nyx

hold me like the pebbles in your hand, initials in the sand, yeah summer isn't over yet

[0-n-1-x]

nyx • multifandom • always open • black american • she/her they/them • love my moots! • twenty

you can find my masterlist here <3

some of my favorite media to write about is the DCU/DCC and my current hyperfixation is Michael Jackson!!!

in terms of requests i do write smut! any characters of which are of age/aged up - at the moment i do mainly write gender nuetral and fem readers, but i ask for clarification of pronouns in your requests!

other fandoms that i partake in reading/writing about are (but not limited to) :

Avatar: The Last Airbender(all main cast!) Big Hero 6 (only hiro!) Spiderman- Across the spider-verse (mainly 1610!miles and 41!miles) Haikyuu!! (mainly the karasuno mc's plus kenma and a few others from other schools) Jujitsu Kaisen (mainly gojo, itadori, and megumi!) My Hero Academia (class 1-A plus aizawa) The Umbrella Academy (mainly five hargreeves) Shameless (mainly lip and carl) Fantastic Four: First Steps (only johnny at the moment) Stranger Things (mike, lucas, dustin, robin, eddie, steve, and steddie x readers) The Bear (mainly carmy)

don’t be a stranger! If you like my writing don’t hesitate to like and reblog it keeps me motivated!

And if you don’t like it tell me that too! I take constructive criticism highly

[whoisit-itsme]

dare i say get on the floor should have the same amount of hype (if not, MORE HYPE) than don’t stop til you get enough

[sugarcookiemj]

pervy thriller!michael and his annoying unsubtle ways. if there’s a love interest needed in a music video, believe you’re the first name in contact. it’s gotten to the point where his team don’t even bother to look for a girl, they already know who his eye is set on. and he’s so annoyingly obvious too, everyone knows it’s just reason to kiss on you and feel you up!

and he’ll do a dozen takes under the guise of perfection, and although that’s partially true, he just wants an excuse to aid his fantasy. anything to relive the tension building in his abdomen and that ache throbbing at his girth.

pervy thriller!michael knowing you scare easily, and convincing you into watching a horror movie with him. and it’s all to watch you wiggle and squirm next to him, latch onto his chest or arm when the movie is too much for you to face. god forbid there’s a jump scare and you’re nearly leaping in his lap the way your entire body is scrunched against his. and he’s constantly sneaking glances at your cleavage whenever you jump in fear, watching the way they recoil and slightly spill over your top. mind you he’s scared too but saving face for the sake of perversion.

pervy thriller!michael intentionally wearing his short shorts low on his hips during the summertime so you can get a peak at his happy trail :3

pervy thriller!michael is always inviting you over for a sleepover, and of course at some point you gotta shower! he’ll stupidly ask la toya where you’ve wondered off too knowing damn well where you are, he just wants the satisfaction of the confirmation.

“she’s in the shower, michael.” her tone is flat and uninterested in whatever he’s plotting, not bothering to take her attention off of whatever task she’s invested in. and all he can do is hum in response, cause he’s already painting a scene of you in his rottenly perverted mind.

absolutely soaking wet, possibly sweaty from the heat of the shower. water rolling against the curves of your back and arching along the swell of your ass. thighs jiggling when you scrub against them with your washcloth, your eyes are probably closed in concentration making the task all the more intimate in his mind. and in the mist of feeding his wicked fantasy his senses finally catch on to the rose scented body wash that seeps through the crack of the bathroom door, and into nostrils. and he nearly whines when his girth begins to stiffen.

pervy thriller!michael assisting you in helping you out of your clothes, he’s only being a good friend. he can’t imagine how exhausted you are, there’s no way you could undress alone after a busy day! unzipping dresses, unbuckling belts, softly sliding off pantyhose, carefully slipping off shoes and he’s on one knee, staring though his lashes with his doe eyes. he even offers a foot message, a friendly one! he does it for everyone, he swears !!

pervy thriller!michael never failing to invite you to hayvenhurst for the summer, since you’re so close to the family n’ all. and he will sometimes catch glimpses of you by yourself in your element. maybe sunbathing in their back yard, laid in the grass. the shortest of shorts tuck themselves in between the nook of your ass, full thighs swallowing the fabric whole. your legs lazily swing in the air while you mindlessly read whatever book you’ve challenged yourself to finish for the summer. and like clockwork michael is staring—from afar. still inside, he peers at you through the window, nearly fogging the glass and ruining his vision with the way he’s panting.

his hand inches itself closer and closer to his aching bulge, hand twitches right above his tent before mentally bracing himself to place a firm and relieving palm over it. but like clockwork his bliss is interrupted with a nagging la toya, thank god his hack was faced to her, but the redness of his face didn’t go unnoticed.

[angelfacediary]

stop clogging the tag with bs we don’t care

Come up off of annon then we can talk ho 🥱🥱 and just for you I'll put the tags again !! being nice goes a long way

[captaingrnde]

after all ꒰১ ໒꒱ michael jackson

offthewall!michael x reader

summary: you accidentally walk in on what seems to be your boyfriend calling you “clingy”, leading to you avoiding him for a week. michael basically falls apart

content: miscommunication/misunderstanding, hurt/comfort, fluff in the end guys!! i cant deal with sad michael :((

word count: around 2k

a/n: YES i got inspiration to make this from after all by jimmy osmond! i love that song lol ok anyways enjoy the fic bye

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon. 

The kind where everything moves slower and no ones in a rush to be anywhere. 

You knew that michael had rehearsal earlier in the day and was probably eating lunch with his family given that you had spoken on the phone with him the night before. 

Oh how you were so in love with him. 

Even with Michael's busy schedule, he always found some way to make time for you. Whether it was hours spent on the phone after a long day or quiet afternoons together at home, you had become his comfort just as much as he had become yours. 

The two of you were constantly on the phone which is why you knew he was finishing up some of his work right around this time. 

Because of this, you decided to head down to Hayvenhurst. Maybe you could have lunch with him, steal a few hours of his afternoon, and have some much needed time with your oh so loving boyfriend. 

When you finally reached his house, you let yourself in with the key Michael insisted you have.

“I want you to know you’re welcome here anytime, baby” “Come over whenever you want. Don’t even worry about knocking.”

“Are you sure, Michael? I wouldn't want to intrude-”

“Of course I’m sure,” “You could never intrude.”

A small smile had tugged at his lips as he squeezed your hand.

“I’m always gonna want you here with me.”

And he meant it.

Atleast you thought he did.

That was why you never hesitated now when you walked through those doors.

You could hear the laughs of some of the brothers in the kitchen so you made your way there assuming thats where you would find your boyfriend. 

And as you were about to step into the kitchen you heard your name.

You stopped.

Not because you were trying to listen.

But Michael’s voice caught your attention before you even had the chance to announce yourself.

“She’s just…. really clingy sometimes.”

Your smile slowly faded.

Clingy.

The word sat heavy in your chest in a way you didn’t expect. You weren’t clingy, were you? I mean sure you did love spending all your free time with Michael and sure, you checked in on him throughout the day but you assumed he liked it too, right?

Apparently not. 

So you quietly turned around and drove home before you could even hear what he had to say next.

Normally, you would have called Michael as soon as you got home. 

But your phone stayed untouched on your nightstand by your bed. 

You set your things down, changed into something more comfortable, and sat on the edge of your bed for longer than you meant to.

It was silly.

You knew that.

But the word kept replaying in your mind.

Clingy.

A small tear slipped down your cheek before you even realized you were crying and you stayed like that for awhile.

It wasn’t until the next day that michael finally decided to call you.

You still answered, but you weren’t as eager to fill the silence afterward.

“Hello?”

“Baby!” He sounded so excited, why was he so excited?

