otw!michael x black!reader
— smut, virgin!michael, virgin!reader, p in v, unprotected sex, praising (light), otw!era michael, overstim, nipple play, use of (mama, baby), established relationship.
synopsis: you and michael experience your first time together.
it was late into the night, and michael had finally found himself curled up beside you in bed. the day had gone by so slow, and all you wanted was to be alone with him.
the bedroom was quiet, the only sound being the fan overhead. michael rested against you, head tucked comfortably into your shoulder while your fingers absentmindedly played with his curls.
“you’re real quiet tonight michael,” you whispered
michael didn’t answer right away. instead, he let out a quiet hum, shifting a little closer until his arm settled around your waist.
“just thinkin’ about us.” he murmured after a moment.
you couldn’t help but smile. whatever was on his mind, you assumed it couldn’t be too serious. not with the way he was all up on you.
“well?” you asked, smiling down at him. “what about us?”
michael let out a quiet breath, fingers absentmindedly tracing the lace hem of your night shirt. it had always been a habit of his, especially when it was something on his mind.
you smiled, letting your fingers trail to the nape of his neck, slow and soothing. he stayed quiet like he was working something out in his head.
“i just…” he started, then stopped, exhaling against your skin. “i keep thinking about how close we are. how i never wanna be anywhere else but right here.” his voice was soft, shy like.
there was something warmer underneath it.and sometimes i wonder what it’d be like if we…” he ducked his head. “if we didn’t stop at just holding each other.” he murmured.
his fingers began to slip lower, tracing the curve of your hip through the thin fabric, not quite asking, but not pulling away. he pressed his face into your neck again, lips brushing the spot under your ear.
“i don’t wanna mess anything up,” he mumbled, voice barely audible over the fan. “but i can’t stop thinking about it. about you.” he let out a shaky breath, “about what it’d be like if we went further.”
you felt a sudden heat rise in your chest, matching the way his body stayed tucked against yours, close and careful. your hand moved to his back rubbing slow, steady circles.
“i think about it too,” you admitted, voice gentle. “all the time, actually. and i want it.. with you.” all michael could do was smile, his grip on your waist tightening. “yeah?” he asked, hopeful, like he needed to hear it again.
"yeah," you whispered, tilting his chin up so you could kiss his forehead. "we can take it slow. whatever feels right."
he nodded, lips parting like he wanted to say more, but instead he just pressed closer, his hand sliding under the hem of your shirt, palm warm against your skin.
"i trust you," he murmured, voice trembling with nerves and something else.
"i got you, baby," you said softly, pulling him in. "always."
it didn’t take long for michael to get started. hands finding your boobs, gently massaging your hard peaks. leaving you desperate for more.
you could feel the way his touch lingered, hesitant at first, then growing a little bolder as his palms cupped you though the soft fabric.
the pads of his thumbs brushed over your nipples in slow circles, the sensation sent a soft gasp tumbling from your lips. michael’s breath hitched at the sound, like he was learning how your body responded to him in real time.
he shifted closer, pressing his chest to your side, his hair ticking your jaw as he leaned in. his fingers slipped beneath your shirt again, this tike with no fabric in the way.
warm skin met warm skin, and the way he touched you felt careful, almost reverent, like he was trying to memorize every inch.
“is this okay?” he asked quietly, voice low against your collarbone.
you nodded, your fingers running through his hair again, and that was all the encouragement he needed. he rolled one nipple gently between his fingertips, testing the pressure until your back arched just a little into his hand.
“feels so soft, mama,” he whispered. his mouth found the side of your neck, pressing tender kisses there while his other hand mirrored the motion on your other breast.
every slow stroke of his fingers sent little sparks through you, and the quiet room filled with the sound of your breathing growing heavier.
michael’s hips shifted restlessly against the mattress, and you could feel the hard line of him pressing into your thigh through his sweats. he didn’t grind forward, only stayed close, like he was waiting for you to guide him.
his thumb brushed over your nipple again, a little firmer this time, and your soft moan made him pause. “did that feel good?” he asked, lifting his head enough to meet your eyes.
there was a flush across his cheeks, his lips parted like he was holding back more questions. you answered by pulling him into a slow kiss, your hand sliding down his back to rest at the base of his spine.
he melted into it, lips moving gently with yours while his hands stayed busy, kneading and stroking until your nipples were stiff and sensitive under his touch.
every little sound you made seemed to encourage him, and soon he was murmuring sweet things between kisses. saying how pretty you looked, how much he loved being this close to you, how he wanted to make you feel good.
when his hand finally drifted lower, tracing the curve of your waist and pausing at the edge of your underwear, he looked up again, eyes wide and hopeful.
"can i keep going, mama?" he asked, voice barely above a whisper. "i wanna touch you everywhere… if you’ll let me."
you nodded, “yes, please keep going.” as his fingers trembled just a little as they slipped beneath the waistband of your panties, the heat between your legs making him suck in a shaky breath.
he pressed his face into your neck, lips brushing your pulse while his fingertips found your slick folds for the first time.
