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You were curled up on the couch in the living room of Neverland, the house silent besides the sounds of the heater, late afternoon light filtering through the half open blinds. You had a book resting on your blanket covered lap, reading it lazily.
After a bit you heard the sounds of footsteps approaching, a little quicker than usual and you looked up to see Michael entering the room. He was wearing his usual red button up shirt along with comfortable black pants and his long black hair in a ponytail. He was smiling giddily as he walked up to you.
“My team just sent me the Remember the Time short film. They finished the edits yesterday and just sent the finished product today.” He bounced on his toes slightly. “I wanna show you really quick before I have to leave for rehearsals.”
You smiled, sitting up and setting your book down. “Alright let’s see it. I’m excited.” He was always excited to show you his new projects, showing you them whenever he received them from his team.
He eagerly moved the blanket, grabbing your hand and dragging you slightly to the theatre room.
“I don’t think the short film is gonna run away Mike.” You teased him, giggling.
He laughed. “No but I only have 15 minutes before I have to leave so we have to rush a little. Plus I’m just excited.”
You reached the theatre room and he had you sit down in one of the plush chairs before going over to set up the screen and short film.
Soon he had it set up and he bounded over, sitting down besides you and taking your hand in his.
He bit his lip as he started the short film, his free hand tapping on the arm of the chair.
You chuckled softly at the start of the film, watching intently however your breath caught slightly in your throat at the first appearance of Michael.
You knew your boyfriend was handsome. Obviously you knew your boyfriend was handsome.
But the styling and makeup for this music video was something else. He looked so pretty and you felt your face flush, your neck feeling a little hot as you shifted in your seat.
You couldn’t keep your eyes off the music video even as you felt yourself growing more flustered, heat starting to simmer.
But then the kiss scene came up and you saw Micheal bring his thumb to his mouth, biting his nail nervously as he looked at you, scared of your reaction. You quickly squeezed his hand in assurance and he relaxed slightly.
You remembered when they had started planning the Remember the Time music video. The night where Michael had sat you down to talk, his leg bouncing and looking guilty as he told you that they wanted to include a kiss scene.
He was quick to reassure you though, saying that if you weren’t comfortable he would convince them not to go through with it and they would change the plan for the music video.
However you knew your boyfriend was a professional, that this kiss didn’t mean anything for him besides acting and that he would never cheat on you. He had proven his devotion to you time and time again.
So you had agreed though you knew he still felt a bit guilty about it.
Watching that kiss scene now though you had to admit you did feel a bit jealous. Not that you thought Michael was gonna cheat on you but that this woman had been able to kiss him while he looked that good and you hadn’t.
The dancing sequences came, distracting you slightly from how flustered and heated you felt. Micheal always captivated you when you saw him dance and you felt so lucky that this amazing person had chosen you to be his.
Soon enough it ended and you sucked in a breath, feeling proud but also horny. They had no business styling him that well.
Michael looked at you, bouncing his leg eagerly. “So what did you think?”
“Amazing as always.” You smiled, leaning over to kiss him and he kissed back happily.
You were just about to deepen the kiss and make it more heated when he pulled away.
“Okay I have to leave for rehearsals now. I just couldn’t wait to show you.” He smiled, giving you one last kiss. “Be back tonight. Love you.”
You only got to quickly say I love you back before he was out the door and you groaned, sinking down in the chair slightly, covering your face, mourning that he had to leave right away. You never ended up getting the chance to tell him just how much that music video had affected you.
A year later though Michael told you he got invited to Soul Train Awards and that he had decided to perform Remember the Time since he hadn’t had the chance yet. That he would be wearing what he wore in the music video and all you could think was ‘oh, I’m so fucked.’
It was one thing to see it on a screen and an entirely different thing to have Michael right in front of you, looking that pretty. All you could do was hope you would be able to keep your composure through the night.
That was proving to be a challenge though because the moment he came out on stage your breath caught again, your neck feeling warm as your eyes took him in.
