“ in which you pick up where you left off with otw!michael. ”
.ᐟ warnings & disclaimers: smut ahead, michael info dumps about philosophy, he gets a handjob, y/n overstimulates him, mutual virginity loss, he’s too big, shy and whiny subby!michael, y/n coaches and talks him thru it, mutual reassurance and comfort
✐ a/n: this is the steamy follow-up to relax your mind!!! y/n finally got her some of that dangalangalang
the pages of the thrifted hardcover book made a sharp scraping sound every time he turned them. for the last twenty minutes, the only sound in the bedroom was the eagerness of michael’s voice as he walked you through his findings of a seventeenth-century philosopher whose ideas you couldn't care less about.
he was lying with his back pressed against your chest and his legs stretched out, using your torso as a human pillow. his weight was a warm presence against your lap. lately, he was reading everything he could get his hands on, desperate to expand his mind, and today he was debating consciousness vs the soul.
as he rambled on about this grand new perspective, you looked down at his occupied face. from your angle, his profile was utterly breathtaking. his eyelashes were impossibly long and naturally curled, brushing against the tops of his slightly flushed cheeks every single time he blinked. his short afro was a halo of perfectly defined, tight curls, and a neat line of natural baby hairs softened the edges of his hairline. he looked so young, so entirely brilliant, and yet so beautiful as he yapped away about things that flew right over your head.
you decided tonight was the night to test the waters again. a couple of months ago, you tried to go down on him, but he was too shy. tonight, though, you were going to seduce him so slowly he wouldn't even realize he was surrendering until it was too late. you’d wait again if he refused your advances, but you sure hope that he doesn’t.
leaning forward slightly, you let your index finger drift down to the side of his throat. your fingertips lightly brushed against the thick, pulsing vein in his neck.
the moment your skin made contact, you saw and felt the vein twitch in a fluttery motion. michael briefly paused mid-sentence, his chest hitching, before his voice stuttered and he forced himself to continue talking about the book. he brushed it off.
"michael," you interrupted softly, your voice tickling the tip of his ear.
"hm?" he murmured, keeping his eyes glued to the printed page, though his shoulders had gone noticeably tense against your ribs.
"your eyelashes are so long and pretty," you said, your thumb lightly tracing the high curve of his cheekbone. "it's almost not fair for a guy to have them like this."
before he could answer, you ran your finger lightly across the tips of the dark wispy hairs. michael instinctively closed his eye to keep from getting poked. a deep, dark blush instantly formed across his cheeks.
"thanks, minnie," he mumbled. a shy, breathless giggle escaped his lips as he tried to look back at the text, his mind frantically scrambling to remember what point he was trying to make prior to your distraction.
"now... where was i? he was saying that absolute consciousness..." he started gesticulating to get his point across.
you leaned down further, your lips nearly brushing the shell of his ear as you used two fingers to lightly and playfully tug on the tips of his lashes.
"give them to me. you don't need them!" you grumbled in a silly voice with the vibrations radiating onto his pressed back.
that earned a genuine belly laugh from him. his shoulders shook against you as he closed the book with a soft thud, letting it rest on his stomach. he let out a long, defeated sigh, his head tilting back against your shoulder so he could look up at you upside down.
"you don’t listen," he teased, his big coffee eyes swimming with helpless affection.
"you made me forget exactly what i was about t’say."
"oh. must’ve not been important then, huh?" you whispered.
without giving him a second to retort, you spread your hands out and began dragging the flat, hard backs of your fingernails against the sensitive skin on the sides of his ribcage.
michael immediately squirmed, his entire body reacting to the tickling sensation from your feathery fingers. he let out a squeal, his knees bending as he tried to twist away from the light, torturous friction of your nails.
"y/n! don't do that, you know i'm ticklish right there—"
he was catching on now. the atmosphere in the room completely altered. his breathing was turning shallow, his wide eyes searching yours with a sudden realization that you weren't just playing around anymore.
"continue talkin’ about your stuff," you murmured innocently, your hands migrating away from his ribs but remaining flat against his stomach.
"go on, mike. i'm listenin’."
you weren't listening at all. he squinted his eyes at first but then his eyebrows raised in anticipation and excitement.
testing the waters, you slid one hand down the center of his torso, past the band of his levis. you didn't hesitate. you snaked your palm directly over the length of his growing erection, gripping him firmly through the fabric.
michael’s hips bucked hard against the mattress. your touched earned an involuntary, desperate gasp from the flustered man. his hands flew to the sheets, gripping the material so tightly his knuckles turned ash. he didn't stop you. he didn't pull your hand away or tell you to quit. instead, he just lied there voluntarily trapped.
you slowly undid the fastening of his jeans, the metallic slide of his zipper sounding incredibly loud in the quiet space. sliding your hand right inside his drawls, your bare skin finally made contact with his hot, veiny shaft. he was incredibly hard, a bead of pre-cum already dampening the tip.
as you wrapped your fingers around him, michael completely unraveled.
all the confident, superstar energy he carried on stage was stripped away. he was incredibly sensitive to your touch, his body jumping and twitching at every single upward stroke of your palm.
