ALL MINE? — Michael Jackson x F. Reader.
— SUMMARY: Michael is nominated for Artist of the Decade at the 1994 Music History Awards, so he finally decides to introduce you to the public as his musical muse and his girl! What he didn’t realize, though, was just how many people would want you, and he needs to remind you that you’re all his.
— WARNINGS: sub!mike, jealous!mike, lowkey ooc, michael gets very bratty, possessiveness, panty gagging, lots of praising, no use of ‘y/n’, soft!dom reader, angst & crack (if you close your eyes), one harmless Prince joke, two male OCs (The Neptunes inspired).
— WC: 5.3k (Idk how to stfu…)
— A/N: Based off of a prompt from this poll. For storytelling purposes, let’s pretend this award show isn’t made up ok…But hey, dangerous era sub!mike! We cheer! Like, comment, and reblog! Your feedback means a lot to me!! And don’t be shy to flood my inbox.
Michael Jackson was very, very stupid.
When you showed him your outfit for tonight, he nearly had a panic attack. You looked edible, and you were all his. He got so giddy at the thought of it.
You wore a long, mesh-like, black dress with gold accents and a plunging back, accompanied by red lace detail settled on your tailbone. It matched his extravagant jacket perfectly. Your smooth skin peeked out from the material in all the right places, and your legs looked magnificent. You wore a pair of gold red bottoms to accentuate the look, knowing Michael loved it when you wore high heels.
He had absolutely no complaints, other than one; he wanted to take the dress off of you as soon as you got it on.
“C’mon, we’re only 15 minutes from the venue. It won’t take us that long,” he complained.
“Michael, you cannot seriously be asking me for a quickie right now. You know how long it took me to get my hair and makeup done earlier. I don’t know what those ladies did to it, and I sure as hell don’t know how to recreate it either,” you said, giving your boyfriend an incredulous look.
“I know, I know. I’m sorry. You do look perfect though,” he complimented you, lifting your hand and giving it a tender kiss. “So glad you’re all mine.”
“All yours, baby,” you responded, loving the way his eyelashes fluttered at the nickname.
So yes, he was stupid. For some idiotic reason, he thought that because you were all his, that meant that you could only be seen by him.
Boy, was he dead wrong. The whole night, everyone’s eyes were on you. Because he’s stupid, he thought it was because of him, and it partially was- nobody knew who you were or why you were walking with him hand in hand, yet- but no. They were all looking at you hungrily. Looking at you the way he did. It made him sick. And the worst part? You didn’t even notice.
You looked that good and you didn’t even notice that basically everyone in attendance, man and woman, your age and older, was lusting over you.
You weren’t allowed to sit next to Michael the whole night, to your disappointment. He was getting honored with the biggest award, so he had a special table setup with all the works. The seating arrangement did, however, bless you in a way you didn’t expect. Your favorite hip hop duo, The Nebulas, had assigned seats next to yours, and it took everything in you to not fangirl over them.
During the second commercial break, one of the members reached over for your hand and shook it firmly.
“Hey there, pretty girl. I’m Marz, and this,” he gestured to his music mate, “is Mercury.”
“I know!” you answered, a little too fast, embarrassing yourself in the process.
“I mean, I’m a huge fan of y’all’s music,” you corrected, hoping your excitement didn’t ruin the moment.
“Oh, really?” Mercury questioned you.
“Yeah! You guys had one of my favorite albums this year. I love the experimental sound you have,” you said earnestly.
“Why, thank you. What brings you here all by yourself tonight?” asked Marz, a polite way of asking ‘Who are you?’
“You wouldn’t believe me if I told you,” you say, dramatically sighing. The boys giggled.
“Nah for real, tell us.” Mercury leaned in in anticipation.
“Well, you know Michael Jackson is getting awarded ton-”
“Yo, Mike’s a legend! He deserves that award more than anyone!” Mercury interrupted, causing you to giggle.
“Yes, he is,” you said smiling to yourself.
“Our latest single actually samples Human Nature. He cleared the sample personally. Can you believe it?!” Marz asked, starting to sound like a fanboy. It was adorable.
“I know! I think it might actually be one of my favorites so far. It’s very beautiful,” you said, flashing a sincere smile at the both of them. An announcement over the speakers signaled that it was time for the venue to quiet down and hurry back to their seats.
“It was nice speaking to you,” you whispered to the duo.
“Likewise,” they said at the same time, Mercury blowing you a kiss, and Marz giving you a tap on the shoulder as the lights dimmed.
