Unprotected sex, asfab reader, p!in!v, accidental/unplanned breeding, mating press, kissing, dirty talk, daddy kink, slight overstimulation, dumbification if you squint, implied squirting, and more. smut with absolutely zero plot.
Plus size friendly, no mentions of size/shape. Black women friendly, no mentions of hair type, color or head coverings/wraps mentioned. Fen pet names used, “good girl.” “my girl.” “pretty girl.” Etc. sorry for any mistakes, I wrote this while tipsy and ovulating after watching too many edits of the finest Jackson aka Jermajesty😝but, I hope you enjoy! Reblogs, likes and comments are always appreciated and constructive criticism is always welcomed. #kissamanwithagaptoday🩷
“This pussy loves me so much, doesn’t it baby?” You felt like mush underneath him. Jermajesty was so deep, every stroke was long and sent chills down your spine. Your gummy walls pulsed around him, your creamy love coating him and leaking onto t he sheets.
“J-Jerma…Jermajes—ty…” His name came out in a broken cry, your legs were stiff and your toes were pointed toward the sky. His heavy breathing and the feeling of his hands on the back of your thighs, made you feel overwhelmed with pleasure.
“I know baby, I know…” He cooed in an almost mocking tone, “daddy knows…it’s too good, isn’t it?” He pushed your thighs further back and slow down, slamming into you with enough force to knock the air out of your lungs and drag a quiet, high pitched whimper out your throat every time. “You gonna let everybody know who’s makin’ you feel this good? Hm?” You couldn’t respond. You were breathless and lost in his web of never ending pleasure. The head of his dick kissed the roof of your gummy walls and soft cervix, sliding against the spongy spot before bumping into it. “Say my name baby, say. my. name.” His words were punctuated with heavy strokes that made you shut your eyes and tremble.
You breathlessly mouthed his name, physically incapable of using any words. Including his name. “Don’t go quiet now.” He slipped a hand down, his thumb caught your clit and he begins rubbing fast and tight circles on the wet cluster of nerves. “Let daddy hear how good you feel, let me hear you scream while you take this dick.” Your voice finally broke. It came out in a loud, whiny cry of pleasure before you were silenced for a moment again, only able to pant and let out shallow breaths. “That’s it baby…good girl…good…ha…good fuckin’ girl.” Your legs began to tremble, you reached up to push against him but you couldn’t reach, so your hand fell and you gripped the pillow behind your head as your eyes watered.
“C-Can’t…Can’t take…take it…” Jermajesty’s voice cracked as he moaned, watching you squirm and struggle—and fail—to run from the pleasure. “T-Too…too much…”
His pace quickened when you said this, like he was trying to fuck himself into your stomach, “You can take it baby girl.” He assured, “You can take it…” You tried to reach for him again but failed, babbling on about how good it felt and how you couldn’t take it. Your every sound was fuel for him to keep going, for him to fuck you better. “c’mon pretty girl, take it for me…” He began panting as he watched your face contort into a beautiful, twisted mess of pleasure. Your legs weak and your arms limp as you turned your head, drooling as he drilled into you. “that’s right, that’s it…” he breathed out. “Take it. Take it. Take it.”
You could feel him fucking the command into you, it was like a surge of electricity. Your eyes rolled back and you tried to look at him yet failed, your brain felt like mush and you felt a pressure building up in the pit of your stomach.
Jermajesty released your legs, allowing them to fall weakly beside his own thighs, but you weren’t free at all. He leaned down and grabbed your face, his big hand was gentle but firm as he forced you to look at him. “Don’t look away baby, let daddy watch you…” He groaned and smirked at you as you tried your hardest to keep your eyes opened, you just couldn’t though. “Look at me baby, don’t look away, let me watch my pretty girl cum…”
The tears in your eyes rolled down your cheeks in fat globs, whines spilling from your lips as you pouted with a helpless and desperate expression. Losing yourself completely in the feeling of his thick length ramming into you. “Jer—majesty…” You quietly whimpered out his name, your hand weakly reaching out to him. You pushed against his chest—like a feather trying to move a boulder—and shook your head. “i—i think…I think I’m g-gonna…pee…” You could feel it. That tightness, the pressure and the warmth. All in the pit of your stomach. Every stroke made more leak out, a hot liquid that was thinner than the creamy nectar that left a puddle underneath you just seconds ago.
Jermajesty grinned, that perfect gapped tooth grin that made your pussy clench around him. He didn’t see the problem—in fact—he only had more reason to keep going after hearing you say that. “You gonna make a mess for me? Hm?” He taunted. You let out a sob and lightly hit his chest.
“P-Please…I ca—“ You shook your head, looking down between your bodies. The sight of his toned chest all sweaty and his pelvis slamming into you, made your brain feel fuzzy. Your head lolled back into the pillows and your breathing was caught in your throat for a moment, leaving you breathless before you gasped for air. “I can’t take it I can’t take it.” You babbled out in a whiny moan.
“You can do it baby, you can take it…” Jermajesty cursed under his breath, the clamping of your walls bringing him closer to his own release with every millisecond passing. “you’re doing such a good job…so—fuck…so fuckin’ good, Mmph.” As a chill ran up his spine he kissed you, slowing his pace. The long, slow strokes made your toes curl, it felt like you were being torn apart. You couldn’t take it. You couldn’t go a second longer, the flood gates were opened and the moment his tongue slipped into your mouth, everything came rushing out.
You moaned his name into his mouth, your legs trembled and tensed, weakened then tensed again. Your body quivered and your walls fluttered in frantic beats around him, encouraging him to keep that same pace and drag out your orgasm even longer.
“So good…so fucking good…” his words were muffled by your mouth, you were too weak to even kiss him back, your jaw went slack as you silently laid underneath him. “such a p-pretty…girl…” He swallowed hard and leaned up, sitting back on his knees as he pulled your body even closer without pulling out for a minute. He pulled your body up so that you were practically riding him and began moving your hips so you were grinding on him. “c’mon baby, move your hips for me…move your hips for daddy…show daddy how much you love this dick.”
You did your best. Grinding slow against him, but it was clear that his approaching orgasm wouldn’t allow you to remain slow. He laid you back down and pushed your knees back again, positioned himself so that he could slam directly into you—forcing your body into a deep mating press—and began fucking you like it was his job.
“m-m-majesty…ahh…” You were going to break into a billion pieces, you really couldn’t take it. You were melting and breaking all at once, it felt so good. It felt too good.
“that’s right baby…say my name, say my name.” He went a bit faster, harder even. Plowing you like his life depended on it. “s-say it…” You spewed his name endlessly, over and over again till you couldnt anymore.
“J-Jermajesty…Jermajesty…feels so good—feels so good…I…l-love it…I love it…l-love you.” A soft broken whine left his lips and he grunted in your ear. He was so close. The muscles in his stomach tightened and he was drenched in sweat. Heart pounding and his thick length throbbing, he couldn’t hold out for much longer. You were so warm, fitting around him perfectly like a glove, your own arousal and the remnants of your orgasm dribbling out. Jermajesty knew he was nearing the finish line when a familiar chill ran down his spine.
“F-Fuck…” His voice was meek, sounding almost raspy as he sang your name in a beautifully soft moan before kissing you in a sloppy and anxious manner. Teeth and tongue clashing together as his eyes shut tightly, his eyebrows knotted together and he cupped your face while releasing your leg. “I—I love you…I love—Oh fuck…oh my…I-I…” He couldn’t even get the words out. Jermajesty was fucking you like a madman, his pace completely primal and full of lust. The headboard knocked against the wall in a fast pace rythem that mixed perfectly with the sounds of heavy breathing, moaning, wet skin and, whining. His pace made it impossible for you to see straight. He wanted to warn you so badly, to pull out and not to cum inside of you. But the idea of flooding you with his cum, getting you nice and pregnant was too perfect.
With one final thrust his whole body stiffened and he buried himself deep inside of you, gasping and groaning as he emptied himself inside of you. Filling you completely with the hot and thick substance until he was completely dry.
Synopsis: It's no secret that you've always been petrified of thunderstorms. So when an especially violent storm rips through the night and disturbs your slumber, your boyfriend Michael has just the perfect remedy to calm you down and help you fall back asleep.
A/N: Okay this is highkey embarrassing to admit but I originally started writing this back in 2023 as a Leon Kennedy x reader smut cuz this was back when the Resident Evil 4 Remake came out and everyone including me was obsessing over it but I never finished it and honestly I would rlly hate to see this fic to go to waste so I figured I'd recycle it into a Michael Jackson smut :)) Obv you guys can tell by the photos that I wrote this with Bad era in mind but it works for any era where he had jheri curls/long loose curls. Enjoy!
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It had been thundering for a great deal of the day. Starting in the early afternoon, the dark clouds rolled their way in, the air becoming thick with fog and mist. Then the rain finally came, heavy drops splattering onto the windows of your house as well as the pavement outside with great force. Then finally came the thunder and lightning. It would go on and off in intensity, sometimes a light rumble so minuscule to the point where you didn’t even notice it, other times, a thrashing resonance so loud and heavy it nearly shook the house.
