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mj’s world 🐆

[applesange1]

either mj nation is gonna tear me apart or be insanely happy about this… don’t let mj twt find out pls 😭

i feel like this sounds like him…

not AI // listen w headphones!!

[7typicaln7gga7]

okay but imagine him doing this on the phone with you. hearing him breathe heavy n whimper, pleading if he can nut for you

i need a fucking cigarette

[loserclaire]

sweet caress ᝰ

⋆. 𐙚 otw! michael loves fingering you , mdni 18+

 

“michael…”

you couldn’t swallow down the noises that spilled from your trembling lips, his fingers moving with a beautiful, agonizingly slow rhythm that heightened the pleasure and desperation in your body. his thumb applied just enough pressure on your clit, rubbing the sensitive skin in circular motions that made every muscle in your jaw tighten. you gripped just a bit tighter on his bicep, grasping onto him while he utterly ruined you.

michael immediately looked up at the sound of your voice, his attention turning from his fingers inside of you to your completely fucked-out expression. your lips were parted slightly, needy whimpers escaping from your chest, as your eyes were fluttered shut, your eyebrows creasing in pure pleasure from the feeling of his fingers moving against your sensitive bud. he felt your hand gripping his bicep as he worked his fingers inside of you with precise movements he’d been waiting to use on you since he saw you in your short, little skirt.

michael could’ve came just at the sight of you like this; your lower body completely bare underneath him as you squirmed under his touch, your breasts perfectly pushed up against your black laced bra from his angle as you threw your head to the side against the pillow, not bearing the intoxicating weight of his eyes solely on you.

suddenly, you arched your back off the bed slightly when he found your sweet spot, the sensation far too overwhelming to stay still. your grip on his bicep tightened as he continued the flow of his beautifully slow strokes, a sharp gasp catching in your throat as you threw your head back.

“yeah? right there, baby?” he murmured, his voice emerged in lust as he placed his fingers on your chin, turning your face towards him as he rubbed that spot over and over again. you fluttered your eyes open, incredibly heavy-lidded from satisfaction as he continued the rhythm of intimacy against your bud, his fingers tearing soft moans from your bruised lips. “you feel that?”

you couldn’t take it anymore. the sound of his voice whispering filthy secrets, the feeling of his digits working so well against your wetness, the sight of his eyes never leaving yours as he took you down, was too much to take in. you lifted your hips slightly, grinding against his digits desperately to feel him more.

you could only moan louder in response, too overwhelmed to even form coherent words. he entirely wiped out every trace of thought from your brain, your whole world narrowing down to the friction of his finger against your sensitive clit in the quiet darkness of the bedroom. but even in the haze of your own pleasure, you were also becoming hyper aware of how incredibly loud you were starting to get, an embarrassing heat creeping onto your cheeks as his digits still worked with a precise gentleness against your bud.

you quickly bit down on your bottom lip, trying to muffle the moans that he threatened to spill from you from the way he moved his fingers with an agonizing slow motion on your core, pulling beautiful sounds from your lips. but as hard as you desperately tried to keep your noises low, you accidentally kept tearing needy whimpers from your throat.

michael noticed instantly at what you were trying to do, and he was not having it. he took his free hand that lied next to your head and placed it on your bottom lip, pulling the flush out of your teeth’s grip and pulling it down, making you part your lips as yet another moan escaped from your chest the second he freed your bottom lip.

“uh uh… let me hear you baby,” he murmured, his voice a low velvet, so thick with desire as he never tore his vision from the way your eyebrows creased in pure pleasure by his fingers. he felt a sudden sense of possessiveness from the sight, your mouth spilling beautiful noises and your body squirming underneath him all because of his fingers. because hes the only one who knows your body to this extent, and he absolutely loved the thought of no one being able to pull this reaction out of you. “let me hear how good this feels.”

you almost came just by the sound of his voice whispering dirty talk, heavily contrasting to how he was perceived in the public. michael was so famously known for his gentleman demeanor, his voice so soft-spoken, so sweet. but right now, while his fingers were working their way on your sensitive clit, and you cried his name like some type of prayer, something else took over him, something deep in unfiltered lust and desire. that made his voice so full of rasp and emotion. your hand found his wrist, holding onto him as he never stopped that beautiful pressure against your bud.

“that feels s’good baby…” you managed to murmur out, your voice a seductive velvet with a soft rasp to it, your voice dropping low for the intention of his ears only. your eyes clouded over with pleasure as the movement of his fingers continued on your clit. “youre gonna make me cum like this.”

michael’s breath hitched, your words going straight to the ache in his jeans, his boxers feeling uncomfortably tighter than before from the fierce, sexy neediness in your voice. he gasped at the sound of your words, his eyes looking deeply into your half-lidded ones as he completely lost himself in you, the look in your eyes far too intoxicating to tear away from.

“yeah? cum for me, mama… show me how much you love this.” he whispered seductively, his face coming inches away from yours as he nearly drove you to the very edge, your walls clamping around his fingers as the sound of your wetness could be heard in the bedroom, making your face flush a beautiful crimson as he chased after your pleasure.

that was all you needed, the coil in your tummy about ready to burst from the intense gentleness of his fingers pumping in and out of you, curling just right at your g-spot, and the lust in his voice was driving you completely insane.

his lips teasingly grazed yours from how close you guys were, your gaze tearing away from his eyes for a split second to his swollen, pink lips, his parted mouth flashing you an invitation to slide your tongue in and take all of his oxygen from his lungs. in one swift motion, you cupped his face in your hands and crashed your lips against his own, his tongue immediately clashing with yours. he swallowed all of your moans, whimpers, and cries all while he curled his fingers perfectly inside of you. “m’gonna.. oh michael—”

michael let out a groan at the sudden contact, the sound of your moans against his lips heightening the overwhelming intimacy between you two. you were quite literally drinking each others voices in, swallowing each others groans and whimpers that helplessly slipped from both your lips. the ache in his pants became far too intense to ignore, and the vibration of your breathless moans against his lips made it terribly worse. he pathetically rubbed himself against the mattress, rolling his hips in slow grinds next to you as he rubbed circular motions on your sensitive clit until you couldn’t take it anymore.

you felt it. you could feel the friction of his jeans sliding against your thigh on the mattress. he was getting off to fingering you. you didn’t even have to look to know what he was doing. your mouth went slack, a loud, needy moan escaping your lips as your orgasm finally erupted, the coil in your stomach completely snapping and flooding your body with immense pleasure. you threw your head back against the pillow, whimpers helplessly slipping from your throat as you rode out your high, your body jerking from the intense push his fingers brought upon you.

michael didnt falter his movements, his fingers still moving with a beautiful rhythm as he continued to rub himself against the mattress, cumming right in his pants from the flushed look on your face and the sound of your high-pitched moans in the quiet, moonlit room. he leaned down, taking advantage of the open space of your throat as he peppered wet, open kisses along the nape of your neck, pulling sweet moans from your mouth with every ‘pop’ of his lips.

“ive got you, baby.” he whispered, his voice low against your earlobe as he pulled away from your neck with one last ‘pop’, coming only inches away from your flushed lips, leaning his forehead against yours, your faces so close to the point that you were breathing in each others air, his exhales traveling into your inhales. “you okay?”

he looked deeply into your heavy-lidded eyes, your pupils dilated until your eyes were pooled entirely black. you nodded weakly, a breathless chuckle escaping your lips as your breathing began to slow down after collecting yourself from your intense finish, soft whimpers and breaths spilling from your chest. “mhm… im so much more than okay.”

he smiled down at you, a gentle tug of his lips as he placed a deep, soft kiss on your bruised lips, swallowing in your hums of satisfaction. he slowly slid his fingers out of your wetness, earning a soft whine from your lips, and lifting it up between your bodies. you looked at it, your breath catching in your throat from how dirty the scene was. your cum slid down his index finger, the thick white liquid threatening to spill down onto your chest from how quick it was drooping down his finger. in one swift motion, you took his wrist, guiding his hand toward your lips as you latched your mouth onto his fingers, sucking yourself clean off his digits.

michael’s eyes slightly widened, the sudden warmth of your mouth sucking on his fingers catching him completely off guard, making him lean back slightly to get a better view of you sucking his cum-covered fingers. your cheeks hallowed slightly, taking his fingers deeper to lick him clean of your arousal. he let out a quiet groan as you swirled your tongue around his finger, sucking your sweetness off his digits.

you stared up at him through your lashes, robbing the oxygen out of his lungs with the look on your face alone. you let out a hum of satisfaction against his fingers as you continued the deep stare into his dilated pupils, tasting yourself on his long, slender fingers as the sweetness rolled on your tongue.

the corner of his mouth tugged into a smirk of pure adoration, his eyes never leaving your blown-out, doe ones. before he could swallow it down, he let out a quiet hum when you sucked the last bit of your arousal from his fingers, licking every drop of cum off his digits before pulling away with a ‘pop’, leaving his fingers coated in your sweet saliva as you gave the tip of his middle finger a gentle kiss as a beautiful gesture of appreciation.

“god, you’re so beautiful.” he whispered, his gaze locked on your perfectly clouded eyes. from the sound of his praise, you let out a breathless giggle from his comment, your heart fluttering with intense butterflies.

you took his hand that you just latched off of and brought it to cradle your cheek, your face leaning into his touch as you reached behind his neck to pull him into another slow, passionate kiss. the pressure of your lips an unspoken conversation that you appreciated everything he just gave into you without saying the words just yet. he let out a hum of relief from the feeling of your soft lips against his, moving with a gentle rhythm that you entirely created on your own.

“i love you.” you murmured against his lips, diving right back into another kiss, desperate to feel his lips against yours again. he could taste yourself on your lips, the sweetness on your tongue rubbing against his taste buds, pulling him deep until he was entirely drunk off your lips. “im so in love with you.”

michael’s heart nearly thumped out of his chest, the weight of your words hitting him straight in his veins. he pulled back from your swollen, flushed lips to read your expressive eyes in the dark. you were deep in admiration, the back of your fingers mindlessly grazing up and down his arm, caressing his bicep as he shuddered from your soft touch.

“i love you so much, baby.” he admitted, smiling softly down at you as he brushed a little piece of your hair away from your eyes to see you better. “my beautiful girl.”

you smiled against his lips, your mouth continuing sweet pecks on his lips before a sudden contact made the breath in your lungs hitch completely. his huge bulge hitting against your bare thigh. you froze for a split second, the realization hitting you that he’s still incredibly hard from fingering you. you placed one last kiss on his lips before placing a hand on his chest, giving it a firm push as he fell against the mattress in a sudden, smooth motion.

michael let out a surprised gasp, his eyes scanning your every movement when you lifted yourself off the bed and lifted your leg over his lap, straddling him completely as his hands instinctively reached up to your waist, anchoring you there as his chest heaved up and down from the frantic thump of his heart.

“sweetheart… what, what are you doing?” he murmured, his breath uneven as he gripped your waist tighter, a way of holding himself together from the friction of your bare folds against his jean covered bulge, the sensation making his eyes flutter shut for half a second as he secretly loved the assertiveness you suddenly fueled in your bones.