Michael was able to watch you from his seat. He felt terrible that for your first public event together, he couldn’t even hold you through the whole thing. Although he was grateful for the award, he would’ve given it up to Prince if it meant he could be with his baby the whole night. Especially after what he just saw.
Your favorite hip hop duo, The Nebulas, were flirting with you. He was so far that he couldn’t even hear what you were laughing at, let alone say anything to interrupt, and it made him seethe. Michael never got angry, never jealous, but tonight turned him into a whole different animal.
Every commercial break, they’d talk to you again, exchange knowing glances with each other when you weren’t looking, and it irritated him to no end. They even started getting comfortable touching you. Mercury pathetically reached over his friend’s lap to brush nothing off of your hair, just a desperate attempt to touch you. He was so frustrated, he could barely pay attention whenever someone would come up and congratulate him on the award he was winning tonight. An uncharacteristically green part of him wanted to march down from his table and pick you up from your seat, showing off just exactly who you belonged to.
He was getting more and more tempted to when one of the guys- Pluto, was it?- openly ogled your tits as you leaned down to fix one of the straps on your heels. He nudged his little friend and raised his eyebrows suggestively. When you fully sat up, the Pluto guy whispered something into your ear, and sneakily grabbed onto your waist when you started laughing hysterically. What the hell could be so funny that you didn’t even feel his heavy hand on your body?
It was time for Michael to be presented with Artist of the Decade, and you prepared your throat for the loudest scream you could muster. You tried searching for his face in the crowd, realizing he must’ve been dragged backstage during the last commercial break. Marz whispered, “Oh my God, it’s Michael Jackson time!” into your ears, to which you responded with an excited “I know!”
As soon as they announced his name, you stood up and hollered at the top of your lungs, the rest of the crowd following suit. He looked so unreal. The way the stage lights shone on his perfect features was enough to make your mouth water.
He began thanking his record company for having faith in his visions, his family for supporting him and he gave a beautiful speech dedicated to all the children in the world that inspired him. His humbleness made your heart melt. He ended off the monologue with a special shootout- to you. He called your name and pointed you out in the crowd, blowing you a bashful kiss.
“And to the beautiful lady in my life, to whom I owe everything. Thank you for being my muse and my girl. I can’t wait to celebrate with you tonight,” he added with an attempt at a wink. “I love you so much!”
You screamed out a muffled “I love you, baby!” and the crowd erupted in cheers.
The rest of the ceremony was spent in silence, to your surprise. You’d wondered if you did something to annoy your favorite artists, and got embarrassed by the idea.
Michael made his way to you before the lights even fully dimmed, looking restless. He gripped onto your waist needily.
“Come on, baby. Bill’s outside,” he said, before you could even properly greet or congratulate him.
“Oh, Michael! Congratulations!” you exclaim to him, planting a kiss on his cheek. Your mauve-colored lipstick leaving a stain.
“E-excuse me, sir?” Pluto Marz interrupted. “I’m Marz, and this is Mercury. We met over the phone once with our manager. You gave us permission to sample Human Nature in our most recent single! We just wanted to say thank you so much for that. The song is receiving insane reviews, and it’s all thanks to you!”
“Yeah, it’s a huge honor! You’re our biggest inspiration!” Neptune Mercury added, clumsily.
“I appreciate the compliments! If you don’t mind, me and my lady have an event to attend. Congratulations on the success with your new project!” Michael responded politely and smoothly. Too smoothly. Something was up. He gripped onto your waist even tighter when the boys came up to hug you goodbye. He loudly cleared his throat when one of them hugged you a bit too long for his liking, flashed him a glare, and then quickly composed himself with a sweet smile when he realized what he was doing.
You were driving him crazy. When you walked out of the venue, he stopped in front of your limo and kissed you hungrily, knowing the cameras would capture it all on film. You pulled back, flustered.
“Mikey, there’s so many people and cameras here,” you whispered into his ear with an exasperated giggle.
“Let ‘em watch,” he said lunging back for your lips.
“Come on, Mike! We gon’ be late if you keep that up!” Bill called from the driver’s seat.
The two of you flashed the paps brilliant smiles and ducked into the vehicle, your stomach twisting with the excitement of the evening. You couldn’t believe the beautiful words Michael dedicated to you in his speech, or the fact that you met your favorite artists.
You wouldn’t stop talking about them.