"oh... oh god, y/n," he whined, his voice breaking into a high, raspy whimper. he slammed his eyes shut, his head thrashing against your shoulder, his slender legs sliding up and down against your legs. he was so embarrassed by how quickly his body surrendered to you, yet he was completely powerless to stop it.
your thumb worked the smooth head of his length, smearing the natural moisture over his skin in a slow, heavy rhythm. every time your palm slid down to the base, lightly pressing against his balls, michael would let out a small, pathetic sob, his toes curling tightly inside his socks as his hips gave little, weak jerks against your hand. he was completely at your mercy, his hands trembling as he brought one arm up to cover his eyes, hiding his face.
"put your arm down, mike," you commanded softly, tightening your grip just a fraction to show him who was in control.
he let out a shaky whine, slowly pulling his arm away from his face. when his eyes opened, they were completely glassy, swimming with a heavy layer of tears and a dark, dilated lust that made his pupils look massive. you craned your neck over his head that was lying against your shoulder to get a glimpse of the picturesque sight. he looked so beautifully undone, his lower lip trembling as he bit down on it to keep from making too much noise.
"is it too much?" you asked, slowing your pace down to a torturous, agonizingly slow crawl.
"no... no, please don't stop," he begged, his voice cracking completely as his hips instinctively followed the movement of your hand, chasing the friction he so desperately needed. "it feels... it feels so good, y/n, please. i-i’m—ngh—sorry i'm being so noisy."
"you don't have to apologize," you whispered, speeding your hand back up, the messy, wet sound of your skin sliding against his filling the air.
michael’s breathing turned into a series of rapid pants, his throat clicking as he swallowed hard, salvia pooling against his teeth. his muscles started locking as the friction brought him closer and closer to the edge. he couldn't handle the intensity; he was so sensitive that every little shift of your fingers made him shudder from head to toe.
"y/n... i'm gonna... i'm gonna mess up," he gasped out, his fingers clawing at your thigh now, holding onto your spare hand for dear life as the pleasure began to blind him. "i'm gonna—y/n, please—"
"do it, michael. right here for me."
with a loud orgasmic cry, michael’s hips bucked sharply into your palm one last time. his entire body locked with his head dug against your chest as his dick repeatedly released his warmth all over your fingers and his own stomach. he shuddered through five long, thick pulses, his chest heaving, leaving him completely spent.
for a long time, the only sound was the uneven sound of his breathing. michael slowly opened his eyes, looking down at the messy reality of his stomach and your covered hand, before turning on his side and hiding his face right into the crook of your neck, his body trembling with sweet, lingering embarrassment as you gently held him close.
the sounds of michael’s breathing slowly began to level out, his chest rising and falling in long, shallow dips against your collarbone. his long arms draped limply over the mattress with his skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat under the bedroom’s warm atmosphere. you milked him dry and turned his brain off. his eyes were half-lidded with his curls slightly crushed against your shoulder after his paralyzing orgasm.
but you weren't finished with him yet.
without warning, you slid your slick palm down his stomach and suddenly gripped his softening shaft, squeezing the thick base firmly.
michael’s eyes shot wide open, his pupils dilating instantly as he let out a loud cry—a mix of a gasp and a whimpering shout—his entire torso arching completely off your chest as he quickly turned back on his back. his knees flexed into the mattress, his hips giving a desperate, involuntary jerk away from your hand as the sensitivity of his skin radiated under your touch.
"y/n! oh, god!" he cried out, his voice cracking as he reached down with a trembling, slick hand to weakly grasp your wrist, trying to pull you away without hurting you. he was panting heavily, his chest heaving and his already flushed cheeks growing a deeper shade of red.
"it's too much, it's too sensitive—"
you couldn't help but let out a soft, wicked laugh at the absolute power you held over him. you didn't let go, keeping your fingers loosely coiled around him, and something about the sound of your laughter at his expense made his shaft twitch firmly right inside your palm, hardening slightly all over again.
you let out a faux, exaggerated aww, pouting your lips into a puppy-dog face as you looked down at his stunned face.
"what do you mean you can't take anymore, mike? you can't be tapped out already. i thought we were just gettin’ started."
michael’s throat clicked as he swallowed hard, his large boba eyes searching your face with a mixture of raw, helpless lust and total bewilderment. you leaned down, your lips hovering just inches from his nose.
