the bed dipped as you placed your knee closer to michael's stretched out thigh, adjusting your position so that you could lean forward while using you hand to pump his hard and lengthy dick up and down at a steady pace.

the bedroom was quiet except for the wet sound of michael's precum as you jerked him off. as well as the occasional soft, deep rooted groans and whines, and the moist sounds of lips on skin.

michael was laying down, pillows bunched up beneath his head. strands of disheveled curls sprayed across the pillows, some strands falling into his face. you sat in between michael's legs, running a hand slowly up and down his thigh in a soothing motion while using your other hand to stroke his dick.

the pace of the night was very, very slow. and perhaps it was better this way because michael was very, very tired. he had a both physically and mentally demanding day. you knew this from the way his shoulders and eyes were heavy when he came back earlier. yet despite that exhaustion, he still kissed you into the mattress and roamed his hands all over your body. that was when you had suggested taking care of him for one night.

michael let out a moan from beneath you— a small, involuntary cry that sounded closer to a whine than anything. you kept your pace steady and gentle, leaning forward to place tender kisses on his neck and chest. michael hummed softly as you did so, eyes lidded as he watched you from underneath long lashes.

you laughed softly at his expression, "sorry, baby. I know you're tired." you said, taking your hand off of his dick and moving up more to cradle him and line yourself up with him. michael places his hands on your waist, rubbing his thumbs in gentle circle similar to the way that you were rubbing his thigh.

having been prepared already, you sunk down onto his dick gently and smoothly, letting out a choked out gasp once you took him fully. michael sucked in a breath, letting out a small curse.

"..god, you feel s'good, mama." he sighed out. his eyes fluttered closed in a way that you couldn't tell if it was from pleasure or if he was genuinely falling asleep with his dick in you but you quickly begin to move. he groaned, eyes opening again just to watch you bounce up and down with growing desperation.

"fuck, you feel so good, mike.. s-so fuckin' good. ah!" you jerked, curses spilling from your lips with every inch swallowed into your wet pussy….

he gasps at the lewd sounds of you kneeling down before him, mouth wrapped around his dick as you swallow him deep and slow. his hand is tangled tightly in your hair, and he uses all of his self-control to not push or pull at it.

you bring your mouth up, using your tongue to circle around his wet tip, earning a soft curse from the man above you. one of your hands grabs his thigh for leverage while the other wraps around his dick, and you pump him with impressive speed.

"look at you.." you whisper, looking up at his expression with eyes full of mischief. "you're so sexy, baby."

he can’t respond. he's so sensitive. his thighs trembling, his chest heaving up and down, dick twitching, and his whimpers are much more high pitched than they were before.

the two of you have been at this for.. you aren't even sure exactly how long, but you remember sitting on the bed while michael was in the shower.

your mind was going wild while he was in that shower, and all of a sudden all your senses screamed that you needed him. lately, he's been treating you so right, you wanted to reward him. you wanted to hear him, needed to pleasure him. so you did. as soon as he got out of the bathroom, towel wrapped around his waist and his hair still dripping with faint water drops, you jumped right onto him, and he didn't stop you.

you've already made him cum once, but you're not done.

you slow down your pace on the base of his dick, watching as his eyes snap open. glistening prettily and teary under the dim lamp light in the bedroom.

"no. no, baby, please don't stop-"

you lick your lips, fighting the urge to grin at the fact that he's begging.

"no more closin' your eyes. i wanna see you."

he nods desperately, barley registering your words and only longing to be touched.

"okay. okayokay. i won't close 'em- just— please, i needa cum."

“patience, angel.." you hum, letting your hand fall from his stiff and aching dick— michael whines dramatically at the loss of contact— and placing kisses along his thigh.

michael has some strong ass thighs, which makes sense considering what he does. he knows you love them, because whenever you’re on your knees infront of him, giving him head or a handjob, you always kiss his thighs.

and usually he loves it. but right now it feels like borderline torture.

"god, baby, please. you know what you’re doin'.."

his pleading makes hunger swirl deep within you. you bat your lashes, feining innocence as you pull away from his thighs, your mouth hovering over his cock.

you let out a small, breathy laugh. "you gonna beg for it?"

michael groans, "I've been doing that-"

interrupting him, you grab his dick roughly and begin an agonizingly slow and steady pace which causes him to suck in a breath. the words fall from his tongue quick as his mouth falls agape.

his mewls and whines fill the room before he whispers, "faster."

you use a fake pitying tone, playing with him."you want me to go faster, angel?"

he nods, swallowing deeply.

you hum. "then get to begging."

he's quiet for a moment, which causes you to slow down your already painfully slow pace, almost coming to a stop.

