand away from his eyes, greeting him with a smile. His skin felt warm to your touch, and he winced as if he were nervous or overwhelmed.
His eyes were tightly shut, and you couldn't help but smirk, standing there watching him for a moment. "Michael, it's okay. You don't have to cover your eyes," you whispered, your voice light but comforting.
"Are you sure?" he whispered, uncertainty threading through his question as his heart pounded a relentless rhythm that echoed in his ears.
"I'm sure, baby," you reassured him softly, leaning just slightly closer. "We're going to get comfortable with this at some point, right? Might as well start now."
Michael exhaled, nodding. "You're right." Slowly, cautiously, he opened his eyes, blinking against the darkness. When he could finally focus, he found himself looking directly into your eyes, nowhere else. His gaze held yours, intense and unwavering as if something precious could be broken if he let his eyes stray.
But before long, those words empowered Michael to gaze appreciatively at the contours of your body, expressing his awe and admiration. His eyes, like a painter's brush, gently traced the canvas of your skin. The vibrant red of your lingerie popped beautifully against the softness of your complexion. Your body is a stunning masterpiece of curves and lines, captivating his full attention. Each detail elegantly etching itself into his memory.
The smooth, red cotton bra perfectly emphasized the way your breasts were filled out, while the panties hugged your hips just right, gracefully accentuating the gentle curves of your waist and the soft stretch marks adorning them—it was simply overwhelming. His body responded immediately, his breath hitching as his heart pounded even faster.
From head to toe, you embodied beauty, with your skin radiating a gentle sheen, and your figure emanating elegance and power. His gaze eventually met yours, a wordless connection of mutual understanding transpiring before you looked away, providing him with a momentary break from the intense feeling of being near you.
While you were putting away your clothes, Michael's eyes widened at the sight of you. Each of your movements captivated his attention in a way he couldn't quite control. The gentle sway of your hips and the subtle bounce with each step sent his heart racing. A wild drumbeat in his chest perfectly synchronized with the heat flowing through his veins. Every fiber of his being was ablaze, the weight of his escalating desire almost unbearable in its strength.
He attempted to blink away the fervent thoughts and emotions vying for his attention while grappling with the internal storm that loomed, testing his composure. He found himself caught amidst the intense longing and his self-restraint, unsure how to navigate this unfamiliar realm.
When you slipped back into bed beside him, your sweet vanilla scent enveloping him, he tried to calm down. But when your body brushed against his, your back pressed against his front, he froze. His body reacted instantly, his arousal undeniable, pressing hard against the thin fabric of his shorts.
His mind fogged with need, the air between you thickening with unspoken tension. He cursed himself silently, trying to will his body to calm down, but it was no use. He wanted you, every inch of you, more than he had ever wanted anything.
You shifted slightly, unknowingly pressing your body closer to his, and he lost it. His breathing became ragged, and he realized with a jolt that he couldn't blink this feeling away.
As quietly as he could, he shifted, moving with a cautious grace born of necessity. He lifted his head, casting a glance at your peaceful face, your closed eyes offering silent permission for his escape.
Gracefully, he carefully shifted towards the edge of the bed, every movement calculated and gentle, ensuring not to disrupt your peaceful rest. Placing his feet on the plush carpet, he experienced a wave of weakness sweeping over him. The moment caused him to feel unsteady and uncertain.
The room was filled with a harmonious blend of shadows and silence. The only sound that could be heard was the gentle rustle of fabric and the soft exhalations of your breath. When he stood there, the weight of his longing enveloped him, serving as a physical reminder of the fine line between holding back and letting go.
He exited your bedroom, walking steadily across the hall and into your neatly decorated, average-sized bathroom. Stopping in front of the mirror, he rubbed a hand across his face, pausing for a moment, unsure of himself. His body felt like it was burning, suffocating, and the shame was suffocating. But he needed a release, desperately. He needed to feel something, anything.
His gaze dropped, landing on his painfully hard dick, straining against its restraints. Shaking his head, he let out a shaky breath. He didn't understand why his body was reacting this way, never had it been this intense. All he knew was that he needed it gone, and fast.
With deliberate movements, he lifted the toilet lid and sat down, rubbing his length through his shorts, a quiet groan escaping his lips as his head fell back. He wanted more—he needed more.
Lifting himself slightly off the seat, he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of his shorts and boxers, sliding them down in one smooth motion. His hard dick sprang free, slapping against his clothed stomach before bobbing back and forth. He looked down at himself, already leaking, and slowly pulled his foreskin back, revealing the sensitive, throbbing tip. As much as he hated to admit it, the relief of being freed was amazing.
