Dangerous era Solo MJ moans.

Current Boyfriend

― ꒰ contents ꒱ cute lil blurb featuring michael and accurate age wife!reader.

YOU AND MICHAEL had been married for decades. What began as a close friendship eventually grew into a lifelong marriage. You had been by his side from the very beginning. The two of you became inseparable after realizing how much you had in common, and even now, that hadn't changed.

The only difference was that you were no longer two young kids from Gary looking for excuses to spend time together. Now, you were husband and wife, enjoying life alongside your three beautiful children together.

Content:18+ Invincible/Mature/Blood on the dance floor Michael x WifeReader, oralFemRecieving, p in v sex , unprotected, creampie, domMichael, brattysubReader, fingering, edging, reader is 28, pussy slapping, hella teasing, kinky, FILTHY (Michaels in love with your ass) written with Invincible Era Michael in mind but can be read as any of his older eras listed above!! | use of dashes, my work is not ai.

These two are newly weds on a honeymoon that have sex like animals.

Summary: What happens when you and Michael set up a challenge to see who’s louder during sex and the loser has to stay on a call for fifteen minutes and try to be quiet without cumming?

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Three years had flown by since you and Michael first crossed paths, and now, you were officially newlyweds.

Michael loved telling the story of how he knew, from the very first second, that you were the one. He’d been on set directing one of his films when you walked in. You were stunning—nails always freshly manicured, hair styled to perfection, and a fashion sense that quite literally made his knees weak.

For you, the exact moment you fell for him was when you realized he wasn't intimidated by your personality. Where other people ran from your sharp attitude, Michael just grinned and leaned in closer.

"You think you're tough, don't you?" he’d laugh, pulling you in by the waist. "It’s not gonna work on me, sweetheart."

Now, you two were riding the high of a dream honeymoon. Finding time off was a rare luxury for a man as busy as Michael, but for this, he had set the world on pause just for you.

The soft, steady rhythm of the ocean waves echoed through the open balcony door, filling the cool air of your luxury suite. You quietly rolled out of the plush bed, sliding your arms into a soft silk robe. Tying the belt around your waist, you walked over to the window and pressed your hands lightly against the glass, taking in the breathtaking view of the beach.

“Hmmm…” Michael hummed softly from the bed, his eyes tracing your figure outlined by the bright morning light in the window. “Looks like someone is enjoying her very first morning beach view here.”

He swung his legs out of bed and walked over to you. Sliding his warm arms around your waist, he pulled you back against his chest, pressing a trail of gentle kisses along your cheek and down the curve of your neck.

“Oh, baby,” you murmured, turning around in his arms to face him. You cupped his cheeks, practically bouncing on your toes with excitement. “This is absolute perfection! I love, love this so much!”

Michael let out a dramatic, playful cough, raising an eyebrow at you. “Ahem. And what about me? Do you love me?”

“Of course I love you, silly,” you giggled. You flicked the side of his jaw playfully before wrapping your arms tight around his neck, leaning in to aggressively pepper his whole face with soft, fast kisses.

“Alright, alright! I get it, I get it!” he laughed, squirming under your affection.

His warm hands smoothed down to your waist as he turned you back around to face the ocean. “You know, normally I’d call you a spoiled brat... but this, my sweet angel? This is exactly what you deserve.”

Before you could even reply, his hand slid down from your waist, grabbing a firm handful of your ass and giving it a sharp, teasing smack that echoed in the room.

“Gosh, Mikey!” you gasped, biting your lip as a flush hit your cheeks, playfully swatting his shoulder.

Michael just grinned, his chin resting lightly on your shoulder as his arms wrapped snuggly around your waist again.

"What? Can’t a guy appreciate his wife?" he murmured, his breath warm against your ear. "Besides, you were taking way too long to pay attention to me."

You turned your head, tossing your hair over your shoulder and crossing your arms over your chest with a dramatic sigh. "Well, excuse me, Mr. Impatient. The ocean was putting on a show.

Michael laughed, as he pulled you back against his chest. "Oh, is that how it is? You'd rather look at some water than your handsome new husband?"

"Maybe," you said, rolling your eyes with a smirking tilt of your chin. "You're going to have to do a lot better than a beach view if you want all my attention today."

"You really are a handful," Michael chuckled, shaking his head as he nuzzled into your neck. "Good thing I like a challenge."

You tilted your head back, letting out a soft sigh as his lips brushed your skin, but you kept your smug little smirk intact. "Good. Because I expect breakfast in bed—on the balcony—and you're ordering everything on the menu."

"Yes, my sweet little menace," Michael whispered against your ear, his hands smoothing down your waist. "Anything else your royal highness requires?"

You turned in his arms, resting your hands lightly on his chest and looking up at him. "I'll let you know when I think of it."

Michael didn’t just order breakfast; he ordered practically the entire menu. Pancakes, fresh tropical fruit, pastries, eggs —if it was on the page, he wanted you to taste it. You sat on the balcony like a little queen, taking tiny bites of everything while he watched you with a foolish, head over heels grin, utterly charmed by your bratty antics.

After breakfast, the two of you slipped out to explore the resort. Hand in hand, you wandered the private grounds, laughing as a small army of discreet resort security kept a watchful distance to ensure Michael’s privacy.

When you finally made your way down to the secluded stretch of beach, you claimed a pair of lounge chairs right near the water. You kicked off your sandals, feeling the soft, warm sand between your toes before laying face-down on your towel to catch some sun. Your sun-lotioned skin glisten under the bright sky, and the high-cut bikini bottom riding up your cheeks didn’t make it easy for Michael to contain himself.

He stretched out on the towel right next to you, his fingers tracing slow, lazy circles down the back of your neck. His touch trailed down your spine, dipping lower and lower until his palm cupped your bare ass, squeezing the soft skin before landing a light, playful smack.

"Michael, you're getting sand all over my butt!" you whined playfully, kicking a little bit of sand back toward his towel.

Michael wasn't bothered by your protests at all. He just laid there, biting his lower lip, his gaze heavy as he took you in.

"Sorry, Angel," he purred, his palm smoothing over the warm skin in a half-hearted attempt to brush off the sand—and apologize at the same time. "You just look too good. I can't help it."

Seeing the effect you had on him sparked a cheeky idea in your head. You loved watching him get all worked up, seeing that cool, composed mask crack just for you. So, for the rest of the afternoon, you made it your personal mission to push his buttons.

As you strolled toward the resort's private cabana bar, you suddenly gasped and stopped in your tracks. "Oh, oops!" you giggled, letting your designer sunglasses slip from your hand. Instead of squatting down properly, you bent straight over at the waist, arching your back just enough to guarantee your tiny bikini bottoms completely disappeared between your cheeks. Behind you, Michael froze in his tracks. His eyes widened, and his breath hitched as his length instantly hardened, pressing visibly against his pants.