“i can feel how hard you are, baby.” you whispered seductively, your fingers finding the zipper of his jeans as you impatiently tugged the metal down to eagerly free his length. “let me take care of it…”

“fuck… just like that, mama…”

a/n: HEY BEAUTYS this is my first post on tumblr?!!! holy debut but i hope yall enjoy mwah - claire *‧˚

[prettyoungcee]

i am absolutely not responsible for the person i become when thick michael is brought up in the conversation

i wanna rub on his belly

[kkgalerii]

٠࣪⭑ SWEET DEFIANCE ;1989

ᥫ᭡. description: one stubborn argument, a pair of vibrating panties, and a crowded paris restaurant. trapped in the back of a luxury sedan, the remote control turns a petty power struggle into a breathless, desperate surrender.

content: 18+, smut, vibrating panties, bad!michael, public, car sex, dryhumping, feet play???, arguing, extreme teasing, THIS FREAKY ASF …

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the rain was tapping against the hotel window in paris, a soft, steady rhythm that did absolutely nothing to calm the storm brewing inside the luxurious suite. the air was thick, heavy with the kind of silence that makes your ears ring.

you and michael had been arguing for forty-eight hours straight. it had started over something incredibly stupid. he was being impatient, rushing you to get ready for some big press event he had to attend, and your stubborn streak had kicked in hard. you had refused to let him hurry you, digging your heels in, and before either of you knew it, the whole thing had blown up into a massive, exhausting argument. you had spent the last two days sleeping on opposite sides of the massive king bed, barely even making eye contact.

but tonight was different. tonight, you had reservations at one of the most exclusive, hardest-to-get-into restaurants in all of paris. it had taken michael’s team months of pulling favors to secure a table, and despite the heavy wall of anger between you, neither of you wanted to back down and cancel. it was a matter of pride. you were both going to see this through, even if it meant sitting in icy silence across from each other all night.

you stood in front of the gold-trimmed vanity mirror, carefully zipping up a gorgeous, backless silk dress. it hugged every curve of your body, the dark fabric making your skin glow under the warm lights of the dressing room. in the reflection, you saw michael step into the room. he stopped dead in his tracks.

for a split second, his jaw slackened. his dark eyes softened, melting from the hard, annoyed expression he’d been wearing for days into pure, unfiltered admiration. he looked at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

"you look beautiful, baby," he murmured, his voice soft, husky, and filled with a quiet sincerity that almost made you want to drop your guard right then and there.

for a moment, the thick ice between you started to thaw. you felt a blush creep up your neck. but instead of saying anything, you just turned around to grab your undergarments from the vanity drawer, wanting to keep up your protective wall.

michael always had his team stock your wardrobe with beautiful things whenever you traveled together. there were boxes of designer clothes, shoes, and lingerie waiting for you in every city. so, when you reached into the drawer and pulled out a pair of silky black panties you didn't quite recognize, you didn't think twice. you liked the lace detailing and the sleek look of them, so you stepped into them and pulled them up.

michael’s eyes went wide. his jaw practically dropped to the floor, his entire demeanor shifting in an instant from romantic admiration to sheer panic.

"wait, no, no. don't put those on," he said, his voice suddenly urgent as he stepped toward you, holding his hands up as if to stop you.

you snapped your head up, your stubbornness flaring right back to life. "why not? they're cute. and you bought them, didn't you?"

"yes, i bought them, but they aren't for going out," he said, a sudden flush of red creeping up his neck and dusting his cheekbones. he looked incredibly flustered, trying to maintain his polite, gentlemanly composure while clearly panicking. "they're... they are different, sweetheart. please, just take them off and put on a normal pair. we have to go, and those are not suitable for a restaurant."

"suitable?" you scoffed, crossing your arms over your chest. "you've been rushing me and being impatient all day, michael. now i finally find something i actually want to wear, and you're telling me no? what is your problem?"

"i'm not trying to be difficult," he said, taking a deep, steadying breath, trying to keep his voice calm and gentle even though his eyes were wide. "i am telling you, as a gentleman, that wearing those tonight is a very, very bad idea. please, listen to me just this once. change into something else."

your stubbornness was like a brick wall. the more he pushed, the more you wanted to resist. "no. you don't get to tell me what to do just because you're in a bad mood. you're always trying to control everything around you, michael. i'm wearing them, and that's final."

"i am not trying to control you!" he argued, his voice rising an octave in pure frustration, though he still kept his hands neatly tucked near his sides, trying not to look aggressive. "you are being incredibly stubborn right now, and you don't even know what you're doing. just listen to me!"

"i'm leaving," you snapped, grabbing your small clutch purse from the vanity. "the reservation is in twenty minutes. meet me in the car if you're actually coming."

you turned on your heel, your heels clicking loudly against the hardwood floor as you marched out of the suite and slammed the door behind you.

michael stood alone in the dressing room, running a hand through his curls, letting out a long, stressed exhale. his eyes fell on the nightstand, landing on a tiny, sleek black remote control that had been hidden behind a jewelry box. a sudden, dark, mischievous look crossed his handsome face. the perfect gentleman in him knew he shouldn't, but the frustrated, teased man in him won out. he walked over, snatched up the remote, slipped it deep into his trousers pocket, and headed out to catch up with you.

the ride to the restaurant in the back of the town car was completely, painfully silent. you stared out the window at the glowing lights of the eiffel tower, refusing to look at him. michael sat on his side of the seat, his hands resting on his knees, his face a mask of polite calm, though his fingers occasionally twitched against his thighs.

when you arrived at the restaurant, it was everything you expected. the lighting was low and romantic, the air smelled of expensive truffles and aged wine, and the dining room was filled with the soft murmur of wealthy patrons and a few very recognizable celebrities. you both kept it casual, nodding politely to a couple of people who recognized michael, putting on a perfect front for the public.

the host led you to a cozy, secluded booth in the corner, offering a bit of privacy while still keeping you in view of the rest of the room. you sat down across from each other, the small table with its crisp white tablecloth the only thing separating you.

"are you still going to pout all night?" michael asked quietly, leaning forward slightly, his dark eyes locked onto yours. his voice was soft, but there was a sharp edge of frustration underneath it.

"i'm not pouting. i'm enjoying the silence," you shot back, keeping your voice low as you gave him a sweet, incredibly fake smile. "it's much better than listening to you rush me."

before michael could reply, a waitress smoothly approached the table. "bonsoir, welcome to l'ambroisie. i am celline, and i will be taking care of you tonight. can i start you with some of our finest champagne before the first course?"

as the waitress spoke, you kept your eyes on michael, giving him another defiant, stubborn look.

michael didn't say a word. instead, he kept his polite, gentle smile fixed on the waitress, but his right hand slipped slowly into his pants pocket.

his thumb found the power button. he clicked it. a sudden, violent, buzzing hum exploded right against your clit.

"ah—!" the gasp ripped out of your throat before you could stop it. your eyes flew wide, your pupils dilating instantly as a massive shockwave of intense, concentrated heat shot straight up your spine and buzzed through your brain. your body reacted instantly; your thighs clamped shut so hard and fast that your knees knocked against the underside of the table with a sharp thud, causing the water glasses to jingle.

the waitress paused, her pen hovering over her pad. she blinked, looking at you with concern. "are you alright, madame?"

you looked at michael in absolute, horrified shock. your heart was hammering against your ribs, and your breath was suddenly shallow. you couldn't believe it. the panties. they were vibrating. and he had the remote.

michael didn't even flinch. his face was a picture of pure, gentlemanly innocence. he looked at the waitress with a soft, reassuring smile. "she's quite alright, thank you, celline. the paris air is just a bit chilly tonight, and she's a little sensitive to the draft. we will gladly take the champagne, please. and perhaps you could keep the ice water coming throughout the evening?"

"of course, monsieur. right away," celline nodded warmly, completely charmed by his polite demeanor, and turned to walk toward the bar.

the very second her back was turned, you leaned across the table as far as you could, your knuckles turning white as you gripped the edge of the mahogany wood. the low, steady hum between your legs was relentless, sending continuous, warm waves of friction directly against your most sensitive spot. you could already feel a heavy dampness blooming in the silk fabric.

"michael," you hissed, your voice shaking so hard you could barely get the words out. "what is this? what did you do to me?"

michael leaned in, resting his elbows on the table, clasping his hands together right under his chin. he looked incredibly handsome, but his eyes were dancing with a dark, wicked amusement that made your stomach flip.

"see why i told you not to wear those, baby?" he murmured, his voice dropping to a low, velvety purr that was meant for your ears only. "you never want to listen to me. you get so stubborn, and i really, really hate that."

he slid his hand back into his pocket. click. the frequency changed. instead of a steady hum, it began to pulse in a rhythmic, throbbing pattern—slow, then incredibly fast, then slow again.

"oh god," you whimpered, your head dropping. you squeezed your thighs together as hard as you could, desperately trying to stifle the physical sensation, but the pressure only pushed the small, hard motor of the toy directly against your swollen clit. you gasped, a tiny, breathless moan slipping past your lips. you had to bite your tongue to keep from making a scene in the middle of the crowded dining room.

"turn it off," you whispered, glaring at him through eyes that were already glazed over with sudden, intense arousal. "michael, i swear to god, turn it off right now. this isn't funny."

"i'm not laughing, sweetheart," michael replied, his voice still incredibly calm, polite, and steady, though his eyes were burning as he watched your chest heave. "you wanted to be a big girl and make your own decisions. now you have to live with them. i tried to warn you, but you just had to walk out that door."

"you're a jerk," you gasped out, your body trembling as a particularly strong pulse of vibration hit you, making your hips twitch slightly against the plush leather booth. "a selfish, impatient, petty jerk."

michael's jaw clenched. the smug, playful look on his face vanished, replaced by a flash of genuine, frustrated heat. he did not like being called names, especially when he was already running on forty-eight hours of sexual frustration from your arguments.

"is that what i am?" he murmured, his voice dropping an octave, becoming dangerously low. "well, if i'm so petty..."

he reached into his pocket to press the button again, but before he could, a loud, booming voice interrupted the quiet tension of your table.

"michael! my good friend! i cannot believe my eyes!"

you both snapped your heads up. walking toward your table was a very famous european film director, a man michael had worked with on a music video project a couple of years ago. he was loud, flamboyant, incredibly chatty, and loved nothing more than the sound of his own voice.

michael immediately stood up halfway, his professional, polite persona snapping back into place instantly. "pierre! what a wonderful surprise. i didn't know you were in paris."

"ah, just for a few days to scout locations!" pierre boomed, stepping close to the table and shaking michael's hand warmly. "and who is this lovely lady? you must introduce us!"

