✩₊⁺⋆softly, then boldly⋆⁺₊✧

sexually, michael was so shy before he met you. he was inexperienced, but wanted to know so desperately how to please a woman correctly. then, as your relationship started to develop, you gladly guided him to understand all that you craved and desired, what made you feel most satisfied.

michael even took handwritten notes on what you told him, and of course he did. he paid close attention to everything he did in life, always wanting to perfect each aspect, from singing to dancing to songwriting, and then too—more privately—pleasing his lady.

you remembered now how shy he'd been not so long ago, how dedicated he had been to understanding every inch of your body. he had learned all about each specific area that brought you the most ecstasy, delighting those erogenous zones with growing precision. not expertly to begin with, but now very much so.

you thought about that incredulously now—impressed at how far he’d come—as he had himself splayed between your thighs, completely enamoured by your soaking cunt, lapping away at the softness he loved to show he much he adored.

your legs were spread wide, michael holding them secure with his forearms hooked under your thighs to keep you in place. you couldn’t help but squirm and writhe on the sheets when he had you like this, so with a gentle force, he maintained a glad effort to keep you still.

“honey, you’re so pretty down here,” he murmured into you, sending vibrations that doubled as shockwaves of pleasure through your lower region as he licked the words into your clit. “no, you’re pretty everywhere,” he added with a soft chuckle, moving his head to press quick kisses all over your inner thighs, his thumb coming to rub your too-sensitive bundle of nerves as he did. he’d never leave your pussy untouched for a moment.

“but especially right here…” he whispered as he moved his head back to centre and looked down with adoration at your sopping pussy. “i love how it glistens for me, pretty mama…”

“michael,” you sighed with the air of an angel as he dove back in without hesitation, kissing and licking up and down your weeping slit, then sucking hard on where you felt sensation most. in the early days you'd been the one talking him through it as he mouthed at you desperately wanting feedback, but nowadays he rendered you speechless every time. all you could do was whine out incoherencies.

one of his hands now moved up to massage one of your breasts, for he knew they had been aching for his touch. at the added sensation, you threw your head back while simultaneously holding his, your fingers gripping his dark curls.

“am i makin’ you feel good, my love? how’s it feel, baby? tell me, c’mon, i wanna know…”

he kept pausing the work of his sweet affection to mutter the most beautifully filthy words against you, and you always held the opinion that no one could ever match the splendour and capacity for inducing arousal that his soft cadence produced naturally.

he had the perfect bedroom voice even outside the bedroom, and it often made public outings very difficult to deal with when your panties would suddenly start leaking at the mere sound of him talking to somebody.

“so good baby, keep—oh fuck yes, right there…” you moaned in response to his question, knowing that even as michael was now clearly an expert in the field of oral sex, he still always appreciated feedback.

he only enforced the work of his mouth harder, kissing open-mouthed all over your folds and licking side-to-side, up and down. your hips were writhing—you couldn’t help it—and your toes had been curled since he’d started. he was so good with you that the signs of a building orgasm were what you experienced every second throughout.

“you’re so wonderful, sweet girl… i’m sure you’re from heaven or somethin’…” he continued to talk so much sweetness to you as his lips and tongue worked their magic equally. michael was the most gentle lover—you didn’t think anybody could be so gentle. he worshipped every inch of you, and in no way performatively, for truly he lived and breathed to make you happy, and didn’t believe he had ever encountered a woman so beautiful.

but it was ironic to hear him say that he imagined you must be from heaven, because you’d always thought him the most ethereal angel.

“mike—oh baby,” you tugged at his curls, “need your fingers—mmmh—inside me… please…” you gasped, really feeling your orgasm start to approach now.

“oh, i’m sorry sweet thing,” he laughed, pulling back to look up at you with his pretty eyes. his nose was adorned with your juices, and it made you feel even more insane. “y’know, i was getting a little carried away there.”

you smiled, and he began kissing your thighs again. “no, you’re doing perfect, my baby—i just want your fingers now too… ’m so close.”

“oh i know you are, pretty dove. i’ll get you there…”

he resumed the work of his tongue while you fought with yourself to keep your eyes open in order to see the heavenly sight, and then he drew forth two fingers—his index and middle—pushing the first inside slowly. never did he let up the pace of his skilled mouth, sloppily spreading your juices everywhere with each drag of his tongue.

you whined as the first thrust of his finger hit your g-spot, and he laughed softly into your sex. “that’s good right there, huh?”