Later, while cooling off in the quiet resort pool, you swam up to the shallow ledge where Michael was leaning back with a cold drink. You rested your arms on his thighs under the water, looking up at him through wet eyelashes. With a innocent smile, you slowly slid your foot up his calf, tracing the inside of his leg under the water until your toes brushed right against his growing hardness. Michael nearly dropped his glass, as he swallowed hard. "You're playing a dangerous game, girl," he rasped, but you just giggled and swam away before he could catch you.

When a waiter brought over fresh coconut drinks, you made sure Michael was watching. You wrapped your lips around the straw, taking a slow, exaggerated sip while locking eyes with him, your tongue flicking out to catch a drop on your lower lip. Michael’s jaw clenched so hard a muscle twitched in his cheek. He dragged a hand down his face, letting out a low, frustrated groan. "Stop that," he muttered under his breath, his voice laced with warning.

By the time the sun began to set Michael had reached his absolute limit. Every sway of your hips, every little glance, every bold stunt had been building a fire inside him all day.

The second the door to your luxury suite clicked shut behind you, leaving the two of you completely alone, Michael dropped all pretense of patience.

Before you could even kick off your sandals, his hands were on your waist, spinning you around and pressing your back firmly against the door.

"Alright," Michael growled, his voice deep, raspy, and dangerously quiet. His eyes burned into yours, his hands gripping your hips with possessive force as he pressed his hard length flush against your stomach. "You’ve been a little menace all day long, haven't you?"

You bit your lip, a bratty smirk tugging at your mouth. "I don't know what you're talking about, Mikey—"

"Don't 'Mikey' me," he interrupted, a wicked, breathtaking grin breaking through his stern expression, though his eyes remained fiercely intense. "You knew exactly what you were doing. Dropping your glasses, touching me under the water... you thought it was funny getting me all worked up, huh?"

He leaned in, his lips hovering an inch from yours, his hot breath fanning across your cheeks.

"Well, congratulations, sweetheart," he whispered against your mouth, his hands sliding down to firmly grip your ass, lifting you up against him. "You got what you wanted. Now let's see if you can handle what comes next."

“I can definitely handle it, Mikey,” you said, deliberately emphasizing the nickname just to playfully get under his skin. “You’re the one who’s always super loud when we have sex.”

To push his buttons even further, you reached down and slowly rubbed his hardness right through his pants. He was just so unbelievably sexy when he got frustrated, and you loved every second of it.

“Oh, really? I’m the loud one?” Michael asked, raising a eyebrow as a smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “If I remember correctly, you’re the one who has to bite my shoulder just to suppress your moans. In fact, I still have the teeth marks right here from our wedding night.”

He rubbed his collarbone with a chuckle before reaching up, his long fingers gently catching your chin to lift your face toward his. You stubbornly tried to turn your head away, refusing to make it easy for him to take complete control, but Michael gently guided your face right back to meet his gaze. You were always a little stubborn whenever he tried to assert his dominance, but you both knew deep down that you secretly craved it—and Michael was well aware of his effect on you.

“Well, since you think you know everything, let’s see who’s actually the loudest tonight,” you challenged, suddenly wrapping your hands around his jaw to hold his face still, attempting—without much real effort—to take the lead.

“Ha! Okay, okay. So you really wanna play games today, huh, Angel?” Michael laughed softly, placing his warm hands right over yours. The gesture made you grip his cheeks a little tighter, leaning into the battle for control. “Fine. Then the loser has to make a phone call and try to stay silent... and they have to try not to cum.”

You swallowed hard, a sudden wave of heat washing over you at the stakes he just set. “Okay... deal.”

Michael didn’t waste another second. He immediately closed the distance between you, crashing his lips onto yours in a hot, breathless kiss that instantly wiped every smart comment right out of your head.

His tongue slid past your lips, deep and possessive, tasting the sweet tropical drink lingering on your breath. You let out a muffled gasp into his mouth, your fingers tangling into his hair as he pressed you firmly against the heavy wood of the door. The sheer weight and heat of his body crushed against yours made your knees feel weak, but you fought to keep your ground, kissing him back with every bit of feisty energy you had left.

When he finally pulled back, a thin strand of saliva connected your lips, and his eyes burned with a hungry intensity that made your heart jump. "Who are you calling first, sweetheart?" Michael rasped out, his hands sliding under the hem of your bikini bottoms trailing up your thighs and making your skin break out in goosebumps. "Because I am more than ready to watch you break."

"In your dreams, Michael," you panted, your voice trembling just a little despite your best efforts to sound cocky. You reached down, your fingers fumbling slightly with his belt buckle before yanking it loose. "I'm not losing to you. Not tonight."

Michael let out a low, husky laugh that vibrated against your chest. "We'll see about that," he whispered, his warm lips brushing against the sensitive spot just beneath your ear. His hands gripped your waist tight, lifting you clean off your feet so you had to wrap your legs securely around his hips. "Let's see how long that stubborn mouth of yours stays quiet."

He gently placed you onto the king-sized bed, his body hovering over yours as his lips trailed down your neck to your chest. Slowly, he moved your bikini top aside, exposing your bare breasts. Michael leaned down, taking your sensitive nipple into his warm mouth, licking it slowly before flicking it fast with his tongue. At the same time, his fingers pinched and teased the other side, sending a sharp wave of pleasure straight down your spine.

An instinctive, breathy moan escaped your lips, but you suddenly remembered the stakes of the challenge and bit your lip hard, forcing yourself to quiet down.

“What was that, Angel, hmm?” Michael hummed low against your skin, his hot breath fanning across your chest as he openly teased you for making even the slightest noise.

“S-shut up... it was nothing,” you stammered out, your face flushing as you fought for control.

Determined not to let him win so easily, you reached out and pulled him into a fiery kiss, sliding your hands straight down into his underwear. The second your palms cupped his bare, throbbing shaft, you began stroking him with a fast rhythm. Small, gravelly groans instantly slipped past his lips into your mouth. Your touch was pure magic against him, and you could feel his body tense up as he tried his absolute hardest to keep his own pleasure under wraps. Smiling against his lips, you tightened your grip and gave the tip of his shaft a firm, deliberate squeeze.

“Mmm, you feeling good, Mikey?” you purred against his cheek, eager to turn the tables on him.

Michael didn’t answer with words. Instead, his eyes flashed with a competitive fire. He abruptly pulled his hand away from your chest, his long fingers hooking around the thin strap of your bikini bottom to drag it to the side. Without a second of warning, he pushed his middle finger deep inside you, making you let out a loud, sudden gasp.

He didn't give you a single second to catch your breath, pumping his finger deep and steady into your slick heat. As he worked you open, he leaned in and reclaimed your mouth, kissing you in a sloppy and desperate. Every time a fresh wave of pleasure threatened to drag a loud moan from your throat, you were forced to swallow it right down his mouth, the muffled sounds lost in the wild heat between you both.