"this is my fiancée," michael said smoothly, his hand resting casually in his pants pocket. he shot you a quick, warning look. it was a silent command: behave yourself and act normal.

you forced a tight, polite smile onto your face, even though your entire lower body was buzzing like a live wire. "nice to meet you, pierre," you managed to say, though your voice sounded incredibly breathy and strained.

pierre didn't seem to notice. he launched into a long, incredibly detailed, and fast-paced story about his new film, his frustrations with his producers, and his love for french cuisine. he was clearly not going to leave anytime soon.

michael stood there, nodding along, offering polite "uh-huhs" and small smiles, keeping up the appearance of a perfect gentleman. but you could see the tension in his shoulders. his hand was still buried in his pocket, his thumb resting right on the remote.

a sudden, wicked wave of defiance washed over you. your stubbornness wasn't gone; it had just mutated into something far more dangerous. if michael wanted to play games with a remote control in a crowded restaurant, then two could play.

slowly, carefully, you slipped your right foot out of your designer high heel. the cool air of the restaurant felt like ice against your bare skin. under the cover of the long, heavy white tablecloth that draped all the way to the floor, you stretched your leg across the small gap between your seats.

you found his ankle first. you slowly slid your bare toes up his calf, feeling the fabric of his expensive trousers. the very moment your foot made contact, michael's entire body went rigid. his polite nod frozen for a microsecond.

he didn't break eye contact with pierre, but his breathing suddenly got noticeably heavier.

you smirked, feeling a rush of power. you kept going. your foot slid slowly past his knee, traveling up his inner thigh. the heat radiating from him was intense. you kept sliding your foot up until the arch of your bare foot pressed directly against the heavy, rapidly growing bulge in his pants.

michael choked on his own saliva mid-sentence. "...yes, the... the lighting in that scene was... very... creative, pierre."

pierre frowned slightly, looking at him. "are you alright, michael? you sound a bit choked up."

"just... dry throat," michael cleared his throat, his eyes darting down to glare at you with a mixture of shock, frustration, and intense lust.

in immediate retaliation, michael’s thumb aggressively mashed the button inside his pocket.

the vibrator instantly jumped to its absolute highest, wildest setting.

"mmph!" you bit your bottom lip so hard you could taste the metallic tang of copper. your eyes rolled back for a split second as a wave of pure, unadulterated pleasure crashed over you like a tidal wave. your body shook, your toes curling as the high-powered vibrations literally buzzed through your entire nervous system. your core was pooling with heat, completely soaked, and your body was screaming for release.

but you refused to let him win. you refused to pull your foot away. instead, you curved your foot, gripping his hardness through the fabric of his suit. you began to slowly, deliberately stroke him. you rubbed the arch of your foot up and down his length, pressing hard, letting him feel exactly how much he was affecting you, and how much you were going to affect him in return.

michael's face flushed a bright, deep red. a thick vein popped out on his neck, and his knuckles turned completely white where he was gripping the edge of the table to keep his balance.

"michael?" pierre asked, now looking genuinely concerned. "mon ami, you look very hot. are you having a fever?"

"i... yes," michael gasped out, his voice incredibly husky, thick, and completely ruined. he couldn't keep his composure for another second. his hand in his pocket was shaking. "it is... very warm in here. pierre, please excuse us. my fiancée... she is feeling very ill. we must leave immediately."

"oh! of course, of course! take care of her!" pierre said, stepping back.

before the director could even finish his sentence, michael grabbed your hand, pulled you out of the booth, threw a messy fistful of hundred-dollar bills onto the table without even counting them, and practically dragged you out of the restaurant and into the cool, rainy paris night.

the moment the heavy door of the luxury town car slammed shut, the quiet interior of the vehicle felt like a pressure cooker ready to explode.

before the driver, jean, could even put the car in drive, michael reached forward with a sudden, aggressive jerk and slammed the black privacy partition shut. the sharp clack of the glass sealing you off was the starting gun.

"what the hell was that?!" michael turned on you, his voice deep, angry, and completely stripped of his usual gentle tone. but his eyes were wide, dark, and wild with a dangerous amount of lust. he grabbed your waist with both hands, pulling you across the leather seat until your chest slammed against his. "you almost embarrassed us in front of one of the biggest directors in europe! you are so incredibly stubborn, you never listen to a single word i say!"

"because you treat me like a child!" you yelled back, your voice cracking with a mix of anger and overstimulation. "you left those panties in my drawer on purpose! you wanted me to wear them!"

"i bought them for us to use in bed!" he growled, his gentlemanly restraint finally snapping. "not for you to tease me with under a table in public!"

before you could shoot another smart remark back at him, michael’s lips slammed down onto yours.

the kiss was rough, messy, and absolutely explosive. it was filled with the bitter taste of forty-eight hours of arguing, mixed with a desperate, starving hunger that had been building between you for weeks. you groaned loudly into his mouth, your hands flying to his hair, pulling him closer as his tongue demanded entry, tasting you deeply.

you couldn't take the distance anymore. you needed him. you scrambled up, swinging your leg over his lap until you were fully straddling his thighs, your dress riding up to your hips.

the very second your pelvis slammed down onto his hard length, you both let out a loud, breathless gasp.

the vibrating toy was trapped perfectly between your pubic bones. the heavy, intense vibrations from the high setting were transferring directly through the thin lace of your panties and right into his throbbing erection, while pressing relentlessly back against your swollen, wet clit.

"oh, god," michael groaned, his head falling back against the leather headrest. his grip on your hips tightened, his fingers digging into the flesh of your waist. "oh, baby... what are you doing to me?"

"now you feel it," you whimpered, your head spinning as the crazy high vibration buzzed straight through your pelvis, vibrating through his hard shaft at the exact same time.

you began to grind your hips down on him in a slow, heavy circle, your wet heat rubbing ruthlessly against his zipper. the dual stimulation was so intense your vision blurred. you could feel him twitching under you, rock hard and straining against his pants.

"i was just so mad," michael confessed, his voice breaking, completely vulnerable as he looked up at you with blown-out, glassy eyes. his hand shook in his pocket, hitting the pulse button again, making the toy beat in deep, heavy thuds right against your clit. "i hated... i hated fighting with you so much. i didn't want us to be like this. i was just being impatient because i wanted everything to be perfect for us, and then you wouldn't even look at me."

you let out a soft cry, your body melting as the sheer pleasure of his words and the heavy thrumming between your legs began to break down all your anger. "i wanted you too, michael. i was just so stubborn... i thought you were just trying to control me, and it made me so angry."

"i would never want to control you, baby," he gasped, his hips bucking up slightly, sending a wave of electric friction right through your soaked lace. "i'm so sorry. i'm sorry i rushed you. i'm sorry i was so impatient."

"i'm sorry too," you cried out, tears of overwhelming pleasure finally leaking from your eyes as you buried your face in his neck, biting the soft skin there as you ground down harder. "i'm sorry... oh god, michael, it feels too good."

"yes, yes, grind on me, sweetheart," he groaned, his hands moving from your waist to grip your ass, squeezing the soft flesh and pulling you down hard against him. "show me how much you want me. tell me you're mine."

"i'm yours," you gasped, your body completely taking over as you began to dry hump him with a fast, desperate hunger. the thick fabric of his suit pants and the silk of your dress created a burning, tight friction that was driving you both insane. you were completely soaked, the wetness bleeding through your lace and dampening his trousers.

every time you slid down, the toy buzzed violently against your clit and his shaft, sending sharp, electric jolts of pleasure straight to your brain.

michael was panting heavily, his neck flushed red, his head tossing from side to side against the leather seat. "god, you're so wet... i can feel you soaking right through my pants, baby. you're driving me crazy. grind harder, yes, just like that."

you moved your hips faster, matching his desperate, upward thrusts. the car cabin was filled with the hot, heavy sound of your wet friction, the frantic buzzing of the toy, and your mingled, breathless moans. you could feel the tight coil of your climax wrapping tight in your lower stomach, threatening to snap.

"michael, i'm close... i'm going to come, oh god, i can't hold it," you sobbed, your hands clutching his broad shoulders, your fingernails digging into his skin through his jacket.

"come for me, baby. rub right against me and let it go," michael pleaded, his voice completely wrecked, his hips bucking up with a heavy, relentless force to meet every single downstroke. "let me feel you shake."

you let out a loud, uninhibited cry as your climax ripped through you. your internal muscles clamped down hard, pulsing in tight, desperate waves against him. the sheer, raw intensity of the orgasm made your entire body tremble, your head falling onto his shoulder as you sobbed from the pleasure.

seeing you undo like that broke michael completely. with a loud, guttural roar, he bucked his hips up hard, his body locking up as he came. his release came in heavy, hot surges, soaking completely through his underwear and the expensive grey wool of his trousers, staining them as he pumped desperately against your twitching body.

you both collapsed against each other, chests heaving in perfect sync, your hearts hammering wildly against each other's ribs. the car was quiet, save for your ragged breathing and the slow, dying hum of the vibrator as michael finally turned it off.

after a long, quiet minute, neither of you moved. you just held each other tightly, the lingering sparks of pleasure slowly fading into a warm, comfortable glow.

then, a soft, bubbly laugh escaped your lips, echoing in the quiet car. michael let out a breathless, beautiful chuckle of his own, burying his face in your messy hair and kissing your temple. "we are absolutely crazy."

"yeah, we are," you smiled, finally sitting up and smoothing your hair back, looking down at his lap. both of your eyes landed on the exact same spot at the exact same time.

right at the crotch of his expensive, custom-tailored grey trousers was a very large, very noticeable, dark wet spot.

michael stared at it, then looked up at you with a mix of utter disbelief, shock, and sheer amusement. "well. i definitely cannot walk through the main lobby of the hotel looking like this."

smiling warmly, he reached over and pressed the intercom button for the driver. "jean? change of plans. please pull into the VIP side entrance. the one with the private elevator."

he clicked the button off, looking up at you with a lazy, wicked, and completely satisfied grin. "because the second we get upstairs, these pants are coming off. and so are you."

[yearlyjams]

no tolerance

summary. michael has gotten fed up with your antics.

❛ mean!michael jackson　𝑥　𝒻 black woc!reader ❜     ╱    𝓶.list 𓂋 mdni. you are beyond spoiled, bratty, & entitled. michael & his sugar baby. age gap. michael acknowledges his age. brat tamer?michael. michael grabs your jaw out of authority. both reader and michael refer to him as daddy (pls don't through rocks at me). no real smut but at the end michael makes you hump his shoe as punishment. ℘ 2.708k

𝓻𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬⠀ ⠀𝐚𝐫𝐞⠀ ⠀𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝⠀!

michael is a patient man, an extremely patient one at that. withstanding more than the normal person from years of deliberate work into maintaining appearances. but he knew from the moment i saw you that you'd put him through the ringer. all pout and entitlement paired with big eyes and long lashes that you only have to bat a few times to get michael wrapped further around your finger like a snug ring.

you tested him like no other and pushed your luck far too many times that caused him to a nearly snap. and tonight? oh, tonight was a complete disaster. the two of you showed up late with clear tension, your hands that are usually photograph all snug under michael's side beneath his suit jacket are snug in your crossed arms, a clear rebellion on your part to show everyone that you are not happy to be here right now. while michael has a tight grip on your waist, partially so he can guide you around the event and partially so he can pinch at your waist to remind you to 'wipe that look of your face'. the photographers couldn't even get a proper photo of the couple because you just kept moving your face, using your hair to shield it from the clicks and lights from the camera. even ducking your head into the crook of michael's neck before you full maneuver your body so the photographers are only catching your backside in the photos, which only entices a stoic "behave" from him.

this behavior only carried on throughout the night. huffing and rolling your eyes at conversation, being disengaged and downright disrespectful michael thinks when you continuously cut him off. during a moment alone michael attempts to get you in check again, "you're acting like a child."

his only hope was that you'd realize this little act that you're putting is not to be tolerated, but all he got was a blank stare, "okay, and?" you replied with clear annoyance. the start of you walking away before michael's hold on your waist brings you back into his chest.

