mature!michael x younger wife!reader
⤷ in which ... you and michael attend the 2002 AMA's and enjoy a great night together
⤷ warnings! ... MDNI!!! - use of y/n, baby, my love, age gap, smut, fluff, p n v, unprotected sex (bad idea), softdom!michael, slight praise kink, making love, creampie - not proof read!
I walk down the grand staircase in our shared home. I hear his footsteps approaching the staircase, and he rounds the corner. When he sees me, his jaw drops slightly.
"y/n. You look breathtaking, my love." He takes my hand as i walk down the remaining couple steps.
"I match you." I smile at him, looking between our matching outfits. He is in a silver glittery jacket with black and gold detailing, going along with his black pants and classic black loafers. I am in a silver, glittery, strapless dress with a corset top and black-and-gold detailing, along with my simple black heels to tie the outfit together.
"You're out dressing me." He chuckles, leaning in to kiss my cheek. After, I walk into the kitchen
"No, we both look great." I grab my handbag from the counter, turning back around to face him.
"Ready to go?" I take his hand.
He nods, leading me out of the front door and down the walkway to where our driver is waiting for us with the back door open.
Michael lets me slide into the car first, him following me in. The limo pulls away and heads through the large gates, merging with ongoing traffic. Michael takes my hand in his, interlacing our fingers as he brings my knuckles up to his lips for a tender kiss.
"I love you." I murmur, smiling softly at him.
He smiles softly back, his thumb caressing my hand.
"I love you more." He whispers, his eyes never leaving mine. The car ride is filled with quiet moments of affection and stolen kisses, the city lights blurring outside the tinted windows.
We arrive at the venue a short time later, the car pulling right up to the red carpet. The driver gets out and rounds the car, open the back door.
Michael grasps my hand as he leaves the vehicle, helping me out once he has fully exited.
Cameras flash wildly as we step onto the red carpet, Michael's arm wraps around my waist as we both smile and pose for the cameras.
"Michael! Y/n! Over here!" One photographer yells. We turn in that direction and pose.
The flashbulbs make Michael's and my outfits shine as we continue to get our pictures taken. Michael suddenly leans down, pressing a kiss to my temple, and leads me into the venue.
We walk inside and make our way to the table that has our names. Glasses of champagne are already at the table. I pick one up and take a sip. Michael pulls out my chair, helping me settle before taking his seat next to me.
As more celebrities filter in through the doors, we get greeted, and our table fills up.
As everyone starts to settle in their seats, Michael leans over to me and whispers in my ear.
"You look so beautiful." His hand finds my thigh under the tablecloth. His thumb traces small circles.
"You're so sweet, baby..." I murmur back, smiling as well.
He kisses my cheek as the lights on the stage come up. Michael's attention is drawn back to the stage, but his hand remains on my thigh. The host comes out, and the award show finally begins.
About an hour into the show, the nominees for the 'Artist of the Century' award were announced, and Michael was a nominee. As the announcer opens the envelope to reveal the winner, I grab Michael's hand tightly.
"And the winner is... Michael Jackson! Artist of the century award!" The announcer claps and announces into the microphone. I stand up clapping, along with most of the celebrities around us, as he walks up to the stage, his glittery jacket catching the light perfectly.
"First and foremost, I have to thank the love of my life. She's my inspiration, my motivation, my everything." He looks directly at me, smiling, and gives me a 'come here' gesture.
"Come up here, sweetheart," he says into the microphone. The crowd encourages me as I stand, adjusting my dress a bit so I don't trip over it as I walk to the stage and up the stairs. I walk over to meet him at the microphone.
He pulls me into a warm embrace, kissing my cheek softly in front of everyone with no shame.
"This award means nothing without her." He says into the microphone, his arm wrapping around my waist. I smile at him and then at the crowd.