His fingers picked up a relentless pace, working you so deeply that your toes curled into the soft bedsheets. You squeezed your eyes shut, your hands desperately tightening around his shaft, pumping him back just as hard to force a surrender out of him. The friction was maddening. Every deep slide of his fingers made your hips helplessly arch off the mattress, while every firm stroke of your hand had him breathing heavy and jagged against your neck.

Michael pulled his lips away just an inch, his forehead resting against yours as he panted, his chest heaving. "Look at you," he rasped out, a dark, wicked smirk pulling at his lips even as a low grunt escaped him from your tight grip on his shaft. "Trying so hard to be quiet... but you're shaking, baby."

"You're... you're literally about to break, baby," you wheezed out, your voice trembling as you squeezed his tip again, feeling him pulse violently in your hand. "I can feel how hard your dick is throbbing."

"Is that a challenge?" Michael growled softly.

Before you could answer, he pulled his fingers out, leaving you aching and empty for a brief second—only for him to strip his pants off completely in one fluid motion. He spread your legs wide open, giving himself a quick, slick stroke before slowly pushing his way into your tight heat. A shared shudder ran through both of your bodies at the intense feeling.

He started off with agonizingly slow, deep strokes—the exact kind he knew were guaranteed to wring noises out of you. He was expertly hitting that sweet spot inside you with every single slide, and despite your best efforts, a breathless moan slipped out.

"S-shit, Michael... you know exactly what you're doing," you whimpered, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist to pull him as close as humanly possible.

Michael let out a raspy, chuckle against your throat, his hips keeping up that steady, intoxicating pace. "Oh, so we're cursing now? I thought you were supposed to be keeping quiet."

He was winning, and for a few blissful seconds, you honestly didn't even care. The feeling of him filling you up so completely, your own slick wetness dripping down your thighs with every deep thrust, was pure magic. But then his arrogant little smirk snapped you right back to reality.

"Oh, fuck you, Michael," you gasped out, your eyebrows furrowing as your teeth pierced your bottom lip.

You couldn't let him win this easily; the brat in you simply wouldn't allow it. Gathering every ounce of strength you had, you suddenly slid out from under his heavy frame and shoved him backward. Michael let out a soft oof as he tumbled back onto the mattress, his head resting against the plush headboard.

"Ahhh, I should’ve known my stubborn Angel was gonna do something like this," Michael chuckled, shaking his head with a lazy, captivated grin.

You didn't answer. Instead, you climbed on top of him, straddling his lap and grabbing his hot shaft to guide him toward your entrance. Rather than taking him all at once, you dragged his blunt tip slowly through your folds, thoroughly teasing him and letting the head of his length grind right against your sensitive clit.

A low, helpless groan immediately broke from Michael's throat. "G-gosh... you're so pretty like this," he panted, his hands twitching against the sheets as he tried not to force you down. "Teasing me like that..."

The cream you released from your heat was dripping all down your hole and coating his shaft, making him throb painfully beneath you. He was practically vibrating with desperation, dying for you to take him whole.

"Girl, stop teasing me," he groaned out, a hungry smirk straining against his self-control. "Slide all the way down on me, mama. You know you want to."

"I-I'll go down when I want to," you trembled, your legs shaking as you hovered over him.

His hard length felt heavenly against your sensitive skin. You wanted nothing more than to slam yourself down onto him, but your fierce desire to win was holding you back. You kept up the slow, maddening tease, but as your strength started to fade, Michael officially reached his absolute limit.

"That's it," he growled.

Without giving you another second to play your games, his large hands shot up, firmly gripping your hips. He yanked you all the way down onto his shaft, burying himself into you. Before you could even process the sudden fullness, he began pumping up into you at a frantic, punishing pace, his thumb reaching around to relentlessly circle your swollen clit.

The sudden, intense friction shattered all your restraint. A loud, echoing moan burst from your chest, ringing out through the entire room as Michael’s breathless laughter filled your ears.

"See? I told you!" Michael laughed breathlessly, his hips snapping up into you with relentless speed. "Look who's screaming now!"

"M-Michael—ah!" you gasped, your fingers digging into his broad shoulders as your head fell back against the headboard. Every hard, upward thrust hit so deep that he completely wiped away any remaining thought of winning the stupid game. The sudden change in pace had your heart leaping into your throat. "You... you cheated!"

"I didn't cheat, baby, I took control," he growled low in his throat, his thumb applying just enough pressure to your swollen clit to send an electric shock of pure pleasure straight down your spine. "You were taking way too long, teasing me like that. And I'm not waiting on my wife when she looks this damn good."

The relentless friction was unbearable in the best way possible. You tried to bite your lower lip to stifle another loud, humiliating moan, desperate to salvage what little pride you had left. But Michael immediately noticed. He reached up with his free hand, his long, warm fingers gently catching your jaw and pulling your bottom lip free from your teeth.

"Uh-uh, don't hide it," he purred, his voice dropping into a raspy, possessive whisper right against your cheek. "Let me hear you. I wanna hear every single sound you've been holding back all day long. I want the whole resort to know who you belong to."

"I hate you," you whimpered out, though your body completely betrayed you. Your hips were already moving in perfect, desperate sync with his, riding him faster and harder as an intense, aching buildup began to peak deep. You were practically begging for it, your hands sliding up to clutch at the back of his neck, tangling in his hair.

Michael let out a deep, rumbling laugh that vibrated beneath your hands, his dark eyes burning with satisfaction as he watched you completely undo yourself on top of him. "Sure you do, Angel. Keep telling yourself that while you're sitting here milking me dry."

He sat up slightly, wrapping one strong, arm securely around your waist to pull you tight against his chest. His other hand stayed planted firmly between your thighs, keeping up that wicked, torturous rhythm against your clit. The friction of your skin pressing together, slick with heat and sweat, drove you both over the edge. His lips dragged across your jaw line and down over your earlobe, his ragged, heavy breathing fanning hot across your sensitive skin.

"Every single stunt you pulled today".... he grunted out "You were begging for this. You wanted me to break."

"Michael... please," you gasped, throwing your head onto his shoulder as the pleasure turned into a sharp, dizzying crest.

"Now tell me," Michael panted, his hips driving up into you with a power that shook your whole frame. "Who lost the challenge, hmm? Say it for me."

"Me..." you sobbed out softly, completely unraveling beneath his touch as your inner walls began to pulse and clench around his shaft. "I lost... Mikey, please, I can't—"

"Good girl," he whispered proudly against your lips, capturing your mouth in a deep, bruising kiss just as the massive wave of your orgasm crashed over you both.

The sweet, overwhelming shock of your release clamped around him so tightly that Michael let out a ragged, uncontrolled groan into your mouth. His own body shuddered beneath you, his hips driving upward to pour himself into your slick heat. For a few glorious seconds, the entire world narrowed down to the sound of your shared, heavy breathing and the fast, erratic thud of his heart hammering against your chest.