Taking a deep breath, he steadied himself, making sure he was fully aware of what he was about to do. He smeared the precum over his tip with his thumb, biting back the moan that threatened to escape. The idea of you hearing him was too embarrassing, so he threw his head back, mouth open in silent ecstasy.
Once he'd had enough teasing, he spread his legs wider and spat into his hand, coating his shaft. He began by circling his palm around the head, the slick sound making him bite down on his lower lip. Eyes closed, head thrown back, he started to stroke himself slowly, savoring each sensation, swallowing every moan. He focused on the rhythm, stroking the length, circling his tip, over and over again. The pleasure was intoxicating.
Then, thoughts of you flashed in his mind. Your beautiful eyes, your sensual lips, your entire face, and he smiled. Images of you in your red panties and bra made him harder if that was even possible.
He picked up the pace, pumping faster, twisting his hand around his shaft, the wet sounds filling the bathroom. Desperate for something to hold onto, he gripped the edge of the sink as the pleasure built to an unbearable peak. His toes curled into the bathroom rug, his eyes rolled back, sweat dripping down his forehead. His chest heaved, his breath ragged, and his length twitched in his hand.
He was lost in it, his soft moans and quiet whimpers slipping out as he imagined pressing inside you. The thought alone was enough to drive him over the edge.
Meanwhile, you lay still in the darkness, eyelids heavy but not quite shut, your body seeking the comfort of sleep that wouldn't come. You did hear Michael slip out of bed, the gentle rustle of sheets as his warmth faded from your side. At first, you didn't say anything. You figured he might be getting a snack or slipping into the bathroom. But as the minutes ticked on, silence grew louder and your bed felt emptier.
Your fingers gently swept across the serene emptiness where he had been, and a fleeting sense of solitude softly embraced you. You gently opened your eyes, basking in the dim glow of the moon trickling through the curtains. It delicately painted the room in a pale, soft light. Still, Michael has not returned. What could be keeping him so long? A blend of curiosity and worry compelled you to stand up.
The sheets slid from your skin as you sat up, the sensation cool but comforting in the night's warmth. You padded softly across the plush carpet, its gentle texture a soothing contrast beneath your feet as you approached the door. Quietly, you pulled it open, peeking into the hallway. The light beneath the bathroom door flickered in the gap beneath it, signaling Michael's presence. But something about the stillness, the strange absence of sound, had you confused.
You approached the barrier of the door, hand poised to grasp the handle, when a sound, intimate and foreign, slipped into your hearing. It was a sound that twisted your heart in a symphony of surprise and yearning, a sound that anchored you in place.
It was Michael. Whimpering.
Pressing your ear to the wooden surface, the melodic cadence of Michael's whimpers met your ear, a song of pleasure and need to be interwoven with his whispered sighs of abandon. "Feels so good, mmm," the words barely a breath, igniting a fire deep within your core.
Your heart stuttered, heat rushing through your core as you stood there, frozen in disbelief. Michael, your sweet, shy Michael, was doing this. Alone. Your mind raced, trying to process the reality of it, the raw intimacy of hearing him in a way you'd never imagined. Was he really...? The thought made your breath catch, a flood of warmth pooling between your thighs.
And yet, as much as you were shocked, you were undeniably aroused. The soft, needy sounds of his pleasure awakened something deep inside of you. You felt your body respond, pulse-quickening, skin tingling. Your legs pressed together involuntarily, trying to subdue the ache building within you as you listened to him, your own desire growing with every breathy whimper he let out.
Resolve and desire entwined, you couldn't take it anymore. The heat, the tension, the need. Slowly, you turned the knob, pushing the door open just enough to slip inside.
Michael didn't notice you at first, too lost in the pleasure he was giving himself. The sight that greeted you when your eyes adjusted was enough to steal the breath from your lungs. There he was, all his clothes on the floor and sitting on the edge of the toilet, completely disheveled. His chest heaved, glistening with sweat, his curls wild and damp against his forehead. His hand was wrapped tightly around his thick, hard length-pumping, squeezing with a rhythm that had him on the verge of release.
The sheer size and allure of him made your heart flutter with unspoken longing. Michael's body writhed, toes curling with each crescendo of sensation, his lip bitten in a desperate attempt to stifle his ecstasy, chest thrusting up with the rhythm of his labored breaths, and his eyes were squeezed shut in pure, blissful agony.
"Mmm," Michael murmured, the sound almost desperate now as his hand slowed to tease his glistening tip. His face was contorted in pleasure, so vulnerable, so beautiful that it almost hurt to watch him like this, on the edge of release, yet unaware of your presence.
