TAGS: １８＋﹙𝓶𝓭𝓷𝓲 .ᐟ﹚black fem!reader, '84!michael, smut n' fluff combo, slight sub!mike, inexperienced michael, established relationship, '84 Grammys, oral(m! receiving), hair-pulling, face-fucking, drooling, gagging, crying, cock-cleaning, slight pleasure dom!reader, oral creampie, cum-eating, coming untouched, mutual orgasm, he deserved the best head after winning all those Grammys, calling michael angel boy should be in more fanfics
author's note - my format has changed, because i think this is cuter <3
"Look at you, superstar," You whispered with pride, your gaze swept over Michael's frame as he sat on the bed, taking in his bashful posture. Even with his aviators on, you could tell those doe-like eyes were avoiding yours. You gripped onto his thighs, leaning forward.
"Won all those awards t'night," you murmured in his ear, briefly kissing his jaw like you always did. "Aren't you gonna let your woman show you how 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘥 she is?" You asked.
But you didn't wait for an answer, instead you dropped your head to his neck, gently sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh there. You wanted to leave hickeys on him, 'cause you knew it always got him cute and flustered.
Michael let out a shaky sigh, his hands came up to hold onto your hips for support. You could feel the crystals of his glove poke your side through your silky, ghost-white camisole.
"I-I do. But, do you really have to... be on your knees? Won't that hurt?" His concerned question had you chuckling, a low vibration against his neck that he shuddered in response to.
"Don't you worry about 𝘮𝘦, angel boy," your lips curled into a smirk that made his poor, unprepared heart pick up the pace.
"This is 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 night." You moved your hand across his lap to palm his crotch, your fingers lightly digging into the bulged fabric.
"Ssht─!" Michael hissed, head tipped back a bit. He whimpered when you kept rubbing his half-hard dick through his pants. But your curly-haired angel was quiet, like he was scared of being too loud. "Oh 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢, that's not fair."
It really wasn't fair, at least not for him. Because it was just too easy to get this one all worked up over a single touch. But, it was one of the many things you loved about your precious, talented boy.
"Awwh, I know baby," you cooed, gazing right up at him even as you slowly sunk onto your knees, gripping his thighs again. "Spread your legs for me, won't ya?"
The noiret obeyed so easily, legs sliding open in a heartbeat. You slotted your body closer in-between, your shoulders trapped by the firm muscle of his thighs. Your fingers were deft as they quickly worked his clasp open. "Can I tell you somethin'?" Came another soft query.
"Sure, baby." You humored him, hand pausing over his briefs.
Michael inhaled sharply, stuttering again as he spoke. "I've never, you know, never─"
"─had your dick sucked?" You finished for him. A quiet gasp left his parted lips at your rather vulgar words, face flushing fast.
"What?" You snickered, adoring the way his hands flew up to his face, muffling his whimper of embarrassment.
"C'mon, angel boy, look at me," you urged playfully, your hand slipping beneath the hem of his briefs. "I'll be gentle, okay?"
You were true to your word. You slowly, slowly eased Michael's hard length out of the confines of his briefs as gently as you could.
It twitched in your grasp, flushed a beautiful mauve at the tip, a pearl of translucent pre-cum was already forming on the slit. Michael's hips shifted forward ever so slightly, his hands hesitantly came down from his face.
He looked down at you, the shiny lenses of his aviators reflecting the image of you on your knees before him, hand wrapped his veined cock, which was now drooling out more of his slick, salty-sweet essence. You couldn't help but grin when he bit his lip.
"See? Just relax... yeah, just like that. Such a good boy."
When he gave a quick, helpless nod, you didn't bother wasting anymore time.
You tucked your head between his legs, keeping your eyes on his aviators as you lowered your mouth. In their dark, glossy reflection, you watched yourself press a soft, lingering kiss to the slit of his tip.
Michael's whole body jerked, a small whine escaping his lips. "Shhhh," you soothed, breath ghosting over the wet skin. "Watch me, baby."
So he did, mouth having fallen open just so as he watched your lips part to take him in.