This time at 3 in the morning, the storm hadn’t stopped in the slightest, and the thunder decided to mess with you. The blinding incandescence of the lightning was almost enough to wake you, but what truly startled you was the ear-piercing crack of thunder that hit seconds after. It roused you out of a dreamless sleep, leaving you an uncomfortable mess as the sheets suddenly felt like fire against your hot skin, sticky with perspiration. You sat up as your chest heaved, trying to regain some breath.
You looked over to your right to see your boyfriend, Michael, sleeping peacefully, a serene expression peaking through a curtain of dark curls that fell in front of his face. He didn’t seem fazed by the thunder at all. He was in such a deep sleep that he was even drooling on his pillow a little bit.
With a sudden urge to use the bathroom, you got up out of bed, your legs still shaking from being so startled, and made your way to the restroom, trying your hardest not to wake Michael.
You seemed to have failed at not waking him up, because by the time you got back from the bathroom, he was sitting upright in bed and rubbing his face. He looked at you heavy-eyed as he tried to get himself to fully wake up.
“What’s the matter, baby?” he asked, his voice light yet gruff. “Did the thunder scare you?”
You nodded your head sheepishly. You always found your fear of thunderstorms childish and embarrassing, but Michael always knew how to comfort you and make you feel better. It wasn’t necessarily hard for him to do when you were so deeply in love with him.
“Come here, baby.”
He opened his arms, beckoning for you to lay down on top of him. He wasn’t wearing a shirt. He never wore one to bed. No pants either. He always went to bed in just his boxer briefs, nothing else. You were the opposite however, as you always wore a nightie to bed with no underwear.
You crawled back into bed and melted yourself into his arms. His arms enveloped you like a warm blanket and the skin of his chest and torso were refreshingly cool to the touch, combating your skin still prickling with heat. You laid your head directly where his heart was, the soothing sound of it beating in a nice, slow-paced rhythm and the movement of his chest rising up and down with every breath almost put you right back to sleep.
He cooed and whispered sweet nothings in your ear but they were interrupted when another strike of lightning flashed outside, startling you once again as you covered your ears to avoid hearing the roar of thunder that would soon follow. You were wide awake once again.
“Gosh, it doesn’t sound like the thunder’s gonna stop anytime soon. If it keeps going like that, I don’t think you’re gonna be able to sleep,” Michael said with slight worry in his voice. For him, it was fine if he missed a night of sleep, he was certainly used to it, but he hated seeing you go through a restless night over something you couldn’t control. He wanted to help, but what was he gonna do? Become God and stop the thunder?
“Ugh,” you grumbled as you sat yourself up, “I’m not even tired anymore. Looks like I’m not sleeping tonight.” You slumped out of Michael's grip and plopped yourself onto your side of the bed, facing away from him in a huff. You weren’t upset at him, you were upset that the weather had to be so bad right now. Michael knew how cranky you could get from lack of sleep.
Still, he persisted in trying to calm you down and make you go back to sleep. He turned to his side to face you and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into him as your backside pressed up against the front of him. You gasped slightly as your ass made contact with his protruding bulge, the only thing separating the two of you being the thin lace of your nightie and the fabric of his snug boxer briefs.
You could feel yourself get wet almost instantly. You shifted your legs, trying to contain the wetness that was pooling between them out of nowhere. You could almost feel it begin to drip down your thigh, and the feeling of Michael's growing erection pressed up against your ass wasn’t helping. God, it was so laughably easy for him to make you horny, it was unreal.
You could feel the outline of his dick veins and the precum seeping through. You moved your legs and fiddled with your nightie, discreetly trying to push it down so that your wetness wouldn’t spill onto him. Michael took note of that, gently pushing your hands away and slipping his own hands under your nightie, firmly grasping your hips, massaging them, trying his hardest to contain himself. His hands nearly twitched trying to avoid your erogenous zones. He didn’t want things to move too quickly.
You turned to face him and pressed your lips against his, starting out slow and gentle as you two gave each other nothing but quick lazy pecks. However, it quickly transitioned to the two of you devouring each other like hungry animals. You grabbed fistfuls of Michael's hair as you moaned softly into his mouth, his tongue gliding across yours and refusing to let go. Michael's hand slithered underneath your nightie once more and placed itself on your bare ass, squeezing it with great force. Your body grinded against his, your soaking wet folds dampening his underwear, making his cock throb with desperation. He groaned lowly, the vibration in his throat making you tremble as you felt his cock twitch up against your clit, just begging to pound into you.
You broke yourself away from the kiss, as much as you didn’t want to. The only reason you did so was because you needed air. “Michael,” you mumbled breathlessly into his ear, “please~”
He wasted no time in removing his boxer briefs and throwing them to the floor in a haste. His cock sprang free with an intense recoil, lightly hitting against your clit, making you jump with a moan. His precum created a string between your vulva and him, connecting the two of you as one.
Michael pinned you down on your back, maneuvering himself on top of you as he voraciously kissed you once more, his lips so needy and hungry for you. His hands traveled up and down your body, finding their way to your nightie to remove it completely, leaving the both of you fully nude. His large hands grabbed and kneaded your tender breasts, massaging them while he gently pinched and tugged at your sensitive nipples, making you whimper beneath him.
His lips started traveling away from your mouth and down your neck, leaving wet hickeys on your sweet spots that would certainly bruise later. At the same time, his right hand wandered down your body until it made contact with your dripping hole, collecting some of your juices to coat your clitoris in before gently rubbing it in controlled circles. You squirmed and wriggled under his grip as electric rods of pleasure surged deep within you. His slender fingers caressed your vulva further, making sure to tease your entrance while they were at it. You whimpered lightly when his middle and ring finger slipped inside of you with impossible ease, stroking your inner walls to prepare you for what was to come.
CRACK!
Another bout of lightning and thunder whipped the sky, this one so intense that the thunder roared almost at the exact same time that the lightning flashed. In a panic, your hands removed themselves from Michael's hair and raced to cover your ears as your eyes fused themselves shut. Michael acted swiftly by pulling you in close to his body and pressing his lips against your forehead.
"Shhhh, it's okay, baby, it can't hurt you," he whispered in between kisses. "The thunder's only temporary, baby."
With your eyes still closed, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him in for comfort like a teddy bear. His head buried itself in the nook of your left shoulder and he nibbled gingerly on your earlobe as his soft curls tickled your nose. The rapid thumping of your heart pattered onto his own sweat-gleamed pecs, but this time, it was for a reason unrelated to the perilous thunder.
With his entire weight on top of you and your bodies pressed together with not a centimeter of space between each other, there was only one place where his throbbing member could be at this moment, and that was resting amply between your slippery folds. His tip aligned with your entrance but hovered ever so slightly away from it. So painfully close, yet so painfully far.
"Michael~" you whined in his ear, "I can't wait any longer, I need you inside me already." You impulsively bucked your hips, making your vulva tap him just in case he needed a nonverbal hint.
He grinned against your ear and tucked his hands beneath your thighs to pull them up, your knees resting comfortably against the sides of his waist. "Anything for my baby," he murmured.
With one hand cradling your head and the other gripping the base of his cock, Michael lifted his hips ever so slightly and positioned himself right at your entrance. He rubbed his raw tip around the edges of your hole in tiny circles before pushing himself in, taking pride in the rhapsodic moan that ejected from your mouth and directly into his ear as he filled you up.
Meticulously, Michael pushed himself all the way in until his hips met yours. Your thighs rested nicely on top of his and his cock stuffed you just the way you liked, sitting idly in front of your cervix and being hugged by the slick ridges of your pussy's walls.
Gripping onto his hips, you beckoned him to start moving in and out of you, and he did just that, steadily grinding on you, the coarse curls of his pubic hair tickling your vulva with each elongated stroke.
Once you grew accustomed to his size, he picked up the pace, following a stable rhythm that synchronized with the rain outside which had since turned into torrential downpour. Every instance of him sliding in and out of you brought ripples of nerve-stricken pleasure to your core, radiating through the rest of your body in the form of intense heat bubbling underneath your skin that his touch could no longer cool down.
You could feel every vein of his girthy cock grazing the inside of your pussy. Your whimpers of vulnerable desperation blended with the euphoric moans escaping from Michael's lips created a symphony against the aggressive background noise of the rain that coerced your eyelids to flutter closed, making you take in this moment as if you'd never experience anything like this ever again, though you knew full well that that was far from the truth.
Michael's wet lips feverishly pecked at your face, desperate to find your lips until they collided at last like magnets. Your tongues twirled around each other as his cock continued to pound into you, his hips slapping yours with an audible clap every second on the dot.
