(mentions of fingering, cunnulingus, smallll mention of p!in!v, female anatomy, sexual themes, michael being a bit more dom, age gap relationship, just a whole lot of horniness in this jfc)
an: this is my very first ever fic that’s published so please spare me if this isn’t the best!!!! enjoy!
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you didn’t know what your problem was—you were some kind of freak it seemed. poking and prodding was your speciality, but it got worse when you got with michael.
sure he was a bit (a lot) older than you, but that didn’t stop you both from falling in love. however, the difference in age between you two became a problem only when you started that process; poking and prodding, doing so to him.
it started that morning. michael woke up before you and did his routine with you that occurred every morning. littering your bare shoulder and neck with kisses as you laid besides him. they were always soft and sweet, waking you up slowly and with the man you love beside you. but today, you decided you were going to be the thorn in his side.
as his kisses lingered on your skin, you eased your way back into his body. your back pressed against his chest, your ass pressed against…well. the area that made him suck in some air, teeth clenched together at the sudden contact. as you moved closer, one of his hands laid on your hip, pulling you even closer to him. he buried his face in your neck, still peppering kisses there while you felt something growing behind you. you knew exactly what it was, and what he wanted. and yet, you were about to be his worst nightmare.
you knew michael wasn’t going to want to get out of bed now, the way his lips deepened into your skin with every point of contact he made. however, you needed to shower. you didn’t actually, but that was your excuse, your ruse. just as his hand went to slide over your stomach to keep you caged in, you tapped his arm.
“i gotta get up” your voice was soft, deflecting the evil intentions you had in mind. michael lifted his head at that, looking down at you. you seemed completely fine, relaxed even. what could you possibly need right now?
“at this very moment?” he leaned down to kiss your cheek, trailing down to your jaw again, trying to convince you to stay.
“i need to shower mike” you chuckled, but the grip on your hip tightened.
“all the sudden?” he kissed your earlobe, his voice soft as well, but lower. “all of the sudden you need to shower, after..” he trailed off, exhaling through his nose as his hand on your hip lingered, moving slowly up and down your side to your thigh.
“mike” you smiled, turning towards him slightly and you could see it in his face. he knew what you were doing and he did not like it.
“alright, alright go shower” he hesitantly moved his hands from your thigh, your body slipping from his as you got out of bed. he laid back, watching you as you walked to the bathroom. your hips swayed, the nightgown you were accentuating every curve that you knew he loved. this was torture.
michael now sat with a hard on, watching you shut the bathroom door. one thing was for sure, you knew what you were doing and he wasn’t going to let you get away with it.
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throughout the day, this horribly long joke of yours continued. lingering touches, your eyes lowering when you looked at michael,
giving him the impression you’d get on your knees for him right in that moment but you didn’t. calling him by his name, pet names, only in the softest and sweetest voice you could muster. you knew exactly what it was doing to him. he’d suck in a breath when you’d touch him or give you that look when you called him a certain pet name. that look of, “i will bend you over this table right now” , and you were betting on it. he hadn’t tried anything though.
when he had a conference call with some producers, he stuck himself inside his office to take it. you knew he had this call, you’d known about it all week since michael had been telling you what he planned to talk about. you knew and you knew better than to bother him. but again, you poked. and you were about to poke into some dangerous territory.
he left the office door slightly open in case you needed him in an emergency. this wasn’t that, it was simply you wanted to piss him off. for fun really. that was the unfortunate truth. most people don’t like making their partners mad, but you thrive off of it. only because when he’s had enough, he will have his way and make sure you won’t mess with him again. until you do, and the cycle continues.
michael knew you liked it, when he used that deep, assertive tone with you or gripped your wandering hand by your wrist when it got too much. he knew you wanted to be put in your place and even manhandled. he didn’t seem like that type of person and he wasn’t in normal social occasions. with you though in the comfort of your home—since no surface was left unused—he did exactly what you wanted.
as you walked towards the door, you heard michael’s soft voice. you leaned your ear towards the open space of the doorway, hearing him mention something about his music. you took no hesitation to push it open, the door creaking slightly which made him look up at you, phone pressed to his ear. he almost seemed concerned, wondering why you were in his office until he saw your outfit.
after you showered that morning, you slipped on a bathing suit and went to go lay by the pool. this was another tactic to get a rise out of him only through him viewing, not touching. now, you were wearing the shortest skirt you could find and a cut off shirt, a simple black and white contrast outfit. it was enough to make michael grip the phone though, his eyes traveling over the shown skin constantly.
you never realized michael’s love for skirts until you wore one for a date one time early in your relationship. all he could do was run his hands over your thighs, fingers lingering on the edge of the material. then, he slipped his hand underneath the skirt and caused you to soak his car seat after he absolutely pounded his fingers into your pussy. another time, he simply bunched the skirt up around your waist to eat you out like a starved man, before fucking you senseless, telling you how pretty you looked in your little skirt.