"what are you gonna do about me next, michael?"
he knew exactly what you meant. the question hung heavily in the warm air between you, but he never crossed that line before. the reality of what it meant to actually penetrate a woman, to lose his virginity after twenty-one years of strict religious restraint and performing nonstop made his stomach flip. he gulped, his eyes instantly dropping down to the sheets.
you had never done it either, but the shared inexperience wasn't going to deter you tonight. you came too far to let him slip back into his shell.
reaching up with your free hand, you gently but firmly caught his chin, forcing his head up so his eyes had no choice but to lock back onto yours.
"look at me, mike," you whispered, your voice softening into a deeply reassuring, tender tone.
"i'm a virgin too. we're in the exact same place."
he didn't have to say it for you to know; the beating of his heart against your ribs and the innocent hesitation in his touch already told you everything. but hearing you voice the truth and seeing the desire in your eyes gave him a small boost of motivation and courage.
slowly, michael shifted his weight. he pushed himself up from your chest as he turned toward you. he sat back on his knees between your thighs. his jeans were completely ruined, pushed down around his hips, and his shirt hung completely open, exposing the smooth, muscular definition of his chest and abdomen.
"i just... i don't wanna mess up, y/n," he confessed softly, his voice trembling. his large hands rested flat on his own thighs, his knuckles tense.
"i want it to be perfect for you. i don't want to hurt you."
you reached forward, resting your palms against his warm and broad thumping chest.
"you can't mess up, michael," you told him, holding his gaze. "just... pretend you're like yourself on stage. confident. worry-free. just let yourself go."
the advice seemed to strike a chord deep within the entertainer inside him. michael closed his eyes, taking a few deep breaths to steady the trembling in his limbs. when he opened his eyes again, the panic receded significantly and was replaced with a sense of clarity and a surge of confidence—even if it was only temporary.
"take my clothes off, michael," you commanded gently.
he obeyed immediately. he reached for the hem of your top. he took his time, but there was no hesitation left in his hands. he slid the fabric up over your head, his eyes glued to the perkiness od your rounded breasts. his hand ghosted over your nipple hesitantly as you gave him a gentle nod.
he softly gripped your underboob as he ran his thumb across the sensitive bud, earning a lip bite from you
his large palms smoothed down the curves of your waist, gently sliding your remaining undergarments down your legs until you were lying completely bare beneath his heavy gaze. his hands were shaking again seeing your nude body up close and personal. you were as gorgeous as he imagined you to be. your neatly trimmed bush had a thick, glistening glob of precum smeared on top of it and surrounding your anus; your arousal for him was very evident, which made his shaft jerk. your pussy lips were just barely parted, giving him a glimpse into your taffy labia. his own precum was leaking from his reddish brown tip ever so slowly.
michael hovered over you, his shoulders blocking out the rest of the view as he slowly crawled between your thighs. the size of his dick was staggering as he aligned himself against your entrance. the thick head of his length brushed against your slick, natural moisture, opening it further. you jerked upward, your stomach clenched as your hands flew up to his forearms to brace yourself. your heart was beating wildly; this was the moment you’ve been waiting for. he let out a low, shaky exhale, his body trembling as he slowly began to push his way inside you. he quietly whispered a prayer to himself.
"ah—wait, mike, stop," you suddenly gasped out, your fingers digging deep into the muscles of his forearms.
he froze instantly, his chest heaving as he held himself perfectly still. you had to have him stop a few times right at the beginning; his length and thickness were entirely too much for your body to accommodate all at once. the foreign, stretching pressure sent a sharp, stinging sensation through you, causing your tight walls to pulsate frantically, squeezing down around his shaft in tight waves as your body tried to adapt to the intrusion.
“you’re too big...” you mumble shifting your weight to try and adjust. you felt the way it pulsed inside of you from what you said.
michael tried his absolute best to play it cool, keeping his jaw clenched and his face composed, but that crushing sensation of your walls devouring him was driving him wild inside. his forehead broke out in a fresh layer of sweat, his teeth sinking deeply into his plush lower lip as he fought the desperate urge to just thrust deep into your warmth. he knew right then and there that he wasn't going to last long—you were so incredibly warm, extremely tight, and so beautifully wet that every single fraction of an inch pushed deeper into you felt like torture.
"you okay, pretty girl?" he forced out, his voice incredibly raspy, thick with the effort it took to hold himself back.