"I'd also like to thank all my producers and my fans. Without all these people in my life, I wouldn't have all this. Thank you." He smiles out at the crowd as the host comes back. Michael leads me off the stage, keeping his hand on the small of my back.
When we get back to our table, he pulls out my chair for me again, letting me settle before taking his own seat. His hand returns to my thigh and his award is on the table in front of us.
"I'm so proud of you," I say quietly to him, squeezing his hand that's on my thigh.
As the show ends and the evening winds down, Michael and I are standing, talking to some of our friends. After they leave, he leans over, his voice a low murmur only meant for me.
"Ready to go home, my love?" His fingers trace patterns on my back.
"You don't want to go to the after-party?" I ask, looking at him.
"Baby, I'd rather be alone with you than any stupid after party," he admits honestly.
"Unless you want to go?" He adds.
"I'll do whatever you want to do. I just thought you'd want to go since you won an award." I interlace our fingers as we start walking towards the exit of the large venue.
He studies my face as we walk and talk. He shakes his head.
"No, no after party for us tonight. Just you and me." He leans down and kisses my forehead and leads me to our car waiting. The back door is being held open by our driver as usual.
We both settle in the backseat. As the car pulls away from the curb, Michael wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me closer. He rests his head against mine, breathing in the scent of my perfume.
"I'm tired of being on display tonight. I just wanna be with you." He says, almost whispering.
"I'm fine with that," I tease.
His grip on my waist tightens.
"You know, when you flirt like that..." He pauses, his lips brushing against my ear, sending shivers down my spine.
"It makes me want to do very inappropriate things to you right here in this car." His voice drops lower.
"Oh, really? Well, you're going to have to wait until we get home." I tease him, whispering back in his ear and removing his arm from around my waist.
He groans playfully, his hand now sliding up my thigh.
"Alright, alright, I'll behave until we get home." He removes his hand from my thigh.
A few minutes later, our car pulls up to our front walkway. The driver exits the vehicle, rounding the car to open the back door for us. We both get out, thanking the driver and walking into the house.
Michael and I silently enter the house, both of us kicking off our shoes by the mudroom bench. He takes my hand and leads me up to our bedroom.
Once inside, he shuts the large door. The room is dimly lit by soft lamps, casting a romantic glow.
I stand in front of the mirror, admiring my dress once more as he comes up behind me. He kisses the nape of my neck and starts unzipping my dress.
I watch him in the mirror, his lips trailing from my neck down to my shoulder. The zipper slides down inch by inch, the dress eventually falling and pooling at my feet. Because I don't have a dress, I'm only in my red lingerie.
"You're so beautiful." he breathes against my skin. His hands wrapping around my waist, thumbling the edge of my lacy panties.
"Thank you, my love," I mutter. His hands slide up from my waist to my hips, then higher, resting under my red lacy bra.
His hands grip my hips, pulling me back against him as his lips graze a hot path along my neck. He inhales sharply at the scent of my perfume on my neck.
"You have no idea how much I love you, y/n." He groans softly, pressing a lingering kiss behind my ear. His fingertips trace the delicate red lace of my lingerie.
He leads me to our king-sized bed behind us, and I turn to face him. His fingers trail along the edges of my lace bra before he reaches behind me, finding the hooks, and unclasps my bra. As the material loosens against me slowly slides the straps down my arms and pulls off the bra completely.
I sit down on the bed in front of him and look up at him, spreading my legs slightly, and he stands between them.
He stands there for a moment, just admiring me. After, he loosens his tie, letting it fall to the floor. Then his jacket. Then his shirt, buttons undoing one by one as his eyes never leave mine.
I help him with his belt, unbuckling and removing it. Next, I move on to unbuttoning his pants.
His breath hitches as my slim fingers work on his belt and pants, slowly pushing them down, along with his boxers. He steps out of them, now standing completly naked before me.
I push myself back so I can lay down against the pillows on our bed, still only in my red lacy underwear.