His voice immediately softened something in you.

“Hi, Michael.” There was a small pause on the other end of the line, and even though you couldn’t see him, you could already imagine the way his brows furrow slightly when something was bothering him.

“You okay?” The question made your fingers tighten slightly around your phone. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

It came out too quickly.

“I’m just tired,” you added, trying to make it sound more believable. Another quiet moment passed. Normally, neither of you ever struggled to find something to say. There was always another reason to keep the conversation going.

“You’re quiet,” he finally said.

“I’m just tired.” you reemphasized.

Michael hummed, clearly not completely convinced, but he didn’t push.“You’re not coming over today?”

You looked down at your hands. “I don’t know. I figured you were probably tired.”

“I am tired,” Michael admitted, a small laugh slipping into his voice. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t want to see you.”

“..”

“Baby…”

You could hear the concern in his voice, and that almost made it harder.

“I’m okay, Michael,” you said quickly. “Really. I think I’m just gonna rest today.”

Normally, Michael would have asked what was wrong and kept asking until you finally opened up. But something about the way you said it made him hesitate, leaving him unsure whether he should push or give you the space you seemed to be asking for.

“You sure you don’t want me to come by?” “I’m sure.”

A pause.

“Okay.” The disappointment in his voice was small, but you still noticed it.

“I’ll call you later, okay?” he said. “Okay.”

Another silence followed, one that felt too long for two people who were usually so comfortable with each other.

“Alright, baby. Get some rest.”

“Bye, Michael.” You hung up before he could say anything else and for a moment, you just stared at the phone in your hand.

The rest of your days during the week consisted of you and Michael basically playing cat and mouse.

He would call, like he always did, but you would let the phone ring a few extra times before finally answering. The conversations were never long anymore, your replies careful and excuses ready whenever there was a chance he might ask what had changed. 

Michael noticed.

Eventually, he started coming by your house, sometimes with flowers or something small he thought you would like, hoping you would open the door and tell him what was wrong. But every time, you found yourself staying quiet, pretending you weren’t home until he finally left.

You knew you were avoiding him.

You also knew you didn’t really know how else to handle the hurt you were carrying.

Mike on the other hand, had spent the entire week trying to convince himself that he was overthinking it.

That maybe you really were just tired. Maybe you were busy. Maybe there was some simple explanation for why your voice sounded different every time he called and why you suddenly seemed like you were always finding a reason not to see him.

But the more days that passed, the harder it became to believe that.

By the end of the week, it had become impossible for Michael to convince himself that everything was fine.

He tried throwing himself into work the way he always did. Dance rehearsals, recording sessions, meetings. Normally, they were enough to keep his mind occupied.

This time, they weren't.

His thoughts always seemed to find their way back to you.

He replayed your conversations over and over, searching for something he might have missed. Had he forgotten something important? Had he said something carelessly? Was he working too much? He couldn't think of a single reason why the person who he revolved his days to be around suddenly couldn't bear to look at him.

His brothers noticed too.

"You alright?" Marlon asked one afternoon as the two of them sat around the kitchen island.

Michael looked up from the plate he had barely touched.

"Yeah."

Marlon raised an eyebrow.

"You don't sound too sure."

Michael sighed quietly, bringing his hands up to cover his face. "I think... I think something's wrong."

"What happened?"

"I don't know."

That was the part that bothered him most.

"I keep asking her if she's okay, and she says she is, but she barely answers my calls anymore. When she does, she's off the phone in five minutes." He looked down at the table, "I went by her apartment twice this week."

"And?"

"She didn't answer."

A silence filled the room.

"I don't think she's mad at me," Michael admitted after a moment. "If she was mad, she'd tell me. She always tells me… she’s just, distant."

Marlon frowned.

"So what are you gonna do?"

Michael didn't answer right away.

After a long moment, he looked up.

"I'm going back."

"And if she still doesn't answer?"

He stood from the table, ready to ask Bill to take him to what was naturally his second home.

"Then I'll keep trying til’ she does."

────୨ৎ────

The knock came just after lunch.

You didn't have to look through the window to know who it was. For a long moment you stared at the front door while the house remained completely silent around you.

 Another knock.

Gentler this time.

You closed your eyes for a second before letting out a quiet breath and reaching for the doorknob. When the door opened, Michael was standing exactly where you expected him to be.

He looked tired.

Not the kind of tired that came from rehearsals or long nights in the studio, but the kind that settled behind someone's eyes after they had spent too many nights wondering what they had done wrong.

His expression softened the moment he saw you.

"...Hi sweetheart."

"Hi."

Neither of you moved.

"I, um..." Michael glanced down for a second before holding out the small bouquet he'd been carrying. "These are for you."

You hesitated before taking them.

"Thank you."

"Can I come in?"

You stepped aside without saying a word.

Now he stood awkwardly in the middle of your living room, unsure if he should sit down or keep standing.

You placed the flowers on the counter and folded your arms loosely across yourself.

Michael looked down for a moment, his fingers brushing over the edge of his sleeve before he finally looked back at you.

"I don't really know where to start.. I just know that something's different."

The words were softer than you expected.

"I've been trying to figure it out all week, and I keep thinking maybe I did something wrong. Maybe I said something, or maybe I haven't been making enough time for you, or maybe..." He paused, letting out a quiet breath as he shook his head. "I don't know. I keep going over everything, but I can't find anything."

You looked away.

Michael noticed.

He always noticed.

"I miss you," he admitted. "And I know that probably sounds so stupid because it's only been a week, but it feels like you've been pulling away from me for so much longer than that."

"I didn't want to bother you."

Michael's eyebrows pulled together.

"Bother me?"

You swallowed.

"I just thought maybe you needed some space."

The confusion on his face only grew.

"Space from you?"

You didn't answer.

The silence told him more than words did.

Michael took a small step closer, his hands coming up to cup your jawline.

"Baby, why would you think that?"

You looked at him, trying to find the right words.

"I heard you."

Michael went still.

"What?"

"At your house Michael."

The room suddenly felt much quieter.

"I wasn't trying to listen," you rushed to explain. "I was just coming over for lunch, and I heard you talking with your brothers."

Michael's expression shifted, confusion slowly replacing itself with realization. "What did you hear?" he says your name softly.

You hesitated.

"I heard you say I was clingy."

For a moment, Michael didn't say anything.

Then his face softened.

"Oh, mama."

The way he said it almost made it harder.

"I thought..." Your voice caught slightly. "I thought I was too much for you."

Michael immediately shook his head.

"No."

"No, no, that's not what I meant."

He pulled your head close to his, making sure you were looking at him, his expression filled with regret.

"Y/n, you didn't hear the rest of it."

You frowned slightly.

"The rest?"

Michael nodded.

"I was talking to my brothers because I was trying to explain how much I love having you around. I was telling them that you're always here, that you always want to spend time with me, and I was laughing because I realized I'm the exact same way."

A small, sad smile crossed his face. "I said you were clingy because I love that about you."

You stared at him. "I love that you call me after a long day. I love that you come over so we can watch movies together. I love that I get to know all the little things about your life because you want to tell me."

His voice softened.

"I didn't mean clingy like it was a bad thing."

You looked away, feeling the weight of the misunderstanding finally start to lift.

"I thought you were getting tired of me."

Michael's expression changed immediately. "Sweetheart, I spent this entire week thinking you were leaving me."

The honesty in his voice made you really look at him.

"I thought maybe you had finally realized that being with me is too much. I thought maybe I was asking too much from you, that with the album and my career.. It was getting too intense for you."

You stared at him for a moment, your heart aching at the thought that he had spent the entire week carrying that fear by himself.

“Michael,” you said softly.

His eyes lifted back to yours.

“I wasn’t leaving you.”