You shifted in your seat, doing everything you could to not get too worked up. The black dress pants you were wearing would hide nothing if you became hard.
Michael wasn’t being helpful though because at times during the performance he would look directly at you, smirking.
It was meant to be sweet since this song was meant to be about you but all it did was make you feel even hotter, your cheeks flushing.
His performance ended and you cleared your throat, crossing your legs as you took a drink of water. Anything to distract from the heat simmering under your skin.
The rest of the night was torture.
All you wanted to do was slam him against the wall and kiss him senseless. To take him to bed and ravish him. But you couldn’t, just exchanging nice pleasantries as your eyes never strayed away from Michael.
Finally it ended.
You followed Michael to his dressing room, impatiently huffing as he was putting everything away.
He smiled. “Seems like someone is ready to go home and sleep.” He teased.
You just rolled your eyes. “Come on Mike. Let’s go.”
“Alright, alright.” He said, taking off the gold chest piece and belt. “Just let me take my makeup off and get changed and we can go.” He said, grabbing his regular clothes but you stopped him.
"You can do that when we get home. Let’s go.” You grabbed his bag for him.
He smiled softly, shaking his head. “Alright whatever you say.”
You bounced your leg impatiently on the drive home, Michael watching you, amused but also confused since you didn’t tend to be the impatient type.
The moment you two got through the front door of Neverland you were kissing Michael, not even giving him a chance to take off his shoes or lock the door, backing him up against the wall.
You were slightly taller than him so you had to lean down a bit to kiss him. He made a surprised sound but kissed back eagerly.
You nipped at his lip, making out eagerly before pulling back and starting to kiss his neck.
He was panting softly and he chuckled. “I guess this is why you were so impatient to get home.”
“Damn right. You’re too fucking pretty for your own good.” You said in between kisses and nips to his neck. “Wanted this all night. It was torture having to make nice with everyone when all I wanted to do was to get home so I could fuck you.”
He closed his eyes, whining slightly when you nipped at his neck, careful not to leave any marks. That was one of his boundaries, not wanting to have to spend time covering up marks or the chance of someone realizing he had them. Especially since you two weren't public yet.
“I never got to tell you but the Remember the Time outfit? It’s hot. It’s really fucking hot.” You started to kiss at his ear and he moaned softly, sinking a bit against the wall. “I was so flustered when we first watched the short film. Wanted to fuck you then but then you had rehearsals.”
You bit his ear playfully.“And then you told me you would be wearing it tonight and I wondered how I would survive, especially because these pants hide nothing.”
His eyes opened slightly, flickering down to look at your hard-on that was straining against your pants and he sucked in a breath.
“I think I deserve a reward for being so patient don’t you?” You chuckled softly against his ear and he shivered, nodding slightly.
You could see his eyes starting to get a bit hazy with lust but also subspace and you felt so happy that he trusted you enough to let himself go so easily.
“I think tonight I’d like to fuck you. What do you think?” You whispered in his ear. It was half dirty talk, half asking for consent. His eyes fluttered shut, breathing shakily as he nodded eagerly and you smirked. “Good boy.” You praised and he whined.
You smirked softly, directing him to take off his shoes and you took yours off as well before taking his hand and leading him to the bedroom.
You sat down on the bed then led him to sit on your lap, straddling your hips and smirking when you saw his cock straining against his pants, his breath quick and eyes glassy. His hair was still styled, his makeup still perfect. You couldn’t wait to ruin that.
You took off his shirt, starting to kiss his chest but quick to leave marks since this was one of the only places you could. You could feel and hear him breathing shakily and his heart pounding underneath your lips.
You smirked softly, going back to his sensitive neck as your hands started to roam over the warm blotchy skin of his upper half, going over his chest, torso and stomach.
You teasingly moved your fingers close to his nipples, circling them but never actually touching and he whined impatiently.
“Someone's bossy.” You teased. “Pretty bold when they aren't the one in charge.”
