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[prettyangeliczz]

another reason why i love 2000 watts is how assertive/aggressive michael’s voice sounds. like he knows he can give you that pleasure you’ve been begging for, especially from other people. that type of sex that’s so sweaty and makes you feel shameful the next morning, but has you thinking about it for the rest of the week, hell, the rest of the month, onto the next. he’ll refill the fuel you’re burning, cause your moans fuel him up, too.

then i can’t even imagine how sexy it would be to see him perform it, something similar to ‘dirty diana’ performance for this is it. i’m hungry. like, imagine the way he would thrust his hips the same way he does for ‘the way you make me feel.’ then the sweat on his head and him singing the song even more passionately. orrr doing that one move he did for ‘another part of me,’ you know the one.

[cermoore]

hi! recently I've been yearning sooo bad for a sub!mature era michael, but i barely see any, people forget he still was shy and cute in this era... soo i was thinking... maybe one where matura era michael is feeling kinda self conscious about his body, or just his image in general, since he's getting older and stuff, and reader tries showing him just how perfect he still is by taming him and making him squirm and cry under her. (it would be nice if he was reaaally shy and easily embarrassed in this one, having a hard time letting reader look at him and touch him ♡)

Just Perfect…

✧ a/n: girly i’ve been having the same thought!!!! and just for us two minds think alike, I try to make this one extra special ㅤ♡

✧ contains: smut, angst, sub!michael, begging, whining, comforting, comfort sex, creampie (oop-)

✧ wc: 1,8k // masterlist

The year was 2003, Michael had just celebrated his 45th birthday. After the phenomenal party he had with his fans — with you happily witnessing from afar, letting Michael have his fun, it was time to return home. The two of you sat in the backseat of the car, you were absolutely exhausted, taking a sigh as you relaxed yourself — being glad you two were now alone. 

Turning your head towards Michael, he was staring through the dark window — still wearing his shades. You lay your hand on top of his, grabbing his attention towards you “happy birthday baby…” you smiled, Michael squeezing your hand tightly, without a word he smiled — giving your hand a soft kiss, then turning his head towards the window gazing nothing but pitch black again.

You didn’t think much of it, assuming he must’ve been exhausted himself. As you arrive home safely, excited to get a good night's rest, you enter your bedroom sitting down at your vanity — taking off your jewelleries. You then notice Michael just entering the bedroom, with the first thing he does is stare at his own reflection through the full size mirror, you didn’t give it a second thought — but after giving another quick glance, he was really giving himself a good look.

He stared deeply into his face, then down to his figure, letting out a disappointing sigh — looking the same as he would hearing an off-key beat or an uncoordinated dance move. “Is everything alright…?” you questioned, he turned his head smiling — rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah… everything's alright, it’s just…” he trailed off, you raised an eyebrow “just… what?” 

“I’ts been a while since I saw myself and… I forget how much I've changed that’s all” Michael laughed it off, treating it as a joke. You stood up, walking towards him — started unbuckling his thick belt “well of course… you’ve grown so much baby… especially now that your forty five”  you looked at his face, Michael scoffs "don't remind me…” he turns his head to the mirror once again.

“Why not? It’s true" you said sincerely, taking off his belt and tossing it to the side. “I know but… everyday i look at myself i find more things to dislike” Michael exhaled, turning his body towards the mirror again, you stand behind him staring at the reflection of both of you “don’t Michael, you look good” you reassured over his shoulder “you look really good…” you repeated the words slightly quieter — only this time it sounded more genuine and sincere.

Michael sighed heavily, swallowing his breath — shaking his head slightly “I don’t look good…” he muttered under his breath. You weren’t having it, you couldn’t just stand there letting your husband belittle himself like this — you exhaled, then pressing your soft lips on the back of his neck. 

You carefully spun him around, making him face you. Cupping his face with both of your hands — you stare deeply into his eyes, his long lashes flutter “never say that again, alright.” you murmured without breaking eye contact. You leaned forward, kissing his lips ever so delicately — having all the time in the world.

You guided Michael to the bed, carefully pushing him to the mattress. Without breaking the kiss, you startled him — your hands rested on his wide chest, you finally parted, sitting up slightly arching your back — you stared at your husband beneath you “you’ve never looked better…” you stated.

Michael smiled, purposely avoiding your gaze, his fingers ran through his hair “but you’ve got to admit I looked a lot better and slimmer back then” he excused. You chewed on your bottom lip “hmm, you were cute… and very, engaging” your finger dragged over his bottom lip at the last line, “but now… you’re more sexier than ever”  you smiled biting your lip. Michael threw his head back with a defeated laugh, slapping his palm to his face.

“No…” Michael joked

“No? Why?” you asked smiling back

“Just, no! You’re only saying that” “Hmm, but it’s true — I've never been so turned on seeing you like this” you explained, while your hips started to buck back and forth.

“N-no… mm — baby what are you…” Michael’s attempt at protest was cut shortly as he felt your hips rocking against his bulge. “Baby… aren’t you tired? Lets just go to bed” Michael suggested, “no. Not until you said to yourself that you are healthy, beautiful and that you're perfect” you announce. 

You then unzipped his pants, lowering it with his boxers. Once that's done you unbuttoned his white shirt, revealing his bare chest — as Michael was being stripped by you, as soon as his chest was out open, his face turned completely red, he sighed covering his face with his two hands. 

Michael felt a wave of embarrassment washing over him, the thought of you seeing him so overly exposed not just physically but emotionally as well, he just couldn’t bear it.  You slowly moved his hands that were covering his flushed face, he didn’t fight it, but you could feel he didn’t want you seeing him like this.

You noticed his eyes were glassy. He was on the verge of tears. “You’re beautiful Michael… you’ve always been. Do you understand? It’s important for me that you do…” you comforted him. After finally removing the last article of clothing — as well as your own, you sat there naked, on top of him — he was in the palm of your hand, still thinking these awful thoughts about himself, and you were about to show him just how wrong he was.

You wrapped your hand around his thick length — started pumping at a slow agonizing pace. Michael let out a high pitch moan, he stiffened quickly — he was so eager he occasionally thrusted his hips up to the palm of your hand, he was begging for more.  

“You like that baby?” you asked, Michael’s head pointing forward, watching you as you stroke his cock amazingly “yes… so so much…” he breathed, your hand repeating a rhythmic pace, twisting up and down — squeezing hard, your thumb playing with his tip, playfully sliding into the slit.

Michael widened his mouth letting out a satisfied sigh, his hips twitch — reacting to your every move, he threw his head back, eyes fluttering shut.  “ …just like that baby — yeah…” he murmured, you soon pumped faster and faster, repeating the same pattern with more speed, his precum already leaking.

“ …Ah-! Mmh–faster…! Please”  he was a mess, absolutely helpless to your touch, “say it… say it first” you ordered, Michael not understanding at first, his brows furrowed “say, that you're healthy, beautiful and perfect” you quickly remind him. Michael couldn’t believe you were actually making him do this, he was in disbelief, only focusing on the pleasure you were giving him.

Disappointed he wasn't doing what he’s told — your hand deliberately stopped, his face shifted immediately “b-baby why’d you stop–please, please keep going… it was so good” Michael pleaded the minute you stop. “I want to hear you say it Michael” you command “if you don't, i’ll let go of my hand. I’ll put on my clothes and go to bed —  just like you suggest.” Michael’s eyes flickered nervously “no you wouldn’t…” he dared.

You raised an eyebrow, your hand that was wrapped around him slowly slipping away bit by bit “...no — baby wait–!” Michael begged, he was at your mercy. “I-i’m healthy, beautiful and perfect” he said anxiously, you weren’t convinced “say it like you mean it.” you ordered, Michael threw his head back with a sigh, his eyes shut tight — trying to focus.

“ …I’m healthy, beautiful and I'm perfect” he said to himself, this time you could hear he was more genuine and serious “better” you commented, before he could process anything else, you immediately directed his member to your entrance — sliding the tip through your wet slick folds.

Once you reach the end, letting yourself sit on top of him with his cock inside you, Michael screamed “ah–! Oh baby…” you started to bounce on his length up and down, your mouth gaping open at the maximum pleasure “Michael!... say it again–!” you shouted.

The overwhelming pleasure was hitting Michael like the rough current waves, as you requested him again, he couldn't resist feeling extremely shy, he winced as a reaction, you were struggling to breathe — but you managed to stare at him deeply “don’t make me ask again baby” you demand.

After previously, Michael knew you weren’t kidding around, so he tried his absolute best collecting his breath to even get a sentence out as you rode him. “I’m h-healthy, beau–beautiful… and p-perf–ect” his trembled “say it properly, louder.” you demand again, Michael felt like you were sucking the blood out of him, he squirms — taking a sharp breath before doing a second try.

“ …I’m healthy…I’m beautiful …and I’m perfect!” he yelled loudly, “yes you are–!” you yelled back as his cock hit your spot — resulting you thrusting faster and faster, feeling your orgasm coming near, while you were feeling like you were in heaven — you took a quick glance at Michael to find tears forming at the corner of his eyes, they slowly ran through his face, ending up a small mark on the bedsheets, he was indeed crying beneath you  “ …oh mama…ah–!” Michael moaned arching his back bucking his hips up, he formed more tears with every powerful thrust,

You leaned down to give him a long deep kiss that lasted a minute or two, not stopping the thrusts — you smothered your lips everywhere, his mouth, down to his neck — even lower to his chest. You precisely gave him quite the marks once you let go of your lips “...i-im close–” Michael’s voice straggled, you fastened your thrusting, feeling like a million suns, You both scream as you’ve reached your climax.

