ミ★Contents: 18+/mdni/Smut/PLOT/sub! Michael/ Bad Era (1989 to be specific)/No Use of “Y/N”/ Dry Humping/ Dry Orgasm/ Multiple Orgasms/Overstimulation/Cream-pie/ P in V/ Dom! Reader/ PLOT/ Angst?/ Dom!Michael/ Sub!Reader/ Crying/No use of ai (if that isn’t obvious)/ Not proofread sorry (I’m lazy)/ Use of “mama.” “Baby” “Cry-Baby”/Prince (singer) referenced.
ミ★Summary: You & Michaels “friendship” comes into question after he invites you to a wedding as his date.
A/N: if you want to skip to the smut search for the hot pink divider labeled “mdni(18+)”
It pained you to be so romantically, physically and sexually attracted to someone who deemed you as a “close friend.”
It pained you to want a relationship so badly with someone who didn’t seem—at this point—Interested in having a relationship with anyone at all.
So, it was that pain you lived in every moment of every day. The moment the famed “King of Pop” walked into your life he had stopped being just that. Instead, he became Michael. The boy with those beautiful big eyes—and that pearly white smile. The man who’d always tie half of his hair into a ponytail and refused to eat spaghetti.
The man who’s laugh brought color, light and meaning into your life. The man who turned every other face around him into a blur. He was your friend, and had been for years. You prided yourself on just being there for him. Not there because of who he was and what he could do for you. That was why you never dared bring up the feelings you’d been harboring.
Despite all of this, you enjoyed every moment with him. So, when he called you up seemingly out of blue one morning asking; “Would you like to come as my date to a wedding this weekend?”
You’d twirled the phone cord between your fingers. Just hearing him ask you to be his date sent your nerves spiraling. Even if deep down you knew he hadn’t meant it in that fashion.
You said yes before you even knew whose wedding it was. It turned out to be an old family friend.
When the day of the wedding arrived, a sleek black limousine was parked in-front of your modest California home. It was a 1988 Lincoln Town Car Stretch Limousine with tinted windows. For some odd reason, that sent a tremor straight down your spine.
A bulky brother with a thick mustache appeared around the right side of the car, holding the door open for you. You waved, holding your heels tightly in your hand as you clambered into the backseat.
The first thing that hit you was the Calvin Klein Obsession for Men. A beautiful collision of vanilla and amber and something that was so uniquely him.
“Hi.” Michael said softly, nodding his head whilst raising a single hand in greeting.
He, as always, was dressed to the nines. A beautiful cream colored suit with a subtle pink hue. The fabric perfectly tailored to every curve of his body.
“…Hi.” Your greeting was delayed. You hadn’t meant it to be that way, but it was like he put you in a trance that turned your mind to mush.
“You look very beautiful.” He chuckled, the top row of his pearly whites completely devouring his bottom lip. You hated when he did this. No, you adored it. You hated how it made you feel.
“Thank you.” Your eyes flickered over him quickly.
“You look very handsome.”
“I know.” He responded; deadpan.
You blinked. How on earth could you possibly respond to that?
“Oh, I’m just messing with ya.” He chuckled, his fingers meeting your forearm with a light tap. They lingered there for a few moments too long before he seemed to realize and yanked his hand away.
He looked down at his feet.
“Trying to lighten to the mood. You seem a little..serious.” His eyes flickering to yours at that last beat.
“I’m just nervous. That’s all.” You huffed.
“About attending a wedding?”
The wedding ceremony was one of beautiful splendor. With a ring bearer so little he’d dropped the rings twice. To three young flower girls to spun and danced the entire way down the aisle. Which sent Michael into a fit of laughter.
The pairs vows of an unwavering love for eternity left you in tears.
Unconsciously, your eyes found his throughout the pleasantries. As if he’d sensed you, he’d meet your eyes at that very same moment. Only to instantly yank them away.
On the church pews the two of you were squeezed together. You could feel him. You could feel the heat of him. It drove you nuts. Desperate to alleviate yourself from the onset panic your body decided to entrap you in, you continually shifted around. You couldn’t breathe. Your heart was in your throat and your lungs in your ass.