all of those thoughts ran through your head as you put this outfit on and it made you lose your breath a little. now, this skirt was even shorter leaving little to the imagination. michael had an immense imagination, and it was running wild as he stared at your thighs.
you walked closer as he was still on the phone, not saying a word while rounding his desk towards him. he turned to you slightly, phone still to his ear as you walked up until you were standing in between his spread legs. you watched his eyes, how they told you not to come any closer, but begging you to at the same time. as you stood in front of him he caught wind of his favorite perfume on you, and he almost dropped the phone. my god, you were perfect.
he was nodding to the phone like the person on the other end could see him, with “mhm” added in there as you hand reached up to run over his shoulder. oh you’re really testing him now. he leaned back in his chair, eyes trailing over you again at this new angle. he didn’t get much time before you took the initiative and sat right in his lap, your ass taking space on his thigh, but dangerously close to where he’d expect you to be.
an arm of yours wrapped around his shoulder, before leaning in and planting soft kisses on his cheek, the one opposite of the phone. michael almost forget he had to speak, until a question only he could answer was asked.
“we-well yes, i think that would be a good idea in order to increase engagement with the f-fans” as he spoke, you hand ran down his chest slowly, closer and closer to his already existing hard on just from looking at you. you were messing him up though, he was breaking and he had to remain professional. you knew as soon as the phone call was done, you were also done for.
michael coughed slightly to cover up the effect you were having on him, as you kept reaching lower. “i agree, yes” he spoke, the hand holding the phone was removed, him placing the phone between his ear and shoulder so was able to reach down and grab your wrist, stopping your trail. when you looked at him, he had that look on his face, “do not test me”. his other hand that hadn’t been occupied went to move up your backside, until it landed on the back of your head. he threaded his fingers into your hair, tugging it slightly and pulling you back away from his skin. he wasn’t rough, he was just right, enough domination to make you listen for a moment.
“yes, i’m sorry. can you give me one moment?” michael eyes burned into you as he spoke on the phone. “thank you” he removed his hand from your wrist to press the hold button on the phone dock before placing it face down on his desk. his hand then went to your jaw, holding it with enough grip to make you look at him, his other hand still in your hair.
“are we losing our mind a bit baby?” his voice, despite his intense gaze, was sweet. “do we think this is a smart idea to do to me right now?” he sat up a bit more, showcasing his broader build against yours.
“come on, use your words” he tapped your cheek with his finger before easing his grip on your jaw.
when you finally found the means from how he was handling you making your head spin, you answered. “no”
“no what?”
“no, i don’t think this is a smart idea” you weren’t scared of him, not one bit, but your voice was small. intentionally, small and sweet and innocent because you wanted this.
“then why are we doing this sweetheart? making me…” he trailed off, eyes looking over your figure in that outfit again. the way your skirt was basically riding up to your hips with how short it was. “you’re making this call very difficult for me” he let go of your jaw, his grip in your hair loosening as well. instead, his hand moved to your thigh.
“i’m sorry”
“no you’re not” he shook his head, smiling. “you know you’re not baby. this is what you want, no?”
“i don’t know what you mea-“
“don’t play with me” his sharper tone came in, and you could feel the pool between your legs. “you know better” his hand gripped your thigh a bit tighter.
“i do know better” you nodded, shifting slightly in his lap, your knee pressing against his hard on.
“then why are you ticking me off sweet thing?” he squeezed your thigh, his hand in your hair trailing to the back of your neck. “you’re making me want to do things no man should place upon their woman” he whispered, his eyes blazing into you. that was it. that’s what got you, you were putty in his hands.
“i’m sorry baby, let me fix it, please” you practically begged, you couldn’t do it anymore. he was so…so him and you just couldn’t torture him any longer.
“you’re going to fix this?”
“yes, yes i will just tell me what to do” you nodded quickly.
michael sighed, looking at the phone call on hold before looking back at your delicious thighs.
“you give me five minutes. five. no touching, no kissing. you’re going to sit on my lap and be a good girl while i finish this phone call. you understand?” his voice was solidified and stern, he meant it. but if you listened, you’d get what you wanted.
“i do”
“you do what?”
“i understand, michael” you swallowed, nervous and excited.
“that’s my girl” he whispered, his hand on the back of your neck pulling you towards him so he could plant a kiss on your temple. sweet, with lingering mentions of what he was to do to you afterwards.
as he picked up the phone and pressed the hold button, you stayed on his thigh, letting his fingers toy with your skirt. the first minute was okay as you focused on the way his lips moved, until you felt his finger pushing past your skirt inside you. you hadn’t realized he had done the phone between the shoulder and ear trick again until you gasped, but immediately covered your mouth as you looked at michael again. he was smiling, knowing he was pumping his finger into you like nothing was happening.
he had said you don’t touch him, but that didn’t mean he didn’t get to touch you. as soon as you saw the smile on his face, you knew what he was doing.
he was getting back, and there was nothing you could do about it.
. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁ off the wall era michael jackson x fem reader ݁ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.
having grown up as childhood best friends, all the pent up attraction comes unravelled during a night celebrating michael’s upcoming first solo album.
pairing: off the wall!michael jackson x fem reader
rating: explicit (18+)
word count: 2.6k
warnings: loss of virginity, fingering, oral sex (male and female), handjob, pet names, praise, breeding
you had grown up with michael, being best friends since your pre-teen years. you were the only person he really let in, letting you see every side of him. now, at age 20, he was about to release his first solo album and you were closer than ever. throughout the whole process, you’d been there for the late nights, the stress and doubts, but now? it was time to celebrate. you two had decided to have a night at your place in celebration of the album’s release. drinks freely flowed, both of you comfortable to be your true drunk selves with each other. around 11pm, you were drunken, giggling messes, relaxing and listening to music.
“i’m so proud of you, mikey. i hope you know that.” you said softly, turning your head to look at him with a soft smile. gentle touches and looks were nothing new between the two of you, so you gently took his hand. “really, really proud.”
he smiled back, displaying his beautiful teeth to you, his eyes sparkling right back at you. “couldn’t have done it without you, y/n. i mean that.”
you laughed softly, shaking your head and telling him to shut up. despite how different you two were personality wise, you were each other’s most treasured person. you loved going to clubs, dancing, meeting new people and having fun in more ways than one; michael wasn’t like that. he preferred to keep his circle small, a few people that he could fully trust. you had always wondered if he had lost his virginity, or even kissed a girl. after all, you were both 20; you had already had a few hookups, experimenting and finding what you like. the alcohol giving you a little liquid confidence, and bringing down your filter, you asked,
“mikey, are you still a virgin?” your head was turned to face him, both of you laying back on the sofa. he opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. he looks away, sighing as his cheeks got redder. he nods.
“yeah, i am. i’ve never even—“ he sighs, rubbing his hands over his face. “i’ve never even kissed a girl.” he was purposely avoiding your gaze, his head turned away from you.
you smiled, taking his hand in yours again and moving so he had to look at you, speaking softly. “do you want to?” he laughed nervously, cheeks reddening even more.
“seriously, y/n? i’m not a charity case. just because i’m 20 and haven’t kissed anyone, doesn’t mean you have to offer.” he said, turning his head to look at you. you took the moment and inched closer, speaking softly.
“yes, seriously. i mean, come on…i’m like, your most trusted person. wouldn’t you rather your first kiss be with your best friend than some random woman?” you smiled softly, and he giggled. you moved closer, and he didn’t move away. “just…close your eyes, alright?”
he nods, closing his eyes. you placed one hand on the side of his face, gently moving him closer as your lips softly met. he gasped softly at the contact, but didn’t pull away; in fact, his one hand moved to hesitantly rest on your waist. you kept softly kissing him, not wanting to rush him in any way. after a few seconds more, you pull back, smiling at him.
“well?” you asked teasingly. he was a flustered mess, and god, did he look good. he laughed softly, looking away. “yeah..that was—that was good. nice.” he said, quietly. “do you want to do it again, or?”
he nodded. you moved closer, your one hand gently moving in his hair, the other resting on his shoulder. you kissed him again, firmer this time. he immediately reciprocated, his hand squeezing your waist gently. you ran your tongue across his bottom lip, asking for entry which he willingly gave. you slowly slipped your tongue between his lips, deepening the kiss; which earned a soft moan from him. you took it as a sign to keep going, moving closer to him and gently pressing your body against his. both of his hands were now on your waist, fidgeting slightly as if he was trying to stop them from roaming your body. you briefly broke the kiss to whisper, “you can touch me.”
with your word, his hands started to slowly move up your waist, on a path to your breasts. you moved to straddle his lap, which he welcomed by spreading his legs slightly so you could sit more comfortably. his hands got to their destination, gently touching your chest. he started to circle his thumbs around your nipples, eliciting a gasp from you. you deepened the kiss again, moaning into his mouth. you could feel his lips curve into a slight smile, proud of himself for being the reason that you made that noise.
you broke the kiss, panting softly, your cheeks a soft pink. “did i do okay?” he asked, clearly nervous. “mmh. yeah, of course. more than okay. you seriously haven’t kissed anyone before?” you asked teasingly, to which he laughed softly.
you stayed sat on his lap, looking at him. “what are you staring at?” he asked, smiling. “just your face.” he laughed at that, looking away. you leaned in, kissing his cheek and slowly trailing the kisses down his neck.
“y/n…” he said softly, almost groaning your name. his hands went back to your hips, pulling you closer against him. you took initiative, grinding against him. you could feel that he was getting hard beneath you, and the fact it was all because of you made it even better. he whimpered softly at the feeling of you grinding against him, becoming needier by the second. “i’ve only ever touched myself” he said quietly, almost a whisper in your ear. you nod, laughing softly, but not in a way to mock him. “yeah, i thought as much.”
