Adaryll !! (jermajesty’s wife)

18 || Tito 4lifer || he/him 🏳️‍⚧️

[rockurwurld]

warmth

warnings - softdom!janet, fem!reader, janet is an eater 😫

a/n - happy pride month guys!! i need 50 janet fics on my desk by tomorrow morning

it was a saturday night and you had just broken up with your boyfriend a few hours prior. you called janet to tell her the news and as soon as she heard you say those words she ran out of the door. before you knew it she was at your front door holding your favourite dessert. “tell me exactly what happened.” she said before walking in and making herself comfortable on your couch.

“honestly, i was already getting bored of him. i just needed an actual reason to break up with him without looking like the villain.” you say before you take another bite, sitting next to janet. “i knew something was up! lately you’ve barely talked about him, and when you did it was to complain about something he did.” you both start laughing before you begin to talk about all the things he did that would piss you off.

“and you know what? he never ate me out. not one time in the year we were together.” janet’s eyes widen as she turns to look at you. “never?” she says, in disbelief. you nod. “so you haven’t been ate out in over a year?” “yeah, i think i’ve forgotten what it feels like.”

you knew that janet had been with a few girls, and she had told you about how much she loved eating pussy. but you never expected to be the one she was eating out. that’s why it was such a shock when you found yourself laying down on the couch with your pants off. “you ready?” she says, looking up at you before pressing kisses to your inner thigh. you nod before swallowing down hard.

her hands gripped your thighs, keeping your legs spread as she swirled her tongue around your clit. a quiet moan escapes your lips, god you really had forgotten how good this felt. your fingers found their way to her hair, not pulling, but resting there. she continued working her mouth, licking a stripe up your slit before slipping a finger inside. “you taste so good, baby.”

“f-fuck, janet” you moan. “he never made you feel like this huh?” she says, the vibrations sending a shiver up your spine. she pushes another finger inside before curling them and hitting your sweet spot, earning another moan from you.

“‘m close jan” you whisper, your thighs threatening to close. “i know baby.” she says before continuing her movements, wanting to push you over the edge. when you finally cum, you whimper her name.

her chin rests on your stomach, your fingers playing with her hair. “that was.. fun. i’ve never done anything with a girl before.” you say. “i had fun too” she says before giggling softly.

“and now, it’s my turn.”

[mikesfavfish]

JUNO - michael jackson x fem reader

content/warnings: filthy filthy SMUT, female anatomy described, heavy dirty talk, fem and male oral recieving, unprotected sex, fluff, baby making <3

WC: 3.4K (oops, got carried away)

A/N: i need to see more michael smut fics with baby making PLS!

“How angry with me would you be if I wanted 18 kids with you, my love?” Michael would often tease, leaving you often laughing. 

Before you married, you knew he wanted children as soon as possible. If it weren’t for his mother, who was very traditional, he would’ve gotten you pregnant the second you two began dating. He loved every aspect of you, every feature and careful detail. He admired your intelligence and would always say your children would get it from you. 

You would blush at his words as he whispered promises into your ear every time he’d have you naked and moaning for him. They were promises, because he’d always ask if today was the day. You’d shake your head, pointing out that a baby just wasn’t in the picture for the two of you as of now. 

“Your tour starts soon, honey. I want you there with me during this pregnancy, not across the world somewhere while I’m craving something in the middle of the night alone with no one to help me.” You’d say, noticing the sadness build up in Michael’s face. You were right, he knew you were. The excitement of being a father got to him once more, and he’d pretend it wouldn’t bother him as he walked around the halls of arenas, smiling sadly at the fathers and mothers with their children. 

Then there was the time when his brother and his wife welcomed their child, and Michael’s heart was warm and filled with adoration. You cooed as you gently took the baby in your arms, pressing soft kisses on the top of the baby’s head. Your eyes welled up tears as you looked at Michael, smiling as his face lit up. 

“I can’t wait for us to have one.” You breathed, and Michael nodded in agreement. His heart was saddened by your unofficial hope. He wouldn’t ever pressure you to have one if you didn’t want one. He loved you without children, and his love for you would always be the biggest thing in the world for him. 

That was now months ago, and Michael had finished the busy season of the year. He was exhausted and wanted nothing more than to be at home and in your arms day and night. After some debate with his team and you, he decided to take a break from the public eye and rest. Truly rest. No music making, no writing, no filming, no interviews. It was a tough decision for him; he had been working constantly since childhood. This vacation would be unfamiliar to him, but he knew it was needed for the sake of his health. 

You took note of his initiation of choosing to rest and be with you, and you were stuck in your thoughts. As you did the laundry, you bit your lip. Michael would be home for more than a year. Technically, this would be the perfect time to be pregnant, and you’d navigate through postpartum together. With no interruptions whatsoever. 

You had this thought constantly running through your mind and weighed your options. You knew whatever happened, you’d love Michael regardless. And you were sure he’d love you so much. However, as you visited your friends and watched as their children ran around their yards and noticed the love and desire in their parents' eyes, you’d feel a pang of slight jealousy. You wanted that, too. And so you made your mind up. You counted your calendar dates, and coincidentally, you’d be ovulating at the same time Michael would come home. 

You went shopping for lingerie the week before Michael came home, and you smiled as you hid the sets deep in your closet, where you knew Michael wouldn’t sneakily look through. You took deep breaths constantly throughout the days, knowing that this decision was serious and would be a life-changing decision for both of you. But you were sure of it. You trusted Michael with your soul and knew he’d be the best father you could ever imagine. 

Days later, Michael came home. You helped him unpack his clothes, laughing as he’d distract you with kisses down your neck. You’d drop his shoes and sigh as he’d push you down over the dresser and slide his fingers in between your legs, pleasuring you with his touch and comforting words. Eventually, he was fully unpacked, and you could truly rest. He wanted nothing to do with his career and would roll his eyes when his team updated him on album sales or potential press opportunities. 

You were sitting at your kitchen island, admiring as Michael carefully cut vegetables on the board. “I missed this.” 

Michael looked up, taking a breath as he bit his lip and nodded. He brushed a curl out of his face and watched as your eyes followed his movement. “I missed you more than ever. Now that I’m home, I get to finally be yours. Your husband. The husband you truly deserve.” 

“Hey,” you stand, walking to him and wrapping your arms around his torso, leaning your head on his shoulder, “you’ve always been the husband I deserve. It’s just I get to have you for myself, now.” You softly laugh, pressing a kiss on his shoulder and stepping to his side. He smiles, finishes his task, and places the ingredients in a bowl. 

This domestic pattern brought your knees to a soft quiver, further enticing you to surprise him tonight. You knew he’d be delighted, and it brought you to a smile as you raked your eyes down his arms and to his hands. God, those hands. Those veiny hands that would never fail to bring you to a pleasure so good, you’d be shaking and in cries, begging for another finger to delicately please you more. 

“Baby,” Michael calls you, and you snap out of your trance. He looks at you, looking for any distress or worry, but instead finds a small smile and a hint of warmth in your cheeks as you nod your head. 

“Sorry, just thinking,” you hum, and he bites his lip and nods, turning back to the stove. He finishes his cooking, pondering what your mind could be thinking about. That was his favorite part about being yours, knowing that he could almost read your mind. He knew when you were upset, when something excited you, or when you needed alone time.  Right now, however, he couldn’t decipher exactly what you were thinking about. He noticed your eyes wander to his hands (he knew your obsession with them), so maybe you just wanted some loving time. 

He plates up your food first, serving some chicken with a side of mashed potatoes and greens, then places it in front of you and gives you a kiss on the top of your head. You hum, watching as he plates his next and comes to sit in front of you. You smile at him, shaking your head. “Thank you, my chef. This smells really good. I missed your cooking.” 

Michael laughs, grabbing your head and lacing your fingers with his. “I love being a house husband.” 

You laugh loudly, crossing your legs as you run your hands down your dress. You had changed into a blue dress that matched Michael’s blue fannel so perfectly. Fashion was his favorite detail about himself, and he loved it when you two matched. Below the dress was a beautiful lacy lingerie set with hints of milky white details running down the sides. You knew it wasn’t going to last long on your body, however. 