Michael releases into you as you did as well — your arousal mixing with his, ending up to be a lot more than expected, it dripped out of your entrance, streaking down to your inner thigh. You lay down onto Michael’s chest— catching your breath. After you started breathing normally, you poked out your head — gazing at Michael as he had his eyes shut, his palm resting on his forehead.

You wiped his tears, making him open his eyes, catching your gaze. “ …Thank you for this” Michael thanked, his eyes sparkling to yours “I’ll never grow tired of it” you answered back, You pressed once last kiss to him, one where you both started giggling in middle of it. “I’m tired” you said, resting your head against his chest “me too…” he said back, running his fingers to your hair, slowly letting his eyes shut — the two of you happily drifted off to sleep.

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[offthatwall]

We all need a little 1970s Michael Jackson in our lives JUST sayin

— ᨳଓ . Circa 1978 - Westlake Village, California

[cermoore]

hiii, saw ur request for fluff but slight smutty ideas for otw!michael and i have an idea but idk if it's any good

basically reader and michael go to a waterpark together and reader is wearing a small-ish bikini because it was her only clean bathing suit and michael is trying to be discreet about how much he loves it on her and then one thing leads to another and then yeah

sorry if this isn't very good eek

Two-Piece Distraction

✧ a/n: Hope you enjoy!!!!!!!

✧ contains: fluff, smut, does this count as pervy michael? handjob, kissing, make out, sub!michael, established relationship

✧ wc: 2,1k // masterlist

Summer, the perfect excuse to spend the day at the waterpark. You and your boyfriend Michael arrived pretty early, with not many people lining up the slides and overcrowding the pool. As soon as Michael saw the huge pool he couldn’t resist jumping up and down like a kid, you stand there watching him being excited. 

It wasn't the first time you two had been to the waterpark, usually you’d visit with Michael and the rest of his brothers and some of their girlfriends, but this time it was just the two of you. Once you’ve chosen a spot where you and Michael could rest, you sprint to the changing rooms.

You stand there inside, rummaging through your bag to find your bathing suit — once you’ve pulled out the small article of clothing, a wave of slight displeasure hits you, a reminder of what you ended up bringing.

Earlier that day, as Michael called out your name outside waiting for you in the car, you were in your room making a mess of your wardrobe. You couldn’t find a single clean bathing suit, all your usual one pieces were found in the laundry — either being cleaned or completely worn out. You desperately try to find some alternative.

You ended up with a two piece bikini, found at the back of your closet, as you pulled it out — you couldn’t help but cringed on how you even got it in the first place. Somewhere between, a friend convinces you to buy it while it was on sale, or you were feeling adventurous and wanted to try something new, but that day never came till now.

Back to the present, you quickly shook your head, swallowing the unnecessary frustration you had that could potentially ruin the rest of your day. Once you finally put it on, you quickly wrapped yourself up with a towel as you exited the changing room.

You spot Michael, already jumped into the pool. Once he saw you walking towards your spot, he enthusiastically waved at you, “c’mon jump in already!” he yelled “just a minute Michael!” you yelled back.

You then unwrapped the towel covering your body, revealing what you were wearing, Michael’s eyes widened and his jaw dropped slightly almost at an instinct. You sat down, picking up your sunscreen and evenly putting it on, it almost felt like a show for Michael as he watched you applying sunscreen from afar.

The way you were applying it on your legs so tenderly, and up to your neck — down to your collarbone just above your breast. He was in a complete trance, tying up your hair — he was also in awe, he realised his mind was wandering, seeing things in a different way. He wasn’t proud of it, and he was sort of relieved you called out saying you were ready, putting him out of his trance, once he saw you running towards him.

“Here I come!!” you shouted in mid air jumping to the water. As the water splashes on to Michael’s face, you climb to him, swinging your arms onto his shoulders, you immediately peck him on the cheek — giggling. Michael was a bit speechless, he held you by the waist. 

For a moment — he took a quick look at your bathing suit up close, then made eye contact with you, “you look great” Michael couldn’t resist complimenting you, you looked down briefly “oh yeah… i almost forgot i had this bathing suit, never got a chance to wear it till now” you explained and immediately brushed it off. “Race you to the slide” you blurted, “c’mon” you quickly swam to the nearest ride. Michael burst out a laugh “hey wait up!” he yelled swimming after you.

Sometime later, you and Michael had done many rounds on all kinds of waterslides. You were having an absolute blast, so much so that you were not aware that Michael was trying his absolute hardest to be discreet about your swimming attire. 

There were many times where you caught Michael completely zoned out, or when you decided to slide down together — he would hesitate at first before agreeing, which rarely happens judging the last time you’ve visited the waterpark. Strange you thought.

Michael didn’t feel so hot, he felt guilty thinking this way about you almost through the entire day, but could you blame him? You looked incredibly stunning, there were times where he would take quick glances longer than he should have while you weren’t looking. Small details you’ve done that made his mind go completely crazy over. 

When you walk around —  the ribbon resting right in the middle of your top, bouncing up and down just like your breasts were, or earlier, he saw you adjusting your bikini bottom from riding up your rear end, god he really thought you were doing it on purpose.

“Michael check it out!” you yelled from the diving board, waving at Michael who was peacefully sitting on a chair wearing his shades. Michael waves back with a smile, watching you dive from a far. As you jumped high, diving to the pull with such grace, Michael couldn’t help but laugh proudly, he loved watching you dive, you were good at it, and it always leaves him impressed.

You quickly swam back to the surface, grabbing the latter — hoisting yourself and climbing up. As Michael watches you, it almost feels like his shades were falling off. You were a supermodal — climbing up to the water like that, the water dripping down your curves — the way you brushed your hair back. Michael felt like he was swiping through a magazine. He started to double check his shades whether or not they were fully tinted.

Walking towards Michael you felt utterly proud you made that jump, you swore you saw his reaction for a split second — but you just had to make sure “so? What do you think? ” you smiled, hands on your hips. Michael immediately looked straight ahead, clearing his throat once you asked. “Good- great! I mean, that was great” he answered hastingly.

He was acting strange again, you sighed heavily — you couldn’t take this anymore. “Michael what’s going on?” you asked firmly “pardon?” he questioned, “you’ve been acting weird all day, what’s the matter…?” you then sat down on his chair, you were sitting right where his legs stretch out. “Tell me…” you leaned closer.

Michael cleared his throat as you leaned in, your chest was pretty much all he saw. “It's nothing, i’m fine” he answers, you look down, you could hear the dishonesty in his answer “ …are you not having a good time?” you assumed. Your shift of tone immediately caught him, he sat right up in an instant “what baby no, i’m having lots of fun really” he reassured, taking off his shades.

“Are you sure…? Then, why are you acting so — awkward now? “ you wondered, Michael knew he couldn’t escape talking about it now, he then exhaled a heavy breath, feeling the blood rushing up to his face“ it’s just… I've been quite… distracted — on what you're wearing” he confessed, your face shifted, you looked down at your own bathing suit, feeling quite surprised. 

“Does this bother you…? Mike I could always just cover up-” “ no! Don’t please, it doesn't bother me at all, it's just–” Michael cuts you off, “you look pretty… I guess a bit too pretty for me to handle” he nervously laughs. You look at him with a pout “I'm sorry I made you feel this way” he apologized — squeezing your hands, you smiled at him “that’s okay, im glad you told me” you then grab his hand. ”follow me” tilting your head with a cheeky expression.

Michael was confused but still stood up letting you take him. “Where are we going…?” He asked, “just wait,” you replied. You lead Michael somewhere far from your original spot, passing by lots of people quietly, far enough you two were on the side of the water park that was less populated by other visitors.

You walked through the gaps between closed shops, ending up behind a closed snack bar — huddled with some other deserted stores, once you were there you slammed your back against the snack bar behind you, making Michael corner you. “Baby why are we—mmh!” Michael asked but was cut off as you pulled him closer tightly, smothering your lips against his.

“Since when does my bathing suit become a distraction for you Michael…?” You parted lips, arms wrapped around his shoulders, Michael’s eyes looked down for a brief second before going back to yours “ever since you dropped your towel…” he answered honestly. 

You smirk “hmm… poor thing, you’ve been holding yourself together since this morning” you tilt your head, “yeah…” Michael admitted. “I think you deserve to declutter your mind wouldn’t you agree?” You teased, as Michael was confused by your question — he nearly choked as he felt you hand pressing hard against his clothed bulge.

“Baby… what are you… we’re in public” Michael panicked, his hand slammed on the wall behind you, but you didn’t stop “that’s right… so you gotta be quick” you bit your bottom lip smiling, Michael felt his member getting stiff, as you were caressing it up and down. His other hand rested onto the wall as well, you were now cornered, but you didn’t feel that way — Michael did.

You felt his cock getting stiffened, so you gently slid your dainty hand inside Michael’s swim shorts — grabbing it firmly. Michael choked on his own breath as soon as he felt you wrapped around him, his head dropped. His cock was still wet — but so warm, you began stroking it repeatedly in a light rhythmic way.

Michael let out whine at your touch, his breaths were straggled — his forearms soon rested on the wall balancing himself. “Does that feel good..?” You asked “mhm… so good…” he answered — exhaling a sigh, you began to stroke faster — Michael slammed his lips onto yours, burying his desire to make any noise, he felt dizzy, his legs felt like they weren’t working properly — like he was gonna fall at any moment. He quickly parted, his forehead pressing against your, his brows furrowed at the sensation — he could feel himself getting closer to the edge. 

As Michael was reaching his peak, a sudden high pitch scream startled both of them, your hand instinctively squeezing his member as a reaction. “Ah—mh!” Michael let out a whimper that he swore was a lot louder than intended, you stop for a moment and turn your head — hearing where the source was.