"God, you feel so good, baby," he whispered into your mouth in between kisses, his voice low and raspy. "You're perfect in every way, I'll never get tired of you. Never, never, never, never~"
He planted sloppy kisses in between each "never" he spoke, missing your lips half the time but you couldn't care less. You were about to say something in response before he glided two of his fingers into your mouth, inducing you to suck, which you did with pleasure. The saltiness from both his sweat and the remnants of precum that had gotten on his hands tasted delectable on your tongue. After several seconds of licking his slender fingers, he removed them from your mouth, bringing a string of saliva out with them which he lapped up before it could fall on your chest, and crept his slobbered fingers down to your throbbing clit.
You mewled at the initial touch, cool in temperature and so overwhelming for the most sensitive part of your whole body, but as Michael brushed his fingers across your clit as well as your surrounding flesh, you relaxed and your eyes fell again as your head rolled back on the pillow, overcome by double stimulation being done on you.
You tried your best to keep it together, but you slowly felt the ribbons that were holding back your orgasm fraying at the seams. Michael skating his tongue across your jawline and neck and leaving wet kisses wherever it landed, his nimble fingers tracing unidentifiable shapes and symbols on your aching nub, his cock slamming into you with no mercy making the headboard bang against the wall with each ruthless thrust, his sweltering body flush against yours and his back muscles tensing as you dragged your nails across his skin. It was all becoming too much. The buildup was drawing close to it's grand finale, and it looked as though the same could be said for Michael with the way his thrusting rhythm sputtered into sloppy out of control strokes and his breathing drastically picked up speed with dainty whimpers sprinkled into the mix.
"I can't—I don't know if I can hold on any longer, baby," he breathed into your neck.
"I'm almost there, I'm gonna cum, Michael, just don't stop, please~" you responded, swinging your legs up to his back and interlocking your ankles to trap him in; his kryptonite. No matter how hard he tried, Michael was never able to contain himself whenever you pulled out the classic move.
In a frenzied fit, his thrusts gained more speed, his fingers ferociously massaged your clit while trying not to subconsciously ball themselves into a fist, his teeth sunk into the base of your throat, and with a muffled roar of a moan, everything spilled out of him and inside of you, thick ropes of warm cum shooting out of his pulsating cock and into your contracting pussy as you too rode out your high, your juices gushing out and spilling all over him. You both clung onto each other for dear life as your climaxes took over. You wailed Michael's name and he sweetly cried yours as he pumped every last drop of cum inside of you, feeling the same fiery explosion of pleasure deep in the pit of his stomach as you did.
Eventually, your cries turned into tiny whimpers and murmurs as your bodies relaxed once the final bit of your orgasms subsided. Michael lay on top of you for a little while longer with his cock still buried within you, being squeezed gently by each post-orgasm throb that your cunt did impulsively. After several minutes of laying in comfortable silence, Michael got up from the bed to grab a towel from the bathroom to clean you off. Once he finished wiping all of his discarded cum off of your pussy and thighs, he grabbed your nightie from the floor and dressed you before doing the same to himself with his boxers.
Throwing the towel in the hamper, he crawled back into bed and kissed your forehead, snuggling you in tight in the same spooning position that you two were in earlier, and you quickly faced towards him so that you could inhale the leftover animalic musk of his sweat. Michael rubbed your back in an attempt to soothe you even further just in case his primary method wasn't enough. As his eyelids were just about to cave in to allow him to fall into his much needed slumber, another ear-splitting crash of thunder hurled through the sky, startling him awake. When he looked down at you to make sure you didn't get frightened by it, he was pleased to see that you hadn't flinched one bit, for his remedy had worked and you were fast asleep, even drooling on your pillow a little bit.
content: Off the wall/ Destiny Tour era Michael Jackson x Wife! Reader
michael can’t fathom the idea of being away from his wife for more than a day. he needs to come home to you, matter of fact he’s not going on another damn tour if you can’t go.
warnings: 18+ minors dni, young married couple, p in v, almost caught, semi-descriptive body worship, curvy reader, freaky shit in the back of a tour bus, kind of getting caught.
wc: 930+
lover girl
The tension in the Jackson household had been thick enough to cut with a knife for weeks. Michael had been adamant, his voice trembling not with fear, but with a desperate, burning need. He wouldn't step foot on the stage for the US leg of the Destiny tour unless you were by his side.
To Michael, you were his sanctuary, and he cherished every curve of your body. He adored the lush, soft swell of your hips, the gentle, softness of your stomach that he loved to press his face into, and those thick, beautiful thighs that he claimed were the most perfect things he’d ever seen. Your natural coiled hair was a crown he loved to stroke while he whispered promises of a future where no one could tell him who to love.
Standing in the hallway, you leaned against the wall, your heart hammering against your ribs. Beside you, Lotoya and Katherine stood in supportive silence, their expressions grave. Every other wife is going why can’t you? From the home office, the shouting erupted.
"I don't care about her! This is a professional tour, Michael! We have an image to maintain!" Joseph’s voice boomed, authoritative and cold.
"That's my wife, Joseph!" Michael’s voice cracked, raw with emotion. "I can't do this without her. I can't handle the pressure, the lights, the noise unless I have her to come home to at night. Please!"
"He's right, Joseph,” Jackie chimed in, his voice calmer but firm. "Michael's been working himself to the bone. All our girls are going, why can’t his? If having her there keeps him focused and happy, why fight it?"
"Exactly," Marlon added. "She's good for him. Let him have this."
The argument raged for an hour, a tug-of-war between Joseph’s rigid control and Michael’s desperate love. You held your breath, tears pricking your eyes, until finally, a heavy silence fell.
"Fine!" Joseph spat, the word sounding like a defeat. "She comes. But she stays out of the way. One slip-up, one distraction, and she's on a plane home boy."
Fast forward to the US leg of the tour. The tour bus was a humming beast of chrome and diesel, cutting through the night. In the front lounge, the atmosphere was rowdy. Marlon and Jackie and their significant others were half-drunk, laughing loudly and playing card games with a few members of the stage crew, their voices echoing through the cabin. The others were on a second tour bus of their own.
In the back room, however, the world had shrunk down to just the two of you.
Michael had lost all his composure the moment the door clicked shut. He had stripped you with a frantic hunger, his hands gripping your wide, soft hips, pulling your plush body against him. He had ripped your underwear off with a guttural growl, but he didn't throw them away. Instead, he had stuffed the soiled fabric deep into your mouth, gagging you to stifle the screams of pleasure he knew you’d let out.
Now, you were bent over the small built-in table, your ass hoisted high in the air, your heavy, soft thighs trembling. Michael was behind you, his lean frame contrasting with your generous, pillowy curves. He was buried deep inside you, his cock slamming into your pussy with a rhythmic, violent intensity.
Slap. Slap. Slap.
The sound of his pelvis hitting your full cheeks was loud in the small room. You could hear the wet, sloppy pap-pap-pap of your drenched pussy being hammered raw. To make it even more intense, Michael had shoved his thumb deep into your tight asshole, stretching you open, his digit hooking inside you while he drove his cock into your cunt.
You were losing your mind. Your eyes were rolled back, your muffled moans vibrating against the fabric in your mouth. You tried to push back, trying to fuck yourself back onto him, your wide hips grinding against him in a desperate search for more.
Michael was struggling to stay quiet. He had the bottom of his stage shirt clenched tightly between his teeth, biting down hard to keep from whimpering or crying out as he felt your tight walls squeezing his shaft. He was obsessed with the way your soft hips moved with every thrust, the way your hair spilled over the table.
Suddenly, the heavy footsteps of a drunk Marlon stumbled toward the back. He banged loudly on the door, his voice slurred and teasing.
"Y'all better not be in there being nasty!" Marlon yelled, laughing to himself. "I know you, Mike! Keep it clean!"
The sudden threat of being caught sent a jolt of pure electricity through your spine. Your pussy clamped down on Michael’s cock like a vice, flooding him with an explosion of heat and lubrication. You let out a muffled, high-pitched keen into the gag, your body shuddering.
Michael didn't slow down. If anything, the risk made him more feral. He let out a muffled groan into his metallic shirt, his thrusts becoming shorter, faster, and more desperate. He hammered into you one last time, burying himself to the hilt, his thumb pressing deep into your rectum.
"Oh god... yes..." he whimpered against the fabric of his shirt.
With a final, powerful thrust, Michael erupted inside you, his warm cum filling your pussy to overflowing. At the same moment, your own orgasm crashed over you in waves, your internal muscles pulsing violently around him. You collapsed onto the table, shaking and breathless, while Marlon’s laughter faded as he stumbled back toward the front of the bus, completely unaware that his brother had just claimed you in the most explicit way possible.
req: blackfem!reader makes jermajesty try a labor simulation device after giving birth to his baby girl so he can know how it feels
warnings: none
a/n: yesyesyesy , a continuation to the baby girl series kinda?
you were just chillin with your baby girl in your arms. the first thing you did when you got home about a month ago with your baby girl was have a glass of wine.
you NEEDED it, and you finally had some and life was great. Jermajesty took care of her too, he was obsessed with her but he wouldn’t admit it.
you knew he was obsessed. anyway you were watching the love island episode you missed last night and you heard Jermajesty coming downstairs.