“Oh, and Michael! Marz said that he wanted me in their next video! Can you believe it? He said I reminded him of an old hollywood film actress and said I just had to get in contact with them! He gave me his number and everything!” you squeeled excitedly, flashing him the napkin he’d scribbled his contact info on.
“And you took it?” Michael asked flatly.
“Of course, silly,” you responded lightheartedly, not catching on to his attitude. “How else would I have been able to call them? It’s not like I’d just be able to find them in the phone book,” you say with a giggle at the idea.
“Coulda asked me,” he said with a shrug.
“Hmm, yeah. I guess I hadn’t thought of that,” you said with a nod. “Still, they were hilarious the whole night. Saved me from being bored all by myself.” You shuffled closer to his side, trying to build some tension. He looked scrumptious tonight, and you needed a taste.
“Yeah, seems like they entertained you more than I could’ve,” he added with a concealed roll of his eyes.
“Not even. I missed you so mu-”
“We’re pulling up to the party,” Michael interrupted, shrugging you off of his shoulder. You felt rejected, and you didn’t even know why. Did you smell? Did you embarrass him with all your screaming? You decided to shrug it off and pocket it for later, when you got home.
The entire party overstimulated you. You wanted to go home before you even stepped in, Michael’s dryness with you wavered your confidence. What the hell did you do wrong? It made you uneasy. You decided it was a good idea to down three flutes of champagne, ignoring the celebrities watching you. Seriously, did you have a ‘Kick Me!’ sign on your back?
As you and Michael made your way through the party- you awkwardly clinging onto him while he possessively hugged your hips- you were met with loads of familiar faces. All of them were A-listers you’ve seen on TV or plastered on the covers of magazines. You felt totally out of place.
The alcohol was making you hot, and you excused yourself to the restroom from Michael and the two pretty models he was talking to. He offered to go with you, but you made him stay, feeling like a burden already.
“I’ll be back in a sec, yeah? Just need to freshen up a bit,” you assured him with a wavering smile.
“Okay, we’ll be right here,” Michael responded evenly.
What the hell is on his mind? You wondered to yourself.
You were almost back to Michael, when you bumped into two familiar faces.
“Hey, you!” Mercury said excitedly, giving you a very friendly hug.
“How’s your night goin’?” Marz asked, giving you a chaste kiss on the cheek.
“Pretty crazy! I’ve never been to anything this…exciting before!” you respond with slightly forced enthusiasm. As much as you were excited to see some friendly faces, all you wanted to do was get home with your pretty boyfriend and give him a proper congratulations on his award.
“Yeah, these things can get pretty hectic, but I bet it helps to see some familiar faces,” Mercury quipped with a cheesy smile.
“Yeah! Plus, I bet it must be so hard having to fight everyone offa you. You look incredible, by the way,” Marz slurred into your ear over the music.
“Oh, stop it!” you responded bashfully, still shy. You gave him a playful push to his shoulder.
“I actually do all the fighting for her, but thanks for the compliment.”
You turned to your left and saw your boyfriend hovering next to you, not realizing he’d made his way over there through all the chaos.
“Let’s go,” Michael said into your ear, not caring if he came off as rude. He gave a quick wave to the boys and led you out of the party, rushing his way through goodbyes and congratulations.
“Mike, slow down,” you yelled at him, nearly tumbling over your own feet.
“We’re almost to the car,” he responded dryly. He was fuming. How could you just let those two idiots flirt so openly with you? Did they not think you were serious about your own boyfriend? Were you giving them hints?
He opened the limo door for you, and slid in quickly behind.
“Bill, take us home, please. ‘N turn on the radio and slide up partition, will you?” Michael asked.
“No problem. ETA is 11 minutes,” Bill responded.
“Perfect, thank you.” Michael sunk to his knees in the spacious limousine as soon as the partition started rolling up, not caring if Bill saw or heard anymore.
Without a word, he started kissing up your thigh, immediately following them with slight nips of his teeth.
“M-michael, we don’t have time…” you started, already losing yourself in the pleasure. You realized you missed him all night. You didn’t have any alone time together.
“You had time for them all night,” he snapped suddenly. The stern tone in his voice was so surprising, you almost thought he was joking.
“Excuse me?” you questioned him.
“You heard me. I mean, I barely even had ya to myself tonight. You even somehow found your way to them after your little trip to the bathroom. Am I that boring?” he said sharply. You could smell the alcohol on his breath.
“Michael, you’re being ridicul-”
“Am I? I saw the way they were lookin’ at you. The way they grabbed at you.” He palmed at your tits. “The way they drooled at these.” He looked up at your face. “You’re mine. You could’ve expressed that a lil’ more tonight,” he said accusatorily.
