| Puppy Boy
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masterlist | subby!Michael Jackson x fem!Reader
| Word Count: 1.1k
| CW: 18+ explicit material, pet play but not rlly (no dress up or role playing), crying (Michael), subby subby Michael, handjob, oral (f receiving), patronizing, nervy Michael, sexual deprivation, leg humping if you squint
any era Michael, no/minimal reader or Michael physical description
| Summary: Michael has been deprived of his rightful place between your legs for a week now, and you’ve cruelly promised it to him just to keep him waiting.
︎DISCLAIMER: This fanfiction depicts a real person and a sexual scenario. Nothing included in this story is implied to be accurate. This is a purely creative work and is not meant to offend, or make anyone uncomfortable.
-> Michael is VERY submissive, please be aware before reading!
“Babyyyyy!” Michael whines, his big hands grabbing at your body. “I haven’t eaten in a week!!”
His cute pout that accompanies his protest is enough to make you swoon, but you like seeing him be so desperate.
“No, sweetheart,” you shake your head, laughing down at him and petting his soft hair as he clings to your thigh. “Why’re you so needy today, huh? I let you play with my boobs this morning, you needy thing.”
He hits his head on your leg, petulant and tortured.
“I know— I know you did, but… but, baby…” his huge eyes start watering as they stare up at you. “You promised me I could kiss you there if I didn’t whine all week! I did it, I did a good job! You said that I did!”
Fat tears roll down his flushed cheeks, his hips trying to rub his painful erection on your shin. You’ve left him aching for so long now, taking your time to really enjoy his anticipation becoming pathetic, deprived need.
His jaw is quivering under your touch as you cup it, swiping your thumb over his wet cheek bone. His whole body is tense or trembling or jerking with the silent sobs and delayed gratification that’s never seeming to come.
“Poor baby…” you frown sympathetically down at him.
He makes an almost animalistic sound, and you realize that he’s acting like a puppy right now. His eyes are so big and beggy, his lower body bucking at your leg, the whining…
“Oh god,” you whisper to yourself.
“W—what is it?” He asks, voice shaky and thin, obviously taking everything out of him.
“You’re a puppy.” You state, not explaining— not even when his wide eyes of shock turn into a quivering bottom lip and more tears.
His large hands come up to cover his face, embarrassment burning through his entire body.
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” he whimpers, thinking he’s disgusted you with how needy he’s been. “I just— I can’t help it. It hurts, mama…”
“Shhh, no, puppy,” you tug his hand-mask from his face, needing to see how much praise he’s going to need to dial all of this back. “It’s okay. I’m not mad.”
Warm lips press to the top of his head and then his temple, a gesture that always physically calms him.
He’s still shivering, but at least he’s nuzzling into your leg a bit now. The look in his eyes tells you he feels a bit more stable with the reassurance, that the love is starting to seep back in.
“…you really wanna eat, puppy?” You ask, holding his chin.
He nods excitedly, eyes getting bigger.
“Yes! Oh, please, I need to. So bad.”
You ruffle his hair, finally giving him a little nod of permission.
Denim hits the floor with a hollow, muted thump and he’s already licking at your panties.
“Calm down,” you chastise him gently. “Take them off, pretty boy.”
He nods obediently and removes them, sliding them into the pocket of his pants discreetly. Your slick is under his tongue almost immediately and he’s pushing you onto the bed.
Legs spread by needy hands, he sucks and licks and kisses at your sweet cunt, whimpering and moaning happily at finally being able to have his mouth where it really belongs.
“That’s a good boy…” you coo at him, patronizing him because the wait wasn’t enough.
The expected reaction was that he would pout, but he actually seems to enjoy it, nudging his nose against your clit.
“Doing so good for me, aren’t you, pup?” He shivers at your continued praise and new pet name.
Pet names from you drive him wild, and suddenly he’s not just using his mouth to play with your yummy cunny, but trying desperately to get you to your peak.
He’s deeply satisfied when you’re the one suddenly whimpering and pushing him away by his shoulders. He laughs. Not cruelly, but happily.
“You’re so pretty from down there,” he states, hands digging into your hips and massaging them absentmindedly.
“Happy to please my sweetheart. Always.” You smile, bringing a loving kiss to his forehead. “Do you want me to play with you now?
His face breaks into a grin, excitement flooding his features.
“Yes, please!” He scrambles with his belt to get this achy thing out of his pants. “It’s really starting to hurt; please, go fast.”
“I’ve made you wait long enough,” you say, taking his cock in your hand. “I’m gonna let you come as fast as you need to, okay?”
He pulls you into a grateful hug as his needy hips buck up into your dry fist. You know it hurts; he’s whimpering in both pain and long awaited pleasure.
The nightstand squeaks when you pull out the drawer, grabbing the lube. You squirt some into your free hand and bring it down to his cock with the other one, revelling in the sweet sound he makes when he realizes this doesn’t have to be painful anymore.
His arms are still wrapped around you, and it makes the position odd, but he’s been too much of a good boy to make him move.
“Atta’ boy…” you coo lovingly, twisting your hands around his cock to make him whine in overstimulation. “Thought you had to come really bad? Where is it, baby? c’mon, hurry up. You can do it.”
Your voice is making his head swim, his thoughts turning into alphabet soup as he feels his orgasm finally, finally approaching.
“M’trying…” he whimpers pathetically, his cock twitching in your hands. “M’there, oh, please—…”
A laugh bubbles low in your chest as his babbling, his body and mind both clearly struggling.
The come lands on your breasts and under his jaw, the position allowing for an uncomfortable placing for his semen. You make a slightly disgusted sound as you realize some even got in your hair, but that’s overshadowed by Michael’s panting, his body slightly slumped against yours.
“Michael? Puppy?” You ask in a soft-spoken voice. “Are you okay?”
He’s silent for a moment before he nods into your shoulder.
“M’okay…” he mumbles, meekly pushing your fidgeting hands away from his soft, over sensitive cock. “…thank you.”
The whisper of thanks makes you smile, the kind of smile that comes from deep, internal happiness.
“It’s no problem, baby,” you sigh, kissing his flushed and slightly damp head. “You deserved it.”
He nuzzles into you, furthering your proof of his puppy-esc mannerisms. You laugh.
“Why’re you laughing?” He looks up at you, voice still meek.
“You’re just really cute, that’s all.”
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A/N: this is probably kinkier than anything I’ve ever posted but I was thinking abt it and what the hell it’s pretty hot. lmk if this is too much or if you guys want more
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