You begin eating, gossiping about your neighbors, when the conversation falls silent. You take this opportunity to set your spoon down and clear your throat. Michael notices and sets his too. “Yes, my love?” He says, and you laugh softly. 

“There’s something I want to talk to you about.” You whisper and grab Michael’s hand across from you. 

“Nothing bad, I promise.” You reassure him as his face becomes serious. 

You take a small breath and smile. “I’ve been thinking. You know… you’ll be home for over a year. We’ll be spending a lot of time together, just like the early days. And I was thinking, there’s no better way of doing that with a baby by our side. A baby made by us.” 

Michael freezes, and he swallows. He looks over your face, searching for any playfulness, but he finds nothing but love and genuine passion in your eyes and smile. “You want us to have a baby?” 

You nod, smiling. “I want one more than ever, Michael. I think, no, I know, we are ready.” 

Michael stands and pushes his chair away as he walks to you and picks you up, drinking away your yelp with a sharp yet passionate kiss. He runs his hands down your waist and to your ass, giving it a squeeze, taking the chance to run his tongue against yours. 

He pulls away, biting your lip as you breathe with love. “I love you. I love you. I love you.” You laugh and hold onto his muscle under his shirt, giving it a firm squeeze. He traces his hand across yours, muttering under his breath. “I will give you all my babies tonight, my love. All of them.” 

Your skin warms under his touch, and you feel yourself wetting by the second. You press a kiss against his cheek, sighing. “I’m ovulating; I start in 5 days.” 

Michael groans, untying your dress from the back, carefully taking it off your body, and kneeling to remove it from your feet. He stands, admiring you as you stand in your heels and set. He nods, biting his lip as he runs his hands over the white flower pattern. “Just for me, huh?” 

You nod. “A surprise.” 

Michael takes your hand and leads you upstairs and into your room. He closes the door with ease, keeping you in place as he walks around you, admiring the art in front of him. “You’re like my personal Mona Lisa. I get to admire you. Ravish you. All while being your husband.” He hasn’t even touched you, and your mind is foggy. You feel the sweat drip down your face as the air thickens with lust and promise. 

“Open.” He orders, and you feel the warmth of his fingers on the inside of your mouth. You suck for a little while, maintaining eye contact with him. He pops his fingers out of your mouth and teases them down your collarbone, and below your navel, where he starts teasing you. 

“Michael,” you whine, and he groans at the desperation in your voice. His sweet wife deserved to be filled, and so he took no time, pushing aside the lace and slowly shoved a finger inside your cunt. He pumps it slowly, skin prickling as you grab ahold of his wrist.

“I need another, please, husband.” He happily obeys, sticking another finger in. He uses his free hand to cup your face, dipping his tongue in your mouth, sucking gently as you desperately moan inside his mouth.

Your body begins to quiver, so Michael brings his hand down to your waist, gripping firmly yet safely as your back arches, and his fingers bring you to your climax. You moan without shame, not caring about how loud and strangled your voice is. Michael hums, bringing your finish inside his mouth, gently sucking as you watch. Your vision clouds, and you fall into his grip.

He brings your body to the bed, where he sits you down gently. He begins to run his soft fingers down your breast when you grab his hand, and bring it to the top of his pants. “Let me please you.” Michael protests at first, wanting this night to be just about your pleasure. You deserved it, his good, beautiful wife deserved the best loving tonight, but he knows better than to take away your wants and needs. He watches your hand unbuckle his pants, rubbing his clothed cock softly. 

“Take your time, sweetheart,” Michael whispers as you nod, bringing your hands to his underwear, pulling it down enough to have his cock in your hand. It was pulsing with need, desperate for some warmth. Your eyes flutter as you lean in and gently begin sucking the leaking tip. He throws his head back, gripping softly at your messy hair. 

Michael whines in need, missing the way your tongue traced over his cock. He missed you, your touch, your mouth. He missed the way you knew exactly what could bring him to his weakness. You hum at his whine, not missing how Michael’s cock pulses at your sound. You take your hands and begin softly pumping his twitching shaft. Your movements weren’t just occurring; they were filled with passionate and tender dedication. You wanted Michael to know how special it was to you that he felt good, and Michael understood this well. He looks down, admiring the way your tongue flicks against his tip once more, sucking gently before enveloping most of his length in your mouth. 

“Oh. Oh.” Michael gasps out, and you quicken your pace, gently gripping onto his length. Your mouth drools down on his cock, and you hum as his cum begins to leak into your mouth. Michael pushes your head up and down, the vibration sending tingles throughout his body as he hits the back of your throat. 

“I’m almost there, baby. Keep going, just like that.” He stutters and whimpers as your movements begin to quicken. Michael’s legs began to shake, and your mouth pops off as your palms quicken their pace up and down his length. You open your tongue out, taking in his spill as it hits your mouth. You swallow it with ease, smiling softly as Michael breathes out. 

“You got me crazy, girl.” Michael breathes out, recovering quickly from the convulsion. He lays you back on the bed, humming as he rakes his soft eyes down your body. He takes in the sight in front of him. He feels blessed to have you for him. He feels the luckiest man alive to be able to be yours and call you his wife. 

Michael presses gentle kisses down your body, sucking gently to leave marks for his eyes only, a constant reminder you’d look at in the mirror every day, reminding you of this special night. You began to squirm, but relaxed once his hand settled over your stomach. He gives you a look, a look that says “allow me to pleasure you,” and you nod, closing your eyes as his mouth begins to caress your pussy. His tongue sucks at your clit, lapping his tongue in a pattern so obsessive it brings you to tears. 

You began pleading, for what, you don’t know- you can’t even form a coherent thought right now. Your focus is on the sensation running through your body as Michael dips his tongue and fingers inside you, humming as the taste hits his tongue. He takes a look at your face, and his cock begins to shamelessly grind into the silk beneath him. The contact has him moaning, the vibrations running through your burning body. You feel the sensation build up inside, and you whine. 

“I’m going to cum.” You whine, and Michael hums, brutally keeping his rhythm as you come to your finish. Your legs spasm, and Michael sits up, holding onto them, admiring his work unraveling in front of him. 

“Come’re.” You mumble, and Michael kisses you feverishly, tasting Michael and your arousal. Michael bites his bottom lip as he pulls away, cooing at your whines. 

“I’m going to stuff you so full tonight, baby. I promise you, not a single drip will be wasted.” Michael promises gently against the breath of your parted lips, and you nod. He wanders his fingers down to the top of your breast, and bites it softly, purring against your skin. 

“I can’t wait for these to get even fuller.” He murmurs, flicking his tongue at your nipples. You tug at his hair, desperate to feel more pleasure. Michael aligns his cock with your entrance and kisses you as he slides in, careful not to let the pain last. He gives you soft praises as he stuffs you inch by inch, and soon, he’s in you, pumping in and out with luscious patterns. 

You whine against him, pleading for more. “Patience, darling. We’ll be at it for the entire week. You’ll have me for the rest of our lives, as much as you want me to fill you up.” Michael murmurs, and you cry out, gripping onto his shoulder as he begins to quicken his pace. 

You roll your eyes, the pleasure filling you so perfectly. He fit you so well; the space between the two of you was almost criminal. He licks your collarbone with care as you wrap your legs around his torso, gently putting pressure to deepen his cock in your womb. Your cunt consumes his cock so delicately, perfect even. 

Michael looks down, softly tracing over the bulge in your stomach as he pounds into you without mercy. He’s deep inside you, every vein tracing your walls. His cock is hungry for more, and so he wraps his arms around you, tugging you even closer to his body. Your sweat intertwines, and you lick below his ear, gently sucking at his cheek. “I love you so much.” You cry out, body shuddering as the pleasure intensifies below your abdomen. 

Michael hums, nodding as he thrusts into you. “Gonna fill you up with all my cum, gonna have you all swollen with our baby.” 

“Make me a mommy, please, please, please.” Your hips writhe as you let out a choked sob. The pleasure is too much, tears running down your face as Michael licks at your tears, hips stuttering as he begins to cum, slamming his cock once more before unraveling inside you, filling you so perfectly. You whine, reaching your climax at the same time. He softly thrusts inside you, ensuring every drop of his finish fills you, not wanting to waste a drop. 

