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soft dom Mikey who is gentle with his touches, but super strict and firm with his words, HEAR ME OUTđ« I would love to see some dry humping with edging, like every time he feels your orgasm approaching his hands firmly grab your hips and stop the grinding on his clothed dickđ€đ» And then once he lets you cum youâre suddenly not allowed to stop anymore and sends you into overstimulation, hihiđ«ą
Let me know if you can make that work baby, I love youuuuuuđ
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ummm so i kind of got carried away and took firm with his words and ran with it⊠sorry babe đŁ but i hope you enjoy HAHA i love you more!!!!!
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pairing: mature!michael x fem!reader
summary: youâre lucky enough to accompany michael at a gala in london, which youâre very excited about. unfortunately, he rarely spends time with you this evening causing you to act out childishly. on the way home, you do not intend on speaking with him however it is just your luck that the two of you get stuck in traffic. michael takes it upon himself to fix your attitude.
warnings: brat taming, dom!michael, slapping, overstimulation, forced proximity, vouyerism (if you squint), edging, calling michael sir, âbabyâ âprincessâ and âgood girlâ as petnames, literally fucks you till you cant walk, aftercare, teasing michael, embarrassment/ humiliation kink, dick riding, dry humping, size difference, super sweet michael at the end i promise, not proofreadâŠ
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tonight had been less delightful than you imagined. attending your first event with your boyfriend was supposed to be exciting, you didnât mind appearing as a little accessory- you were standing next to the king of pop all night, or you wouldâve been. michael spent the evening tending to other guests, he practically ignored you. you knew this was a great business opportunity for him, getting to meet very valuable people and whatnot, but you did not expect michael to not even introduce you to anyone. you spent the evening sipping champagne and people watching, michael not even glancing in your direction.
michael only remembered your existence, or so it felt like, once the event came to an end. he walked over to you, with an innocent smile thatâd make any girl faint- but you were not having it.
âhi baby,â he placed a hand on your wrist, âare you ready to leave?â
you sharply nodded, body stiffening at his touch. as you rose and fixed your dress, you didnât even look back at him. his brows furrowed in confusion as you strutted to the elevator, and he followed with long steps. you tightly held your clutch between your forearm and upper torso, pressing the downstairs dial on the elevator once⊠then twice⊠then a third
âbaby,â he smiled in confusion, âare you okay?â
the silver doors opened, and you walked forward with crossed arms. michaels growing concern became apparent on his face, a slight frown forming. he pressed the lobby button, and turned back to look at you. you refused to meet his eyes, your focus stuck on the exit of the elevator.
âbaby,â he fully turned around and walked towards you, âdid i do something wrong?â
you raised your eyebrows and finally looked at his⊠it almost made you feel bad. almost.
the elevator graciously opened, and you strutted down the dimly lit lobby area. thankfully, the chauffeur was waiting immediately outside the building. michael held the door open for you and slid in next to you.
âprincess,â michael broke the awkward seconds of silence and desperately turned his head to yours, âcan we talk?â
âwhat about,â your body still rigid.
âwhat did i do to make you upset?â
you scoffed and rolled your eyes to the window. youâd rather stay the whole car ride in silence than talk to him about his lack of hospitality.
blaring lights and sirens were soon heard outside, accompanied by the subtle stop of the car. looking out the window, you noticed there was an accident about a mile down which caused you and many other cars the inability to movie. you facepalmed and thought that it was absolutely unbelievable that this would happen tonight of all nights. michael, the opportunist, raised his eyebrows and pursed his lips together.
âwell,â he said under his breath, followed by a sign of annoyance from you.
âwell?â
you, finally, looked over at him, âletâs talk.â
âso you donât like the silent treatment now, do you?â
he scrunched his brows and you watched as be put the pieces together, relaxing his face once he realized.
âi wasnât giving you the silent treatment, i was busy baby,â he explained.
you shook your head, âokay michael.â
he raised his brow at the name, âmichael?â
your nostrils flared when you met his gaze, âmichael.â
the car moved only a few feet forward before reaching a stop once more. he nodded. typically, michael could handle your attitude- but he didnât have to invite you tonight. your boyfriend distanced his legs apart, and patted his thigh, âcome here.â
âno.â
he grabbed your wrist like before, except now it was more firm and that caused you to widen your eyes- feeling smaller, âcome, baby.â
reluctantly, you complied and looked down, ashamed at your failure to stand your ground.
âdo you remember when i invited you to accompany me tonight,â his voice was almost condescending.
you nodded as placed circles into your waist with his thumb.
âthat i said i was going to be busy,â you nodded again, that iâm here for work.â
âyes.â
âyes who,â he turned your head towards his.
your eyes focused on the buttons of his shirt, âyes, sir.â
âmhm, good girl... so, why did you expect me to entertain you?â
you shook your head.
he raised one brow, âno?â
ânoâŠâ you replied weakly.
his hand reached to your thigh, stroking your tender skin with his slender fingers, âso now weâre lying, baby?â
you stood silent.
âcome on top of me.â
you hesitated, staring at him with a look of uncertainty.
âcome, baby,â he patted your thigh with encouragement.
you complied and you held on to his shoulders for support, fingers grazing the coat of the backseat. the soft lights of the limousine illuminated the beautiful sequins on the short dress that now pooled between your michaels thighs. his hands shifted to tenderly hold your waist.
âmove.â
âwhat?â
âyour hips,â he squeezed the flesh on your side, which sent shivers down your spine.
âwhy,â your tone containing more attitude than you meant- you bit your lip as if you could take it back.
he took a deep breath in, trying to relax himself, âbecause i said so,â his tone was sharp.
shyly, you began to grind your clothed cunt onto his growing erection. a breathy sigh escaped your lips as you focused on the fabric of your off-white dress.
âletâs have a conversation, yeah, baby?â
âmm,â you nodded, only thinking about the heat arising in your core, âokay..â
âtwo weeks ago i told you about this event,â letting out a sigh when you grazed the head of his twitching length, âyeah?â
you nodded, but he lifted your head to his with a gentle finger, âlook at me when i speak to you.â
you bit your lip back, timid at the vulnerable state you were in.
âand use your words,â he commanded before starting again, âân i told you that i got invited to this big gala?â
âyes,â your lips quivered as you picked up your pace. the slightest embarrassment creeping up on you as the eye contact turned you on, your eyebrows raised in pleasure.
âyeah?â
âmhm,â you nodded frantically, your orgasm reaching you sooner than you thought. truthfully, michael was always busy and any bit of his touch made you sensitive- no matter how bratty you could be, no matter how much you denied it.
âyeah, baby? remember?â
âyes-,â your movements became more dramatic and your breath was heavy, âyes!â
you jumped at the sudden firm grip as michael held your hips in place, soon whining in desperation- though the not-long-lasting movement of the car allowed you to feel a sudden rush of pleasure.
âwhat dâya remember,â his thumb caressed your lower back.
you were hoping for him to let you off easy, but he was not.
you pouted, âthe galaâŠ,â your voice trailed off. you were too focused on the hot sensation between your legs.
he smacked your face, and your body jolted up, lifting your hand to your cheek to sooth the pain. he removed your hand, replacing it with his own. his touch was soft on your smooth skin, youâd never guessed it was the same hand that left red marks on your ass every now and then.
âweâre having a conversation baby,â he slid his hand back down to your waist, âi listen to you when you speak. i expect the same respect, okay, baby?â
you pouted and nodded.
âwords,â he reminded you.
âyes sir.â
he smiled, and lightly slapped your ass to encourage you to resume your movement.
ânow listen to me,â his tone parental yet soft, âthe conversation we had about the gala.â
you nodded, âyes,â gasping at the familiar feeling while you moved into his aching cock. he groaned at the sensation.
âi told you that it was a work trip, that you could come to london with me, and i told you that if you did attend this gala i would be very busy.â
you nodded at each statement, every one was true after all; your movements stilled with shame.
âi know baby,â he caressed your face as he involuntarily bucked his hips into you.
âmmm, michael,â you cried out, tossing your head back as he hit your sensitive spot.
âi know baby, i told you these things.â
âm sorry,â your movements picked up once more- conflicted by the feelings of shame and pleasure, though you knew you needed to chase that high.
âfuck,â michael exhaled sharply, âso, if i told you all of these things, why would you act out tonight?â
your fingers shifted into his soft hair, clinging onto him, and your elbows pressed into the leather seats.
ââdâknow mikey,â you sniffled into his neck. michaels arms wrapped around your back, caressing your sensitive body.
âyou donât know,â his voice returning to that condescending tone and you shook your head pathetically.
âm sorry,â you whined muffled by his body.
âsorry?â
you nodded, desperate not only for your orgasm, but for him to forgive you. michael let you use him until he noticed your release becoming closer once more. he glided his hands to your rocking hips, and after a few seconds held your sensitive body in place. your clothed cunt was dripping in desperation, you could almost cry. your body twitched as the now-moving car allowed you to get the slightest bit of relief.
âyou know why you acted out,â he pulled you back, taking in your glistening eyes. the sight was nearly enough to make him feel sorry for you, but he didnât.
you fiddled with the buttons on his top, shaking your head, michael ran a hand down the open back of your dress to stroke your tender body.
âtell me,â he prompted.
âi said i donât know, mikeyâŠâ
âbecause youâre a brat,â the words came of his mouth as sharp as a knife. you pouted. it was the truth, though it hurt your feelings. you shook your head, trying to shake it off.
âsay it,â his fingers still skating across your spine.
ââm a brat,â mumbling beneath your breath.
his free hand slid a graceful finger along your side, grazing your neck before sliding to your chin and slowly raising your head to meet his dark gaze.
âdidnât hear you.â
you looked into his eyes, ââm a brat,â slightly cringing at the embarrassment, at your own actions.
michael smiled, pleased with your tone. both hands met your waist and began to move you onto his throbbing cock. the idea of his erection alone was enough to make you cum, the mixture of eye contact and the moving vehicle sent you through the roof. the car. he bucked his hips into you repeatedly, the two of you could probably drive the car like this. it wasnât long before you felt your orgasm arise again, your toes curling in your heals. your breathing was rhythmic, in tune with each other.
âmikey.. mm,â you whine at the stimulation, pleading.
âyes,â his heart practically beating out of his chest, âyes, baby?â
âneed..â you squeezed your thighs around his waist as if it put him inside of you, clawing at his abdomen.
in seconds michael unbuttoned his pants and released his throbbing cock, you winced at his size. he snuck his hands beneath your sequined dress and pushed your panties to the side. you lifted your hips while michael aligned with your entrance, and just within barely pushing in the tip tears streamed down your face. michael kissed the tears down your cheek while you inched down onto him. youâve never taken michaels cock without being stretched out before, this sensation was new. it hurt but it felt euphoric.
âmichael!â the car came to a sharp stop- causing you to fall onto his dick entirely, âoh my fucking god,â you whined in pain.
gripping onto his shoulders support, michael kissed your neck with his soft lip, holding back his pleasure in an attempt to soothe you.
âfuck,â he whimpered beneath you, âyâokay baby?â
you hiccuped, âthink so..â
you began to slide on top of him, your clit grazing the fabric of his shirt.
âah, mikey,â you gripped his collar, âfeels good-â
he swiped a finger against your clit, causing you to cry out his name. you furrowed your brows, the aching sensation youâve been reaching for finally coming back. you were a stammering mess.
michael noticed the way you clamped down on his thick cock, âmm, needa cum, sweet girl?â
you desperately nodded in response, biting your lip back.
âgo ahead,â he exhaled as he felt you release.
âmichael, my god,â you sobbed, âso good.â
âmmhm,â he groaned, âsâit baby,â caressing the nape of your neck. at the same time, he released inside of you, you winced at the overstimulation.
you tried to catch your breath, but within only a few moments he began to move you up and down on his, still, throbbing cock. your hands turned to your fists and clasped your chest, twitching.
âmikey- whatâr you,â you moaned, unable to finish your sentence as he deeply stroked your insides. your eyes squeezed shut, you couldnât even think of any other word other than michael.
âteaching you a lesson.â
michael repeatedly lifted you up and down his length with deep strokes that you were sure reached your cervix.
âahh- mike, miike,â you looked down at him with tears rushing down your face, your mascara smudged as he wiped your tears. he whispered encouragement beneath his breath as you were forced to endure every single inch of him.
your thighs twitched, feeling your orgasm once again. you whimpered, overtaken by the pleasure that consumed your trembling body.
âagain,â he commanded.