“do you want me to touch you? to make you feel good in ways you haven’t with another person before?” you said to him, your lips inches from his. he breathed out shakily, nodding. “yes. please, i want that…”
you moved to sit back next to him, trailing your hand slowly up his thigh. he looked down, watching your hand get closer to the tent in his pants. you look at him, smiling as your hand makes contact with his hard cock, palming at it and pulling out a moan from him. his hips bucked up into your palm, his head tilting back in pleasure as he breathed deeply. “more, please…” he begged.
you undid his pants, pulling them down just enough along with his boxers to free his hard, leaking cock. he was big, as you’d always suspected, or…hoped. you couldn’t deny this wasn’t something you’d thought about, because you did. more than you should when it comes to someone who’s supposed to be just your best friend. you wrap your hand gently around the middle of his cock, slowly starting to stroke it. he gasped softly, his breath catching and his hips stuttering up into your fist. “oh, my god…” he whispered, causing you to smile.
you started to pick up the pace a little, your thumb occasionally sliding over his slit that was dribbling precum. he sounded beautiful, soft whines and moans leaving his pretty lips. it had only been a minute or so, and his balls were already starting to tighten—he was close. you sped up, his eyes rolling back with a loud moan, his hands gripping the couch. he came with a cry, panting as his cock shot ropes of cum over his t-shirt and leaked down onto your hand. you didn’t stop, though. you kept jerking him off, watching his expressions and revelling in his moans and whines. “fuck—stop, i can’t…oh, fuck, y/n…” he begged, writhing under your touch. in seconds, he was orgasming again, his moans louder, even more pathetic than the last. he was tightly gripping your wrist, looking at you with those beautiful doe eyes.
you moved your hand away, maintaining eye contact with him as you slowly licked any of his cum from your fingers. you moved to get down between his legs, and he looked down at you, blushing. “y/n—“ you cut him off with a look. “just let me make you feel good… please? we’re celebrating your first solo record…” you said, pouting and slowly moving your hands up his thighs. he laughed softly, lifting his hips to take off his pants and boxers. “you always make me feel good, no matter what.” he said, smiling sincerely at you.
you helped him get his pants and boxers off, discarding them to the side and settling yourself back between his legs, on your knees. he was already hard again, leaking and desperately needing to be touched. you moved closer, your elbows gently resting on his thighs and one hand at the base of his cock. you look up at him, slowly licking the beading precum from his slit. he moans softly, smirking with a slight roll of his eyes. his hands went to your hair, gently holding it back for you. you took his tip into your mouth, swirling your tongue around it as you slowly moved your hand up and down at his base. your other hand went to his balls, gently playing with them.
you took his cock further into your warm mouth, he moaned softly. his hands tightened their grip in your hair, tugging at it as he hissed in pleasure. “fuck, you’re so good…oh, you’re so good..”
you hummed in response, sending vibrations down his shaft. he groaned, slightly pushing your head down. you started to move faster, using that hand at his base to jerk off what you couldn’t fit in your mouth. he had already had two orgasms, so he was quickly becoming overwhelmed in pleasure. he choked out a moan, his hips bucking up and pushing his cock further into your throat. you choked slightly, gagging on him and spit dribbling down his cock. you kept going, pushing further and further until he was spilling his release down your throat. you slowly pulled off, licking him clean of any cum and wiping your mouth as you looked up at him.
“you’re a goddess” he said weakly, his legs shaky and his breathing laboured. you sat back next to him on the couch, watching him. he turned to look at you.
“please let me make you feel good. i want to touch you, wanna hear you make pretty noises.” he moved closer, kissing your cheek, then your neck, gently nibbling you. you knew he had no idea how to get a woman off, but his desperation was a turn on. you slipped off your jeans and panties, laying back on the sofa. you spread your legs, revealing your wet, needy cunt to him.
“oh, my god… you’re beautiful, y/n.” he said softly, moving closer. you put your hand between your legs and started using a finger to circle your clit. “this is what you need to do, okay?” you said, looking at him. he eagerly nodded and complied, replacing your finger with his own. he was gentle, too gentle, his nervousness evident. “you can be a little firmer, sweet thing.” you said, causing him to blush. he nods, applying a little more pressure which caused a soft moan to leave your lips. “is that good? am i doing it right? i just wanna make you feel so good.”
you nod, spreading your legs further. he started becoming more confident in his moves, circling quicker, using more pressure. he was a quick learner, that’s for sure. you relaxed into it completely, letting yourself get consumed by the pleasure he was providing you. his gaze was locked onto your face, his bottom lip between his teeth. “you’re so fucking pretty, wanna make you come.”
you were getting close, already having been wet and aching since you started touching him. your back arched, soft whines and moans leaving your lips. “michael, fuck—“ he sped up just a little bit more, pushing you over the edge. you came over his finger, legs shaking slightly as you panted. he was good.
“did i do okay?” he asked, back to his seemingly nervous demeanour again. you nodded, smiling and speaking softly, “so, so good.”