For a moment, you could do nothing but watch, mesmerized by the way his hand moved, by the raw sensuality of him lost in his own pleasure. His soft whimpers filled the small space, each one sending a ripple of need straight through you. Your core clenched, your body practically vibrating with the desire to touch him, to feel him unravel under your hands.
In a soft, teasing whisper, you finally broke the silence, stepping into his awareness, "Do you need help with that?" The words danced through the air as he jolted in incredulous surprise, eyes wide with panic and vulnerability.
His entire body jolted in shock and he scrambled to shield himself, fingers trembling as he tried to mask his obvious arousal, his gaze a storm of mortification. "I-" he stammered, his immediate instinct was to retreat, apologizing in hushed tones, his words barely slipping past his dry throat, "I'm so, so sorry, baby-" His gaze darting anywhere but at you. The struggle in him was noticeable. A blend of shame and an unyielding need that spoke volumes.
You dismissed his apology with tenderness, moving closer, feeling the heat radiate from his body like an irresistible force. "What are you saying sorry for?" Your words wrapped around him like a soothing balm. "You looked so good, baby. I-I just wanted to see if I could help you out."
His eyes, shaded with a hint of uncertainty, locked onto yours, a whirlwind of conflicting emotions swirling inside him. Your sincere intention has a captivating effect, easing the tension. His hands barely concealed his length, which twitched despite his efforts to hide it. Sweat glistened on his forehead as his heart thudded loudly, visible in the rhythmic movement of his chest. His vulnerability, underscored by a trembling sensation that rippled within him, emitted a captivating charm.
"W-what do you mean?" Michael whispered, his voice shaky, both terrified and aroused beyond belief.
You silenced him with a gentle touch, fingers placed softly against his lips. "Shhh, just move your hands, darling," you murmured your voice a siren's call. "Let me take care of you."
You reached out, your fingers brushing against his, gently moving his hands away from his now fully exposed arousal. He gasped as your touch lingered on his skin, his entire body shivering under the weight of your gaze. His length stood tall between you, throbbing with need, and you felt a wicked thrill pulse through you as you watched him struggle to maintain control.
Leaning down so your breath ghosted over his lips. With deliberate ease, you let a small drop of moisture fall onto your palm, your actions slow enough for him to comprehend your intent. His eyes fluttered shut, a soft whimper escaping him as you wrapped your hand around his length, warm and slick under your touch. He moaned, the sound vibrating through your entire body, sending a shockwave of desire straight to your core.
His reaction was instant-a gasp, ecstasy singing in his whispered breath, "Y/N..." his voice strained, his hips instinctively thrusting into your hand.
Your movements were gentle, savoring every little twitch, every gasp that spilled from his lips, designed to coax and comfort, "Michael, open your eyes. It's okay," you reassured, your voice a melody as smooth as silk. "I just want to help you feel good and I need to see those gorgeous eyes while I do it." Your forehead rested against his, your other hand resting lightly on his chest, an intimate connection, drawing from his quiet whimpers the music that stirred your heart.
His eyes, heavy-lidded, opened slowly, pupils blown wide with desire, as he gazed up at you. The utter surrender in his gaze was so captivating, making your heart race, while his vulnerability was truly intoxicating. As your hands glided purposefully, you picked up speed, applying just the perfect amount of pressure as you twisted around his length, causing his breath to become ragged. His responses were like a symphony of thirst, with his mouth opening in a silent cry and his eyes rolling back as your rhythm quickened.
He trembled beneath your touch, desperately seeking release yet held suspended in the sweet torture of your making. As you whispered, your lips a breath from his ear, "Let me hear how good I'm making you feel, Michael. Am I making you feel good?" your words were an invocation, binding him to the spiraling pleasure he could no longer deny.
His body, a landscape of sensation, surged against your ministrations, each whispered gasp a testament to the fire you had kindled. In his softly uttered affirmation, "Yes," he surrendered fully, his desire an unrelenting tide drawing you both into its embrace.
As your lips hovered near his ear, you whispered, "How good?" Your voice, low and sultry, sent a shiver down Michael's spine. The soft brush of your lips moved from his ear to his jawline, and his body quaked in response, a soft whimper escaping his throat, betraying the new sensations you were feeding him. He was trembling under your touch, completely at your mercy.
"I-" he stammered, his breath hitching as goosebumps spread across his skin. His face flushed with embarrassment, his shyness exposed under the intensity of your attention. He felt vulnerable, fully naked in your grasp, every nerve alight, and the pleasure was overwhelming him. Each gentle stroke of your hand along his shaft, every teasing kiss you pressed to his jawline. It all made him feel like he was spiraling out of control.