It turned out to be a bunch of kids on the other side of the store playing and having fun. Your hand stopped, waiting for the kids to pass by, Michael breathing heavily — felt his ecstasy be taken away “…these kids… why now…” he patheticly whined against your skin. 

“should we head back…?” you said “no, no please baby keep going… don’t stop now, i’m so close… please, i’ll be quick” Michael begged deeply, he stared down to your eyes pleading. You were mesmerized — you couldn’t stand making him suffer much longer.

You continued stroking up and down, from an agonizing slow pace — soon turned fast, Michael moaned to your ear, he tried to quiet down but for you— you could hear it so close. You held his jaw making him face you, pressing his lips to yours, your hand then moved to one of  his — guiding it to your breast.

As Michael felt your wet top, his hand automatically slid inside from below, cupping your breast and squeezing it, he sighed through the kiss. Your hand continuously pumped at a faster pace while your other arm wrapped around Michael’s shoulder.

The kiss became sloppier and sloppier, noises slipping past, “…almost—ah-!” Michael murmured, he then reached his climax, releasing and coating your hand with his arousal, you kept stroking till he was completely finished. You let him take a breath as his release drips down to your forearm. “I love you…” Michael murmured as he breathed normally again “i love you too” you replied back, giving him a long passionate kiss.

You then shook your hand a few times till Michael’s arousal was wiped off, planning on cleaning it probably once you head back. “Felling better…?” you asked smilingly, Michael chuckles “yes… very, thank you” Michael gave you a quick kiss once more “don’t mention it. You can thank me by reapplying sunscreen on my back” you proposed as you started walking back outside. “Alright” Michael laughs following you from behind.

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[sarahdrewthat]

"wish you could be in my office all the time, y'know that?"

inspired by @cndybliss pervy boss!michael

[cermoore]

Guidelines ᝰ.ᐟ

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ i do smut, fluff and angst

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ soft porn addict so you can guess what i’m most good at

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ my don’ts are -> huge age gaps, age regression or age play, incest etc [other standard stuff]

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ request shouldn’t be too vague

[cndybliss]

𓂃 pervyboss!michael x secretary!reader anyone?.. (18+)

𝓬ontent ❤︎ invincible!era (gif is 2007, lets pretend this is 2002), explicit themes, age gap implied (28, 44) mentions of masturbation, sexual fantasies, p in v, unprotected sex, michael's a power dom ouuu, michael's a bit stern in the bedroom, not proofread, just smutty asl alright

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ᢉ𐭩  ֹ . pervyboss!michael who couldn't stop staring when you waltzed in, hips naturally swaying in your tiny pencil skirt. sure, the amount of leg you decided to show off in the office was extremely unprofessional, but was michael going to say anything about it? absolutely not. he loved to watch you sashay through the corridors of the maze that was cubicles, constantly looking up from his paperwork to catch a glimpse of your perky ass struggling to breathe behind the fabric.

ᢉ𐭩  ֹ . pervyboss!michael who palmed himself during meetings whenever you peeked in the conference room to tell him something. your luscious hair, your breaking even blazer paired with your lowcut shirt that cupped your breasts just the right way, your smile. lord, your smile. when he'd return to his office, he'd quietly groan in pain from his aching erection, looking up to make sure you weren't facing his direction. you made his body ache with your presence alone.

ᢉ𐭩  ֹ . pervyboss!michael who deliberately would call you into his office multiple times a day just to get a look at you. he'd make up faux tasks such as fixing the position of his pen bucket, or picking up something he dropped on the floor purposefully—of course, just to watch you bend over innocently, biting his bottom lip in return.

ᢉ𐭩  ֹ . pervyboss!michael who slides you hints about just how smitten he truly is. things like:

"you look pretty today."

"i might need to get hr on the phone if you keep looking at me like that."

"wish you could be in my office all the time, y'know that?"

ᢉ𐭩  ֹ . pervyboss!michael who dreads just how fast you catch on. ever since you did, every interaction became more anticipating. you purposefully unbuttoned your blazer when visiting his office, his gaze immediately locking with your cleavage and roaming down to your waist. you were such a tease.

ᢉ𐭩  ֹ . pervyboss!michael who fantasizes about fucking you dumb at work. if only he could bend you over the copier, stripping you of everything but your silver initial necklace and your pink pumps, taking you in front of the whole office. oh, he'd have a field day. imagining you moaning his name loud and clear for everyone to heed, all while in reality he sat slouching at his desk with a pile of papers beside him.

ᢉ𐭩  ֹ . pervyboss!michael who asks you out at the office christmas party, to which you obviously oblige. he had been playing eye-tag with you the entire night, and finally gained courage after your co-worker girlfriends pushed him to make a move.

ᢉ𐭩  ֹ . pervyboss!michael who finally gets into your panties after a countless amount of dates, realizing his dreams have come true. he gets to lay down and watch in awe as your utterly sublime body work your magic on his cock. he knew it was morally wrong—a boss and his secretary—but, how could he not help himself? your perfect tits bouncing in his face all whilst your body did the same. michael's hands resting on your hips, rapidly moving up and down as you did.

ᢉ𐭩  ֹ . pervyboss!michael who makes you call him "mr. jackson" while he relentlessly pounds into you. he loved hearing your gorgeous cords scream and whine his name while you embodied his fantasy, your necklace and heels being your only articles of clothing.

"who's in charge again, dollface?" his mouth spat out, working your pussy to the max below.

"you, mr. jackson! it's always you-mmh!" you obediently yelped out, your core hot and worn. you didn't think someone of his age could fuck like such a young man.

"you're so bad-damn-such a good secretary for mr. jackson.."

ᢉ𐭩  ֹ . pervyboss!michael who makes you kneel all pretty in front of him while he comes in your mouth. his seed sweet and thick, maintaining his locked gaze as you swallow everything received. he pulls you up gently, index and thumb along your jawline as he smashes his lips against yours. your sweet lips mixed with a tinge of his semen. it was heavenly.

ᢉ𐭩  ֹ . pervyboss!michael who teases you at work ever since that night, mimicking your moaned words any time it was the two of you alone. he would occasionally pinch your rear, planting a small smack on your ass before pretending as if nothing happened. he became the tease.

"what? why aren't you answering the phones like i asked?" he would playfully smile, sticking his tongue out at you.

"sorry, mr. jackson." you frowned, exiting his office.

"attagirl."

i hope you loved reading this as much as i loved writing it lmao. sometimes i cannot fathom how this man never got panties thrown at him on stage because girll 😭 anyways, love you guys with all my heart!!

[visualsbyaina]

the thoughts are thoughting

[devochkanextdoor]

liquid temptation ────୨୧──── m. jackson

wc: 4.7k

coupling: michael jackson x fem!reader

era: thriller

summary: a drunken night out causes michael to end up giving in to his sexual desires after several months of denying you due to his religious beliefs.

warnings: heavy smut, drunken sex (unprotected), virgin!michael (yes again), sub!michael towards the end, michael mentions of alcohol use, accidental creampie, both !m and !f oral receiving, soft dom!reader, religion & values, sloppy makeout sesh, themes of guilt, michael’s obsessed with your tittieeesss,

a/n: back with some dirty shit

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You & Michael are approximately 2 hours deep into this unexpected night, tipsy & staggered from the multiple drinks you’ve been bought from various people. Pulsing fluorescent lights reflect off your tanned skin as you move fluidly to the music, a sheen coat of sweat covering your bare arms from the humidity of the room.

Michael hadn’t been on the dance floor yet despite your pleas, he’s still a little shy even when he’s drunk. Instead, he’d prefer to watch you as he sat at the bar, sipping on some mysterious liquor Quincey had brought him. His thick curls stuck to his temples from everyone’s body heat pooling in the room, yet he still kept his flannel shirt buttoned up right to the top.

You’d look over your shoulder at him occasionally, relishing in the way he’d ogle at the lower half of your body with an unconscious bite of his lip. Or when he’d giggle around the rim of his glass when you’d gyrate your hips in his direction intentionally, showing off the curve of your ass in your jeans.

You’d love to tease him like that, testing his endurance. Michael was a faithful, religious man. He believed in the avoidance of sexual & lustful acts before marriage. He grew up around that motive all his life, especially with his family. But he’s an adult now with his own choices, yet he’s still stuck in the mindset of a 15 year old boy who has to follow the rules, or has to abide by what his parents taught him. He doesn’t fully realise he is his own man now, & his natural love for women doesn’t help.

He’d deny himself for months, stopping when things got too intimate with you, or made him feel something he didn’t know how to handle. It’s not like he didn’t want to, you’d feel the stiffness of his cock poke your thigh every time you two were making out, or even simply cuddling. But whenever you were just about to make it to the inside of his pants, he’d stop you politely, taking your hand away.

“Baby, not yet,” he’d always say.

Alas, being Michael’s girl was a positive experience. You got to live the upper-echelon life, such as being invited to private parties in Beverly Hills by people who worked alongside him. At first, Michael didn’t even want to go to this party, said it’s not his thing. You were in the middle, you wanted to get him out of his comfort zone & have fun for the night since you two weren’t up to much. In the end, you had convinced him enough to go, so here you were.

Michael turns his head, his trance broken as he hears a muffled voice call his name. It’s a trendy young man, probably successful or famous. He looks like he has money, though Michael doesn’t seem to know him. But of course, everyone knows Michael. The man’s smiling with all teeth, holding out his hand for a handshake.

Michael takes his hand immediately, smiling back as they share a quick & rough pat on the back.

“Love your music, man!” He shouts over the speakers.

Michael semi-yells a thank you that comes out louder & sloppier than expected. He averts his gaze back to you, already distracted by your femininity. Your hands flay in the air as your hair paints your face, you’re loving every second.

