Imagine | m.j

Lets Get It On | part two

WARNING: This chapter contains a sexual, mature scene. If you are not comfortable with this, I would advise you not to read. For those of you who do read, enjoy ;)

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Michael takes a hold of your jacket and slowly begins to pull down the zip. You bite your lip at the fact that this is really happening.

He removes your jacket and chucks it on the changing room bench behind him. He then places two hands on your waist and begins planting kisses all over your neck. You let out a soft moan as he reaches your sweet spot and he smiles against your skin before pulling away. He keeps his eyes fixed on yours as he gently lifts your arms above your head and begins unraveling your white body top. Your breathing slowly picks up a little as he releases your top, revealing your red, laced bra. He bites his lip before slipping his hand behind your back and unclipping your bra with one hand. You raise your eyebrows, impressed and he smirks before allowing your bra to fling off and fall to the floor. You feel your cheeks fill with embarrassment as he sucks in a quick breath, examining your nudity.

As soon as he places his warm hands around your breasts, you feel your heart rate increase even more. This isn't the first time you've done this with Michael, but you're still very nervous, especially at the fact that you're doing this in a public changing room. This is crazy!

Without thinking, you quickly place your hands on top of his before he can begin his 'work.' His head snaps to yours with confusion in the brim of his glowing brown eyes. "Michael, don't.." you whisper but his confused eyes just turn to pleasing ones. "Sweetheart, please, let me."

You stay silent as he stares at you before continuing. "I need you," he whispers. "I'm aching," He gently grabs your hand, guiding it back down to his extremely hard manhood to which a hushed moan automatically escapes from your lips. "This is what you do to me, Y/N."

You chew your lip nervously and he steps closer to you. "Don't you want me too?"

"Of course!" You reply, confused as to why he would ask such a question. God, you wanted him so bad. You believe you're as turned on as him at this point but you were just nervous. Terrified, actually to be doing such a risky thing in public where people could hear. "It's just.. we're in public, Michael. This is crazy!"

"So? Who cares if people hear us. I want to show the world how much I love you."

You smile softly at his sweet words and he smiles back, planting a kiss on your forehead. "You ready?"

You nod and he goes back to what he was about to do. Soft sighs spill from your parted lips as he begins kissing and caressing your breasts, swirling his tongue around your nipples. You run your fingers through his curls before he stops what he's doing and begins with your bottom half.

"Sit down." Michael instructs and you do as he says. Getting down on his knees, you watch nervously as he tugs at your jeans, carefully pulling them down to your knees and off your feet. Breathing heavily, you stare, speechless as he uses his teeth to tug at your underwear to remove them. A new wetness overcomes you as you see him slide them down to your ankles to which you gently kick them off. At this point you're completely naked while he's still fully dressed, how unfair.

Taking your lip into your mouth, you examine his every move as he gently spreads your legs to which your cheeks automatically flush as red as the shirt he's wearing. He doesn't hesitate to start licking you down there to which you try to fight back a moan but to no avail. Once he hears how good he's making you feel, he speeds up his tongue movements and you moan loudly, throwing your head back in ecstasy.

"Oh god, Michael!"

He chuckles deeply at your sudden change of mind to stay quiet. Even though it seems almost impossible anyway. You grip the curls on his head, trying desperately hard not to hurt him, as unstoppable moans flow from your mouth.

After a few minutes, he pulls away again and wipes his mouth, a satisfied smile forming on his sweet, cherry lips. "Mm-hm, you taste good Y/N." He breathes and you blush in embarrassment from his comment. He pulls his weight back up to his feet and keeping his eyes fixed directly on yours, he begins to unbutton his shirt.

"Wait," you smile, stopping him. "I wanna do it." Getting up from the dressing room bench, you seductively walk over to him and he smiles at your sudden gesture.

Grabbing his shirt, you slowly begin unbuttoning it before letting it fall to the ground, revealing the upper part of his body. A smile spreads across your face as you glide your hands over his smooth, toned, caramel chest, examining him. "You're so fucking sexy Michael." You tell him and he shyly bites his lip, looking down. Before he can reply, you begin planting kisses all over his chest and stomach, going lower and lower before you reach the rim of his trousers.

You pause, your eyes travelling back up to him, noticing that he's already staring at you. Smirking, you take a hold of his belt before he gently places his hands over yours, stopping you. "Y/N.."

"I want to see every part of you Michael." You say in a hushed tone.

It's not like you haven't see him down there before, but Michael always seemed to become extra shy at this part. You had no idea why. After all, he's the most beautiful man you've ever laid your eyes on. A true work of art.

Unbuckling his belt, you carefully remove his jeans and underwear in order to unleash the incredibly vast erection you realise he was trying desperately hard to avoid for quite a while now. Grinning, you don't hesitate to take his huge length into your mouth and begin sucking. Michael lets out a deep, sexy groan as he closes his eyes, throwing his head back in pleasure.

Placing his hands on your head, you take this as a signal to go deeper and faster, to which his moans become increasing louder and if possible, he becomes even more aroused.

"Oh fuck!" Michael almost shouts and you can't help but smile against his skin. He hardly ever cursed but now that he did, you know he's enjoying it.

After a few minutes, the oral stuff had finished and you were both back on the bench, in a position where he was really about to give it to you this time, you could tell. Your hands were locked with his and your eyes were pleading.

"You ready?" He whispers and you nod eagerly. "Fucking take me Michael." You swear, seeming to have lost every bit of care about who hears you.

He chuckles wholeheartedly and when you least expect it, he pushes himself into you. His length is enough to make you gasp out loud just at a single touch. He waits for a few seconds, letting you adjust to his incredible size before he begins forcing himself in and out of you.

His hips swirl perfectly, accompanied by magnificent thrusts and you find yourself overthrown with pure ecstasy at his movements. Your fingers glide over to grip his back, a habit of yours when the pleasure seems almost impossible to handle.

Grabbing your body, he surprisingly picks you up before slamming your back against the wall to which you let out a gasp. You've always known Michael had a thing for doing it against the wall. This man really is something else. You giggle and he presses his lips against yours in what seemed like an apologetic manner, smiling against them.

Even though you have only begun this passionate moment, you find the body heat produced become slightly overwhelming to which you know he's giving you his all.

Both of your loud, sexual moans fill the misty air in perfect unison as you feel every inch of him wihin you. Michael truly is one of a kind. An incredible lover that makes you breathless every time.

Even though you never wanted it to end, you suddenly feel yourself beginning to reach your high and from Michael's reaction, you know he feels the same way. His deep moans turn into pants which turn you on even more. Before you know it, a new wetness of indescrible pleasure overflows you and you can't help but let out a squeal of joy at the feeling.

Within just a few seconds after, Michael feels it too and screams your name before you collapse back on the bench.

Michael rests his head on your chest, trying to catch his breath. Your moans create a beautiful harmony together before the arrival of quietness after the storm. After a few seconds, he raises his head with an adorable smile on his face to which you automatically smile back. "I love you, Y/N."

"I love you too, Applehead."