"S-so good," he finally breathed out, his voice barely above a whisper. His head spun, overwhelmed by the sensations, his body burning with desire. He felt small under your control, uncertain, but completely consumed by the way you were dominating him.
You weren't satisfied with his soft response. You wanted to break through that restraint, to hear him fully surrender to you.
You lifted your head, meeting his fluttering gaze as his half-lidded eyes opened, and for a moment, you held him there, your lips curling into a wicked smile. His face, flushed with heat and lust, made your heart race, and you leaned in to press a kiss to his parted lips. He kissed you back with desperation, and the two of you fell into a slow, sensuous rhythm, your lips dancing together in perfect harmony while your hand continued to pump his length.
A moan escaped his lips as you pulled back just slightly, your teeth grazing his bottom lip before releasing it. His moans were soft, too quiet for your liking. You wanted more from him. "Let me hear how good it is, baby," you purred against his mouth. "It's just me and you. You can be loud. I'm right here."
Your reassurance was like gasoline on a flame. His breath quickened, his eyes locked onto yours as he tried to hold on. The praise stirred something deep inside him, and little by little, his confidence grew. His whimpers turned into soft moans, his voice becoming louder as he started to give in to the pleasure coursing through him.
"I-It feels so, so good," he whimpered, his voice shaky. His hips bucked against your hand as the pleasure grew more intense, but you quickly pushed him back down, your hand firm on his chest. You wanted him still, to fully absorb everything you were giving him, to feel every stroke, every kiss.
His body writhed beneath you, desperate and overwhelmed. "Please, baby, oh please," he cried, his voice cracking as the pleasure took hold of him completely. He was teetering on the edge, and you could feel him quivering in your grasp, his entire body consumed by the sensations you were delivering.
"That's it," you whispered, your voice dripping with approval. "There you go. Just like that." His whimpers and cries were music to your ears, and you could feel the slick wetness between your thighs growing unbearable. "You sound so good, baby," you praised, your words a sensual purr that made him tremble even more.
A thick bead of cum leaked from his tip, and he gasped, his body shuddering violently. He was embarrassed by how much he loved this, how badly he needed your praise. "Please," he begged, his voice shaking. "Please keep talking to me like that. Don't stop."
His voice cracked, and you could see the desperation in his eyes, his body trembling with need. He was losing himself in the pleasure, his moans growing louder, more desperate with each stroke of your hand.
You smirked, relishing in the power you held over him, the way your words unraveled him. You looked down, seeing the cum beginning to spill out, thick and glistening. "You're cummin' for me, aren't you?" you teased, your voice low and sultry.
He nodded quickly, his gaze dropping to watch as his foreskin peeled back with every stroke, his moans growing louder at the sight. His entire body was shaking, his breath ragged and uneven. This was his first time being touched like this, and it was overwhelming him.
"Say the words, Michael," you commanded, your tone firm but laced with tenderness as you used your free hand to tilt his chin, forcing him to look into your eyes.
"I-I'm cummin' for you," he cried out, his voice breaking as his body convulsed. His chest heaved, and you could feel him trembling violently beneath you, on the brink of release.
"That's my baby," you whispered, kissing him softly, proud of the way he was falling apart for you. His whimper filled the air, and you could feel the tension in his body reaching its peak.
You moved, shifting to your knees between his legs, still stroking him with deliberate care. His eyes widened, and his breath quickened as he realized what you were about to do. He was shaking, unsure, but completely entranced by you.
You smirked up at him, eyes locked on his flushed, sweaty face. "Look at me, baby," you demanded, your voice a soft command. His head snapped back down, and the sight of you kneeling between his legs was almost too much for him to handle. His breathing hitched, his body quaking as your hand slowed its movements, teasing him.
With your other hand, you squeezed his thigh, drawing a soft moan from his lips. "Open your legs wider for me," you murmured, your voice laced with sensuality. He didn't hesitate, spreading his legs wider, giving you full access to the sight that drove you wild.
His thighs, toned and tense, framed the view of his thick, wet shaft, rigid and glistening. His balls were large and heavy with desire, and the sight of him like this made your mouth water. "Mmmm," you moaned, admiring him as your strokes became lighter, teasing him as he squirmed beneath your touch.
"You like this, don't you?" you asked, your voice sultry and teasing, your eyes locked onto his.
"I love it," he gasped, his voice breathless with need. "Please don't stop."
You smirked, leaning down to press a kiss to his tip, tasting the salty sweetness of his pre-cum as it continued to leak from him. His entire body shuddered, his breath catching in his throat as you kissed your way down his length.
