Mouth - Michael Jackson x Reader
Summary: Michael (35) can’t get enough of his wife’s (23) mouth.
Warnings: 18+, fluff, smut, age gap, light use of daddy, praise, mouth obsession/praise, switch/dom!michael x switch/sub!reader, pet names, literally no plot just smut, tbc
“Come on.. baby…” Michael’s voice trailed off into a whisper away from the phone nestled between his ear and shoulder. A smirk daring to tug on the corners of his mouth.
You giggled sneakily as you propped yourself up on the couch pillow to pepper kisses down his neck instead of all over his face like you were previously.
You couldn’t help it, you’ve been with him for almost three years, (married for one) and he only gets more delicious by the day. He’s twelve years your senior and everything about him is attractive to you.
The way he taps his long, slender fingers on the side of his laptop with his glasses sitting perfectly on the bridge of his button nose. The way he speaks on the phone about his business ventures that you’re clueless about, the way he tucks his bottom lip in between his teeth while typing or writing out notes. Everything.
He can’t help but squirm underneath you. Your pillowy soft lips trailing open-mouthed kisses from that sweet spot below his ear to the nook of his neck are more than enough to pull him away from his work for the day.
“Uhh.. yeah… yup. Sounds good to me, John. Sure.. yeah. Talk to you later, yeah. Uh huh. Great! Goodbye, John.” In one swift movement he rushes off the phone and hooks his arm around your waist pulling you onto his lap.
“What happened?” You questioned innocently, now facing him with both of your knees resting on either side of his hips.
“What happened?” He cocked his eyebrow at you suspiciously. He rested his hands on the small of your back, rubbing them up and down from your ribs.
“When you kiss me like that I can’t focus, baby.”
“Well what’s wrong with that?” You began tracing your finger along the neckline of his shirt teasingly.
You were good at this. You loved to play dumb and act as if you didn’t know the smallest things that made him tick. And the best part was he loved it too. Soft touches to his neck was a huge weakness of his. Your lips on him at all was his even bigger weakness.
His eyelashes fluttered at the delicate, intentional touches.
“N-nothing, my love. C’mere.” He cradled the back of your head to pull you closer to his hungry lips. He kissed you so slowly, so tenderly. His mouth took it’s time against yours and worked in perfect sync with you. Your hands played in his hair and tugged slightly, earning small whimpers from him into your mouth occasionally. His tongue crawled past your lips savoring the taste of you.
“I love you so much.” He moaned into the kiss, pulling you more flush against his body.
His mumbled affection had a familiar sensation creeping up to your core, causing you to grind against him slowly in seek of release. He placed both of his hands on your hips to bring them to a halt. The sudden loss of friction causing you to whine against his lips.
“Not yet, baby.” He whispered into the kiss.
You pulled back. “Please, Mikey… I’m aching. I need you.” You pled desperately.
“I know, baby.. I know, I’m so sorry.” He pouted sympathetically.
As you leaned forward voraciously to resume the heated session, you were stopped only millimeters away from his face by his fingers tangled in your hair. He tugged lightly downward causing your head to tilt back slightly and earning a low, deprived moan from you.
You felt his bulge grow beneath you. The intoxicating sound of your desperate pleas provoked his own hips to thrust slightly. Your sex throbbed torturously at the euphoric pressure.
He studied your face in awe. He loved you needy like this.
The way your eyebrows scrunched upward, your eyes glossy and hooded with arousal, your cheeks flushed and warm to the touch. His breath hitched as his gaze hit your mouth and his own began to water. Your lips; parted ever so slightly, still wet and swollen from his wolfish kisses.
Keeping your head tilted, he brought you closer. His eyes flicked up to yours briefly.
When he looked up at you, you swore you could actually see the word “lust” engraved in his sparkly irises.
His eyes fixated back onto your mouth. He flicked his tongue across your lips vertically, slowly licking from the very bottom of your bottom lip to your defined cupids bow. You didn’t purse your lips or attempt to kiss him, you knew what he was doing.
His fascination with your mouth isn’t new, he praised it often. He always complimented how silky and plump your lips were. Watching you apply lip gloss was enough to drive him over the edge. His knees buckled at the sight of your glazed lips puckering at themselves in the mirror. If he was ever lucky enough to witness this it would result in him begging for you to kiss him. Not demanding, not even really asking - begging. Insisting he needed to feel your lips, and he couldn’t live without them.
“Stick your tongue out for me, baby.” He directed in a low, husky tone that sent chills up your spine.
You eagerly obliged and he ogled at the sight, a desperate moan fleeing his throat. Your glistening tongue sticking out past your bottom lip, waiting and ready for him.
His dick twitched uncontrollably underneath you.
He licked the tip of the warm muscle before sucking gently on it earning a slew of strained moans from both of you.
“Michael..” you cried.
His lips met yours again, finally. The sloppy smacks to each other’s lips were causing your hips to involuntarily buck up, chasing the high.
He released your hair and wrapped his large hand around your throat pulling you deeper into him.
You continue to rock back and forth on his length, whimpering and whining endlessly against his mouth. The feeling of his bulge twitching beneath his stiff black Levi’s and rubbing against your clit perfectly was almost too much to bear.
He disconnected your lips and threw his head back, reveling in the feeling of you grinding desperately on top of him.
“You’re doing such a good job, baby.” He moans lowly, drawing out his words.
“I need you… please..” you cried out, breathlessly. “So bad… I’ll do anything.”