“i want to taste you,” he said, looking at you. he moved down, settling himself between your thighs. he looked up at you, licking a slow stripe up your core, swirling his tongue around your clit. you moaned softly, your hand going to his hair. he hummed, closing his eyes briefly to take in your taste. he slowly, gently pushed two fingers inside of you, dragging a moan from your lips as he did so. he explored you tenderly, still circling your clit with his tongue as he moved his fingers in and out. the motion was perfect, you didn’t even need to direct him and tell him what felt good—he just listened to your moans, to the way your hips bucked against his face to know what he was doing was good. “that’s it…god, mikey, you’re so good…”
that encouragement was what he needed, he kept going, speeding up his fingers and relentlessly hitting your g-spot. you tugged his hair, moaning and whining loudly. your hips started to buck against him, your legs shaking as you came over his tongue and fingers. he slowed down, letting you ride out your orgasm.
he sat back on his knees, wiping his mouth with a smile. you stayed laying down, panting and shaking slightly; he knew he did a good job. his cock was sprung hard between his legs again, leaking.
“do you… want to have sex?” you asked, looking at him. he nodded, crawling over the top of you and leaning down to softly kiss your lips. “yes… please.”
he sat back on his knees between your thighs, guiding his cock to slide up and down your cunt, gathering your wetness. he lined up with your entrance, slowly pushing in. he groaned, his head tilting back. “holy fuck, y/n.”
he fully entered you, staying still for a few seconds to adjust to the overwhelming sensation of being inside of you. he leaned down to kiss you, and started slowly thrusting. you moaned softly into the kiss, your hands going to his shoulders, slowly pulling him closer. he started to pick up the pace, moaning into your ear. “you feel fucking amazing, y/n. god, i’m obsessed with you.”
you kissed his neck, gently sucking, marking what’s yours. his hands held your hips, starting to hit deeper and faster. he wouldn’t last long, and you both knew it. he’d already cum multiple times, and this was his first time ever actually having sex. he kept up the momentum, fingers digging into your hips as he thrusted hard. you were whispering praise into his ear, telling him how good he felt inside of you, how well he was filling you up. in a few minutes, his hips started to stutter and his moans became more whiney, desperate. “can’t—gotta stop, gonna come—“
you cut him off with a kiss, wrapping your legs around his. “fill me up…wanna be full of your cum.” you whispered. he groaned, his eyes rolling at your words. his pace quickened again, cock pounding into you relentlessly. with a final deep hit, he moaned, filling you up with his release. he stayed inside of you, his body resting over yours, head in the crook of your neck.
“that was insane… i can’t believe it. you’re perfect.” he said, peppering kisses to your neck and cheek. he slowly pulled out with a whimper, watching his cum leak from your cunt. he looked at you, smiling softly.
♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹ professor michael jackson x fem reader ♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹
he’s your professor, and secret boyfriend. after a tough day, you go home and spend some quality time together <3
pairing - mature!michael jackson x fem reader
rating - explicit (18+)
word count - 1.2k
warnings - age gap (reader is 20-21), clitoral orgasms, oral sex (male receiving), praise, pet names (baby, princess, daddy), thigh riding
it had been an exhaustingly long day of classes, and the miserable weather only did even more detriment to your current mood. aggravated by everyone and everything, you made your way to michael’s office, seeking comfort. you knocked his door softly, walking in without waiting for him to invite you.
he looks up over his glasses, smiling softly for a few seconds before seeing the slightly sad expression on your face.
“baby…what’s wrong?”
he asked softly, standing to walk over to you. he pulled you into a hug, his one hand cradling the back of you head and gently playing with your hair. you immediately relaxed into him, his comforting scent filling your senses. you hum softly, wrapping your arms around his waist.
“had a hard day, sweet thing?”
you nod, closing your eyes. you always felt so safe and secure in his arms, he was your boyfriend after all.
“you wanna come over for food tonight? we can have a couple drinks, watch a movie..”
you smiled, looking up at him and whispering a soft yes please. you sat down on the edge of his desk, watching him pack up and sort out his office for the following monday. he hummed softly, quietly singing to himself as he did so which you adored. when he was done, he took your hand and gently tugged you down from the desk, kissing your forehead.
“come on, let’s go.”
you both walked off of the university campus, keeping a distance from each other so as not to be detected. absolutely no one could know about the fact you were dating. when you got to his car, he opened the door and let you get in first, something he always did. he played music quietly on the way back, one hand resting at the top of your thigh as he drove, asking you anything and everything about your day.
after arriving at his and settling in, you accompanied him in the kitchen as he cooked. he poured you a glass of wine, and you sat up on the counter to watch him. you loved the way he moved around when he was cooking, the way his hands so gracefully move as he does the simplest of tasks. you sat there watching him, nursing the glass of wine.
after eating and a few more glasses of wine, you went to the living room, sitting down together and cuddling on the sofa. he put on one of his old favourite movies, and you settled in together. the wine had started to take its course, leaving you a little more bold than usual. you trailed your fingertips up his thigh, causing him to readjust how he was sitting slightly, which only gave you better access to what you wanted.