"I love how you taste," you whispered, licking your lips as you slowly licked a line down his shaft. His moans grew louder, and you could feel him trembling, on the brink of losing control.
You brought your lips to his thick balls, kissing them softly before sucking them into your mouth, your tongue swirling around them. His eyes widened, his hand flying to the top of your head as his body jerked. "You're so beautiful," he whispered, his voice shaky and filled with awe as he massaged your scalp.
You smiled against him before fully taking his balls into your mouth, sucking with fervor as you stroked his length. He let out a loud, guttural moan, his body writhing as he tried to hold on. "Oh my..." he cried, his breath hitching as he lost himself completely to the pleasure.
The musky scent of him filled your senses, the raw desire radiating off him making you even wetter. You could feel his body trembling beneath you, his cries spurring you on as you sucked and stroked him faster.
"Baby, I'm-I'm... oh God," he cried out, his body shaking violently as his release built. And then, with a loud, desperate moan, his cum shot out, thick and hot, coating your face, his thighs, his stomach. It was everywhere, spilling from him in waves as his body convulsed, unable to stop.
You didn't stop either, your hand still stroking, milking every drop from him as his body shook uncontrollably. "I-I can't-" Michael stammered, his voice cracking as his sensitivity reached its peak, but you kept going, drawing out every last bit of his release.
When the final drops spilled from him, you peeled your lips away from his balls, licking up his shaft before taking him fully into your mouth. He screamed, his body clenching as you sucked up every drop of his release, letting his length slip from your lips with a pop.
You looked up at him, his cum still glistening on your lips, his body completely spent. He was trembling, his chest heaving, his face flushed and sweaty. You grinned, your hand still on his shaft, watching as he winced at the oversensitivity.
You smirked, your eyes twinkling with both satisfaction and desire as you took in his expression-his need was so clear, so intense. The sight of his rigid length, still throbbing, made your heart race. His whole body seemed to vibrate with a silent plea. "You're still so hard," you whispered, voice low and sultry, "so needy, baby. Do you want more?" Your words teased, but your gaze held a tenderness that made him shiver.
Michael, his lip caught between his teeth, managed a soft, desperate "Mhm," though the look in his eyes spoke volumes. He was yearning for you, his body straining with desire, but it wasn't enough for you-not yet.
"I need you to beg for it, Michael," you purred, your fingers brushing lightly down his chest, igniting a fire beneath his skin.
He gulped, the weight of his vulnerability crashing over him like a wave as he whispered, "Please, please give me more of you, Y/N." His voice trembled with intensity, each word a raw confession unraveling in your hands. His appetite for you was almost a physical ache, a sharp longing that he could no longer bear alone.
A small, satisfied smile curved on your lips. "That's my baby," you said, voice soft and approving, "you're such a needy boy, aren't you?" The heat between you both intensified, the room thick with anticipation.
His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed again, eyes locked onto yours. "Yes, I am. Please," he admitted, breathless and helpless under the weight of his desire. The way he said it like he was surrendering entirely to you, sent a spark through you. You felt powerful, but more than that, you felt a deep, aching connection. He was offering himself completely to you.
You stood up slowly, your movements deliberate and sensual, never breaking eye contact. His gaze followed you, full of reverence and heat, as you leaned down to press your lips to his in a kiss that started soft and loving, but quickly deepened. The moment your lips touched, it was electric, a slow, sensual dance of mouths and tongues.
You tasted the remnants of him on your lips, and he kissed you harder, pulling you in, desperate to be as close to you as possible. His hands found the back of your neck, his fingers threading into your hair as your tongues intertwined, the kiss slow, yet filled with a deep hunger that neither of you could ignore.
Time seemed to slip away as the kiss lingered, both of you lost in the shared heat. When you finally pulled away, your breaths came in shallow pants. Both of your faces were flushed, your lips swollen and red. His eyes were heavy-lidded, gazing at you with pure admiration, a mix of hunger and awe swirling within them. You could see how completely undone he was, and it only fueled your longing.
You stood tall and extended your hand to him, offering the support that he so desperately needed. He didn't hesitate to grasp it, his fingers wrapping tightly around yours, the warmth of his touch conveying a silent promise. He stumbled slightly, his legs weakened by the overwhelming sensations you had stirred within him, yet you effortlessly steadied him, guiding him with gentle certainty.
You both made their way to the bedroom, a haven of peaceful intimacy that wrapped about you like a loving hug. His length bounced between his legs with each stride, a persistent, throbbing reminder of his unwavering desire for you.