"wanna be a disrespectful brat? then i'll treat you like one." all of his patience gone and all of his pent up nerves balled up in the word brat.

and so the two of you left the event, the limo still parked from when you two were dropped because he had requested his driver stay for the duration of the event, already know that you would've pushed him too far to even stay for the entire time. but don't mistake michael, you're still his girl and he's still a gentleman that still opens the door for your and guides you into the backseat of the limo.

what caused this you might ask? your dress . . . no serious your dress. makeup had gotten on your dress which caused a domino effect of distress, cries, and into a full blown tantrum from you. not even the large soothing hand of michael's hand rubbing down and up again of the length of your back could cause you to calm down. in fact his reassuring words of how you have a back up dress made it worse. because although you thankfully brought one, you didn't want to wear it, so of course through sobs you spoke incoherently about how you don't want to wear the backup dress, how it's a backup dress for speaking out loud, it's meant to stay as a backup not become the dress. into you babbling about how it's not the vision, how you and michael are no longer going to match and that's your guy's signature.

it got to a point where michael tried. but every time he tried to comfort you a stream of tears only came. so when he look at his watch and saw that there was an hour till the event he ran a hand over his face, "gonna be breathtaking no matter what dress you're wearing," he enthuses, he knows the words are true, but he also knows how you take the material stuff more serious than him. placing a kiss to your temple and walking out of the room, signaling to the crew of people who were getting you ready who were banished by you when the makeup got on your dress to continue their work.

"y'know how much i hate being late." it's the first thing spoken between the two of you since the silent car ride and elevator up to the hotel room. and the comment makes you roll your eyes, something you know you could only be doing because michael unlocked and let you into the room first.

"but my-"

"your dress," michael cuts you off, perfectly in sync with when he turned the lock to the door, "i know all 'bout it, honey."

that, is what ticked you off, his condescending tone. "okay, well you don't have to use that tone with me." stilling in your tacks and turning around just for michael to be right there, taking a small step back.

michael chuckles, darkly, but nonetheless the first real chuckle of the night and it makes your stomach flip because you know it's at you. and you're expecting something from him, a fire back, but he does the worse thing he can do. walk right past you.

gaining your senses and hurriedly following behind him into the bedroom of the hotel and plopping yourself down on the bed, because what he's not going to do is make you look dumb for standing in the hallway all alone.

when you lean down to start undoing the straps of your heels you catch sight of michael undoing his tie with ease with on hand, not only working you up but making you further pissed. "it's not just a dress," said with all pout, the only way you're able to press this argument more is by concentrating on getting your heels off. sitting up and sighing with relief when you kick them off.

"then wha' is it then?" michael asks, stalking towards where you sit at the edge of the bed.

you're eyes shift around the room. you're really grabbing at straws right now. because it is just a dress, you know that, but it's all of the things that unfolded that caused the night to turn out drastically different than you thought it would (albeit to your doing). but all you can think about rather than being rational and sharing this with michael is being the one who wins this argument, if it even is one.

"it's you being inconsiderate."

you royally fucked up. and you know you did from the moment the first word rolled off your tongue, which is exactly why you turned you head to stare out the large hotel window and not into michael's face when you label him as inconsiderate when you know he is the one person farthest from the word.

michael's jaw clenches when that word comes from your lips. your very pretty lips that shine in the dim light of the room from your lip gloss, your very pretty lips that look extra pretty when they're apart as you moan out for him, and look even prettier when they're wrapped around his length to keep you from saying such disrespectful things.

"look at me." it's said with weight, with authority as his voice drops deeper. but you're unmoving. "don' make me have to repeat myself." a shiver runs through your spine, the only movement you made was not to turn and look at him but was to sit up straighter. feeling pathetic that michael compels you this deeply.

a beat of silence follows, and it isn't until your name is said in michael's voice that snaps your head into where he looms right in front of you. because he never says your name. you're baby, or honey, or sweetheart, or princess, or mama. you can really list off all of the nicknames michael uses for you before he ever uses your name to refer to you, not even when he's talking about you to other people does he say your name.

"all it took t'make you listen," he rumbles. still not satisfied that instead of you looking him in the face, your eyes are trained on his abdomen. taking matters into his own hands by grabbing at your jaw with his large hand, fingers pressing into the softness of your cheeks. tipping your head upward so you have other choice but to look him in the face, and michael can't even lie. it takes strength to discipline you, especially when you're staring up at him with your eyes already glazed over.

"when i ask you t'look at me you what?" quizzing you by quirking his eyebrow, expecting you to answer back and pleased when you do.

"look at you." you manage to mutter past michael squishing your cheeks.

michael nods at your words for once, "now tell me wha' makes me so inconsiderate?" except this time he releases your jaw to allow you to properly answer his question, allowing his hand fall down the column of your neck and settle across the base of it just above your clavicle.

you know he's humoring you, but you still answer, just not the way he wanted. "'cus my dress got ruined," pausing to swallow the lump in your throat, you know you're at the point of no return, feeling further on edge at the gentleness at which michael's thumb soothes at the side of your neck, "you saw how upset i was, so we should've just not gone."

michael is surprising calm in this moment, his movements stilled as her glances down at you past his heavy lids. "do i not do enough for you?"

the question is not what you expect, "that's not-"

but just like before, the hand that michael kept in safe distance at the base of your neck raises once more to cup your jaw again. "it's exactly that. 'ave you gone so rotten that y'think i'll no show an event jus' 'cus a dress bought with my money got ruined?" michael proses with restraint that only causes his tone to fall scarily flat.

and for the first time in the night you're left speechless. completely at michael's mercy, much like a lamb caught in the canines of a wolf's. it's the small tap of michael's index and middle finger against your cheek that grounds you, "it was a question, sweetheart."

the use of a nickname causes your eyes to turn from glazed to full blown glassy, tears beginning to swell in your waterline. your mouth opening then closing, because there is nothing, absolutely nothing that you can say to pull yourself out of this. "i-" you start, squirming underneath michael's hard gaze, you don't think there's anything that could pull his attention away from you right now, and you usually relish in that, but now all you want to do is shield yourself from it, "i don't know," is all you can muster out, feeling defeated.

michael's jaw clenches then unclenches, and you swear some of the hardness in his eyes soften over. "think y'jus' love bein' difficult." the hand clasped around you jaw squeezes, your cheeks squishing and lips pouting. "both know i'll give y'the world if y'asked. 'nd we both know i'll buy the entire stock of that damn dress if it made y'happy," he acknowledges, lowering himself down to your eye level, your jaw still in hand, "'m getting old, 'nd my tolerance for this behavior is thinning. so fix it, yeah?"

nodding your head the best you can, "yes, daddy," it comes out meek, but it causes michael to grin from ear to ear. pressing a pack to your pouted mouth before releasing your jaw, standing straight and walking himself over to the armchair in the corner of the hotel bedroom.

when he sits down in the seat he groans, throwing his head back and rolling his neck, letting his eyes fall shut for just a moment. "now c'mere and hump daddy's shoe," said with authority, as the hand that was around your jaw becks you over to him.

rubbing your thighs together and heart pounding into your ears as your eyes trail down the length of michael's relaxed body in the armchair to his sleek black dress shoe, "'nd no touching, so arms behind your back, baby."

© yearlyjams , a reposted work from my archived blog

[sculpted2]

otw!era micheal starts crying cause you feel n’ taste too good..

18+ mdni

“baby, be quiet.”

you whisper as your hands frame each side of his head. you lean down, your breasts pressed warmly against his chest. you kiss michael deeply, lips crashing to muffle his needy whimpers. you can’t be caught today.

“oh my gosh,” he breathes against your mouth, his voice trembling and already breaking.

his hands grip your thighs hard, fingers digging in as he tries to ram up into you from below. but this isn’t enough for him. he needs more.

you keep riding, your walls clenching tight around his thick length. his eyes are glistening beneath you, wet and shining in the low light. you assume it’s just sweat, the heat of your bodies making everything slick and shiny.

but he keeps whimpering, soft broken sounds spilling out no matter how hard you kiss him.

yet for micheal you riding him wasn’t cutting it.

he flips you onto your back with a desperate groan. you yelp in shock as he hooks your left leg high over his shoulder, stretching you open in ways you didn’t even know were possible. he thrusts in hard, his cock kissing deep inside you and pressing right against that perfect spot.

relentless strokes follow. sweat slicks your bodies, pressing hot and slippery together. the room smells heavily of musk and sex. in this new position his whimpers grow louder, the deeper sensation driving him wild.

“shh, sweetheart,” you murmur, covering his mouth with your open palm and pulling him closer. “you have to be real quiet.”

even then he keeps moaning into your hand, trying his hardest. he bites gently down on your palm. your eyes roll back at the overwhelming feeling. your palm slips.

he buries his face in your neck, lips pressing desperately against your skin while his hips keep driving deep. the slick slide of skin on skin is filthy, your sweaty bodies gliding together with every thrust. the pressure against your pussy makes your body pulse while the tight heat of your walls squeezes him relentlessly.

you turn your head, spot your discarded panties nearby, and think it’s brilliant—the smartest idea. stuffing them in his mouth should finally shut him up.

you reach for them and push the soft fabric between his lips. you expect it to quiet him down, to finally give you some control.

instead, the opposite happens. michael moans even louder around the panties, the sound vibrating through you. to him this is the best of both worlds—he gets to taste your sweet essence and fuck you at the exact same time. it’s basically his dream come true.

being completely surrounded by you, wrapped in your tight heat while your taste floods his mouth, overwhelming him in a way nothing else ever has.

that’s when you feel it—warm teardrops landing on your cheeks, sliding down your skin.

your eyes flutter open. when you look up, michael’s face is completely fucked out, eyes glassy and half-lidded, tears steadily rolling down his flushed cheeks. his lips are spit-stricken and abused around the bunched fabric, trembling as he bites down hard on the panties trying to hold back the noises.

his hair is a total mess, sticking to his forehead in sweaty strands. he looks so pathetic whimpering over you like this, every thrust making fresh tears slip free because the pleasure is simply too much.

“mikey… sweetie, are you okay?” you whisper, panic cutting through the heat.

he nods quickly, whimpering around the panties, voice muffled. “it just feels… s’good,” he chokes out, tears spilling faster.