You must have been moving around a bit too much, Beacuse his hand came up on your shoulder to still you. He wasn’t facing you, but his jaw was locked, his eyes squinted. He was clearly agitated.
Eventually, the time for the reception rolled around. You found yourself seated beside Michael at a round table clothed in a white silk. Rose petals scattered about.
Your palms were unreasonably sweaty. This, paired with your bouncing leg, chewed nails and stiff posture, seemed to be the cherry on top.
You weren’t usually like this. You were usually more than capable of suppressing every emotion and sensation he erupted in you, but today was different. He just looked so good, and the guilt was just eating at you.
Suddenly people around the room were delivering cliché toasts to the bride and groom, you listened half heartedly playing with the silverware that was previously wrapped up “restaurant style.” Well, It had been until you got to it.
Out of the blue Michael rose up for a toast. Because of course he did.
He shone that bedazzling smile as he raised his glass towards the sky.
“Congratulations to the wonderful bride and groom,” he began, tilting his head towards the pair.
“It is so beautiful that the two of you were able to find one another. Many people don’t ever find that person. Some don’t even want to. Though, I feel that is the most important thing in the world. Such pure love between two souls.” His eyes met yours before spanning across the room.
“It is a big, big world.” He continued “A world with many obstacles that the two of you have overcome. I think that it’s important to remember that. To honor the hard work and dedication that goes into loving someone. It is one of the most difficult things; loving someone. They can be so aggravating, hardheaded and annoying.”
There was a collective laughter among the crowd of people.
“But I think even in that, you must remember that they are acting out of the core desire of being loved or receiving love.”
He began to lower the drink. “Because that’s all anyone really desires right?”
“To love, and to be loved.”
Everyone in the room applauded, the bride had even begun crying. But every tear, every whistle seemed to fade into useless background noise.
Because despite the dozens of people in this room, he was looking right at you.
He settled back down in the chair beside you with a huff, adjusting the collar to his suit.
“You think I did a little too much?” He murmured leaning in towards you. Your heart fluttered.
“It was beautiful Michael. Really. I could have cried.”
He laughed. “Oh, you’re just saying that.”
His collar was still crooked. You leaned forward, hesitant. He’d realized what you were doing he gave you a small reassuring nod. Go on.
“I’m being honest Michael. That was the most beautiful speech I’ve ever heard.” You leaned forward to adjust his collar. He bit his bottom lip and your heart skipped a beat.
He looked down towards the ground. “It’s true. All of it. It comes from the heart.” He placed his hand on his chest.
As if he’d finally mustered up the courage, he looked up to meet your eye. You stared into his for a few moments, searching for something, anything to say.
To your utter relief music began to play, and people began to get up and dance. Before you could question why, you were standing up as if your legs had a mind of their own.
“To dance. Where else?” You cheesed.
He nodded, as if mentally preparing to sit there and stare at a wall.
“You’re coming to dance with me.”
“I hope you didn’t bring me here to just sit around.”
“Then come on.” You extended your hand for him, but he ignored it. Standing up beside you as if he hadn’t seen it at all. The embarrassment was evident on your face.
The two of you mingled with the crowd all but gracefully. You couldn’t move with the music, you couldn’t feel the music because you were hyper aware of him right beside you. You attempted to do “the bump” but hit the entirely wrong person.
You weren’t a good dancer by any account but this was just pathetic. For the life of you, you couldn’t figure out why you’d done the bump anyway. That move had long since expired.
Michael himself wasn’t at his usual. Though his “worst” was significantly better than yours. He was great, but something was just a little off.
It didn’t help that he was creating a clear and obvious physical distance between the two of you. It made you feel horrible.
Suddenly the record switched and “I wanna be your lover” filled the atmosphere.
The bride hooted about how much she loved Prince. Her husband had been the one to request the song change.
When you dragged your gaze away from the couple, you jumped at how close you had gotten to Michael.
♬I wanna be the only one you come for. ♬
Because of course that would be the conveniently timed lyric that played just as you looked at one another.
The line was dipped in double meaning; yet oozing with sexual innuendo.
He chuckled awkwardly. “Prince.”
Suddenly, as if the universe were playing some cruel joke, the track faded into a slow song.