You didn't take all of him right away, no need to rush on your part, so you started with just the flushed head. You pursed your lips around it and began to suck. Gentle, yet so very eager. Like you were savoring the sweet taste of a ripe cherry, the flavour heavy on your tongue and the smell filling your nostrils.
Your hand pumped up and down his cock, feeling every groove and ridge of him while his foreskin receded and sheathed half of the tip with each movement.
The sound of your slurping was slippery, wet, and utterly obscene in the quiet room. They were accompanied by the noiret's faint, boyish whimpers.
You released him with a slick pop!
A few shiny strings of saliva stretched, connecting your bottom lip to his leaking slit. You licked them away with a deliberately slow slide of your tongue across the shiny maeve head.
The sight elicited another strangled sound from your curly-haired angel.
"Shy boy." You teased, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes. "But I got a feelin' that you ain't really shy." You mused. "Bet you gon' be a wild one in a few months."
Michael feebly shook his head in denial, but you were far from convinced.
With an amused hum, you then noticed the way his hands were hovering awkwardly by his thighs, as if he were afraid to touch you.
"It's okay, you can pull my hair if you want to. I won't break, baby." You coaxed, but his hands didn't budge.
"C'mon...." you gently pressed the pad of your thumb against his slit, prompting another pearly bead of pre-cum to trickle out. "I don't mind a lil pain. Go on, baby." You cooed, watching the way he swallowed nervously.
He didn't pull your hair, instead he gently rested his gloved hand on the crown of your head. Though his composure doesn't stand a chance, as he was simply unable to hold back another whimper when your mouth wrapped his thick, pulsing dick again, this time taking him half-way.
The heat of your fluttering throat pressed so closely to his aching length was enough to drive him into a frantic headiness, hand trembling on your scalp as he tried so, so hard not to thrust his hips forward.
In response to his pleasure, you drew your thighs together, clit twitching as it began to engorge with arousal. You could feel your panties dampening from the slick that was already dribbling out of your clenching hole.
God, the things you'd do to him.
You stroked the other half of his cock with firm movements, while bobbing your head back and forth slowly on the other end. When your throat fluttered around him again, those long, gloved fingers of his finally hand tightened around your hair.
You found yourself moaning lazily around his shaft, eyes going hazy with lust at the pinprick of the crystals on your scalp. It scraped you there juuuust enough to leave a bite of pain, but not enough to make you bleed.
His cock jumped at the vibration of your moan, startling him out of his loss of control. "S-sorry." He stammered out, his hand loosening its firm grip on your head. He bit his lip once more, holding back another sound. You only hummed in reassurance, taking him in even deeper with a suction of your cheeks.
When your eyes flicked up at your reflection in his aviators again, the sight of your own cheeks hollowed around his rigid dick made your eyes roll back slightly out of pure instinct.
You felt your pussy tingle again, your creamy slickness further soaking up the lacey fabric that still sat snug on your hips. Your filthy juices were making a mess of the pristine pair of white panties, there was no chance you'd be able to wear them again for a few days. And it was your favorite one too!
Oh, the things you sacrificed for your dear Michael.
"Ohhh s-ssshiiit..," The noiret cursed under his breath, surprising the both of you. But before either of you could linger on the foul word that left his usually clean mouth, his were hips jerking up from the bed. He began to fuck himself into your mouth without even meaning to.
A high keen bubbled up and out of your throat as you kept your eyes on your reflection. You watched the way he was slowly, 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 grinding his girthy cock into your mouth, his fat tip creating a bulge in one side of your cheek.
Thank 𝘎𝘰𝘥 he kept his glasses on.
The view was completely, utterly perfect. Almost too good for your own eyes. When you felt yourself clench desperately around nothing for the umpteenth time, you realized that you might just cum untouched.
Just from him fucking your mouth.
Would Michael thrust into you harder? No, no... Michael was too gentle for that, too scared of hurting you for real. While you appreciated this carefulness, you couldn't help but wonder what would happen if he decided to be a little rough every now and then.
Maybe he could use some motivation...
Determined, you began to suck him off with increasing intensity. The resulting string of whines that fell helplessly from Michael's lips encouraged you to keep going. You grinned internally to yourself when his hips twitched, straining with effort as he tried 𝘴𝘰 hard not to be anything less than gentle.