Who the hell did he think he was talking to?
“Michael, are you jealous?” you asked him, his behavior finally dawning on you. Was he seriously that worried about those two guys? They’re younger than you, totally not your type, and most of all, they’re not Michael. You started giggling.
“This is funny to you?” Michael asked, offended. He leaned back onto the balls of his feet, almost falling backward when Bill made a sharp turn.
“Hilarious, actually.” You started full on laughing. “Mike! Why would you think I’d seriously be entertaining any advances when you’re my boyfriend? I might always find it unbelievable that I’m with you, but that doesn’t mean I’m stupid enough to take you for granted, ever. I love you and only you. Plus, they were just being nice!” you say, exhausted.
“Nice? Ha! They were practically ready to ask you for a threesome at the award venue before I came up,” he almost screeched. “But it’s okay. I’ll just show you who you belong to.”
He resumed his oral travel up your thighs, pausing right next to your core. He took his middle finger and started rubbing a harsh, slow circle on your clit through your lacy panties, staring up at you to gauge your reaction. You immediately let out a needy whine, to his satisfaction.
“Exactly,” he said, almost to himself.
His possessiveness was turning you on…a lot. You’d never seen him like this, and an evil part of yourself wanted to make him beg for you. You pushed his hand away and closed your thighs together.
“We’re almost home,” you said flatly. Now it was Michael’s turn to be uneasy. He pouted up at you just like you wanted him to.
As the car eased into the driveway, you felt Michael repeatedly try to touch you, to no avail. You weren’t letting him win tonight. The car drove to a stop, and Bill helped you out first. You gave him a quick kiss on the cheek, making sure Michael saw the whole thing.
“Have nice night, Bill,” you said, privately handing him the napkin Marz gave you earlier, and discreetly asking him to get rid of it for you. You had a hurried tone laced into your voice. You could see Michael squirm.
“Y-yeah, you too. Y’all have a good night now.” He gave Michael a quick hug and dove into the driver’s seat, ready to get away from whatever the hell was going on in front of him. You grabbed Michael by the belt loop and rushed inside of the expansive front door.
“What was that?” Michael asked you, jealousy creeping back into his demeanor.
You ignored him and rushed the up the stairs, ignoring the ache in your feet. You grabbed onto his hand and dragged him with you.
Once you made it inside your shared room, you removed your heels with ease, grabbed the clothes you left on the bed this morning, and hurried into the restroom, ignoring Michael’s calls from behind you. You wasted no time in the shower, scrubbing every surface of your body like it was covered in acid. You were buzzing with excitement because no matter how pissed you were at him for being such a brat all night, you were excited to see this new side of Michael.
“Michael, come join me!” you called from inside, hoping he heard you.
He rushed in immediately, and you realized he must’ve been standing right outside the door. You smiled to yourself at the image.
He was already naked. Perfect.
He opened the glass door and stepped in behind you, and you moved towards the door, letting the warm water hit his lanky body.
“Don’t be too long,” you said to your boyfriend, giving him a sloppy kiss on his lips, and walked out.
He watched you dry up and put on his favorite lingerie set as he struggled to pay attention to his task at hand.
You walked out of the restroom hastily, and shut the door behind you.
After a few more minutes, he rinsed off, dried up, and stepped into the bedroom in nothing but his towel around his waist.
He could’ve cum at the sight of you. You were laid on your stomach on the bed, clad in your red, lacy lingerie that hugged every curve of your body just right. Your back was arched slightly, giving him a beautiful view of your heart-shaped ass, and you were sipping water out of a glass, letting it dribble down your neck and onto the swell of your tits. A total vision.
“Hi,” you said seductively, getting up on your knees and setting the glass down on your bedside table.
“H-hi,” Michael said awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck. He didn’t know what to do with himself. He could feel his dick throb more and more each second he looked at you.
“You gonna keep starin’ at me, or you gonna come touch me?” you ask him in that smooth tone he loves oh so much.
He walked over to you quickly, leaning over the edge of the bed to kiss you. You took his lips into your mouth and sucked harshly, sighing at the contact. He took that millisecond of your lips parting to stick his tongue inside them, the wet muscle glided against yours with ease. You lunged closer to his body, craving the contact more than your lungs were currently craving air. He slipped his large hands onto your waist, groping aggressively.
“Can I take this off?” he asks against your lips, referring to your bra that left nothing to the imagination.