You collapsed against him, burying your hot face into the crook of his neck, completely exhausted. Michael’s arms tightened around your waist, holding you flush against him as he slowly fell back against the headboard, taking you with him.

"God, baby," he panted, his hands gently running up and down your bare back, tracing the smooth curve of your spine. "You almost had me. I swear my heart nearly stopped when you were hovering over me like that."

You let out a weak, muffled laugh against his skin, giving his neck a tiny, playful nip. "I should have won. You literally forced me down."

"Because you were torturing me, you little brat," Michael chuckled softly, his chest rising and falling beneath you. His fingers tangled into your hair, gently massaging your scalp as the wild energy in the room slowly melted into a warm, heavy quiet. "You spent all day driving me out of my mind. " I was a saint for waiting until we got back to the room."

You raised your head slightly, resting your chin on his chest to look up at him through heavy, satisfied eyelids. "So... does that mean I still have to make the phone call?"

Michael looked at you, wicked glint flashing in his eyes as a slow smirk spread across his lips.

"Grab the telephone," he murmured, his voice dropping into a low, raspy purr that sent an instant shiver straight down your spine. "Call your best friend and make plans with her on the phone while I eat you out."

Before you could even process what he just said, his broad hand landed a sharp, playful smack against your sensitive inner thigh, making you gasp.

"And you better not cum until the fifteen minutes is up," he added, his thumb smoothing over the warm skin he’d just struck.

Your jaw practically dropped as you stared at him, your heavy eyelids fluttering open in shock. "Michael! Are you out of your mind?! My best friend? She’ll know immediately!"

"Then you better be convincing, Angel," Michael chuckled softly, sliding out from beneath you and shifting down the bed.

He didn't give you a second to argue. His hands slid under your knees, lifting your legs and spreading them wide over his broad shoulders, leaving your sensitive, slick core completely exposed to him. He reached over to the nightstand, picked up the hotel landline phone, and pressed the receiver into your trembling hand.

"Go on," Michael whispered against your inner thigh, his warm breath fanning over your sensitive skin, making your whole body tense up . "Dial. And remember... the clock starts the second she answers."

Swallowing hard, your fingers fumbled with the buttons as you punched in your best friend's number. The line began to ring—once, twice—and right as the call connected, Michael buried his face between your thighs, dragging his warm tongue slowly, deliberately, all the way up your wet folds.

"H-hello?" your best friend answered, her voice loud and clear through the speaker.

You bit down hard on your lower lip, every muscle in your body locking up as Michael’s tongue flattened against your clit, swirling in a slow, agonizingly wet circle. Your knuckles turned white as you gripped the heavy plastic phone receiver, trying with everything in you to keep your breathing steady.

"Hey!" you squeaked out, your voice a full octave higher than normal. You quickly cleared your throat, trying to sound casual while Michael let out a low, muffled chuckle against your skin. "Hey, girl! Just... wanted to call and check in."

"Girl, hey!" she replied cheerfully, completely oblivious. "How's the honeymoon? Is Michael being good to you?"

Michael took that exact moment to flick his tongue fast right over your most sensitive spot, before sliding two fingers deep inside your slick heat. A sharp gasp hit the back of your throat. You slammed your eyes shut, your hips instinctually jerking off the mattress, but Michael’s strong hands held your thighs firmly pinned to his shoulders.

"Y-yeah," you managed to strain out, your voice trembling terribly. "He's... ah... he's great. Really good."

"Are you okay? You sound out of breath," your friend asked, her tone shifting to slight confusion.

"Oh! Just... just did a little evening workout," you lied through your teeth, digging your fingernails into the bedsheets. "Anyway! I was thinking... when we get back next week, we should totally get brunch. At that place with the bottomless mimosas?"

Michael set a brutal, rhythmic pace with his fingers, pumping them in and out of you while his lips pulled your swollen clit into his warm mouth, sucking gently. The pleasure was so intense it made your toes curl and tears prick the corners of your eyes. You could feel the climax building at a terrifying speed, threatening to shatter you way before the fifteen minutes were anywhere near up.

"Brunch sounds amazing!" your friend chatted away, blissfully unaware as she began rambling about her schedule. "So Tuesday or Wednesday works for me. Which day were you thinking?"

"T-Tuesday..." you whimpered, placing a hand over your mouth to stifle a loud groan as Michael gave your clit a sharp, teasing nip. You glared down at him through tear-rimmed eyes, but he just looked up at you from between your legs, his dark eyes sparkling with absolute triumph, his tongue flicking relentless heat against you.

"Tuesday it is!" your friend cheered. "Are you sure you're okay? You're breathing super heavy."

"Just... out of shape," you choked out, your whole lower half trembling violently as you fought with every fiber of your being not to cross that edge. "I'll... I'll call you when we land, okay?"

"Okay, love you! Have fun!"

The second the call clicked off, you dropped the telephone onto the bed, letting out a loud, helpless wail of pleasure. "Michael, stop! I can't—"

"Fifteen minutes aren't up yet, sweetheart," Michael purred, his voice thick and raspy as he picked up the pace, relentless and hungry, determined to push you to the absolute limit.

The torment was absolute. Every stroke of his warm tongue sent electricity shooting straight to your brain, making your hips arch uncontrollably off the soft mattress. The pressure in your lower belly built up so fast and so hot that you knew you were only seconds away from completely shattering.

"Michael—please!" you sobbed out, your fingers tangling desperately in the bedsheets as your toes curled. "I'm gonna cum—I'm gonna—"

Just as the peak hit you and your body began to tighten for the initial crash of release, Michael abruptly stopped.

He pulled his mouth completely away and pulled his fingers straight out of your dripping heat.

The sudden, agonizing emptiness made you let out a loud, pathetic whimper. Your body hovered right on the edge of the cliff, aching and completely unfulfilled, desperate for that final push.

"Nope," Michael whispered wickedly, resting his chin on your inner thigh as he looked up at you with heavy, hooded eyes and a teasing smirk. "Not yet, Angel. I told you—you have to wait."

"You are so evil," you gasped out, your voice cracking as you tried to tilt your hips toward him, begging for his touch. "Put your mouth back... please, Mikey, just a little bit—"

"Tsk, tsk," he hummed, catching your hips in his large hands to hold you firmly in place so you couldn't move against him. "Look at how needy my bratty wife gets when she doesn't get her way."

He hovered over your swollen, sensitive core, blowing a soft, cool breath of air right over your slick entrance. The sensation made you shudder violently, a breathless gasp tearing from your throat. He pressed one warm thumb lightly against your clit, giving it just a single, agonizingly slow rub before pulling back again, keeping you trapped right on the agonizing threshold.

"You've got ten more minutes to go," Michael purred, his eyes sparkling with pure delight. "And every time you whine, I'm resetting the clock."

"Michael, that's not fair!" you cried out, your breath catching in your throat as your thighs trembled against his shoulders. The unbearable pulse between your legs was practically screaming for relief.