The words came out immediately, because you needed him to hear them.

“I wasn’t thinking about ending anything. I was just hurt and I thought I was giving you what you wanted. I just misunderstood you. I should’ve talked to you instead of disappearing, i’m sorry.”

Michael looked down at your intertwined hands, his thumb brushing over yours.

“I missed you.”

A small smile tugged at your lips.

“I missed you too.”

“Really?”

You almost laughed.

“Mikey, I spent the whole week trying not to call you. Do you know how hard that was?”

That finally got a real smile out of him.

“I had a feeling.”

You rolled your eyes softly.

For the first time in days, you both looked completely at ease.

“I love you,” he whispered.

“I love you too.” you repeated back again.

And finally, after a week of missed calls and avoiding each other, you closed the space between you.

The kiss was soft, like both of you were making sure this was real. But it didn’t take long for the relief of having each other back to settle in.

A week without him had felt much longer than it should have.

When you pulled away, Michael kept his arms around your waist, holding you close like he was making up for every moment he spent thinking he was losing you.

“I really missed this,” he murmured.

You smiled against him.

“I did too.”

“No more secretly disappearing because you think I need space.”

You laughed. “Okay.”

“Good,” he said, pulling you closer. “Because I was starting to think my girlfriend was trying to break up with me without telling me.”

“Michael,” you giggled harder this time.

“I’m just saying,” he teased. “Very rude way to find out.”

a/n: OKAY would yall believe me if I said I sat down for like 8 hours today trying to finish this bc i did! im like actually proud of myself lol like omg especially w my adhd too like wow im amazing but anyways lets just ignore any grammer mistakes here bc im too lazy to fix them rn

[amnesia-sc]

i feel called out this is so me 😭

[spider-shoes]

what they don't tell you abt liking dsmp from 2020-22 ish is that you don't actually get to leave

[3leni]

see you in july [13th, 2009]… and now, on july 12th, 2026 his biopic hit $1B at the box office after only being in theaters for 2.5 months !!! another record even 17 years after he left this earth. something every other biopic didn’t manage after spending half a year in theaters.

it’s divine timing if i’ve ever seen it and it warms my heart. he truly is second to none. and it hurts bitches to admit !!! ALL QUIET ON THE FILMTWT FRONT NOW, ISN’T IT ??? kiss the glove !!!

[mikedotorg]

pretty boy

Michael stared at the mirror, his hands balled into fists as he examined his face—his nose, his eyes, his lips. Everything.

he sighs and looks down at the sink, the stinging shame of insecurity burning his skin—he hated looking in the mirror.

the bathroom door creaks open and michaels head snaps up, eyes locking with yours in the reflection in the mirror. He could see the smile fade from your face as you register his mood.

“mikey? whats wrong?” you shut the door behind you and approach him.

his eyes burn with tears and he looks away, biting his lip. “Michael, don’t tell me your beating yourself up about your looks again.” you say, earning a small whimper from him.

“look at me angel face.” you cup his cheeks, turning his face towards you. “you are the most beautiful boy in the world, nothing is wrong with you and i mean nothing.”

you press your lips to his briefly before pulling back. “You’re so pretty, such a handsome boy. Im so glad you have you.”

with those words, he breaks down, you envelope him in your arms and let him sob—your heart breaking with every sniffle.

“y-you meant what you said?”

“yes bambi, every last word.”

tags: @yourleogf @michcarrillo02-blog @princesspluuto @whimsihoe @myah4livz @jermajestysbaby @0-n-1-x @pixieelixer-24 @4ppl3h34d @fairydustdiary @7alore @siighrns

[theonlyonlinefish]

𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬| 𝐌.𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧

Synopsis: With the Victory Tour just hours away, you and your best friend Michael share one final night together, neither of you ready to say goodbye

Warnings: 18+, smut, sub!michael, virginity loss, wet dreams, yearning, penetration, oral kink, masturbation, pleasing kink, dom/power switch reader, and multiple orgasms

Michael paced back and forth in front of his window waiting for a signal from you or Bill, this was his first time sneaking anybody in and he was absolutely terrified.

Biting on his thumb nail and hand placed on his hip as he paced around

“God I hope this works” he mumbled to himself

Just then, a pair of headlights cut through the front gate, pulling Michael’s attention toward the window. A smile slowly spread across his face as he recognized the car. Seconds later, he was pressed against the window, watching as Bill stepped out and hurried around to open the back door, escorting you out onto the driveway

Before you could even reach the top of the spiraling staircase, Michael had already slid the window open. The second you stepped onto the landing, he reached out, taking your hands and helping you climb inside

Once you were safely in, he quietly eased the window shut behind you. Turning back around, he watched in silence as you peeled off your rain-soaked black trench coat, droplets of water pattering onto the hardwood floor

The two of you stared at each other for a few quiet seconds before matching grins spread across your faces. Unable to help himself, Michael crossed the room in two quick strides, scooped you off your feet, and pulled you into the tightest hug imaginable, making a squeal slip from your lips. He immediately pressed a finger to your mouth, smiling as he whispered, “Shhh.”

“We gotta be quiet if anybody here’s us that’s my ass”

“I’m sorry” biting at the corner of your lip “But Michael I need to take my coat off I’m soaked”

Of course, you’d meant it in a completely different way, but Michael’s mind immediately ran wild

He gently set you back on your feet, a bashful grin tugging at the corners of his lips as his imagination got the better of him

“Yeah… you’re right,” he chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck

Reaching for the zipper of your trench coat, you slowly peeled it off before tugging your hoodie over your head, revealing one of Michael’s oversized T-shirts that had long since become yours, paired with simple black spandex shorts. You slipped out of your shoes one at a time, nudging them neatly against the wall before turning your attention back to him

“I missed you Mikey” you warmly smiled placing a kiss on his cheek

Feeling your lips touch his cheek sent a chill down his spine, only making the issue bigger than it already was

“Uh…angel I’ll be right back”

“Okay?” You replied a little concerned

Michael hurried into the bathroom, quietly locking the door behind him. Letting out a long, heavy sigh, he rested the back of his head against the wood and squeezed his eyes shut, slowly dragging his tongue across his lips before glancing downward. A quiet groan escaped him as he realized exactly what the problem was— his boner

Hooking his thumbs beneath the waistband of his pajama pants, Michael pulled them forward and glanced down, only to let out an exasperated sigh. His erection was so prominent it had pushed through the opening in the front of his boxers

“Damn it!” he muttered under his breath, scrubbing a hand over his face in frustration

Nothing was working, his usual methods of thinking about something stupid or even running cold water over his member, nothing was working. He knew the only thing left to do was to touch himself

Still leaning against the locked bathroom door, Michael reached over and switched off the light. Too embarrassed to face his own reflection, he stood there for a moment, gathering himself before reaching for the bottle of lotion on the counter

Just then he shivered feeling the cold lotion coat his dick, gently he began sliding it around until he was fully lubricated. His eyes shut briefly and allowed his imagination to run wild

Briefly, he began recalling some of the playboy magazines that he had looked at earlier that day, the way her breasts were exposed and the melanin captivating her nipples. But it wasn’t enough to make him cum—then his mind wandered aimless and struck you

Fantasizing about finally having sex with you and how good you must feel, Michael was embarrassed because you were more experienced sexually than he was

“Fuck” he whispered as his head leaned into the door

The veins in his hands were prominent, stroking himself tightly and using his hand to imitate the insides of a woman. At some point he began bucking his hips forward pretending he was thrusting inside of you, breathing tirelessly as his hand ran across his chest

His movements became increasingly frantic until he came into his hand, feeling the warm fluids shoot out. A muffled whimper caught in the back of his throat, forcing him to bite down on the corner of his lip to keep from making a sound

He stayed frozen for a moment, breathing heavily as the rush of relief washed over him, his heartbeat slowly beginning to settle. Then he washed his hands and readjusted his pants, now seeing his boner was gone he smiled to himself before exiting the bathroom

Meanwhile, you were busy rummaging through Michael’s closet, trying on one hat after another as you admired yourself in his oversized mirror. Tilting your head from side to side, you couldn’t help but smile at your reflection

Then out of the corner of your eye, you caught another reflection behind you

You jumped, letting out a startled gasp as you spun around, only to find Michael casually leaning against the doorframe with an amused grin spread across his face. A soft chuckle escaped him, making you roll your eyes as you walked over and gently shoved a hand against his chest

“That’s not funny, where the hell did you go??”