"baby, you're dripping for me," he whispered, voice cracking with nerves and wonder.
his middle finger dragged slowly through your wetness, exploring every soft curve before he circled your entrance. he didn't push in yet, just teased you, learning how your body twitched and clenched under his touch.
you felt his length twitch against your thigh through his sweats, hard and insistent, but he stayed focused on you. his thumb kept rolling your nipple in slow circles while his other hand mapped every inch of you.
“tell me what feels good," he murmured against your jaw. "i wanna make you feel so good, baby."
when your hips lifted into his hand, he took it as permission. one finger slid inside you, slow and careful, the tight heat making him groan. he worked it in and out gently, curling until he found the spot that made your back arch.
"there? that feel good, mama?" he asked, eyes wide and hopeful.
you nodded, breathless, and he added a second finger, stretching you open while his thumb found your clit. he rubbed slow, steady circles there, matching the rhythm of his fingers inside you.
michael’s face was flushed, lips parted as he watched you come apart. "you’re so beautiful like this," he praised, voice soft and shaky. "so pretty when you moan for me. i love you so much, baby."
he kept working you open, fingers pumping steadily, thumb never leaving your clit. every time you clenched around him, he let out a soft sound, like he couldn't believe how good it felt to be inside you like this.
"i… i wanna taste you,” he said suddenly, pulling his fingers out and bringing them to his mouth. he licked them clean, eyes fluttering shut at your taste. "please, mama. i wanna put my mouth on you."
before you could answer, he was already shifting down the bed, settling between your thighs. he hooked his fingers in your panties and pulled them down, tossing them aside.
his hands spread your legs wider, and he just stared for a moment, taking in the sight of your pussy, wet and swollen from his fingers.
“beautiful," he whispered, almost to himself. then he leaned in, tongue dragging slowly from your entrance to your clit. the first lick was tentative, almost shy, but when you moaned and threaded your fingers through his hair, he grew bolder.
he licked and sucked at your clit, tongue circling and flicking, while his fingers slid back inside you. two fingers pumping, tongue working your clit, and the combination had you shaking, thighs trembling around his head.
"michael, d-don’t stop," you gasped, hips rolling against his mouth. he moaned into you, the vibration sending sparks through your core, and doubled his efforts. his free hand reached up to pinch and roll your nipple again, and the overstimulation had you seeing stars.
he didn't let up, even when your first orgasm hit, his tongue still working your clit, fingers still pumping, drawing it out until you were whimpering and trying to push his head away.
but he held on, gentling his touch but not stopping, easing you through it until you were boneless and panting.
"you taste so good, mama," he murmured against your thigh, pressing soft kisses there. "could stay down here forever."
but his length was still hard, pressing insistently against the mattress, and you could see the wet spot on his sweats where he'd been leaking. you tugged at his hair, pulling him up, and he came willingly, settling between your legs again.
"i want you inside me," you whispered, reaching down to palm him through his sweats. he groaned, hips jerking into your touch. "please, baby. i need you."
michael nodded, eyes wide and nervous again. he pushed his sweats down, kicking them off, and his length sprang free. hard, flushed, the tip already wet.
he wrapped a hand around himself, stroking once, twice, before positioning himself at your entrance. "you sure?" he asked, voice trembling. "i.. i don't wanna hurt you, mama."
"i’m sure," you promised, wrapping your legs around his waist. "go slow."
he pushed in carefully, inch by inch, stopping every time you gasped or tensed. the stretch burned, but he was so gentle, so patient, murmuring praise the whole time.
"you’re doing so good, baby," he whispered, forehead pressed to yours. "so tight... you feel so good around me. taking me so well."
when he was finally all the way in, he stayed still, letting you adjust. his whole body was shaking, and you could feel his length twitching inside you. "i love you," he breathed. "love you so much."
you pulled him into a kiss, and that was all the encouragement he needed. “love you too, michael.” you said, as he started to move.
first, slow careful thrusts, pulling out almost all the way before sliding back in. every stroke dragged against your walls, and the angle had him hitting that spot inside you that made your toes curl.
his hand found your breast again, thumb circling your nipple, and he kept up the praise between kisses. "s’perfect... you're mine, mama. all mine."
the feeling from earlier made everything more intense, and it didn't take long before you were close again. he could feel it, your walls fluttering around him, your breathing getting ragged, and he picked up the pace just slightly, still careful but more urgent.
"come for me again, baby," he encouraged, voice rough. "wanna feel it. please, mama." you came with a cry, clenching around him, and the sensation pushed him over the edge too.
he buried his face in your neck, hips stuttering as he came inside you, filling you with hot pulses. he kept thrusting through it, shallow and shaky, until both of you were spent and trembling.
he didn't pull out right away, just stayed inside you, pressing soft kisses to your neck and shoulder. "was that okay?" he asked, voice small and hopeful. "did i do good?"
you wrapped your arms around him, pulling him closer. "you were perfect, michael. so perfect." he smiled against your skin, and you could feel the tension leaving his body.
"can we... can we do it again?" he asked after a moment, already half—hard inside you. "i wanna try more things. wanna make you feel even better."
you laughed softly, pressing a soft kiss to his head. "yeah, baby. we can do it again. as many times as you want." and as he started to move again, slow and careful, you knew this was just the beginning.
tags: @essenceofvxnilla @swavydadon