“m’sorry baby… i don’t know why… its too much… you feel—“

you reach up to pull the panties from his mouth, worried, but his hand shoots down, grabbing your wrist and interlacing his fingers with yours. he pushes your joined hands down onto the mattress beside your head, pinning you there gently but firmly. he shakes his head, eyes pleading even as more tears slip free.

“no.. no please just..,” he takes in a breath, trying to regain any sense of composure. “just keep them in..”

he keeps driving into you with slow, grinding rolls of his hips, chasing that all-consuming sensation. he’s so overwhelmed—completely wrapped in your slick heat, your taste on his tongue, every sense drowning in you.

your breath hitches, your toes curling as the white-hot tension in your lower stomach threatens to snap. you are completely at his mercy, his whimpers and tears only turning you on more.

“mikey… stop crying, baby, you’re gonna—” you gasp, your fingers tightening around his as your own climax rushes up to meet him.

the desperate squeeze of your walls wrapping around him like a vice is the final trigger. michael’s eyes roll back, more tears spilling as his entire body locks up in a rigid, trembling line.

at the exact moment your body fractures into a violent, pulsing orgasm, he drives into you one last, impossibly deep time.

a choked, muffled cry of absolute surrender is strangled in his throat by the panties as his release floods hot and deep inside you.

your contractions clamp down on him relentlessly, milking him dry as you both shudder together, completely spent drowning in the post-sex sensation.

you brush a tear from his cheek with your free thumb, still catching your breath,

“m’aww such a crybaby”

✧˖°.

a/n: if you already saw me post this.. no you didn’t

[fangirlbot]

maybeee umm something bout mike fucking you on the dinner table orrr in his studio, just like bending you over there in general 🫪

yes. sounds yummy. send tweet. (ps. more pervy otw!michael coming soon ❤︎⁠)

cw: sexually explicit content mdni! p in v, reader is a bit of brat, overstimulation, hair pulling, michael gets kinda rough n mean :(

you’d finally convinced michael to bring you with him to his studio while he worked on a new album. he told you this was very important, it had to be perfect and he had to focus, so you had to be good for him. you had to be patient. “just sit there and be pretty.” he told you.

unfortunately, watching michael work his magic wasn’t as enchanting as it sounded. of course he sounded beautiful when he sang, but he’d only been writing down lyrics then erasing them for the past hour. and that was after he finally got you to sit quietly. “michael.” you said, knees pulled to your chest as you sat on a nearby chair. he gave a flat hum in response, not even stopping to look up at you as to not break his focus. “im bored,” you tell him. no response. “aren’t you bored? you’re not even doing anything.” you ask. he finally looked up from his work and gave you a smile that swallowed all your complaints. “just a little longer baby, okay?” he said and you nodded, but sighed dramatically.

another hour or so passed by of you trying to keep yourself entertained. you walked around the room a few times now, looking at things and stopping to pout at michael when he noticed you. he gave you a look of warning as if he knew that you were about to mess with him. his studio was impressive at least, you liked all the cool gear that you had no idea how to use. now michael had headphones on, large hands on the mixing console in the center of the room. whatever he was doing now, you didn’t want him to stop. you focused on the way his fingers flexed moving across the controls and how perfect his plaid button up shirt fit on his arms and chest. his pants fit him so well too, you noticed. you didn’t notice that michael had been watching you stare at him as he worked.

you stood and walked over to him, rubbing a hand on his shoulder. “take a break, mikey. you deserve it.” you say in a sweet voice. he turns to face you with a sigh. “yeah? you really think i deserve it? i didn’t get as far as i wanted to,” he gave you no time to answer before snaking his arm around your waist, pulling you closer and whispering, “hard to focus with my pretty girl distracting me in here.”

you couldn’t help the shy smile that appeared on your face. “m not distracting you.” you say. michael moves a hand up to smooth over your hair. “you’re a bad liar baby, y’know that? just tell me what you want.” he muttered, moving to press kisses to your neck. you gasp softly as you feel his warm lips on your your skin. you didn’t realize you were so turned on. “oh—please michael, i want it.” you whined, pulling his head closer in attempts to kiss him. he smoothed his thumb over your soft lips. “mm-mm. none of that. lemme hear you say it.” he told you sternly. you always felt a bit embarrassed when michael made you beg for him, but you hardly cared. “i want your cock, please michael. want you to fuck me, right here.” you breathe.

“mm, right here in my studio?” he asked, pressing a kiss to your lips, “that’s dirty, baby. thought i taught you better than this.” your face burned under his words but he turned you around and bent you over the mixing console nonetheless. he hiked your skirt up to your waist and groaned when he saw how wet you already were through your delicates. he moved your panties to the side, rubbing a finger between your soaked heat as you squirmed impatiently. “shh baby, i know this pussy can’t wait. i’ll give it to her.” he cooed as he undid his belt, freeing his hard cock from his pants. michael pushed into you agonizingly slow to make sure you felt everything. he settled one hand on your waist to steady you, while the other tangled into your hair, tugging just enough to make it hurt the way you love.

you were gasped as you felt him stuff your cunt full of his cock, brows knit together in pleasure. michael wished he could see your face right now as he ruthlessly slammed into your bent-over figure. based on your incoherent moans, he already knew you were a fucked out mess. he hoped you hadn’t started drooling on the controls. michael fucked you through your first orgasm, his pace didn’t falter after you creamed around his cock. “be good and take what i give you baby,” he grunted when you squeezed around him, “this is what you wanted anyway, isn’t it? just wanted all my attention huh?” he asked, chuckling when you could only moan in response.

you came again and again with a wrecked sob when michael pulled your hair harder and brought his fingers to rub circles on your puffy clit. “pleaseplease i can’t,no more—” you cried, tears pricking your eyes at the overwhelming feeling of pleasure. michael continued to abuse your sensitive cunt until he came inside you, leaning down to bite your neck as he did. you were a complete sticky mess between your legs and thighs. the two of you breathed heavily in the now silent room before he moved your body to face him and kissed you.

“next time, let me work first,” he murmured against your lips, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth “then you can have all of me.”

[michaelsbadpyt]

[prettyangeliczz]

🐆💋 𝟏𝟖+ — drunk mature!michael missing his pretty baby after a night out. coming back home, he’s messily taking his suit off as you lie comfortably in his bed. you’re tired but just as horny as he is, you ask him about the party, wanting to know what happened but he’s too busy wanting to give you his attention again. he stands at the end of the bed, pulling the bedsheets off, his hands find your ankles immediately and drag you towards him. you giggle as michael’s lips immediately find yours. kissing you, suffocating you with his lips. he drags his mouth down to your neck as his big hands rest at one side of your cheek and his other hand plays with your skin under your shirt. you moan, once your hands feel his boner. you rub him through his pants, hearing him whimper. michael stops and pulls back, staring back at you for a little before taking his belt off quickly. he doesn’t care about pleasing himself, because now his hands push you back carefully, while asking you if you want this. you say yes, and feel him pull your shorts off, mouth sucking your pussy through your panties. he wants to suck your cum through your panties, then suck your cummed up pussy, his thumb teasing your clit. you cry and beg for more like always, but he ignores you tonight. too busy eating your pussy for his pleasure.

[yourlove7]

nani !! i loved your mean!michael drabble, could you do one where the reader doesnt move their hand after michael asks? thank you so so much !!

first of thank you beautiful!! now walk with me.

(18+ mdni )

warnings: michael ties reader up (usage of daddy)

it'll be the same routine, you begging and being needy for michael, him giving you what you want, then you wouldn’t be able to take what he was giving.

only this time he’d show you that if you want something badly, you have to work for it. so you two would be in the heat of the moment, michael would have your legs propped on his shoulders while both of his hands rested on your sides, trapping you in his embrace.

his hips snapping against you at such a superb pace. “you like that baby? y’feel me there.” he asked in a breathy tone, his hand rubbed gently against your abdomen and his thumb reached down to draw tiny circles on your clit, earning small gasps and the tiniest sobs from you.

“y-yes mikey.. ohh.” your sweet moans dancing on michael’s ears making him groan at the feel and sound of you. your body was coated with a thin layer of sweat, the tension slowly building in your stomach as you clenched around him.

he removed his thumb from your clit, repositioning his hand like once before then leaning down to place a soft warm kiss on your puffy lips, hitting your mushy spot at a more deeper and intimate manner, making you whimper into the kiss.

“mmph..” you cried out but your sounds muffled from you and michael lips still dancing with one another. he pulled back, leaving both of you breathless.

he leveled himself and began attacking you with long, drawn and deep strokes. tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you created a slight arch in your back. “look at that baby, look at all that cream.” his voice gentle.

he held his head low watching how you coated him with your product. it was such a overwhelming sight to see, seeing how his dick disappeared from your view as it was engulfed by the warmth of you, then coming back out rubbing against your rigged walls so precisely with a white ring decorating him.

on top of that his sweet voice, but yet dirty words, they were all contributions to the immense amount of pleasure you endured.

it wasn’t all the time you’d try to stop him, rarely you did. (let you tell it) but whenever michael had a goal, and that was to make you crack in some sort of way, this is when it became too much. “m-michael.. i—i.”

his tip still digging into you deeply making you feel all mushy inside. “talk to me baby, talk to daddy.” you moaned out, finally tearing your eyes away from the pornographic view below you screwing them shut.

“i-i can’t.. mikey, its too much.”

he let out a breathy laugh, not really being amused. “yes you can baby, you’re almost there. i can feel it..” you whimpered and curled your toes. it seemed his thrust became more quicker and calculated causing you to give him a drawn out whine.

you shook your head no and raised your hand, pressing it against his toned, brown abdomen. he didn’t quit his strokes but it did make his movement stagger.

“angel, move your hand.”

he tried returning to his same rhythm but the pressure of your small yet, forceful hand stopped him. you whimpered, while still feeling him dig into you. “please.. no more.”

michael groaned at the feeling of your soppy cunt and paused, while still inside of you, shooting his dark eyes full of lust at you. you let out a breathy sigh while catching the small breaths you had lost. “baby.”

you already knew what was coming next, more tears pricked at the corners of your eyes, some actually falling down your face. your hand still pressed on michael’s skin. “m’ too sensitive mikey.”

“..move your hand.” and you didn’t.

michael kept his eyes on you while slowly dragging himself out of you, and shoving his dick away into his boxers. the feeling of tension relief washed over you as you settled deeper into the bed. your eyes followed michael whilst he walked to the shared dresser drawer, pulling out a thin, long peice of clothed ribbon.

you weren’t dumb, obviously you knew what this was meant for. but you were so sick and twisted that the feeling of what’s to come next sent a warm feeling in your belly, and a tingly sensation through your bundle of nerves.

“michael. i—i” your eyebrows furrowed and a pouty expression formed on your face as he returned in front of you and pulled you up by your hands. you sat near the edge of the bed with your lower half still exposed. he looked down at you with a neutral expression but behind it he enjoyed seeing you like this.

you looked up at him with pleading eyes. “i’m sorry, please.. i’ll take it, ‘promise.” girl, that’s what you always say.

michael shook his head not accepting your pleads.