“Mother wanted to tell me goodnight” Michael quickly responded

He reached up and adjusted the hat on your head, a playful twinkle dancing in his eyes as he smiled down at you

“Blue looks good on you” he complimented

Warmth rushed to your cheeks at the compliment. You hated how easily he could make you blush, and even more that he was catching you in the act of playing dress-up in his closet. Before he could tease you any further, you slipped out of his embrace, grabbed his hand, and tugged him out of the closet with a shy laugh

Over the next couple of hours the two of you lied next to each other in bed, Michael played in your hair while you stared up at the ceiling. Michael was getting ready to go on a summer tour so you wouldn’t be able to see him until the end of summer, so realistically this would be the last time yall seen each other for awhile

Michael’s eyes started getting heavy, nuzzling his head into your chest and his hand around your waist “I’m gonna miss you angel”

“I’m gonna miss you too Michael, I wish I could come with you”

“Joseph would rather roll over and croak before letting us tour with a girl”

You chuckled softly “Maybe it’s for the best, I couldn’t imagine being on tour with your brothers all summer”

“Yeah…you know Jermaine keeps asking me if you’re my girlfriend, he thinks he’s slick I know he’s only asking me because he wants to date you”

You scrunched up your face “Jermaine? Eww”

“I’ve said the same thing since I was five” Michael sighed

Making you chuckle at his reply “Michael you’re the messiest brother out the bunch”

Eventually, Michael’s soft chuckles faded into quiet, sleepy murmurs, a telltale sign that he’d finally drifted off. It was something he’d done ever since the two of you were kids—curling up against you, seeking your warmth and comfort before surrendering to a deep, peaceful sleep

You remained wide awake, your eyes fixed on the ceiling as sleep refused to come. Your mind wouldn’t slow down, chasing one “what if” after another

What if he meets someone while he’s on tour?

What if fame changes him?

What if he comes back… and he isn’t the same Michael anymore?

The thought that lingered the longest was the one that hurt the most.

What if this tour is the beginning of the end for us?

Michael suddenly twitched in his sleep, the movement jostling you enough to pull your attention away from your thoughts. A quiet laugh escaped your lips as he continued mumbling incoherently, his sleepy babbling almost impossible to understand. You leaned in a little closer, smiling to yourself, until his words slowly began to come into focus

“Please don’t stop my angel” he moaned “Please make me cum”

Your smile slowly faded as you realized Michael wasn’t just mumbling in his sleep—he was softly moaning your nickname. Your stomach filled with flutter

Hesitantly, you lifted the edge of the blanket, only to freeze when you noticed his boner poking out. Heat rushed to your face as you quickly looked away, suddenly unsure of what to do next

After a long moment of hesitation, you made one of the boldest decisions you’d ever made. With trembling hands and your heart pounding against your ribs, you carefully slipped them beneath the waistband of his boxers

Your breath caught in your throat as your fingers gently closed around him, the realization of what you were doing sending a wave of nerves through your entire body

Feeling his precum coating his tip as you began stroking him. Gently feeling his warmth around your hand as you jerked him off—his moaning became more prominent as you proceeded. To your surprise you were more turned on than imagined, growing to like the act and feeling your confidence rise

“Am I doing a good job Mikey?”

“Yes—oh gosh yes I wanna cum inside you so badly”

“You’re so big” you whispered “I don’t know if I could handle you”

“Angel please, just like me—“

A sudden tremor ran through his body, startling you. Your heart pounded as his breathing grew uneven, his quiet whimpers becoming more pronounced until the tension finally overtook him

Still catching his breath, he blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of what had just happened. The realization slowly settled over his face, leaving him frozen in place as embarrassment washed across his features

“Angel I’m so sorry I don’t know what I was thinking”

As he proceeded to feel the need to apologize, you retracted your hand from his boxers and began licking the cum off of your hands. Stopping Michael dead in his tracks, he paused watching you with great shock and amusement

“Why didn’t you ever tell me you tasted so sweet Mikey?”

Before Michael could gather his thoughts, you carefully climbed into his lap, brushing soft kisses along the side of his neck before lingering just long enough to leave behind hickies before kissing his chest and nipples

Completely flustered, he stumbled over his words, his cheeks warming as he instinctively pulled the blanket over the two of you

But the moment he glanced down, his breath caught. Beneath the covers, he could unmistakably feel the warmth of your bare skin against him, leaving him even more speechless than before

“You don’t have on any panties” he noted

Kissing down to his shaft you smirked giving Michael one final smile before kissing his v-line, making him squirm around

“Shhh” you whispered

Just then you grabbed his dick sloppily running it over your mouth while simultaneously spitting on his tip. Your tongue feverishly dragged across his tip before sucking it gently—bobbing your head and tightening your lips around it to suck all of his cum off

Michael was a complete whimpering mess by this point, his dick was twice as sensitive as it already was, his hands were gripped tightly on both sides of the sheets as he groaned trying to compose himself

You slowly emerged from beneath the covers, taking a moment to catch your breath. Michael lay there breathing just as heavily, his dazed eyes never leaving yours

As you settled beside him, he instinctively wrapped his arms around your waist, drawing you close. Gently lifting the hem of your shirt, he pressed a trail of lingering kisses across your stomach before letting his lips wander over your nipples, using the tip of his tongue to only twirl it around the circumference of your nipples

Biting your lips you looked down at Michael allowing a moan to escape your lips “m’ sorry I couldn’t help myself” Michael admitted

“May I?” He asked

Slowly you nodded your head and held your breast with one hand and used the other to rest at the back of Michael’s head. Watching him immediately latch onto your nipple like he was aching for you. He kept his eyes focused on you as he sloppily sucked your nipple

Simultaneously you moaned in his face and began rocking on Michael’s dick, feeling your clear fluids spill over his shaft creating a slick barrier for your grind against

Between the sucking and grinding the both of you felt overstimulated, but more than anything you were enjoying seeing Michael struggle. At some point he shut his eyes and groaned into your breast as his lips wrapped around your breast , you watching his saliva spill over

“Michael you’re making me feel so good, I want to cum on you”

“Show off for me” his voice weak as he swallowed the lump in his throat

Your eyes rolled back as you thrusted yourself harder against his dick , Michael could feel your strong pulse on the tip of his dick making his orgasm come quicker than before

Your fingers tightened against his shoulders as the two of you clung to one another, overcome by the impact of the two of you having an orgasm simultaneously

You buried your face in the crook of his neck to muffle any sound, while he did the same, one hand slowly caressing your back as gentle kisses brushed against your collarbone. Every breath was restrained, every movement careful, the two of you doing everything possible to avoid being caught

“Michael?” You gasped

“Yes my angel?”

“I’m not done with you yet”

Just then you used your strength to push Michael back into his bed while kissing his lips feverishly. His hands stroking through your scalp as he pulled you closer, sucking your tongue and biting his lip watching you grab his dick and rub it in between your folds as you slowly sat on it

Immediately pleasuring sensations entered you from your center and sending goosebumps through your body, moaning and gasping as you struggled to sit on his dick

His hands gripped onto your waist and forced you to sit all the way on top of him, forcing yourself to cover your mouth with your hands as your moaning peaked

“What’s wrong baby?” He asked kissing your bare chest “You can’t handle it?”