“Go ‘head, baby. It’s all for you anyway,” you nearly moan into his mouth.
“T-thank you.” He reached behind your back and expertly undid the clasp with one hand. God, you need him.
He walked backwards, keeping his hands on your hips and your lips on his, guiding you to the edge of the bed. He spread your legs and stood between them, lowering his hand to give your ass a needy squeeze, before going to his knees. He looked into your eyes.
“M gonna do you so good that you forget any other artist exists but me.” He takes one of your tits into his mouth, maintaining eye contact, and slurps onto your nipple greedily.
“M-michael!” you exclaimed. He popped off of your breast.
“That’s right. Only me.” He reattached immediately.
Your back arched and your eyes rolled back at his words. This is the sexiest thing he’s ever done, you thought to yourself. He began scratching up your thighs, looking at the faint marks he left behind. You squeezed his body between them, your body overly sensitive to everything he was giving you. He moved to your other nipple, giving it the same amount of attention as your other. Your brain felt fuzzy, and your core dripped for him hungrily.
He detached from your tit again, and kissed down your torso, leaving drool all over. He stopped right at your hip bone and gave it a dark lovebite, leaving you a moaning mess at the painful pleasure.
“N I’m the only one who can mark you like this, right ma?” he asked, looking you deep in the eyes.
“Mhm, yes! Only you, Mikey,” you moaned out.
He gripped onto the hem of your panties, ready to pull them down, and then noticed how they stuck to your pussy.
“And you’re wet like this ‘cause of me?” he asked sincerely.
“All because of you, baby,” you moaned. The neediness in his actions was seeping out and you felt like you could orgasm right then and there.
He kissed you right on your sweet spot and looked back up at you.
“Can I please take these off as well?” he asked hungrily.
“Mhm, and hand ‘em to me when they’re off,” you instructed, looking down at the confused expression on his face. You had a sneaky little plan on the back of your mind.
He handed them to you and you balled them up and sat them next to you for later.
“Continue,” you ordered, growing impatient at the tension.
“M sorry. Yes, ma’am.” He immediately dove into your seeping core and his mouth watered at the taste of you.
“F-fuck, you’re doing so good M-Mike. Never been done like this before,” you praised him, a part of you feeling bad at the insecurity that took over him today. He groaned into your mouth, and teased your entrance with his long middle finger. You pushed your core around it impatiently and moaned heartily at the intrusion, your walls fluttering against it.
Michael removed his mouth from your clit.
“I’m the only one who listens to you like this, right?” he asked with anticipation, your juices dripping down his chin.
“Fuckkkkk yes, Mike. You’re such an angel f’me.”
“Your only angel?” he clarified.
“My o-only angel,” you reassured.
“Okay,” he said with a smile, and resumed devouring your pussy like eating you out was his lifeline.
“F-fuck Michael, faster! I’m gonna c-cum,” you warned.
He sped up immediately, selfishly wanting to get you to your climax so he could drink up every drop of your nectar.
With one particularly lewd curl of his fingers and thirsty slurp of his tongue on your clit, you fell back onto the bed and your body went rigid. You let out a scream you were sure the whole city could hear.
“Michael, F-FUCK! I’M CU-MMING!” you hollered, grinding out your orgasm onto his nose, and gripping onto his hair for support.
He didn’t let up one bit, drinking up every drop of your cum whilst whimpering into your mouth at the grip your fingers had in his hair.
“T-too much, get up,” you instructed him, feeling your clit burn with over sensitivity.
He sat up on his knees and licked his lips greedily, already missing your taste.
You sat up as well, still hungry for his touch.
“C’mere. Wanna kiss you.” You beckoned him toward your naked body. He followed your command like second nature, and your lips connected like magnets. You moaned at the hunger evident in his ministrations, your pussy clenching around nothing.
“Was I good?” he asked between lip bites.
“You were perfect. You are perfect,” you amended.
“Thank you,” he replied gratefully.
“I still have yet to congratulate you properly on your award tonight, baby. It was a big deal,” you said, your plan at the forefront of your mind.
“S’ nothin’,” he responded humbly, entirely too focused on your plump lips in between his teeth.
“Michael, you won the biggest award of the decade! I’d say that deserves a proper celebration.” You backed away from his mouth, leaving him dumbfounded.
“Stand up,” you directed him. He did so immediately.
You undid the now loose towel around his waist, freeing his hungry dick from its cage.