“She’s sleep. But anyway I was on tiktok and saw a labor simulator, and I ordered it. It should be here today” he told you.
“Oh? You’re gonna try it?” you asked him.
“No, you’re gonna try it. I wanna see if it’s the same.” he told you before going to the door and picking up the package.
“Nah nigga you played, fuck you think I am gonna try that shit?? You gon try that sit come here.” you replied, getting up and snatching the package from him.
you sat him down and put it on him. “I’m start on level 1, okay?” you told him. he nodded.
you put it on the highest level instead and he screamed. “NIGGA WHAT THE FUCK???” he yelled. “Chill bro our child is sleeping.” you laugh.
“No nigga turn that shit off please!!!!” he said, he was on the floor clutching his stomach, his ass in the air.
you slapped his ass. “Damn yo shit fat. But your brothers is bigger.” you said laughing again.
he side eyed you before ripping the thing off and stand up and hovering over you. “Repeat that.” you looked up and him, slowly getting turned on. “Nothin” you said.
“That’s what I thought.” he said before slapping your ass.
you yelp before getting behind him and slapping his ass harder. “OUCH!” he clenched his cheeks.
you flicked his forehead before going into the kitchen and getting you something to eat, leaving him there to pout and whine.
description: a steamy friends-to-lovers romance sparked by a blackout. years of secret longing explode into a shared, guided masturbation session that is equal parts dirty and deeply romantic, leaving them realizing they were each other’s fantasy all along.
a/n; uhhh i’m supposed to be working on story 3 for my series, but i just wanted to throw out something random. (sum sweet fa da kids.)
the room lit up fully, as you watched michael carefully set up the fireplace. you stayed seated on the coach, wrapped in multiple blankets.
just before the power went out, the news explained the quite unexpected snowstorm that was hitting your areas.
you and your best friend michael, wanted some time away from everything, so he practically begged you to come on vacation with him.
most people’s vacation would be the beach, or somewhere tropical. but michael picked a cabin in the mountains, where nature peaked at its best.
after the secluded cabin had been lit with candles and lamps throughout, you and michaels stayed relaxed on the couch.
your eyes glued to the book, that you’d thought would keep your attention. but it doesn’t.
you toss the book on the floor and groan in annoyance. michael who’s melodic thoughts were interrupted by your expression of complaint, raised a brow. “everything alright?”
sighing in defeat, you scrunch your legs up into your chest, like a child; throwing your head back against the armrest you finally explain. “i’m so bored, mikey.”
michael, who hummed in response, brought his legs upon the couch, getting into a cross-cross apple sauce position, faced you.
bringing his hand up to his chin, his eyes stayed on you. “whatcha wanna do?”
curling up against your body, your head relaxed onto your left knee, which watched your hand gently caressing your other knee in thought.
“talk to me.” you state. “tell me somethin’ you’d never tell anyone.”
michael dropped his head down nervously, considering what and what not to say.
the fire crackles softly behind you as snow continues to fall outside the cabin windows. he takes a slow breath, staring into the flames before finally turning those intense eyes on you.
"something I've never told anyone before?" his voice is quiet, almost hesitant. "i’ve been in love with you for years," he admits softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
"like, actually, desperately in love. i thought i could suppress it by staying your best friend, but... being snowed in here with you? It’s killing me."
he finally meets your gaze, his expression raw and vulnerable. "i’ve never told a soul that."
you study him quietly, letting the words sink in. slowly, you raise an eyebrow and tilt your head. "years, huh?" you lean closer, your voice soft but knowing.
"well, might as well share. i’ve had feelings too. might even have been in love longer." you let the words hang between you, watching him react.
"when did you know?" michael stares, his voice strained. his gaze flickers to the fire, then back to you.
you shrug dramatically, playing with a loose thread on the couch. "two years ago at that bonfire party when you got into that fight and defended me without hesitation. i was so hot for you." you pause, biting your lip.
michael lets out a startled laugh, the sound deep and echoing in the quiet cabin. "you were hot for me back then?" you could tell he was amused.
but then his laughter dies in his throat as the realization hits him—you weren't just admiring his character;
you were physically craving him. the air between you instantly grows heavy, charged with sudden sexual tension.
michael shifts uncomfortably on the couch, the fabric rustling as his thighs press together. the image of you, desperately wanting him, makes his cock stir.
"hot for me, huh?" he breathes, voice slightly strained. he clears his throat, leaning back. "well... i’ve been hot for you before too." his eyes meet yours, heavy and dark.
"that one cookout.” michael whispers, his voice softer now, more tender. "we were in the pool, you came out in that tiny bikini, dripping wet..."
he smiles softly at the memory. "you bent over to pick up your towel and i—god, my heart stopped, i hid in my room for an hour." he rambled nervously.
you giggle, leaning closer as you tease him. "so you hid in your room for a whole hour... what exactly did you do that entire time? play with yourself?" you wiggle your eyebrows playfully.
michael’s face explodes into crimson. he buries his face in his hands, his voice muffled and utterly mortified. "that’s—fuck, that's not what i—“
you lean in closer, your voice soft and reassuring. "hey," you say gently, "there's nothing wrong with that. it’s completely normal. i mean, even i—" you pause, feeling your own cheeks flush slightly at admitting it out loud. "even i touch myself sometimes."
michael eyes widen slightly at your admission, his embarrassment momentarily forgotten as he processes the information. "you—you mean, you actually...?" he trails off, his voice growing hoarse as he imagines you touching yourself.
his mind races with new images, his earlier mortification replaced by growing arousal.
you nod slowly, a playful smirk curling your lips. "i think about you when i do it," you admit, your voice dropping to a sultry whisper.
michael freezes completely, his jaw going slack. "you—what?" he chokes out, his brain short-circuiting.
the confession hits him like a truck, instantly turning him on and leaving him in utter disbelief.
as your confession sinks in, he slowly begins to rub his thighs, unconsciously soothing himself. his voice comes out barely above a whisper, laced with equal parts curiosity and arousal.
"so when you're... touching yourself..." michael starts, his hands still rubbing his thighs, his voice strained.
"what exactly do you think about me doing?" he swallows hard, his imagination already running wild. "like... what would you want me to be doing to you?"
the question hangs heavy between you, his cock straining against his jeans as he waits for your answer.
"i imagine you..." you start softly, your voice trailing off as your hand moves to rub your own thigh, mirroring his gesture. you release your legs from the closeness against your chest, spreading them slightly.
your breathing quickens, the air thick with mutual arousal. "i imagine you kissing me... everywhere. your hands all over my body... mouth on my neck..." you pause, your eyes meeting his.
michael stares at you, completely undone by your description. his pupils blow wide, and he squeezes his thighs, clearly struggling. "god..." he groans deeply. "i’m hot for you right now." he lets out a low chuckle.
he shifts his hips, exposing a massive, hard bulge pressing visibly against his jeans. there is absolutely no hiding how turned on he is.
you bite your lip hard, your eyes locked on the obvious tent in his jeans. "touch yourself," you whisper, your voice breathless with want. "tell me what you think about when you jerk off to me... while you do it."
michael’s breathing hitches. he reaches down slowly, his palm pressing against his bulge, groaning at the contact.
his hand stays pressed against his cock, rubbing slowly as he speaks. "usually... i imagine you're under me," he starts, voice strained and deep. "your legs spread—like that—" his eyes flicker down to see you've already opened your legs, your fingers tracing over your pants.
"and I'm tasting you... eating you out until you're dripping all down my mouth.” he breathes. you never knew michael could be so lewd.
a soft moan escapes your lips as you respond. your hand slowly slips under your sweatpants, the friction on your sensitive skin making you shiver.
"mmm... you're turning me on so much," you whisper, your voice thick with need. "your voice alone... just talking like that..." your fingers trace circles around your core, eyes never leaving his.
michael’s hand presses harder against his bulge, his eyes desperate as he watches the movement of your hand beneath the fabric.
"please," he begs, his voice cracking. "take off the sweatpants. i need to see... i need to see exactly what i’ve been imagining for so long." he groans, shifting his hips. "please, baby... let me see you."
you quickly shrug off your sweatpants, revealing your pretty, glistening, throbbing cunt. your core is already dripping wet, shining under the firelight.
michael’s brain completely shorts out. "shit—shit—I can't—" he chokes out, his cock straining violently against his jeans. he fumbles with his pants, practically yanking his hard cock out.
you feel your face heat up as you stare at his exposed cock—thick, veiny, and throbbing with need. "god, you're so big.” you whisper, unable to help yourself.
your hand pauses on your core as you watch him. "stroke it. for me." your voice has a demanding edge. "i want to see you—stroke yourself for me."
michael immediately wraps his large hand around his thick cock, starting slow, steady strokes. his eyes lock onto your wet pussy, mesmerized.