“so good, ‘s perfect, michael, need another… stretch me out honey…”

without needing to be asked twice, he pushed in his middle finger now, curling it up in tandem with his index, still drawing circles with his tongue over your throbbing clit. his fingers were so perfectly long, meaning he had never suffered any trouble with trying to hit your spot. that had been the easiest part, anatomically because he was so gifted with those hands that he hadn’t needed to try where that element was concerned.

everything else however, was the product of his hard work studying your entire body. a couple minutes later, your orgasm washed over you harshly, though delicate was michael’s touch. he talked you through the sensations as he always did, and caressed your thighs as he licked up the last of your juices. you chuckled at him, scratching gently at his scalp. he looked so pretty in his devotion to you, and how lucky were you that the universe bestowed on you a man with this extent of an obsession to treasure you as you deserved.

“oh you’re divine, sweet girl… there’s nowhere i’d rather be…” still more kisses over your core despite how extremely sensitive you now were, but he was too lost in the demonstration of his love that he had forgotten he might need to pause for a moment while you caught your breath. “don’t wanna stop, honey… y’gonna let me give you another?”

thank you for reading! :) i had to get this out of my system, i can't stop thinking about his pretty face...

✎ᝰ! A pleasure dom through and through. Sex is always about you. Your pleasure comes first, second, and third. He makes sure you cum countless times before he even thinks about his own release. 

✎ᝰ! Absolutely loathes doggy style. It feels too impersonal and unromantic to him; he can’t see your pretty face, can’t kiss your lips, or bury his face in the crook of your neck to suck fresh love marks into your skin. The lack of eye contact actually frustrates him.

✎ᝰ! Makes the filthiest sounds known to mankind. He’s not obnoxiously loud, but he whimpers and groans right against your ear, voice breaking as he tells you no one else has ever made him feel this good, no one else ever could.

✎ᝰ! Does all the “work.” Your only job is to lay there and look pretty for him, taking everything he gives you. Your passivity turns him on beyond belief. He’s forbidden you from riding him or sucking him off because that’s too much effort for his precious girl. You’re meant to be worshipped, not to labor.

✎ᝰ! Michael is high key a freak and not ashamed of it in the slightest.

✎ᝰ! Definitely has a foot fetish, you cannot prove me wrong. He tries to be so discreet about it, but the way he unconsciously focuses on the way your toes curl when he’s deep inside you gives him away each time.

✎ᝰ! He is absolutely infatuated with the way you taste. He could, without exaggeration, spend hours between your warm thighs just making you finish over and over with no breaks in between. He gets easily drunk on your flavour and the sounds you make, his eyes crossing and fluttering from keeping himself on edge while his jaw aches but doesn't dare stop.

✎ᝰ! He rarely subs. The closest it gets is when he’s exhausted but still desperate to take care of you. In those moments he’ll lie back and let you ride him, using his cock like your personal toy while he watches you with hazy, adoring eyes. 

✎ᝰ! He is hung, honey. Seven inches when soft, a thick nine when fully erect. Uncut, girthy, and veiny — the kind of cock that makes your mouth water and think the gods may have you as their favorite.

✎ᝰ! Shamelessly whimpers on the phone with you while slowly stroking his leaking cock when he’s on tour. He needs you to hear exactly what you do to him, even from hundreds of miles away.

✎ᝰ! Loves when it gets messy. He goes feral at the sight of a creamy white ring of your arousal frothing around the base of his thick cock, dripping down his heavy balls with each deep slide.

✎ᝰ! Michael is very handsy. He’s constantly groping and squeezing your soft skin, especially your hips, waist, and love handles, like he can’t you’re real.

✎ᝰ! Is obsessed with the fact that your hand can't fully encircle his cock. Strokes his ego just right.

✎ᝰ! He’s very possessive. The idea of a threesome makes him physically gag, yet he can’t stop fantasizing about having both of your holes filled at the same time. What a delicious dilemma he’s trapped himself in.

✎ᝰ! Steals your panties constantly and uses them when you’re not home. He’ll either wrap the silky fabric around his throbbing cock while he strokes himself or press them to his face, inhaling your scent as he fists his weeping length.