âcanât,â you shook your head profusely.
he slowly lowered you down onto him, which made led to a long string of embarrassing sounds out of your mouth. as you clenched around his cock again, he bucked his hips further into you.
âmikey, fuck, mike,â you dug your nails into the leather of the seat beside you, arching your back- trying to escape.
he placed kisses onto the skin of your collarbone as you rode out your second orgasm, âsâtoo much?â he teased.
you fell onto him again, his cock twitching inside you. he rubbed his hand up and down your back, which allowed you to finally relax into him. your body occasionally twitched while soft whimpers escaped you. your eyes fluttered shut, michael kissed your neck soothingly, reminiscent of a lullaby.
you werenât sure how much time had passed, you just felt a soft tap on your back. you hummed awake, noticing the lit up hotel before you.
âtime to get up baby,â he whispered into your ear before placing a soft kiss there.
âmmm,â you sighed, and when you moved you were reminded of the stimulation of his cock inside of you. you placed your hand to your mouth, and he lowly laughed at your reaction.
âyou okay baby?â he dragged his finger along your arm.
your eyes still blinked open, and you nodded softly. michael helped you climb over him and you held him for support- holding back your whines.
ââm sorry for being a brat,â you sleepily mumbled. you dragged your right leg over his lap, returning to your original position. you wiped your eyes and looked up at him. michael readjusted himself before responding, pushing your messy hair behind your ear.
âoh baby,â he frowned, âyou know i love you, right?â
âmhm⊠ân im sorry.â
he placed a tender kiss on your plush lips, ââs okay baby.â
your body fell weak, leaning onto him.
âwe gotta get you inside baby,â he smiled at your sleepy disposition.
âmm.. i look crazyâŠâ
âyou look beautiful, princess.â
you weakly smiled at him.
âmr. jackson,â the driver called out, âare you ready to leave?â
âyes, thank you,â he responded sweetly, âletâs go baby,â michael pressed his sunglasses onto you- to hide the mascara smudged around your eyes.
michael climbed out the car upon the chauffeur opening the door, he reached out for your hand. you took it, and struggled to stay upright. you clasped onto his arm for help.
âwoah, woah,â michael reached out to you with his other arm.
you looked up at him, your legs were insanely weak- the pain didnât kick in until this moment. you dropped back into the seat of the car, failing to hold yourself up.
âhurts, mikeyâŠâ
he frowned, âiâm sorry baby,â biting his lip back in remorse. he wished that he was more gentle with you.
micheal lifted you up bridal style and you latched onto him, he took you up to the 7th floor of the exclusive hotel you two were staying at. with the traffic and the already far distance of the gala, it was extremely late.
when he made it to the room, he laid you down onto the cushiony mattress of your shared bed and changed your clothes. he gave you a sweatshirt of his and pink pajama pants. it was far too late for a shower, and he just wanted to take care of you.
within a few minutes, michael joined you on the bed wearing a matching set of pajamas, but only the pants. he placed a kiss onto your nose as you drifted of to sleep.
currently working onna michael request for you cuties!
he smacked your face, and your body jolted up, lifting your hand to your cheek to sooth the pain. he removed your hand, replacing it with his own.
âweâre having a conversation baby,â he slid his hand back down to your waist, âi listen to you when you speak. i expect the same respect, okay, baby?â
should be out soon >3<, lmk if you want to be tagged
thinking about mature! michael⊠falling with a younger girl and is literally chasing her. showering her with sososo much attention, gifts and compliments. he would do anything to have her, his sweet girl. đ
ugh im so sickkk. oh! and he would definitely sing butterlies to her. yeah that man would be WHIPPED
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hihihi i was wondering if you could do anything related to pussyspanking.. (á”âáŽâ) i really luv your writing and itâs okay if not !!!! have a good day
aweee youâre the sweetest! of course i can.. i tried my best i hope you enjoy, my love <3
18+ (pussyspanking, use of âdaddyâ, overstim, oneshot)
your back presses against the bed, his body warm and heavy over yours. "there we go, mama." he whispers, voice smooth and quiet, already guiding his cock between your thighs. "mm, such a pretty pussy, all worked up fâ me.â
he taps your clit with his swollen head, gentle but insistent. whimpers fill your throat, your core burning.
"shh." michael murmurs, spreading your thighs wider with his hands, positioning himself at your entrance. âi know, baby, lemmeâ give yâ what you need.â he groans, length against your clit.
he begins to tap your clit with his oozing head. not hard enough to hurt, just enough to make your pussy drip.
"there we goâ he groans, watching your slick coat his length. "such a needy little thing. poor baby." he taps your clit again, this time harder. "just breathe fâ me, baby."
"thatâs my girl," he whispered, âlet yâr pretty pussy be spoiled." he rubs his head over your swollen clit, whimpers filling the room. "such a sensitive little thing.â he taps your clit again, slap, slap, slap.
he stops tapping and starts rubbing his thick head directly against your clit, dragging the swollen head in slow, wet circles.
he continues rubbing against you, his cockhead completely coated in your slick. âlet daddy spoil yâ, kayâ?â his fingers intertwined with yours, keeping you still.
"michael-â you whimper, hips twitching under him. "please,â tears begin to form from your eyes, âm-more..â
he tilts his head, a cocky smile plastered on his face. "what do yâ need, baby? speak properly." he murmurs, pressing harder against your clit. his cock continued in circles.
"i need...please, please just..." you gasp, trying to push your hips up, chasing his cock. "p-please, just fuck me." looking up at him with flushed cheeks. "i- can't take it.â
âmm, good girl.â he lines up his cock with your dripping entrance. he pushes inside with one slow, deep thrust, stretching you open completely.
you cry out, back arching as he buries himself deeper inside. "there yaâ go, mama.â
warnings: caretaker!michael, body worship, mention of insecurity regarding weight gain and acne, smutty (period sex mentioned duh), emotional intimacy
⥠these can be any era, & let me know if youâd like me to expand on any!!!!
requests: open :,)
if you ever bled through in your sleep, it is not a problem to michael. he kisses you awake n runs a warm bath for you. he takes care of the laundry, takes out your favorite cozy clothes, and washes your precious body. while you may be a little embarrassed, he reassures you that he loves to take care of you, and he truly does.
whether itâs getting acne or gaining weight on your period, some days you just wonât leave bed. michael, however, refuses to let this happen. he reassures you of your beauty, kissing any spot you deem an imperfection. michael adores every bit of you. also, more often than not- youâre just sad because you havenât taken care of yourself properly. he bathes you and styles your hair, all of a sudden youâre good as new. he loves to see you light up again.
whenever michael comes home, if youâre awake, he insists on taking a warm bath with you. you guys do shower together when possible, but thereâs something so intimate about being able to wash your tender body while you lay on him. heâll press gentle kisses along your neck and shoulders while you two exchange stories about your day.
unsurprisingly, michael loves loves period sex. missionary, oral, fingering- michael loves seeing you so vulnerably. it soothes him knowing that youâre comfortable with him. also, he read in a book somewhere that period sex reduces cramps- so he had to try it.
he is very much a caretaker, the moment he learns youâre on your period heâs got a movie on with the coziest blankets and your favorite comfort food. he caresses your aching stomach, and kisses you gently, his hands or lips never leaving your body.
michael checks in on you whenever he can, routinely around lunch and dinner- especially when heâs out at work all day. he makes sure youâve eaten, and that youâre well taken care of by the home staff.
> on that note, if heâs out all day, he sends the home attendants to order or make all of your comfort foods. thereâs usually a note left from michael with your meal. having him around though he isnât physically there is comforting and soothes your mind.
before he heads to the studio, he places gentle kisses on your tummy. he whispers sweet i love yous, asking your tired body if you need anything. this is sometimes the only time you two share with each other, and so you may gently intertwine your fingers into his head- nudging him between your legs. and, like the good boyfriend he is, he complies.
on your period, sometimes press and paparazzi can be a bit too overwhelming. itâs overstimulating and headache inducing. during times like this, michael insists you stay home rather than attending an event with him- to which he comes home to cuddle with your sleepy head.
> on the contrary, if you do attend with him, he never lets you leave his sight. heâll check in ever hour that youâre alright n that you donât need to leave yet.
if youâre feeling extra moody on your period, michael is very well at keeping his composure. you may be more prone to attitude, but your feelings are just enhanced. he compensates by meeting your (sometimes) ridiculous requests, cuddling with you as often as possible, and spending lots of time with you. a kiss is also the perfect method at soothing an attitude sometimes.
michael has kind of psychologically linked to your period- he always knows when itâs coming. itâs in the little things- like when you take an extra cookie than normal, or maybe you shed a tear because you love him so much itâs overwhelming. michael never makes fun of you either, he just meets your level of affection. he kisses you more tenderly, makes sure your clothes are freshly pressed, and heâll even shed a tear with you.
Ngl I really hate when some of yall get online and say how âyou wouldâve helped Michaelâ bullshit because yall are literally RACISTS!
& you expect me to believe you wouldâve stood besides a black man through some of the toughest moments of his career with being exploited by the media?? Ok.
Mind you, these are some of the same people who donât even stand with us black people on a regular. Itâs always âthatâs a them problemâ but EVERYONE wants our help
Calling yourself a Michael Jackson fan in any fashion knowing damn well he fought for equality of all people just for you to turn around and trash another race or spread hate is insane, he literally fought for YEARS for justice and peace to all everybody.
And nobody has to accommodate you! Asking black writers to write white fanfics for you just shows how you exercise your privilege with or without realizing it. Why is it our job to coddle you? As if the world hasnât been accommodating enough to literally every fucking thing.
Iâm not a racist in anyway but I will ALWAYS speak up for my community online and offline. I love being a black American and I love everything about this community. So keep writing and expressing yourself đȘ
Also pls tag me in your fanfics bc I love reading them đ«Š
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đđđđđđ đđđ-đđđđđđ â Michael Jackson x F!Reader
SUMMARY: Coming home early from a girls' trip, you accidentally walk in on Michael during a very private moment. Mortified at first, your embarrassment soon turns into curiosity, and instead of pretending it never happened, you begin asking the questions you've always been too shy to voice. Patiently and without judgment, Michael helps you understand feelings you've never been able to put into words before.
WARNINGS: softdom!michael, inexperienced!reader, established relationship, age gap, guided exploration, masturbation (m), praise, reassurance, emotional intimacy, fluff, aftercare, smut
Disclaimer! Reader is an adult in her mid-twenties!
WC: 3k
A/N: I hope you like this, babes <3 But I need to write some bratty!reader next, I miss herrrrr
-Baby
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Sometimes, Michael couldnât help himself. When you were out, or he was alone in the studio, he would take his weeping cock out of his pants, wrap his hand around it and stroke himself until completion. You were inexperienced, and not ready to take things physical yet. And while he was understanding and respected your pace, his cock still throbbed in his pants sometimes.
You had been on a girls trip with friends, and werenât supposed to come home until late at night. He used that opportunity, sitting on the couch, slumped against the cushions. He hadnât even bothered to take off his pants entirely, just enough so he could pull out his hard length and wrap his fist around it.
A sheen layer of sweat sat over his lip, his eyes shut and brows raised in bliss as he made up imaginations of you inside his brain. He saw you kneeling before him, mouthing at his fat tip with that cute overwhelmed expression you had anytime you explored something new with him. His legs were spread wide, and he felt a tiny sense of guilt for fantasizing about you in such a lewd way.
But he couldnât control it. He was just a man who loved you after all. Of course he stole a glance whenever you bent over in your little sleeping shorts, trying to find a seasoning hidden deep in the cabinet. Michael was just being slick with it, averting his eyes to his cup when you turned around with a smile of success, holding onto whatever you were searching for.
He would hate himself for making you feel uncomfortable, so he put your needs first, and his second.
So maybe thatâs why, when you had opened the front door, and closed it behind you with a soft thud, he hadnât noticed. His heavy breathing and grunting filling the space of the living room.
It reached your ears, and the first feeling you had was concern. You thought that maybe he had hurt himself. You kicked off your shoes and hurried to the living room. But the sight you were met with definitely didnât live up to your expectations.
He sat there, his head thrown back into the cushions, hair sticking to his forehead and sprawling out around him beautifully. His brows were furrowed, eyes closed, and his bobbing adams apple on full display. His rough lips were parted, letting out moans and heavy breaths.
But then your eyes dropped to his crotch.
His hardened length was dripping beneath his long fingers as he tugged his foreskin up and down in a steady rhythm.
Your eyes widened, and you covered them with your hand, a small yelp of surprise escaping you.