“having fun there, baby?”
you giggled, nodding in reply. he looked down at you, kissing your lips softly, which you immediately wanted to deepen. you moved, straddling his one thigh and playing with the buttons on his shirt. his hands went to your hips, gently holding you in place. he peppered soft kisses on your neck, small nibbles and sucks in between—which only caused you to get even more needy than you were. he knew that, obviously, which is why he kept doing it.
he smiled, kissing you again on your lips, allowing you to deepen it as much as you needed. you moved your hips against him, grinding on his thigh.
“mmh…getting needy, princess?”
you nod, gently biting his bottom lip. you attempted to undo his trousers, but he stopped you, looking at you over his glasses.
“not yet, be a good girl and keep riding daddy’s thigh, hm?”
you nod, whining and continued to grind against his thigh. he watched you, smiling softly as you desperately rutted against him.
“you look so beautiful riding my thigh, baby. i love those pretty little faces you make.”
his hand went under your skirt, to the waistband of your panties. he laughed softly,
“you’re so wet, all for me.”
he places two fingers either side of your clit, giving you even more friction to get yourself off on him. you moved faster, chasing the release you craved. he moved his fingers in the opposite direction of your movement, causing pathetic whines and moans to leave your lips. you were getting closer by the second, and he could tell.
“gonna come for me baby? gonna make a mess on daddy?”
you nodded, relentlessly grinding against him. you felt the orgasm wash over you, your hands moving to cling to his arm. you stopped moving your hips, but he started using his fingers to circle your clit, drawing the orgasm out; but he didn’t stop. he kept going, kept playing with you.
“mikey, please—“
“mikey? that’s not what you’re to call me, is it, princess?”
you moan, his movements gaining speed. he’s pushing you for another orgasm.
“n—no, i’m sorry, daddy…”
he smiles, but doesn’t stop. he keeps going, forcing one orgasm after the other. by the time he moved his fingers away, you were a whining, panting mess. you leant against his chest, burying your face into the crook of his neck. you moved to fully straddle his lap, cuddling into him, but you could feel his hard length pushing against you. you looked at him, smiling softly.
“need help?”
“if you’d like to help me, princess.”
you smile, moving from his lap and down between his legs, on your knees. he undid his trousers, pushing them down alongside his boxers and pulling out his hard cock. you moved closer, slowly licking a stripe from the base of his cock to the tip, swirling your tongue around his slit. he groaned softly, his hands going to your hair, pulling it back to keep it out of your face. you looked up to meet his gaze, taking his tip into your mouth.
“fuck—that’s it, baby…”
he said lowly, you took him deeper, still looking up at him. he let you set the pace at first, just keeping his hands holding your hair back in place. once you’d started to move faster, he began gently pushing your head down, pushing his cock further down your throat.
“you look so pretty with my cock down your throat, princess.”
you hummed softly, eliciting another groan from him. you let him start to take control, allowing him to fuck your mouth harder and quicker. you gagged, but kept going, wanting nothing more than to please your professor. tears pricked at your eyes from the gagging, making your eyes sparkle as you looked at him. he smiled, biting his bottom lip. he tipped his head back, moaning—he was getting close.
you decided to start going faster, letting him get rough with his treatment. his fingers in your hair were now tugging on it, his hips bucking up to stuff his cock down your throat.
“so good, baby…so fuckin’ good. gonna take daddy’s load?”
you hummed in response, and his movements became jerky, his hips stuttering as he shot his cum down your throat. you swallowed, slowly pulling your mouth off his cock. you smiled, spit still connecting you to his tip. you licked off any remaining cum left on his length, giggling.
‧₊˚♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹ professor michael jackson x fem reader ‧₊˚♪ 𝄞₊˚⊹
harmless crush on your university professor who definitely doesn’t want you back…?
pairing - mature!michael jackson x fem!reader
rating - explicit (18+)
word count - 1.7k
warnings - smut, age gap (reader is final year uni, 20-21), oral (reader receiving), p in v, praise, soft dom!michael, finishing inside
michael had been your professor since your first year of university, and you were very vocal to your friends about your attraction to him. of course, he had no idea; it would be completely inappropriate for him to know. you’d coasted through the past three years undetected by him, being a top grade student, always going above and beyond to earn his kind words and praise.
in the first few weeks of your third year, you’d been a little bit more forward. not so much in the sense that you’d flirt with him, but you’d make eye contact a little longer. you’d let your gaze drift down to his lips for a short second before looking back up to meet his eyes. after all, it was your final year, you had to make the most of the time you had left with him, right?
during a particularly long lecture, and with his strict rules of not talking whilst he was teaching, you wrote a note and slid it across the desk to your best friend.