"nono- ugh!" he protests, shaking his head. "please. please, I'm begging, baby, please. come on!"

two options pop up in your head. one, you can be nice and give him what he wants because, fuck is his begging absolutely winning you over. or two, you can be a bit mean and make him beg just a tiny bit more.

you almost choose to be mean, but while watching his face, you watch as a tear falls from his big, beautiful eyes that he's been desperately trying to keep open for you since you've told him to. your heart softens a smidge, and you spit into your palm before wrapping your hand around his dick once more and tightening your grip. quickening your pace, pumping up and down and twisting.

michael gasps, throwing his head back into the wall again as he rambles. "fuck, thank you. ah, I love you— god, I loveyousomuch-"

you replace your hand with your mouth and he immediately brings his own hand back down to grip your hair, not able to stop himself this time - fucking your face wildly. you moan around him, sending a vibration right up his cock. you take him so deep, your eyes stinging with tears, but you don't take you eyes off of him.

michael was gorgeous like this. water droplets from his shower not too long ago still faintly dripping down his chest and temple. sweat causes his hair to stick to his forehead.

it doesn't take long for him to reach his limit, his eyes scrunching closed and his mouth falling open and he holds your head steady, and deep onto his dick as milky, warm cum shoots right into your mouth.

"..fuck," he heaves, letting go of your hair. You ease off of him, swallowing what was in your mouth and looking up at him with a mischievous smile.

"you alright?" he asks softly, cupping your cheek with his hand. you hum.

"never better.."

it started subtly at first with his hand intertwined with yours, or his hand rested lightly on your waist or back. then it got to where he would pull you right into his side and hug around your waist with one arm. or, when the two of you were in a private enough space, he'd pull you right into his lap to plant a kiss right onto your face.

he'd do all of it as if it was an instict; it simply came natural to him. and of course you never complained. how could you, when he'd embrace you so affectionantly and look at you with those beautiful brown eyes that you get lost in everytime you look at him? infact, you found yourself reciprocating the affection. sometimes being the one to pull him close, or being the one to kiss him on the cheek and then bite down a laugh when he gives a flustured reaction.

the only issue with both of your habits of being concerningly close in proximity with eachother is that your relationship is supposed to be kept a secret from the public, and the clinginess does absolutely nothing to hide the fact that the two of you dating. you know this, yet you can't seem to stop and michael can't seem to bring himself to care.

"angel, i'm tellin' you. when we're outside, it's either you're holding my hand, or you don't touch me at all." you say strictly, perched up on michael's lap in his bedroom in hayvenhurst and facing him, your fingers tiwrling his short curls around one of your fingers. the way he looks at you seems almost devestating as he responds,

"baby.." he almost pleads as his eyebrows crease, already knowing how the conversation will end due to having it multiple times over the past few weeks. "i already told you, i'm not gonna stop myself from loving you just 'cause a few people'll are watching."

you bring your finger down to the corner of his mouth. "yes, but before we started this, we had a talk. remember? we came to the conclusion that we'd keep our relationship a secret from the public, because we didn't wanna deal with the stress. and you," you lean closer, your forehead against his, "sneaking behind me to slip your arm around me is only gonna get us found out, and you know that for a fact."

his eyes flicker away for a moment before meeting yours again, and he sheepishly shrugs. "i know, i know. im sorry, i'll work on it. but it's hard not to when you look at me like that when we're in public together."

you pull away from him. "like what?"

"..like you're lovestruck or somethin'."

his response emits a laugh within you, " of course i stare at you all lovingly, angel. regardless of where we are, you're my boyfriend and i love you."

he gives a small lip-bitten smile, placing his hands lightly on your waist and pulling you closer. you feel him rest his head on your shoulder and you bring your hands up to embrace him. he inhales deeply, the comforting scent of your perfume filling his nose, before exhaling.

"i'll keep my hands to myself." he promises, voice muffled into your shoulder. with a lighthearted laugh, you press a kiss to his curls at the top of his head. "i will to. and you can have me all to yourself in private, alright?" he hums, closing his eyes.

You glance over as Michael lowers himself onto the empty space of log beside you, opening the bag of marshmallows that you insisted that they buy before coming to the campsite so that the two of you could make smores. What is a camping date without smores?

You glance away from the fire, turning your gaze to Michael. The warmth and light of the flames infront of you two casting a golden glow over his features. He busies him self with taking marshmallows out and placing them into wooden sticks.

Since it's also October, Michael had pulled up to your house earlier on and requested that the two of you go on a date. When you asked where to, he responded with camping. You were reluctant to go at first, not particularly fond of being bit up by mosquitos and sleeping in a tent all in the middle of nowhere, but Michael had kindly promised that he'll keep her safe, and that he'll ensure that she has fun. He promised that with those big, brown trusting eyes of his. So eventually you folded and agreed to go.