"spread your legs wider, baby," he coaches softly, his voice breathless. "rub that pretty clit... circle it with your fingers. just like that. good girl..." he strokes himself faster. "don’t stop, sweetheart."
you both scoot closer on the couch, the heat between you intensifying with each stroke. your feet now rest at his waist, your legs bent while his are stretched out flat.
his free hand grips your ankle tightly; occasionally traveling up to your knee, while your free hand rests against his shin, both of you connected by touch as you pleasure yourselves.
"faster," he groans, his hand pumping his thick cock quicker.
you grip his shin tightly as you start grinding against your fingers, your wetness coating them.
a sticky white liquid oozes out of your pussy, making soft, obscene sounds as you move.
michael watches with rapt attention, his own strokes becoming jerky and urgent.
"oh, michael," you gasp, holding onto his leg as you grind harder. "i’ve wanted you for so fucking long." your eyes lock with his before looking away, filled with raw desire and something deeper.
"look at me," michael commands suddenly, his voice rough and dominating. "don’t take your eyes off me." you force your gaze to lock with his, the intensity overwhelming you instantly.
your clit throbs violently, your orgasm threatening to crash down any second. "don’t cum yet," he warns instantly, reading your body perfectly. "hold it, baby... hold it for me."
"you’re so beautiful," michael groans, his hand pumping faster. "always have been. ever since we’ve met. i noticed you."
he watches your face contort in pleasure. "even when you dated other guys... i hated it. wanted you so bad." his eyes never leaving yours as he confessed. brows furrowed in pleasure.
you bite your lip, your fingers circling your clit relentlessly. "’michael..." you moan, unable to further elaborate.
"i’m gonna cum," you whimper, your eyes glazing over with tears of pleasure. "i can't— michael, i can't hold it anymore." your body trembles, your pussy twitching.
michael’s control snaps. "cum," he commands, his strokes ragged and desperate. "cum with me, baby. i’m right there... i’m—"
your bodies move closer instinctively, your hands tangled together between your legs as you both explode. michael’s hot cum shoots out, splattering onto your clit and fingers, mixing with your own juices.
you moan his name, your pussy gushing as you cum hard, your entire body shaking.
your breathing slowly steadies, bodies still trembling slightly. michael’s cum cooling on your sensitive skin, your wetness cooling between your thighs.
you both just... stare at each other. no more raw lust—just soft, overwhelming love. he tenderly wipes a tear from your cheek you didn't realize had escaped.
suddenly the tv flickers on and the lights hum back to life. you both jump violently, eyes locking. the silence lasts a heartbeat before michael bursts out laughing, and you follow behind.
he shakes his head, grinning as he stretches. "well... that was fun." he heads toward the bathroom, glancing back with a wink. "let me get you a towel, princess."
A/n: love this idea😩btw does the smaller text size look good or it’s a no?? I couldn’t sleep so this was the result.
Contains: black reader, explicit content, strong language, recording(duh), 2nd pov, squirting, overstim, one use of daddy, facial(wink)
Summary: It’s your birthday and Jermajesty wants something to remember it by
Now playing: Birthday sex - Jeremih
“Happy birthday baby.” You heard Jermajesty whisper in your ear, the touch of his hands roaming over your body. It just hit midnight and Jermajesty—as always—was the first one to tell you happy birthday.
Jermajesty adores the day and constantly goes all out for it. You already know a birthday spam is waiting for you on instagram. “Thank you Maj.” you mumble kissing him back.
“I wanna try something new.” He sat up rubbing his hands together. Leave it to Jermajesty to pull random ideas out of the woodworks. Your eyebrow raised curiously, “go on.”
“How does a birthday movie sound?” The words didn’t click to you, still a bit confused. “A movie?” Your eyebrows were scrunched trying to piece together what he meant.
“A movie.” His hand trailed up your legs landing between your thighs. It finally clicked and your eyes widened, “ohhhh, you’re so nasty.” You giggled swatting at his arm.
“I just want something to remember ma.” He leaned down, capturing your lips once more. The kiss was gentle, a way to express his love through his actions.
You wrapped your arms around him, bringing him closer. You placed your hand on his jaw, feeling the slight stubble and leaned back to look at him.
“Don’t let that shit get out Maj.” you whispered with a glare. He nodded quickly, not hesitating to reach for the rectangular device in his pocket.
“Gon head and put that up, record it on mine.” You told him, pointing at your bejeweled covered phone on the night stand. He let out a quick huff from his nose, “Anything for the birthday girl.”
He grabbed your phone and swiped to open the camera. He positioned himself above you, focusing the camera on your body.
“You look sexy as fuck.” He admired your lingerie covered body, the black lace panties sitting just right, along with the lace bra with a bow in the middle.
Your belly button ring glinted in the camera lenses, your figure coming off as a small blur but still quite seductive.
“Are you just gonna hold the phone the whole time?” You asked him, “you right.” He turned his head around, looking for a spot to set the camera.
He wanted all the right angles, he decided to put it on the dresser, giving a wide view of the high rise window, and both of y’all on the king-sized bed.
“Wait, let me set the mood.” Jermajesty ran towards the speaker and you groaned. You were just ready to feel him all over you.
You stared at the ceiling waiting for him to finish creating his idea of a perfect environment. The familiar ticking beat began to sound from the speaker.
“I know you fuckin’ lying.” You said sitting up to see Jermajesty shirtless. You laughed as he slowly begin to sway to the rhythm of ‘birthday sex’.
“It’s yo’ birthday so I know you want to riiiide out.” Jermajesty sung walking towards you. You face-palmed heart fluttering at the gesture but you still found it hilarious.
As he made his way towards you, still singing he laid you out on the bed. “Oh, you bout to get fucked.” He muttered.
He kneeled down on the floor, hands reaching the waistband of your panties. “You ready ma?”
You nodded, biting your lip in the process. He gives the best head ever, it’s practically a passion of his. If he could spend one day doing anything, it would be to drag his tongue through your pussy repeatedly.
He actually already spent a day doing it, but wouldn’t hesitate to do it again.
The fabric glided down your legs, being exposed to the cool air. “Nice and wet for me.” His tongue immediately circled your clit, eyes looking up at you.
“Fuckkk maj!” you tossed your head back colliding with the cotton pillows. Your hand found his hair, eyes rolling back. His fingers gripped your thighs tightly, warm mouth suctioning against your wetness.
“Oh my god! Yes baby.” Your hips bucked into his mouth, losing control the more he ate. His tongue flicked against your clit quickly, slowly entering his middle and ring finger.
He moaned against your pussy in bliss, he absolutely loves pleasuring you. Your moans sounded heavenly in his ears, only giving him more motivation.
He glanced over at the camera, noticing your legs spread wide in the frame.
His fingers curled, brushing against your g-spot while stimulating your clit. The wet noises from his mouth turned you on so much.
The voice of jeremih played in the background but you could barely hear it over your moans. Jermajesty felt you clench around his fingers and took his mouth off of you.
“You ‘bout to cum pretty girl?” Your breathing picked up feeling your orgasm rise, only being able to nod at his question.
He went back down, only going harder. “I’m cumming.” You whined. You gripped the bedsheets, hips grinding up into his face as your release washed over you.
He didn’t take his mouth off, continuing to eat away, your flavor coating his tongue. “S-stop playin’.” You got out trying to catch you breath.
Your clit felt sensitive as he continued to suck and lick on it. “Gimme one more, please ma.” He mumbled.
His hand rubbed up and down your thigh softly, coaxing you to another orgasm. He slowly licked this time, making you feel every purposeful flick of his tongue.
“I love you baby.” He mumbled, continuing his soft ministrations. You could’ve cried, feeling your second wave slowly rise. “I-I love you too Maj—fuck.” Your eyes rolled back.
Your legs slowly inched closed, overwhelmed from the stimulation. Jermajesy made sure to hold them open.
He pulled away, using one hand to rub your clit. “Cum on camera for me baby. Lemme see you make a mess.”
You practically forgot about the camera, mind too fogged from his tongue.
He went back down, fingers sliding in with a singular curl. You moaned, body quivering as your second release, rained down him—Literally.
He stuck his tongue out, attempting to catch most of the squirt in his mouth. He waited till you were finished before standing, pulling down his pants and boxers.
“Let’s really put on a show.” He said, running to grab the phone. He walked back, your phone still in hand. “Damn, you trying to get up close and personal.” You laughed, still out of breath.
“Gotta show them how much I love the queen.” He angled the camera to where you could see his dick stroking up and down your folds.
“Hold ‘em back for me ma.” He asked, you held your legs back giving the camera a shot of your wet pussy.
“Shit look so pretty, whose pussy is it baby?” He gently slapped his tip against your clit, the weight of it making you moan a bit.
“It’s yoursss, now put it in.”
“A lil greedy ain’t you?”
He slowly entered, stretching you out. You both let out moans, his hand coming to gently press against your stomach.
The camera shook slightly but he steadied his hand as he bottomed out. “You took me so well ma.” He praised making you moan.