"i'm going slow. i promise."
you nodded weakly, taking deep breaths as the initial sting began to dissolve, replaced by a deep ache of pure pleasure. eventually, your tight hole adapted to his size, yielding to his presence. feeling the tension ease, michael slowly began to stroke you, burying his full length delicately inside your walls, establishing a slow cadence that made the mattress creak softly beneath you.
at first, your moans were barely audible—just tiny, breathless whimpers from your ajar lips as you adjusted to the consuming fullness of him. but as he continued to slide in and out, his large hips started driving forward with a steady momentum. the pleasure began to override your vocal reluctance. your moans grew louder, echoing clearly in the quiet space of the bedroom.
hearing those sounds unleashed something in him. a beautiful smile cut across his features, his deep dimples carving into his cheeks. to michael, your moans were the sweetest, cutest and most magnificent noise he had ever heard in his entire life. he couldn't stop looking at you. he kept his eyes locked onto your face, completely captivated by the way your eyes were rolled back, your lips parted as you nibbled on your index finger to soothe yourself. you looked so incredibly small, so entirely vulnerable and precious underneath him completely surrendered to his touch.
needing more, you reached down between your bodies, your fingers trembling as you grabbed his large hand and dragged it down to the swollen, hyper-sensitive knot of your clit.
"mike... touch it," you panted, your hip bones stuttering against his.
"like this?" he asked softly. he adjusted his grip, using the large, pad of his thumb to softly stroke the sensitive bundle of nerves.
the reaction was instantaneous. you let out a loud whimper and a mmm, your back arching off the bed and your legs spreading wider. your tight walls clamped down around his shaft like a vice.
michael let out a low grunt at the sudden squeeze, slowly losing his control. he reached down and hooked his arms underneath your knees, pulling you up flush against his chest. the new angle drove him impossibly deeper inside you, hitting your sweet spot with brutal accuracy. he picked up his pace, his thrusts turning faster, harder, and far more urgent.
“you’re so good mich—god!” you exclaim, boosting his confidence with your verbal confirmation.
he intertwined his long fingers with yours, pinning your hands to the sheets on either side of your head. he tried his absolute best to hold back his own moans, his jaw clenching as he fought to keep the sounds trapped in his chest, his shyness still making him want to remain quiet. tears were starting to well in his eyes from the intense pleasure.
you pulled your head back against the pillow, your eyes half-closed and glassy as you found your words through the haze of pleasure.
"michael... your voice," you breathlessly panted, looking up at his sweating face. "don't be quiet. it's so beautiful... let me hear you."
slowly, michael began to quietly whimper, letting out soft, airy moans alongside yours as he buried his face directly into the crook of your neck and shoulder. his hot, rapid breath tickled your neck, sending shivers down your spine, before his lips suddenly pressed against your skin. he began to suck on the sensitive flesh of your throat—needing something, anything, to soothe the agonizing fact that his balls were about to completely explode.
he pulled you even tighter against him, his broad chest crushing your breasts as his hips drove into yours with a frantic, uncoordinated speed. the sudden, deep and sharp penetration caused you to shout out
"y/n... oh, god, y/n," he whined into your shoulder, his body shaking from head to toe as his muscles locked up. his thrusts turned shallow and frantic.
"i can't—i can't hold it anymore! i'm sorry... i'm about to mess up. i'm coming, baby, i'm coming—"
he began apologizing and spewing out straight nonsense as he shut his eyes.
with a final, deep plunge, michael completely lost control. he began coming inside you like a fountain, his length throbbing violently, repeatedly in your swollen hole as he released his warmth deep within you. he shivered against you, his voice breaking into a series of high, breathless cries as he buried his face in your hair.
the intense, throbbing sensation of his release was the exact trigger your body needed. you came immediately after him, your tight, exhausted walls convulsing in an intense spasm that devoured his shaft, milking him for every single drop he had left. you let out a long curling moan, your fingers gripping the skin of his back as your own climax took you through it. your bodies were slippery from the sweat now.
slowly, michael gathered the strength to move. he pushed himself up onto his elbows, looking down at you with a gaze that was so entirely soft that it made your chest ache. he leaned in, his lips parted as he weakly, tenderly pressed a wet, lingering kiss to your mouth.
michael carefully, slowly slid his length out of your body, a soft, involuntary whine escaping his lips at the loss of your warmth.
like clockwork, his shyness came right back as he watched your hole expand to push out his thick, hot cum repeatedly. he quickly pulled the heavy comforter up over both of your bodies, tucking you in as if trying to hide the evidence of what he just did.
"i'm sorry," he whispered automatically, his voice incredibly small as he refused to look you directly in the eye. he rubbed the back of his neck.
"i... i ruined you. are you okay? did i hurt you too much?"
you couldn't help but smile, reaching out from beneath the sheets to take his hand.
"michael, look at me. you didn't hurt me. it was perfect."
hearing your reassurance, his shoulders visibly relaxed. he shifted closer to you, pulling you into his arms and tucking your head underneath his chin. his large, warm hand began to slowly rub your back in soothing circles, his touch incredibly light as he quietly held you. you two didn’t say anything else for a while. you smiled to yourself knowing you finally got him where you want him.
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