Michael doesn't know what to do with himself.

After last night's passion, of firsts being shared and bodies being drowned in overwhelming pleasure, he found himself unable to function the next day. Restless energy thrummed under his skin as he fidgeted with his nails and the hem of his shirt, head not even picking up whatever suggestions Quincy was talking about how the ensemble for Thriller should sound because he all he could think about was the sweetness of your sighs breathing down his ears and neck, and the feeling of the softness of your breasts in his hands.

He hadn't meant to lose himself to his desire. God only knows how hard he tried to ignore the lust that kept on lingering at the back of his head whenever threw your leg over his thighs when you're cuddling or when pecks lingered a little too long he began to crave a better taste.

But he did.

And now he can't even do anything today because all he could think about was the way your wall contracted around him as he sinks every inch of him into your dripping pussy.

Bill didn't even question when he hastily left the studio that day, only raising an eyebrow when he asked to be driven to your apartment and left with the instruction to fetch him the next day.

There must be something that showed in his face because when he was told not to wait for him, Bill just laughed and patted his back before leaving.

Tonight, he finds himself in a new position. With him standing you while you bent over, pussy plush red and dripping erotically down onto the cushion of your sofa. You didn't even let the movie you're watching move past the ten minute mark before you're swinging a leg over his lap and kissing him deep.

Now two orgasms in from his tongue and fingers alone, you keened and pushed your ass against him, begging so sweetly to be filled and made love to.

And who is he to deny that?

Pushing his dick in, inch by agonizing inch, the heat of your cunt immediately rises within him, head growing fuzzy with the sheer ecstasy you brought him with every pulse and clench you reward his descent. You cried, fingers clutching onto whatever it can hold as he pushed deeper and deeper.

Halfway in and you're suddenly reaching behind you to hold onto his forearm with a high pitched sound, body shivering as you gasped.

"Mhmm… Mikey, wait—fuck, baby… ngh."

He immediately pauses.

"Sh-should I pull out? Does it hurt?" He asked, panicked as he began to slowly draw his hips back but you shook your head, red tinted nails digging into his skin as a warning.

"No, I'm fine, angel. You-you're just too big, you made me feel so… full."

He flushed.

Such comments shouldn't have flustered him but it did, dick twitching and face heating up in temperatures he himself could not even believe was possible.

"O-okay… Want me to continue, lovely?"

"Give it to me, Mikey. I-I can take it."

He doesn't know what possessed him to do this, why he threw all the restraint in the world and slotted himself to the base into your heat in one fluid motion but he did. Fully submerged into your pussy, he groaned, his grip on your waist turning bruising.

You stilled as you gasped, body shaking with your breathing as you grabbed onto his forearm, and God help him, you looked so beautiful like this. All bare and curves staring back at him.

How lucky is he to witness such a tasteful sight like this?

"You look so pretty like this, baby." He slurred out, already drunk on the heat of your cunt. "Takin' me so well… Doin' so good f'me…"

"Mikey, please…"

Then he begins to move, hips languidly drawing and driving back at first before quickly losing himself in the intoxicating pleasure he kept on imagining himself in since he woke up that morning and left your apartment to go home.

Taking both your hands in his, he reared his hips back and buried himself deeper into your cunt with one quick motion. Your eyes shot to the back of your head, thighs shaking at the sudden thrust as he tore out a cry from your throat.

He didn't mind the dizzying heat rising up to his face nor the telltale signs of passing out from lack of blood flow in his head, all he could think about was the pleasure you're experiencing with your thighs shaking with every push. What a grand death it would if he died right now while you clenched around him like a vice and dug your nails against his forearm.

But as the heat rises, he begins to seek for complete closure, to feel your feverish skin against him and see if you burn as hot as his desire.

He leaned down to press a kiss on your shoulder, burying himself deeper into your pussy in the process that he felt the head of his cock nudge something and you immediately let out a high pitched noise that made him immediately withdraw.

"No!" Hands reaching behind to grab for him and you found his hands still on your waist.

"Baby? Did I hurt you?"

"I'm fi-fine, angel."

"Why'd you make a sound like that? It sounded painful. Don't force yourself if it's too much."