“i need him bad.”
she read it, looking at you with a raised brow before leaning in and whispering,
“you’re fucked in the head. he’s like 30 years older than you.”
you snorted a laugh at her whisper and shrugged. that caught his attention in the room that was silent other than his voice. he approached where you sat, looking down at the scrap paper you had peeking out from under your hand. he crossed his arms, looking down at you.
“writing notes on the lecture, i hope?”
aw, shit. this could end bad. really, really bad.
“pass it over, y/n.”
you reluctantly put the scrap piece of paper in his palm, the few short seconds of skin to skin contact sending a tingle down your spine. he adjusted his glasses, reading what was written on the paper. his expression remained serious, as it did the majority of the time. when he spoke, you could’ve sworn there was a slight crack in his voice.
“my office. after class.”
with that, he walked back to the front of the class, tucking the paper into his pocket as he did so.
as the class ended and you packed away your belongings, you slung your bag over your shoulder and gave a look to your best friend. she looked back sympathetically, offering nothing but a whisper of good luck as you left. approaching his office with possibly the biggest deep breath you’ve ever taken, you knocked the door.
“come in.”
you opened the door with a slightly clammy hand, avoiding his eyes as you shut it behind you. he got up, walking to the door and locking it. the lock clicking shut felt like a weight pushing down on your already tight chest.
“mr. jackson, i—“
“sit.”
he cut you off, gesturing to the chair on the opposite side of his desk as he sat. you sat down, hands in your lap and eyes glued to the floor. he pulled the note out from his pocket, slowly sliding it across his desk with two fingers.
“this doesn’t seem like a note related to the lecture to me, y/n. tell me, who could you possibly ‘need so bad’?”
his voice was low, almost mocking as he spoke. you opened your mouth to speak, but nothing came out. the words were stuck in your throat and your cheeks heated up to an embarrassing pink.
“do you realise how inappropriate this is? saying such things about a faculty member? you’re my student.”
“i know, i’m sorry. i am so sorry. you have no idea how embarrassed i am about all of this, seriously, i just wish the ground could open up and swallow me whole. i understand if you don’t feel comfortable teaching me any—“
cut off again, but this time with a small…laugh? he was laughing right now? he got up, walking around to the side of the desk you sat on, and leaning up against it. his scent filled your nose, something dark and floral. you couldn’t even look him in the eyes, and he knew that, so he put a finger under your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.
“you realise i’m likely more than 30 years older than you, don’t you?”
you nod.
“and you’re my student.”
you nod, swallowing harshly.
he leant down, getting closer to your face with a slight smile as he looked at you over the rim of his glasses.
“i’ve always noticed how you looked at me, y/n. did you think i hadn’t? the way your gaze wanders as i speak…how lately you’ve become more brazen with it.”
you couldn’t speak, couldn’t utter a word with him so close, with him acknowledging your behaviours over the past few years. your cheeks were hot to the touch and visibly reddening by the second—your pupils blown wide as you held his gaze.
“do i make you nervous?”
“yes, sir.”
his breath hitched at the title, he smiled. in a flash, he pulled you up to your feet, his slender hands snaking around your waist, squeezing gently. you looked up at him, tilting your head. his one hand came up to cup your cheek, moving closer until his lips were mere centimetres away from yours.
“can i kiss you, y/n?”
you nodded, and as soon as he got that confirmation, his lips met yours. it was soft at first, slow and almost romantic. his tongue traced your bottom lip, asking for access which you gave. the kiss deepened, his tongue gently sliding into your mouth. he let out a low, almost inaudible groan, pulling your body against his. your hands moved up to his shoulders, one going to the bottom of his neck, pulling him closer into the kiss.
he turned you around, his hands on your waist helping you sit up on his desk, his legs between yours. he pressed himself against you, and you could feel his hardening length almost crying out for attention. the kiss quickly became heated, soft whimpers escaping your lips. he broke the kiss, trailing bites and gently kisses down your neck.
“can i touch you?”
he asked, breathlessly in your ear. you nodded quickly, desperately. he chuckled softly, remarking,
“someone’s a needy girl, aren’t they?”
you whined in protest, too far gone to even try and string a sentence together. his hands moved to your thighs, slowly making their way up… what a good day to wear a skirt. his fingers hooked into your panties, gently tugging at them. you lifted your hips up, allowing him to take them off as he got on his knees.
“sir—“
“quiet.”
you shut up, looking down at him. he pulled you closer to the edge of the desk, kissing your thighs as he looked at you, still wearing those damn glasses you loved so much. he got closer and closer to your core, his hand right at the edge of your thigh. he pushed your legs further apart, revealing your wet, needy cunt to him.
“wet already? i’ve barely even touched you,
y/n.”
you whined, mumbling that you can’t help it, which earned a soft chuckle from him. he went in, licking a painfully slow stripe up your core; you gasped, your grip on the desk tightening. his tongue circled your clit in slow circles, causing you to buck your hips towards him. that action caused him to speed up slightly, his movement more firm against you. then you felt two of his slender fingers enter you, slowly moving in and out as he used his tongue on you.
you couldn’t believe this was happening, something you’d fantasised about so many times was actually happening. soft moans and whines left your open mouth, one of your hands gently tugging at his hair. he picked up the speed once again, his fingers stroking a spot that caused you to almost see stars. you could feel yourself getting closer, and he could tell, not relenting on his actions.