His eyes shot open, and his hand stilled upon hearing the sound of your voice. His chest rose up and down quickly, breathing through his nose now as he watched you standing in the doorway. You wore cute, pink little sweatshorts with a matching top. He bit his lip, before smiling and lifting a hand to his brow.
âBaby?â he asked, rubbing his fingers along his brow, âWhat are you doing here?â
You didnât lower the hand over your eyes, a blush spreading on your face as Michael started getting a little flustered. He opted from circling his fingers around his dick to covering it with them, not being able to fully do so with just one hand.
âUhm,â you stammered, turning your head sideways, âone of the girls got a headache, so uh, we decided to leave a bit earlyâ
âOh,â he nodded, biting his lip a bit, âCan you look at me?â
You hesitated.
âIs it â are you? I mean, are you wearing clothes?â
He couldnât stop himself from breathing out a laugh.
âKinda?â
You dared to peek at him through your fingers, only to find him barely covering himself with his hand.
âSorry, I didnât think you would be home for another few hours babyâ
You kept looking through your fingers, your brows scrunching together a bit. He moved his hand away, and started pulling his pants back on, but as you saw his bare length, hard and thick, something inside you changed.
âWaitâ you said, the word leaving you faster than intended.
He froze, tilting his head in your direction. You finally lowered your hand, not sure were to look at. Your gaze fell on his face, then down to his cock, before quickly searching the room for a distraction. He wasnât sure what your reaction meant, but he settled into the couch a little more comfortably again.
âYou can look baby, itâs okayâ
Your eyes widened.
âMichaelâ
âWhat,â he shrugged, giving you a warm smile, âI can tell youâre trying very hard not to, you donât have to do thatâ
You bit your lip, but still didnât allow yourself to stare at him. It was the first time to see him like that. You only saw him shirtless, but never exposed like this.
âCâmere, letâs talkâ
You gulped slowly, before walking over to the sofa, sitting on the opposite end of where he was, hugging your knees to your chest and still avoiding his gaze.
âYou want to just forget about this and watch a movie?â his tone was gentle, though it carried the tiniest hint of hope. Hope that you would deny his offer.
Your eyes finally met his, and you gave a small head shake to him.
âI-Iâm curious, Mikeyâ you started, your voice barely above a whisper, âcan I see what you did earlierâŠ?â
He wet his lips, gliding his gaze over your body once, his cock twitching upward a little at your request. A look of surprise crossed your face as you saw it. You were so clueless about the male body, and if you were being honest, about your own body too.
âAre you sure? Iâm okay, babyâ
You nodded, meeting his round eyes.
Michael hesitantly wrapped his fingers around his dick again, just holding it. You wanted to stare so badly, but felt shy to do so. While he was the one sitting exposed before you, your shyness overpowered.
âI have a questionâ your voice came out small, and your ears were heating up.
âGo ahead, baby girlâ he said, beginning to move his hand slowly, revealing the blushing tip to you. A warm feeling stirred low in your belly, and you found yourself not able to look away from him now.
âMmhâŠ, do you do this, like, often?â
Michael chuckled a little before answering.
âSometimes,â he said, âwhen youâre out or Iâm at the studioâ
His breathing picked up slightly, matching the pace of his hand.
âA-and,â you stopped yourself, feeling embarrassed to ask the question burning on your tongue.
Michael laid his head back into the cushions, tilting his face into your direction. Having you sit innocently beside him was so much better than the images he made up in his head. Even though you werenât doing anything explicit, the mere sight of your flushed face before him was enough. He let out a deep groan.
âAsk, baby. There is no need to be shy, you hear me?â
You took a deep breath.
âWhat do you⊠think about?â
Michael gave you a lazy smile, a strand of hair sticking to the side of his face.
âYouâ
You froze for a second.
ââŠMe?â you asked, searching his face with your eyes, âLike?â
He briefly closed his eyes, a little grunt spilling from his throat as the earlier images crept into his brain.
âWanna know what I imagined before you barged in?â
You nodded, a little too eagerly for your liking. Your heart pounded strongly in your chest.
âThought âbout you on your knees baby,â he breathed, staring at your bare legs, and stopping right above the seams of your white socks.
âHow it would be like if you kiss my cock,â
You winced at his choice of words, but he ignored it.
âImagined that cute, overwhelmed expression on your faceâ his breathing was heavier than before, and his stare on you was hot. He pointed to your face with his free hand.
âThere, exactly that one, godâ
You bit your lip, and squeezed your thighs together a little, trying to ease the ache between them.
âCome a bit closer, pleaseâ he almost moaned, his eyes begging. You watched his hand moving up and down, twisting his wrist a bit as he reached the top, before scooting a bit closer.
Michaelâs large hand wrapped around your ankle firmly, squeezing and rubbing the skin there to ground himself. The sounds that left his lips stirred a new feeling inside of you, a deep ache in your core. You didnât know how to ease it, and it felt overwhelming.
âMichael, I,â you wanted to express the feeling that you couldnât order into a category, but didnât know how to. The fingers burying into your skin felt reassuring, though they left you antsy. Shifting in your position, and rubbing your legs together subtly. Of course you knew that tingling feeling it gave you, but you had always felt it on accident, never trying to chase it.
âWhatâs the matter baby, tell meâ he breathed, his hand stroking faster.
âI donât knowâ you whispered, feeling overwhelmed, âI feel like wanting something, but I canât put into words what it isâ
Michael nodded, he noticed you rubbing and squeezing your thighs together.
âDoes the feeling ease when you rub your legs against each other like that, baby?â
His words left your eyes to widen, feeling caught. Your cheeks were burning, embarrassment flooding through you. But that feeling of want was stronger.
âA littleâ your voice came out so small he barely overheard it.
He stilled his movements on his cock, exhaling deeply.
âBaby,â he started, scooting a little closer to you, âdo you ever touch yourself when youâre alone?â
You werenât dumb, you knew what he was referring to, but you still wanted to be a hundred percent sure, just for the small chance he had a different meaning.
âTouch⊠where?â
His expression stayed serious, and his voice came out dark as he spoke.
âBetween your legsâ
Your fingers began absentmindedly fidgeting, rubbing against each other and tugging at your nails carefully.
âNoâ you whispered, taking in his surprised expression.
âNever? Not alone?â
You shook your head, a shy smile pulling at your lips.
He groaned a little, his thumb continuing to rub circles into your overheated skin.
âI canât believe itâ he mumbled to himself, agonized that you had never felt the pleasures of exploring your own body. His eyes found yours carefully, and he stared into them intensely.
âYou want to ease the ache, baby?â
You were surprised, wondering how he knew it was literally aching, but maybe that was just your inexperience talking. You gave him a hesitant nod, unsure of the meaning behind his question.
âSit over thereâ he said, gesturing to the corner of the couch that you had sat in earlier. You did, leaning your back against the cushions, sitting down sideways. Michael stood, pulling off his pants entirely. His cock hung heavy between his legs, throbbing, aching to be touched. But to Michael, you came first. He took a seat before your feet, as you were still hugging your legs close to your body.
He radiated this new energy off of him, luring you in. you wanted him closer, wanted to bury your head into his neck and be held by him. But you waited patiently for what he was about to do next.
âCan you take off your shorts?â
You blinked at him a few times.
âNot your panties, just the shortsâ he clarified.
Your fingers moved to the hem of the pink fabric slowly, unsure in your doing, before hooking underneath it and awkwardly sliding them off.
âGood, now spread your legs a little for meâ
A look of horror crossed your face.
âSpread?â you whispered, feeling a bit insecure.
He nodded without hesitation.
âYouâre still wearing your panties baby, donât worry, I wonât biteâ he smiled.
You let go of your legs, unsure of what to do with your hands now. You spread them just a little, carefully, but enough for Michael to see the damp spot that had formed on the pink cotton. He sighed, his cock stirring in itâs wake.
You noticed, and felt a sudden wave of shame rush through you, moving to close your legs a little again. But Michael was quick to stop you, placing a hand on your knee, holding them open.
âItâs okay baby, I like itâ he said, his stare on your clothed pussy hot.
âCan you touch yourself for me?â he asked, but you shook your head.
âI donât know howâ you mumbled, slinging your arms around your waist in a weak attempt to cover yourself.
His mouth parted a little, before he gave you a smile.
âCan I?â
You exhaled shakily, but gave him a nod, anticipating his touch. But he didnât give it to you where you wanted it most. He started trailing his fingers up your calf, his touch soft and gentle, before moving to the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. You spread your legs wider unconsciously, the smallest sigh escaping you.
Michael gave you a warm smile, and kept his gaze on your face as he carefully placed his thumb on your clothed clit. He applied light pressure, beginning to move it up and down. You gasped, lowering your head to watch his hand moving on you.
âMichaelâ you whined.
He pressed his thumb down further, sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. You had never felt anything like this before.
âSsh, I got youâ he said. You lifted your hand up to your mouth, covering it to stop the embarrassing sounds that threatened to leave you. You squeezed your eyes shut, concentrating on the intense feeling of his big thumb on your little clit.
âThatâs it baby, just feel itâ he murmured, circling his free hand around his erection again, beginning to stroke it in the same rhythm that he pleasured you with. You dared to look at him, a loud moan came out muffled against your palm as you saw him touching himself while looking at you. Your body felt hot, and a layer of sweat began to form under your knees.
âLet me hear you, pleaseâ he groaned, letting out a few grunts himself. You did, lowering the hand that covered your mouth to clutch his sleeve. Michael found that endearing, how you always seemed to hold onto him in overwhelming situations.
âItâs g-good, Mikey,â you breathed, meeting his brown eyes, ânever felt something like thisâ
He nodded, and his thumb glided over your core more effortlessly as the fabric continued to get wetter, slicking up the material.
âGod baby,â he moaned, âyouâre so wetâ
You whined upon hearing his lewd words, and something inside your core seemed to tighten, a new feeling rushing to your body. You took another look at his face, his hair stuck in strands to his forehead, his skin glistening with sweat. His bottom lip was sucked between his teeth, and the sight of him tightened the feeling even more.
It was unfamiliar, coming fast, and it made you panic.
âM-mike, itâs, it feels different,â you breathed, your brows furrowed and lips glistening with your own spit.
âI know baby, I know,â he reassured you, picking up his pace, âYouâre getting closeâ
A broken sob left your lips, your hips beginning to grind into his hand, your fingers gripping the fabric of his shirt tighter.
âClose?â
âYea, close to your orgasm, release, babyâ
Oh, this is what it was. You were finally able to put a name to the tightening knot in your lower belly.
Your breathing picked up, coming in short and shakily. Your toes curled, and an unexpected wave of warmth rolled through your body, leaving you to hold your breath as you stared at Michael with parted lips. Your limbs seemed to tense up, especially your core, before a shock of release rushed through you.
Michael was mesmerized as he watched you experience your first ever orgasm, sucked in all of the little details of your reaction. The way your legs trembled, and your lids threatened to close, and the way your nub pulsed beneath his finger.
You let out a cry, the intense pleasure soon turning into too much, leaving you to trap Michaelâs hand between your thighs and shake your head. He understood, and let his fingers wander to your hand, intertwining it with his. The stroking on his cock never faltered, and you took him in with tired eyes.
âFuck, baby,â he moaned, âyouâre so pretty when you cumâ
It didnât take him much longer to reach his release too, throwing his head back and letting out a broken grunt as he shot ropes and ropes of his warm seed onto his shirt. You watched him in awe as he squeezed your hand almost bruisingly.
He slumped into the cushions, out of breath and exhausted, before shooting you a smile.
âYou okay?â
You returned his smile warmly.
âYeaâ
Michael moved to shrug off his dirty shirt, before pulling you into his embrace. You settled against his chest, nuzzling your face into the warm skin. His scent felt grounding, reassuring.
âThat wasâŠâ you trailed off, not knowing how to word your feeling, âamazing?â
His chest vibrated with a quiet laugh.