“it’s too late honey.”

a surge of excitement and worry seeped throughout your chest. “… please daddy.” you pleaded in a soft, low voice. his movement halted as the ribbon slid gently around your wrist. he looked at your withered state, your puffy lips, and tear stain cheeks. omgg how could he say no to that?

well, he did lol.

“cmon baby, you’ll be okay.”

next thing you know you were laid on your front, back arched, and ass in the air with your wrist neatly tied together, and your arms to the back. his tip slid up and down your slippery folds, tapping your clit making your body shiver.

he eased you down on him fully, to where your plush ass rested against his lower abdomen, and his heavy balls came in contact with your clit. “o-ohh.. michaelll.”

you felt him entirely.

he let out a moan and tucked his bottom lip between his teeth. he laid his hand on the dip of your lower back as he began thrusting into you at a close proximity making you feel his bulbous tip a hundred times more.

michael leaned in, closing the gap between you two and placed kisses on your shoulder, while also giving you a couple of bite marks.

“makin’ me feel so good. never wanna leave this—godd..” his words making you feel all warm and fuzzy. the power of his thrust and your slickness created a nasty clicking sound throughout the room driving michael crazy.

your thighs trembled in place and your moans came out like cries, michael was getting drunk from the sound. “mikeyy!” a high pitched whine erupted from your throat. it was a feeling of pure ecstasy, you literally felt you were about to burst.

you extended your hands wide open, forgetting there was restraints causing you to ball your hands up into a tight fist. you felt the weight of him resting on your back, nearly locking you in while attacking you with his greedy thrust.

with some strength you had, you pushed your strength back on him but he immediately pushed you back down. “uh-uh baby, stay right there. feel me mama.”

you were burning up right about now. this was a moment where you’d need for michael to give you a break, but what could you do when you’re unable? sit there and take it.

your eyes fluttered, struggling to stay open as the tightness you felt, snapped.

hard.

“michael! pleasepleaseplease—”

michael didnt even stop, if anything it quickened his pace. your juices sprayed everywhere, his lower body, your thighs, on the sheets, everywhere. you physically could not contain what was coming out of you.

you wept loudly, creating a fist so tight that you were destined to leave nail marks, with your mouth hung open and your thighs shaky. the essence was becoming so messy due to michael’s continuous strokes, with his heavy balls slapping against your clit and his dick hammering you with ease.

michael kept his eyebrows furrowed, jaw slightly slacked and his hands pressed on your lower back. “good job baby, that’s it.. good girl.” he muttered with a few groans leaving his throat. you nearly fainted, while still giving michael the rest of whatever you had left.

you finished with a weak whimper and shortly thereafter, michael was filling you up to the brim.

bet you next time you’d move your hand.

—

this was supposed to be a drabble? lowkey got carried away?

[etrnalmuse]

i love you black mj fanfic writers

[prettyangeliczz]

𓂃𓈒𓐍 PERFORMANCE BEFORE THE SHOW

INDEX.

ㅤꨄ︎⸝⸝ michael needs a small confidence boost before his 1995 mtv performance to do well; luckily, he can practice on his sweet wife.

𝒸ontent 𝓌arning: 18+ mdni. cursing. unprotected sex. backshot. creampie. clit play. slight cunnilingus. kissing. hickies. groping. exhibitionism. no use of y/n. pet names: baby, mama, pretty girl. 𝓌𝒸: 2k.

Ⴘou should’ve known Michael was up to something the minute you walked into his dressing room, seeing him sitting alone at the vanity, humming one of his songs and playing with the cuffs of his suit.

His eyes found yours in the mirror, and a quick smirk appeared. You also should’ve known by the way he whistled at you and immediately asked you to stand beside him, his voice as gentle as a harp.

Michael’s right hand found your waist as you stood beside him, your left hand coming around his shoulder as your fingers rubbed up and down his neck. You watch the way he bites his lip as he looks at the detailing of your fit. “Look at you, you’re so sexy.” He whispers against your ear, and you shiver and giggle as you lean your head against his, knocking his hat to the side a little.

“I missed you.” Michael mumbles and wraps his arms around you to pull you closer.

You giggle again as you’re so close to sitting on his lap now, “I’ve been around you all day.” You reply, and he shrugs, “I can’t miss my wife? My beautiful-” he cuts himself off by leaning down to the side of your neck and giving you a peck. “Beautiful wife?” He mumbles and covers the back of your neck with kisses, the softness of his mouth making your heart jump.

You lean your back on his chest, his hands resting on your stomach as yours stay on top. “You can miss me whenever you like.” You whisper, you turn your head up to stare at his jaw, and your fingers come up to it.

Rubbing it slowly, Michael looks down at you, his heart beating faster as he gulps. “Is it okay if I show you how much I’ve been missing you, now?” He rasps out and leans closer, his lips brushing over yours, and the two of you smile.

“Yes.” You graze your lips against his. Michael squeezes your waist as he finally kisses you. His tongue pushes in your mouth, moving around the tip of your tongue as he sucks on it.

You whimper and sigh as he bites your bottom lip before helping you lean forward on the counter. Michael leans against you and slides everything to the mirror and the wall. He stands and pushes his chair back, his eyes glance at your ass, and he licks his bottom lip at the way your dress accentuates your curves. Michael’s veiny right hand comes over to the zipper of your dress and pulls it down slowly, “So beautiful, look at yourself.” He almost moans out and applies pressure against your ass from his crotch.

“Michael.” You sigh and lean your head down, your panties soaked from earlier when you watched him get ready and practice. Everything else is not helping you at all.

“Come on, baby, look at yourself when I take care of you.” He chuckles, you whine and look up, making eye contact with him in the mirror.

Your dress falls on the ground, and you step out of it, kicking it to the side while Michael brings his hands to his pants and shuffles them down with his boxers. Your heart beats faster as you now stare at yourself in the mirror, your boobs on top of the counter, as your right hand grips the edge of the counter to prepare yourself.

Michael wraps his hand around his dick, the soft grunts he makes while his thick, smooth hand pumps his dick over your lace panties.

You bite your bottom lip and move your body from side to side, teasing him as pre-cum spills out from his tip, coating his fingers a little. “Look at what you do to me.” He moans, Michael then looks back at you with a nervous expression and gulps. “I uh, forgot to bring condoms, do you have any in your purse?” The confidence in his voice falters, and you shake your head no.

“I forgot too.” You whisper, you glance over your left shoulder to look at him better. “We can do this without one, if you’re up to it?” Your voice carries a gentleness that only turns him more.

Michael nods slowly, “Whatever you feel comfortable with, baby.” You smile and look back at the mirror, his hands move to your panties and roll them down.

The slickness from your pussy covers it. He watches it drop at your ankles, resting on your heels. “Goddamn mama.” He rasps.

Bringing his middle and index finger to slide up your folds, you shiver while your breath hitches. Michael pushes his right knee against your thighs to keep you open, and his thumb teases your soaked pussy. “Prettiest thing and it’s all mine to love.” Michael salivates at the sight, his dick brushes against the back of your thigh, making you press into the counter.

“Shit, Michael, don’t tease me, we barely have time.”  You whine, he smirks while his middle finger slips in your pussy, riding it up and down carefully, seeing and feeling your twitches. “That’s my problem to worry about; yours is nothing.”

Leaning on you, Michael’s lips brush over your right ear. “Gonna fill this pretty pussy up, mama.” He reminds you and rests his left hand on your left shoulder. 

Michael’s right hand moves to his dick and aligns it against your hole. The two of you moan, and Michael rests his forehead on your back as he inserts his dick inside. Your gummy walls pulsate hard around him, sucking him as he slowly pushes his length all the way in. 

The two of you take a deep breath, and Michael looks up, staring at you in the mirror. “That’s it, pretty girl, how does it feel?” He whispers, his lips drag wet kisses down your neck and to your shoulder. 

You moan and clear your throat, “Feels good.” You moan, and Michael nods as his mouth opens a little. His teeth dig into your skin lightly and carefully while his tongue licks up, sucking on you. Michael then rests his right hand on your stomach as he gives you deep, heavy strokes. 

Michael’s thick dick stretches you out with each thrust, deep breaths leaving from both of you, while his chest presses into your back. 

With his skilled hips, he rolls into you, and the wetness of your pussy becomes sticky with his pre-cum, loud sounds of skin meeting fill the room. “Fuck, yeah, right there.” You gasp and grip the counter. Michael bites on your shoulder before kissing you, and your pussy tightens around him while you squirm. Each thrust becomes harder and deeper than the last. 

Michael keeps a rhythm with you, and the minute you get quiet, he ruins it to hear your moans again. 

Sliding his right hand down your stomach, you gasp as Michael’s middle finger slips onto your clit, “You can take me, come on. I believe in you, mama.” He mumbles and shifts slightly, each thrust hitting your g-spot. His middle finger rubs over your clit gently. Michael smirks as he feels you push yourself against him, forcing his dick to go in deeper. 

Both of you moan, and your chest rises up and down fast while your nipples brush against the table. “Oh Mikey— oh fuck, you’re in so deep, baby.” 

You and Michael lock eyes in the mirror, forcing him to quicken his pace. His hips push forward, harder, keeping his dick buried in between your wet folds. The pressure makes you tremble while his tip coats your walls. 

Michael moves his hands to your waist, gripping it hard as it helps him keep you both steady. The counter shakes, and miscellaneous things begin to fall, but you both are so distracted by each other to care.

Michael groans deeply, “Come on, baby, make me proud.” He begs and begins to whimper, hitting you with stronger thrusts, getting you close to the edge with it. You nod and lean your head down, pressing your mouth on your forearm. Michael brings his hand up under your chin and makes you raise your head up. “Uh-uh, don’t repress yourself, let me hear you loud and clear.” Your pussy grips him from that sentence alone. Michael laughs and kisses your cheek.

“Moan with me, makes me know you like being filthy too.” He teases, and you whine, your eyes look at your neck, seeing the many bruises his lips and teeth gave you, mentally noting you’re going to have to cover them up soon. 

Michael stays inside you, the burning in his stomach coming in strong as he feels so close. He doesn’t let up from you, not even for a second. Your movements, however, grow lazy, allowing Michael to fully take control. “I got you, s’okay baby.” He mumbles and kisses your cheek, you

nod and moan, “Please, I’m gonna cum.” You whimper. “I know, I know, sweet thing. I feel you, shit, you feel good.” 

The feeling is relentless for you both, your body shaking as you try to keep up with Michael as he fucks you a bit rougher now. You whimper out his name, “Cum for me, mama. S’okay, I got you taken care of, you know this.” He begs, the way his voice gets so soft, even with the bass in it, make your choke out a moan. 

With a few more strokes in you, Michael finally pushes you over the edge as your cum covers his tip, drooling down his member. He groans deeply and lays his lips on your shoulder-blade while he slows down. It hurts so good for both of you. Your pussy feels hot now, and Michael gives you a couple more thrusts before giving you a heavy release. 