The songs soft cadence did nothing to soothe your nerves. You watched in utter horror and envy as couples all around you paired up so effortlessly. Without a thought, without a worry.
Without the sweaty palms and lurching heart.
You watched as Michael registered the room around you, his eyes flickering from one pairing to the next.
When his eyes fixed on you, it felt as if everything you had ever done, everything you’d ever wanted, everything you had been and had become narrowed down to this one moment.
The moment where he surrendered to everything the two of you had been dancing around for months.
When you laid your hand in his he jerked backwards ever so slightly. As if he were considering pulling away entirely.
Instead he guided your hand so it rested on his shoulders, his own hand wrapped around your waist.
Michael leaned down so he could whisper in your ear.
“You’re shaking.” He murmured—his breath warm against your cheek.
“I’m terrified.” You admitted, your heart was beating impossibly fast, your legs were weak.
“Why? You know me well enough,” He teased, pulling back so your faces were just inches apart.
His lips were there. They were right there.
“You make me nervous, Michael.”
The teasing smirk he’d been wearing so smugly only seconds ago faded. You watched as the weight of your words dawned on him. The realization seemed to wind him.
You continued dancing together, your bodies in tandem.
Every-time you didn’t know the move, his hand would gently guide you in that direction.
Every-time you stumbled he’d catch you. His own foot work accounting for it.
Your noses brushed, your breath intermingled.
Your lips parted, He was so close that you felt his eyelashes brush against your upper cheek.
You took the final leap of faith. You leaned forward and closed the distance.
Your lips gently grazed his, the tip of his tongue slipped from his mouth. You could taste him.
Finally. You thought. Finally.
The conclusion to all your fruitless searching. The end of your suffering, of all your love kept locked away.
That end would not come so quickly; just as quickly as your lips grazed his, he pulled away. Your kiss left incomplete, your desire unsatisfied.
You felt like you were going to be sick.
“I’m sorry.” He rambled. His hands flying forward only to fall back to his sides. “I can’t…We can’t..”
You had a lump in your throat so large it hurt. Your eyes were stinging, tears threatening to spill over. You fought them like your life depended on it.
Your dignity surely did. If you had any left at all.
There was a restless longing. An unsoothable ache buried deep in your chest. A unsatisfied hunger in your ribs.
All of this, and you simply answered. “It’s okay.”
He wasn’t looking at you. In fact, he was looking at anything but you.
It destroyed you. But it at least gave you the opportunity to wipe away a fallen tear in secrecy.
“It’s just late. The music, the atmosphere.” You laughed, trying to ease the tension.
He was silent, he still wouldn’t look at you. His jaw was locked, and his eyes were glazed over. His hands were tucked into the pockets of his trousers.
The song had changed, but its affect lingered.
“I have to use the ladies room,” You murmured “Then I’m ready to go.”
You couldn’t get to the bathroom fast enough. You walked slowly at first. Gradually increasing your speed. It felt like everyone’s eyes were on you; even though you knew they weren’t.
A few tears betrayed you, tricking down your face, curving at your chin. You’d lost the fight.
You tripped over your dress a few times before you finally reached the bathroom.
As soon as you slammed the door behind you your chest heaved and the tears came spilling over.
The pain you felt in that moment was unlike any pain you’d ever felt. It felt like your heart was continuously being torn from your chest. And every-time you replayed the moment it felt worse.
Eventually the urge to cry faded, as did your desire to be in that stuffy bathroom any longer. You lazily washed off the mascara that ran down your face, leaving the rest of your makeup smudged. You didn’t care.
When you emerged from the bathroom, Michael was nowhere to be found. For a moment you truly believed he’d abandoned you here.
But Michael was a gentleman, and George—the chauffeur from earlier—was standing by the door waiting to escort you to the limousine.
As soon as you settled into the backseat of the car, that wave of emotions that made you want to cry came surging over.
He sat at the far left end of the car, making sure there was as much space between the two of you as humanely possible. His fists were clenched up so tightly you wondered if he was getting the proper circulation there.
Michael avoided looking at you, or anything besides the divider that separated the driver from the passengers.
The humiliation, the shame, the hurt and the childishness of it all enraged you.