âYou did so good, babyâ he whispered, threading his fingers through your hair. You smiled against his skin, before tilting up your head and stealing a peck from him.
summary: away on business with michael in new york, youâve spent the evening shopping and enjoying yourself. the bus ride home is less than pleasant, encountering a creepy stranger who wont leave you alone.
a/n: this is pretty much based off a scenario that happened to me recently, please be safe girlies. :( iâm not trying to romanticize this at all, itâs simply a comfort fic and my way of coping. please enjoy, because iâve not seen many michael comfort fics đ„č
word count: 1.5k
requests: open!!!!
michael insisted on bringing your chauffeur to new york with you two, but you refused. âthe transport was part of the experience.â while michael was busy with work, you spent the days grabbing coffee and shopping. on most days you enjoyed swiping your little metro card- today was not one of those days. it was late in the evening, you typically didnât stay out so late- but there were many stores you wanted to browse before heading back to the apartment that had been rented out for you and your boyfriend. michael warned you about staying out late, that he was worried for your safety- though you thought that keeping your relationship private added an extra layer of protection on you. you were terribly wrong, the thought of weird people who simply are just weird never crossing your head.
now, you failed to keep your attention towards the intricate pattern of your dress as the strange man across from you kept inching his leg towards you. you sat on the left side of the bus, trying to focus on the dark beauty of the city. the streetlights, the closing of shops-
thump! you felt an arm reach over to the back of your seat. your eyes widened, yet you refused to turn your head in the opposite direction. the sound of your heartbeat filled the empty bus, youâd never been in a situation like this before⊠that man kept his eyes glued onto your goosebumpy skin. you wanted to crawl out of your body.
âi like your dress,â his dark voice sent chills down your spine.
you did not respond, hoping that if you ignored him it would just go away. you shut your eyes tightly, like a child who just got caught in hide and seek. your thighs and legs were held tightly together, facing the window, trying to stay as far away as possible.
âyour shoes are nice.â
you glanced down at your kitten heels, highlighting your light pink toenails, and then shut your eyes again. your breathing somehow got heavier and you could feel your face heating up. you could cry. he hadnât done anything inherently wrong, though, fear filled your body entirely. the buzzing of the lights began to reflect your dizzying headache. you were frozen. you didnât know what to do.
mike.
he was supposed to be working late, but you didnât know anyone else in the city. you needed something. as scared as you were to even breath slightly different, you rummaged into the bag on your lap for your pink blackberry. the mans arm escaped your seat and traveled down to his thigh. he patted his foot on the floor as you texted michael.
you: mike
you bit your lip, hiding your phone from the man next to you.
âcute phone,â he commented.
your breathing hitched. how much longer would it take for him to respond? your lips, like reflex, began to frown and your brows furrowed.
mikey: yes, princess?
a wave of relief washed over you, but not enough to overcome the anxiety that arose within you when the mans hand lifted up higher on his thigh.
you: im scared
you couldnât help but glance to your right out of morbid curiosity. what the fuck. you noticed the outline of his crotch through the denim he wore. quickly, you shifted your focus back to mike and trying to soothe your mind.
mikey: whatâs wrong?
you: im on the bus
instantaneously, you received a call from him. you declined it, you were too scared to speak and afraid of what would happen if you did.
you: canât call mike
mikey: where are you?
mikey: whatâs wrong?
mikey: angel
you: thereâs a man on bus
the man began to tap a beat on his leg, casually.
mikey: what bus is it!?
you: m56
you: m57
your fingers trembled across the keyboard, you felt embarrassed. ashamed. you did nothing wrong, but it felt like you did everything. typically you kept your cool in stressful situations, this was unlike anything you knew. you were embarrassed by your fear.
mike: get off on the next stop.
his responses were sharp and direct. michael did not waste any time, and if he was worried- he knew that you were terrified.
you: its broadway
mikey: stay there.
in about a minute or two, the bus came to a stop, causing your anxious body to jump forward. you popped out of your seat and kept your head down, taking small, quick, steps off the bus. broadway was lit up by glamorous theatre lights and very loud conversations, while you wished to take it all in, you felt the mans footsteps behind yours. it took everything in you to not bawl your eyes out, a tear rolled down your flushed cheek. you took a seat at the bus stop and pretended to wait for the next one. the creepy man accompanied you on the bench, manspreading as close to your shivering body as possible.
your eyes were locked forward, hoping and praying he would just go away. praying any minute now michael would show up, hoping he wasnât too far.
mikey: princess, did you get off?
your boyfriend was only 10 minutes away from you, since your first few texts he demanded his driver to take him into the city. his heart was heavy with worry, it was practically on the floor. too many thoughts and possibilities ran through his head about how you were feeling or what could happen to you. his girl. he could barely hold himself together, and it took everything in his power to not command the driver to absolutely speed to broadway.
you: yes
you: heâs still here
you: iâm scared
shit. michael bit his lip and ran his fingers through his messy hair. his hand curled into a fist.
mikey: itâs going to be okay.
you shook your head, sniffling. your heart wanted so bad to believe him, but anxiety overwhelmed your heart.
after a few more minutes the man rose from the seat, placing his hand on your shoulder and patting it before walking away- your body quivered in disgust. the man disappeared into the streetlights. heâd given up. tiny sobs escaped your fearful mouth, humiliation stirring up in your body.
not long after that, michaels car rolled up next to the bus stop you were at. your face lit up and you clasped your hand to your chest, you didnât even noticed that your breathing stopped. the driver firmly grabbed your wrist and opened the backseat car door for you, you practically collapsed onto michael. grabbing onto the fabric of his shirt as if he would disappear any moment now.
michael wrapped his arm around your restless body, trying to soothe you by caressing your back with his gentle hands.
âmikey,â you sobbed.
âi know, i know.â
you shook your head, âthis is so embarrassing, he didnât even really touch me.â
âprincess, what happened,â he cupped your jaw with his opposite hand, gently nudging you to meet his gaze.
his eyes were full with concern and relief, happy that you were here but extremely worried at the state you were in.
you pursed your lips together and tried to gather your composure, âhe just.. the bus was empty and immediately he went to sit with meâŠâ
âmhm,â he was attentive, stroking your hair to soothe you.
âhe wouldnt stop staring,â you hiccuped, âhe placed his arm behind my seat.. and then i noticed him- his,â you couldnât take the recollection, and you hid your face in michaels chest.
michael softly patted your back.
âiâm sorry, this is embarrassing. i shouldnât have stood out late, i shouldnât-,â you were cut off by michaels stiff voice.
he shook his head, âlook at me,â you complied, wiping and smudging the mascara on your eyes.
âyou could not have prevented this, people are just like that,â he was firm, âyou did nothing wrong.â
âiâm just so embarrassed,â you frowned.
he pushed your hair behind your ear, âabout what, beautiful?â
you looked away and softly shook your head, âi feel disgusting.â
âyouâre not disgusting, they are- he is.â
you bit your lip back, trying to contain your sobs, âiâm sorry for distracting youâŠâ
michael pulled you back into his chest, âyou didnât distract me from anything, princess.â
âiâm ruining your shirt.â
he tenderly laughed, âthat is the last thing iâm worried about, beautiful.â
âmichaelâŠâ
he hummed.
âi donât want to go out ever again.â
he nodded, âi understand, but thatâs just not possible, baby.â
âitâs scary,â you reflected on all the times as a child you were victim to little bits of harassment. it came with being a woman, but as you get older you learn to ignore it. unfortunately, you couldnât when it was impossible to make go away. you felt just as small as you did when you were younger.
âit is scary, but you know that i would never let anything happen to you, right?â
you nodded, a little doubtful but michael did always protect you. he was a good man, and he truly would never let anything happen to you.
âi love you,â you mumbled into his shirt.
he placed a soft kiss to your head, âi love you more.â
feel free to leave a request, thank you for reading & stay safe cuties.
đ'đđ đđđđđ đđđ â Michael Jackson x F!Reader
SUMMARY: Ever since your first kiss with Michael, you can't seem to stop asking for more. When a movie leaves you wondering why a simple peck never feels like enough, you shyly admit your curiosity to him. Rather than rushing you, Michael patiently guides you through every new feeling, proving that love isn't about experienceâit's about discovering things together, one kiss at a time.
WARNINGS: dada!michael,shy!reader, established relationship, age gap, first kiss exploration, inexperienced reader, soft michael, lots of kissing, reassurance, emotional intimacy, comfort, fluff, very light sensual themes
Disclaimer! Reader is an adult in her mid-twenties!
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WC: 2.7k
A/N: Guys I am actually so insecure over this TT I feel like this reads so much differently from what I usually do, maybe it's because I am sick and suffered from period cramps, I kinda felt a little emotionally distant while writing this, I am so sorry if this doesn't meet your expectations. Maybe I should stick to writing smut TT âĄ
-Baby
⥠âââââ ⥠âââââ âĄ
Ever since Michael had kissed you for the first time a few weeks ago, you have been so needy for him. Asking for another peck every five minutes, barely letting him work, and if he dared to leave the house, he would have to make up for it with ten sweet little kisses before you considered forgiving him.
But it never deepened into more than a quick peck, just a few seconds of your lips connecting. And you couldnât figure out why exactly you always wanted more of him. His lips had become addictive, just like the little smile or fond eye roll he would give you after asking for the twentieth time within ten minutes.
The thing is, this wasnât just simply the first kiss between you and Michael, but your first kiss. You werenât naive, or unaware of how things worked in a relationship. You just simply had another pace in life than most people. And Michael not judging, and waiting patiently for months to even peck you on the lips, was one thing that made you love him so much.
You were currently curled up in bed, clinging onto his arm, a romance movie playing on the TV. His smell surrounded you, making you feel calm and cozy while his thumb gently caressed your cheek.
âDada?â
He sighed, a little smile pulling at his lips.
âYes, baby?â amusement hinted in his voice, and you tilted your head up to him.
âI want a kissâ you smiled, searching for his gaze as he lowered his head.
âWho wouldâve thought?â
You let out a small giggle, before Michael leaned down to press a gentle kiss onto your lips, just lingering for a few seconds before pulling away and relaxing back into the pillows. But you didnât really feel a satisfaction. It felt like the kiss always ended earlier than you needed it to. Maybe thatâs why you were asking him every five seconds.
You settled back against his arm, clinging to him while focusing back on the movie. But as you watched the scene unfold, you stiffened a little. The people on the screen were kissing. Or rather full on making out with each other. Heat spread over your face, and you didnât dare to look up at Michael. You stayed unusually quiet for the rest of the movie, and Michael wondered why you didnât demand a kiss every few minutes anymore. But it was because you were thinking now.
Thinking about how it would be to kiss Michael like that. The thought of it made your stomach jump a little, and you caught yourself taking a glimpse of him. His slightly rougher skin glowing beneath the flashing of the TV. And then your eyes dropped to his lips. You never looked away so fast. You were lost in your thoughts, feeling embarrassed.
The end credits rolled in, but you didnât move an inch. Michael leaned over to the bedside table, reaching for the glass of water before taking a few gulps. Your eyes followed him closely. The way his lips rested against the glass, his tongue slightly sticking out beneath it, the water leaving his lips glistening. He took a glance at you.
âYou alright, baby? Youâve been so quietâ he said, pulling his arm out of your grip to lay it around your shoulders instead. You didnât answer immediately while settling against his chest.
âMikey?â
He straightened a little at the nickname. Not because he didnât like it, but because the lack of âDadaâ told him you were trying to tell him something important. He hummed in question, lowering his head a little to try and look at your face.
âCan I ask you something?â
You could hear him smile.
âAlwaysâ
You shifted awkwardly, nothing feeling quite comfortable anymore. Nothing was good, so you decided to sit up, hugging your legs to your body while facing Michael. His hand came to grab your ankle, gently squeezing and rubbing circles into the skin with his thumb.
âWhyâŠâ you started, wetting your lips, âdo I always want to kiss you so much?â
He smiled, squeezing your ankle reassuringly.
âMmh,â he pretended to think, pressing his lips together, âMaybe because you love me?â
You tilted your head, a little frown coming to your lips as you absentmindedly started playing with the seam of your socks.
âNo⊠I mean⊠why does it never feel like itâs enough?â
Michaelâs eyes widened just slightly, going unnoticed by you.
âOhâŠâ he said, his eyes dropping to your fingers, before focusing on your face again. âIs it about the movie?â
Your cheeks reddened instantly, recalling the scenes from the movie, but more than that, the ones you'd imagined with Michael. You gently shook your head.
âWell, maybe a little bitâ you confessed, âbutâŠâ
You stopped, not knowing how to continue, or what you wanted to say.
Michael waited for you patiently.
"I don't know..." you admitted quietly, "I just... I think I want to try"
He nodded once, studying your face for a quiet moment before shifting a little closer.
âBaby, you want to try⊠with me?â
You avoided his gaze, trying to occupy your fingers with something else.
âI think soâ you mumbled quietly.
He grabbed your chin with his fingers softly, forcing you to look at his round eyes.