"Did you just whine?" Michael teased, low chuckle vibrating against your skin. He leaned down, placing a warm, lingering kiss right on the inside of your thigh, just inches away from where you desperately needed him. "That's another minute added to the clock, sweetheart."

"I hate you," you gasped, throwing your arm over your face to hide how flushed and desperate you felt.

"No, you don’t," he purred, his long fingers trailing lightly over your stomach, making every nerve ending in your body flare up. "You love how much I push your buttons."

He hovered over your slick core once more, bringing his mouth agonizingly close without actually touching you. The heat from his breath alone was enough to make your hips twitch involuntarily. Gently, agonizingly slowly, he brought just the tip of his tongue up to skim the very edge of your swollen center—just a tiny, fleeting taste that had you arching off the mattress with a choked-off gasp.

"Michael... please," you whimpered, your fingers reaching down to tangle into his hair, trying to pull his head closer. "Stop torturing me."

"I'm not torturing you, Angel," Michael murmured, looking up at you through his dark lashes, his eyes heavy with raw heat and absolute control. "I'm making sure that when I finally let you cum... it's the absolute best feeling of your life."

He gently pried your hands out of his hair and pinned your wrists above your head with one hand, leaving you completely exposed and at his mercy.

"Now," he whispered, his tongue trailing a slow, agonizing line right up your wet folds, stopping just shy of your clit. "Be a good girl and count down the seconds for me."

"O-one..." you squeaked out, your entire body trembling violently under his firm hold. "Two... thr—oh, god!"

You completely lost count as Michael pressed his warm lips against your slick center, taking your swollen clit into his mouth and applying a gentle, rhythmic suction. The exquisite friction was too much, too sharp, and too sweet. Every nerve ending in your lower half flared like live wire, sending waves of intense, agonizing pleasure straight up your spine.

"Focus, Angel," Michael murmured against your skin, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that sent shivers straight to your core. His long fingers slid back inside you, pumping with a firm, deliberate depth that matched the swirl of his tongue. "Count for me."

"F-four... five..." you gasped, tears of sheer pleasure pricking the corners of your eyes. Your hips bucked helplessly off the mattress, seeking the full weight of his mouth, but his broad hand on your hip kept you perfectly anchored. "Michael, I can't... I swear I'm going to snap..."

"You're doing so good, baby," he purred softly, his tone shifting into something sweeter, richer, even as his mouth worked you with merciless precision. "Just a little longer. Keep holding on for me."

You held out through eight, nine, ten excruciating seconds, your breath coming in short, frantic hitches as the pressure in your belly coiled into a tight, explosive knot. You could feel every pulse of your own heart, synchronized with the deep, rhythmic thrusts of his fingers.

When the fifteen minutes finally expired, Michael felt the wild, uncontrollable shivers running through your legs. He pulled his fingers free, sat up in one smooth motion, and gathered you up into his arms, positioning you over his lap before driving himself all the way inside you in one swift, agonizingly deep plunge.

"Now, sweetheart," Michael rasped into your ear, his chest heaving against yours as his hips snapped forward. "Cum for me."

He strokes himself up into you once more at a fast pace, he was so hard he felt his own release coming quickly too as the mixes of each others juices splat all over the sheets.

A shattered, breathless scream tore from your throat as your walls clamped down hard around him. The long-awaited release crashed over you like a tidal wave, blinding and absolute. Stars appear in your closed eyelids as your whole body shook in the grip of an intense orgasm. Michael growled out your name, his own restraint completely breaking as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, his body jolting as he poured himself into your slick heat, riding out the tail end of his own release alongside yours.

Exhausted, you lay tangled in the soft white sheets, your head resting comfortably on Michael’s bare chest. His broad hand moved in slow, soothing circles across your lower back, his fingers occasionally twirling a strand of your hair. The intense, competitive heat from earlier had completely melted away, replaced by a cozy, heavy warmth.

"You're a monster, you know that?" you mumbled tiredly into his skin, your voice hoarse.

Michael let out a soft, rumbled laugh that vibrated pleasantly against your cheek. He leaned down, pressing a tender kiss to the crown of your head.

"I'm not a monster, Angel. I'm just a man who knows how to keep his wife entertained," he teased softly, his thumb lightly stroking your hip. "Besides... you were the one who started the challenge."

"And I learned my lesson," you sighed, pulling the plush comforter up over both of your shoulders and nuzzling deeper into his chest. "Next time, we’re having normal sex.”

Michael chuckled, wrapping both arms around you securely, pulling you so close there wasn't an inch of space left between you.

"Deal," he whispered, his warm breath fanning across your forehead as he kissed your eyelids, your nose, and finally your lips in a slow, sweet sequence. "Rest up, sweetheart. I'm right here."

With his steady heartbeat drumming a comforting lullaby beneath your cheek, you closed your eyes, feeling completely warm, loved, and safe in his arms as you both drifted off into a deep, well-deserved sleep.

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I feel like it would be so cute to see Michael with a single mom. He could meet her through one of nieces and nephews birthday parties or something. Or he could meet them at a bookstore. Like single mom x child are at the bookstore and the child likes Disney books and then they bump into Micheal Jackson either as himself or in a disguise idk what do you think?

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐞𝐲.

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: mature!michael jackson x black!reader

𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: when a chaotic sunday afternoon collision in a quiet bookstore introduces you to a soft-spoken stranger, you never expected him to bond with your four year old. between late night phone calls after your kid is tucked in and shared domestic sweetness, you and michael discover that the sweetest love is the kind built softly in quiet spaces of everyday life.

𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: fluff, soft!romance, single mother!reader, realistic AU, age gap (michael is in his 40s, reader is in her early 30s), parenting solidarity, pure comfort, meet-cute.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 3.6k

𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐲’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: another mature era fanfic coming your way. honestly, i had to cut myself off because i wanted to do something to where reader meets his children, but if you'd like to see that eventually, let me know. regardless, this is my first attempt at a meet-cute typa thing.

𐙚 thriller! michael x black gf! reader

𐙚summary - sneaking in michael was easy, staying quiet was the hard part. based on this req!!

𐙚 content -p-in-v, (mostly)slient sex, oral (f! receiving), multiple orgasms(f!) the reader (an adult)still living with her parents, they say baby ALOT

the plan was clear. michael was too come at 12:30am on the dot. knowing your parents would well asleep by then.

and there he was slipping through your already open window. his feet making no noise when he landed on your plush carpet. turning around briefly to close the window, leaving it cracked slightly.

your small bedside lamp illuminating your small bedroom. you watched michael slowly slip of his shoes and creep toward you. michael bit back smile watching you, so soft and sleepy. you wore a little pink baby doll nightgown with lace and a bow on the front.

as he began to get on your bed, a large creak starting you both. your heart dropping down to your stomach, looking at him worried. giving you another grin, he put his finger over his mouth. your heart pounding, something in the back of your mind telling you the whole house could hear you two. your old childhood home was truly made from cardboard.

you grabbed him by his collar with both hands, pulling him in for a kiss. starting slowly, his hands settling at your waist. the kiss quickly turning deep, filthy, all tongue no words needed to be said, it spoke for itself. your hands began toying at the bottom of his hoodie, he quickly picks up on your silent request.

he breaks the kiss. ripping off his hoodie and opening your legs to place himself right inbetween them. on instinct you lie down, hair messy on the soft pillow. he hovers over you kissing you again, his hands sneaking up the bottom of your nightgown to play with your pretty brown nipples.

thumb brushing over your already stiff nipples, he pinched and rolled them between his fingers. bunching the dress up to the top so michael could suck on your pretty titties, showing them both love. you bit back your moans so hard you almost drew blood.

he kissed his way down to your bare cunt. your back arching off the bed as you let out tiny, breathy sounds.