“Michael you’re only making shit harder on yourself” you whimpered

Finally you wrapped your fingers around the back of his neck, interlocking them as you brought your feet forward and began rocking back and forth. With your feet planted into the mattress you sped up your pace, rotating your hips slowly in a circular pattern

“Ang-“

“Nope, I couldn’t handle it remember?”

A sudden shiver raced down your spine, drawing a soft moan from your lips as your head gently fell back, your body instinctively reacting to the overwhelming rush of emotion

“Fuck daddy, you’re so big” biting your lip watching his shaft pump in and out of you

Michael’s hands clung to your back watching your breasts bounce in his face “Angel you can’t say things like that to me” he whispered softly

“Why not Michael ? Because you can’t hold your cum in?” You smirked

Michael was too flustered to reply, instead he continued moaning and looking everywhere but you

“I heard you tell me earlier how badly you wanted to cum inside me, is that true?”

“Look at me Michael”

His big brown eyes met yours, guilt and vulnerability written all over his face. Biting nervously at his bottom lip, he lowered his gaze for a moment before looking back up at you.

“Yes…” he admitted softly “Yes, it’s true”

Pressing your hips harder into his and grinding slower as your lips pressed softly into his “And what if I told you I wanted you to cum inside me? Cumming inside me until it’s leaking out” you moaned

“I—I need to do it right now angel I can’t hold it in anymore”

Feeling you orgasm peak you knew you didn’t have much time left yourself, you licked your lips while looking at Michael “Kiss me Mike, then you can cum in me”

Without another word, Michael cupped the back of your head and crashed his lips against yours, the kiss desperate and overflowing with emotion. Feeling his tongue flicker over your lips and the inside of your mouth. His hands slid to your hips, bouncing you up and down on his dick repeatedly as the two of you clung to each other

Your fingers framed his face, gently tugging at his bottom lip between kisses as the intensity of the moment overwhelmed you both. Your body trembled in his embrace, every muscle tightening as you held onto him, refusing to let go as you squirted on top of him and making a mess

Michael gripped even tighter onto your hips as his hot fluids released inside of you. Pressing his face in between your breasts to suck on them as he moaned against your skin, doing his best to conceal his whimpers “Oh my god” he exclaimed

A quiet sniffle caught your attention. Gently, you slipped your hand beneath his chin and lifted his face until his tear-filled eyes met yours.

You brushed your lips against his in a soft, reassuring kiss before tenderly kissing away the tears clinging to his cheeks.

“Baby” you whispered, resting your forehead against his “it’s okay”

Not long after the two of you had cleaned up, a gentle knock sounded at the door. It was Bill, quietly reminding Michael that it was time to take you home. Dawn was beginning to break, the first rays of sunlight creeping over the horizon, and you needed to be gone before the rest of the house started waking up

Standing in front of Michael with your raincoat still wrapped around you, you caught him staring. He couldn’t seem to take his eyes off you, and somehow, in that quiet moment, he felt himself falling even deeper in love than he already was. Slowly, he cradled your face between his hands and drew you into a long and passionate kiss, pouring every unspoken feeling into it

“I’ll be waiting for you, my love. Hopefully I gave you enough to remember me by until I come back”

You blushed “Hopefully you can sleep peacefully now”

A few moments later, you quietly slipped back out through the window and climbed into the backseat of Bill’s car for the ride home. Michael watched until the taillights disappeared through the gates before reluctantly closing the window

A few hours later, the Jacksons were outside loading their luggage onto the tour bus. Michael had barely settled into the seat beside Jackie when he noticed his brother doing a double take

Jackie’s eyes narrowed before a slow, knowing grin spread across his face. His gaze lingered on the fresh hickey peeking out from beneath Michael’s collar.

“Well…” Jackie smirked, nudging him with his elbow “Looks like somebody had themselves a good night”

Michael’s eyes widened as his hand instinctively flew to his neck, his cheeks immediately flushing with embarrassment

A wonderful request for the lovely @applesange1s 💋, sorry yall I didn’t proof read

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[doleuia]

⋮ ⌗ based on this comment from tiktok, @ANALISE: "Apparently his costume designer did an interview stating they had to regularly tuck, but it was so massive it wouldn’t stay in place sometimes. It was a whole thing, and Michael used to make jokes about it. I just made all that up, but I hope you had fun reading it."┆

⋮ ⌗ 🏷️┆michael jackson x costume designer! reader, hand job (balls included) oral (m receiving), manual stimulation, arousal, moaning, whimpering, self conflict, rushed ending.

⋮ ⌗ doleuia┆hope yall enjoyed thisss, u guys feedback is very wanted so plsss dont be scared to comment 💟

taglist: @flygirlarchivee

michael frustratingly sighed as he stood in front of the full body mirror, his hands tugging uselessly at the waistband of his pants. no matter how he adjusted the pants or himself—the thick bulge refused to settle.

he felt like such a pervert for the thoughts running through his head like the way your fingers had brushed against him earlier, so careful yet so warm.

he knew it was just part of your job, but he couldn’t stop replaying it. part of him was convinced you had been flirting with him all day with the little smiles, the lingering touches, and the teasing tones while while another part told him maybe he couldn't handle what was just simple courtesy from a pretty woman who was just trying to do her job.

so why the hell was his body reacting like this?

he kept telling himself he shouldn’t want this. he shouldn’t need your hands on him again, even calling you back in felt like crossing a line he should've never uncross.

yet the ache wouldn’t go away.

"y/n," he finally called, voice a little strained.

"yes, mike?" you stepped into his private dressing room and locked the door behind you. michael was standing there in the gold leather pants, the obvious, heavy outline on display.

"it's still not staying?" you asked, keeping your eyes where they were.

"it just won't stay down tonight," he admitted quietly, rubbing the back of his neck. "i tried the double boxers like we usually do, but… it’s not working."

you walked over with a confused look. "that's weird, double boxers always work."

you dropped to your knees and placed your hands over the front of his boxers, pressing his hard manhood through the fabric. you tried pushing him down and to the side, molding the thick bulge with your palms and fingers. your touch was slow and deliberate through the thin material. you knew exactly what you were doing.

you bit your lip, a rush of heat flooding through you at the way his cock throbbed against your palm. you let your fingers drag teasingly along his length one last time gaining something like a shudder from him.

after a few moments you pulled your hands back and gave him a satisfied little nod. "okay, try pulling them back up and show me if it’s fixed."

michael’s hands shook slightly as he adjusted his boxers and pulled the leather pants up.

the bulge was still painfully obvious— fully straining and heavy against the fabric. you made a dramatic yikes face, tilting your head as you studied it.

"hmm… i have an idea,"you said slowly, voice low and mischievous, "but you have to be very open minded, michael."

michael’s ran his hand down his face, the internal battle raging. "oh god, please just fix me. i know i have no less than forty minutes."

you smiled up at him sweetly, the picture of innocence while your mind was anything but pure.

you were gonna fix him alright.

your hand slipped beneath the waistband at last, you started tucking him again, pressing his hard length sideways and down, but this time you moved slower. your palm rubbed deliberately along the underside of his shaft as you "adjusted" him.