You shake your head incessantly, face crumpling into utter despair as you sobbed out: "You just feel so big, Mikey. Felt it so deep when it hit my cervix."

Michael blanked out.

How is it possible to feel as turned on as he does right now without his head exploding from how hot his body is running?

"Michael, you're bleeding!"

He snapped back, eyes drawn to the vivid red staining the planes of your lower back. Reaching up to check if it came from him, he pulled his finger back and looked at the same color stain on his fingertips.

"Oh."

Turning to face him, your hands cup his cheeks and you analyse his face for any telling signs of sickness.

You're so cute getting all concerned for him when even he's being overwhelmed by the sheer desire and lust swirling within him like a super typhoon. It injects a hellfire heat of desire into his veins like a dose of adrenaline.

"Are you… okay? Should we stop?"

He shakes his head. "No no, I just… Oh god, I'm going crazy."

Because then, he's taking your hands off of his face and surged down to capture your lips in his, idle hand reaching down for his dick to guide him into your hole before he's plunging deeper than he began with earlier and immediately thrusting in and out of you with a desperation only seen from a famished man.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as you moaned into his mouth. He swallows it greedily, pace punishing and fast, chest aching with the overwhelming need to have all of you, to have you pushed against him so close you might as well merge into his skin.

He needs you so much it hurts.

You're so close but he still wants more.

The pain from your nails digging on his back is the only thing that keeps his mind grounded and he loses himself in the pleasure, hitting deep he hits that same barrier at the edge of your cunt without fail, your name a mantra on his lips.

"Mikey—fuck! You… mhm—baby…!"

"I know, I know. Give it t'me, please. 'want it so much."

He reached down to roll your clit in feverish but light circles and immediately, you fall apart around him, cumming hard with a pretty cry as you convulsed and clenched around his dick so hard he couldn't stop himself from following suit.

Hot white pleasure explodes behind his eyelids as he stills and empties himself into you, body shivering as he feels every pulse echo within him.

Letting himself fall on top of you, he wraps his arms around you and begins kissing down the length of your throat and across the unmarked planes of your shoulders, reverent and thankful while your hands find the curls on his nape, playing with them as you both come down from your highs.

"You're crazy." You tell him after a long period of silence, the smile in your voice breaking into a tired laugh.

He hummed, arms tightening around you.

"Only for my lady."

Forcing him to look up at you, you stared at the blood he left untouched on his philtrum and gingerly wiped it off with your thumb.

He grimaced and pulled your hand away to wipe the blood from your skin with his palm.

"Don't wipe it off with your hands, it's dirty."

"It was so hot, Mikey. I've never heard of someone getting a nosebleed during sex." You giggled and he flushed, burying his face into the crook of your neck, making you giggle even harder.

husband!michael who notices the little smirk on y/n’s face as soon as she steps into the bedroom, hands behind her back, turning from side-to-side.

he raises a brow in silent question as his wife stands in the doorway, no doubt something filthy planned in her mind.

“hear me out…”

“oh god,”

“michael, just gimme a chance to explain,” she says, a pout forming on her lips as he groans, turning to face her fully.

“what if…i tied a bow on your dick?”

“of all the things i expected…”

“oh michael, please? it’d be so pretty,”

“it’s not pretty enough already?” he groans, before he looks to his wife, catching the pleading look on her face, accompanied by a pout.

first mistake.

“y/n…”

“I’ll suck you off too,” she steps forwards, eyes wide and begging.

husband!michael who sighs, because he knows fully well that once his girl has her heart set on something, it’s going to happen.

“…alright,”

y/n squeals, rushing off to another room to grab the ribbon, returning with one in every damn colour in the rainbow.

“oh it’s serious all right,” she catches the bewildered look on her husband’s face.

“pick a colour,” she holds them out in front of him. red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, pink, black, white…every colour.

“that one,” he points to the white one, the same as the one in her hair.

y/n drops the other ones on her vanity as he sits on the edge of the bed.

husband!michael who has to admit, a part of him is excited for it, as y;n moves to her knees on the floor on front of him.

and what a sight that is.

“y’need to be hard for it,” y/n explains, like she’s planned the whole thing out (she has), pressing her hand flat on his clothed dick

he gasps at the sudden contact, so bold, as she palms him through the material of his trousers.