Once inside the room, you gracefully climbed onto the bed, lying down in the center with a sense of calm confidence. Your eyes never left his, watching as he stood at the edge of the bed, unsure of what to do next, his eyes flickering between your face and your body, his heart racing with both excitement and uncertainty.
Offering him a gentle smile, you commanded softly, "Come here." Your voice was pure silk, an invitation woven with warmth and allure. He hesitated for just a heartbeat before obeying, climbing slowly onto the bed and settling between your thighs, where your legs parted to reveal panties soaked with evidence of your desire, the fabric clinging to every contour.
Michael's breath caught in his throat, his eyes wide with awe and fascination. The sight of your wetness had him mesmerized, his gaze dropping to the evidence of how badly you wanted him. His lips parted slightly, as though the words he wanted to say were stuck in his throat, but his body spoke for him, his hands trembled as they hovered over your hips, unsure if he should touch.
"Do you see what you do to me?" you asked softly, your voice dripping with both affection and seduction. You could see how overwhelmed he was, how much he wanted to bury himself in your pleasure. Reaching down, you gently slid your fingers under the waistband of your panties, pulling them down ever so slowly, making sure that every moment of the reveal was burned into his memory.
His eyes remained locked on you, filled with awe as you slowly pulled your panties down, the slick wetness trailing with them, leaving a glistening line between your thighs. Michael licked his lips, his gaze never once leaving your exposed core. He looked at you like you were a vision, his eyes wide with thirst, but laced with hesitation. It was like he couldn't believe you were real, and you could feel how much he wanted you, how badly he needed you.
But you could also see the flicker of apprehension in his eyes, the way his thoughts started to drift. His nerves were taking over again, and you knew why. He was afraid, unsure if he could please you if he could be good enough for you at this moment. You felt his hesitation, a noticeable thing between you, and it made your heart soften. You wanted him to know that he didn't need to worry, that you wanted him just as much as he wanted you.
Breaking the silence, you reached behind your back, unhooking your bra and letting it fall next to your discarded panties. His eyes widened, his breath catching at the sight of your bare breasts. You could see the nervous energy surging through him. He wanted to touch you, to feel you, but his hesitation held him back. He was too scared to make a move.
You smiled gently, your voice soft and reassuring, "Michael, it's okay, you can touch me. All of me." Your words broke through his apprehension, pulling him closer to you until his body was pressed against yours. His length rested on your pubic bone, and the sensation sent shivers down both your spines. The closeness made you both whimper softly, a shared sound of pleasure and need.
His hands were trembling slightly as they hovered near your body, unsure of where to start. You took his hands in yours, feeling the warmth and clamminess of his fingers, and guided them to your breasts. His breath hitched as you helped him massage them, your soft moans encouraging him. Slowly, you let go of his hands, allowing him to take control, and he did. His confidence grew with each squeeze, each touch. His hands kneaded your flesh, his fingers rolling over your hard nipples, and you bit your lip at the sensation, moaning softly for him.
"Suck them," you whispered, your voice barely audible but filled with longing. His eyes shot up to yours, and for a moment, he hesitated, but your reassuring nod gave him the confidence he needed.
Biting his lip nervously, Michael bent down, his breath hot against your chest as he lowered his mouth to your breast. You could feel his excitement, his desire, as he flicked his tongue over your sensitive nipple, drawing a soft moan from your lips. "Just like that, baby," you murmured, your fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
With your encouragement, he became bolder, his tongue circling your nipple before he took it fully into his mouth, sucking hard. Your moans grew louder as his confidence swelled, moving to your other breast, repeating the same delicious pattern, licking, sucking, biting softly. He was learning, and he was doing it well. The sight of him, so lost in you, sent a wave of warmth through your body.
After a few moments, you gently lifted his head, pulling him into a short, sensual kiss. When you broke away, his eyes were full of curiosity, his voice a soft, needy whisper, "D-did you like that?"
You smiled, your voice breathless but tender, "It felt so good." The pride in his smile was unmistakable, and he leaned in to peck your lips once more.
"Sit up for me," you instructed gently, and he obeyed, his body radiating anticipation. You took his hand, guiding it between your legs, brushing his fingers against your soaked folds. His breath hitched at how wet you were, a groan escaping him as his eyes filled with want.
"Touch me here," you instructed softly, placing his thumb against your clit. His eyes widened with fascination and hesitation.
"How... how do you want me to touch you?" he asked, his voice full of genuine curiosity and need to please.
You guided his thumb in slow, circular motions, showing him exactly how to please you. "Like this, baby. Soft, but just right here."
