(This was requested from KfcforMJ, enjoy! :))

Imagine that you had visited your mom and told Michael that you were just gonna see her for a few minutes. But, you didn't watch the clock. You just didn't think to pay any attention to it. But back at Neverland, Michael was worried sick about where you were at. Right now, he was pissed off. You continued the small talk that you were having with your mother, until you looked at the clock and seen that it was 12:00 AM. You gasped.

"Mom I need to go I'm sorry!" You said.

"What's wrong hun?" She asked.

"It's getting very late, I don't want Michael to be worried about me." you said.

"Well, call me when you get home! Love you dear!" she said, hugging you and kissing your head.

You grabbed your things and went outside to your brand new Rolls Royce that Michael bought for you not too long ago. You hurried and put the key in the ignition and went on your way to Neverland. You pulled through the gate and knocked on the door since you forgot your key to the house. Michael answered the door and you could tell he was pissed off...again.

"Where were you?" He asked.

"I was at my mom's house! You know this Michael." You said, putting your things down.

"You said that you were only going over there for a few minutes, not for almost 6 hours." He said.

"Michael, I lost track of time. I'm sooo freaking sorry for visiting the person that gave birth to me and took care of me for most of my life. Jeez." You said.

"You could've called me Y/N! You had me worried that something happened to you!" he said.

"Well you don't ever call me when you go to rehearsals and shit! You have no right to tell me anything for being out when you do the exact same thing every single night!" you argued.

You got so mad, your whole face turned red and the next thing you knew, you slapped the shit out of him. Right after you just walked up the stairs and slammed the door to one of the guest bedrooms. You put your back against the door and closed your eyes. Michael sat on the couch for a few minutes before going up to the main bedroom. He closed the door gently. He took a shower and went to bed wearing nothing. You took a shower also and got in the bed. Something was missing. Michael's body next to yours. You knew that you couldn't sleep without him. He was only a couple rooms down. You felt bad about what you did to him. But he shouldn't have approached you like that! But he was only worrying about you. Ugh! You got frustrated and threw the blankets off of you. You opened the door and walked to Michael's room. You twisted the know quietly so if he was asleep, he wouldn't awaken. You opened the door completely to see a hump in the bed. Michael. He was wide awake. You lifted the blanket, not knowing the he was awake. Once you were comfortable, you straddled him, making his body turn so he could lay on his back. His head was still facing to his left. You put your hand on his cheek and kissed him softly.

"Y/N, please I-" he started to say, until you cut him off with another kiss.

Soon after, you felt his lips respond. You rubbed his chest, stomach, and down to his Magic Stick. You grabbed him in your hand and stroked him one time. He moaned in your mouth. You had slid your panties off before you got in the bed, so you were ready for him. Very ready. You released him from the kiss and looked him in the eyes while stroking his cheek.

"I'm sorry." You said.

Next thing you know, he was on top of you, attacking your neck with kisses. You stroked his member a couple more times as he places hickeys all over. You felt him throb in your hand. He was cumming. You immediately let go of him and pulled him close to you, making his Jr enter your tight, wet pussy that he loves. He was panting Jan your ear as he thrusted his perfect hips in and out of you, giving you indescribable pleasure.

"Oh Michael! Harder! Harder please!" You begged.

He loved the way that you showed that you were at his mercy. He has complete control and that's how he liked it. He increased the speed a little more, he didn't want to make you that sore, but you wanted- no, NEEDED all of him. You couldn't even care about the pain later. All you were focused on was now.

"Michael, I need you to thrust as hard as you fucking can! Thrust into me like you do on stage! I need you so badly! Show me what your zilla can do!" You shouted.

His cheeks turned pink when he heard your nickname for his dick, but he did as you told him. He thrusted hard into you. You were screaming his name at the top of your lungs. Your voice was so high, you sounded like Mariah Carey. You both came at the same exact time. You hot were exhausted, and your inner thighs pain started kicking in. You didn't even want to move your legs, so Michael helped you out.

"I'm so sorry Michael. I shouldn't have reacted the way that I did." You said.

"You shouldn't be sorry. I should. I know that I have been spending a little extra time in the studio to work on my album. But I Houghton that it didn't bother you! You never said anything. I'm sorry for that. I'll try to cut the time shorter." He said, kissing your cheek.

You just nodded and flipped over to face him. You kissed his nose.

"I'm sorry for slapping you Mikey." You said.

He slightly smiled.

"You need to give me a round two for me to forgive you." He said.

"Michael I'm sore!" You said.

"You don't have to move. Just flip over we can do it spooning." He simply said.

"Michael!"