He began to thrust into you, a gentle roll of his hips. The hand that rested on your stomach trailed up to your nipple, rolling and lightly pinching it.
“Just like that.” You moaned still holding your legs back. Your hand glided down to rub at your clit, the triple sensation having you at peak pleasure.
“My baby so needy. Tell me how good you feel.”
“So good—oh my god!—don’t stop.” His hips picked up speed, the bed hinges started to creak.
The soft slaps of skin meeting became an extra sound in the room. Jermajesty didn’t even mind the camera shaking a little, too obsessed with the feeling of you wrapped around him.
“Fuck ma” he set the phone on the nightstand, so you both were in frame but with a closer angle. He wrapped both hands around your thighs and drilled into you.
Your moans became higher, as your eyes rolled back. The speed made him hit a bit deeper causing your legs to shake.
“I feel that pussy getting tight baby, you ‘gon cum?”
“Yes yes yes—please Maj.”
“You ‘gon cum around me?”
“M-maj, I’m so close.” Your hands gripped his biceps as he didn’t let up. His eyes stared down at you, only making you closer.
His stare sent a hot wave of pleasure in your stomach, third orgasm rising. “Cum for me ma.”
“Oh shit! Daddy I’m cumming.” You babbled, mind not processing what just spilled out of your mouth.
Your hand flew to his abdomen as he fucked you through your orgasm. Your eyes were rolled too far back to notice the smirk on his face.
He couldn’t lie and say the nickname didn’t send him spiraling into his upcoming orgasm.
Your legs shook as you came down from your high, replaced with sensitivity. As he felt on the verge of nutting, he pulled out, crawling up your body.
He stroked his dick across your face, your tongue already hung out your mouth, ready to catch his nut.
“Fuckkk, I love you baby.” He said ropes of cum spewing across your face, while some landed in your mouth.
You swallowed with a smile, collecting the rest with a swipe of finger, sucking it into your mouth.
“Nasty ass.” He laughed coming down to kiss you, tongue roaming in each other’s mouths.
“Round 1 of 10.” He smiled. “Stop playing Maj.”
“Nah you know what you called me. Matter of fact let me play it back for you.” He reached for the phone, stopping the recording.
summary: i did a jaafar one so it’s only right i do one for jerdada
tags/warnings: all links from X so you need an account to view. also i’m based in the USA so some countries may be unable to view the links im so sorry for that! lately, these are p0rn videos so if that's not your thing, and/or you're a minor, please don't interact!
author's note: i long to have lazy sneaky sideways sex with jermagesty in the middle of night, it actually pains me to think about *lays down with back of hand on forhead like victorian princess*
taglist: @jermagestyswife, @myah4livz , @melaninjoys , @iith1um , @cinnamoncunt , @szalipcombo , @delictezz , @vict-oryy , @vxn-lakhiaa , @love4niy , @asiatarg , @daniiibananiii , @honeyatsu , @choc0ch1ps , @chloethefantastic , @theyluvkylaaa , @lov3lylxvender , @luvsbia , @swavydadon , @saintwrld (if you want to be added to the tag list leave a comment lm this post)
jermagesty talks you through it, telling you how much he loves your pussy
jermagesty loves deep missionary so he can watch you take all of him
jermagesty loves when you ride him so he can hold you close and hear you moan directly in his ear
jermagesty wants to grind on him until your both weak and cumming on each other
jermagesty send you a video to let you know he’s thinking about you and needs you
jermagesty wants to just take control and ride him
jermagesty can’t keep his hands off of you
jermagesty had to pull over in parking lot to show you who’s pussy it is
jermagesty loves to take care of you
jermagesty already came once but you didn’t want him to stop just yet
Hi! i literally love your work sm and read ur stuff almost everyday!!!💓 i was wondering if can you do like a late night jaafar and randy accidentally catches readerxjermajesty in the act with heavy smut
thank you so much!! 🥹 and YES of course, im working on another story recently. but i’ll definitely get into it as soon as i can!❤️
warnings: praise kink, dry humping, some other shit you’ll find.
req: jermajesty x shy reader w praise kink
a/n: HEYHEY I CAN ATTEMPT TO DO THIS🥰 HOPE U LIKE IT WHOEVER SENT THIS
you and Jermajesty were at your apartment. you were cooking some homemade mac and cheese for the both of you to eat for dinner since the both of you weren’t all that hungry and was craving some mac and cheese. he was on your phone because his phone died and was too lazy to charge his. (the charger was 5 steps away from him).
he was going through your repost because he was nosy and you didn’t mind because of course, you didn’t have anything to hide. so, he was busy doing that until he saw a post that caught his eye. “repost for the girls who have a praise kink.” OF COURSEEEEEE he had to test it out.
he got up and walked towards you
while you were putting the mac and cheese in the oven. he saw this as a chance and slapped your ass and you yelped.
“What the hell was that for? I could’ve dropped it!” you say closing the oven quickly and turning around.
“Nothing, ma, but you look so sexy today” he bit his lip. “Thank you” you say unaware of what he has planned.
“Since the foods gonna take awhile why don’t we pass the time?” he looked at you and you knew exactly what he wanted. So you decided to make a run for it.
“GIRL GET YO ASS BACK HERE” he yelled as he tried to catch up to you but you was too fast for him so he had a plan and went to your bedroom and stood behind the door waiting for you to come through.
and when you do, you think the coast is clear until he slammed the door shut and picked you up.
“JERMAJESTY PUT ME TF DOWN!!!!” you said kicking you legs up in the air. “Nah cause you playing with me now, who told you to run?” he put you on the bed and got on top of you. “You feel that, mama?” he said rubbing his hard on through your clothed shorts.
You moaned lowly as you gripped his shoulders. “Jermajesty fuck-“ you tried closing your legs because the pleasure was too much for you (in a good way) but of course he wasn’t gonna let you. “Be a good girl for me and open your legs more” you didn’t listen so he slapped your thigh “What I just told you to do?” he then forced your legs apart and started rubbing his clothed dick harder against you.
“Jer! oh fuckk t-too much!” you moaned. “Yeah? Too much for you, mama?” he says. then he flips both of you over so that he’s on bottom and you’re on top. you start rubbing your clothed pussy on him at a fast pace that left both of you moaning. “Fuck yeah just like that cmon baby” he said moving your hips with his. you were getting tired and your pace started to falter a bit, so he started to slam his hips up into yours.
“J-JER OOU SHIT Y-YES” you moaned, you gripped his shoulders. “Yeah? You like that, ma? Like when I make you feel this good?” he asks you, already knowing the answer. “Y-yes oh fuck im g-gonna- jer im gonna-“ you couldn’t get the sentence out at all but he knew you were close so he went harder. “Come on baby, be a good girl and let that shit go” he slapped your ass and that was your tipping point and you came which left a wet spot on your shorts.
he kept ramming up into you until he reached his high, “oh f-fuck baby im c-coming-“ and came with a loud groan.
about an hour later you took the food out the oven and put it on the stove to cool off, while Jermajesty was on the game. you went to grab your phone that was left on the counter, you open it and see that the video he was on was the one that made him wanna test out that praise kink.
“JERMAJESTY IM GONNA FUCKING BEAT YO ASS!!!” you said grabbing a belt off the couch and storming right into his room. he was done for.
Synopsis: y/n comes home with an attitude from dealing with stressful clients all day, y/n and Jermajesty had an argument the morning before. Jermajesty tries to talk to her as she ignores him, which pisses him off when she does that. especially for no reason.
Warning!¡- smut, missionary, backshots, rough sex, hair pulling, choking, mouth covering, uses of daddy and good girl.
After a looong day at work y/n finally got home. Y/n unlocks the door and step inside quietly as jermajesty tip toes down the stairs and smiling as he admires y/n’s face and notices a sad expression on it. lifting y/n’s face up to his with his pointer finger and looking in her eyes. “ what’s wrong, baby? “ He says. as y/n doesn’t give him a valid answer but she shakes her head and removes jermajesty’s hand away from her chin sitting her purse on the marbled kitchen island. Walking upstairs as jermajesty follows behind her, grabbing y/n arm tightly and turning her around to face him.
“ why you got a attitude with me all of a sudden? is this about the argument?? if not, i haven’t done anything, baby.” He says as y/n snatches her arm away from him and rolling her eyes.
“ why the fuck are you grabbing m-“
Jermajesty cuts her off by grabbing her neck and making y/n gasp for air, pushing y/n into the wall, causing her to wrap ur hand around his wrist and try to push him off.
“ why you fuckin cussing at me??”
“ i-i’m sorry i-“
“ you came in this house with a attitude for God knows what, you ain’t tell me bout ur day or nothing, but you better lose that attitude for i hurt you girl.”
You finally get a good grip of his wrist as you push him back on his chest.
He looks at you as he holds his chest and frowns his eyebrows down and laughs.
“thats how you gone do me? ight baby.”