âWe donât have to, you know that, right?â he asked, and you nodded, âThis is something precious, and I am willing to wait as long as you need me toâ
Another beat of silence passed, before you opened your mouth.
âI knowâ your voice came out quiet.
He smiled at you, tucking a lose strand of hair behind your ear.
âLetâs lay down, baby. Relax for meâ
And you did. At least lay down, the relaxing part not so much.
âYou want to kiss me, baby?â he asked, cupping your face with his hand.
You nodded, a little hesitantly.
âI want to⊠but, I donât know howâ
âYou donât need to think so much about it,â he said, moving closer to you, his breath ticklish on your skin, âIâll teach youâ
You let out a shaky exhale, fully expecting Michael to move right away. But he didnât. He took his time observing your nervous expression, his thumb caressing along your skin steadily.
âTry and copy me, okay?â
Taking your hesitant nod as enough, his gaze dropped to your lips before he leaned in slowly. You closed your eyes, and he pressed his lips against yours just like usual, just a little peck that didnât last longer than three seconds.
You opened your eyes again, wanting to protest, but then there was another peck, right after the last one. Your eyes widened slightly in surprise, before squeezing them shut again. He continued giving you repeated little kisses to your lips. Just letting you adjust to the situation slowly.
But after a little while, he did something different. Instead of giving you another peck like you had expected, he slightly parted his lips, and moved them against yours. Your top lip got caught between his, making you gasp.
Michael pulled away slowly, his breath tickling your skin as he searched your eyes for any sign of discomfort. He was only met with your deeply flushed cheeks and widened eyes. He smiled at you.
âToo much?â he asked, and you were a little too quick to shake your head. You avoided his gaze, not ready to see the amusement that crossed his face. Your fingers found his shirt, holding onto the fabric tightly. He still cupped your cheek with his large hand, and leaned in again, kissing you the same way he just had. His lips lingering against yours longer, movements more passionate.
Eventually you found enough courage to try following his movements, parting your lips and moving them against his a little awkwardly, bumping your nose against his. You felt him smiling against your lips, before tilting his head, preventing your noses to intertwine again.
While you felt embarrassed, this new feeling blooming inside your chest overpowered it. You slowly got the hang of it, moving your lips with less insecurity than before. Michaelâs hot breath against your skin felt nice, and your fingers tightened in his sweater. Though your lips were already tangled with each other, you felt the need to be even closer.
He could tell, he could always tell. His hand moved down to sling around your waist, before he pulled your body flush against his, making you wince in surprise before relaxing against him once more.
This is why I kept wanting more.
You snuck your hand up to his head hesitantly, burying your fingers in the hair at his nape. He hummed into the kiss, your stomach fluttering with excitement.
All of the kisses stayed slow and passionate. Of course Michael had been hoping for this moment. He'd been waiting patiently, knowing you'd come to him when you were ready. But he wouldnât ever rush things for you. He wanted to make this a memorable experience filled with love and safety.
His smell surrounded your senses, distracting you. How were you supposed to learn anything from this if all you wanted to do was bury your nose in his neck and take in the familiar scent of his cologne?
Your lips moved against each other in familiarity now, your breathing a little heavier. Michael really was a good kisser, and as he tightened his grip on your waist, trying to pull you impossibly closer, you sighed into the kiss. The sound of your lips smacking against each other blended with the long forgotten movie playing in the background.
His hand slowly caressed your back. A strange warmth spread through your body, unlike anything you'd ever felt. A heat stirring deep in your belly. You whined, confusion striking through your body from the new feeling.
He pulled away slowly, taking in your flushed face. You opened your eyes, but avoided his gaze with a shy smile.
âAre you okay, baby?â his voice was a little raspy as he asked quietly, his fingers cupping your chin.
You bit your lip, before hesitantly lifting your eyes, your hand in his hair holding on a little more urgent than before.
âI donât know⊠I think this feels kinda,â you took a moment to find the right word, ânew?â
He hummed, nodding his head.
âTry explaining what you feel, angelâ
You scrunched your brows a little, not sure how to. And, you didnât really want to talk, you missed his lips on yours already. God, what if this didnât ease your longing but deepened your addiction?
âMmhâŠ, itâs like, a warm feeling,â you whispered, and his eyes never left yours, listening closely, âI-in my lower belly, itâs confusing Dadaâ
He gave you a soft smile.
âDoes it feel bad?â
You gently shook your head.
âNo⊠not bad,â you mumbled, âjust, overwhelmingâ
âDo you want to stop?â
âNoâ
You had answered so fast it left you embarrassed, but Michaelâs smile only widened into a quiet laugh.
âOkay babyâ he murmured, before closing the distance, pressing his lips against yours once more. You could never get enough of this, and you already knew Michael was doomed. Because now you would be asking for this every ten minutes, taking way more time and effort than the little pecks.
Suddenly, you felt more than just his lips moving along yours, his tongue lapping at them ever so slightly in the same motion. You let out a breath of surprise, your head jerking back a bit. Your eyes fluttered open and searched his face with a shy, questioning look. You werenât sure whether this was supposed to happen.
âToo much?â
You opened your mouth to speak, but closed it again. Heat spread from your cheeks to your ears.
âC-can you try it again?â
Your voice was barely a whisper, but he still heard you. His hand moved to your shoulder, gently pushing you to lay on your back. He hovered over you now, one of his legs kneeling between yours, and as you looked up at him, you couldnât help the flustering thought of how attractive you found him to be.
He observed your flushed face, and you couldnât help but let your eyes flutter shut. Feeling too shy to keep looking at him. Michael found that endearing, and took another moment to look at you before connecting your lips.
This time, you were less surprised to feel his warm tongue licking along your lips, but the heat in your belly only intensified. You remembered to copy his movements, and slowly, hesitantly stuck out your tongue to do the same to him.
But instead of grazing his lips, you glided along his own wet muscle, leaving you to whine out a little. It felt strange, but nontheless good.
You felt a new desire rising within yourself, chasing after him more urgently than before. Your fingers clutched the fabric around his waist tightly, pulling him a little closer. He took that as an invitation, and licked into your mouth. Everything felt so new, so different than anything you had ever felt before. But you still wanted to find out more.
You glided your tongue against his awkwardly, uncontrolled, but the warm hand that came to cup your jaw calmed you a little, slowing your movements. Everything felt too hot, and you became hyper aware of your own body, such as Michaelâs above yours. His touch so hot against your face and waist it almost hurt.
His breathing was heavy, and he let out little grunts into your mouth. It left your core tingling, a new sensation. You werenât stupid, nor naive. You realized this new feeling you had was arousal. But it was still strange, fogging up your mind.
Michael suddenly sucked your tongue into his mouth, a mewl escaped you, and your hips unconsciously bucked up into his leg. As it made contact with your center, it sent a sharp, electric jolt through your body.
You pulled away from him with a gasp, your hands pushing him away a bit while still clasping at him tightly. You tried squeezing your legs together, but only trapped his leg further between yours, causing you to let out a surprised moan as white pleasure seared through you.
Michaelâs eyes widened in surprise, and as he saw your own slightly glossing over, guilt spread through him.
âBabyâ he called you, out of breath.
You shook your head, pushing him away a little further.
ââs too muchâ you whispered.
He nodded, and moved his leg from in between yours, sitting beside you now while leaning over your torso.
âIâm sorry babyâ he said, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. He never had the intention to overwhelm you.
You sat up now too, burying your face in your hands. It was burning, and you couldnât bear to look at him.
âNo, Iâm sorryâ you groaned into your palms. You felt a reassuring touch on your shoulder.
âHey, look at meâ
You regretted peeking through your fingers, the first thing having caught your attention being the noticeable bulge in his pants.
âI feel so stupidâ you said, causing his brows to furrow.
âYouâre not stupid, baby. Itâs okay to feel overwhelmed, this is newâ
You didnât give him a response, and the two of you just sat in silence for a few moments.
âDonât you ever feel like I am too inexperienced?â
The sound of your voice came unexpected, and it took him a second to answer.
âNoâ he said. And it was the truth.
âI donât mind discovering these things with you together. And I donât mind doing that at your pace, angelâ
You finally let your hands drop into your lap, staring at him with round eyes.
âReally?â
He breathed out a laugh, his hand still steadily rubbing your shoulder.
âReallyâ
You gave him a warm smile, and closed the distance between you to give him a hug.
âButâŠâ you started smiling against his hair, âI liked this ânewâ kissing, can we do it more often?â
Michael chuckled, holding you close.
âWe can, baby. But donât start asking every five minutes, we will spend all day kissing if you doâ
âI donât have anything against thatâ
He shook his head at you, and gave you that fond eye roll.
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Omg I love your stories so far everyone is good!!! I was wondering if you could write another mature Michael with water sports again with bladder control and instead of the reader being embarrassed she likes it! Maybe sheâs riding his thigh and makes a mess! Have a good day!!
of course i can!! i hope you enjoy <3
pairing: mature!michael x fem!reader
summary: your first business trip with michael!! how exciting. lucky for you, heâs coming home early tonight.
warnings: bladder control, watersports, thigh riding, physical restriction, size kink if you squint, super soft dom michael, pussy slapping, teasing, age gap relationship, reader is described to be quite girlish and feminine, squirting, not historically accurate to anything, p in v, aftercare, established relationships
word count: 2k
requests: open!!!!
you cheerfully looked up from your novel, and out the beautiful window to your left. a two-month long press tour in NYC wasn't the way you'd planned spending your next 60 days, however it made you heart dance when you learned that you would be able to see your boyfriend every night as opposed to the usual: calling every other day and barely sleeping because you missed him while he was away. this was the first business trip you'd been on with him, so it had to be perfect (you had to look perfect.) your suitcase consisted of various pink silks, expensive ensembles, and the most beautiful diamonds- all provided by your lovely boyfriend.
as you took in the sunset, you exhaled a smile and sipped your water. this was the first night in three weeks that michael would be home early, and so you wanted to make it perfect. you tidied the condo early, while michael insisted on ordering attendants you still believed that you did a better job (he didnât argue with that); you put on a tinted moisturizer accompanied by a romantic, pink, lip gloss; to complete the look, you dressed in beautiful blush colored lingerie. michael adored pink colors on your soft body, as did you. it brought out youth, but he loved it because he says your eyes twinkle differently when you wear it. he could be such a gentle romantic.
âĄ
he said he should be home around 7:00 pm, it was now 7:30. you were hooked on your romance novel, and on your 4th glass of water, youâd been in the same spot for three hours. you waited patiently, new york traffic was no joke- and anything could happen. his work was unpredictable, and being his girlfriend required great patience.
the sound of the door knob rattling caused you to instantly shut your book and girlishly flutter over to the door, you were beyond excited. once the door opened, you took in his dark figure. he was much taller than you, dressed in primarily black and a white shirt beneath his suit jacket. he shut the door behind him and took you in.
his expression softened at the sight of you, âhi beautiful,â pulling you into a deep hug.
he caressed your hair, âi missed you!â
âmm, did you,â he questioned.
you nodded into his chest, and he placed a kiss on your forehead before letting you go.
ââm gonna change, and then iâm all yours baby.â
you watched him disappear into the room, biting your lip. you wanted to follow him, but imagining how stimulating it is to not have any alone time all day stressed you out- you decided to give him a moment to breathe.
you hopped onto the couch, hugging your knees to your chest.
âmike,â you cheesed as he emerged from the room. he now wore half a pajama set, black cotton bottoms.
âmy beautiful girl,â he made his way over to the couch and took a seat next to you, and you nudged your head into his chest.
he wrapped a long arm around your tender body, his touch made you melt so easily. and so, you looked up at his sharp features, reaching in to kiss him. he returned the passion, taking in your soft lips and gentle breaths. you cupped his jaw, trying to deepen the kiss. swiftly and carefully, he lifted you onto his thigh, placing one hand onto your waist and the other intertwined with your silky hair. he nibbled at your lower lip before pulling back and staring at your romantic silhouette, the way your body peered through the mesh of the gown, the soft flesh of your thighs that slowly began to clench around him, the tender skin that held him.
his slender fingers reached to the bottom of the dress, lifting it over your neck and placing it down next to him. you bit your lip as your hands slid down to his shoulders, and he began to guide your movements onto his thigh. his erection because increasingly noticeable.
he placed three soft pecks onto your plump lips before traveling down to the sweet spot on your neck. your mouth fluttered open, a needy whimper escaping you.
he breathed into your neck, âmissed you so much baby.â
âmm, missed you-â you hiccuped, âmoreâŠâ
âwhat did you do today,â he slowly moved down to place kisses on your partially exposed chest, the strap of your mesh bra slipping down your shoulder. michael slid the other one down, and folded the fabric beneath your tender breasts- your nipples hardening at the cold air.