He glided his hand down your torso, grazing your erect nipple through your thin tank top causing you to wince. He reached in between you, palming at your soaked core through your cloth shorts.
“Yes! God, please. Touch me.” You gasped.
He reached inside your bottoms, perfectly placing the inside of his middle finger in between your drenched folds.
“So wet..” he whispered to himself. “You really want me, baby?” He said through a smirk, tucking his bottom lip between his teeth.
“Yes, daddy. So bad. I need you. I-“
“Stand up.” He interrupted.
His newfound confidence turned you on all the more, you loved the way he bossed you around and demanded your pleasure. His gentle demeanor never changes though; no matter how much confidence he gains in pleasing you, he’s never too rough.
While you stood up, his heavy hands rested at the sides of your thighs. He traced his fingers along the hem of your shorts as goosebumps spread across your torso. He peered up at you through his wispy lashes as he began to pull your shorts down. Once they reached your ankles, he politely took your hand in his, making it easier for you to step out of them.
As you stood in front of him with your lower half now bare, your pussy glistened and sparkled with your juices. The stickiness leaking slowly down your inner thigh.
He never gets over how wet you get for him. It’s still hard for him to believe he can do this to you.
He used his middle finger to collect some of your wetness. You shivered at the contact and began slowly combing your fingers through his full, black hair.
“For me?” He looked up at you.
“Yes, baby. All for you. Only you.” You reassured avidly.
He stuck his tongue out and placed his finger on top of it, taking in the sweetness of your nectar. He hummed at the taste.
“Come here.” He patted his lap, motioning you to reassume your position.
Once you settled onto his lap, he slipped his hand between you, raising his middle finger a bit to add pressure to your throbbing core.
“Use me..” he trailed off. “Use my hand, I wanna watch you… Please?” The natural timidness in him coming out.
“You’re so dirty, baby.” You teased, internally predicting the blush spreading across his face. “I’d love to.”
A satisfied smirk appeared as he looked up at you before reconnecting your lips hungrily.
You began slowly grinding against his finger, almost shrieking with pleasure at how delicious his long thick digit felt against your clit. Your slick arousal allowing you to glide with ease.
“Just like that, baby.” He cooed breathily into your mouth.
Your head flew back at the sounds of his praise. You rested both of your hands on his chest for balance, grasping and gripping his cotton t-shirt mindlessly.
“It feels so good, Mikey. Fuuuck.. please. Please….” Tears teased the outer corners of your eyes, falling once you squeezed them shut. His large hands were one of your favorite parts about him and him letting you use them to get yourself off like this felt like such a privilege.
With his free hand, he pulled the neckline of your top down revealing your soft breasts. He took one of your hardened nipples into his mouth, sucking and flicking his tongue against it. He began massaging the other, pinching and flicking the way you like.
“Oh my god… yes! Fuck..” you panted. “Please, don’t stop, baby.”
Your lower abdomen began fluttering, the sensation spreading throughout your lower half. A familiar feeling you’ve only ever felt through Michael. You started clenching atop his fingers and he instinctively curled his middle and ring finger up, entering you.
“Ah! Michael… baby… I’m cl-close. I’m s-so close.” You arched into him as your rocking became erratic, twitching on top of him and losing all sense of self.
He began darting his fingers upwards inside you, pushing them as far as they can reach. He massaged your walls mercilessly as he used the heel of his palm to add pressure to your aching nub, the squelching sounds of the sinful act filling the room. The tight cord in your lower abdomen snapped.
“You.. I- it’s.. I-I’m-I’m cu…” Your eyes rolled in the back of your head as your mouth fell open, silently. Not even the sound of you breathing was audible, you couldn’t. Your eyebrows knitted together and you gasped for air. You grabbed his wrist harshly and gyrated and vibrated on top of his hand dripping with your release.
“You look so pretty, Bambi.” He admired, not letting up his fast paced finger movements.
You could only moan in response. Watching him watch you come undone on top of his hand with such pride was driving you over the edge, leaving you speechless.
He looked at you with stars in his eyes. Your quivering bottom lip made him feel weak. He can’t believe someone as beautiful and sweet as you belongs to him, and he’s the only one who can make you feel like this.
You collapsed onto his warm chest. “Thank you, baby. I love you.” You whispered in between deep breaths.
Before he could respond, you lifted your head up slightly and placed a loving kiss to his lips. He turned his head partially to break the kiss but still keeping your faces close. He took his fingers from your leaking core and placed his middle finger in his mouth. His eyes fluttered shut at the sweet taste as he moaned around his own finger. You salivated at the sight.
Without a word, he stuck out his ring finger and gently pushed it into your mouth. You wrapped your lips around his finger and hollowed your cheeks as he tenderly pushed it deeper into your mouth, you purred at the metallic taste of his wedding ring.
“Get on your knees for me, kitten. I wanna see something.” He whispered into your ear.
Almost instantly you slid off the couch and were on your knees. You knelt waiting with the biggest smile plastered to your face. You practically had a tail wagging behind you.
You couldn’t believe he was gonna let you finally suck him off. You’ve tried many times throughout the course of your marriage but his response was always something along the lines of, “I don’t want you to hurt yourself, lovey.” Aware of his own size. Even when you insisted, he was still set on never allowing you to exert yourself for his pleasure.
He chuckled to himself at your eagerness.
AN: my first post muahaha partttt twoooo maybee???