"mmm…" a low whimper slipped from his lips leaving you to smile and start stroking him a little more openly now instead of what you were asked initially to do.

you glanced up. "am i fixing it, mike?"

you started doing long, slow rubs from base to tip, letting your thumb circle the head each time. his cock twitched hard in your grip, growing even thicker.

michael let out a soft moan that he deeply tried but failed to swallow. "y-yes, oh god..." he breathed.

you smiled up at him, still stroking his thick length with those slow, deliberate movements. your thumb kept circling the sensitive head, spreading the bead of precum that had formed. you could feel him throbbing heavily in your hand, getting even harder despite his guilt.

"but you’re not getting softer at all, mike," you whispered, your voice all sweet and playful, “if anything… you’re getting bigger."

he turned his head away, cheeks burning with shame but his body quickly betrayed him by his hips twitching forward into your grip, chasing the slow friction.

after another slow stroke you paused, hand still wrapped around him, and looked up with a fake innocent expression.

"maybe i should stop?" you asked softly, biting your lip. michael’s eyes snapped back to you, wide and desperate. "no!" he breathed quickly, almost pleading. "please, don’t stop."

the admission seemed to embarrass him even more, but the need in his voice was unmistakable. you were satisfied and resumed stroking him with those long, lazy movements.

"oh no…" you said in a obviously fake concerned tone, eyes wide like you were genuinely worried. "i should be doing a better job then, shouldn’t i?"

michael gave a shaky nod and that was all the consent you needed.

"will do," you purred, and with that you pulled his doubled boxers down to his ankles before leaning in closer, letting your warm breath fan over his flushed cock.

you pressed a slow, open mouthed kiss right to the tip, tasting him. michael shuddered hard, another broken whimper leaving his lips.

you began kissing along the underside of his length before swirling your tongue around the head, a taste of his salty-sweet precum.

you took your time sinking down on him, lips stretching around his thickness as you bobbed your head steadily and deep until your hand had to accommodate what you couldn't fit, stroking and twisting just in time with your mouth.

a long groan filled the room as his hands moved from your shoulder to your hair, gripping your coils and wrapping them into a makeshift bun then his hips pushed forward, thrusting deeper into your mouth making you gagged hard around him.

michael immediately froze, eyes snapping open in shock. he quickly pulled you off of him, looking horrified. "shit– i am so, so sorry, i got carried away–"

ou cut him off by grabbing his wrist and guiding his hand back to your hair. "do it again," you said, voice eager, putting your mouth right onto the front of his cock and waiting for him.

michael stared down at you, his chest heaving as he tried to find his bearings. he started with uncertain, slow thrusts… one… then another. he was still holding back, terrified of hurting you, his movements tentative and agonizingly slow.

so you decided to push him over the edge.

you slid one hand down and cupped his balls, gently rolling and massaging them. the sudden touch caught him completely off guard. michael gasped sharply, hips jerking forward hard, his rhythm finally broke into a faster, deeper, more desperate pace, soon he was fucking your throat with urgent, powerful thrusts.

the hesitation quickly evaporated. his rhythm broke into a faster and more deeper pace, his past feelings completely swallowed up by pure, raw need. soon he was fucking your throat with urgent, powerful thrusts.

the wet, obscene 'gulk, gulk, gulk' sounds filled the dressing room like a filthy rhythm as you moaned around him, taking every thrust as your hand continued playing with his balls while you sucked him with hollow cheeks, tongue pressing firmly along the underside

"fuck… your mouth," he gasped, fingers tightening in your hair, time seemed to stretch as he used your throat, his face twisted with pleasure every deep push.

you let him have you like that for what felt like an eternity, eyes watering, spitting dribbling down your chin, your throat visibly full but never pulling away. the tension built heavier with every thrust, every choked moan, every squeeze of your hand on his balls.

his gaze was glassy, lips parted, cheeks flushed deep red. the shy, untouchable michael jackson was falling apart in front of you, reduced to whimpers and moans because of your mouth and your hands.

"’m close…" he warned, his voice shaky. "if you don’t stop i’m gonna–"

you cut him off by pulling back and licking slowly all the way down his shaft until you reached his balls. you sucked and licked them gently while both hands wrapped around his wet cock, jerking him fast.

you could feel his cock twitched violently in your grip before the thick spurt landed across your forehead, followed by another then quickly you took him back into your mouth, sucking hard as he came hard down your throat making you swallowed every drop and milking him until he was completely empty.

you finally pulled off, looking up at him before you stood up slowly, wiping the cum from your forehead with your fingers and licking it clean before wiping the corner of your mouth, and gave him a soft smile.

[0-n-1-x]

Tropical vacation with Carmy but skinny dipped?👀

hello moot! I took inspiration for this from this post about cruising with carmy, hope you enjoy!

link to my masterlist <33

tw: thigh fucking. sub-leaning carmen. fem!reader. semi-public beach sex. not proofread. lowercase intended.

- part of nyx’s summer bonanza!

“mmh- thanks baby” Carmen said softly. you had just finished putting sunscreen on his face and chest, kissing him as you did so. the two of you sat under the soft shade the big red umbrella over your provided. it was a beautiful day, and the beach wasn’t too packed with large families and other couples. you kissed carm like no one was watching, because for once in your hectic lives no one was. you moved off his lap and sat back onto the beach towel next to him and began to get comfortable yourself, legs bent and arms reaching up to retie your bun, trying to avoid getting sand in the delicately woven strands when you laid down. in doing so you were giving your shameless boyfriend the perfect view of how amazing your tits sat in the top of your swim suit and he raked his eyes over your moisturized legs, bringing up his own to rest his head upon. “see something y’like?” you tease, tilting your head towards him and moving to rub your hands down the undersides of your thighs. “yeah, i do” carmy boldly played with you back “m’wondering if you taste as sweet as you look”. “good thing you can find out right now..” you started and cut him off with what was supposed to be a small peck to his lips, but he deepened it and placed a hand on your cheek.

you moved into him, breaking the kiss to find yourself sitting side ways in his lap. the pressure perfectly hitting the growing erection in his swim shorts. “i always find myself in your lap carm dont i?” you kissed over his mouth and cheek, “i dunno, guess it’s your seat baby” he shrugged with a smirk. “need you right now, please” he whined. “not now bear, we’re gonna get into the water soon.” `you brought your face back to his, smiling at the pouty look spread across his features. “can’t it wait till we get back on the boat?”, “no.. please?” he continued to pout to you, searching your eyes for any sign of pity, and you decided to help your poor baby out a bit. the area you two set up was fairly secluded, with rock structures on either side, so nobody saw you lifting yourself up and sticking your hand down his shorts. you pulled out his semi hard cock hearing his breath hitch at the sensation of your cool hands against his warm skin, he sighed when you slid him between your thighs and finally sat back down. his hands wandered up to cup your breast and to hold your waist as he kissed your lips again. you gently started to move your hips, rubbing his length between your thighs. “Oh fuck..” he gasped at the movement leaving his jaw slightly ajar,and furrowing his brows. you reached out a hand to rub his tip that peaked out, spreading the pre-cum that beaded out at the top, the shea butter he massaged onto your legs that morning acting as lubricant for his cock to glide against your skin. “yes, d-dont stop- shit” he muttered under his breath, lightly grinding his hips to feel more. “take what you need baby!” You teased with a smile and a chuckle, watching as he leaned back onto his hand behind him to properly thrust his hips up and fuck your thighs. You dragged a nail over his abdomen, you other hand adjusting your sunglasses as you looked out to the ocean as your baby got his fix.

[sgecat]

This is why we create black spaces. It’s not to be weird or shady; it’s because we genuinely don’t know who’s in our corner or rather taking advantage of our creativity and profiting from it.

This is my very important reminder to PLEASE support our black writers. We’ve been marginalized enough. We love to share with the world, but it’s hard when writers like these take from us without giving any kind of consideration and recognition.

That is all we ask.