“baby..” you quietly gasped.

he spreads you legs open wider, hooking them over his shoulder. he buried his face inbetween your legs no hesitation.

the first long lick of your soaked pussy made your eyes roll to the back of your head. his tongue circled and sucked your clit, before sticking in his thick middle finger and shortly after his ring finger. he slowly fucked his fingers into you in a rolling motion, wanting to feel all your gummy walls. you rocked your hips against his mouth and fingers, your hands holding his jaw. the wet sounds filling the quiet room.

you hands tightly clasped over your mouth to muffle that broken cry and your legs gently shook around his head as your orgasm came ripping through your body. michael continued sucking and kissing your cunt until aftershock of your orgasm eased. now he hovered back over you.

“you did so good, honey.” he pecked kisses on your cheeks. mouth stil slick with your essence. you quietly cringing and giggled at the feeling. knelling back to sit on his heels, he shoved his sweat off revealing thick, hard, leaking cock. he leaned over you, lining his cock with your dripping entrance.

“gotta stay real quiet, okay?” your tone hushed.

michael eagerly nodded. “i’ll be extra quiet, i promise.”

finally entering slowly, that delicious stretch making your back arch. feeling each ridge and vein making your mind go blank.

“..honey, your so…tight. so..warm.” michael desperately gasps out. not yet thrusting but gently rolling his hips. you could quite literally feel him in the deepest part of your body.

his eyes fluttered shut, his mouth open in a slient moan. “oh… baby” cock aching to finally make sweet love to you. as he begins thrusting, your old childhood bed creaking at each thrust. he wasn’t even moving that fast, the bed made it seem like he was tearing your guts up. you placed you hands on his hips stopping his movements.

“..baby..baby…too loud. we can’t do it on here..” you furrowed in a worried expression. looking his eyes, you can practically see the gears in his brain shifting. eyes flickering to your fluffy carpet then back to you.

thats how michael ended up lying on the floor with his head resting on the pillow snatched from your bed and you straddling his narrow hips. he helped you guide his slick cock inside you, rubbing his swollen head along your soaked folds until you were trembling.

then you sank down, he slowly filled you inch by inch. letting out a gasp feeling the way his head so deep inside you, kissing that senstive spot.

michael head tipping back against the pillow, his lips parting.

“oh…oh..my gosh… baby.” his pretty voice cracking slightly. his grip bruising on your hip guiding you rising and sinking on him.

you leaned forward, hands on his chest. this new angle allowing you to bounce faster. he was letting a the prettiest, softest moans. increasing harder for the two of you to stay quiet. everytime you sank down, a quiet, filthy squelch came from the joining of you two. your cunt soaking wet, dripping down his cock and pudding at his pubic area making each glide smoother.

michael chest rising and falling rapidly, his curls stuck to his sweaty forehead. you lean down and whisper in his ear.

“don’ we sound s’pretty, mikey.” you whimpered. looking at him in his flushed face.

“yes.. the prettiest i’ve ever heard mama.” his head thrown back in an effort to repress his moans as you bounced faster than before. your thighs started shaking. the pressure deep in your belly , warm and aching.

michael wraps his arm around you lower back. sitting self up, helping you deeply roll his hips, chasing both releases.

“whenever your ready, ill be ready.” he says, kissing that sweet spot on your neck. one hand staying on your back and the other slowly creeping to finding your swollen clit, rubbing it in slow, intentional cricles.

picking up speed once more. so,so close.

“mama…yes..like that.” he groaned, buried in your neck holding you closer.

“..yeah?..like that?” you almost sound like you where taunting him.

“mhmm…baby..exactly like that.”

when your orgasm finally hit, it crashing though you in warm rolling waves. your cunt rhythmically pulsing around his cock, as the pleasure hit every nerve.

michael moments later following you. hips stuttering, hands cupping your ass to quickly pull you off him, releasing on both stomachs. his whole body trembles, stroking your upper thighs and you petting his nape coaxing him.

the two you of staying in that position, on the floor,matching breaths. michael peppering kiss along your face,temple, cheek, corners of your mouth. basking in the afterglow together. maybe you slightly salty he couldn’t do you properly, in bed. but you were complaining.

now in bed, your pink comforter covering you both. that bedside lamp finally cut off.

“shouldn’t you be leavin’ soon?” you yawned.

“yeah, will. i just wan’ make sure your sleeping good. ill be gone by the time you wake up.” you giggled softly, you leg and arm splayed across his body.

michael in fact, was not gone when you woke up… and your daddy wasnt too happy, oh well.

bad!michael x black!reader

— smut, p in v, model!reader, cursing, basically angry sex, dom! mike, sub!dom! reader.

synopsis: after michael told you he didn’t want you to do your upcoming shoot, you did it anyway. now he’s upset with you for going behind his back, and you’re willing to do just about anything to make it up to him.

a/n: i got kinda carried away, but this is nasty asf

michael had always been understanding, attentive, respectful — everything you wanted in a man. he was always reasonable with everything he did.

whenever you mentioned anything about your career, he was always supportive, and it was always reciprocated. which was why you couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t let you model for the cover of a magazine.

he knew the impact you had in the modeling industry, and always complied with everything you did, but there was something about this one that he didn’t like.

a few weeks ago you mentioned it to him, and he nodded saying what he normally would.

‘i’m proud of you.’

‘sounds good, baby. let me know when it’s happening.’

which was exactly why you couldn’t grasp the idea of why he wouldn’t let you do it now. michael had never been the kind of man to tell you what you could or couldn’t do.

that was what made this feel so difficult. you wanted to understand where he was coming from, you really did, but nothing he said seemed like enough of a reason.

maybe it was the clothes you were going to wear in the pictures, maybe it was the people involved, or maybe it was the fact that strangers would be looking at you.

but when you began to question him, that was exactly how the argument started. you and michael never really argued, and if you did it was playful. there was something about the way that he was acting that just got under your skin tonight.

“i just wish you’d let me do the damn shoot,” you muttered, your hands finding the edge of the kitchen counter. michael didn’t answer. you let out a scoff, shaking your head.