“That y'girl?” He shouts near Michael's ear.

Michael snaps his head at him & nods like he’s proud to say yes.

“Yeah, that’s my girl. Beautiful ain’t she?” He practically says to himself, his voice high and sweet. His half-lidded drunken eyes stay glued on you.

The man throws him a small nod of approval, a playful smirk on his face.

“Damn right she is. Treat her right, man. In both ways if y’know what I mean.” He laughs, nudging him.

Michael lets his words hang in the air for a few seconds before laughing back, not quite sure why he’s laughing. Deep down, he wants you so damn bad. He craves you, he hates that he can’t have you yet. He feels embarrassed that he can’t provide that side of intimacy to his girl as a man. But god, if he could, he knew that embarrassment would vanish in no time.

Before Michael could fully respond, the man was strutting away, yelling at someone else. What he said made something shift in his brain, giving him a surge of confidence. How can he sit away from something so beautiful? He tips the last drops of his drink down his throat before placing it on the bar table with a clank. You see him walk over to you on the dance floor with an anticipative yet hungry look on his face. Your face lights up in surprise as he gets closer, doing a reeling motion with your hands. He chuckles from slight embarrassment.

As soon as he reaches you he places his hands on the small of your waist, rubbing absentmindedly. He looks at you like you’re the only girl in his world, like you’re a gift from God. He leans down towards your ear, moving the hair away,

“I missed you.” He whispers hoarsely, you can smell the alcohol on his hot breath.

You feel heat pool to your cheeks, a small smile creeping up the edges of your glossy lips.

“I missed you too, finally decided to come over huh?”

You place your hands on his shoulders as you push yourself up to pepper a kiss on his cheek. The second your lips were about to touch his face, he turns his head to meet you in the middle for a messy kiss, stealing the air from your lungs. His breath hitches immediately, his brows furrowing as he pushes his body flush against yours, his hands growing tighter as they grab the fat of your hips.

He wastes no time in opening his mouth & wrapping his tongue around yours. His chest heaves as he tilts his head to the side, making an impossible attempt to deepen the kiss & get closer. You were caught off guard by his forwardness, he never usually initiated makeouts first, it was always you. You weren’t complaining though. You’d been waiting months for this energy, & now that is was finally here you were practically buzzing.

You sling your arms over his shoulders, connecting your hands around the back of his neck as you kiss him back with the same amount of desperation. The tips of your fingers play with his curls at the nape of his neck as you hum pleasantly on his lips.

You feel Michael’s breaths fall shallow, panting in your mouth as the same feeling he’d usually try to avoid starts to crescendo inside of him. That’s when you feel something hard poking on your thigh, you knew it was him.

You break the kiss breathlessly, a thin glistening line of your mixed salvia snapping.

“Michael—“ you mumble. You look down between his legs.

The sight before you has you frozen. His bulge swells beneath his brown courdroy pants as if it wants to escape, almost looking painful. His chest continues to rise & fall as he looks down, instinctively covering it with one hand.

“M’ sorry, just want you so bad. I don’t know why I feel like this tonight,” he says sloppily, his lips puffy & wet.

He can barely stand on two feet, constantly swaying from side to side. You giggle as you put your hands on his chest to steady him, the little circles you trace making him swallow. His eyes are glassy under the light, laced with this lust & neediness that you secretly love. You wanted to put him out of his misery so badly — but he’d never let you.

“How much did you drink tonight?” You tease, your voice as sweet as candy.

“A lot, I think.”

Your hands make your way to the top button of his shirt, attempting to undo it. His hand flies to yours to stop it.

“What are you doin'?” He giggles.

“Relax baby, It’s just so hot in here, are you not burning up in this?” you say smoothly.

You knew that wasn’t the only reason. You just wanted to loosen him up, step by step. He lets his hand down as he watches you undo his top button, then the second, then the third. His exposed chest glows under the fluorescent lights, deep & rich in color.

You run a hand along his bare skin, looking at him for any sign of discomfort. You don’t find any, for once he doesn’t look that nervous at all. His hands find your hips again, pulling you in against his frame as he gnaws on his bottom lip. He leans forward towards your neck, drawing in a deep inhale through his nose. Your sweet feminine scent drives him crazy. The way his warm breath gently grazes your neck gives you goosebumps. You squeeze your thighs as you feel your cunt start to pulsate.

“Do you always smell this lovely?” He whispers against you as he continues smelling your neck area like a feline.

“Baby, what’s gotten into you?” You chuckle.

You just stand there, letting him smother himself all over you. If you’re being honest, his sudden wave of confidence threw you off guard, now you’re the one all nervous.

You gently slide one of your hands in between your glued bodies, making your way to his thighs. Your other hand on his lower back. You caress one gently, the sensation immediately making him wince. He flutters his eyes shut as he leans forward to press his lips against yours, not knowing what to do with himself.

You both end up deepening the kiss, the sides of your mouth growing wet. He whimpers your name into your lips as if he’s physically struggling to contain something. He pulls away a mere inch just enough to murmur,

“God help me.”

You feel him lightly grab your hand, moving it lower & lower until it reaches his bulge. Your eyes shot up at him, twinkling with mischief. That’s the last thing you expected him to do.

His forehead falls onto yours as he presses your palm against his cock, rewarding a low & relieving groan from his throat. He feels like rock in your grasp, making you salivate. Thank god you’re practically in the dark. You can feel his entire shaft as if there's no material on it, that's how erect he is. You give it a singular stroke from bottom to top, causing his mouth to fall agape.

“Mikey—“

“Let’s go home, I’ll call a cab” he plants a kiss on your collarbone, then on your lips, “Please.”

This is the first time Michael’s ever made a move like that. That was the first time you’d ever felt him down there, your heart skipped a beat the second you touched it. You’ve dreamt of that moment for months, him being all needy for your touch.

Michael called a cab the second you agreed to leave, rushing outside as he held your hand tight. You didn't even get a chance to say goodbye to anyone, his first priority was to get you home.

You gave the cab driver a hard time when you got in. You were all over each other on the ride home. You were both already spent, breathless & hot as you rammed your tongues down each other's throats, occasionally missing due to the darkness of the backseat. You could tell Michael was still trying to keep things safe, only making out with you. Not touching your 'lady parts' or anything, as he would call them. His hands would tremble as he held your shoulders tight, pushing his face into yours. You slide your hands under his flannel shirt, running your hands over his taut n’ clammy abdomen.

Kissing was the only thing he knew, the only thing he could do without feeling sinful. So it makes sense why his kisses feel so heated & desperate, his body needs more, yet it’s like he’s only restricted himself for kissing.

The red light at the junction illuminates the back seat, temporarily revealing your faces to each other. Michael looks down at your chest, your breasts almost falling out of your skimpy little top. He gently touches your necklace hanging above your cleavage, swallowing the lump in his throat.

"So beautiful, you're heaven-sent." He says, his voice cracking from being unused for the past 20 minutes of straight kissing.

When the taxi finally pulled up outside the house, Michael was already reaching for the door handle before the engine had fully settled. He shot a look at you, his face full of nerves & anticipation. You couldn’t help the smile that crept up on your face.

“Thank you,” you tell the driver. Michael was already out the car in a hurry, waiting on you.

Neither of you said anything as you scurried onto the front porch, desperate to be alone together. Michael drops the keys as he tries to get the lock open as soon as possible.

You didn’t quite know what it was Michael was rushing for, you had an idea, yet it seemed completely unrealistic given his morals.

Finally, he manages to get the front door open, ushering you in first before shutting it behind him with a slam.

He places the keys on the console table, turning to you. He burries his face into your neck, his hands running down your thighs. You laugh breathlessly, looking down at the floor.

“You’re gonna have to tell me to stop cus’ I can’t keep my hands off you, I’m sorry.” Michael cooes, his pants feeling tighter around his crotch again.

Telling him to stop was the last thing on your mind, that would be absurd. You look up at him through your lashes, puckering your lips a little, toying with him.

“I like it,” you whisper.

You plant a kiss on the sweet spot of his neck. His scent is warm & alluring, notes of fresh soap, vanilla, & a night out. You twist your head more, opening your mouth as you let your tongue glide wetly against his supple skin.

He’s never been kissed on the neck by you before, so the feeling immediately makes him freeze & contract, his eyes threatening to roll back to his head.

“Oh my—“ He whimpers.

He pulls away before you can get into it, grabbing your both your hands.

“Come upstairs with me.” He asks you, his words slurred as he starts to pull you towards the stairs.

You both make it to your bedroom, but it’s pitch black. You hear Michael click the door shut. Neither of you say anything for a second, the tension is thick in the air. You feel your cunt start to dampen due to the anticipation.

You stumble across the floor towards where you think your bedside lamp would be, you find it & flip the switch. The lamp casts a dim amber atmosphere. As soon as Michael sees where you are, he walks towards you, guiding you to the bed by your waist.

He plops himself down on the mattress, keeping his hands on you firmly. You stand between his open legs as you stroke his head, he looked so cute like this. His big brown eyes stay fixed on yours, never faltering. He moves his hands higher up your waist so they’re sitting a little below your breasts.

“What is it you want, Mikey?” You say just below a whisper, tilting your head.

“I want you.”

His voice is laced with confusion, like he feels ashamed to even admit such an obvious thing. He can’t help his boyish urges, it’s only biological & one can only take so much before it cracks.

His hands travel to the bottom of your shirt, lifting it up to reveal your bare stomach. He plays with your belly button piercing first, giving it a little kiss. He continues to drag his face along your skin, his breath hitching as he peppers kisses at the same time, his lips felt burning hot against you.

You drop your head back slightly at the feeling, muttering his name as your hands stay in his hair.