Next thing you know, he got you face down assss uppp.
He puts you in a deep arch as ur fat, juicy pussy lips are in the air, You hear him spit on his two fingers and you jump a bit as he rubs it thru your lips.
You close your eyes. “ maj please i’m sorry i don’t have an atti-“
He grips ur hair tighter and yanks it back, “ nah nah, fuck up with that shit.” He cuts you off while slipping his middle finger in your tight warm hole, not even thinking twice about being gentle. Already going fast.
You let out a raspy moan and whines as he starts pounding you with his finger, feeling him add the second one, causing you to grip the pillow in front of you.
“ooh shit maj omg fuc-“ you say as you feel ur stomach start to tighten and get warm.
“ this what happens when you ignore me and you know that shit, you just be tryna test it.”
He takes his fingers out of you as he pulls down his Calvin Klein boxers down, his hard 8inch dick plops out, pre cum already dripping from his tip, rubbing his tip through your folds while you’re begging him to forgive you and how sorry you are.
“ just hear me out! m-maj i’m actually sorry please baby pleas-“
He shoves his dick in roughly, staying still for a moment to feel ur warm pussy grip around him, letting you adjust to his size. grabbing all your hair and holding it in a ponytail, ramming inside you back and forth fast, as the room fills with wet squelch and clapping noises.
“ thwap thwap thwap! “
“ dis shit so wet baby.. take this shit like a good girl mhm..” He comments while giving ur ass rough slaps.
Your eyes roll back as he has a tight grip on your hair, making you look at the ceiling, you feel yourself about to squirt as you throw ur hands behind you, touching his abs and pushing back to try to slow him down, he lets go of your hair letting it flow down, grabbing both of your arms and holding them back as there locked, giving him a better grip onto you as he pulls u back onto his dick, Causing him to go even faster. hitting your cervix as he feels your close.
“ stop holding it in, gimme that shit baby, bust that shit for daddy!!..”
You start shaking and squirting all over his thighs and clean sheets, he throws in a couple strokes as he pulls out as ropes of thick gooey cum fly on ur asscheeks as he groans hard.
“yes jermajesty! oh my goooo-“
“ shhhiiitttt-“
You turn around and looking wrecked and tired with your ass still in the air, you feel his hands turn you on your back, lifting your legs up and pushing them back as ur knees touch your chest, you sigh and shake ur head.
“ please i understand! baby i had enoug-“
“ shut the fuck up y/n. “
he teases your hole a bit, shoving himself inside you as he stares at your facial expressions, lifting his lower body up and finally ramming inside your pussy a lil to hard as you curl your toes, squeezing ur eyes shut.
“ f-f- fuck! o..omg maj im gonna..”
he feels your chase, slamming harder and groaning with you, talking you through it.
“ cmon baby, cum with me.. come on.. fuccckkkk what’s my name what’s my name ..”
he groans as u feel warm spurts in your pussy as you squirt everywhere, making your body jerk around as he holds it in place, not stopping as you squirt, hitting your g-spot hard causing your eyes to roll back and jaw drop.
“ d-daddyyy holy fucking shit!!!~ “
“ yeaaahhh .. mhm push that shit out “
He pulls out and lets his cum shoot out on ur stomach , wiping the sweat off his forehead as his chest and abs are shiny from the sweat.
“ got taught yo lesson huh? “ he chuckles.
You nod ur head while ur legs are closed from the earlier orgasm.
He stands up, slipping on his boxers and picking you up bridal style. Turning on the bathtub as he sits you in the warm water while you relax.
“ i’m sorry for having a .. attitude today “ you say sarcastically.
“ it’s okay baby, just talk to me instead of being weird to me? and oh you being funny again?” he laughs
“ no no no “ you smile, holding and rubbing his arm.
“ i love you maj.”
“ i love you too mama.”
OMGGGGEEE THIS IS MY FIRST STORY LMAO DONT COOK ME.. help me 😢 but lmk how this was but ignore any mistakes lol..
content: straight up SMUT, submissive, shy, but yet so perverted michael. he's absolutely obsessed with you and your body. and it gets nastyy in the best way. you end up dominating him. lot of humiliation appears as well.
summery: you and michael are practically best buddies at this point, so you invite him over. having a fun time...until he steals your panties that he'll drool over
a/n: it really is nasty so be prepared. also mike's really submissive here, basically worshipping you. AND this got way longer than i intended it to be so i marked all the rly spicy parts if you just want to get straight to the point. example:
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with this line, you'll know when the spicy part begins and ends. hope yall like it!!
word count: somewhere at 6.5k
you were introduced to michael through a mutual friend a year ago. since then, the two of you had become surprisingly close, spending countless afternoons together - almost always at his house.
today, however, things were different. for the first time, you invited him over to your place.
your home wasn't nearly as large as michael's. your family was comfortably middle-class, your house being average, but cozy. the familiar scent of home-cooked food drifted through the air, making the place feel even cozier.
"hi, mrs. clark!" michael greeted your mother politely as soon as he stepped inside. "well, aren't you sweet?" she replied with a smile.
lunch was already waiting on the table. As the three of you ate together, michael complimented the food and the house, keeping the conversation going. he listened attentively to your mom's stories and joked around with both of you, making the atmosphere light and comfortable.
before long, lunch was over. your mother gathered her things and headed for the door. "make sure you behave, kids!" she called out with a laugh. you rolled your eyes. "we're not kids anymore, mom." she only laughed harder before leaving to travel for work.
the house fell quiet once the front door closed. since michael would be spending the night, you suggested he change into something more comfortable. he agreed, and the two of you disappeared into separate rooms to change. a few minutes later, you emerged wearing a pair of shorts and an oversized shirt, feeling much more relaxed.
the weather outside was too nice to ignore, so you both headed into the backyard. a small pool sat in the center of the yard, the water sparkling beneath the afternoon sun.
you spent the next several minutes teasing each other, exchanging jokes and playful insults.
"you're getting slow," michael smirked.
"oh, please. you're just getting cocky." before you could react, he gave you a light shove. you stumbled backward, arms flailing as you struggled to keep your balance near the edge of the pool.
"michael!" he immediately burst out laughing. "i wasn't actually gonna let you fall!"
"oh, really?" before he could step away, you pushed him.
his eyes widened. "wait—" SPLASH. the water exploded around him as he landed in the pool. you doubled over laughing, completely satisfied with your revenge. "serves you right!"
michael surfaced, sputtering and brushing wet hair out of his face. "oh, you're dead."
still laughing, you took a step back. unfortunately, that was exactly what he was waiting for. in one quick motion, he reached out, grabbed your ankle, and pulled. you let out a startled yelp before tumbling into the water beside him. another splash echoed through the yard.
when you surfaced, michael was laughing just as hard as you had been moments earlier.
"that's what you get," he said.
you splashed water at him. "hey! how dare you? only i get to do that!"
you both laughed hard. for a moment, though, his expression shifted.
his eyes dropped to your body. your wet clothes clinging to your body. he just stared for a moment. and with the way your clothes hugged you, he was getting a clear view on the shape of your boobs and nipples - especially since you didn't wear a bra. he felt his erection slowly growing. a faint blush was creeping onto his face.
"what?" you asked, narrowing your eyes suspiciously.
"nothing."
"you're acting weird."
"i'm not."
"you totally are."
and judging by the way he refused to meet your eyes, he seemed to be realizing that too.
michael was acting strangely now.
ever since you had fallen into the pool, he couldn't seem to focus. his gaze kept drifting back to you before quickly darting away again.
the sight of your drenched clothes wasn't helping. water clung to the fabric, outlining every curve and detail, while droplets slowly trailed down your skin.
it was all making him flustered. thankfully, you couldn't see his huge throbbing erection beneath the water.
he just couldn't help himself. his eyes were involuntarily peeking at your now drenched cleavage, the way the water droplets on your chest dripped right in between your boo-
"mikee? hello?" you wave in front of his eyes, making him snap back to reality.
"you good?" you ask, wondering why he keeps getting dazed off.
"y-yeah im good."
he definitely wasn't.
you splashed water at him.
"weirdo," you said with a laugh. michael forced a smile.
then you started climbing out of the pool. his eyes followed before he could stop himself.
your soaked shorts clung to you as water streamed down your legs. he was just admiring the perfect shape of your ass. every step only made him more aware of how much trouble he was in.
"let's go, michael."
fuck. he couldn't get out right now. not without embarrassing himself with his hard-on.
"where are you going?" he asked, trying to sound casual.
"probably gonna take a shower now." michael swallowed hard.
his perverted imagination immediately betrayed him, filling his head with images of you - completely drenched and naked - that he desperately tried to push away.
"y-you go ahead," he said. "i'll stay here a bit."
you raised an eyebrow. "oookay... see ya."
with that, you headed back inside. michael was watching as you walked away, his hand squeezing his hard dick.
the second you disappeared through the door, michael let out a long breath and ran a hand through his wet hair.
get it together.
he leaned back against the edge of the pool, trying - and failing - to calm himself down.
eventually, he forced himself out of the water.
the house was quiet now.
he could hear the distant sound of the shower running somewhere inside. as he stepped into the hallway, he paused near the bathroom door. his heart beating fast as you're on the other side completely naked.