“shit, baby,” his hand comes to her hair on instinct, but he quickly stops himself. he wants to see her pretty hair, all neatly done with her how, matching his too.

husband!michael who can feel his face go hot as she helps him wriggle out of his trousers, then his pants, his cock semi-hard against his thigh.

he swallows as she lays the ribbon on his thighs so she can wrap her hands round his shaft.

she hums, looking up at him as he watches, chewing on his lower lip.

“good enough?” he leans back as she lets go, his dick twitching on his lap as y/n picks up the ribbon.

“it’ll do,”

“don’t sound very sure,” he muses, watching her almost in amusement, “get it a little harder, ma,”

husband!michael who takes his dick into his own hand, pumping himself a few times before pressing his tip to her lip.

“a little kiss?”

y/n presses a soft, gentle little kiss to his tip, his dick twitching at that, before she wraps her hands round him again, peppering little kisses along his shaft.

every kiss has him gasping or hissing, his lips swollen from him biting down on them.

she keeps him dry for the most part, licking off the pre-cum that leaks from his tip, til he’s hard in her hand, twitching at every movement.

husband!michael who leans back to watch the concentration on y/n’s face as she takes the ribbon into her hand, wrapping it gently round the bottom.

his dick twitches as her fingers brush over him lightly, ghosting over his hot skin.

she ties the pretty bow with an extra flourish of her wrist, leaning back to admire her work.

“it’s s’pretty, mike! isn’t it?” y/n looks up to him.

“as pretty as the girl who tied it,” he cups her cheek, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to her lips.

she smiles proudly at that, adjusting the ribbon so it sad nice on his shaft, taking him into her hand once again.

husband!michael who knows exactly what’s coming as she leans forwards, pressing a warm, wet kiss to his tip.

he groans at that, hand coming to the back of her head as she takes his head into her warm mouth, swirling her tongue round him.

“that’s my pretty girl,” he rasps, voice low, “s’good for me, knows exactly what i like, don’t you?”

y/n looks up through her lashes, nodding as she spreads her warm salvia along his shaft, taking a little more of him in her mouth.

husband!michael who groans when she sucks a little harder, bobbing her head up and down on his tip.

“feels so good, ma,” he gasps, “you’re a damn angel,”

she speeds up with every bit of praise he gives her, gentle guiding her to suck his tip.

y/n pulls him out of her mouth with a wet pop, lips dragging along the side of his dick, her hands working as fast as she could make them go to pleasure him.

“oh yes, ma,” he moans when her lips trace over the vein on her underside, “right there, that’s the spot, baby girl,”

husband!michael who takes her hands into his to guide her along him, the warm metal of her wedding ring dipping over every ridge and vein along his shaft as he helps her along.

“so close, baby,” he mumbles, “keep goin’…please, ma,”

and she does what he says, moving faster, the lewd sounds of her bobbing up and down on his dick echoing in the room.

husband!michael who throws his head back, hips involuntarily bucking against her mouth a he gets closer.

his hand stays on the back of y/n’s head, guiding her off of him as he’s about to finish.

“that’s my girl, that’s my girl,” he gasps, repeating it like a prayer.

she keeps her hands on him, a string os salvia connecting his tip to her lips. she pumps him a few more times, pressing delicate kisses to his pretty dick.

“baby, i’m so close, mm-,”

husband!michael who moans loudly when he finishes, head thrown back, eyes closed, mouth open, cum spurting onto her cheek and face, hot and thick.

he’s in a state of bliss for a few seconds, y/n’s hands working him through his orgasm before his eyes flutter open.

and what a sight she is.

beads of hot cum dribbling down her cheek and lips, her hair a little messy and bow askew - she was an angel.

husband!michael who takes her hand gently, pulling her up onto his lap.

“liked it, then?” he mumbles into her ear, fixing her bow gently as she nodded, looking down to the limp bow.

he cups her jaw, peppering gentle kisses along her jaw, down to her neck.

“can i braid your hair and we-?”

husband!michael who just rolls eyes at that, knowing she’d be on some other little obsession soon enough.

“keep them ideas in there for now,” he tapped her temple gently, “i can’t get hard that quick,”

y/n giggles.

“oh yeah, you’re getting old,”

“excuse me?”

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