He leans away, starting to pull up your shirt slow & steady. He looks at you as if to earn your approval. You hum in agreement as you help him lift your shirt off, leaving you in your white laced bra, your t-shirt forgotten on the floor.

Michael gawks at your plumpy breasts, his eyes darting back & fourth from them to your face, as if he can’t believe you’re real. The fit was a little too small for you, so the tops were on the verge of falling out which didn’t help him.

You reach around as you begin to unclasp your bra, startling him.

He looked like a deer in headlights, about to freak out or something. You place one hand on his cheek, stroking him with your thumb.

“You wanna see them?” You ask, your voice wooing him deeper.

Michael nods slowly, looking a little ashamed. He can’t even utter the courage to physically say yes, like if he does he’d be struck down.

You return your hand to your clasp, undoing it completely. Your full, perky breasts fall free once the material falls, sitting neatly in-front of his face while your nipples stiffen up from your arousal.

Michael’s gawks at them, his lips slightly parted. He didn’t know what to do with this sweet piece of ass in front of him, he couldn’t handle it. He’s never seen a naked woman in front of him before. Sure, he’d seen them when he’d flip through Playboy magazines in secret before he met you, but never in person. He’d always feel guilty for simply looking, or for the way his cock would twitch.

“They’re so pretty.”

“Thank you, honey. You can feel them if you want.” You reply.

You take his hands, pulling them up & placing them on your breasts. You let his hands go, allowing him to get used to the feeling. He wastes no time in rubbing & squeezing them, his pupils blown out as he looks at you, completely enamoured.

You watch him come undone every second that passes, his body becoming less stiff, more fluid & relaxed. Finally, his mental restraint snaps. He holds one in his hand as he leans forward, latching his mouth onto your right nipple with a warm, gentle pull & a swirl of his tongue. The sudden shock of pleasure draws a breath from your lungs, making your thighs clench.

“Oh my god Michael—“

His other hand reaches up, rolling your hard nub between his fingers in time with each wet pull of his mouth. He continues this for a few minutes, completely fine with doing it for hours.

He releases you from his mouth with a wet pop as you push him back onto the mattress. His belt buckle rattles as you fiddle to get it open. You manage to slide it off in one motion, throwing it behind you. You undo his button next, inching him to lift his hips up so you can remove his pants.

Michael grows impatient as he scurries to help you push them down to his thighs until you take over & pull them off completely. You feel your mouth start to salivate at the sight of his cock standing tall under his white boxers, the outline & shape clear as day.

Honestly, you didn’t expect him to look as big as he does. You wonder how it will even fit inside of you. The way it swells makes you pout, feeling even more obliged to put him out of his misery by milking him dry.

“You sure you wanna do this baby? We can stop y’know.” You reassure him, running your hands up his prickly thighs.

“Please, I don’t care anymore. I need you, God I need you. It hurts to say no to you.” He practically whimpers the words, dragging a hand over one of your breasts.

You automatically bite your lip at his desperation, moving your hands to the bottom of his shirt, lifting it over his head.

You grab the waistband of his boxers & start pulling them down slowly, his shaft revealing itself more & more the farther down they get. His cock springs free as soon as you get them completely off, slick pre-cum already pooling at the top of his head.

His cock was visibly perfect, his tip a deep mauve tone. Long veins were raised beneath the delicate skin, gently pulsating.

You feel Michael’s hand wrap around your hair, grabbing gently as he anticipates your mouth.

“Please, please—“ he begs.

You wrap your hand around the shaft, giving his tip a small kitten lick, lapping up his juices. The saltiness of his fluids made you hum, the vibrations sending him over the edge.

His body contracts the second your tongue touches him, lengthy groans ripping from his throat as he struggles to stay tame. One of his hands grips the sheets, his knuckles turning white as the other remains tangled in your hair.

You begin lowering your head, attempting to take him all in one go. Your nose grazes his pubic hair, his size causing soft gags to erupt from your throat.

“Ah—y-yes!” He cries, his eyes gradually making their way to the back of his head.

You couldn’t imagine how Michael must’ve been feeling right now, containing all that horniness for months only to get his cock sucked in the most vulgar way possible for the first time.

Trails of your saliva run down the sides of your mouth as you begin bobbing your head with a steady rhythm. You yourself were drunk, so keeping a rhythm & not sucking messily felt hard.

Michael’s hand guides your head up & down as if it has a mind of its own, not aware what he’s doing. He was too far gone, he’s entire body stiffened up from the intense pleasure you were giving him.

He opens his eyes as he rises his head up, looking at you worryingly.

“I feel something happening,” he warns as his abs start to clench. “If you stop now, it won’t count, right?” He barely manages to get the sentence out, his voice cracking.

You release him from your mouth with a pop, stroking him absentmindedly. You chuckle to yourself, he really thinks if you stop before he cums, this sinful act won’t count.

“It’s okay to want want me, Michael” You mewl.

He throws his head back on the sheets, accepting his defeat. His body still twitching as you stroke him.

You stand on your feet as you start to unbutton your jeans, sliding them down & off your feet. He sits up, sliding his hands across the hem of your lace panties before slowly pulling them down, watching the way your pussy reveals itself to him in awe.

Before you could do anything else, Michael presses his face into your glossy folds, holding your ass in place so you don’t fall.

A pornographic moan spills from your lips as you tip your head back, followed by your eyes. He moves his head down for a better angle, lapping & sucking up all your juices. His tongue swirls around your entrance, hitting your clit occasionally making you wince.

“More, please more—“

He flips you around onto the bed, immediately diving between your legs to continue feeding off you. You keep your legs open for him as he holds the backs, pushing them forward. He flattens his tongue against the bottom of your slit, dragging it all the way up with a groan. He continues doing that a few times for his own gain, sending you over the edge.

You pinch your eyes shut as you start to feel your thighs clench around nothing, a familiar sensation starting to grow in your lower belly.

“You’re gonna make me come if you don’t stop.” You moan out.

If anything, he speeds up. You tug at the sheets while the messy slurps from his drunken mouth bring you closer. Your breathing falls shallow, paired with little whimpers as the feeling grows stronger until it finally takes over you.

“Right there, y-yes, coming!”

Black spots cloud your vision, your thighs trembling in his grasp as the cord in your belly snaps. You’ve never came so hard in your life, it was almost painful.

Michael crawls on top of you like a cat as he brings you in for another kiss, addicted to your lips alone. You hold his face, his hands braced next to your head. You exhale as you feel his cock tap against your pussy, wanting to enter.

Michael moves himself up & down, his tip sliding against your slit beautifully. Both of you being so so wet makes the sliding easy, almost slipping in every now & then.

“Want it so bad, ma. Please say yes.” He whispers in your ear, his head resting on your shoulder as he continues dragging it along your slit.

“Take it baby, t’s all yours.”

You push his ass, slowly crowning his tip inside you. A bittersweet sting forms as he plunges himself deeper inside, every inch forcing a moan out of the both of you. You sling your hands around his shoulders, keeping your legs open as wide as possible in hopes he’ll fit completely.

“So—tight, God.” He breathes out, pushing the last inches inside.

Once he’s fully in, he’s already panting, the feeling of your warmth wrapped around him making him weak. He takes a minute to get used to the feeling before starting to move. A few seconds pass & he starts moving, dragging his cock fully out before plunging back in.

Your breasts move beneath him with each gentle thrust, making him latch mouth onto one momentarily, greedy to have every part of you at once. His cock hits your g-spot perfectly with precision every second, you honestly felt like you could cum at any moment if you let yourself.

It doesn’t take much longer before he’s speeding up, the slick plaps of skin meeting skin starting to creep up the harder he goes. A sweet, foamy ring of white starts to form around the base of his cock with each thrust.

Michael would rather keep his eyes open to look at your pretty little face, yet he finds it very hard. His eyes are pressed shut, trying to hide from the sinful reality. His face dug into your neck as he mumbles gibberish to himself, completely pussy whipped.

“Feels—good Mikey, you feel so fucking good.” You say, your voice jumping from his searing thrusts.

You feel his tongue graze your neck as his mouth opens, attempting to respond but to no avail.

He continues snapping his hips into you, his pelvis hitting your clit perfectly every-time. Not one second goes by where you don’t feel pleasure, it’s trapping you.

You feel him swell larger inside of you, knowing he must be close. He lifts himself up, holding your hips to push himself into you impossibly deeper.

“Fuck! Right there!” You cry out, the head of his cock abusing your sweet spot even more than before.

“I feel it, It’s coming,” He pants, his eyes practically watering as they stare at you for support.

You reach down to try & grab him, forgetting you weren’t wearing any protection.

“You have to pull out baby, can’t come inside.”

There’s no sense of urgency in your voice, you were too consumed & wrapped up in the feeling he was giving you. Part of you didn’t even care, all you knew was now.

Michael’s thrusts start to become sloppy & erratic, his release only seconds away as his body begins to stiffen up, his thighs shaking.

The sudden change in his thrusts caused you to cum again suddenly. Your walls strangle him as you cry into your hand. The neighbours never entered your mind once.

The tightness of your unexpected orgasm catches him off guard, tipping him over the edge.

“Fuck, m’ sorry, I’m sorry—“

His hips snap into you one last time before he freezes, his warm seed spilling inside of you, panting your walls. His body falls limp as he flops down onto your chest, drawing out a long singular strangled moan into your cleavage, followed by little high pitch whimpers. The sensation of him filling you up makes you whine, definitely one of your guilty pleasures.

After a few minutes of breaths being caught, he lifts his hips, pulling his flaccid length out of you. His thick white release drips out instantly, pooling between your ass. You watch the colour drain out of his face as he stares between your legs. He reaches forward, rubbing the fluid between his fingers.

