michael truly never can stop til’ he gets enough
content: 18+, straight smut, plot nowhere to be found, overstimulation ೀ
𑣲. the low, ambient glow of the bedroom lamp cast long, amber shadows across the oversized mattress, lighting up the subtle rise and fall of the tangled silk sheets. it was well past three in the morning.
you and michael had returned from a long, glamorous night out hours ago—your high heels discarded somewhere near the bedroom door, his heavy jacket draped over the velvet armchair—and yet, neither of you had gotten a single minute of sleep.
you lay melted back against the plush pillows, your skin flushed and slick with a fine sheen of sweat, your chest heaving in quiet, ragged hitches. your eyelids felt heavy, weighed down by pure, golden exhaustion, every muscle in your legs trembling softly from the endless storm of pleasure he had already pulled out of you.
"michael..." you whimpered out lazily, your voice raspy and barely above a breath as you reached up, your fingers tangling loosely into his damp dark curls. "god, baby... we've been at this all night..."
michael hovered directly over you, resting his weight on his forearms on either side of your head. his broad shoulders glistened under the dim lamp, his dark eyes wide, liquid, and burning with a sweet, unyielding hunger that proved he wasn't anywhere near finished with you.
"i know, sweet thing... i know," michael whispered against your jaw, his voice a low, raspy velvet hum that sent a violent shiver straight down your spine.
he leaned down, pressing a trail of soft, lingering kisses along your burning neck, over your collarbone, down to your chest. "just a little more for me... please, angel? you feel so good... i can't stop..."
he reached down between your bodies, his long, slender fingers—warm and tender—sliding effortlessly through the heavy slickness that drenched your thighs.
"look at what you do to me..." michael rasped into your skin, a breathless, needy groan catching in his throat as his fingers stroked your dripping center. "you're so wet, mama... you're making such a mess of my sheets... it feels too damn good..."
before you could even summon a coherent thought to protest, michael gently took hold of your knee. with absolute care, as if you were made of pure silk, he lifted your leg, shifting your body onto your side and tucking your knee up toward your chest.
the shift in position opened you up completely to him from behind.
"mike... wait..." you gasped out, your fingers clutching tightly at the cool sheets under your hands.
"i got you, baby... just let go for me," michael murmured softly into the nape of your neck, his lips pressing sweet, reassuring kisses to your shoulder as he guided the broad, heavy tip of his shaft against your drenched entrance. "just relax your body... open up nice and wide for your boy, sweet thing..." slowly, deliberately, he pushed his hips forward.
a long, helpless moan tore from your throat, echoing softly in the quiet bedroom as he slid seamlessly inside you, filling every single inch of your aching core for what felt like the hundredth time tonight.
the sheer depth of the angle stretched you wide open, making your inner walls flutter violently around his thick length in absolute shock.
michael let out a heavy, shuddering groan against your shoulder, a breathless “m—mmm, god...” escaping his lips as his long arms wrapped tightly around your waist, pulling your back flush against his warm, rising chest."god... you feel so warm... so tight for me, angel," michael praised, his breath hot and heavy against your skin. "take it all for me... that's my good girl... let me take care of you..."
he didn't rush. instead, michael established a slow, agonizingly deep rhythm—rolling his hips into yours with that same effortless, fluid grace he possessed on stage. every single push was a slow, heavy grind, his broad head sliding over your internal sweet spot with ruthless, agonizing precision.
"aaah! mike!" you sobbed out softly, your head rolling back against his shoulder, your vision blurring into stars as that familiar, electric knot in your belly coiled right back up with terrifying speed.
"yeah... right there, baby?" michael rasped in your ear, letting out a soft, helpless moan of his own as his hips worked into yours. "m—mmm... i know... i know how much you like when i roll it like that... it feels so good on me, baby... you feel so fucking—mmph.."
you tried to speak, tried to tell him how completely insane he was driving you, but as he kept up that slow, steady, rolling grind against your clit, your tongue felt heavy, completely useless. all that could spill past your parted lips were breathless, whimpering sounds of pure submission.
"talk to me, baby..." michael coaxed gently, his hand sliding up your stomach to cup your breast, his thumb lightly stroking your sensitive nipple in perfect sync with his hips. "tell me how it feels... let me hear those pretty little noises... don't hold back for me..."
"i... i can't... michael, please..." you whimpered out, your fingers clutching blindly at his forearms anchored around your waist. "you're... you're making me crazy..."