“fuck—sir, i can’t—“
he kept going, pushing you closer and closer until you came undone over his tongue and fingers. even after you had finished, he kept going until you were pushing him away, panting. he looked up at you, your release covering his mouth and chin. he stood up, the tent in his pants glaringly obvious.
“you sound so beautiful when you’re coming.”
you blushed, looking away, but your attention kept drawing back to his cock straining against his trousers.
“see something you want, baby?”
he asked, smiling. he undid his belt, slowly undoing the button and zipper on his trousers. he pulled his cock out from his boxers, precum beading at his tip. you couldn’t look away, your eyes glued to the sight. after stroking it a few times, he gently pushed you back on the desk, so you were leaning on your elbows.
he moved to stand between your legs, rubbing his tip against your already sensitive clit, eliciting a soft moan from you.
“this okay?”
you nodded. god, you’d dreamt about this for so long. he smiled softly, guiding himself to your entrance and slowly pushing in. he groaned, his head tilting back as he fully pushed inside. he moved in slow strokes, letting you adjust to his size before speeding up. you moaned softly, looking at him as he gently fucked you. after you’d adjusted he picked up the pace, holding your legs up under your knees.
“taking me so well…you’re such a good girl.”
you nodded, moaning softly, trying to keep yourself at an appropriate volume. he smiled, speeding up once again. he was moaning, and it was the hottest thing you’d ever heard in your entire life. he bent your legs further, leaning down to kiss you as he relentlessly started pounding into you.
“you feel so fucking good, y/n.”
you nodded, your mind completely lost in pleasure. you held onto his shoulders, whining and moaning into the sloppy kisses he gave. his thrusts became erratic as he got closer, moving quicker and harder, his hand gently squeezing your neck.
with a low moan, he came inside of you, his thrusts slowing down, but not stopping. he kissed you softly, speaking,
“you did such a good job taking all of me, baby girl. i’m so proud of you…”
“thank you, sir.”
he smiled, peppering kisses all over your face until he was ready to pull out. after a minute or so, he slowly pulled out, groaning. he looked down, smiling at his release dripping out of you before helping you sit up and getting you cleaned up.
he picked your panties up off the floor, smiling as he tucked them into his pocket.
do you ever look at a man and think i need you in the most disgusting, vile, pathetic, animalistic, disturbing, vulgar and morally questionable way possible
arthur morgan and size kink,,,,, “yeahhh, look atcha, takin it so well” as he presses down on ur lower tummyzzzzvbzbgzhzhzh
lowhonour arthur morgan x sensitive reader
꒰ 𝝑𓏲 ꒱ mdni , nsfw ; p in v , sizekink , filthy talk , u call him mr morgan
“mhmph- arthhuurrr!- you're so- mhm!”
he felt like a dirty man, treating u like this. he came back to camp for a long 2 week trip and like the sweet girl u are, u missed him dearly:( being so observant, he noticed how fidgety u were and he knew exactly what that meant.
now, arthur was big, like really big, and he was on top of u, like he was shielding u away from the comforts of his tent, indulging u in the darkness that twists and turns inside of that sickening brain of his. u were just smaller than him! ur hands were smaller than his own callous hands and practically engulfed them up. he just needed u now.
gentle whines and whispers continue to leave ur throat, desperately grabbing at his biceps or at his big hands— just anything u can grab to try and ground urself from the overwhelming feeling that sits at ur lower abdomin, but nothing could manage with ur mean boyfriend snapping his hips into at such a pace that u couldn't barely think! u were enjoying every little moment of it, but u just couldn't-
“needta keep yer mouth shut, sugar... or do ya want me to shut fer ya?”
God, the way he spoke to u would always give u butterflies. u knew that u couldn't be too loud, especially in camp grounds. if that was his intentions or not, his voice was always so rough and gruff, and u absolutely loved it. especially when the two of u were getting intimate, like now.
u just couldn't help but whime and writhe under him, u were chasing ur high as he was chasing his own. he was sometimes selfish like that, u know?
“'m soorry, 'm sorry- jus' feels so good, mr morgan!” and the way his last name slipped from ur lips almost made a low grown leave his. it's like u always knew how to drive a man like him insane. u weren't even sure how he even fit in u, despite the huuge difference that u both shared although, he was gentle at first so that might've helped? oh god, he just knew what spot to hit just right.
this had to have been ur... third? fourth time u were filled with overwhelming pleasure? oh, u weren't even sure, couldn't even remember with how good he's making u feel. he was rough but rough u loved every little bit of.
“yeah... uh huh, look atcha, takin' it so well, sweet girl.. yer takin' me so well, huh?”
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