Michael’s cum shoots inside you, and his body jerks repeatedly before he goes limp. Slowly pulling out of you, his eyes darken at the way his cum and yours drip down your thighs, your pussy swollen and trembling. Michael’s right hand rubs his dick a little, hand getting sticky as he squats down. 

Resting both big hands on your ass cheeks, he opens them up and licks at your pussy, the vibration of his moans making you lean into his face.

“Mmmh.” You moan and giggle, Michael smirks and rubs his mouth side to side against your sensitive pussy, the taste and smell of you covering him. You squirm on his face, his nose and mouth feeling like a remedy. Michael moves away from you, his mouth covered with cum and drool. You look down at him, seeing the dazed look on his face. 

You and Michael breathe heavy as the two of you smile at each other. “You okay over there, Mr. Jackson?” You smile, Michael smirks, and licks his lips. “Got my meal and dessert, of course I am.” He happily states and stands up. Your eyes immediately look at his dick, soft now. 

You scoff and laugh, “I can’t believe we did that shit.” You look at him in the mirror as he grabs some tissues and shrugs, smirking away. “We’ve done it in riskier places.” He reminds you, and you hum.

Michael wipes himself first as you pull out more tissues for him to use on you. “You ready for your performance now?” You ask, and the two of you pause and smile at each other before laughing. “As long as I got your attention.” He mumbles and bites his bottom lip. You lick yours and nod, “You got it, keeping it is the real challenge.” You whisper.

Michael hums and tosses the used tissues in the trash by the counter. He leans in closer, letting his dick brush over your ass, lips ghosting against your ear. “I think I got that under control.” He mutters, and you look down, nodding. Michael kisses your cheek and wraps his arms around you, pulling you closer as you look up, and the two of you stare at yourselves in the mirror.

[visualsbyaina]

THE MAKING OF THEY DON'T CARE ABOUT US (1996)

[chervoid]

Nothing dry about this humping. Trust

[mikedotorg]

pervy!mikey finding any excuse to rub up against you >.< hands grippin' you hips all tight too !!!

this is so yummy wait

i can literally imagine michael trying to be all subtle about his desire for you but it practically bleeds through whenever you’re near.

you’re in the kitchen? hes coming up behind you under the guise of just ‘holding you’ as you cooked or washed your hands but you can feel his bulge pushing into your ass.

don’t even get me started on the hip grabbing, it seems innocent at first but it gets very handsy after a while.. his large hands groping and kneading the fat of your hips.

when you scold him—he only lets out a whine and tells you he isn’t doing anything wrong :( hes just tryna love up on you!

and in bed would be even worse.. you’re laying there peacefully and here he comes, rubbing his morning wood up against you and murmuring in your ear on how bad he needs to be inside you.

obviously, with a face like his, how can you decline?

thats why you always end up bent over or having your legs spread as he pushes his dick in and out your warmth—moaning about how he had been yearning to feel you, how he couldn’t help but want you!

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

[mikedotorg]

QUIET DOWN.

Michael cant help but be loud :( you bouncing on his dick feels too good!

michael was sprawled out on the mattress, tears spilling down his cheeks as he lets out pathetic moans and whimpers.

you bounce up and down on his dick, his large hands grasping your hips like a life line. “T-that feels so good! oh my god… im-..”

“michael, shush.” you warn, grabbing his jaw. he let out a whiny sigh. “Cant help it.. feels too good.”

you place a hand over his mouth so he wouldn’t wake up the whole house, but even that proved to be a waste—his groans were just way too loud.

“you need to—“

“yn? michael? you guys okay in there?” His mother’s voice is heard from behind the door, making your hips still. Oh fuck.

You glare down at the pathetic man beneath you, removing your hand and mouthing ‘say yes.’

“Yes.. we’re okay m-mother.” his voice stammers over the name, mouth forming an ‘O’ as you roll your hips—you quickly slap your hand over his mouth again.

“Alright, if you say so.” Katherine says, her footsteps slowly fading.

you shake your head before stilling. “Mike did you just come?”

he nods slowly, his face flushed and sweaty. “you were warm.. couldn’t help it.

God, you couldn’t be sneaky with him ever again.

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

[lapsofthegods]

PLEASEEEE CAN I REQUES SMUT OF SUB THRILLER MICHAEL WHO GETS JEALOUS AND ACTS OUT and reader has to punish him while also comforting him awww Please

　　　THRILL HIM ━━ M.

　　　　　JACKSON.

ⲱⲥ. 𝟯𝟮𝟵𝟬.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘. ━━ ༉‧ 𝑎𝑠 𝑎𝑛 𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑓𝑜𝑟 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑡, 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑤𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑦 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑏𝑜𝑦𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑. 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑑𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑚𝑖𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑒𝑙 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑠ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑢𝑔𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑠𝑡 ━ 𝑖𝑡’𝑠 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑡𝑜 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑑 ℎ𝑖𝑚 ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒. 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. ━━ ༉‧ 𝖳𝖧𝖱𝖨𝖫𝖫𝖤𝖱!𝖬𝖨𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖤𝖫 x 𝖠𝖢𝖳𝖱𝖤𝖲𝖲!𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖣𝖤𝖱. 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒. ━━ ༉‧ 𝗦𝗠𝗨𝗧. 𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗕𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗛𝗘𝗗 𝗥𝗘𝗟𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗣. ╱ 𝖲𝖴𝖡!𝖬𝖨𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖤𝖫 ╱ 𝖣𝖮𝖬!𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖣𝖤𝖱 ╱ 𝖩𝖤𝖠𝖫𝖮𝖴𝖲!𝖬𝖨𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖤𝖫 ╱ 𝖨𝖭𝖲𝖤𝖢𝖴𝖱𝖤!𝖬𝖨𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖤𝖫 ╱ 𝖮𝖱𝖦𝖠𝖲𝖬 𝖣𝖤𝖭𝖨𝖠𝖫 ╱ 𝖧𝖠𝖭𝖣𝖩𝖮𝖡 ( 𝖬 𝖱𝖤𝖢𝖤𝖨𝖵𝖨𝖭𝖦 ) ╱ 𝖯𝖱𝖠𝖨𝖲𝖤 𝖪𝖨𝖭𝖪 ╱ 𝖬𝖠𝖲𝖳𝖴𝖱𝖡𝖠𝖳𝖨𝖮𝖭 ╱ 𝖱𝖤𝖠𝖲𝖲𝖴𝖱𝖠𝖭𝖢𝖤. 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑❜𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. ━━ ༉‧ i'm so, so, sorry this took this long for me to write, it's embarrassing at this point. but i really wanted to write this well... i'm very SHY about the smut part and i’m going to hide under a rock, but i hope it will be enjoyable for you, anon (and all the readers out there .ᐟ) 😭 thank you so much for requesting and for your patience .ᐟ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆. ━━ ༉‧ @justalocallesbian @jinxtheplanet @strawbevrri @noelleeesstuff @shukiio @sugerglidder @celebify @vigilantlysassypact @jxngwons-pinkyy @ripesinner @yesalphadawn @itztamar @sunsetdrivermj @persassyjacksonsblog @ange1fce @tenderlyboundlessparagon @darkgreengrl @emmawhitsblog

MICHAEL WAS PACING, his loafers almost leaving marks on the carpet. His jaw was clenched, his fingertips rubbing against one another instinctively. He was trying to remain calm, professional and patient, but it was almost impossible.

How could he keep his cool when his girlfriend had been filming a sex scene with another man?

He had tried to put on a brave face, thinking he would not feel a thing. After all ━ acting was your job, and Michael understood that perfectly well. However, there was a difference between understanding and seeing. And when he had watched your co-star gripping your breast a little too tightly for his liking, or how his eyes seemed to light up every time your gazes met... Michael had not been able to stop himself from interrupting the shoot.

Multiple times.

A cough there, a suggestion there... Luckily, you were very well-liked by the film crew and your reputation was second to none, otherwise, you were convinced they would have fired you. You had insisted that Michael come along, an idea you thought would help him understand that this sort of scene was just… mechanical, cold, awkward, and terribly embarrassing to do. You had wanted to reassure him, but all he had seen was a man with the woman he loved. 

Now, in your dressing room, sitting on the small armchair with your legs crossed and your jaw clenched, you were tapping your foot impatiently. Your blood was boiling, and you had to bite your lower lip several times to stop yourself from saying things you might regret.

You had not spoken a single word to him since the scene had finished. There were still a few reshoots to do before you could leave and this time you had insisted that Michael stay locked in your trailer. There was no way you were going to let him humiliate you in front of everyone again! 

The sound of his shoes thudding against the floor made your headache worse. You downed the last of the vodka in your glass in one go. 

"Are you done?" you gritted through your teeth.

Michael kept pacing around the trailer without even sparing you a glance. You rolled your eyes at him, putting the glass down on the small coffee table. Your dressing gown slipped slightly off your shoulder as you stood up, revealing the bare skin of your breast. You would be back on the set in twenty minutes.

"I asked you a question," you spoke once more, cupping his chin between your fingers. "When I ask a question, I like to be given an answer."

You were more than just annoyed ━ your boyfriend had just ruined a day’s work and he had the nerve to ignore you! You dug your nails lightly into his skin, your crimson polish almost disappearing.

In the blink of an eye, his large brown eyes met yours. They were so big and hurt that you almost felt guilty. Michael was not a manipulator, but sometimes, you felt like he was a professional gaslighter with the way he could melt your anger into remorse and softness. You eased off the pressure on his chin slightly.

"No," was the only word he pronounced.

"No?" you raised an eyebrow at him. "That’s all you’ve got to say after you’ve just embarrassed me in front of my director and crew?"

Michael turned his head, clicking his tongue against the roof of his mouth.

"’Said I was sorry," he mumbled.

"Huh-huh, that’s not what I heard. You said no, not sorry," you corrected, turning his face back to yours so he would look at you. "You never apologised for embarrassing me in front of everyone. In fact ━ all you did was act like you were the one who got wronged!"

"Didn’t I?" Michael scoffed. "Weren’t you… with him? Right in front of me?"

Your expression changed completely, an amused grin replacing your previous frown.

"You mean… him just doing his job? Because that’s what it was, Michael ━ a fucking job!"

"Well, you have to go tell him that, 'cause he sure seems to have forgotten it was just a job!" he retorted.

"You're ridiculous," you scoffed.

The pressure on his chin completely disappeared as you took your hand away. You could not believe what you were hearing. Of course, you had known that Michael was jealous ━ he literally told you so, but you had thought... once he would see... You sighed, shaking your head.

"I shouldn't have asked you to come," you spoke after a few seconds and your voice was smaller than you had wanted. "It was a mistake."

Michael looked up at you, suddenly frightened. This time, it was he who approached you, raising his hand to rest it gently against your cheek. 

"Baby..."

"I don't want to hear it, Michael," you put some distance between you two.

The space between you bothered him even more, and his old demons seemed to be returning. He was afraid ━ afraid of losing you, afraid that you might leave him for someone else. The fact that you refused to let him touch you almost made him want to cry. 