You whine, the pleasure becoming overstimulating. You don’t want him to stop, so you bite his bottom lip, shockwaves gripping your body as you feel your second climax begin building inside you. 

“You’re going to be such a good mommy, won’t you, honey? Gonna take care of you, baby. Gonna massage you, love you, consume you whole.” Michael rasps as you nod and whine, tugging at your nipples before letting go once more, walls fluttering around his cock. 

Michael falls on top of you, panting as he so softly nips in between your breasts. 

“I meant it when I said no drop will be wasted,” Michael murmurs, gripping the cover over your sweaty bodies. He doesn’t care about the wetness surrounding the two of you, or the post-sex scent that begins to fill the air. He cares about how your body relaxes, muscles letting go as he presses kisses against you. 

“You did so good for me, honey. I’m proud of you.” He reassures, and you softly smile, eyes fluttering as sleep begins to take over you. Michael softly laughs, nipping against your skin before rest takes over his body as well. 

——————— 

SEVEN MONTHS LATER 

You smile, running your hands down your swollen belly. Michael’s sitting next to you, hand soothing your leg as he focuses on the cartoon on the television. You breathe, relaxing back into the softness of the couch. 

“You’ve blessed me with the gift of a lifetime and more. Thank you.” Michael leans to kiss you passionately. You hum, gripping onto his hoodie. 

“I love you.” 

Michael leans down, softly placing his hand below your belly. “You’re loved already, applehead. We can’t wait for your arrival.” 

You laugh, wiping away Michael’s tears as he kisses yours. Michael was already the best father he could be, and your baby wasn’t even born yet. You smiled, resting your head on his shoulder, watching the cartoon with him. You were ready to give him more, 17 if time allotted, and you reminisced on the night your baby-making process began. You were counting down the days when another night like that could happen. A night filled with passion, promises, and love. 

[miktae]

TAKE A SECOND TO LOOK QT THIS CUTIEEEERR🥹🥹🥹🥹🥹

[adyjackson]

The idea of jermajesty being toxic asf and a player. I NEEED ITTTTTTT.

[fawnchael]

michael jackson x f!reader smut ♥︎ w.c 2.6k

summary: you’re upset with michael for being away from you this past week. michael makes it up to you.

contains: established relationship, soft dom michael, reader is upset with michael, dirty talk, kissing, dry humping, oral f!receiving, orgasm denial, unprotected sex, missionary, creampie, michael uses the names 'sweet girl', 'girl', and 'baby'

after a tiresomely long week working on his new album, michael could sense you weren’t content with him. he’d notice when you would pull away from his kisses too soon, when you’d turn your back to him at bedtime, and when you’d roll your eyes at the mention of work.

“we found our track, baby”, he said, making conversation with you, or attempting to, as you fluffed a pillow on your shared bed. he was under the covers and leaning his back against the headboard, watching you complete your nightly routine. you only nodded at his words, with a tight-lipped smile. “it’s thriller. d’ya remember the one i played for you a couple weeks back?”, he asked with his head tilted. he was trying to catch your gaze— like a puppy seeking attention.

you sighed.

although you were upset with him, you never wanted to make his accomplishments feel small. he’d been through so much to get to this point after all, and you weren’t going to be the one to dampen that. so you smiled and replied, “i bet you’re real happy about it, mike”, before shuffling closer to kiss his temple.

michael looked up at you as you pulled away, but you avoided his eyes. you reluctantly pull yourself away, moving to your side of the bed.

michael is still staring at you.

“baby, come here”, he instructed, quieter than his earlier tone. you move closer to him, deciding to sit on your legs as you face him. the position you’re in makes the satin nightdress you’re wearing ride up your thighs, which you don’t notice, but michael does. he brings a hand to the delicate lace edges of your clothing, feeling it between his fingers. you watch his big hand rest on your thigh as he brings the other up to your face.

“missed this pretty face,” he mumbled, tenderly caressing your cheek while scanning your features. he looked at you as if you hung the stars, like it was his first time seeing your face. and it might as well have been— because you hadn’t let him recently. not with how pushed aside you’ve felt this week. not with the late nights, and how the date you were looking forward to was cancelled through a call from his secretary.

you close your eyes, pulling away from michael’s touch, “we should go to bed”, you whisper. you don’t want to see his face, because you know it’d easily compel you. “look at me,” he said, and you blinked your eyes open, looking down at the covers beneath the two of you. he didn’t like that. “no, baby. look at me,” he repeated, using his index finger and thumb under your chin to guide you to look at him, where his gaze reeled you in. you unknowingly held a pout on your lips from michael's gentle touch. you missed him so, so much.

“my girl. i know i’ve been busy this week,” he spoke gently. “i promise, i just need another week. i’ll be here more when the album’s done”, he looked to you hopefully.

instead, you rolled your eyes at him, huffing, “mike, you know that isn’t true. you’ll be busy for the next month with the album coming out, and i’ll have to wait for you then too”. you crossed your arms over your chest. michael’s eyebrows furrowed, and he put a hand on your arm, stroking the skin there.

“i know i’ve been gone recently, quite a bit—“ 

“quite a bit?” you interrupted. “this is the first time i’ve spoken to you in a week. we were meant to go out last night if you remember, michael".

“i know, i know i wasn’t here”, his face held a look of regret. “but baby, i can make it better if you let me” he said, inching closer to you. you took a deep breath, feeling his hand move up and down your thigh, waiting for your approval. you knew what he was asking.

“let me make it up to you. just say the word, sweet girl. ‘m right here”, and you wish you could say no. you wish that you didn’t want him right now, and that his touch wouldn’t make you feel better. that you could hold out and punish him just a little. but your body betrayed your mind before you could protest, head nodding once, so small that anyone else would miss it, but michael didn’t.

he took your green light and kissed your lips, pecking once. he then kissed your jaw, before moving down and leaving small kisses against your neck, his hand on the back of your head, unmoving to keep you exactly where he wants you. he hadn’t realised how much he needed you until he lay you down and felt your thigh brush against his crotch. he was aching already.

“baby, baby, i’ve missed you. missed my girl so much… missed everything,” he almost whimpered, while kissing down your neck, “thought about this every night. holding you, kissing you, loving you— i can’t be away from my baby any longer”. you bit your lip at his confession, feeling your wetness start to pool in your panties.

“show me, michael. wanna see how much you missed me”, you put a hand on his bicep. he nodded, kissing your stomach once, before pushing your dress up. just as you were about to pull your underwear down for him, he put a hand on yours. “nuh uh. i’m keepin’ ‘em on”, he stated, and you could feel your core tighten, “let michael do all the work”.

you nodded at his command, immediately withdrawing your hand and using your elbows to support yourself as you looked at him. you had always liked how he knew exactly what he wanted to do with you. like he’d been playing it out in his head for days.

michael removed his pants, and you spread your legs, waiting eagerly for his next move. you could see his print through the white boxers he wore, his palm feeling his length through the material. you could hear a shaky breath leave him, a dark spot of pre-come starting to taint his garments. he was a sight to see.

it started to feel like torture not having him near, so you reached your arm out for him, and he obliged, towering over you so that he could be closer. he used one arm to keep himself up, and the other continued its movement on his crotch.

“mike, let me feel you”, you almost whine at your boyfriend. he was all too slow for your liking, and you had to feel his touch now. you tugged him towards you, and michael craned his head down to kiss you slowly.

that’s when you felt it. his hard crotch against yours. you were sure you could’ve created electricity with the intensity of the feeling that travelled through your body, having not felt him for what seemed like eons. michael adjusted himself in his underwear so that you could feel him better, grinding his hips up once. you moaned, while he pulled back to watch your reaction, not blinking as if he was afraid to miss anything by closing his eyes for even a second.