His touch was tentative at first, his eyes searching yours for reassurance, and when he saw the pleasure on your face, he grew bolder, rubbing your clit with increasing confidence. "Right here?" he asked, his voice filled with a mix of awe and excitement.
"Yes, right there," you moaned, your body responding to his touch, your voice cracking under the weight of your pleasure. "You're doing so good."
Hearing your praise, he quickened his tempo, his thumb moving quicker as your faint moans filled the room. Your wetness began to run down, and your back arched off the bed as waves of ecstasy washed over you. Michael was entranced by your sight, gazing in awe as you unraveled beneath his touch.
"You're so pretty like this," he whispered, his voice full of awe as he watched you writhe in pleasure, gripping his wrist with one hand while your other clutched the sheets tightly.
Your legs spread wider, giving him a full view of your swollen, creamy folds, and the sight made his breath hitch. He wanted to taste you, to explore every inch of you, but for now, he focused on the way your body trembled under his thumb. Your moans grew louder, the sweet sound of your voice sending him into a frenzy as you cried out, "I'm about to cum, Michael, keep doing it, just like that."
He nodded eagerly, his thumb working faster, his eyes locked onto yours as you tensed and then released, your body convulsing in ecstasy. You screamed his name, squirting over his hand and onto the sheets, the intensity of your orgasm leaving both of you breathless.
"Wow," he whispered, in awe of the sight before him, his fingers still gently caressing your trembling thighs.
You were breathless, your body still pulsing with the aftershocks of pleasure, but you needed more. "I need you, Michael," you panted, your voice desperate, "I can't take this anymore."
He looked down at you, his eyes full of desire and fear. You could see the worry in his gaze, the fear of not being enough, but you smiled softly, reaching out to touch his cheek.
"It's your first time, baby. It doesn't have to be perfect. I just need you."
He nodded, his confidence building as he positioned himself between your legs, his hard length pressing against your entrance. You both groaned as he slowly pushed inside, the tightness of your body enveloping him completely.
"You're so big, baby. You fill me up so good," you moaned, pulling him in for a heated kiss as he began to move, slow and deliberate, his hips rolling as he thrust into you.
The room was filled with the sound of your panting breaths and moans, the heat between you growing with every stroke. "Move your hips back and forth, just like that," you whispered against his lips, guiding him until he found his rhythm, moving in and out of you.
His motions were sloppy and tentative, revealing the characteristics of a first-time lover with each stroke. However, his attention was undeniably intense. His brows furrowed in concentration, and you could see the resolve in his eyes as he attempted to learn the rhythm of your body's motion. Each purposeful thrust of his hips sent waves of ecstasy running through you, and his whimpers-soft, desperate noises-echoed in the warm air, combining with the sounds of your bodies coming together. He struggled to adjust to the overpowering sensation of you tightening around him, dragging him deeper and tighter. With his face buried in the crook of your neck, he exhaled ragged, heavy breaths that fanned your skin and ignited a spark of fire.
Though his movements lacked finesse, they felt intoxicating, sending ripples of pleasure surging through your body. With each thrust, your wetness increased, filling the room with wet, squelching sounds that seemed to echo your mounting desire. You moaned loudly, giving voice to the ecstasy he was bringing you. "Fuck me just like that, Michael, fuck!" you cried out, urgency lacing your words as you scratched your nails along the expanse of his back, urging him to go deeper, to explore more.
Your words fueled him, and he began to stroke inside you with renewed vigor, messy and frantic, each thrust driving him further into bliss. "God, you feel so good," he mumbled against your skin, his voice thick with lust. His pace quickened, and you could sense him teetering on the edge of his pleasure, the tension in his body building with each frantic thrust. The sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the air, a lewd soundtrack to the passion unfolding between you.
"Oh, Michael..." you moaned his name, your voice a sultry whisper that wrapped around him like a lover's embrace. "Tell me that again."
"You feel sooo good," he drawled, the pleasure overtaking him, his words a breathless confession that sent shivers down your spine.
The heat in the room rose, both of you dripping with perspiration, bodies sticky and entangled, yet neither of you cared. The world outside melted away, leaving only the two of you in this raw moment of intimacy.
You began to feel him in your stomach, his tip brushing against your cervix with delicious precision, each thrust igniting sparks of pleasure that radiated through you. "Oh my—you're in my stomach," you cried, overwhelmed by the sensation. "You're so deep."
"I-" He could barely form a coherent thought, his face a mask of pleasure as he struggled to hold back, the combination of your praise and the warmth of your throbbing core enveloping him, pushing him closer to the edge.
"I-I think I'm gonna-" he gasped, the pressure building within him as he plunged harder, seeking that elusive release. "Baby, oh-" he whined, desperation leaking into his voice.