"Baby," Michael tried again, stepping forward.

You stepped back.

"I said I don't want to hear it!"

"Please. Just... Just let me explain."

"Explain what?! Explain how you managed to turn my job into a personal attack on you? Explain how you made my director question whether I'm professional enough to handle a scene? Explain how you made me feel like I have to choose between my career and you?" you exploded, letting your anger out. "I would have never done this to you…"

You hated the way your voice had cracked on the last word. The truth had come out ━ it did not matter that you knew Michael was not selfish and was the most supportive boyfriend ever ━ he could never realise that his behaviour was having a negative impact on your own career. For him, it was simple: he was a man and the world belonged to him. But for you… things were different. You could throw a jealous tantrum at him and his team would see you as a madwoman and they would move on… But if Michael did the same? You would become the problem, the woman who could not handle her partner…

And if you could not handle him ━ could you even handle your job? 

He could never understand that.

"That's not what I was trying to do," Michael's answer came.

"Then what were you trying to do? Because from where I'm standing, it looks like you decided to act like a child and make it all about you."

He shook his head.

"That's not fair."

"Fair? You want to talk about fair? I asked you to come here because I thought it would help! I thought if you saw how awkward those scenes actually are, you'd stop worrying. I wanted you to see that it means nothing! That he means nothing! That the only person I think about when I'm doing those scenes is you and how I can't wait to get home to you!"

Why were men such complete idiots? They never saw all the effort we went to for them, all the sacrifices! Yet when it came to taking offence at a scene lasting not even a minute and a half in a film lasting nearly three hours about a drug cartel, in which the man succumbs to every vice ━ well, then they saw everything!

Yet Michael was one of those men who really noticed. He would always compliment your hairstyle when you came back from the hairdresser’s, even without you having told him. He would always give you flowers and countless gifts that reminded him of you. When you were suffering from period pain, Michael would even go out and buy all your favourite sweets, cancel a session at the studio, and spend the rest of his time looking after you. A hot water bottle, a massage ━ he would even go so far as to feed you.

And you returned his love time and again.

So why the hell did he doubt you in front of other men?

"I didn't━I didn't know you were thinking about me..."

"Of course I was thinking about you!" you shouted. "I'm always thinking about you, that’s the problem. I spend so much time trying to make you feel secure that I forget to take care of myself. And now━" you gestured vaguely at the door. "Now I have to go back out there and pretend like my boyfriend didn't just humiliate me in front of everyone I work with."

You could see the guilt on his face in the way he held his hand behind his neck, his lower lip sucked between his teeth. 

"Baby, I'm sorry... I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to━I wasn't trying to━"

"I know you weren't trying to," you cut him off, softer now. "You don't mean to hurt me. You just do. And then you look at me with those big eyes and I'm supposed to forgive you. And I do, Michael, I always do. But━" your voice dropped to barely a whisper. "━it's exhausting."

He stood there for a moment, staring at you, frozen by your words. He seemed to be hesitating over what to say, but no sound came out. His full lips parted, then closed again. You noticed that his hands were shaking too, and Michael had to tuck them into his jeans pockets to hide it.

"So… so this is it, huh?" he said at last in a whisper. "You’re… you’re breaking up with me?"

"What?!"

Oh, how you hated when your boyfriend would put words into your mouth. Michael was always so insecure, always imagining the worst while also being so eager to be comforted.

"And where the hell did you hear me say this?"

He paused.

"I… I don’t know… You… You said you were exhausted so I thought…"

"Well, obviously, you thought wrong," you rolled your eyes.

A shy smile instantly wiped the dejected look off Michael’s face. He took his hands out of his pockets, took a step toward you, and then held out an arm to touch you.

You dodged him, and his smile faded just as his arm dropped.

"It’s not because I won’t break up with you that it means you are forgiven, Michael," you informed him, turning your back to him. "You will have to do better than that."

You heard him exhale behind you. You completely had him at your mercy and this thought alone was enough to make you shiver. You felt him walking toward you, stopping close enough so you could feel his breath. Michael did not try to touch you again. Smart man.

"Then tell me what you want me to do… and I’ll do it. Anything. I swear."

You finally turned to face him.

"Anything?" you repeated, one eyebrow raised.

"Anything, baby. You tell me," he nodded frantically.

You remained silent before going back to sit on the sofa. Your dressing gown opened a little wider as you crossed your legs, offering a brief glimpse of your slightly damp lips against the leather. His mouth opened slightly at the sight of the thing he loved to worship most of all. A groan escaped from his throat.

"Kneel."

You did not even have time to blink before Michael had already dropped to his knees with a thud. He placed both hands flat on his thighs, leaving a damp mark on the jeans. He never took his eyes off you ━ he did not even dare to blink or breathe too heavily for fear that you might change your mind.

"Someone’s eager," you whispered, pleased. "You want to make this right, mmm?"

"Yes," Michael nodded.

You glanced at the clock to check you had enough time for your plan. Fifteen minutes left. That was more than enough to edge him several times and make you come at least three times… maybe even four, given how hungry he looked.

"You will do as I say? No interruptions?" he agreed once more. "Mm. Strip."

Michael was so predictable. You saw him hesitate for a nanosecond, a twitch running through his fingers as they tried to move. You raised an eyebrow, and that was the trigger.

In the blink of an eye, his hands rushed to his red shirt, clumsily unbuttoning it. After several seconds of fumbling, the fabric parted to reveal his rich brown chest, where you could see a few lighter patches dotted across it.

You caught your breath slightly.

You never ceased to be in awe of his body every time he revealed himself to you. You still remembered the first time Michael had done so, how nervous and self-conscious he had been. He really had absolutely nothing to be embarrassed of.

Michael resembled the statues found in Greek temples ━ those Gods carved from marble. If you had been a sculptor, you would undoubtedly have carved his likeness in stone and erected a temple in his honour.

You let out a small sigh to let him know you were appreciating the view.

His large, graceful and slender hands, with which he had written masterpieces, then moved toward his leather belt as he stood up. His movements were more confident now ━ it always took him a moment to settle in before his shyness evaporated in a whirlwind of desire and confidence. Him feeling loved and desired by you always made him feel that way.

Michael pulled down his trousers without even looking at what he was doing, his big, doe-like eyes watching every expression on your face.

Your gaze swept over his body without the slightest hesitation, following an irregular line of his vitiligo. One eyebrow rose as a patch disappeared beneath his boxer. You looked up at him, waiting patiently for him to remove the last barrier.

He licked his lips for a moment, his lower lip remaining trapped beneath the weight of his front teeth.

You rolled your eyes at his theatrics ━ Michael loved to give in to your every wish, but he had that ever-present rebellious streak that loved to tease you a little, no matter whether he was already in trouble.

"The longer you take, the less time I’ll have to take care of you," you reminded him in a commanding tone.

A smile betrayed his pouting. Without further ado, he gently pulled down his boxer ━ just the way you liked it ━ and let them fall to his feet before following them to his knees once more.

Without realising it, you parted your thighs at the sight of his hard member, already pointing skywards. It was so swollen that fluid was already oozing from it. You had to bite your lips agonisingly hard to stop yourself from moaning at the sight.

You reluctantly looked away, searching for his eyes so you could refocus on your task. Goodness, Michael must surely have known the effect he had on you! You could feel your own body responding to the sight of him, your clitoris craving stimulation. You clenched around nothing.

"Look at you…" you cooed. "So beautiful… Can you see what you’re doing to me?" you saw him nod as his eyes traveled down to between your legs. "Yet… you still don’t trust that I only want you."

You snapped your legs shut, thus depriving him of the sight of the leather soaked by you. In your mind, it felt like a punishment for him. In reality, it mainly gave you a moment’s relief as you discreetly rubbed your thighs together. You did not know how it was possible, but you were already very close to seeing stars.

"I do trust you!" Michael protested, aching to touch you. "I… I know that you love me…"

"Then why do you act like you don’t?"

He did not reply.

"That’s what I thought," you chuckled, letting your fingers traveled down your naked body. "Come here."

Your boyfriend crawled forward on his knees, stopping right between your legs. His hands returned to their places on his bare thighs, gripping his own skin to stop himself from touching you without permission.

God, you were about to come just from the sight alone.

"Good boy," you whispered, reaching out to cup his face. "Look at me."

Michael did as he was told. His eyes were glassy from love and desire.

"You do believe me when I tell you that I love you, right?" you asked, stroking his cheek with your thumb. "I love you more than I’ve ever loved in my entire life. I could never want anyone else. You know that?"

"Yes… Yes, I… I believe you," he breathed.

You leaned forward, placing a kiss on his nose.

"Smart man," you murmured. "But I’m afraid you were too bad for me to forgive you already," you leaned back against the sofa, sighing dramatically as you released his face. "Mm… what should I do with you?"

"Anything you want," Michael pleaded. "Just… Please."

"Mm," you hummed. "Are you sure you can handle everything?"

He nodded desperately this time.

"Right," you chuckled. "Keep your hands to yourself, my love. No touching me or I stop."

Your boyfriend let out a whine that transformed into a moan as your hand closed around his member. His head fell back, hips bucking into your fist. You held him firmly without moving.

His cock felt almost scorching against your slightly damp palm, and it was so hard… Fuck, you had to stop yourself from getting up to ride him to climax. You applied pressure, finally moving your hand slowly up and down. His face contorted with pleasure as his breathing grew deeper and more ragged.

"P-please, b-baby…" Michael gasped.

"Shh," you stopped. "I didn’t give you permission to talk."

He groaned in frustration, his hips meeting each of your movements with desperation as you resumed your back-and-forth motion.

You leaned toward him, your lips tracing the curve of his throat, his jaw, his cheek and his nose. Every part of his face — of his whole being, in fact — belonged to you and could not escape your burning kisses. Your other hand set to work caressing your crotch in quick little circles. You did not need much stimulation to cross the finish line.

Your hand tightened around him, the pressure almost crushing his full testicles against the floor as you came, your body trembling with the sensation.

Michael pouted and whined, breathlessly begging you to bring him to the end too. Your moans were so loud that you were sure you could be heard from outside of the room.

Your heart was still racing, and your breath was still shallowed, when you came down from your high. Your mouth was still pressed against his skin, saliva drooling over it. You licked it back into your mouth, leaving a wet kiss behind as if to thank him.

When you opened your eyes again, that was when you realised he was desperately fucking your hand. Without a shred of remorse, you let go of his cock completely, thereby ruining his next thrust, and stepped back with a triumphant smile.

"Woman… you… you can’t… you can’t do t-this to me," Michael cried, frustrated. "Please, baby… Please. I… I won’t d-doubt you ever again, I p-promise, b-but p-please…"

"Oh, I know you won’t, my love," you mocked, your eyes glancing at the clock. "And that’s why you’ll have to think about your actions while I go finish shooting that scene, mmm?"

He opened his eyes, his irises twice as big as they normally were.

"W-what?"

You leaned forward once more to kiss the corner of his lips briefly.

"Time’s up."