✎ᝰ! On the rare occasions he lets you suck his cock, he always has you lying comfortably on the bed while he stands at the edge. He refuses to let your knees touch the hard floor, that’s too degrading for his sweet girl.

✎ᝰ! Ass eater.

✎ᝰ! Whenever he takes you against a wall from behind, he always puts his hand against the surface so you can rest your cheek on it instead of the cold, hard wall, protecting you even while he’s pounding into you.

✎ᝰ! Extremely attentive to your cycles. Knows exactly when you’re ovulating and becomes even more insatiable, fucking you slower and deeper like he’s trying to make it take.

✎ᝰ! Surprisingly into temperature play. Will run an ice cube down your body before following the cold trail with his hot tongue, especially around your nipples and clit. The contrast makes you arch and shiver so prettily for him.

✎ᝰ! Keeps the lights on or at least dim. He needs to see everything.

✎ᝰ! Gets stupidly turned on when you’re shy in public but filthy for him in private. The contrast makes him want to ruin you the second the door closes.

✎ᝰ! Has an odd yet intense fixation on your pulse points. He’ll spend long minutes sucking and licking at your throat and wrists just to feel your heartbeat fluttering against his tongue.

✎ᝰ! Gets painfully hard just from watching you get dressed in the morning. The way you hook your bra, slide panties up your thighs, or bend over to grab something makes him groan low in his throat. Sometimes he can’t resist pulling you back into bed before you even finish.

✎ᝰ! Obsessed with your nipples. Spends ages teasing them with his tongue, sucking them into his mouth until they’re swollen and sensitive, gently biting just to hear that sharp little gasp you make. 

✎ᝰ! Adores when you wear nothing but jewelry in bed, especially the ones he bought you. The way they sparkle and jingle against your skin while he drives into you is pure art to him.

List of some of his kinks/fetishes:

✎ᝰ! Creampies: He loves filling you up to the absolute brim with his thick, sticky seed. The feeling of his tip kissing pressing against your cervix while he paints the tight sensitive ring white drives him wild. He cums so much that it always leaks out of your spent pussy no matter how deep he buries it.

✎ᝰ! Size kink (not about body size): he is obsessed with the whole “oh, no it's not gonna fit” thing. He loves the slow, careful process of stretching you open on his fingers first, turning you into a leaky, nonverbal mess long before he finally pushes the fat tip of his length inside you. Nothing gets him harder than watching you struggle to take all of him, reduced to a dumb little thing as he fucks you like you were made for him.

✎ᝰ! Light exhibitionism: Loves filming and taking photos of you two while making love, capturing every detail. He secretly fantasizes about someone finding them and seeing exactly how well he can ruin you.

✎ᝰ! Praise kink: Mostly centered on you. He’s always whispering praise about how well you’re taking him, how gorgeous you look all spread open and dripping for him, how perfectly you squeeze around him.

✎ᝰ! Spit kink: He enjoys both giving and receiving. He loves catching you off guard in non-sexual moments. Pulling you into a dim corner of a museum and telling you to be a good girl and open your mouth for him just to watch you blush. On extremely rare submissive nights, he’ll beg so prettily for you to spit in his mouth.

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✎ᝰ! He is always looking for your approval. Always asks for your opinion on a new song, a dance move, or anything he’s working on. He trusts your taste more than anyone else’s!

Giving love languages:

✎ᝰ! Acts of service – he's traditional, but not in that way. You’re so precious to him that he doesn’t want you lifting a single finger. He does everything for you, cooking your favorite meals, running your baths, even washing your hair with the gentlest touch.

✎ᝰ! Gift giving – The man’s  a billionaire (lets not talk about the ethical implication right now.) so trust you’re getting the full princess treatment. He hates when you get shy and say you don’t need anything; please just let him spoil you rotten. He secretly stalks your Pinterest boards and buys everything on your wishlists.

Receiving love languages:

✎ᝰ! Words of affirmation – He lives for your praise. His traumatic childhood left him craving validation, so your words keep him grounded. He needs to know he's doing well or else he'll overwork himself and burn out, thinking that what he’s doing isn’t enough. It doesn’t even have to be spoken, just a soft smile from your direction while he’s in the studio makes him ten times more confident.