âaah,â you gasped as he placed a kiss on your sensitive chest, sucking you slowly before pulling away.
âi asked you a question,â his tone was firm but not commanding, just reminding. he proceeded to entertain your breasts with a mixture of kisses, biting, and sucking- his free hand relaxing on your waist still, softly caressing you.
âi, mmph, i read,â you winced as he nibbled a longer than usual.
âgo ahead,â he encouraged, placing a kiss on where heâd just bit.
and as you were, something began to alarm you, a growing pressure in your lower abdomen⊠youâd drank so much water, you completely forgot about your bladder. you rocked your hips into him with a deeper desperation, rolling into him as far as you could.
âmmichael,â your arms wrapped around his neck as you whimpered.
âyes baby,â he placed kisses along your neck, working his way up to reach your gaze. his hands slid up along with his eyes, tenderly grazing your skin and using his thumbs to graze your damp chest.
âaah- i gotta-,â you clamped around him, âgotta go,â you sighed out.
âgo?â
âbathroomâŠâ you continued to move into him with a deep passion- it was almost inhuman. each moment of friction caused you to throw your head back, the combination of pleasure and increasing need to go heated you up in imaginable ways.
âbathroom?â
âmike,â your breath picked up and a tear began to form in your eye, âgotta go.â
michaels gaze darkened, biting his lip back. your comfortability to be so vulnerable with him turned him on, he sighed out in ecstasy. your body was a twitching mess, grinding as close as possible into him, squeezing around his thigh whenever you could. heâd never seen you so desperate.
âcanât hold it,â he pouted, sincerely but with a tinge of pleasure.
âno,â you whined out and shook your head.
michael pinched one of your nipples, which caused you to yelp. you felt a drop leak out of you. you wouldnât go without his permission. he twisted and teased, and you became a blabbering mess on top of him.
âplease, mike,â you cried.
he kissed your other breast, âgo ahead, pretty girl.â
you felt a wave of relief wash over you as you released. his pant leg became drenched with your fluid, and so were your thighs. you continued moving your hips and he softly caressed your ass as you let go.
âthere you go,â michael encouraged, a smile across his handsome face as he watched you leak all over him.
âthank you,â you whined, repeatedly, his tenderness was so alluring.
âdonât thank me yet,â he placed a kiss onto your soft cheek before picking you up bridal style to your bedroom. the sudden loss of contact made you frown, the cold air on your cunt caused you to latch onto him- seeking any sort of warmth.
michael placed you gently onto the center of the bed, now able to take in the mess youâd made all over his thigh⊠his pants had a very prominent dark spot followed by wet stripes along the rest of his leg, leaving you a little flushed. he towered over your partially nude body, kissing your plump lips and swiftly placing a pillow beneath your lower back. he unclasped your bra, leaving you with only your lacy, wet, panties. rolled up your hips into nothing, seeking any sort of pleasure.
âah ah,â he scolded, âbe patient.â
you pouted.
michael slowly lowered himself down your body, kissing your clothed cunt. you, unintentionally, bucked your hips into his face. you couldnât help it.
he placed soft pats onto your sensitive bit, swiping a finger between your folds. your thighs kept threatening to close in on him, so he held you open with his free hand.
âremember the question i asked you?â
you were so full of pleasure, all you were thinking of was him inside of you. youâd no idea what he asked. you helplessly moved into him as he pulled away.
âmike!â
he stood up, beginning to pull down his bottoms, âi asked what you did today.â
âmmmm⊠mhm,â you squirmed, clenching your thighs together to get some sort of relief.
âgoood girl,â he praised as he stepped out of his boxers and then removed your panties, ânow, i want you to tell me.â
he pried you legs open, gasping at the cool air. he aligned himself with you as he slid his hands up to hold your waist, firmly bringing you closer to him. he grinned his cock onto your, still very wet, cunt. you tried to grab his length to put him in yourself, fed up with all of his teasing, but he swatted your hands away.
you sighed and locked eyes with him, âi began by tidying up the house,â and without hesitation he popped the head of his length into you. this caused you to arch your back, and cover your mouth- fearing the sounds youâd make otherwise. it was just the tip, but he was so thick. without foreplay (and, honestly with it,) it stretched out your tight pussy so much. he grabbed your wrists and pinned them down onto the bed, leaving you more vulnerable than before.
âkeep on going.â
âmm- canât-â
âyes you can, you know you can,â his gentle voice contradicted his dominance, it made you entirely unravel.
âthen,â he moved into you more as you continued, a tear rolled down your face, âi showered- ah, fuck.â
he slid halfway into you, your pussy clamped down on him more and more by the inch.
âyeah?â
âyes- yes,â you called out, not entirely in response, though it did work as one.
in a deep motion he entered his cock into you entirely, your jaw dropped and your body began to reject his length- sliding out from beneath him.
âno no, stay still,â he warned, âyou wanted this, right?â
a tear streamed down your delicate cheek, and nodded reluctantly.
he began to slowly move back and forth inside of you, âwell, continue,â he groaned out,
âi sh-howered, and,â you sniffled, âmike, mike-â
âhow was your,â he sighed, âshower, princess?â
âmmm- really good,â you wrapped your legs around his hips, making him impossibly reach even deeper inside of your delicate body. you threw your head back and exclaimed his name, it was all you knew.
âshit, baby,â heâd missed the feeling of you clenching around him so deeply.
he let go of your wrists to cup your jaw and kiss you. you both moaned onto each others lips.
michaels free hand went to your abdomen, causing you to feel a bit of water left from before. you latched onto him, nails digging in his back.
âstill got more in there,â he bit on your lower lip.
michael strategically added more pressure and used his thumb to rub circles into your sensitive clit. he continued to kiss your lips, muffling your wines. your body squirmed beneath him, the pleasure was too much.
in a few more thrusts you began to feel your build up once more.
âmike-â you gasped, âi need to.â
âyeah,â he questioned, placing more pressure, absolutely adoring the power he had over you
âi need to now,â you almost demanded.
he nodded against you, granting you unspoken permission.
he kept the same pace, same movements, and within seconds you felt your cum circle around his cock desperately trying to escape. you cried out, and he pulled out of you. as you squirted all over his abdomen, lifting your legs to your chest which allowed him to watch your humiliatingly needy cunt pulsate. as cum dripped out of him and onto the bed he groaned out your name. ecstasy and loge filled the room.
he kissed your nose before going to grab a towel to wipe you up.
âmy messy little girl,â he swiped your slick, causing your sensitive body to twitch.
âthank you mike..â
he smiled, âyou know i love you, right,â
you nodded.
âi love you so much,â he scooped you into his arms and deeply kissed you. he softly placed you down.
Babes! I LOVED this request and totally ate it up. if you just wanted a smutty, short, calling him daddy for the first time type of story I am so sorry TT I got so lost in soft, reassuring Michael, this turned into 6k words :) I hope you like my interpretation of your premise! Please let me know, mwah!
đđđđđ â Michael Jackson x F!Reader
SUMMARY: After weeks of hiding a fantasy you're too embarrassed to admit, you finally gather the courage to confess it to Michael. Instead of judgment, you're met with endless patience as he gently guides you through every hesitant step, teaching you that vulnerability isn't something to fear. What begins as your greatest insecurity slowly blossoms into the foundation of a new dynamic between the two of youâone built on trust, reassurance, and the comfort of knowing you're safe enough to be completely yourself.
WARNINGS: daddy!michael, bratty!reader, established relationship, age gap, first-time dynamic exploration, emotional vulnerability, praise, soft dom michael, reassurance, aftercare, domestic fluff, lots of affection, comfort, smut
Disclaimer! Reader is an adult in her mid-twenties!
WC: 6k
A/N: I did NOT proofread this babies, itâs literally 4amđ„č I am a sucker for soft daddy!michael, can you tell? âĄ
-Baby
⥠âââââ ⥠âââââ âĄ
You blurted it out in a drunk confession. Sitting on the carpet of Michaelâs living room after a few glasses of champagne too many. It had been a few months after you had started dating, not living together yet, but Michael asked you to stay over frequently. Your relationship was passionate, intimate, and he spoiled you rotten, giving you a diamond collection after just a few months of calling him your boyfriend.
Your mind felt hazy from the alcohol, and you were sitting in a moment of silence, watching Michael pop a grape into his mouth way too sensually. Michael glanced at you from the corner of his eye, catching you staring at him. He smiled, adjusting his glasses a little.
âYouâre staring at meâ he stated, making you shrug.
âGot a problem with that, Mike?â
He shook his head with a gentle laugh, reaching out for another grape. This time, your eyes focused on his long fingers. God, they had you feeling a way. Making you remember nights, sprawled out beneath him while he buried them deep inside you. A shiver ran down your spine, and you took another sip from the bubbly liquid. It was the alcohol buzzing in you, that made you open your mouth in the first place.
âCan I tell you something, babe?â you lisped, and Michael turned his head to, raising his brows. He realized you were drunk, much more than him. Because, you never asked him like that, usually you would just blurt out your thoughts like the brat you were.
âGo aheadâ he said, angling one of his legs and resting his arm on the knee. You tilted your head at him cutely.
âBut you canât tease me for itâ you said, and Michael chuckled.
âBaby, how bad can it be? Just tell me, hm?â he reached out a hand to rub over your knee, trying to soothe you, but it only made you more nervous.
âMh,â you started, biting your bottom lip before avoiding his gaze, âitâs kinda⊠naughtyâ
He raised his brows.
âNaughty?â he repeated, making sure he heard right. You nodded, not saying another word after. He just stared at you, waiting for you to continue.
âI canât read your mind, princess, you gotta tell meâ
You whined. Why couldnât he?
âLike, you knowâŠâ your fingers started playing with the carpet, twisting the threads between your finger tips, âI like when you take care of meâ you mumbled, meeting his eyes. Confusion struck his face.
âTake care of you?â he asked, âI already take of youâ
You whined, frustrated that he couldnât catch on.
âNo, not like thatâ
He breathed out a laugh, watching your frustrated expression.
âThen?â
You couldnât bring yourself to say it out loud, and moved closer to him, climbing into his lap. He welcomed you instantly, hands finding their place on your hips and rubbing circles over the fabric of your clothes.
You slung your arms around his neck, and buried your face there, taking in his smell.
âYou smell so goodâ you mumbled.
âMh, now would you tell me what you wanted to say?â he pulled away from you, searching for eye contact, but you still kept silence, trying to find the right words.
"Baby, you're gonna have to help me out here"
"I am helping"
"You're sitting in my lap and complimenting my cologne"
"That's helping"
"No, that's distracting me"
You smiled a little, playing with the buttons of his shirt.
âCome on, where is my bratty girl, youâre never shy to speak your mindâ
You breathed in deeply, eyes not daring to leave the buttons between your fingers.
âI donât know⊠I have just been thinking about⊠a specific name I want to tryâ
His arms from your hips to your waist, hugging you close as he tilted his head down, finding your eyes.
âA name? Something you want to call me?â
You nodded, your bottom lip stuck between your teeth.
âWonât you tell me what name you were thinking about?â
You searched his eyes for reassurance, and they were full of honesty and concern.
âLike, maybeâŠâ you gulped, âsomething like⊠daddy?â
You wanted to bury yourself right then and there, the alcohol leaving your thoughts to spin in a circle.
Michael smiled, and furrowed his brows in slight confusion.
âThatâs all?â he started, âThatâs what youâve been so nervous about?â
You nodded, trying to hide your face in his shoulder again, but he didnât let you. He grabbed onto your chin gently, pulling it up and forcing you to look at him. You were still nervous, and even more embarrassed. Not a good combination with the alcohol, it made you babble non sense.
âIf you donât like it you can tell me, I know itâs kinda weird because youâre so much older and tabloids are alre-â
He shushed you by pressing his hand over your mouth softly, causing you to look at him with wide eyes.
âNone of that, baby. Stop overthinkingâ he said quietly, âCome on, try it, try calling me daddyâ
Hearing the word out of his mouth had you blushing as he slowly pulled his hand off of your mouth. You considered it, but as you parted your lips, nothing came out. You closed them again and shook your head before burying your head in Michaelâs neck.
âI canâtâ you whispered against his skin, your breath ticklish.
He hummed, and ran a hand over your hair.
âBut you want it?â he asked.