It wasn't your fault, really. Who could deny someone like Michael?

Besides, you two have been dating for a little over a month now. Even if that doesn't seem like too long, you trust him more than anyone you've ever dated. That says a lot about him.

You don't realize that you've been rubbing your arms until Michael places his sweater over your shoulders, to which you thank him quietly and pull the fabric tighter around yourself with a content smile.

"No problem." He says quietly, handing you a stick with a marshmallow impaled ontop of it.

The two of you place the marshmallows over the fire, twisting and turning them occasionally so that they're toasty. It's quiet as you do so, but not an uncomfortable quietness. You find that with Michael, quietness never is uncomfortable.

Still, you want to talk to him.

"You camp often? You probably enjoy it a lot, since you wanted to take me." You ask, your eyes remaining in the bright fire and your marshmallow.

Michael turns his head to face you, glancing down briefly — almost bashfully, before shaking his head.

"..No, not at all." He responds, "I just.." He turns his head back to the fire. "Wanted to try somethin' new. So.. I thought this would be fine."

You laugh softly, "I'll say, Michael, bringing a girl camping on a date ain't exactly common."

He bites his lip to suppress a sheepish smile. "I know that, I just-"

"But I'm enjoyin' myself. So consider yourself lucky." You joke lightly.

With a smile, he glances back towards you before shaking his head fondly. "Guess I am lucky." He says.

The wind picks up, a soft breeze blowing through the air and cold air causing goosebumps to emerge onto your skin. Instinctively, the two of you scoots closer to the fire in unison, causing the both of you to move closer to each other without realizing it.

Neither of you move away.

As the night goes on, the two of you chat on and on as you eat your marshmallows and open a box of crackers and some chocolate to create s'mores.

In the middle of you telling Michael a story, however, a faint rustle of leaves catches his attention, a sound you barley registered, but seeing Michael's reaction causes you to pause.

"Michael?" You glance to the direction that he was currently staring down, but all you see is darkness.

Before you and Michael began dating; when the two of you were just talking, you weren't aware of his secret. As time passed, however, he finally became comfortable enough to tell you that he was part werecat. At first, you thought that he was simply joking and trying to get a reaction out of you, but he was serious. He had showed you the same night that he could make his wolven features disappear and reappear as he pleased.

Most of the time, he can control whenever his curly, pointy ears pop out. Or whenever a fluffy tail spikes out behind him.

Perhaps not this time.

A particularly loud sound in the woods causes Michael to straighten up instinctively, and be immediately cranes his neck to search the dark woods behind them. All playfulness erased from his expression, replaced with instinct and caution.

You follow his gaze and find nothing, but his senses are much stronger than yours.

Normally, you would probably be scared as well. Him sensing some sort of danger would have startled you into a state of caution as well, but you think that he simply just got startled by a loud noise. No actual danger.

And honestly, it's hard to be scared when your boyfriend just appeared with ears and a tail within seconds. You'd never seen them just pop out like this.

"Michael." You try again, trying your best not to let out a laugh. He turns towards you, but still obviously on edge.

"Michael," you grin, your attempt at not laughing rendering unsuccessful. "There's nothing there. We're fine."

Michael exhales softly, closing his eyes. Probably embarrassed.

"Sorry," he mumbles, "Sometimes I get.."

He doesn't get a chance to finish his sentence endure your hand is already scratching the back of one of the ears on his head. You probably shouldn't be touching them, but honestly your instinct had taken over, and you just could not resist.

"Baby—"

"They're so soft, Michael!" You gasp, inching closer and looking absolutely awestruck by your new discovery.

Michael however is having less of a good time. Or at least that's what he wants you to think as he groans and brings a hand up to cover his face.

He shoulders visibly relax as you continue, and he leans into your touch. You can't help but find him cute.

"You're the cutest, you know? Spooked 'cause of a branch. This is my get back for that time we were watching a scary movie and you laughed at me when I screamed at a jumoscare." You declare, bringing his head closer to you.

I write for black!reader. most of my works will be soft!dom michael or sub!michael.. I’m not good at writing degrading or hard!dom, so i probably won’t have much of that in my fics 💔 but I’m very open to requests !!

(requests always open! ≽^• ˕ • ྀི≼)

tiny about me: my name is jj! 🫶🏾🫶🏾 my favorite mj eras are otw, thriller, and history. I’m also a HUGEE fan of the J5, my absolute favorite j5 song being “dancing machine” (I can literally listen to that shit on repeat all day something about it is just soooo😫) and I like to collect records! 🪽