"Mhm, let me feel you, all of you. Let go," you coaxed, your voice a seductive murmur that shattered the last remnants of his restraint.
That was enough to unravel him completely; a high-pitched whimper escaped him as he shook on top of you, his body quaking with pleasure as he released himself inside you, warmth flooding your depths. He fell against you, spent and breathless, his vision blurring as he basked in the afterglow.
He breathed heavily in your ear, the sound intoxicating, adding to the euphoria that enveloped you both. "Was that... was it any good?" he asked a note of insecurity threading through his voice, a vulnerability that tugged at your heart.
"It was perfect, Michael, you did amazing." Your smile was genuine, even as you felt a slight pang of longing within yourself. "I just didn't come, but that's fine."
His brow furrowed in concern, and a flicker of regret crossed his face. "Are you sure? I don't want to disappoint you, baby, I-" He began to feel bad for not matching your needs, not being able to hold out until you finished first.
You hugged him tighter, squeezing him reassuringly. "I'm completely sure. Sit up for me."
With some hesitation, he lifted his head from the crook of your neck and pushed his tired, spent body away from you. As he sat up, his flaccid length slipped free from your entrance, coated in a mix of your fluids and his. The sight of his release spilling from you stirred something within him, and he looked down, captivated by the beauty of the moment.
"Put your middle and ring fingers inside," you instructed, your voice low and sultry, "move them in and out, and then curl them like this." You demonstrated, your fingers mimicking the motion you craved, desire pooling in your belly as you guided him with tender authority.
"Okay..." he murmured, his eyes wide with concentration, absorbing everything you said before finding the warmth of your body again, slipping his fingers inside, making you gasp with delight.
He began to move, thrusting his fingers in and out of you, the mingled warmth of your juices coating his digits, and a sense of determination came over him. The way your body responded, tightening around him, fueled his desire further, igniting a fire in his core.
He increased his pace, fingers gliding effortlessly as he relished the slickness of your combined essences, the way your arousal dripped to his palm and soaked into the sheets beneath you. "Michael," you breathed out, barely able to form coherent words as pleasure overtook you, your back arching off the bed, every nerve ending alight. You grasped his wrist, anchoring yourself, and he watched you with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine, his length hardening again at the sight of your bliss.
He curled his fingers as you had shown him, and you began to squirm, feeling the pressure building within you as he hit your spot perfectly. "My pretty baby..." he whispered his voice a low rasp that sent another wave of heat crashing over you.
Your body responded instinctively, the familiar tingle in your belly erupting into a chorus of pleasure. "Michael!" you cried out, your voice raw and breathless as you felt yourself exploding, a torrent of ecstasy spilling forth as if you had been holding it back for far too long.
The bed beneath you became drenched, and Michael was soaked with your cum, "You're amazing," he exclaimed, awe lacing his words. "I love you."
Breathless and still in a daze, you stammered, "I-I love you more."
As your eyes met, a flush of embarrassment washed over you at the thought that he hadn't made you finish. "Baby, can we try again? I need to make you cum," he pleaded, a sheepish tone in his voice that warmed your heart.
You finally calmed down, your breath steadying as you opened your eyes to see him, his length standing tall and eager once more, excitement bubbling within you. "Yes, we can. Lay down against the headboard."
His smile lit up the room, a beacon of enthusiasm as he obeyed, lying back eagerly. You wasted no time, straddling him, anticipation thrumming in your veins as you prepared to take control.
The two of you fell into a passionate kiss, the heat of your bodies mingling in the air, as you ground against him, your hips rolling in a rhythm that set your skin ablaze. His hands roamed over your back, tracing paths of heat as he explored your body, the slickness of sweat and your shared release mingling, creating a strong tension that charged the atmosphere around you.
You held him in your hands, a rush of strength coursing through your veins as you slid yourself onto his length, inch by inch, allowing him to completely enter you. He flung his head back, releasing a loud, feral cry as your body engulfed him, the feeling igniting both of you.
As you began to bounce on him, the room filled with the sound of your bodies colliding screams, and gasps merging in a song of pure ecstasy. His loud, unrestrained cries filled the air, a witness to the happiness you were both feeling.
Throughout the night, both of you indulged in each other passionately, exploring new depths together, Michael showcasing his endurance and taking you to euphoric peaks that left you utterly entranced. You experienced his touch in all the perfect places, with every movement causing waves of pleasure to ripple through your being. The initial encounter, with its awkwardness and hesitancy, gradually blurred away as the two of you embraced the profound love that had blossomed.
You were his guide, his partner in this dance of desire.
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