“How do you feel about being a daddy?"

a/n: can you guys tell i've been in heat this week?

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how about going to a drive in movie with pre-otw mike? maybe as a 1 year anniversary date or something >u< & he wants to try and get to second base but he's so shy and cute OMGG 😭💕

Backseat Butterflies…

✧ a/n: That is adorable!! I LOVE YOU

✧ Contains: otw!mj x fem!reader, fluff, smut, kissing, making out, inexperience michael, bit experience reader

✧ wc: 2,2k // masterlist & taglist

You and Michael have been dating for a year now, and your anniversary is coming around the corner. Michael still remembered your first kiss like it was yesterday, after walking you home late at night from another casual date, you figured it was time to show him how much you love him, you stood on your tip toes reaching for his lips. The pillowy feel of your lips, the sweet taste of your gloss, it put him in a trance that he’ll never forget.

As Michael sits below the sun — floating on his pool thinking deeply for ideas on what to do on your one year anniversary, he couldn’t help but eavesdrop on his brothers who were playing sports just out next to the pool.

They were talking loudly per usual so it wouldn’t even be considered as eavesdropping, Jackie was teasing Marlon about his relationship, and the countless mentions of doing second base. That’s got Michael thinking, the idea of doing second base isn’t foreign to him — for a guy who hasn’t even done it. But maybe that’s what you and Michael could do as a celebration for your one year anniversary — taking the next step of your relationship.

After hitting the showers, Michael paced around his room, overthinking the situation on how it’s going to be. He had zero experience on doing anything like that, the thought of being alone with you in a room, doing god knows what… he could only imagine his face burning more before actually doing anything. And asking his older brothers was clearly out of the question.

Michael sits down on his bed, rubbing his face one last time before picking up the phone. “Hello..?” You answered, “hey it's me, how are you?” Michael started off simple, “oh hey Mikey, I was just about to have dinner, is everything alright…?” You happily answered. “Yeah that’s great uhm — I was wondering for our anniversary maybe, we could go see a movie —maybe a drive-in?” you smiled at the other line “yes, alright that’s sounds fun” you chewed your bottom lip from excitement. “Okay I’ll pick you tomorrow” Michael beamed.

After you hung up the phone you lay back to bed, covering your face giggling and kicking your feet, you couldn’t wait for tomorrow. You and Michael have never been to a drive-in before as a couple. As often naive you could be, you knew exactly what couples do in drive-ins. And you were surprised that Michael even suggested the idea.

Your first kiss with him took lots of build up, there were countless times where you had a strong feeling he would make the first move. But his endearing shy demeanor always makes him back out at the last second.

You’ve spent enough time to know that Michael is an absolute gentleman, and he is just as naive as you are — perhaps maybe even more. So making the first move on the first kiss was very much needed. But the point still stands — that maybe Michael sees this as nothing more than a movie date for your anniversary and it's safe to assume he won’t try anything, and as much as you secretly love seeing him acting all shy and flustered if you decided to try anything bold, it would be cruel to do it on your anniversary. So if anything happens, you promise yourself to make it easy for him.

It was the next day — your one year anniversary. You and Michael were at the drive-in, headlights were turned off, already halfway through the movie. It was dark, the only source of light was the one on the big screen playing the movie Grease, the smell of the wool carpet with a clean, slightly earthy scent lingered in the car. 

Michael had his eyes glued on to the screen, at first glance it could just be him invested in the movie he had actually already watched before and loved it, but in reality — his mind was racing, he was thinking a million different ways on how to approach this, he was considering backing out and just enjoying the movie. No, he can’t abort now, not with a setting like this. 

As Michael rambles through his own head, the corner of his eye catches noticeable movements from the car beside him. He turned his head slightly — getting a better look, although he couldn’t tell through the window, the harsh rocking movements the car repeated — he knew what the couple inside were doing. And that was also a heavy reminder on what he should be doing with you at any moment.

“How do you like the movie so far…?” Michael whispered, his head turning towards you. “Great! all the songs have been amazing so far” you answered with a quiet tone, "although to be honest, this is actually my second time watching it, my first watch was with my friends last week” you confessed, Michael grin teeth on full display “really? Well if that’s true, i’ve also watched this movie before” Michael confessed “this is your second time as well?” you exclaimed “actually fourth” Michael quietly laughed.

You both laughed quietly “well then i guess we could just call this date a rewatch” you joked. After that small bickering, your eyes went back to the screen. Michael on the other hand, saw this as an obvious opportunity, his eyes darted to his feet, still thinking a few last thoughts before building up the courage to make a move.

Michael stretched out his arms out, trying to smoothly wrap his arm around your shoulder, you immediately notice — you turn over to where his hand landed. “You know, since we know how the movies gonna end, we could maybe — do something else to pass the time…” Michael teased nervously. 

You glance at Michael, feeling utterly surprised by his boldness, you promise yourself you aren't gonna play games with him — that you should let him do what he wants whenever you get the chance. So without hesitation, you bit your lip — staring at his, “well then what are we waiting for…?”

Michael smiled widely, but he also felt a single sweat racing down his forehead, this is really it he thought to himself. He leaned in to you for a kiss, which you have no trouble cooperating. Just like your first, the kiss was soft and light, savoring every feeling your lips moved, a rhythm Michael could easily remember and follow.

“D… Do you wanna take this in the backseat…?” Michael murmured “yeah sure..” you breathed out excitingly. You carefully hopped through the armrest to the backseat of Michael’s car, once you were there you noticed some throw pillows on both sides of the car, you couldn't help but grin, he had definitely planned all this.

You lay your head down to the pillow, stretching your legs till it met the door handle, then Michael carefully manoeuvred himself to the back as well, immediately hovering over you — as much as how much room Michael’s roll-royce had, it still manages to make the atmosphere incredibly straggled.

Michael’s heart beat was racing non-stop, feeling like it could burst any minute, you were inches apart, not just your lips — but your whole body, he could feel where his chest pressed against yours, your core pressing hard on his… lord save him cause he might just pass out. He leaned in for a kiss — taking it nice and easy, after a few more pecks he parted just to look at you.

God you were just breathtaking under his gaze. This angle of you felt very forbidden to him, towering over you — making you look small, you lay there waiting for something to happen, your big eyes stare at him — pleading, begging for him to touch you. 

“Don’t look at me like that…” Michael murmured, his head dropped — letting out a shaky breath, he felt like he was falling apart, “like what…?” you teased, the promise you made yourself was now been broken. “I’m sorry I just… I'm not used to looking at you like this…” he explained,  you brushed his hair with your fingers, then gave it a small tug, just to get him to look at you again. 

He looks at you “how about you close your eyes” you jokingly suggested, demonstrating with your eyes closed, Michael laughed with you "I'm serious…” “then be serious” you cooed “i know… but– you just look so…” Michael trailed off  “so what…?” you questioned. 

“…I’m a gentleman.” Michael taking a short hesitant pause before answering, you chuckled amusingly “well… maybe just for tonight you don’t need to be one” you pouted

“you know i can’t do that… “ Michael tilt his head, his tone slightly changes into something serious “then how about i’ll guide you… we’ll take it slow” you suggested “slow… okay” michael repeated then agrees.

“Kiss me…” you ordered, the two of you kissed passionately, from what it felt like lightly grazing each other's lips earlier to now occasionally letting your tongue slip in, Michael would jolt whenever he felt your tongue, and the faster your mouth moved the harder for him to keep up.

Michael’s hands were glued to the leather seat, he couldn’t dare to touch you, but that soon changed where you guided Michael’s hands to your clothed waist “slip your hand in Mikey…” you murmured, Michael breathed out another shaky breath, letting his hands sink in under your shirt.

The immediate contact of your skin with his made Michael choked mid kiss, his hands slowly worked his way up till he felt your bra, Michael swallowed his breath, not knowing what to do next. 

“unhook it…” you ordered again, Michael turned to you “are you sure?” he asked, you quickly nodded your head. Michael then nervously used both his hands, finding the hook on your back — after a few seconds he managed to unhook your bra, letting it loose, Michael’s hands slowly started climbing up to your breast — giving it a very light squeeze, his head dropped down buried in to your neck couldn’t help feeling shy as he lets out a whine “…you feel amazing" 

You feel satisfied by his reaction, you were giddy. “you know you could roam your hand around a little lower if you like “ you whispered into his ear “no..! n-not yet please… save it for another day” Michael quickly blurred out. You giggle by his quick response, pulling him closer to you for another kiss. 

As your lips press against each other, Michael played with your breast gently, carefully giving it a squeeze with every deep push onto your lips, his thumb circling your cold hard nipple, you let out a moan “Mikey… keep doing that” you beg, Michael understood he then started kissing your jaw gently, giving every peck a time of their own.

Soon he trailed down to your neck, your shirt and bra were now fully rolled up, every peck his soft lips grazed on your skin, felt like utter bliss. “Can I… kiss lower…?” Michael murmured into your neck — his voice vibrating on your skin. “Please…” you allowed.

He then started to kiss your lower stomach, trailing kisses everywhere, you arch your back, your finger buried deep to his curls. After that, his eyes glanced up to your face, but unintentionally got a good view of your bare chest. His eyes widened, this was his first time — he didn’t even care it looked like he was obviously staring for a long period of time.

His mouth finally opened, slipping out his raw reaction “…uhm” he fumbled his words, completely in a trance “keep going…” you snapped him out, he looked at you for a brief second before going back to your chest.

You could tell he was extra shy as his lips brushed on to your breast, taking his time extra slow. Both of his hands wrapped around your waist, he then carefully pulled out his tongue — licking each one of your nipples, you moaned softly at his touch. Michael’s brows furrowed, his heart was racing, the taste of your skin felt like his forbidden fruit, a gentleman shouldn't be enjoying this too much, but him admitting to himself that would be a straight up lie. 