It was an indescribable relief when your house came into view.
You sat for a moment after the car parked, silently begging for Michael to say something. To reassure you. To tell you hadn’t ruined everything, that the two of you were still friends.
Instead he just looked at you.
At least he was doing that now.
Anger shot through you as yanked the handle and opened the door aggressively, not bothering to wait for George who had been rounding the corner.
You wanted to get out of that car. You wanted to get away from him. Away from everything he made you feel.
“Wait,” He called just as you stormed away.
“Save it.” You hissed slamming the car door behind you.
You didn’t care much for pity.
George had clambered back into the drivers seat and had turned the key, the engine rumbled to life.
“Michael it’s time to go.”
Michael ignored him completely and sat in silence for a moment before opening his own door. Silently cursing himself from doing so.
He came up behind you. You were fidgeting with your door keys, your vision blurred by tears.
“I don’t want to hear it Michael. I don’t want an explanation.” You shot. “I just want to be left alone, okay?”
He didn’t respond directly. Instead, “let me help you with that.”
You looked from your keys then to him.
“No you don’t. Just give it here.” He shot back, taking the keys from you and opening your door in one smooth motion.
You yanked your keys back with a mumbled thank you, hot with embarrassment and everything else you’d been feeling all evening. You expected him to leave. He didn’t. Rather, he followed you inside.
It was typical of him to walk a lady to her door, but coming inside was too much.
“Michael what do you want? Listen, I don’t need your help or comfort or sympathy or anything. You just rejected my kiss. I’m a grown woman I can handle it.” With that, you kicked off your heels and started towards your room.
“Will you stop saying that? I’m not here because I pity you.”
He stopped at your room door, his body stiff.
“Apology accepted. Goodbye Michael.”
“Will you let me finish?” He raised a hand to silence you.
“I’m sorry. Not only to you for the way I’ve behaved tonight, but I’m also sorry for myself.”
You stood, silent, listening.
“Do you know how many men would have jumped at the chance to kiss you? You’re a beautiful woman—don’t think I don’t know that.”
He looked away. “I know. I’m reminded of it every time I look at you.”
He took a hesitant step into your bedroom. Mentally and physically crossing a border.
“I have feelings for you. I admit that. You make me feel…things. Love. You make me feel love.” He continued walking towards you.
“And hope. You make me feel hopeful of finally meeting the right girl; being able experience that true love that I’ve been craving.”
There was a pause. “Getting married and having eighteen children.”
You laughed, the sound startled you.
“If that’s all true...why haven’t you said anything? I haven’t exactly been subtle..” You silently cursed yourself for this.
His hand found your cheek, his thumb rubbing circles along your skin.
“You make me nervous too. More than that, really. You make me horrified. I see you and I feel all these things and I don’t know what to do.”
Your eyes found his, it felt as if he was going to kiss you, you didn’t bet on it though. Not after last time.
“I’m afraid of hurting you. But..I see now that’s exactly what I’m doing.” He used his free hand to grab yours, your fingers intertwined. He held your hand upwards, examining the beauty of the two of you, together.
“What I have been doing.”
His eyes flickered from your hands, to your lips.
His big brown eyes locked into your eyes.
“I don’t want to hurt you anymore.” he brought your hand to his lips; where he planted a warm, wet kiss. The sensation evoked something completely different in you.
“Then don’t.” You murmured, freeing your hand from his tantalizing grasp so you could hold his face—just as he held yours.
You again, took that leap of faith.
You leaned in for the kiss. Your lips brushed his, the tip of your tongue grazed his bottom lip.
To say you were petrified was an understatement.
But to say Michael wasn’t; was a complete and utter lie.
When you went in for the full kiss, your lips completely devouring his-you could sense a change in his demeanor. All the confidence he’d mustered had faded, and in its place; terror that sent trembles throughout his body.
You could visibly see him fighting his desire; you wouldn’t allow it. Not this time. Not ever again. You could no longer live like this.
You could no longer live life without the one thing you truly wanted.
You slipped your tongue into his mouth, he accepted the intrusion with a startled hum. Your tongue danced around his, intertwining, inviting.