“feel good, sweet girl?” he asked, and all you could do was nod your head. the sound of his voice, so worn out from grinding his clothed cock into you, was making you slip further into the feeling of him all over you. and he was— his hands, his lips, his warmth; all you could feel was michael. you’d long forgotten about your dispute.

michael couldn’t help but give in to the feeling, sensual grinds making both of you groan in pleasure. you felt so blissful that you unknowingly began to grind your hips up, forcing a surprised moan out of michael. his eyes shot open, down to your hips, before he used one of his big hands to hold you in place. he kissed you once and then shuffled back, sitting on his heels to inspect your clothed cunt.

his eyes were close to wild as he looked up at you, smiling, “you’re really turned on, aren’t you, baby? i can see it through the fabric”. you wanted to wipe the smug look off his face so desperately, but the idea left your mind when he used a thumb to feel your clothed clit. it was different to his cock, his thumb expertly pressing right where you needed it. it felt so good that your hips started to chase the pleasure, grinding up against his hand. but michael quickly shut that down before you could get carried away, and his hand went to splay against your lower stomach, giving you a knowing look. “‘m not gonna tell you twice”, he said, his voice strict.

you bit your lip, fighting everything in you to not just flip him over, remove the layers between you two, and ride him. it doesn’t help that he looks so beautiful the way he is now, skin glistening under the light of your lamp, cheeks flushed red, with loose curls falling to the front of his face. he looks best like this, you thought.

michael was on his stomach now, your crotch directly in front of his face. he was so close that you could feel the warmth of him against your inner thighs. it was almost embarrassing, despite him being in this position many a time, but you couldn’t close your legs to hide, even if you wanted to. michael had a firm grip on both of your thighs, spreading your legs apart as if you’re a meal he’s waiting to devour.

he licked his bottom lip and then kissed your clothed pussy once. your clitoris was throbbing beneath your underwear. he kissed it again, and again, until you started to squirm beneath him. you knew better than lifting your hips again for more friction. michael rewarded your patience by using his tongue to lick from the top of your nub, down to the bottom of your pussy.

it wasn’t long before he was licking and kissing you feverishly through your underwear, teasing himself by not pulling your underwear to the side and tasting you properly. each lick had you pushed further into the mattress, writhing in his hold. despite the barrier, you felt the heat rising quickly between your legs and the blood rushing to your crotch— but before you could cum, michael pulled away. the height of your orgasm fell just as quickly as it rose.

you groaned, at a loss for words from him taking your orgasm away. but before you could call out his name to complain, he was removing both of your undergarments, until the only thing separating the two of you was michael’s patience, which was wearing thin.

his cock was hard and leaking before you, and michael was throbbing and twitching at the sight of your glistening folds. you could tell he was so close to giving it to you. you just needed to push him over the edge.

and so, you mewled a “michael…”, and suddenly, he was lining his heavy cock against your pussy. with a lip tucked between his teeth, he pressed against your entrance, just to feel the wetness. he grunted, feeling your slick coat against his tip, you were so eager to feel that you were clenching, and he could feel it.

“don’t do that, girl,” he panted, “i won’t last”, and yet he felt you do it again. you breathed out a laugh, watching michael’s eyes flutter shut from the smallest touch of your pussy.

before you could clench a third time, michael started to push himself into you. you quickly held onto his arm, his cock filling you up just as your cunt pleaded with him to. he was big inside of you, and you were clamping down as if to pull him in further, while you both moaned in unison. michael subconsciously put one hand to your breast to massage it while he moved, giving you more with each thrust, until he fully bottomed out. he uttered your name, whining at the sensation of your wetness soaking his length.

michael was much stronger than you, and yet, when he was inside of you, he turned into jelly. as if all his brain was wired to do was please you. he kissed your lips, hungry, pushing his tongue into your mouth. you were both falling apart at each movement. the slow slide of his hips forced you to feel every ridge of his hard cock, which you were whimpering at. each thrust was an apology, and he was desperate to get you to forgive him.

“‘m sorry. sorry baby, i’m so sorry. shouldn’t have left you all week” he was choking over his words now, mumbling his apologies, “wanted you every day. wanted your pussy, wanted to be in it. ‘m sorry. d’ya feel good? please baby, tell me it’s good”. you could only nod at his confession, your hands tangled in his hair, trying to conjure up anything to say to him, but all that came out were chants of his name. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he adjusted his hips, sitting back to thrust upwards. he was massaging against the perfect spot inside of you, and you knew that when you felt his finger on your clit again, you weren’t going to last much longer.

“mike— michael, give it to me. need it”, you urged, reaching for his free hand. michael took your hand, placing a kiss on it so softly that you almost forgot the position the two of you were in. the loud sound of his length plunging into your wetness reminded you.

“where d’ya need it?” he asked, barely able to get the words out as your pussy convulsed around him. and when the words “inside of me” left your lips, michael couldn’t wait any longer. he kept going, the thumb on your nub relentless now, his cock ready to blow. he watched your eyebrows knit together, and as soon as he felt your pussy contracting, he started to fill you up immediately. he was mumbling apologies, holding himself deep inside of you, giving you all of his cum.

panting, michael pulled out of you, and you could feel the fluid leak down your skin. michael leaned back to take a good look at the mess he had just made, using two fingers to hold your pussy lips apart. his tongue came out to wet his bottom lip. “it’s still clenching”, he said, while his thumb gently felt your sensitive clit, causing your legs to jolt involuntarily. “sorry baby. wish you could see, it’s askin’ for me. d’you forgive me, sweet girl? will you let me taste you again?”

[adyjackson]

Good morning from the east coast. Second pic shows jermajesty with a cigar. Your welcome

https://www.instagram.com/p/Cu76tp4RiN3/?img_index=1&igsh=MThmZWJzdXF2bmU1ZA==

OH MY GOD. i didn’t know this existed but now im genuinely so much more in love with him omg. His hair. The way he holds the cigar. UGHHHH. ANON I LOVE YOU.

[applehead-archive]

should we breakup?

❛ michael jackson 𝑥 female !reader ❜ ....✉︎ in which you suggest to break up for the sake of his career. established reader x michael relationship. reader is insecure and easily manipulated/ childhood friends to lovers. joe jackson is the enemy. timeline wise: off the wall era (before thriller) ....✎ tw: mentions of manipulation. they fight here. cussing. angst. sad. fluff at the end actually

it's 1 am and the only thing that manages to drown out the painful confines of your thoughts is michael's soft humming.

you can hear him stringing senseless words together to the melody he just created. he'd throw an adlib here and there, but nothing you could clearly make out.

you're holed up in his bedroom room at hayvenhurst, his duvet wrapped around you to providing a false sense sort of comfort. it smells just like him.

michael's been sitting at his desk in the opposite end of the room. far away from his bed, you can see him scribbling on a notepad, tape recorder still going as he documents the initial draft of a song.

truth be told, this evening was hard for the both of you. for the first time since you've known him, you were confronted with the idea that maybe you would have to let michael go. his dream is unfolding right in front of him, and you fear that being with you holds him back.

in some sense of false responsibility, you brought this up with him during dinner. 

“michael, should we break up?”

he maybe thought you were joking at first, but it sounded too much like an admission of defeat rather than a funny question.

still chewing, he waited for you to continue with the rest of the sentence, hoping you'd provide a little bit of context, or drop some sick punchline. but your expression didn’t change, it stayed eerily still. he looked into your eyes for answers and was met with sadness.

he puts his fork down. you've officially ruined bolognese for him.

“did I do something wrong? did something happen?” confusion laces his voice.

“this relationship is dead weight for your career, michael.”

he couldn’t believe his ears. you sound just like his father.

michael is a very understanding person. he has never once raised his voice at you. ever. not in your 13 years of friendship, nor in your 2 years of courtship, and the months that you've started dating.

unkind words were exchanged while emotions ran high. and your venomous back and forth could surely be heard from any passerby. his siblings pretended not to see you two take your conversation up to his bedroom.

you can't even remember much of the argument anymore. bits and pieces come to you like jagged edges of a shattered mirror. and when it comes, it sticks, replaying in your head like endless mockery.

"you don't need me michael. i'm probably just a distraction to you" "what are you going on about? can you stop pretending like you can read my mind?" "i wouldn't have to resort to that if you just talked to me" "i do talk to you, baby, everyday" "not when it's about what counts. it hurts that you confide in others more than me" " y/n you're the one that doesn't want to be seen in public with me" "because it's bad for your career. joe already says i'm a bad influence, that i'm taking you away from them, that i'm putting evil thoughts in your brain, some nobody girl that -" "why are you listening to joe?" "oh for fuck's sake if that's what you got out of this conversation then you're clearly not hearing me!" "do you really have to cuss to prove a point?"

and that’s what led you here – physically in the same room, yet hearts still painfully distant. 

he's so incredibly protective over the life you two share, he couldn't believe you wanted to throw it away. he's confused you won't fight for this relationship. he's hurt that you could give up so easily without a conversation.

and lastly, he's mad at himself for making you feel like you weren't such an important person in life. indispensable. he's mad because his lack of showing you security made room for joe's manipulative words to bleed into your consciousness.

when you no longer hear michael's soft voice, you leave the duvet behind and tread lightly to his desk. he hears your footsteps, turning around just in time – face to face with each other, for the first time in hours.