But Michael was fighting a losing battle, he should've known how persistent you would be. You weren't gonna let his coquettish act hold back the wild side that you knew was buried somehere deep within him.
And honey, you were gonna force it out, one way or another.
The moment your cheeks hollowed around him, Michael honest-to-God 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 it.
A guttural, almost pained groan left the noiret as he yanked you in by the hair, until your nose was buried in his pubes, briefly suffocating you with the fullness of his cock in your throat.
You choked on a gasp, eyes wide with surprise and overwhelming delight. Your needy hands happily scrambele to grasp themselves high onto the noiret's thighs for purchase. Pupils dilated while your eyes sear lust into the reflection of yourelf in Michael's aviators.
He barely thought twice before he pulled himself half way out, then all the way back in... repeating those motions until he began to fuck into your mouth with a desperate, needy vigor. Michael's mouth had fallen open in a series of continuous panting and deep-throated grunts, breathing so harsh that it overpowered the shlick-shlick-shlick of your mouth on his cock.
Obsessed and barely able to think, he suddenly let out a helpless, high-pitched whine in a wordless apology for his roughness.
"Mmghh...!" You groaned wetly around the hot, pulsing appendage, tears pricking at your eyes from the intensity of his jerking. Eventually, drool began to pool in your mouth until it spilled over, mixing with the salty-sweet taste of his pre-cum on your tongue.
If only you had known how good it would feel to have Michael fuck your mouth like this, you would have given him head much, much earlier.
"Mama─" he choked out a moan, his angelic voice now sounded weak and cracky. "Mama, 'm sorry, 'm so close, 'm so 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦─!" His words morphed into a strangled, incoherent sound at the back of his throat. He thrust forward one final time, the fat head of him hitting the back of your throat, his hand tightening on your head as he held you in place.
Your throat tightened around him as your gag reflex kicked in, a tear finally slipping free from your left eye. And when you felt the warmth of his vicious, hot release shooting down your esophagus, you barely hesitated before you were downing it all with a muffled wail of pure, greedy satisfaction.
Your own body seizes between his legs, your girlish squeal vibrating through Michael's cock as your thighs rubbed together clumsily, unable to stop the sensation of yourself gushing all over your underwear until they were completely ruined.
Soaked through with your creamy little mess.
And you feel a bit of awe somewhere in the back of your mind, knowing yoh really did just come completely untouched.
"Haaahhhh...," Michael sighed, relieved, yet clearly shaken. His hand was trembling in your hair, grip finally relenting just a bit. Your throat subconsciously worked around him even when his hips had slowed their pace, your eyes glassy and unfocused. He panted, trying to come down from his post-orgasm haze. A few taps to your cheek finally got you to pull off of him, your drool having made a mess of Michael's softening length.
Your eyes brightened as a new idea popped into your head. And just like that, your lips were back on him. Michael let out a small keen of protest, hands already pushing at your head gently, but you didn't budge. You began to clean the noiret's cock, using the efficient cleaning tool that was your trusty tongue.
Michael squirmed at the feeling of your tongue draaagging over his sensitive cock, then along the underside of him, lapping like at the mess on him like a puppy. Michael's breath hitched, his head thrown back in lazy ecstasy because the feeling was incredible and the sight was even better.
His hand gently curling in your hair again did wonders to ease your mind as you worked over your boyfriend's twitching, sensitive member. The feeling of his fingers grazing your scalp caused you to melt into the man you're thoroughly cleaning with a completely compliant, willing mouth.
The pink muscle worked over every inch of his skin, until there was nothing left but slick, shiny flesh. You pulled back slightly, huffing a small breath against his flushed, mauve tip. "Enjoyed your little reward, baby?" Your voice was hoarse, but you couldn't care less.
The noiret nodded with a weary movement of his head, removing his glasses with his free hand and placing them down near him.
Those pretty brown eyes peered into your own with a look of devotion and loving affectionate so pure, it sent delightful shivers down your spine. You giggled, leaning up to press a chaste kiss to his lips, your hands lightly squeezing his thighs as an anchor. You whispered into the kiss, "You're too cute, angel boy."
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