"i got you... i'm right here," he whispered back, his voice dropping into that sweet, comforting breathiness. "just ride it with me... move your hips with mine, sweet thing... just like that... shit, mama…ngh”
for ten agonizingly sweet minutes, he kept you locked in that position, his body sliding against yours with a masterclass rhythm until your hips were trembling out of control.
his own breathing grew shallow, wild, and ragged. michael was whimpering openly into your skin now, his chest heaving as the intense friction of your drenched walls squeezing him so tightly pushed him right over the edge.
with a low, guttural groan that vibrated from deep in his chest—a long, needy "aaah, god, mama..."—michael drove himself deep inside you and came hard, his length pulsing inside you as he spilled his warmth into your center.
"god... angel..." michael whimpered, resting his forehead against your back, his entire body trembling as he rode out his release, letting out sweet, shaky sighs against your shoulder.
but he didn't pull out. he didn't even slow down for long.
staying buried deep inside your slick heat, michael let out a raspy, needy breath against your neck and began moving his hips again. still sensitive and throbbing, he rolled his hips back into that exact swollen spot, driving you completely out of your mind.
"mike! oh god... you're still... aaah!" you screamed out softly, your head thrashing against the pillow as the feeling hit you twice as hard.
"i can't stop, baby... it feels incredible... i just can't get enough of you," michael purred dark and low against your ear, his hands tightening on your waist as he picked up the pace. "you make me feel so good, mama... let me keep going... let me make you feel like heaven again..."
he gently rolled you back onto your spine, pulling your legs up over his shoulders and driving back into you from above. the angle was devastatingly deep. every slick impact echoed loudly in the dark bedroom, making a pool of sweat and release spread across the silk sheets beneath your hips.
michael leaned over you, his dark curls damp and clinging to his forehead, his dark eyes wide, hooded, and completely breathless as he watched your face contort with pleasure.
"look at this mess we're making..." michael rasped out, a soft, trembling moan escaping him as he ground his hips down hard. "m-mmm, sweet girl... look at how wet you are for me... you're taking all of me so pretty... tilt your hips up for me, baby... yeah, right there..."
"michael... i'm gonna... i'm gonna cum again!" you sobbed out, your hands clutching his wrists for dear life as your inner walls fluttered violently around him.
"do it, mama please! give me it baby, i want it so bad…" michael encouraged frantically, his voice cracking with pure emotion, a high, needy whimper torn from his own throat as he felt your body tightening up around him.
he leaned down, pressing his lips against yours, his hips driving into you with short, wild, frantic thrusts. "let it go, angel... cum all over my dick... ahhh, god, you're so tight...!"
the coil inside you snapped with violent force.
a breathless, piercing scream of pure bliss tore from your lungs as a massive, overwhelming orgasm slammed through your entire body.
your inner walls clamped down in powerful, rhythmic contractions, milking his broad shaft so hard that it triggered a second, explosive release from him right alongside yours.
with a dark, loud groan into your mouth—a helpless, desperate sound that echoed off the quiet walls—michael shuddered violently, spilling over inside you once more as you both came together in a wild, chaotic finish.
he collapsed forward, burying his face deep into the crook of your neck, his heavy chest rising and falling violently against yours as he heaved for air, letting out long, shaky breaths against your hot skin.
for several quiet minutes, the only sound in the bedroom was the soft, ragged sound of both of your breath mingling together in the dark. the silk sheets were completely soaked beneath you both, cold air brushing against your warm, slick skin.
slowly, michael pulled his head back, his dark eyes soft, liquid, and filled with a sweet, sleepy affection.
he pulled you gently onto your side, curling his body around your back and wrapping his long arms tightly around your waist, tucking you flush against his chest.
he pulled the heavy silk comforter up over both of your shoulders, shielding you from the cool air, and pressed a quiet, lingering kiss to the back of your neck.
"you okay, sweet thing?" michael whispered softly into your hair, his voice dropping into that sweet, gentle breathiness.
"i'm wonderful, mike..." you murmured, snuggling back into his heat as your eyes finally closed, your heavy body sinking into the mattress as you prepared to finally fall asleep. "you're relentless..."
michael let out a soft, quiet giggle against your shoulder. you thought he was finally letting you rest. but as your breathing began to slow down, you felt the heavy, unmistakable heat of his shaft—already growing thick and rock hard once again—pressing firmly against the crease of your thighs.
without pulling away, michael shifted his hips slightly, beginning to drag his long, hot length in slow, agonizingly sweet strokes directly up and down your drenched clit.
a sharp, helpless gasp tore from your throat, your eyes flying open in the dim light as a fresh bolt of heat zapped straight through your lower belly.
"mike...?" you whimpered, your hips twitching on instinct against him.
"i know, baby... i told you i can't stop," michael purred right against your ear, a low, boyish smirk in his raspy voice as his hand slid down your stomach to guide his hips back into you. "just one more time for your boy... keep going for me, sweet thing..."
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