“Oh Mike… Michael…” you moaned out, hearing the way you called his name was a new thrill to him, he finally went back to your face to give you kiss, this time he slipped out his tongue — kissing you passionately, his hand remains on your breast, never planned on letting go, you pulled him closer, arms slung on to his shoulders.

For what it seems like to be an eternity in heaven, you two were suddenly interrupted by a sharp knock from the backseat window, you were both startled — Michael looked turned to the window behind him seeing a silhouette outside. As he stumbles to roll down the window, you quickly pull down your shirt — hooking your bra back on, fixing your hair as well. 

Michael rolls down the window, seeing a guy standing in front — telling them that the movie was over and they and a few other cars were the only ones left on the drive-in. “We should get going,” Michael tells you as he rolls the window back up. He looked absolutely flushed and love drunk saying what he said, you couldn’t help but smile wildly and bite your lip nodding “okay!”

[blkkbratt]

QUEEN!! i adore your writing, it’s so addictive!previous ask was such a rush i thought i should send a proper one😭

could you do extremely subby!michael thriller era x reader, and reader decides to give him a hand job at their date in the library, michael being all defenseless and trying his absolute HARDEST to stay quiet (reader has him wrapped around her finger fr😋) reader refer to as baby!

A/n: AHHHHH I LOVE THIS!! Ty so much. I missed sub!michael soooo bad.

Shhh!

Contains: Black reader, sub!Michael, dom!reader, explicit content, strong language, established relationship, spit, public acts, finger sucking, thriller!era

Summary: Testing your sweet boyfriend’s willpower in the library

Now playing: Say yes - Floetry

The air was filled with the scent of wood and dusty books. It was very few people in the library, and the small sounds of a type writer could be heard.

You and Michael were on the second level, all the way in the back covered by a large bookshelf. You went under the pretense of a nice way to end y’all’s date. You both were readers so you separately chose a book that seemed interesting to sit and read.

Anyone would’ve expected the sweet couple to be quietly chatting, showing each other what’s going on in their stories. Michael thought the same until he realized how truly distracting it was.

His hand quivered feeling you palm his bulge that formed under his jeans. He glanced over at you, and your eyes were glazing over words in your chosen novel.

He swallowed before leaning to whisper to you, “Do we need to leave?”

You looked at him, hand not stopping its movements. “Why, baby?” You deserved an acting nomination, as if you had genuine concern in your eyes.

He opened his mouth but your hand added a pressure, causing him to choke out a moan. He slapped his hands over his mouth, checking to see if the coast was clear.

“Shhh Mikey, read and be quiet.” You told him. He nodded, attention shifting back to his sci-fi novel. The words blurred before his eyes as you continued rubbing on his clothed dick.

He felt it pulsing beneath his boxers. His heart could’ve stopped feeling your hand unzip his jeans, maneuvering to where his dick was out.

His eyes darted across the library, paranoid that anyone could see. Looking at you once again, you showed no reaction, as if your book was the most interesting piece of literature in the world.

As your hand wrapped around his bare dick, his eyes flickered back for a split second. He didn’t notice the small smile that formed on your face, knowing he was crumbling before your hands.

His fingers gripped the edges of his book trying to focus on anything else. Your hand slightly twisted his tip causing a whimper to spill from his lips.

“Shh.” You told him, not taking your eyes off the book. He was going absolutely insane, feeling as if he was being tortured. The analog clock ticked loudly behind him adding to the tense atmosphere.

You removed your hand, and he couldn’t ignore the mix of relief but disappointment he felt. Only for the arousal and dread to come back full speed seeing your palm close to his mouth.

He knew what you wanted, for him to spit so you can stroke his dick easier. He debated knowing he would be done for if he did it, but he felt your tense stare on the side of his face.

He swallowed nervously before spitting into your palm, and braced himself as he watched your hand go back to his length. As soon as he felt the warm thick liquid cover him, he tossed his head back.

His hips instinctively bucked into your hand while he panted heavily into the air. Your attention was completely off the book, shifting closer to Michael. You leaned to whisper in his ear, “you’re doing so good f’me baby.”

He couldn’t fight his eyes rolling back, tiny moans spilling out of his mouth. The small slick sound of your hand pumping his dick didn’t go unnoticed as you kissed his neck.

“P-please—I-i don’t wanna cum here.” He whimpered, hand coming to grip your wrist. “Move your hand baby.” You said kindly but Michael knew better.

He hesitantly moved his hands watching his tip reappear every time your hand went down his length. “You gotta be quiet for me, baby.” You told him and he quickly nodded.

He felt the small ball began to form in his stomach, chasing after your hand. He bit his bottom lip, eyes glossing over from holding back in his noises. Your tongue slowly trailed up his jaw, causing another tiny moan to be drawn out.

“Suck.” You demanded, bringing your ring and middle finger to his mouth. He wrapped his lips around them as you continued to stroke his dick.

His tongue wandered around your fingers, eyes rolled back as he was on the edge of his orgasm. You revealed his tip once more, letting a glob of spit drop from your own mouth to coat him.

The feeling of the warm liquid drop onto his dick sent him over board. His small whimpers snuck past your fingers, covering your hand in splatters of his cum.

You stroked him through his orgasm, as his body shook in pleasure.

“Gotta start being quiet baby.”

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[nyctogeny]

i am so fucking tired of this picture

let it be known that this is an ai generated picture of michael jackson. i understand that people want to celebrate his vitiligo and emphasize the beauty of it, but this is not the way to go. this is especially heinous when there are real pictures that show the blotches and patches on his skin

i'm begging y'all to put that photo to rest. i even feel that the existence of it is disrespectful. it kinda gives off the message of "this type of vitiligo is acceptable."

[cermoore]

taglist ᝰ.ᐟ

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ Hi lovelies! i’m starting a tag list for future Michael J. Jackson fics. My work contains smutty, fluffy and angsty one-shots. Comment if you want to be apart of it! [dm if you want to be removed] masterlist so far

[angelfcee]

love secret ⊱ michael jackson

⊱ jackson5!michael x f!reader ◞ Sneaking out of Janet’s bedroom during a sleepover to see her brother on the sly turns your secret romance with Michael from into a night of undeniable, breathless passion.

⊱ best friends brother, smut, soft dom!michael, sub!reader, p in v without protection, secret relationship, Janet jackson

The digital clock on Janet’s nightstand glowed a faint, green ‘2:14 AM’. Beside you, Janet was completely dead to the world, her breathing deep and even, one arm flung over her face.

You waited another agonizing five minutes, your heart hammering against your ribs, before you carefully peeled back the heavy blankets. The floorboards in the sprawling mansion were a minefield of potential creaks, but you knew the layout by heart now. Slipping out of the bedroom, you closed the door until it clicked into place with a sound that felt deafening in the dead silence of the house.

The hallway was freezing, but your skin felt entirely on fire. You hurried down the corridor, your bare feet making no sound on the plush runners, until you reached the door at the very end. You didn't even have to knock; the handle turned instantly, and a pair of large, warm hands reached out, wrapping around your waist and pulling you into the darkness before you could even blink.

The door shut silently behind you. Before you could whisper his name, Michael’s lips were on yours. It wasn't his usual sweet, hesitant greeting; it was urgent, starved, and heavy with the frustration of a whole day spent pretending you were just his little sister’s friend.

He backed you up against the wood of the door, his frame pinning you flat. One of his long-fingered hands cupped the back of your head, deep-fleshing the kiss, his tongue sliding against yours in a rhythm that made your knees instantly turn to water.

"You took too long," he murmured against your mouth, his breath hot and ragged. His thumbs traced your jawline, his dark eyes wide and burning even in the dim moonlight filtering through his sheer curtains. "I was about to come get you myself."

"Janet wouldn't stop talking," you whispered back, your hands finding the soft fabric of his button-down shirt. "Michael, we have to be so careful. If anyone wakes up—"

"Shh." He cut you off with another bruising kiss, his hands traveling down your sides to grip your hips, lifting you effortlessly. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, your nightshirt riding up. "I know. Just stay quiet for me, baby. Totally quiet."

He carried you across the room, his movements fluid and entirely silent, before laying you down on the center of his massive, unmade bed. The mattress dipped, and then he was hovering over you, shedding his shirt in one fluid motion. His bare chest pressed against yours, the heat radiating off him intoxicating.

Michael didn't waste any time. The agony of the secret was a driving force, making every touch intense. His large hands slid under the hem of your shirt, smoothing up your ribs until he found your breasts, kneading them through the thin fabric of your bra. A soft gasp escaped your lips, and Michael immediately caught it with his mouth, sucking the sound straight from your throat.

"So beautiful," he breathed, shifting down to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, down the column of your neck, and right over your collarbone. He bit gently at the soft skin there, making you arch your back, your fingers tangling desperately in his curls.

He reached down, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your underwear and sliding them down your legs. You kicked them off, your breath hitching as his hand moved back up your inner thigh. When his fingers brushed against your center, you were already completely slick, aching for him. Michael let out a low, rough growl of approval, his thumb rubbing over your sweet spot in deep, agonizingly perfect circles.

You had to bite down hard on your own knuckles to keep from crying out as a wave of heat rushed through you. Michael watched your face in the dark, his expression heavy-lidded and intensely focused on your pleasure.

"Look at me," he whispered, his voice dropping into that deep, husky register he only used behind closed doors. He reached for his trousers, freeing himself, his eyes never leaving yours. "Look at me, baby."