All the while you’d guided his body, so that his hips were pressed firmly against the edge of mattress. Your hands roamed; from the sharp curves of his beautiful face, to the wide of his shoulders. You even dared to undo the first three buttons of his suit.
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Throughout all of this you felt his growing erection pressing against your thigh. Every now and then he’d grind against you, chasing that friction, desperate for that relief.
The heat growing between your legs was unbearable; there was a constant pulsing.
Suddenly, his hands flew up to stop you, he nudged you back gently; grunting as if it hurt him to do so. His eyes were hooded, his lips swollen. It was just as evident in his face as it was the rest of his body that he wanted this. He wanted it just as terribly as you did.
“Stop fighting it.” You murmured.
Michael tore his gaze away, angling his head away from you.
You grabbed his chin, forcing him to look at you. You were dazed by the beauty that met you.
“Stop denying yourself pleasure.”
“I’m not denying anything.” He rambled; convincing no one but himself. “I’m not fighting..”
“You are.” You breathed, nudging him onto the bed. He propped himself up with his elbows, his lips parted, a few more curls coming loose.
Your knees hit the bed, he bit his lip. You crawled up to him, straddling his hips; a knee on either side of him. You lifted your dress slightly, allowing the two of you access. He sat rigid beneath you, his eyes darting from the door, to your face, to your body, then the door again. His chest was rising and falling at an inhuman pace.
You grinded against his erection, hissing as the fabric of your underwear rubbed against the fabric of his trousers. The friction was unbelievable.
Michael tilted his head back, strangled indecipherable noises erupting from his throat. His hands squeezed your thighs so tight you thought he might leave bruises.
It was a visible fight. You’d watch Michaels grip loosen-just to tighten up again at the insistent roll of your hips.
“Surrender.” You whispered into his ear.
He threw his head from side to side, warring with his mind and body. Still fighting. Still denying.
“Surrender to my desire.”
You felt his cock twitch every time you grinded against him.
“Surrender to your desire.”
You nibbled at his ear, your hands resting on either of his shoulders to help ground yourself—to maintain your fragile balance and control.
You leaned down to kiss his lips, your tongue yet again exploring his mouth. Memorizing his taste.
“Surrender to our desire.” You moaned into his lips.
Michael whimpered, pushing your hips firmly down so that there so absolutely no distance between the two of you. You winced, his grasp tight around your ass. He rocked his bulge against the wet fabric of your panties, his brows knitted together. He pulled his lips away from yours; as if he knew you wanted to hear every single pathetic sound that left his mouth.
“Ohhhh myy god.” He cried.
His hips jerked once, twice, his head thrown back and his neck exposed as he sobbed your name. You felt something wet pool between the two of you. Something that wasn’t your arousal.
“Lay on your stomach.” He pointed towards the headboard, your pillows sprawled about.
“Michael. Did you just—?”
“Lay on your stomach.” He demanded, removing the last few bottoms of his jacket. It fell uselessly to the ground.
As if you had no mind of your own, you obeyed. You positioned your body so that you were facing the headboard, and your ass was facing him. He crawled up behind; you the bed dipping under his weight.
You turned around to look at him and what a sight it was. he was clad in nothing but his underwear; the front was soaked. It became increasingly obvious what had happed.
His cock was restrained against the suffocating cotton of his underwear; yet the sheer girth of him was painfully visible. You couldn’t believe this was happening.
You’d imagined him shirtless more times than you cared to admit, but oh, he was absolutely everything and more.
You shivered when you felt his slender fingers graze your skin. His fingers wrapped reaching for the hem of your panties. You hissed as they slid down your leg.
He clenched them tight in his hands like they were something sacred. Then, he did something that shook you to your core.
“Michael!” It was weirdly embarrassing.
He stared at you like a deer in headlights. He looked as if he’d even shocked himself.
“I wanted to see what you smell like.” He murmured.
You hadn’t expected this from him. It was so erotic. It was so perverted. It was so sexy. It sent electricity straight down to your core.
“Michael I need you in me right now.” You gasped with a sudden urgency. It felt like you’d waited years for this. And maybe you had.