âI doâŠâ you mumbled, clutching onto his shirt a little tighter.
âCan you look at me?â
You sighed, but obeyed to his request, sitting up once more and making eye contact with Michael. He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, observing your face.
âHow long did you keep this from me?â
You looked into his eyes, that appeared rounder behind his glasses.
âI donât know, maybe a few weeks?â
His eyes widened just slightly.
âThat long?â
âI was just embarrassedâ you shrugged, your nervousness easing a little. He tilted his head, his fingers slipping under the hem of your shirt and rubbing slow circles into your skin.
âEmbarrassed? You? Before me?â
You smiled, and weakly punched against his chest. He only laughed. A moment of silence followed, and you relaxed into his touch, closing your eyes for a second.
âWhy that one?â he asked, the sound of his voice startling you a bit.
You thought about an answer, though you already had it, and heat spread across your face.
âWell,â you started, voice becoming a little smaller, âI just feel, safe with you⊠and I like when you kindaâŠâ you interrupted yourself, noticing how intensely Michael was staring at you.
âNo, go on. I want to hear itâ he reassured you.
âMh, sometimes, youâre kinda unintentionally rough, and I like it⊠but then youâre also so caring at the same time and, ughâ you groaned, your hands flying up to cover your face in frustration. Your explanation sounded so stupid out loud.
âAnd, I just always had that fantasyâ you mumbled into your hands. Michael pried them away gently, holding onto your wrists with an amused smile.
âWhat fantasy?â
You whined. Why was he asking so many questions?
âCalling someone more⊠experienced, older, that nameâ you said, and he nodded in understanding, taking in your words for moment.
He hummed in confirmation, more to himself than to you, and you let your gaze fall, tracing your finger over his belt buckle as a distraction.
âI like thatâ he said, simple. Your eyes snapped up to his face.
âYou do?â
He nodded, relaxing against the front of the couch.
âNot just about the name,â he started, âtaking care of you, fully. Baby, you couldâve told me this sooner, then I could have met your needs the right wayâ
You felt your body heating up a little. This was exactly why you had the urge to call him daddy, he had this natural selfless side to him. Wanting to take care of you just how you needed it, noticing when somethingâs wrong immediately. Your eyes fell to his lips, and you felt this sudden urge to kiss him. He noticed, and gave you a small smile.
âPrincess,â his hand reached up to caress your cheek, âI can see what youâre looking atâ he chuckled, making you smile.
âThen canât you give me what I want?â you whispered, meeting his eyes.
His hand moved to hold onto your jaw, holding you in place as he leaned in closer, his lips hovering right above yours, teasingly.
âTry itâ he whispered, eyes fixed on your plush lips. But you still couldnât bring yourself to do it, shaking your head ever so slightly. He closed the distance between you, pressing a soft peck against you, before connecting to you in open mouthed kisses. You moaned softly into the kiss, pulling him closer to you by his neck.
You tried licking at his lips, wanting to be closer, wanting taste his warm mouth, but he denied you. Making you whine in frustration. He pulled away from you, and placed another soft peck on your cheek.
âWhyâd you stopâ you asked, frustration clear in your face. He gave you an endearing smile, before pulling you off of his lap. He stood, and offered you a hand.
âCome onâ he said, pulling you up from the floor and leading you up the stairs, to his bedroom.
Somehow, the room smelled even more like him, than he himself, and you felt yourself relax instantly. He sat you on the bed, and took his place next to, before switching on the dim bedside lamp. He took of his glasses and placed it next to the lamp carefully, before cupping your cheek. You leaned into the touch unconsciously, giving him a small smile.
âYouâre such a pretty, smart, and confident young womenâ he praised. And all of the sudden, you felt shy. It wasnât like he never gave you any compliments, but this felt different. More intimate.
Michael wanted to have you relaxed, comfortable and appreciated. He wanted to satisfy you the best he could, take care of you just how you wanted. He took another moment to look at you, take in your features and brand them into his brain.
âLay down, babyâ he ordered, and you did, though hesitant and slow, not knowing what to expect. You watched him through your lashes, as he moved to lay beside you, opening his arms.
âCâmereâ he said, holding you close as you settled against his warm body.
âEver done that before?â he mumbled into your hair, his fingers gently threading through it, âwith someone else, I meanâ
You shook your head, glad to be able to naturally hide your face in his chest. You parted your lips, but took several seconds before actually speaking.
âDid you?â your voice came out smaller than intended, and you heard him smiling.
âWonât you get jealous if I tell you?â
You furrowed your brows a bit.
âProbably⊠but I still wanna knowâ
He chuckled, but remained silent.
âTell meâ you said in a demanding tone, lifting your head from his chest to look at his face. His eyes were widened in amusement.
âPromise not to get jealous?â
âAbsolutely notâ
He snorted a little, of course, what did he expect?
âI didâ he confessed, watching your expression slightly change. You stared at him for three whole seconds, before letting out a huff.
âInterestingâ
âBaby,â he laughed, pinching your cheek, âyou asked about it and I was honestâ
âDoesnât mean I need to like the answer,â you said, narrowing your eyes at him, âwas she prettier than me?â
Michael let out a genuine laugh, throwing his head back a little, causing you to pout.
âNeverâ he told you, pressing a kiss to your forehead. He thought the topic was over, beginning to roam his hand over your body, caressing your waist and arm.
âOkay, but how old was she?â
He didnât stop his affection, and just looked at you with furrowed brows.
âI donât rememberâ
âLiarâ
He playfully rolled his eyes.
âOlder than youâ
That was enough to satisfy you, planting a smile on your face.
âWhat?â he poked your side teasingly, making you yelp from the ticklish feeling, âYou like that?â
âShut upâ you said, pushing him slightly by his chest.
He made a clicking noise with his tongue.
âAh, language, little girlâ and his words had your skin feeling hotter than before, âTell meâ
You shrugged, drawing patterns on the fabric over his shoulder.
âI like that youâre older than meâ
âDo you? Why?â
You groaned.
âMichael, youâre asking too many questionsâ
âNo avoiding, tell me babyâ
You glared at him, before biting your lip.
âI donât know⊠I just like it. You take care of me and youâre so attentive and â experiencedâ
He raised a brow at you, and you took in his face. His slightly rougher skin, the shadow of his beard, his plush lips and round eyes. The words escaped your lips before you could think about it twice.
âAnd you look so mature, itâs hotâ
Your own eyes widened as you realized the words that had come out of your mouth, while Michael gave you a cocky grin.
âIs it?â
You dropped your head to his chest in annoyance, wishing to disappear into the mattress and be gone forever. Your body shook slightly as he laughed beneath you.
âI think youâre hot too, but not because of your age, just youâ he chuckled, making you whine louder.
âPlease stopâ your voice came out muffled against his shirt.
His laugh quieted down after a few seconds, and you just laid there together, adjusting yourself to be a little more comfortable again. Minutes passed like this, his hand never stopping to roam over your soft curves. It wasnât until he squeezed your waist a little harder, pulling you closer, until you felt his breath on your skin, that a little gasp escaped you.
He pressed a kiss against your temple, before moving his hand further down, over your butt and down to your thighs, squeezing at the flesh. Your hands pawed at his torso, wanting to be closer, but he didnât make another move. Didnât kiss you, didnât undress you. He simply continued caressing you, his eyes fixated on your face the whole time. He actually pulled away from you a little. The sound of the sheets rustling as he propped his head up on his arm suddenly loud in the quiet room. He wanted to get a better look at you.
His fingers slipped beneath your shirt, fingertips grazing the bare skin of your ribs and tummy, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. You sighed softly, relaxing further into the pillows and closing your eyes.
âThere you go, baby, just enjoy yourselfâ he whispered, his raspy voice sending tingles to your core. You focused on his touch, it was probably the gentlest he had ever touched you.
You felt the need of being grounded, reaching out for him, wanting to grab his arm, his hand, face, anything. But he was quick to pull his hand from your shirt and stop you. His fingers carefully circling around your wrist as he pushed it back to your side. You opened your eyes, and stared at him in confusion.
You tried reaching out for him again, but were rejected once more.
âHands off, babyâ
âMichae-â
He interrupted you with a firm, yet gentle tone.
âMh-mh, listen to daddyâ
You froze, mouth drying up. Every thought in your brain stumbled over the other at once. For weeks, the title and the shameful imaginations that came with it had only existed in your mind. Locked away preciously for no one to see.
You had gathered all your courage to even express your fantasy out loud, not even managing to directly say it to him.
But here Michael was, saying it casually, bluntly, like it wasnât a big deal. Like it didnât make your heart feel as though it had forgotten to beat. You opened your mouth to say something, but nothing came out.
The room suddenly felt even quieter than before. His fingers still circled around your wrist burning and his cologne lingering between the sheets while the bedside lamp buzzed softly.
But everything seemed distant, because of three words he had said.
Listen to daddy.
Heat suddenly rushed into your face, so quickly that it almost hurt, and you stared at Michael, who seemed totally unfazed. His expression was calm, as if he hadnât short-circuited every functioning thought in your head, which somehow made it worse.
He placed your arm behind your back gently without a word, making you feel extremely vulnerable. You avoided his eyes, alternating between closing them and opening them again, feeling helpless.
âRelaxâ he cooed, before picking up his earlier touch beneath your shirt. You waited for him to say more, tease you, anything. But it never came. He just kept observing you in silence, looking down at you. You wanted to look at him so badly, wanted to see the expression on his face, but you couldnât bring yourself to do it.
His hand moved up to your face, his thumb stroking against your heated cheek, and you couldnât take it anymore, finally looking up. You found him already staring into your eyes, a warm look of adoration plastered across his face.
âYouâre so cute when you get shy, babyâ he whispered, not teasingly, but genuine. You felt your ears burning up too now, the urge to hold onto him getting stronger by the second. You wet your lips, mouth still feeling dry before gulping.
âPlease, Michaelâ you started, voice a little shaky, âI need-â you stopped yourself, getting embarrassed. He waited patiently for you to continue speaking.
âI want to touch youâ you mumbled.
He hummed in acknowledgment.
âNo, babyâ
You scrunched up your brows a little.
âWhy..?â
He raised his palm to caress over your hair.
âBecause you need to ask daddy for permission, not Michaelâ
Your breathing seemed to hitch for a second, and your stomach dropped as he kept staring at you calmly. You suddenly realized that this wasnât just a fantasy in your head anymore, but that it happened in reality. And Michael knew. In your head, you had control over the dynamic, what would happen and how it would happen.
But here? It was all taken away from you and put into Michaelâs hands. And while the loss of control slightly terrified you, it also left you excited.
His thumb brushed over your plush lips, and he leaned down slowly, before pressing a peck against them. You tried chasing him, wanting to deepen the kiss, wanting it to last, but he didnât let you. He kept his distance by placing his hand on your shoulder firmly.
You felt your eyes stinging, tears welling up, surprising you. You were confused, thinking there was no reason to cry, but in reality, you had been carrying this weight around with you for weeks. The emotional vulnerability it took for you to tell him and him actually understanding and acting on it overwhelmed you. Incredibly.
Your hand came from your back again, your fingers were burning to touch him. But even this time, your hand was pushed away, firmer than before.
âMichaelâŠâ your voice came out in a tremble, âI need toâ
Of course he noticed your eyes becoming glassy, your lip slightly trembling in a pout as you held back the tears, but he wasnât there yet.
âThatâs not what I need to hear, babyâ
You exhaled shakily, looking into his eyes and searching for any sign of disapproval, or rejection. But there was nothing but patience and love.
Your tongue felt heavy and you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth, before slightly opening your mouth. You closed it again a few times, gathering all the courage you had.
âPlease,â you tried blinking away the tears, but it was too late, a single one already escaping and rolling down your cheek, â...daddyâ
Michael let go of your wrist, and you clutched onto him instantly, burying your face in his shoulder.
âThatâs my girl, thatâs it babyâ he cooed, holding you tight.
Michaelâs hand slid up the back of your head, gently threading his fingers through your hair.
âThere you goâ he murmured.
You held onto him tighter, one hand circling around his arm while the other clutched his shirt. A few silent tears rolled down your cheeks, and you proceeded to bury your face further into him, wanting to hide.
He pressed a kiss against your forehead, and pulled you closer.
âNo more being nervous, babyâ he said softly, âYou donât have to carry that around anymore.
Your throat tightened, and he seemed to notice immediately. Of course he did.
âHey,â his thumb brushed under your eye, catching another tear before it could fall, âYouâre okayâ
You nodded, sniffling a little. You were okay because he was there.