"forgive me, baby" "i'm sorry, mike" you both say in unison.

he can't help the smile that creeps upon his lips, and he's hopeful as he takes your right hand and pulls you into his lap. you stumble over your other foot but land safely on him as he swivels the chair to face his desk again.

“how come you stopped humming?” you ask in a voice that sounds tinier than expected as you fidget with the collar of his shirt. michael looks at you, and that's when he notices that your nose has gone red from sniffling your tears away.

“i was just, umm..finishing something i wrote for you " he's completely distracted by the thought of you crying alone on his bed. "can you read this for me?" he holds out the paper for you to read, and you reluctantly start at the lyrics –

there will be no darkness tonight y/n, our love will shine put your trust in my heart & meet me in paradise y/n, you're every wonder in this world to me a treasure time won't steal away so listen to my heart lay your body close to me let me fill you with my dreams i can make you feel alright And, y/n, through the years gonna love you more each day so I promise you tonight that you will always be the lady in my life

this felt like an apology and a prayer rolled into one. a commitment that runs deep, proof that you anchor his very being. it's a plea to take his word as he says it – that you mean more to him than anything, and a reminder that your love is strong. it's a promise that the space in his heart will be dedicated to you for the rest of his life.

"oh it's so beautiful, michael"

"i never want to make my girl cry" he starts "i'm sorry i didn't say it enough. but you are the most important person in my life, and i don't wan- i can't lose you..please." begging, his voice cracks when he utters "breaking up was never an option for me, you know”

and reading this again, you feel so incredibly guilty. michael has always been a giver, a selfless lover. and while you were afraid that giving his time to you would be detrimental to his career, it’s not a decision you should make alone. 

“you're right. i'm sorry for bringing up. i hate the idea of ending us as much as you do” 

you place the pad of paper back on the desk before turning around to face him, cupping his cheeks gently. his eyes well with tears and he sniffles once or twice before he brings his thumb to your cheek, swiping at the tears that fell from your own. you didn't notice you were crying again.

"i don't know why i keep letting that old man get in my head" you sighed.

as you held each other close and stared into each others’ eyes, you saw the sweet and scared little boy from gary, indiana again. you see longing in his eyes, a longing to be comforted, secure, and loved. 

“can we just stay like this?” he says, almost pleading. his voice is so incredibly strained and soft, and if you weren't paying attention you think you would have missed it.

“we can stay like this however long you want.” 

“i meant, can we just stay as we are? i don't want things to change.” for someone that wrote a lyrical masterpiece in under an hour, he sounded as desperate as a little boy.

“i know what you meant, mikey. and yes, I won’t leave your side ever” 

you bring his face towards yours, so that your foreheads are resting against each other. your breathing steadies, and you feel the weight of your earlier conversations leave your chest. hands still cupped to his cheeks you take a good look at him again, and find yourself putting on a small smile. a genuine one. 

he kisses you softly, a firm hand holding you by the chin to keep drawing you in. you both feel that this is exactly where you’re meant to be.

him holding you tightly, the lady in his life.

૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ............✎ masterlist

author's note: joe jackson would have sooo meddled in his relationships

if this fic sounds a bit familiar, i took inspiration from my previous work at @haesunflower (main blog)

also hello tagging @istayuptoolateonthisapp15

[invincibledc]

roommate!jaafar x gn!black reader

(´ｰ｀) “have you ate yet?” “Yeah, chips!” “.. that’s not food.”

‘gn’ means gender neutral. I’ve gotten comments abt what it meant so ima just put it there.

Roommate!Jaafar masterlist

Honestly, you feel like the main character of some kinda romance novel. Like how the hell are you friends with Jaafar Jackson, even worse.

Roommates with that man.

Like … oh god. You’re some adult who doesn’t have a famous family of singers. You’re some adult who answered to his roommate advertisement and came into a world of being spoiled.

Which isn’t really bad because honestly at least you don’t have to mostly worry about paying rent since Jaafar just wanted to be friends and he’s got you.

Somebody off the street who’s antisocial and who has terrible mood swings along with being a night owl who eats random food in the middle of the night.

You know he can hear you too. His room is just across the condo you live in now.

But anyway, here you are eating some chips while watching your favorite TV series without a care in the world.

It’s a bit gloomy with some sun shining outside as the balcony window glistens with slight sunlight.

That’s when your phone rang, you glanced to see its jaafar.

Confused you answered it, “Hello?” Your voice called out, wondering what’s up only to hear a question you don’t wanna hear.

“Have you eaten?” His voice called out from the phone you held.

You froze, making a face that said ‘oh shit’ before calming down since he clearly called and not FaceTimed.

“Yeah of course I ate!” You said proudly, munching on your chips.

A beat of silence followed from Jaafar’s side, except for some crewmates talking.

“Are you… eating chips?”

You stayed quiet before answering him.

“No.” You said slowly before shoving more chips in your mouth.

“Chips aren’t food.”

“Yes they are, they’re food. Snacks equal food.”

“Chips aren’t healthy, y/n,” Jaafar said lastly before sighing, but you knew he was chuckling at your stubborn statement. “I’ll order you some takeout to the place, what do you want?”

“Oh! I want [fav. fast food]—”

“Too late already ordered something that’ll help you.”

You groaned annoyed, throwing your head back. “Lameee!!”

Jaafar chuckles, “It’s better than hearing your groan about your stomach issues in the morning.” He says as he hums when you kept quiet. “I’ll be home late.”

“I know.”

“Good.”

More silence as you blinked before sighing, “uh alright… bye, Jaafar.”

“Bye, y/n. Lo—“

You immediately hung up, looking away from your phone with a soft smile.

A new perk of being friends with Jaafar Jackson, is having a caring friend like him.

[invincibledc]

Roommate!jaafar x fem!reader

(≧∀≦) “hey jaafar did you bring back the— oh that is nawt da baby!”

Jermajesty mentioned, funny fluff, reader being a chud

“Jaafar, could you get me some snacks while you’re gone?” You asked, watching the man who’s your handsome roommate nod with a smile that reaches his eyes.

“Of course, I may bring someone back with me.” He replied, but you only heard the words “of course.” Cause you’ve been starving for some Takis and a Gatorade at least.

And here you are now on a mission of just relaxing with your stuffed animals on the bed.

You were lying in bed like usual on this common day of the week. Not caring about your snoppy pajama pants and your crop top that showed your slight pudge of stomach.

You soon heard a soft door click and sat up, turning the TV down before calling out.

“Hello!? Jaafar is that you?” You called out, getting up as you walked to the kitchen. Probably hoping it was him with your grocery order.

You see a guy with curly hair, and without thinking you call out to him.

“Jaafar, did you bring the—" you cut yourself off when it wasn’t Jaafar himself but someone that looked like him but.. different.

“Oh, that is not DA baby.” You blankly said, causing the guy to laugh while Jaafar came through the door with your order.

“Bro, I didn’t know you had a comedian for a roommate!” He says, looking at you who grabbed the grocery bag from Jaafar and ran away embarrassed.

“What?” Jaafar says confused as he looked at his brother and you.

“Sorry!!” You yelled before going to your room and closing the door.

“What happened?” Jaafar said, a little stern but still curious.

“She confused me with you, so we do look like twins!” Jermajesty joked, wrapping an arm around Jaafar.

Jaafar rolled his eyes before smacking his brother who fell dramatically from the slap.

roommate!jaafar masterlist

[invincibledc]

★彡and they were roommates.

ROOMMATE!JAAFAR X FEM!READER

roommate!jaafar mslist

Roommate! Jaafar who literally sees you go into the kitchen out of nowhere at the brink of 3 am eating cheese dip he had brought because he knew you had late night cravings.