He guided himself to your opening, rubbing against you for one torturous second before pushing inside. He slid in all at once, deep and unyielding. The sheer fullness of him made your eyes widen, a sharp breath catching in your throat.

Michael instantly covered your mouth with his hand, his long fingers filtering the muffled, needy whimpers that escaped you.

"I know, I know," he crooned into your ear, his hips beginning to move. "Hold onto me. Don't make a sound."

He established a slow, devastatingly deep rhythm. Because he couldn't move wildly without risk, every single thrust was deliberate, heavy, and aimed right at the spot that made your toes curl. His chest slammed against yours with a soft, fleshy rhythm, the only other sound in the room being the frantic, synchronized rustle of the silk sheets.

The pleasure was overwhelming, heightened by the absolute terror of getting caught. Every time you felt a moan rising in your chest, Michael was there to kiss it away, or you were burying your face directly into his neck, biting his shoulder to smother the sound. His skin tasted faintly of salt and cocoa butter, and he was sweating now, his muscles flexing beneath your hands as he drove deeper and faster, losing his own control.

"You're so tight," he gasped out, his head rolling back for a fraction of a second before he locked his eyes back onto yours. His thrusts became shorter, harder, completely relentless. "I'm close, baby. Come for me. Quietly."

The friction was perfect. Your walls clamped around him tightly, and that was the trigger. You shattered first, your body trembling violently, a silent, weeping climax crashing over you. Feeling your pulsing contractions, Michael let out a muffled, breathless groan against your neck, his hips giving three more deep, heavy surges before he locked his jaw and came inside you, his whole body going completely rigid.

For a long time, the only movement was the heavy, synchronized rise and fall of your chests. Michael collapsed against you, his face buried in the crook of your neck, his breath stuttering against your skin.

Slowly, he slipped out of you and rolled to the side, pulling you tightly against his chest and draping the heavy quilt over both of your damp bodies. He kissed the top of your head, his hand gently stroking your back as your breathing finally slowed.

"You have to go back soon," he murmured softly, a hint of sadness in his voice.

"I know," you whispered, snuggling closer into his warmth, wishing the night could last forever.

"But until then," Michael smiled in the dark, his fingers tracing your hip under the covers, "just stay right here."

[angelfacediary]

I have a request from Jaafar x reader where you force him to read a book to you while you satisfy him 🫠🫠 it could be from Michael too, you choose.

Eyes on the page

Pairing: Michael x reader

Content: in which Michael reads while you give him a hand job !

Contains: hand jobs and subby mike !!

A/n: this is super short, but enjoy anyway (ó﹏ò｡)

It was one of those nights where it almost seemed too quiet. The sounds of the crickets filled the night as the wind blew heavily against the window, making it rattle in its frame. The rain lightly beating against the house, gently patting against the window, acted as background music for the dimly lit room, the lewd sounds of the groans filling the air as Michael quietly read the occasional stutter, followed by a whimper.

The warmth of your hand against the shaft of his cock, feeling the groove of each vein as your hand slowly moved up and down, letting your thumb run over his slit once or twice, drawing the sounds of his pretty moans. His body lurched forward sporadically before landing back onto the back of the chair.

His fingers dug deep into the pages of the book, the pages becoming more and more crinkled by the moment. His mind had gone hazy a long time ago. The only thing you could think about was the way your hand twisted around his cock, the firm grip adding intense pleasure that ripped another whine from his throat.

“C'mon, Mikey, keep reading," you cooed, adjusting your position on the tiled floors.

"Oh…oh…okay." He tried to adjust his eyes to the words on the paper, but they all seemed to blur into one. His grip on the book loosened, his head tossing back as you sped up the pace; the sound of spit mixed with his pre-cum, filling the air.

“I can't hear you. "You slowed down that satisfying pace, now becoming less satisfying.

“If you don't keep reading, I'm going to stop." That really got him. He whined, letting his hips buck wildly in attempts to gain any kind of friction.

“Please don't… I'll read, I'll be good," his hips still bucking as you sped up, letting your lips latch on to his head. The warmth from your mouth was now distracting him even more as he stuttered, trying to get the first word out. He wasn't even a paragraph in, yet he couldn't even try and get the words out, the sensation of the pleasure completely taking over his senses.

Suddenly everything felt more quiet than it should have as he fell forward, his head now placed in the crook of your neck. The warmth from his heavy breathing fanned over your collarbone as his body shook violently. The white spots in his vision seemed to multiply as he came, a loud cry ripping through his throat out into the spacious room.

“Oh god, your hands are s'good." His lips pressed against your neck.

"Mikey," you spoke up, watching as he pulled back, now looking you in the eyes.“Hm?”

“You didn't even finish the first chapter; now we have to do it again."

©angelfacediary

Requests : open

[buckysgirlll]

♬ “—everything real big!”♬

☙ FEATURING: off the wall!michael x fem!reader

☙ SYNOPSIS: you and michael try to be intimate for the first time but… it doesn’t fit.

WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI — there’s no plot btw, dry humping, “just the tip” , virginity loss (reader & michael) reader literally begs for it but regrets it after, cockwarming i think, fingering, no use of y/n

☙ WORD COUNT: 1k

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“michael…” you whisper against his lips, you’re sitting on his lap, on the couch in the living room. and you’ve been kissing for what has felt like hours. you already feel the growing bulge in his slacks and you love hearing the slight moan come out of his lips when you accidentally rub yourself on his length.

“mikey, please…” you whine, his hand bunching your skirt around your waist. his hips buck up into yours causing you to ground your clothed pussy onto his crotch faster. you feel your hole clenching on nothing, your panties probably drenched from you being so wet.

you and michael are still fresh in your relationship, having been friends for years until you both couldn’t deny the attraction any longer. you guys have done everything but fuck. you’ve sucked him off, he’s eaten your pussy like he’s starving, he’s plunged his long, thick fingers inside of your warmth, stretching your cunt to its limits and as much as it feels good, you want more.

no you need more.

you need to feel the delicious burn of his dick pushing inside of you, kissing your cervix, wedging himself so far into you that you’re sure you’ll feel him in your stomach.

“mama—”

you interrupt him catching his bottom lip between your teeth. his breath catches in his throat when he feels his dick throb with need.

“i wanna feel you,” you mumble, trailing kisses down his neck, nibbling and sucking his skin.

“baby…” you hear his breath hitch, his hips pushing up into you once again.

“do you not want to fuck me?” you ask him, sitting up straight so your core is firmly pressed onto his bulge.

he lets out a weak breath, like he’s struggling to contain himself. “i do… i wanna make love to you so bad but—”

“what’s stopping you?” you pout. “i’m right here and im already aching to feel you inside of me, look…” you grab his hand, pushing it in between your bodies to your clothed cunt, letting him feel how soaked you are.

“fuck.” michael whispers, pushing your underwear to the side without even realising. you gasp when his fingers circle around your opening gathering your slickness.

“you’re already so wet.” you try and hide your grin at the pure desperation in his voice.

“i know.” you grin. your mouth suddenly falls open when you feel the thickness of his finger pushing inside of your spongy walls.

“mikey…” you moan, grasping his forearm. he hums, working his finger in and out of you.

“i was trying to be a gentleman ma, but you keep on making it so hard for me.” you nod, even though his eyes are focused on the movements of his finger inside of you. it’s like he’s just talking to himself.

“please.” you beg. “ill be so good, i promise.”

you hear something close to a growl escape michael’s throat. you yelp when you’re suddenly flipped onto your back on the couch, with michael above you.

his lips crash down onto yours, slipping his tongue into your mouth with ease. the kiss is messy, a mix of tongue and the occasional clash of teeth, but you don’t care. you even wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer to you.

you keep kissing him, hearing the sound of his belt unbuckling.

michael pushes his pants down just far enough to free out his length, before rubbing it against you cunt and gathering all of your wetness. you suck in a breath, feeling the tip catching onto your entrance.

you wince feeling the pressure of him trying to push it inside, your hole trying to suck him in.

michael breaks apart from the kiss, looking down and pushing his hips more forward, trying to get at least the tip in.

your eyebrows furrow, feeling just a slight bit of pain. you mentally shrug, thinking it’s normal and just raise your head, pressing your lips back against michael’s.

the distraction works for a second too long, until the painful ache starts to get even unbearable. “is it in?” you ask. looking down to see that the tip hasn’t even breached your entrance yet.

“i—” michael blushes, “it’s not going in. m’trying.” you feel the burn of him pushing his hips forward again, pressing your hand against his stomach.

“it’s not going to fit.” you swallow, embarrassment eating you up alive.

what kind of girlfriend are you if you can’t even take your boyfriends dick?

michael looks down at you, then looks at his enlarged member. he bites his bottom lip like he’s thinking. you honestly want the couch to swallow you up whole, you’ve never been so embarrassed.

“uh.. maybe if i just—” you gasp, clutching onto his shoulder when the burning intensifies and you feel the tip of his member pop inside of you.

michael hisses at the penetration, never actually feeling something so damn tight before. it feels like you’re trying to suck the skin off of his dick.

you on the other hand have never felt so full. you’re aware that it’s just the tip, but you don’t believe you have any more room available for the rest of his length.

“oh god.” you pant, resting your head back on the arm of the couch. “i underestimated how big you actually are.” you whine, when he pushes his hips forward again, causing another inch to slip inside.

“i don’t think i can take anymore.” you gulp, already digging your nails into his back.

michael nods, dropping his head in the crook of your neck. “i agree… why don’t we just stay like this for a while.”

you nod quickly, believing that if he does thrust another inch inside of you then he might just tear you apart from the inside.

you may have been too greedy and underestimated the size of your boyfriend.

on the bright side, it’s only you guys’ first time so maybe next time you’ll be able to take all of him.

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