“i’ve been asking you why for weeks, and you still haven’t given me a real reason.”

“i have given you a reason.”

“no,” you cut him off, “you’ve told me not to do it. that’s not the same thing.”

michael looked at you, his expression hardening slightly. “watch your mouth.” you stared at him, almost not believing that was what he chose to focus on.

you stared at him, almost not believing that was what he chose to focus on. “thats your main worry right now?” you asked, your voice quieter but somehow more frustrated.

“no,” michael replied, shaking his head. “but i’m not going to stand here and let you talk to me like i’m the enemy.” you let out a small, humorless laugh, turning away from him for a second.

“i’m not making you the enemy, michael. i’m trying to understand you.”

“then listen to me.”

“i am listening,” you said, looking back at him. “that’s the problem. i’ve been listening for weeks, and all you’ve said is that you don’t want me to do it.”

his face softened for a moment, but he didn’t say anything. and that was exactly what bothered you. “what is it?” you asked. “is it the pictures?”

you noticed michael’s eyes shifting away. “is it?” he shook his head, running a hand over his face. “it’s not that simple.”

“then make it simple for me.” he exhaled, clearly frustrated, but not with you, but frustrated with the fact that he was struggling to put it into words.

“the way you described them… the way they want you to look… i don’t know.”

“you don’t know?” you repeated.

“i just don’t like it.” you didn’t understand. “why?”

michael hesitated. “because i don’t think they’re looking at you the way i do.” you stared at him, trying to understand what he meant.

“what does that even mean?”

“it means i know what people are like.” you shook your head, letting out a frustrated breath. “michael, i don’t understand what you’re trying to say.”

“the way you described the shoot… the clothes, the pictures—”

“so that’s what this is about?”

he didn’t answer right away. and somehow, that answer was enough. “you’re kidding me.”

“i’m not.” he shot back, still not letting up.

“no, because i’m trying to see where you’re coming from, but you’re not making any sense.”

you crossed your arms, looking at him. “i’m okay with everything you do.” his expression shifted.

“what?”

“i’m serious. i’m always okay with you being in your music videos with other women. i’m okay with you performing with them, working with them.”

your voice softened slightly, but the frustration was still there.“do you think i don’t notice? you’re michael. people have been in love with you for years.”

he looked down, but you continued. “and i’ve never once made you feel guilty for doing your job.”

you shook your head. “because i trust you.” the silence made the room feel cold. “so i don’t understand why you can’t trust me.”

“that’s not what this is.”

“then what is it?” you asked. “because from where i’m standing, it feels like you’re asking me to give something up when i’ve never asked you to do the same.”

michael didn’t answer. and that hurt more than anything he could’ve said. you waited, hoping he would finally explain it in a way that made sense, hoping he would give you something to hold onto.

but he didn’t. eventually, the conversation faded into nothing. not because either of you were okay with it, but because there was nothing left to say.

the next morning came too quickly. the sun had barely started to rise when you woke up.

the house was still quiet, the kind of quiet that only existed in the early hours of the morning. michael was still asleep beside you, completely unaware of how long you had been awake.

for a moment, you just watched him. even after the argument, even after the frustration and the things neither of you knew how to say, you still hated leaving things like this between the two of you.

you leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek. “i love you,” you whispered, even though you weren’t sure if he heard you.

you got ready as quietly as you could, careful not to wake him as you grabbed your things and slipped out of the bedroom.

the drive to the agency felt longer than usual. when you arrived, everything was already moving.

people rushed around with garment bags, makeup cases, and racks of clothes being pushed from one room to another.

it was familiar. the kind of chaos you had grown used to over the years. but today felt different.

maybe because, for the first time, you were doing something michael didn’t completely understand. and you weren’t sure if that made you feel guilty or determined.

once you stepped into the studio, everything moved quickly. makeup artists worked on you, stylists made the final adjustments, and before long, you were being dressed for the shoot.

the dress was a little more revealing than your usual shoots, showing more skin than you were used to.

the poses were also more daring than what you typically did, a little more suggestive and meant to capture a different side of you.

but it was still just a shoot. just your job.

it didn’t take long for the pictures to be taken. the hours passed quickly, and before you knew it, you were looking through the final shots.

you couldn’t help but smile, you looked beautiful. exactly how you wanted to be seen.

by the time the day was over, exhaustion had finally caught up with you. you made your way back home, still replaying the shoot in your head, wondering if michael would finally understand why this meant so much to you.

when you stepped inside, the house was quiet. until you saw him. michael was sitting there, waiting for you

“oh, michael, you scared me.” you said as you closed the door behind you.

you weren’t expecting him to still be awake. after the day you’d had, you were hoping things would feel a little easier once you got home.

the look on his face told you that wasn’t going to happen. “you’re upset.”

michael didn’t deny it. he stayed where he was, his eyes following you as you set your things down. “you went.”

you sighed quietly, already knowing where this was headed. “yes, i went.”

“after everything we talked about?” his voice wasn’t raised, but somehow that made it worse.

“i know what we talked about,” you replied. “but we never actually talked about why.”

his expression tightened. “i told you how i felt.”

“you told me you didn’t want me to do it,” you said, turning toward him. “that’s not the same thing as telling me why.”

michael looked toward the table beside him, and that was when you noticed the envelope sitting there. you didn’t need to ask what it was, you already knew it was the photos.

“they sent those over earlier,” he said. you looked back at him.“and you’ve seen them.”

michael nodded slightly. “yes.” you swallowed, trying to read his face. “michael, it was a shoot.”

“i know what it was.”

“then why are we still here?” he looked at you, frustration finally starting to show. “because i’m upset that you knew how i felt and you went anyway.”

“and i’m upset because it feels like you already made the decision for me without thinking about what this means for me.”

michael looked away, and for a moment neither of you said anything. you hated that this was where the two of you were.

usually, michael was the person you went to when things felt difficult. he was the person who understood you, the person who encouraged you.

but right now, it felt like he was the one standing in your way. “you’re being unfair,” you said quietly.

his eyes returned to yours. “unfair?” he repeated.

“yes.” you shook your head. “because i’ve always supported you, no matter what.”

you turned away from him, walking toward the kitchen as you tried to collect your thoughts. michael followed close behind. you stopped near the island, taking a moment before looking back at him.

you were tired of going in circles, tired of feeling like the two of you were having the same conversation without actually getting anywhere.

“i just don’t understand why this became something you needed to stop me from doing.”

michael looked more hurt than angry now, which somehow made this even more difficult. “because i saw the pictures.”

the answer was simple, but it still made your chest tighten. you already knew what he meant. the dress, the poses, the way the photos came out. you knew that was what had been bothering him all along.

“and i understand that you don’t like them,” you said, your voice calmer than before. “but i don’t understand why that means i did something wrong.”

michael looked away briefly, his fingers brushing over the edge of the counter as he searched for the right words. “it’s not that i think you did something wrong.”