Roommate!Jaafar who would accidentally realize you’re on your period and grab some cramp medicine and some pads to your liking. He just hopes you don’t find him creepy.

Roommate! Jaafar who brings you over to his family, knows Jermajesty would probably annoy you at first but seeing how you got along with his dad and such without you completely freaking out how he’s the son of Jermaine Jackson and nephew of Michael Jackson was refreshing.

Roommate!Jaafar who likes to buy you random things for your room for your bathroom on your side of the shared condo. He likes to see your smile when you like how thoughtful it was.

Roommate!Jaafar who DoorDash's your food whenever he’s been gone due to recording and rehearsals for the ‘Michael’ movie. A small text of “text me when you wake up okay?” Or a simple “leftovers from last night's dinner in the fridge”.

Roommate!Jaafar who personally initiated most of the conversations since you are quite antisocial. He know its weird how you are a lady and he’s a guy. Which makes it awkward at first but now everything is relaxing as he enjoys the comfort of the home you two have.

Roommate! Jaafar would love to own matching socks with you during cold seasons just to see you both watch random Christmas movies and see you both wearing Grinch socks.

Roommate!Jaafar who likes to hear what you yap about how things went at work and how some of your coworkers are assholes.

Roommate!Jaafar who likes to see you go out once in a while. But then feels lonely when you’ve been gone for at least an hour or so. He texts you if you’re coming home soon.

Roommate!Jaafar who will make you baths or showers whenever you come home tired from work or working out. He’ll even lay out some of your sleep clothes.

[douceurrrr]

TYPE SHYT

- you and jermajesty’s snapchat videos

- black!reader

warning(s): hints of smut, language, fluff

note: this was influenced by dem tiktoks of jermajesty’s old snapchats, he is tew foine.

1:

jermajesty is holding his phone up, getting you and him in the frame as he is driving you both to havenhurst for a family gathering. you were in the passenger seat looking down at your own phone, scrolling through instagram and text people back.

“company” by justin bieber was blasting as the wind from the rolled down windows was blowing into the speakers of the phone.

“baby.” jermajesty says, taking your attention off your phone and to his phone, which was recording the both of you. you quickly smiled, posing in duck lips before throwing up the middle finger.

jermajesty chuckled before ending the video and laying his phone down.

2:

you hit record on snapchat before chuckling quietly at jaafar, who had a cup of water in his hands.

jaafar looked into the camera, waving before putting his hand over his mouth, trying not to laugh so loud. both of you tiptoed into jermajesty’s room.

you were on your tippy toes, recording jaafar as he silently made his way over to jermajesty’s bedside. jermajesty was fast asleep, mouth open, showing his gap tooth.

he was laying on his back, with the cover bunched up on his chest. you zoomed the camera on his face, instantly lifting the collar of your shirt over your mouth and squeezing your eyes shut in a painfully, hushed laugh. jaafar fought to make eye contact, worried he’ll starting laughing.

once you opened your eyes again, jaafar had the cup of water inching towards jermajesty’s face, before turning his wrist and dumping all the water on his face.

you and jaafar let out a high cackle, bodies burning with laughter. you leaned the camera down to your boyfriend’s wet face as he started to wake up.

“da fuck?” he grunted at the sudden feeling off wetness, eyebrows clenching in confusion. his response fueled the laughter even more as jaafar was now on the ground clutching his stomach, body twitching in painful laughter.

you slapped your knee, trying to catch your breath. “ouuu my stomach.” jermajesty then looks at you, then the phone, then back at you. the annoyance that washed over his face was clear to see, once you were good with the footage you ended the video and sat it down on jermajesty’s bed before leaning down to cradle his head in apology.

“awe baby, we’re sorry.” you cooed, which was replaced with a laugh when jermajesty jerked his head from you hands.

“ya’ll play too much.” he turned around in the bed and went back to sleep.

you look at jaafar who was still on the floor. “come on, far. he mad.” you grabbed your phone and left jermajesty’s room with jaafar behind you still crying from laughing.

3:

jermajesty had his shirt off and some grey sweatpants, sitting down in a chair that was in his room while you got ready for bed. you were in the bathroom doing your skincare, putting your silk hair wrap over your slick back ponytail.

everything was complete, you had your silk moo moo on, your creams, serums, and lotions were applied but something was missing.

you looked down at the counter top to see if your bonnet was there and it wasn’t, which was weird. jermajesty watched you look for it, while recording himself with you in the background looking all over the bathroom for it, frantically.

“bae, have you seen my bonnet-“

you look up at a grinning jermajesty, wearing your bonnet on his head, recording himself with you in the background staring at him.

“boy give me my damn bonnet.” you laughed before stomping over to him and snatching the bonnet off his head. jermajesty looked offended, giving the camera a look before ending the video.

“steal my stuff again and see what I do to you.”

4:

you were at dinner with jermajesty, recording yourself and your outfit. you had on a black, bodycon dress with your curly hair out and face beat to the gods.

you threw a peace sign and duck lips before double tapping the screen, making it turn to jermajesty who was buried in his phone. he had on a black dress shirt with some slacks and his sunglasses were folded on the collar of his shirt.

“babe.” you called out.

jermajesty lifts his head, being met with your phone. he smiled before leaning into the camera.

“she gonna get fucked tonight.” he smirked and you gasped before ending the video immediately.

“why did you end the video?”

“you know why, big head.”

he stayed silent.

“nah cause why da fuck would you say that?”

5:

you were currently in bed with jermajesty in bed, acting freaky.

“i wanna taste you.” jermajesty mumbled, kissing your hot neck.

your head fell back as your nails combed through his hair. while he’s kissing your neck, for some reason you thought this was a good time to troll him and grab your phone from the nightstand. as jermajesty’s face was in your neck you swiped through your apps until you reached snapchat then started recording.

you angel the camera up to catch jermajesty in the frame.

he kept trailing kisses as he talked dirty to you.

“m’gonna ruin you.”

your lips curled up, smiling at the camera. “y’gonna what?”

there was a slight bit of amusement in your tone which made jermajesty lift his head from your neck and look at you with his brows clenched.

you giggled at his face and looked up at the phone. jermajesty then copied your movements and immediately noticed the phone. jermajesty kissed his teeth, slapping the phone out your hand.

“quick playin'”

you busted out laughing but the feeling of jermajesty’s hand slip through your panties shut you up.

6:

you were at a resort with jermajesty, in the mirror, checking yourself out in your blue, pucci bikini and tory burch sandals.

you were recording your reflection, hold a peace sign.

jermajesty comes out the bathroom in the background. he has blue swim trunks on that matches your bikini. he notices you recording and comes up behind your, slipping his hand on your waist and kissing your temple.

you blushed, ending the video before getting a slap on your ass and jermajesty grabbing your hand to head out the door.

7:

you and jermajesty’s chest was going at a rapid pace as you two just got done fucking back to back.

you felt sweat on your body and familiar ache between your legs as you grabbed your bonnet that slipped off your head and somehow landed at the bottom of the bed.

“that dick was fire.” you mumbled.

jermajesty grinned before grabbing his phone on his nightstand and clicking snapchat. he pressed record and pointed the phone at you.

“you said what, baby?”

you turn to him, looking at the camera. you covered your face in embarrassment and flopped on the bed.

jermajesty took his free hand and gripped your wrist. “nah baby, say what you just said.”

after a couple of tugs on your wrist you finally let up. you revealed your face and looked at the camera again, biting you lip.

“the dick was fire.”

“damn right.”

[cupcakerainbowsprinkle]

˚. ᵎᵎ cuddling

pairing : jaafar jackson x girlfriend!reader

-masterlist

His bonnet was throw to the side. You ran your fingers through his hair. His head was laying right on your chest, his arms around your waist, and his long legs around your hips

You both have been awake for a while, yet somehow gravitated to eachother without a word. You didn’t mind laying here with his head on your chest. You ran your fingers up and down his head, your fingers twirling his curls, slowly scratching down the nape of his neck.

“Baby, does this feel good?”

That was the first word spoken this morning. You wanted to make sure that the way your nails felt on his neck didn’t hurt, or scratch too hard. His response was minimal, shaking his head slowly.