He watches my every move. His eyes trail down my body as he climbs onto the bed, hovering over me.
I kiss him tenderly; his hands come up to cup my face, deepening the kiss.
"Baby," He breaks the kiss, his forehead resting agaisnt mine
"Mhm?" I hum in response.
"I love you," He whispers against my lips.
"So fucking much." His hands slide down my body, palms catching the edge of my panties.
"I love you too, baby." I kiss him again.
He breaks the kiss and pulls back just enough to look into my eyes, seeking permission.
"Can I take these off too?" His voice is low.
"Of course, baby. You don't need to ask."
He smiles softly at my words, his fingers hooking into the sides of my panties. He slowly pulls them down my legs, tossing them aside. He takes a moment to appreciate the sight of me. His hands slide up my thighs, gently spreading them apart.
I kiss him deeply again. He kisses me back passionately, his body settling between my legs. His hardness presses against my wetness, and he breaks the kiss to look down at me, his eyes intense with desire and love.
He pushes inside me in one smooth stroke, both of us sighing at the connection. He starts moving a slow, deep, unhurried pace. His forehead comes down to rest agaisnt mine once more, eyes closed, lips brushing against mine as we let out sounds of pleasure.
"Oh, my love," He groans loudly.
"You feel so good around me," he breathes, one hand tangled in my hair while the other grips the pillow beside my head.
I wrap my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck as I moan. He groans in response, yet his pace remains slow and deliberate, each thrust meant to worship rather than take pleasure.
"Oh my god, baby. I love you so much." I moan loudly, my nails dragging up his back gently.
"I love you more," He whispers between kisses, his hands moving to roam my body. He pulls back slightly to look at me, his eyes filled with emotiom and intensity. His thrusts become even slower, each movement meant to convey his love and devotion rather than just physical pleasure.
My moans send vibrations through him, making him twitch inside me. He captures my mouth in a deep kiss to swallow my next sounds. His hands slide down to my hips, lifting them slightly to change the angle. He hits that spot inside me that makes my back arch.
"Is that good?" he mutters.
"Oh! Right there! Yes!" I whimper.
He smiles against my lips, knowing exactly where to aim to make me feel good. His thrusts become deeper but still slow.
"Mmmm, keep telling me how good I make you feel, baby," He whispers, hitting it again. His fingers dig into my hips.
"Yes! Fuck yes! nghhhhh! Oh, Mikey!" My nails dig into his back, and my legs tighten around him.
His name on my lips as I moan drives him wild. He starts moving faster, but maintains that deep, slow pace that hits my spot perfectly.
"Fuck. I love it when you call me Mikey." He groans, his voice strained with pleasure and emotion.
I pull his head down gently and kiss him, my lips wandering down his neck.
He shutters as my lips trail down his neck, his hands gripping my hips tighter. He loves how I touch him, how I kiss him like he's the only one in the world.
"Ahh! I'm gonna cum, baby! Please don't stop..." I whine, throwing my head back against the pillows.
"Never," He groans, picking up the pace slightly without losing his rhythm. He wraps his arms around me tightly, pulling me even closer as he continues to thrust into me.
"Oh! Mikey! I'm cumming!" I scream, my nails scratching up his back.
"Yes, baby, yes!" He encourages, thrusting deeply as I cum around him, arching my back. He feels me pulsing around him, causing his orgasm.
"Fuck!" He cries out, burying himself deep as he cums inside me. I continue to pulse around him, milking his cock.
He kisses me desperately through it, our bodies shaking together.
"I love you, I love you," He chants quietly in my ear as we both come down from our climaxes, aftershocks hitting us randomly.
I hum in satisfaction as he collapses down onto me gently, his face buried in my neck as we both catch our breath.
Eventually, he pulls out, rolling off of me and pulling my back into his chest. He places soft kisses on my shoulder.
"My beautiful girl," He murmurs softly, fingers occasionally brushing up and down my spine.
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