“Mhm. I know baby, I know.” His thumbs hooked around the waistband of his underwear. It wouldn’t slide down his legs smoothly, rather, it peeled off. Strings of cum sticking to it as he did so, his briefs sticky with spent seed.
You moaned when you saw him—all of him for the first time. his curls a wild testament to the dirty things you’d done to one another. His twitching cock—already slick with spent seed and leaking with pre cum—a prophecy to the dirty things you were about to do to one another.
“I need to be inside you.” He pumped his dick as he leaned down, biting his lip at the beautiful disheveled sight that lay before him. You were lying on your stomach, propping yourself up with your elbows. Your dress was wrapped awkwardly around your waist. The two of your too impatient to take it off completely. It was pulled above your ass—your sopping cunt on full display for him. The front of your dress had been pulled below your breast, your nipples hardened.
You reached behind you, holding him at the base—gently guiding his tip exactly where the two of you needed so desperately for it to go.
“Are you ready?” His question came In broken gasps, sliding only the tip in. The sensation overwhelmed you, you nodded fervently—unable to from words.
He slid deeper inside you, his hard length stretched you obscenely. Your legs wiggled uncontrollably as you took him in.
“Fuck!” He hissed. It was unlike him to be so profane, but your pussy was so warm, so tight. It was like a suction; pulling him in.
When he bottomed out, the two of you released a string of intermingled cries of pleasure. You were dazed, having him inside of you, filling you up so completely felt like heaven on earth. His cock throbbed frantically inside of you, your juices wrapping around him so perfectly. It felt good. Too good.
Something deep inside of your abdomen constricted, tightening, fluttering, and loosening all in the same breath. Your legs trembled violently.
“Fuck. Oh my god I’m cumming Michael I’m cumming.”
His hips jerked involuntarily. “Already?” He moaned, the feeling of your tight pussy constricting around him was pure bliss.
Your muscles constricted over and over again. Your body shook, and you cried. You actually cried. Months and months of pent up emotion came spilling over. You were so happy to have him here with you, to have him inside of you. To have him making you feel so amazing.
“Thank you.” You cried with every thrust. “Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.” It was so pathetic.
“You feel so fucking good baby. This feels so good.” He moaned as he began to pump in and out of your slick entrance at an aggressive pace. The sheer force of it winded you. You hadn’t expected so much so soon. You hadn’t had enough time to recover from your orgasm.
“I can’t believe I fought this for so long.” He whined, followed by an aggressive thrust of his hips.
Your mouth fell open, startled grunts fleeing from between your clenched teeth. Your hands tugging on the sheets. Your legs were trembling, your chest was heaving.
“You look so beautiful like this.” He huffed as he continued to plunge into you from behind. His balls slapping against your sensitive pussy with a pap.
The sound drove you wild.
You were a heaving, moaning, sobbing, sexed out mess below him. You were completely lost on the overwhelming sensation of his cock moving back and forth inside of you. The pleasure of every thrust intensified by the sensitivity of your cunt.
Something in you snapped again. You squeezed your eyes shut as they rolled to the back of your head. You tugged at the sheet so hard it started to lift off the mattress. A gush of natural fluids came flooding from you.
“You cummin’ again?” He asked, slamming into you now. He fucked you so hard that your entire body rocked below him. Your head bumped the headboard repeatedly, causing it to hit the wall over and over again.
“I feel that good?” He crooned the corners of his mouth curved into a smug grin. in a feeble attempt to keep you steady; his hand came around the back of your neck. The gesture, instead, allowed him to fuck you even deeper.
Your walls fluttered every time he delved into you. You were too sensitive. He was too big. He was being so rough. It was too much. It felt too good. You were sobbing now, shamelessly.
“Mhm. You’re such cry baby. That’s all you been doin all night. Crying and begging for me.”
You reached behind you, pressing your hand against his lower abdomen, signaling him not to stop—you didn’t want that by any account— but to slow down, ease up.
He gently removed your hand from where it pressed against him. He wrapped his hand around your wrist and pinned it on the bed beside your head, holding you there.
“Unt. Unt.” He thrusted into particularly deep. “This is what you wanted, remember? You wanted me to give in.”
He bent down and kissed your cheek—whispering into your ear. “You get what you ask for.”
“Take me mama. Take all of me.”