When you looked down you saw Jaafars eyes closed, and his mouth slightly agape. You smiled softly, he looked so kissable. You glanced at the clock next to you that read 9:23.

“Honey, want me to make breakfast?”

You questioned, continuing the massaging motion on his head. He glanced up at you, his eyes very slightly wide.

“No, I’m comfortable. Don’t move.”

You smiled at his face, and tone. Glancing down you shrugged.

“Fine.”

You continued to massage his head. He rubbed small circles on the side of your hip, kissing your chest softly. Then you started hearing soft snores not to long after your small talk. Safe to say you both didn’t have breakfast until 12, or was that lunch?

a/n : yes guys so this drabble was MUCH longer than this. but tumblr deleted it and I basically gave up. I still wanted to publish something today so here you guys go.

✷ alyssas works xx 26

[cheremj]

WORTH IT MISTAKES. m.j

As Michael Jackson’s assistant, you learn pretty quickly he doesn’t respond very lightly to mistakes in your job performance. The way he punishes you, you can’t promise there won’t be any more in the near future.

contains: mature!michael, smut (minors dni), michael being mean, edging, teasing, fingering, fingers in mouth, you sucking his rings, forced orgasm requests are open :3

You didn’t know the definition of sleep anymore the second you were hired to work as Michael Jackson’s assistant. Being able to land a job where you can say to people that you work for one of the biggest, universally loved pop-stars known to man, the amount of pressure you put on yourself to have everything be perfect for Michael started to have you begin to slip.

With how busy Michael’s life is, and a image he couldn’t have it be teared, he told you from the very beginning how consequences would be placed for any hiccups in your tasks that most of the time, if not all the time, affected him.

And he wasn’t bluffing.

Your back was pressed up against his chest, trying your hardest to not piss him off from all the squirming you’re doing right on his lap. This wasn’t the first time that you found yourself like this, seated on his thigh with a large hand between your thighs, pulling the most humiliating noises you attempt to bite your tongue on.

Your pants weren’t even fully disregarded, only the button popped off with the zipper down to give Michael enough room to easily slide his hand in past your panties, palming your cunt with enough pressure to make you ache for more. Sharp pulse of arousal shoots through you, trying to shift your focus instead on the paperwork he’s going through in front of him to distract the way your body is screaming to move your hips forward, to chase what he’s refusing to give you.

A slow, steady drag forward of his fingers were applied, then dragged back up, just as devastatingly slow. The coolness of his rings don’t miss your clit, nudging by for a torturous split second. Your bottom lip is sore from your teeth digging in to suppress the whimpers, but then he does it again, another drag of his fingers, painfully slower than the last.

You make the tiniest bit of noise, and you swore you heard a breathy chuckle leave his nose, yet he doesn’t say anything and continue his work splayed across on the desk.

You want to say something, anything, but your brain is static, blank, useless. What could you even say? An apology that never works in your favor?

He doesn’t want to hear your sorries on mixing up two different interviews, having him miss one completely because your memory failed you and told him it wouldn’t be until next week. He doesn’t want to hear your sorries on how you missed making a mandatory call to help advance his upcoming show, having talks of venue and flight arrangements never discussed.

All he wants to hear is how your mind is spiraling from his faint touches, not giving what you’re fighting to ask for, breath coming in short, shallow bursts.

Then, your body instinctively shifts towards his hand. You don’t mean to do it, but he stops his movements entirely, feeling the vibration of his chest against your back when he speaks.

“Don’t.” He scolds close to your ear, the smallest graze of his lips against the shell of it that sends shivers down your spine.

You forced yourself to find your voice, tone shaking with need. “Please, Mr. Jackson, I’m terribly sorry for what happened this past week, I—“ You couldn’t properly finish your sentence, your mind beginning to get dizzy from the heat of his palm against your soaked cunt.

He barely spares you a glance, eyes never leaving the documents he’s working on, yet he still humors you. “Are you?”

“Yes! Yes, I am!” You said almost immediately, having him hear what he wants so he can start back up the strokes of his fingers that made the heat curl deep in your core.

“How sorry are you?”

You felt the very first push of his fingertip against your entrance, just enough to make your body react, muscles tightening in anticipation. Your anger clashes with the barely there pleasure you are receiving, how calmly he focuses on his work like he doesn’t have a trembling assistant on his lap, willing to do anything for a fraction more of his burning touch.

“So, so so sorry…!” Your voice is downright pathetic, but you couldn’t find yourself to care. The tip of his finger keeps easing in, then out, working you up to crave the fullness of his digits he keeps denying.

“So sorry that you’ll take whatever I give you, and won’t dare to whine about it?”

You didn’t know how long he would keep this up, his fingertip sinking in, tricking your walls into thinking he’ll go further each push, but he eases his fingertip back out each time. The thought of him continuing this, attention not even on the way you writhe and whimper, working at his desk like you’re not even there, it couldn’t have you lasting another minute.

And so, you do whine.

You shake your head, barely registering the words you manage to form after a ragged, uneven exhale. “No, no no no, I can’t, I—“

“No?” You hear him hum, voice rich and indulgent. For the first time in ten, agonizing long minutes, he at last has his eyes on you. Yet now, you can’t even bring yours to meet. You let a strand of hair cover half your face, hiding from the way his eyes challenge you to keep talking.

“You think you don’t deserve this? Is that it?” His tone is anything but kind, watching every breath you shudder. You don’t answer, you couldn’t, but you’re guilty for thinking exactly that. You tried your best, you tried being his good little assistant, but he runs a strict program that tests every ounce of your strength. Although at times it seems like Michael is purposefully trying to seek out flaws in your tasks that he normally never cared much about until now, scouting for opportunities to fall easy on his lap to have you be punished, to be turned into a babbling, hot mess with cries of forgiveness.

You feel his soft smirk etching into the next words he speak, pushing his chest more into your back to have you lean forward slightly. “Okay then, I’ll give you what you think you deserve.”

Your body reacted faster than your mind did, body clamping down instinctively at the begrudging push of two fingers in at once, deeper than he’s ever gone since this started. Your hands bunch up the fabric of his jeans, feeling the way your walls clench helplessly, involuntary.

Your mouth opens for a cry, but Michael was faster. He uses his other hand to shove his fingers past your lips, cold rings pressing down firmly on your tongue that chokes up your noises.

His fingers pump deep, quick, relentless. No room for slow, to adjust, only a devastating controlled pace. You feel the rings on those two digits drag along every sensitive inch, somehow adding onto the already overwhelming pleasure flowing through your body.

It’s too much. It happened all too fast for you. The way he’s working you open, to take what he’s giving you, to claim every inch inside. You given yourself enough breath to string out a breathless plea, tongue moving as best as it can under the pads of his fingers still pressed on top.

“Please, wait, oh!” Your muffled voice fails you at the end, moaning at the beautiful curl of his fingers, hitting the spot that brings you into another realm of sensation.

“You don’t want me to wait.” He says so surely, and you hate how he’s right. How well he so soon knows your body, aware of what each twitch and squirm means.

The thrusts get sharper, unrelenting, shifting his wrist to move deeper. Your body jerks at a perfect stroke he gives you, to which he repeats over and over again.

You feel the inevitable coming, the way your thighs clamp tighter around his hand a giveaway. He doesn’t let you slip away from it, fingers working faster, sharper.

After another harder drive of his fingers to that sweet spot, your orgasm crashes into you, dragging you into a helpless cry. He feels your cunt pulse around his fingers, every spasm, basking in your ruin.

A string of saliva follows his fingers as he pulls them out of your mouth, snapping as it finds a new spot on your hips. The fingers inside you start to slowly pull out, the emptiness hitting you hard as you mewl.

Michael tsk’s at his rings coated in your slick, bringing them to your mouth. “Clean them.” He simply tells, watching the way you don’t waste another second and open your mouth to invite his two digits in.

The taste of yourself hits your tongue, swirling every crevice of his fingers, outlining the ridges of his thick rings. You suck on them a bit, not missing the way his breath catches, shifting in his seat.

You feel a tap on your back, signaling to be done, pulling away to set his fingers free. “You are to be dismissed. Go home and get cleaned up, will you?” You aren’t given time to even firstly button back up your pants, his lap jerking up to have you off and on your feet.