“then what is it?”

he hesitated, and when he finally spoke, his voice was quieter. “i don’t like knowing that everyone is going to see you that way.”

you stared at him, letting the words sink in. because that was the first real answer he had given you. but instead of making you feel better, it only made you more frustrated.

“michael, you can’t ask me to understand something if what you’re really asking is for me to feel guilty about my own work.” he looked back at you, and you could see the conflict on his face.

“that’s not what i want.” you shook your head, stepping away from the island and moving further into the kitchen. “but that’s what it feels like.”

michael moved closer, not enough to interrupt you, but enough that you could feel how badly he wanted you to understand him.

“baby,” he said softly, the frustration in his voice fading into something else. “i don’t want you to be mad at me.”

you looked at him, still angry, still not ready to let him slide. “then don’t make me feel like i’m wrong for doing something that matters to me.”

neither of you moved after that. you were still angry. he was still upset. but standing there, only inches apart, it was clear that neither of you actually wanted to be on opposite sides of the room.

michael’s jaw stayed tight, eyes locked on yours like he was daring you to back away first. his chest rose and fell hard.

“you gonna keep staring?” he muttered, voice low and rough. “or you gonna forgive me?” your pulse hammered in your throat. “i want you to stop being difficult.”

a short, humorless laugh left him, but nothing was funny. before you could say something, his hand found the back of your neck, pulling you forward.

your mouths met in a heated kiss, tongues sliding together as he tasted like the tension still simmering between you. you pressed your palms to his chest, but it only made him pull you closer.

you could feel the hard line of his bulge pressing against your stomach through his pants.

“you drive me crazy,” he murmured against your lips, both hands sliding down to grip your hips, drawing you flush against him.

you could feel every inch of him. your frustration twisted into something hotter, wetter, as his tongue pushed deeper and his fingers held you tight.

you nipped at his bottom lip, making him inhale sharply. “then stop touching me.”

“make me.” he lifted you onto the counter in one smooth motion. the cool laminate met the backs of your thighs, and your legs parted as he stepped between them.

his hands moved with purpose. pushing your shirt up, palms gliding over your ribs, thumbs brushing the undersides of your breasts before he tugged your bra down and cupped them firmly.

“michael—” he kissed you again, deeper this time, one hand sliding down between your bodies. his fingers found the button of your shorts, popping it open, then dragging the zipper down.

he slipped his hand inside, cupping your core through your panties, feeling how damp the fabric already was. “so wet f’me already.”

you grabbed his wrist, half to stop him, half to keep him there. “i’m still upset with you.”

“yeah?” he eased the panties aside and dragged two fingers through your slick folds, circling your swollen clit with slow, deliberate pressure. “keep being upset then.”

your hips rocked forward as he rubbed faster, the pad of his middle finger pressing right where you needed it. the tension in your chest burned hotter, mixing with the ache building low in your belly.

you reached for his belt, unbuckling it, then the button of his jeans. the zipper came down with a soft sound, and you slipped your hand inside, wrapping your fingers around the hot, heavy length of him.

michael groaned into your mouth, hips shifting forward into your grip. “squeeze it just like that, baby.”

your hand stroked him once, twice, feeling the way he twitched in your palm, the head already slick. he was thick, and so hard it made your mouth water even as you held his gaze.

he hooked his fingers into the waistband of your shorts and panties, easing both down your thighs and off one leg so they hung from your ankle.

he lined himself up, the blunt head of his length nudging against your entrance. “look at me.” you did. eyes locked, both of you breathing hard, the tension between you still crackling.

“tell me you want this,” he said softly.

“i want it,” you answered.

he pushed in slowly, filling you inch by inch until he was buried to the hilt. your head fell back against the cabinet with a soft sound, a quiet moan slipping from your throat as he stretched you open.

he didn’t rush, he just pulled back and slid in again, setting a steady, rhythm that made the dishes in the drying rack shift gently.

“fuck— you feel so good,” he breathed, hands gripping your hips as he moved inside you. you wrapped your legs around his waist, heels pressing into his back as he rocked into you with controlled force.

each thrust drew a gasp from you, the counter cool against your skin. you tugged his shirt up so you could feel skin, nails dragging lightly down his chest.

“deeper,” you whispered. “if this is your way of apologizing.. don’t hold back.” his eyes darkened. his fingers gripped your thighs, spreading you wider, and drove into you with more purpose.

the wet sound of skin meeting skin filled the kitchen, mixing with your shared breathing. his thumb found your clit again, rubbing slow circles in time with his thrusts, pushing you closer to the edge.

“you feel that?” he murmured. “how deep i am? this what you needed when we started arguing, baby? needed me to remind you how good we are together?”

you couldn’t answer, you could barely think. every nerve was alive with sensation, pleasure coiling tight in your core as he moved inside you. your release hit without warning, washing over you in a warm wave.

you clenched around him, walls fluttering as you came with a soft cry, thighs trembling around his hips. michael groaned, hips stuttering as your climax drew him over the edge.

“baby— fuck, i’m—” he buried himself deep one last time, pulsing as he came inside you, warmth flooding deep while his forehead rested against your shoulder.

for a while, the only sounds were your mingled breathing and the faint hum of the refrigerator. his hands stayed on your hips, thumbs stroking slow circles over your skin like he couldn’t quite let go yet.

eventually he lifted his head, meeting your eyes. the anger was still there, but softer now. “listen, i apologize.” he said, voice low.

you watched him quietly, still trying to hold onto your frustration, but it was harder when he was finally giving you what you’d been asking for all night.

you sighed, shaking your head slightly. “you really know how to make things difficult, don’t you?”

a small smile tugged at his lips. “i could say the same about you.” you tried not to smile, failing miserably. “i’m still mad at you.”

“i know.” and despite everything, you couldn’t stay upset with him forever. not when he was looking at you like that.

this fandom is so toxic and so racist. bitches send me hate then get pissed when i fucking respond to it. i haven’t bleached my fucking skin, i don’t think im michael, i most definitely don’t wanna be white.

i have two finished michael fics in my drafts, i’ll probably post them and never step foot in this racist fandom again. i mean this to all the white and non-black fans who bully me and countless other writers. michael was my childhood, y’all aren’t gonna taint my memories of him with your racism and classless comments.

and to the bullies and hateful people, consider the impact of your hate, please. it’s harmless on anon, right? it’s not, actually. i feel things too, and i get hurt by this shit, and so does everyone else. get a new hobby.

go to hell!!

all the black writers here, i wish you the best, my lovelies, i’m gonna sub myself off for this one and just read all your works, please continue to tag me in your stuff!!

yeah this is bye-bye from me, don’t wanna write for michael anymore, the hate outweighs the kick of posting.

tagging my whole ass taglist and moots to inform y’all i guess. i’ll be writing for jude and jobe bellingham, just comment on here if u wanna be removed ig.

imma post one of my fics tonight and probs delete it if it flops, im leaving but i won’t waste hard work.