You gave him a playfully hard stare and he whined. “Please.” He said softly.
He was going down fast but you weren't entirely shocked. He hasn't had the chance to sub for a bit.
“You're lucky you're cute.” You kiss him before finally starting to play with his nipples, running your fingers over them and he moaned softly. You continued this for a bit, watching as he got more worked up, his hard on straining against his pants.
He started to whimper more, wanting more. In a nice mood and impatient to have what you want you help him slide off his pants, taking his boxers off with them.
His hard cock springs free, a little bit of pre-come already on the tip. You smirk softly.
You have him get off your lap for a moment so you can take off your clothes and you hear his breath hitch as his heated eyes roam over your body. You grab the lube kept in the bedside table before returning to your same position with Michael in your lap.
You drizzled some lube on your hands, warming it up before starting to gently run your fingers over Michael's cock.
His eyes flutter shut, letting out a soft moan as his head rests against your shoulder.
“Such a pretty perfect boy.” You praise as you finally properly wrap a hand around him, fully jerking him off and he moans, his arms encircled around your neck, his breath warm against your skin.
You get him close to the edge, your hand sticky with lube and pre-come before you pull your hand back and he whines, his eyes glassy. “Please. I was so close please.” He whimpers.
“Did you forget I want to fuck you?” You chuckled softly. “Do you really want to come like this or would you rather I fuck you till you come?”
He whimpers, his skin flushed but it's obvious which he would rather have. “That's what I thought.”
You pour more lube on your hands then help him position so you can get your fingers in him. “Just relax baby and remember to breathe.” You say before gently pushing a finger into him.
He squirms slightly, breathe shaky and he moans.
You gently move your finger, letting him get adjusted to the feeling but soon, he's squirming, eager for more. “Please baby please.”
You smile before adding another finger, going slowly to let him get adjusted. This time you move your fingers more, looking for that sweet spot.
Soon you find it, him jerking in your lap and letting out a loud moan, gripping onto you.
You smirk, continuing to press against that spot as he moans and whimpers in your lap. Finally you stop to add a third finger, doing the same thing. “P-please. Please fuck me.” His voice is shaky and strained.
“Alright since you've been such a good boy.” You kiss his ear.
You remove your fingers, stroking your hard cock until you're leaking pre-come, letting out a breathy moan before positioning yourself to be lined up with Michael.
You gently start to push into him, moaning at the feeling of him around your hard cock. You go slowly, letting him adjust.
Soon he's fully sat on your cock, whimpering at the feeling of you inside him. You wait until he's whining impatiently again, looking at you with those wide glassy eyes before you start to properly fuck him.
The room is filled with the sound of your shared moans. “Fuck baby. You feel so good.” You gasp out, fucking into him, the sound of skin slapping against skin.
“Nghhhh.” He whimpers breathily, clutching onto you. It doesn't take long before he starts to tremble slightly, moaning and whimpering.
“F-fuck nngghh I'm close.” He says between whines.
“Come for me.” You command and he does, coming onto your stomach as he trembles in your lap.
You stroke him through his orgasm, gently thrusting.
He shudders against you, panting as he comes down.
“Good boy.” You praise, kissing the top of his head.
He whines, snuggling into you a bit.
You smile but then say. “You gonna be a good boy now and let me fuck you till I come?”
He whimpers a bit but nods.
You smirk and start to fuck into him again, satisfaction welling in you as he whines with overstimualtion, squirming in your lap.
It only takes a few minutes for you to chase your release, moaning out his name as you held onto him.
You pant softly, coming down from you high and you open your eyes to see he has a couple tears running down his face from overstimulation, his hair disheveled.
You pant, running a hand through his hair. “That was amazing. I love you.”
“I love you too.” He says, his voice still shaky as you two share a kiss.
You both hold each other for a bit before you take care of him, making sure he comes out of subspace okay.
He checks on you as well since he prioritizes his partners even after subbing and you reassure him.
You end the night cuddled together, enjoying each other's company.