As you grasp the doorknob to turn, you hear his voice one more time.

“I’ll see you tomorrow. Be good this time, hm?”

[cndybliss]

(18+, dangerous era) 𓈒 ݁ ݂ husband!michael who—after constant pestering—finally lets you give him a blowjob. he ultimately denied you doing such a thing since he felt like making love should primarily focus on the woman's pleasure rather than the man's. you had bothered him with the question ever since he began refusing your offers, ultimately getting all bratty and upset each time you were told no.

but he did not know what he was missing out on, until today that is. right in the middle of a steamy make-out session, you finally gained the courage to ask the repeated question. and to your surprise, he agreed. only because you got all needy and whiny for him, of course.

oh, and yes, to answer your question—yes he did realize what he was missing out on this entire time. his toes curling as your pretty hands wrapped around his cock, your mouth engulfing his length so tenderly. he really enjoyed your gaze, your eyes big & watery as you looked through your lashes up at him.

his big hands reaching down just to hold your hair up, as it had gotten in your face a few times prior. his eyes squeezed shut, but only for a short second. he didn't want to miss a single moment of this heavenly view he had sprawled in front of him. everytime you would accidentally gag yourself on him, he would feel a lump in his throat, wanting to put an end to this so you didn't hurt yourself trying to please him. but, he knew how much this meant to you. he knew how many nights you spent hinting, well, begging for this to happen.

you popped up a few times to smile at your husband, stroking his cock slowly as you prepped yourself for some more mouth action. michael's delicate grip stayed on your hair, your husband still trying to find ways to make the whole experience enjoyable for you as well.

he wanted to deny his pleasure, since it felt so wrong and selfish... but holy hell it was difficult. the way you were working him with your mouth alone sent him soaring in the sky, his tiny groans escaping as proof.

he threw his head back onto the silky pillow that lay underneath his head, biting his bottom lip as he tightened his grip on your hair. again, it didn't last long at all—his head looking down again swiftly to watch you suck him dry.

"mmh—you've got a pretty naughty mouth for such a gorgeous girl... god. what am i gonna do with you?" he chuckled.

hii! i CANNOT get dangerous era mikey out of my head so enjoy this little thought i had for a little husband and wife action lmao,, enjoying this a lil too much 👀

[fusebl0wn]

[glossiercheek]

michael makes you squirt all over his aviators . ₁₈+

lately, michael has been on your ass to stay hydrated. whether it’s pouring tiny little sips of water in your mouth whenever you're too focused on something else or filling up your water bottle when you need it.

mumbling “drink up, baby,” as he hands you another glass of water, and praising you with a cheeky little “good job, baby.” as you down your water in one go.

you realise now, that all that constant water drinking was for one reason and one reason only.

“stay still for me, baby,” michael whispers as he kisses all the way up your thrashing, bare legs. “open those pretty legs.” he orders softly, tapping the side of your thigh.

you don’t know how he feels. he’s in a simple white tee and jeans, his telling eyes are hidden behind his sunglasses, low and sleepy, but to you it’s a mystery.

you open your legs as wide you can, the sticky sounds of your untouched folds opening up for your boyfriend.

“oh, that’s what i like,” michael murmurs to himself, all self-assured and confident, one hand planted on your abdomen, experimentally pushing down. “all slimey and sticky f’me.”

the pressure in your stomach is tight and suffocating, and your entrance automatically opens up as if calling out for help, the shy trickle of slick escaping you unapologetically.

“don’t tease, mike,” you whimper toward the white ceiling.

“‘m not teasin’.” michael says, pressing fluttery, chaste kisses across the sticky insides of your thighs. the cool metal of his aviators pokes into your skin. “just taking my time, honey.”

“wanna take a look at that,” michael continues, two fingers peeling open your folds. the black lenses of his glasses focused on your welcoming, already dripping hole. “wouldn’t wanna miss that pretty sight for the world.”

you feel drool drip down your ass when michael finally closes his mouth around your pulsing little button. “you’re leaking all over,” he chuckles, as if your squirmy sounds are some kind of joke to him. “so fucking disgusting, baby. got myself such a disgusting, sensitive girl.”

sweat pools all over your stomach, the little dips of your collarbones, the insides of your thighs. and michael laps it all up, tongue swirling over your moist pussy lips, your wet entrance. humming and moaning in approval as you spurt out your sticky substance, leaving his lips shiny.

one free hand stays on your lower stomach, occasionally pushing down. it feels like there’s a big bubble in your stomach that’s about to pop as he increases the pressure of his hand.

your hand clasps around his on your abdomen, whining “it’s sloshing all inside, mike,” voice pitchy and pathetic.

“‘s funny,” michael muses softly, laughing to himself. “when i push down, your pussy...” he pushes down on your stomach, and then you feel it, your entrance gapes open, sweet, balmy cream spilling out.

then, he keeps on attacking your squelching hole with his tongue, fingers rubbing up and down your plush legs, fingers scraping over your knees.

“mike— ah, pl— fuck, go deeper,” you don’t even know what you’re saying, michael eating you out into oblivion. continually babbling out how good to you he is, how you need more, how you feel kind of funny down there.

“michael, i’m gonna—” you moan, feeling the powerful flick of his tongue rolling over your clit. you’re seeing stars, but there’s a light, floaty pressure within. “i’m so— nghh— feelin’ so full.”

“don’t worry about it, pretty,” michael instructs, the dark lenses of his aviators covered in condensation, tiny little drops scattered over the glasses. “feels like you’re dripping all over— but you’re doing s’good.”

your hole sounds empty, filled, empty, filled again, as he continues to tongue fuck you, pressing a kiss to your twitching little hole as he pushes down on your stomach for what feels like the umpteenth time.

you hold your breath for a moment. only the obscene sounds of his tongue prodding into your spongey entrance to coax out your climax. “i know you’re feelin’ it, baby. show me you’re feelin’—”

you can’t take it anymore. the pressure inside you unleashes without warning.

you shatter with a high-pitched moan, white essence shooting out of your hole like a fountain. your legs shake, and you keep gasping for extra air. it’s a lot, it’s sticky, and it’s everywhere.

“that’s a good girl,” michael whispers, completely in awe as he continues to fuck you through it as you empty your flooded channel onto his pretty face, pussy convulsing and spritzing cum all over him.

“that was a big one, huh, pretty? did good f’me,” he murmurs, examining how your pussy bubbles out the last oozes of white. he brings his face up to yours. “made y’squirt, you know that, baby?” michael tells you, full of pride.

little slabs of cum stick to michael’s lips, his cheeks, it’s in his hair, dripping down his jaw, the tip of his nose. and most importantly, it’s splattered all over his infamous aviators.

“maybe y’can lick me clean, baby.” he proposes, but you know it’s actually an order. especially when he looks all edible and authorative with those aviators on.

and you do. you end up straddling michael’s lap, bare cunt spread open across his thigh, cradling his face in your hands as you lick your boyfriend clean like your cum is sweet vanilla ice cream on a hot summer day.

you taste your own essence, shy kitten licks over the cool glass of his aviators, leaving a disgustingly slimey trail behind. “you enjoyin’ it, baby?” he asks, looking at how you lap him up like a lollipop, all blissed out.

you hum. “taste it.”

your tongue slides over his soft lips, as michael sneakily sucks on your tongue because he can’t resist to taste your white sauce again. you follow with long languid licks over the expanse of his cheeks, tongue rotating over the faint stubbles of his beard.

all the while michael rolls your hips down his jean-clad thigh, your pathetically wet, creamy sounds filling his ears all over again. eventually you come again from just rubbing against his thigh, transparent liquid lazily sliding out of your tiny, abused, opened hole, leaving a balmy filter behind over your puckered little entrance. the muscle reddens from exhaustion, the buttery cum oozing out of you slightly stinging as it spreads aaalll over the denim of his jeans and on the duvet like an open faucet.

you come with a small, relieved sigh, all breathy and dreamy-sounding while your tongue is trapped between michael’s lips as he sucks at you, your boobs pushing up against his chest every time you push your cunt to the tent in his jeans again. you can’t even warm him; you’re not able to do anything but just let it happen.

[iihrt-kayy]

jermajesty post a pic and shakes the whole tl im weak 😭😭😫😫