[moonlitjane]

I CAN’T HELP IT

michael jackson x female reader

━ SUMMARY: when a phone call with his producer cuts into your date night, you decide to take matters into your own hands or mouth

━ CONTENT: 18+, smut, cursing, giving michael a blowjob while he’s on the phone, established relationship, mike’s down bad what’s new, oral m & f receiving he eats it like it’s his last meal, lots of teasing, a tiny bit of jealous michael bc why not, unprotected sex!!! (not a good idea y’all be safe out there), creampie, switch michael supremacy, them fuckin on the living room couch….idk they’re young & in love leave them alone

━ AUTHOR’S NOTE: i implore you to imagine off the wall michael with this one… (post otw but pre thriller) he was pregnant with the lady in my life here. idk let’s just imagine he was an absolute freak in the sheets during this time, mans was topping charts & winning awards nobody could stop him

Exactly forty-seven minutes had passed since Michael answered the call from Quincy.

“This’ll only take ten minutes.” His famous last words were uttered through a smile when he first held the phone to his ear, His producer’s voice audible even from where you sat on the other end of the couch.

You kept yourself busy with twiddling thumbs, ready to resume the rest of your evening, when ten minutes came and went. Then twenty— then thirty— leaving you to wonder if you’d ever get your boyfriend back at all.

Michael mouthed a voiceless, “I’m sorry” as he carried on the conversation nearly an hour later.

Your legs crossed and uncrossed against the couch cushions, as you picked at the bowl of popcorn in your lap. You listened to him talk, your gaze trailing over to where his fingers were wrapped in the phone cord, twisting and twirling as he went on and on about the sound of his next album.

You were supposed to be having a movie night tonight. It was a rare occurrence; Michael having the house to himself. He was excited to have you over, just the two of you, alone.

Although, he did love having you around his family— loved parading you around in front of his brothers.

He’d spent far too long listening to them give him a hard time. All their remarks about “when little mikey would ever get a girl.” So when you came into his life, he didn’t hesitate to show you off. You were just so perfect, and you were his.

He thanked his lucky stars for that late night at Quincy’s house. You’d met there when Michael was arriving to work on some demos and you were just heading out. You caught his attention immediately.

The producer’s house was always a revolving door of new faces, but you, he’d never seen you before. He would’ve remembered a pretty face like that— such delicate eyes, and the most mesmerizing smile he’d ever seen. He was instantly infatuated.

You made your exit after a quick introduction where Michael learned you were a close family friend of Quincy’s. You rushed out the door, assuring them that you didn’t want to “impose” and that you were “just leaving.” But Michael nearly begged you to stay. A three minute conversation wasn’t enough, he needed more. And despite his best efforts, he was less than subtle when he could barely wait for the door to close at your heels before asking about you— he was just too eager. Eager to know more, to hear your voice again, he was so determined that he got your phone number from Quincy and called you the very next day.

And while you were thankful that their close-knit relationship led to date nights snuggled next to Michael on his couch, you didn’t love that it also meant the two of them would be having brainstorming sessions at nine o’clock on a Saturday night.

Which is exactly why Michael had spent the better half of an hour talking on the phone, only sparing you a few glances and a handful of apologetic smiles.

It didn’t bother you, not really, but sitting there, watching his long slender fingers play with the coils of the telephone and seeing how his brows furrowed as he took charge of the conversation, made your thighs clench.

There was an undeniable heat running rampant between you, a raging, sweltering fire that neither of you were interested in putting out. Everything was just so new and addicting. The mutual infatuation was all consuming, both of you living in desperation for just a single minute alone so you could get your hands on each other.

And right now— you were needy and he was just so tempting.

The gentle cadence of his voice filled the room as he spoke, soft and sweet. It was reminiscent of the low sighs he would let out when you were beneath him.

His finger kept twirling, hooking and bending the handset cord while he bit at his lip, listening intently to Quincy on the other line, and you couldn’t help yourself. The subliminal movement of his slender digits sent you over the edge.

You set the popcorn bowl aside, inching your way closer to Michael until your shoulders were nearly touching.

You did your best to bat your lashes and pout your lips to convey a silent— “pretty please hang up the phone Mikey, I need you.”— But your efforts to sway him failed miserably as he held up a single finger in your direction, telling you to wait like you were some sort of impatient child getting scolded.

With a slight annoyance buzzing through your veins, and the damp sensation of your panties between your thighs, you sent your hand trailing up his leg, palm flat and heavy against his jeans.

A stern frown tugged at his lips, eyes narrowing as he looked your direction— a silent warning.

But you could see something fighting beneath the straight line of his lips, a twitch, a little grin pulling at the corners of his mouth— a challenge.

His eyes followed intently as your hand brushed against the denim at his crotch, your fingers dancing pompously at his zipper before he reached down to grab your wrist.

It was a light touch— cautionary and relaxed. And when your eyes met his again, the grin he was trying so hard to keep off his face was now a painfully obvious smirk. His hands were urging you to stop but his facial expression told an entirely different story.

Abandoning his attempt to be the responsible one in the situation, he lifted his hips in compliance as the gradual purr of his zipper echoed in quiet surrender.

A lazy “Mhmm,” hummed past his lips and into the phone.

The response was meant for Quincy. A soft murmur of agreement; but the way his eyes watched carefully as your head ducked down— the tip of his cock just barely meeting your lips— made you wonder if the sound was secretly meant for you. A quiet hum of encouragement.

You pressed your tongue flat against him, slow and sloppy, and he had to pull the phone a few inches from his ear, letting his head fall back and his teeth bite into his bottom lip, hard.

“Yeah, I think-“ he brought the phone back to his ear, ready to respond but stopping mid sentence.

Your lips wrapped around him, tongue swirling methodically against his tip, and he sucked in a shallow breath through his teeth to keep from moaning.

“No, I think that’s a good idea…” His voice was barely above a whisper as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying his best to focus on the conversation.

His brows pulled together and his hands twitched, nearly flying to the back of your head, when you took him so deep into your mouth that you nearly gagged. He had to bite at his knuckles to keep from groaning straight into the telephone.

With his dick down your throat, you gazed up, hoping to see his pupils blown out in pleasure, but instead you were met with his eyelids— his eyes still closed, teeth digging into his hand, and phone at his ear.

It wasn’t until you wrapped your fingers around his shaft using your hand in tandem with your mouth, that his eyes shot open.

His glare was laced with submission as he watched you work up and down between his legs. The sight of your lips around him causing a mess of noises to choke into his hand as he tried to keep quiet.

His sounds were muffled and you could hear the murmur of Quincy’s voice drowning on through the phone, clueless that Michael wasn’t paying attention to a single word.

You worked faster, palm slick against his length and mouth messily sucking, with muffled whines sliding past your lips.

“Q I gotta- I gotta go.” Stammering out each word, Michael finally gave in, unsure if he could carry on with the way your little sounds felt against his cock.

“Yeah, I’ll call tomorrow.” His voice was weak and rushed as he tried to end the phone call. He’d have to come up with an explanation for the abrupt goodbye tomorrow, but for now he just needed the distraction gone.

The phone landed back in the switch hook with a quick “click” just as Michael let out the loudest groan you’d ever heard.

“Good God mama, you’re gonna kill me.” The words drained from his lips, hips involuntarily bucking into your mouth.

His hands found the back of your head, caressing and guiding you onto his cock.

“Couldn’t even let me take a quick phone call.” He muttered the words with his head falling back against the couch, but as soon as it leaves his mouth, you sit back, pulling your lips off of him and causing a broken whine to break from his chest.

You stare up at him, lips plump and a single brow raised in bewilderment.

You were preparing to make a sarcastic comment before leaving him to take care of himself after his smart-ass remark, but he uses the break to his advantage, pulling you from between his legs and flipping your body until your back met the couch cushions.