It was a stark contrast to how this all began, him below you, you demanding surrender.
Now you were surrendering to him.
He gave another harsh thrust, continuing to stuff his raw cock into your fluttering pussy. Your mains and cries of pleasure was like music to his ears. He peered down to see where your sex’ met. There was a thin ring of white forming around the base of his cock. He hissed, falling down so that his chest was pressed directly against your back. His thrusting shifted from the sexed out pounding, to a deep, passionate rhythm. His hands still pining your wrists to the bed on either side of your body.
Again, he felt your walls throb and tighten around him. His head rested in the space between your neck and your head, his breath hot and his cries clear as the spring rains in your ear.
“Oh I love you so much. I’m sorry for not acting on it sooner.” He was crying now too. His tip kissed your cervix and the two of you moaned in tandem. “I’m sorry for how I treated you all night..”
You scanned your mind, searching desperately for something to say to him. It was right there, it was on the tip of your tongue. Stop it Michael. It’s not your fault. I forgive you. But his cock was inside of you, and he was fucking you so good—your brain was like mush. Everything you managed to ‘say’ only came out a scrambled moan.
“What was that baby?” He hummed into your ear.
“D…Don’t…Keep fucking me like that.”
He thrusted deep, his tip slamming into your cervix.
“Like that?” He continued to pump his cock in and out of your sensitive pussy until once again, your body began to tremble.
“Yes!” You screamed. “Just like that!”
The orgasm hit you like a tidal wave. Somehow more intense than the last. Your juices released all over him, soaking his lower abdomen and coating his dick.
You felt his cock jerk inside of you frantically, he was throbbing. “Ohh baby.” He whined into your ear. His chest firmly pressed into your back, his sweat mingling with yours. Your sex’ interlinked. You had become one—in the purest, truest form.
His grip on your wrists loosened as he grabbed the base of his cock, preparing to pull out. He simply assumed that was what you wanted.
You enjoyed the sensation of him inside you, you enjoyed the fullness of it. You wanted to feel him, all of him. You wanted to feel him cum deep inside you.
You weren’t ready for him to pull away. In that moment it felt like you would never be.
“Don’t you dare!” You hissed, wrapping your legs around his hip to prevent him from pulling away.
His body trembled above you. “Goddamn baby.”
His thrusts grew sloppy and lazy, his brows were scrunched together, his mouth was hanging open. His cries of pleasure were loud and shameless. His hands frantically gripped all over your skin, searching desperately for any part of your body to hold on to.
“M’so close.” He whined, clamping down on his bottom lip. “M’so close.”
You whined pitifully as your final orgasm tore through you. It was less intense than the previous, but pleasurable all the same. All you could do was lay below him as he rutted into you. You were spent, you had nothing left in you.
That threw Michael over the edge. He gave one last and final pump into you before his entire body jerked forward, pressing your body completely into the mattress. His eyes were squeezed shut, sweat beading on his forehead. A long succession of moans loud enough to pass through the walls followed as his seed coated your insides white.
The two of you cried as he slid out of you, sensitive beyond description. When he pulled out of your wet folds, a small amount of his seed spilled from you. He rolled over and collapsed on the bed, his chest heaving as he fought for his breath.
The only thing you could muster was the roll of your head. You couldn’t move your body.
You angled your head so you could see him properly. His lips were swollen, his eyes were glazed over, his curls plastered to his sweaty face. His dick had begun to soften, his tip still swollen.
“I forgive you.” You whispered.
His eyes, which had closed due to utter exhaustion—shot open.
“What you said earlier…it’s not your fault.” You murmured, your heart fluttered as he turned to look at you. He reached for you, pulling you close to him. You laid your head on his chest, reveling in his warmth and listening to the slowing rate of his heartbeat.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have pushed you..”
He brought a finger to your lips, sushing you.
“It doesn’t matter.” He hummed, his speech slurred. It was obvious he was fighting sleep—and loosing the battle. “What matters is what the two of us do from now on.”
You nodded, turning your face so you could breathe in his sweet scent.
“I’m finally surrendering.” He murmured.
“I’m finally surrendering to you.”
Cross posted on Ao3: uni2lili