✎ᝰ! Physical touch – The poor thing is so touch-starved it’s heartbreaking. The lightest of touches makes him melt instantly. He not so secretly loves being the little spoon and nearly purred the first time you cupped his face in your soft hands.

✎ᝰ! Hates texting, especially when he’s on tour and miles away from you. Your voice is the only thing that keeps him going when the distance becomes unbearable, so you better pick up that phone.

✎ᝰ! Good luck if you’re a morning person, because this man is not letting you leave the bed. His grip around your waist all night is almost concerning. He will indeed, with no hesitation, whine like a baby if you even try to shift away.

✎ᝰ! Always trying to sneak peeks at your chest, then acts deeply offended if you catch him. “How dare you accuse me of such preposterous things?! I’m a gentleman, I assure you!” 

✎ᝰ! A sore loser :( He hates playing board games because you always win (you go diva!).

✎ᝰ! Would actually get rid of Bubbles if you were scared of him. That’s how deep his love for you runs.

✎ᝰ! He is very protective of you. That one time leaving the hotel, he was holding you close as usual when a sleazy paparazzi grabbed your arm. Michael lost it, yelling so loud the other paparazzi actually stopped snapping pictures for a split second out of genuine shock, as no one had ever seen Michael this furious in front of cameras. It was all over the press the next day and he didn’t regret a single word.

✎ᝰ! His favorite pet names for you are: sweet girl, baby, bug, little one, sweetheart. He rarely uses your actual name, it feels way too formal and not intimate enough.

✎ᝰ! Wants you to kiss him while he’s sleeping.

✎ᝰ! Loves gossiping with you about industry drama as he’s got all the inside tea. Ends every gossip session with “But who are we to judge?” as if that undoes anything. Your favorite hypocrite.

✎ᝰ! Makes sure you never see the nasty articles or anything negative written about you. He already feels so guilty that you’re under all this undeserved scrutiny because of him.

✎ᝰ! He is oh so loving and gentle when he finds out that you saw something about your relationship on TV. “Sweet girl, didn't I tell you not to watch this junk? I know baby i know…but you gotta promise me you wont anymore, okay?”

✎ᝰ! Always holds your hand while you’re out in public.

✎ᝰ! He was so nervous to meet your parents he was practically trembling. He wanted your mom to like him most of all.

✎ᝰ! When you were meeting his parents and siblings for the first time, Katherine saw him soothing you and overall being very gentle and loving. She'd never seen her son so in love and nurturing before which made her instantly know you were the one for him.

✎ᝰ! Sends his body guards with you whenever you go out alone. Last time he didn't, the paparazzi found you and caused their usual circus which left you anxious. So ever since then, he's been extra protective of you.

✎ᝰ! When you’re feeling down, he notices immediately. He scoops you up into his arms and cradles you against his chest without a word.

✎ᝰ! He kisses your eyelids every single night before bed.

✎ᝰ! He kind of has separation anxiety, he can’t stand being away from you for long. You’re his everything.

✎ᝰ! Likes to secretly draw you. He’s too shy to ever show you the sketches though.

✎ᝰ! Learned how to make flower crowns just for you. He does a whole little ceremony when he places one on your head and crowns you his princess.

✎ᝰ! Was the first one to say “I love you” and wasn’t nervous at all. He’d never felt this strongly about anyone before, so the words came out with ease.

✎ᝰ! If English isn’t your native language, he’ll secretly learn it and surprise you one day by speaking it fluently. He still gets a little shy about his accent though.

✎ᝰ! Only you are allowed to play with his hair!

✎ᝰ! Your biggest fan! He’s constantly hyping you up and calling you his bestest girl.

✎ᝰ! Loves sitting in comfortable silence and just watching you do your skincare or makeup.

✎ᝰ! Always gets his ass slapped by you when he's wearing jeans and acts so dramatically offended about it. It's not your fault that his butt is just too juicy and irresistible.

✎ᝰ! Prefers when you don’t wear perfume. Your natural scent makes him feel closer to you on a spiritual level.

✎ᝰ! Demands kisses after the most basic accomplishments. “What do you mean you’re not going to kiss me?! I just tied your shoelaces for you!”

✎ᝰ! Always looks to you for fashion inspiration or just your opinions about his outfits. Definitely loves to match with you but in a subtle way. (he's got a questionable understanding of subtleness, so don't be surprised if he literally copies your whole outfit).

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