âGood girlâ
The praise wasnât teasing, nor demanding. It almost sounded like it contained pride.
You melted at the nickname, slinging one leg over his hip, before looking up at him through wet eyes. His palm moved to your thigh, steadying your leg on his body and gently squeezing the flesh.
âThatâs my girlâ
Michael couldnât stop the praise spilling from his mouth, nor the smile he gave you. You held his gaze for multiple moments, before dropping it to his lips. You wanted to feel them on your own, wanted to taste him. So you leaned in, trying to steal a kiss. But he gently stopped you with a hand on your shoulder. A whine escaped your throat.
âAsk for it, babyâ
You pouted, one finger finding the sharp line of his jaw, tracing along it.
âCan I have a kiss please?â
He smiled at you, and gently shook his head.
âForgot something, babyâ
A deep blush crept to your cheeks, and you returned his smile.
âCan I have a kissâŠ?â you bit your lip, pausing yourself while looking at him, âPlease, daddy?â
âWhat a good girl you areâ he whispered, before leaning down and softly pressing his lips against yours.
It was as if you melted against him instantly, hands on his body loosening up a bit, eyes fluttering shut. He started sweet. Pressing multiple pecks against your lips, before transitioning into open mouthed kisses. Your breaths were hot and heavy against each other, and his mere presence seemed to overwhelm you. You wanted to get closer to him, but push him off at the same time from feeling too much at once.
And he was still going slow and passionate with his lips, gently cradling your cheek in his large hand, guiding your face against his. But maybe exactly that was what overwhelmed you. The certainty in him. The patience.
The quiet confidence with which he guided you.
Your fingers clawed at him, and you let out a small, barely audible whine against his mouth. He pulled away slowly, your lips sticking together, before he leaned his forehead against yours and searched your eyes.
âYouâre okay babyâ he whispered, âWant daddy to go slower?â
You gulped, and thought for a moment. The answer wasnât as simple as a yes or no. Because it was both. You gently shook your head.
âI donât knowâ
Your answer was honest. He kept waiting for you to continue your thoughts out loud, but there was nothing.
âBaby, do you trust me?â he asked, and instantly, there was a nod. You did nothing more than that.
He waited another moment, before connecting your lips again. This time a little less careful, his hands gripping your hips a little harder than before, guiding you to lay on your back while he leaned over you.
His scent overwhelmed your senses, his tongue prodding at your lips, asking for entrance. You allowed him, and soon your taste buds where overflowing with the flavor of his mouth. You sighed into him, his hot muscle gliding along your tongue slowly, trying to savor the taste of you as deeply as possible.
Your arms wrapped around his shoulders, hands finding his hair at the back of his neck and gently holding on to it, the only sound in the room coming from your lips smacking against each other.
He pulled away slightly, breathing heavy. You whined in protest, forcing him closer again with your arms. He breathed out a soft laugh as you chased his lips again, and he let it slide. Roaming his tongue around your mouth before eventually trailing his kisses away from it.
He started with the corner of your lips, then to your cheek and jaw, pressing open mouthed, wet kisses against your warm skin. Your breathing became heavier by the minute, senses swamped by Michael, his lips wandering down to your sensitive neck. An embarrassingly loud moan left your throat as he gently nibbled and sucked on the skin, and your grip on his hair tightened.
âDaddyâŠâ you gasped, the word slipping automatically now, intensifying the flush on your face.
He pulled away with a hum, speaking against your skin.
âYes baby, thatâs itâ he murmured, giving another peck to your neck, âIâm your daddyâ
A warm feeling spread in your heart and your core. Something about Michael referring to himself as daddy, has you squirming inside.
He kept abusing your neck with his lips, dark marks blooming on the skin wherever his lips touched, and his hand slipped beneath your shirt, roaming around your soft skin before cupping over your bra clad boob. You could feel his erection pressing into your leg, and everything felt too much. Too good, too affected, your breathing coming out staggered.
âStopâ
It came out in a small whimper, barely audible, but he followed your request without doubt. He lifted his head, and searched your eyes for discomfort.
You pulled lightly at his black strands.
âI just need a secondâ you breathed, and he nodded in understanding, in reassurance.
He stayed exactly where he was, not rushing back into anything. One hand remained in your hair, his thumb absently stroking behind your ear while he searched your face, waiting for your breathing to steady. There wasn't an ounce of impatience in him. If you needed another minute, he'd give you another minute. You had calmed down significantly, and gave him a small smile.
âIâm okay nowâ you whispered, one hand reaching down to fumble with his buttons. He returned the smile, before continuing his actions on your neck. He slowly slid his hand between your legs, rubbing his palm over your clothed heat. You bucked your hips against him instinctively, chasing the feeling of pressure against your clit while softly gasping. He let his lips go of your neck, his other hand still cradling your head.
âAh-ah, donât move your hipsâ
You stilled, your lips turning into a frown. He smiled, a little amused by your expression.
âPatience, little girlâ he whispered against your ear, before gently nibbling on your lobe. You whined, not wanting to be patient anymore. But your thoughts were soon erased as he pressed his palm a little more into you, intensifying the pleasure. Your hands gripped his shoulders tightly, your eyes fluttering shut.
âD-daddy pleaseâ you whimpered, needing more, needing him.
âSssh baby, Iâm here, tell me what you needâ
âNeed you, daddyâ you said quietly, âWant you insideâ
You stared into his eyes as you spoke, watching him bite his lip and exhale through his nose.
âNot yetâ he decided, before moving his fingers to the button of your pants, undoing it before sliding beneath your cotton panties. You gasped as his cold fingers ran through your glistening heat, mouth falling apart as he teased you.
âLook at meâ his voice was firm, strict, and he stared at you intensely as you followed his words.
He slipped two of his long finger into your clenching hole, your brows furrowing and eyes slightly watering as you pressed your head further into the pillows.
He kept his eyes on your face the whole time, eating up your reaction as if it was dessert. His brows slightly lifted, and his eyes widened ever so slightly as he gave you a small nod.
âSo tight fâme baby, for daddyâ he murmured, and you nodded, your eyes rolling back ever so slightly as he started moving his fingers, slowly.
âWhat a good girl, takinâ my fingers so well, hm?â
You moaned out, digging your nails into the fabric of his shirt.
ââs goodâ you gasped, subconsciously spreading your legs a little further. He smiled at you.
âSo good, baby? Thatâs right, thatâs it, thatâs my girlâ
And with that, he finally began curling his fingers into your sweet spot, leaving your back to arch off the bed, your eyes fluttering shut. You were impressed at how he always seemed to remember your good spots, not even taking him long to find them when you first started dating. He left you addicted on him.
âRight thereâ you breathed, leaning your head further into his hand, ââs the spot, daddyâ
Michael let out a silent groan, his brows scrunching together a little.
âThatâs the spot baby? The spot that leaves you trembling?â
You nodded, and he actually slowed his pace, though pressing his fingers harder into the spongey tissue of your g-spot. You arched into him, arms circling around him and trying to pull him closer as he left you seeing stars. He started pressing the heel of his palm into your clit, stimulating it while curling his fingers inside of you. A string of shameful moans left you, toes curling.
You felt your orgasm approaching fast now, your core tightening as you clenched around Michaelâs fingers. Your hand reached down to grab Michaelâs wrist, trying to stop him, already feeling overstimulated. But he was having none of that.
âHands offâ he ordered, his gaze burning on you. You let go of him, though shook your head softly.
ââm close daddy, âs too muchâ your voice came out breathy, moans interrupting your words. But he didnât stop. He had you exactly where he wanted you, and he continued what he was doing.
Your orgasm hit you hard, your vision blurring, fingers digging into Michaelâs body, anywhere you could grab. A string of moans and little gasps of âDaddyâ left your mouth as your walls fluttered around him. It rolled through you in hot waves, leaving you a trembling mess until he pulled out his hand from your pants, sticking his fingers in between his lips and sucking off your sweet juices.
You watched him doing so, breathless and shaking from your high.
âYâtaste so good, babyâ he whispered, giving a small peck to your forehead, before sitting up. His fingers hooked into your pants, pulling them off along with your panties, revealing your dripping cunt to him. He groaned at the sight, his cock throbbing.
âFuck baby,â he started, his hands beginning to unbutton his shirt, âDaddyâs gonna take you now, going to take it like a big girl, right?â
Your breath got stuck in your throat at his lewd words, instead of giving him an answer, you took off your own shirt and bra, leaving you entirely naked underneath him. You watched him closely, as he shrugged off his shirt, the way his fingers handled the belt buckle. And as he finally took off his pants, revealing his hard length, hanging heavily between his legs, you couldnât help but reach out for him. He let you, just long enough for you to stroke along his base two times, letting out a sigh.
His cock was hot and heavy in your hand, and you felt yourself spreading your legs wider, welcoming him. He took a hold of your wrist, and pushed it off of him.
âEnoughâ he said, voice shaky, âDaddy has no more patienceâ
He positioned himself between your legs, gliding his tip over your slick folds a few times, before teasingly prodding at your hole. You whined, hands finding his hips and holding onto him. He smiled at your cute, wordless protest, and finally pushed himself inside. Slowly, just the tip. But it still left him to moan out, and your legs to tremble.
âMoreâ you mewled, clawing your nails into his bare skin.
âMh-mh baby, just the tipâ he breathed, âJust feel meâ
You huffed in frustration, wanting to feel everything, wanting all of him.
He started thrusting his fat tip in and out of you slowly, humming at the feeling. But it wasnât enough, you were needy, wanted more.
âDaddy please,â you moaned, lifting your head to see him sliding between your folds, âI need more, âs not enoughâ
He chuckled lowly, before burying himself inside of you with one swift motion. You felt so full, and though you had sex so frequently, you never seemed to adjust to his size. Your legs squeezed around him, and your hands on his hips tried pushing him away as you whimpered.
âLook at you baby, youâre so impatient, but when I give you what you want,â he paused, gathering your wrists into his own hands, âyou try pushing me away with your weak little handsâ
You shook your head, and he grabbed both of your wrists into just one of his hands, holding them together firmly.
ââm so fullâ you gasped, âyouâre too bigâ
He smiled, pride swelling in his chest before he started thrusting into you with a steady grind of his hips. The moans leaving you became unstoppable as he bumped against your cervix deliciously.
âThatâs a good girlâ he groaned, âtaking daddy so wellâ
You sighed at his praise, your cunt clenching around him, causing him to hiss. But he didnât scold you, he just let you do it, continuing his steady pace, skin slapping against skin echoing through the room. You tried grabbing at his hand that was holding your wrists together, stretching out your fingers. He let go of you, and intertwined his fingers with yours, letting you squeeze onto him tightly. You needed that touch, grounding you.
âDaddy..â you whined, he waited for you to continue, thinking you had more to say, but you didnât. Instead, you whined for him once more, making his chest warm.
âThatâs it baby, keep calling out for meâ he breathed, picking up his pace, âDaddyâs hereâ
And you did, the word spilling from your mouth over and over again, blending with your whimpering. As he kept abusing your cervix, the pleasure blinding, you felt your second orgasm approaching, your thighs starting to shake around his waist, your hand squeezing his tighter. His thumb came down to your sensitive numb, beginning to circle, but you brushed it away.
âNo,â you gasped, and he gave you a confused look, âwanna cum from just youâ
âMy sweet girlâ his voice was trembling now, the coil in his own stomach tightening, âitâs alright, you can cumâ
You mewled, and it didnât take you much longer to climax, hot white blurring your vision, as he filled you up with his seed, your walls tightly clenching around his length giving him the rest.
He sent the both of you into overstimulation, grunting through it, hips shaking against you, before letting himself collapse between your legs. You breath was heavy, such as his, hot against the skin of your shoulder. You threaded your fingers through his hair, sighing in relief as he peppered little kisses against your skin.
He lifted his head, fixing on your eyes, only to find them filled with endearment. You realized just how much you had trusted him, and gave yourself into his hands with all your vulnerability. A tight and warm feeling spread through your chest, and you gave him a small smile. He returned it, before giving you a gentle peck.
âYou alright?â he asked, eyes filled with concern. You nodded, not quite ready to speak yet.
âYâdid so well babyâ he praised, and you cupped his jaw in your hand. He closed his eyes, leaning into your touch.
âDid you like it?â
Your voice snapped him out, his eyes opening and finding yours before he gave you a warm smile.
âI like it a lot, babyâ he said, and the last little ounce of insecurity fled your body.
Now, the word came as naturally as saying his name.