“Someone needs to learn how to be a little more patient.” His voice was like silk traveling between your bodies as he hovered over you. His delivery was so soft and supple, you almost didn’t mind that he was using it to chastise you.

“If I know what I want, why wait?” There was a slight irritation in your tone that Michael picked up on immediately.

Laughing against your skin, he brought his face down to your neck leaving a trail of tender kisses in his wake. He moved down your body, nose brushing against your torso, as his hands pushed at your shirt, giving him access to your stomach. Slow kisses littered the waistline of your pants as he took his time, teasing.

“Sometimes all the fun is in the waiting...” He doesn’t even look at you when the whisper leaves his lips, too busy running them along your skin.

“anticipation.” The word hums against you and you can feel his lips curl into a smile.

“Mikey please.”

He gives in, peeling the clothing from your legs until you’re bare, back arching off the couch, needy for him to do something, anything.

“I like it when you beg. Sounds real pretty.” He’s cooing as he watches the way your legs spread for him, his stare fixated on the glistening mess between your thighs.

“Just fuck me- please.” With a desperate whine in your last word you give him exactly what he wants— you beg.

“Wanna get a taste first.”

Michael would spend hours between your thighs if you let him. He was obsessed with your pleasure, fixated on the way your body would react. Listening for the little sighs that would seep from your chest and flicking his tongue over the same spot until your legs were clenching around his head. He loved that he could make you feel like that— on the verge of complete ecstasy with just his mouth.

Lowering himself flat against the couch, he presses his tongue flat against your center, wasting no time; lapping at your core and moaning into you with the taste of your arousal dousing his tongue.

He ate like he was starving, only satisfied through every gasp on your lips and tug in his hair.

He sucked at your clit. Lewd sounds filled the room as his mouth suctioned around your wet pussy, his groans muffled and yours ringing out across the room.

Thank god no one would be home tonight.

Michael loved showing you off in front of his brothers but he couldn’t handle the thought of them seeing you like this. A dark shade of envy clouded his vision at the mere idea of it. They couldn’t love you like he could— couldn’t make you feel the way her could.

The warm, wet muscle of his tongue met your gummy walls and you had to keep yourself from clamping your legs around his ears. It was sloppy and desperate the way his tongue fucked in and out of you.

His lips enveloped your cunt, every inch of his mouth hot and wet against you, dedicated to your pleasure. Hungry to have you writhing against his face until you were on the verge of tears.

His hips pushed into the fabric beneath him. Shamelessly grinding into the couch, too worked up by the way your juices and his saliva intertwined as they dripped between your thighs.

He was so focused on the task at hand that he almost didn’t feel you pulling at his shirt collar, fingers desperately grasping at the material in an effort to pull him up— to feel his chest against yours as he pushed his length into you as deep as he could. Fucking you relentlessly and making you cry out every time his cock threatened to kiss your cervix.

“Need it so bad, Mikey please.” Your pathetic little mewl finally caused him to come up for air. As much as he wanted to keep going, he couldn’t deny you any longer, and after all, he did love to hear you beg.

“What d’ya need baby?” His lips were back on your stomach, kissing and lingering on your skin, still hungry for your taste.

“Need you to fuck me Mikey, c’mon.”

Your hands were still tugging on his shirt, while his tightened around your thighs.

“Please.” The whine squeaked past your lips as your fingers continued yanking on the cotton at his shoulders.

“Only cause you asked all sweet like that.” He purred looking up at you, the cadence of his voice was angelic and smooth despite his heavy grip on your thighs.

His body hung above yours, his shaky breath warm against your face as he lined himself up at your entrance. He was still teasing, running his tip through the mess pooling at your opening and rubbing it against your clit, listening carefully to the needy little gasps rolling off your tongue.

Your hands fell to his lower back, pushing up his t-shirt enough to lightly scrape your nails against his skin, ushering his body down into yours in a desperate attempt to feel him push into you— even just an inch.

He obliged. His length easing into you nice and slow, stretching you out in a way that had your eyelids fluttering shut.

You felt his forehead rest on yours, a deep sigh falling from his lips as he found solace in the way you hugged him in just right.

“Mmm baby you feel s’good.” His voice was so soft you could barely hear it, even with his lips so close to yours. You’d been waiting for this side of Michael all night. The part of him that became a blubbering, groaning mess, drunk on the feeling of your velvet pussy wrapped around him like a petty little bow.

He pushed in deep, letting his dick bury all the way inside, before stopping for a few seconds just to feel the way your walls squeezed around him, like they were begging for more.

Both of you were already so sensitive, so wound up, so close. When he started moving you couldn’t help the hums of encouragement rising from your chest, “Yes Mikey- fuck. That’s it. Right there.”

Your hushed praises made him pick up the pace, pulling out of you completely before thrusting back in, hitting a spot each time that made your back arch and your eyes water.

He kept going, driving into you with the carefully measured movement of his hips. He knew you were close; your body tensing and nails digging hard into the skin of his back.

The crude hymns that had just been spewing from your lips were growing almost inaudible.

Almost.

But Michael could still hear it. Your quiet little whimpers, “Fuck baby- so good.” Your body was almost rigid, jaw slack and eyebrows pulled together as you grasped at his back.

“You’re so- so good Mikey.” Each word billowed up to Michael with his forehead still pressed against yours. He had to squeeze his eyes shut, focusing on the rhythm of his hips to keep himself from spilling into you. Your needy whines of admiration sending him spiraling toward release.

“So good to me.”

“So perfect.”

Engulfing your words in a long drawn out moan, your voice was a melody of satisfaction. Little noises of pleasure melted against Michael’s ears as you pulsed around him— coming undone through each languid stroke of his hips.

He lost it then; the sounds you were making, the tight grip of your pussy sucking him in, the sticky ring of you at his base building with every pump— it was almost too much.

He didn’t even ask if it was okay— didn’t even give you a warning before he let himself go, every last drop of his release nestling deep between your thighs. A broken whimper dying in his throat as he emptied into you.

With your foreheads still pressed together and your chests heaving, Michael thought about apologizing, wracking his brain for the right thing to say after coming in you without warning. He knew better.

He should feel ashamed for doing something so wrong— so risky. But instead of shame he felt a strange sense of pride, like he wanted to do it again and again.

With his dick still twitching, he pulled out, angling his head to watch where his spend leaked out between your bodies— seeping from your swollen folds.

“You should probably get something to clean that up.” Your voice broke into his mind, timid and sweet.

When he looked up, he was met with a wild smile, your lips curling with amusement as you watched him staring at the mess he’d made between your legs: a mess that was now dripping onto his living room couch.

“Mhmm.” His hum of agreement sounded distant as he fought not to look back down at the remnants of his release dribbling from your center. His weight rolled off of you; his body on a mission to find a towel, but his mind buzzing with a plan to have you full of him again before the end of the night.

[ladyinhislife]

everything’s real funny till i remember i’m not dating otw! michael

[0-n-1-x]

what is going on in the michael fandom these days yo

[kiwikisses20]

me tryna find sub!mature era mj fics, but they are as rare as they come (locate me to them too if u see this)

[json-derulo]

it pains me to say it but the more people talk shit about the women who wear those shorts/leggings with the weird butt seam that looks like it gives you a terminal wedgie, the more compelled I feel to take the women’s side

[json-derulo]

ohhhhhh my godddddddd you saw someone wearing really tight revealing pants in public? should we throw a party? should we invite goody proctor

[json-derulo]

and while we’re at it, I’m done worrying about cameltoe. I don’t have time to be pulling and tugging at my clothes all day. if you can see the outline of my pussy you should say thank you and go about your business

[json-derulo]

SAME WITH NIPPLES!!!!

[json-derulo]