He gulped loudly, his adam’s apple bobbing cartoonishly.
You stood up as well.
“Go lay on the pillows at the head of the bed.”
“Y-you don’t have t-”
“Do as I say,” you interrupted his protest.
He bowed his head quickly and did just as you said.
You sneakily grabbed your balled up panties and crawled up his frame on the bed, leaving a trail of your heat in your wake.
“Open your mouth,” you told him, thumb jutting his bottom lip down. He obeyed, intrigued.
You stuffed your panties in and he moaned immediately, his taste buds registering the flavor of your cum immediately.
“Taste that? Nod if you understand,” you demanded.
He nodded.
“I only get wet like that for you. Nobody else.”
You grab one of his big hands, using his fingertips to touch your erect nipples.
“And you feel those?” you asked.
He nodded eagerly.
“They only get that perky for you, Mikey.”
He started to drool, and his erection twitched right against your stomach.
You slid down his body once again, and propped yourself up on your knees. Then, you grabbed his throbbing dick with both your hands, and took the whole thing into your mouth, relaxing your throat so his tip could hit the back. You maintained eye contact with him, and you were glad you did. He groaned thickly against the fabric stuffed into his mouth, his eyes watered with pleasure, and his back launched off the bed.
You took one of your hands and messaged what couldn’t fit into your small mouth, moaning graphically against his length. He was fully sobbing above you. You bobbed your head up and down slowly a few more times, and came off of his dick with a theatrical pop. You wiped his precum off the side of your mouth with your thumb and sucked it clean greedily.
“And nobody,” you began, “absolutely no one else will ever get me on my knees like that. Understand?
He lifted his torso up and rested on his elbows weakly, nodding eagerly and moaning out through the lace in his mouth.
You straddled his waist again, prepared for your big finish.
You grabbed his dick and slid it up and down your slit, covering it up in your already returned arousal. You teased it against your entrance and reached up to Michael’s face, caressing his cheek and wiping away his tears with your thumb.
“I’m yours and you’re mine. All mine. Got it?”
He mumbled out a string of acknowledgments, and then you took him deep inside you, your body shaking at the strain.
His mouth went limp and the panties fell from his lips, slightly, unmuzzling his sounds.
“A-AHHH!” he hollered as you began bouncing, your tits dangling above his face.
His hand flew to your waist and he spat the rest of your underwear out of his mouth.
“C-can I, GOD. Can I please grope you?” he begged.
“Mmmfuck, Mikey. Of course you can,” you obliged. You leaned closer to him, your breasts grazing his chest with every bounce.
He lifted you up and down by your waist, helping the blissful rhythm of your bodies continue their dance of pleasure.
“C-can’t believe you’re mine. T-thank you,” he sniffled, the pleasure in his stomach building up fast.
“Thank you,” you replied. “M already so close Michael. You’re fucking me so good.” You reached down to your clit and rubbed desperately, wanting to come undone around his dick.
His dick jumped at the visual.
“Me too,” he said, embarrassed. His brain was going hazy and the sight before him was adding so much to the pressure held within his abdomen.
You removed your fingers from your clit and stuffed them into his mouth.
He sucked obediently and whimpered at the taste, coming to realize he’d rather taste this over any other flavor on planet earth.
You retracted your hand and leaned down to his ear.
“I’m gonna make a mess all over your lap baby. Y-you ready?”
“Yesss, please! Please c-cum on me!”
He gathered all the strength he had and slammed you onto his dick even harder, overly excited for your release.
Then, your eyes rolled back, and your walls constricted around him aggressively, triggering his own orgasm in time with yours. You both let out the most pornagraphic moans known to mankind, holding onto each other’s bodies for grounding.
“F-It’s…S-So….!” he screamed out incoherently, brain not capable of forming a proper thought.
All you could do was whine out his name over and over until your body went limp on top of him.
You laid connected for a bit, still clawing at each other and catching your breath, trying to let your brains readjust to reality.
You lifted your face off of the crook of his neck, wiping the drool leaking from the corner of your mouth.
“And nobody could ever fuck me like that,” you said to Michael with a tired smile, wiping his hair off of his sweaty forehead.
“N-not even those-” he began.
“ESPECIALLY not them,” you interrupted. “I’m completely and truly devoted to you and only you. You own me Michael. Mind, body, and soul. Congratulations, baby. My superstar.”
He gave you a kiss on the crown of your head, the reason behind his jealousy long forgotten, as the two of you drifted off into a deep sleep, still connected physically and psychologically.
