(For Tyniaenglish!! It's mature and kinda violent so I hope y'all are cool with that!)

You waited impatiently for Michael to come home from the red carpet. He was late, and he was almost never late. He had promised to spend some time with you after the awards were over. You were hoping to get at least a little alone time with him because you didn't see him much anymore.

After watching the awards on TV, you began to have suspicions about where he was. Michael and Madonna had been friends for a little while, and they were planning to do some collaborations soon. They seemed to get along just great together, and he always was staring at her and biting his lip. You didn't think anything was actually going on between them before, but after looking at the way he was acting towards her on TV, you began to have second thoughts.

If he was out with Madonna having fun somewhere, you would be sure to let him know you wouldn't stand for it. Madonna just wanted attention, hanging out her boobs all the time and being a shocker. Michael seemed to always be staring at her boobs, and you began to get really upset about it. When he got home, you would just let him know what you thought of him cheating on you with her.

You stayed up late waiting for him, stewing on the couch, ready to give him a talking to as soon as he walked in that door. Finally, the door opened and Michael quietly stepped inside. You waited for him to take off his coat and wipe his feet before you got off the couch and walked up to him with an angry look on your face.

"Oh...um, hey, Y/N," he said nervously. "I uh, I thought you were asleep." He smiled sheepishly.

You could tell he was hiding something and knew exactly what is was. "Michael!" you said angrily, "I can't believe you! You stay out almost all night with HER, and then forget about the time we were going to spend together? What is wrong with you?!" You glared a him with daggers in your eyes.

"Hey, I'm sorry that we didn't get to spend time together! I was busy, Ok? There was a lot of traffic...and we can make up for it tomorrow, I promise."

"Oh yeah right, Michael," you said, raising your voice, "Of course you were busy! Really busy with HER! I can't believe that you did this! If what you care about is only Madonna's boobs, then you can leave!"

Michael looked confused at first and then his eyes turned angry. "What!? I don't even like Madonna! And you distrust me to the point where you think I'm cheating on you?! I'm better than that, Y/N. I would never cheat on you, you should know that by now. I love only you! How could you think such things?!"

You started to believe him, but then decided to just leave. You wouldn't let him decieve you anymore. You glared at him again and then started to walk out the door, but you were blocked by Michael, who was angrier than you'd ever seen him before.

"You will not leave this house!" He yelled so roughly that you backed away from him. "You think I'm a cheater, huh? You think I would stoop so low as to do that to you? Well, Y/N you don't know me at all!

He looked at you with furious eyes that looked as if fire was burning in them. He had never been this mad before, and he was starting to scare you. "M-michael--" you tried to say something, but he cut you off.

"Maybe I have to prove to you how much I love you! Maybe you'd understand then?! Huh? Would you believe me then?!" His voice was dark and raspy. He walked towards you and you slowly backed away until you were up against the couch.

"Lay down!" He ordered.

You didn't want to lay down at all, but you were intimidated by him and didn't want him to get even more upset, so you did as you were told. You layed down on the couch slowly while Michael looked you over with his angry eyes. You realized that he was telling the truth and never cheated, and you hurt him very much. His eyes were drained of their usual sparkle, they were rage-filled and dark.

He roughly climbed on top of you, holding both your wrists above your head with one of his massive hands. He lowered his voice a little and said in your face, "I am NOT a cheater. I hope you'll remember that." He tightened his grip on your wrists so much that you started to squeal in pain. He eventually let go of your wrists and said, "I think it won't be so hard to remember anymore after I'm done with you." He spat the last few words.

He violently ripped off your pants and underwear, throwing them to the side. You were afraid of what he was going to do to you. He shoved two fingers up your opening, making you cry out in pain. Relentlessly, he pumped them in and out, not slowing down when you started to cry. He pushed in harder and harder, until you were almost to your peak. Then he stopped and took his fingers out, licking all the wetness off of them. He was still glaring at you while he sucked his fingers, he never took his eyes off you.

"You better not scream when I pound you, or else it's gonna get a lot worse." He said in a low tone, taking off his pants and shirt, and then straddling you roughly. You didn't know what to think right now. He had never acted this way before, this was a new side of him you had not seen. He was angry and dominant, and although you were scared, it turned you on greatly. You wanted to tell him that you were sorry for thinking he was a cheater, but he wouldn't allow you to speak.

He thrust all of himself into you at once, not giving you time to adjust to his massive size. You screamed as he pounded you relentlessy. "I told you not to scream!" He said through gritted teeth as he pounded harder and harder. "Now you're gonna get it." He flipped you over on your stomach and pounded into you from the back. It took everything you had to not scream. It was beginning to feel good, and you wanted to moan so badly, but you couldn't. You clenched your teeth together and grabbed onto the fabric of the couch.

He, however, was moaning loud. He grabbed your hips so tightly that he began to leave painful scratches. His thrusting was the hardest he had ever done before; you could feel him in your stomach. It was almost too much for you to take, and you started to see stars.

He flipped you over again on your back. While still pummeling you with his thrusts, he bit down hard onto your bottom lip, drawing blood. You tasted a metallic taste in your mouth with the pain. He continued to roughly bite and suck on your lips, leaving them sore. You were both about to reach your orgasm. He pounded even harder until you just couldn't take it anymore and came hard. You screamed at the top of your lungs, not caring about disobeying him. He came soon after, and collapsed on your chest. Through ragged breath he said, "I hope you believe me now, Y/N." He wasn't that angry anymore, but was still quite upset.

"Michael I'm so so sorry for thinking that you were a cheater!" You said, begging him for forgiveness. "I believe you, I'm sorry. I was wrong. I know you only love me." You hoped he would forgive you.

He sighed and said, "I forgive you. If you must know, the reason I was out so late was because I was trying to find you a nice necklace I could surprise you with. But I had to look all over to find the perfect one." His eyes weren't angry anymore, and he was gentle with you now. 

You looked down, embarrassed that you made such a big deal out of nothing. He kissed you softly to make you feel better, and then got his clothes back on. You got yours on too, but your kitty ached like crazy. You would have an interesting day tomorrow.

He dug around in his coat pocket and pulled out a pretty necklace box for you. You smiled big and let him fasten it around your neck. "It's beautiful, Michael! Thank you so much!" You examined the pretty necklace carefully and then wrapped your arms around him in a tight embrace.

"I love you," you said in a whisper.

"I love you more," he said, "I think we should get to bed now."

You smiled and followed him to bed, where you were both sure to sleep in the next day.