"h-hey, Y/N?" he called.
"yeah?"
"where can i get a towel?"
"just grab one from my room. it's right next to the bathroom."
"got it."
michael pushed open your bedroom door. immediately, he was hit by the familiar scent of the room. it felt unmistakably yours. his heart beat a little faster.
he crossed to the wardrobe, searching for a towel. that's when he noticed the pile of clothes you'd changed out of earlier, underwear included.
his breath caught. for a second, he simply stared.
then he looked away.
then looked back.
his thoughts were spiraling now, imagining the laced bra holding your breasts, the matching panties clinging to your pussy all day. this was ridiculous. he knew it was ridiculous.
still, his pulse wouldn't slow down and neither did his now painful erection.
grabbing a towel as quickly as possible and drying himself, he tried to focus on literally anything else.
anything.
the shower continued running down the hall. his gaze drifted toward the bedroom door. then toward the pile again.
"get a grip," he muttered under his breath.
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at the end, his dick got the best of him as he reached down for the worn panties, nervously peeking at the door just in case.
for a moment, he simply held them in front of him and stared. his breathing had become uneven. his heart hammered so hard he could feel it in his chest. he couldn't believe he was actually doing this.
his mind wandered off. wondering what you smelt like. what you tasted like. the curiosity had been building ever since the pool, and now it was impossible to ignore.
slowly, he brought the fabric closer to his face, making sure it was the side that had been against your pussy. then he took a deep breath. fuck.
he felt his dick instantly twitch hard. it was even better than he imagined. he inhaled again. and again. each breath made his head spin a little. small, shaky sounds escaped him despite his efforts to stay quiet. he could get addicted to this.
his tip already drenched in precum as he continued breathing in your scent.
eventually, he lowered himself onto your bed, your panties still pressed close to his face. everything about the situation made it worse. the fact that he was doing this here, in your room, surrounded by your things, and especially in your bed that your skin touches every night, wasn't helping him at all.
without even realizing it, his hips began moving slightly against the mattress.
his eyes drifted back to the garment in his hands. the faint damp spot in the center immediately caught his attention, sending another pulse of desire through him as he realizes it must be your pussy juices.
before he fully thought it through, he brought the fabric closer again, unable to resist. he slowly brings his tongue near the damp spot and licks it. a shaky moan slipped from his lips. you tasted just as good as you smelt, maybe even better, he thought. this was dangerous. he might cum just from this if he keeps going.
his movements became more desperate,
more erratic as he kept on sniffing and licking your panties. he was losing himself in it. every rational thought was being drowned out by pleasure. he can't think straight anymore, his dick doing the thinking for him.
it didn't take long before he realized he was getting close. very close. at that point, consequences didn't matter. not right now. not while he was drowning in sensation. all he can think about is just your worn panties, imagining what your pussy looks like and the pleasure he's getting from all of this.
his breathing became ragged. his hips stuttered. and then, with one final desperate thrust and a pathetic, muffled moan, he came. hard. the orgasm hit him way harder than he expected. his body jerked as wave after wave rolled through him.
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he just lays there for some time, riding out his orgasm, trying catch his breath. slowly, reality began to return. and with it came the shame. finally when he's calm enough, he slowly gets up. his eyes immediately landed on the damp spot, seeing the aftermath of his orgasm. his stomach dropped. what has he done. what is he gonna do. panic starts creeping in.
he puts the panties back and quickly grabs the towel, trying to wipe it off, desperately trying to minimize the evidence. excuses raced through his head. the bed? he could just blame it on his wet shorts from the pool. and the cum in his pants? he can also blame it on the pool. maybe if you noticed anything, he could blame it on that.
maybe.
god, he hoped so.
then the sound of running water from the bathroom suddenly stopped. michael froze. his heart jumped into his throat. you were done showering. you couldn't find out. you absolutely couldn't.
but even now, despite the panic clawing at him, his eyes drifted back toward the panties again. god, the smell really was addicting. for a split second he hesitated. debating. tempted.
then he heard footsteps approaching. acting purely on instinct, he snatched them up and shoved them into his pocket.
then the door opens and you appear. michael tries his best to act normal, casual - like as if he didn't just come from the smell of your panties alone.
"hey, mike. you can take the shower now if you want," you said as you walked into the room.
then you paused. something about the way he was standing looked strange. suspiciously stiff.
in michael's mind, he was doing a fantastic job acting normal.
. . .
clearly, he wasn't.
"y-yeah. thanks."
you narrowed your eyes slightly. he was still acting weird. then your attention shifted to the damp spot on the bed.
"michael?"
his stomach dropped.
"don't tell me you sat on my bed with your wet ass," you accused playfully. for a split second, pure terror flashed through him. then he forced out an awkward laugh. "oh. uh... yeah. oops?" he scratched the back of his neck.
his pulse was still racing, terrified that somehow you'd figure out what had actually happened.
you rolled your eyes. "whatever. i'll just change the sheets while you take a shower."
michael nodded a little too quickly. "right."
without wasting another second, he turned and headed for the door. he went to the guest room first, where he was gonna sleep tonight. there, he opens his backpack and pulls out his pyjamas first. then, after a brief hesitation, he reached into his pocket and took out your underwear. his throat tightened. for a moment, he simply stared at it. then, with a nervous gulp, he quickly tucked it into his bag and zipped it shut.
he grabbed his pajamas to change into and headed for the bathroom. after all, wearing shorts cum-stained and uncomfortable from earlier wasn't exactly ideal.
once inside, he locked the door and began undressing. a moment later, he stepped beneath the hot spray of the shower. the water ran down his shoulders as he tilted his head back, trying to relax.
unfortunately, his thoughts had other plans. he just kept thinking about how you were here, right where he is right now, naked just a moment ago.
he feels himself getting hard again. he breaths out hard, trying to calm himself down. he can't be acting like this at your house, he's your guest after all. your friend. (knowing that at home he jerks off to you multiple times a day). this time, he holds back with all his strenght and doesn't touch himself. trying to distract himself with different thoughts.
eventually, he calmed himself down a bit. he gets out the shower and puts his pajamas on. his cock is just semi hard now, making it easier to hide.
he grabs his cum stained shorts and runs them under water, trying to clean them as much as possible and then hanging them on the heating to dry along with his old shirt.
then he comes out. "michael, in the living room!" you yell out as you hear the bathroom door open.
he followed your voice and stepped into the room. immediately, he stopped. the coffee table was covered in snacks and drinks, and the television was already set up. "oh, what's all this?" he asked, pleasantly surprised.
you grinned. "movie night!!"
michael couldn't help smiling. he dropped onto the couch beside you. "that's actually really sweet. what are we watching?"
you grinned mischievously. "i'm really in the mood for psycho today."
michael stared at you. "a horror movie?"
you nodded. michael absolutely hated horror movies. he got scared way too easily.
"absolutely not!" laughing, he reached for the remote.
you immediately stretched your arm away. "nope!"
the two of you burst into laughter as he tried to steal it from you. you kept moving it just out of reach.
"give it!"
"make me!"
neither of you realized how close you'd gotten. michael leaned further over the couch. you twisted away to keep the remote out of his grasp.
then suddenly-
both of you froze. he was practically on top of you. your breath caught for a second. michael seemed to realize it at the exact same moment. his eyes widened. his heart immediately started racing.
"oh—uh—sorry." he quickly backed away. not wanting to accidentally cross a line (not like you minded), he settled back into his seat. his face had already turned red.
you tried - and failed - not to laugh. secretly, you enjoyed how easy it was to fluster him.
"stop blushing like a virgin." you laughed.
michael's face somehow became even redder. "i'm not—"
"what? you're saying you're not a virgin?" you snorted. "no way."
"i—"
he immediately gave up. clearing his throat, he gestured toward the television. "anyway. the movie."
you grinned triumphantly.
"i guess we can watch it." he was letting you win. again.
"yay!" you couldn't wait to watch michael scream at every jumpscare. the thought alone was hilarious.
and sure enough, throughout the movie, michael reacted to every single scare. every. single. one. sometimes he'd jolt upright. sometimes he'd nearly throw the popcorn. once, he almost yelped.
you were having the time of your life. the funniest part, however, was that whenever something startled him badly enough, he'd instinctively reach for your hand.
the moment he realized what he'd done, he'd immediately let go. "sorry."
then a few minutes later, another jumpscare would happen. and he'd do it again. by the halfway point, you were laughing harder at michael than at the movie itself.
meanwhile, michael was trying desperately to focus on anything other than how warm your hand felt whenever he accidentally grabbed it. his cock the one jumping now.
toward the end of the movie, you started getting sleepy. your eyelids grew heavier with every passing minute, closing involuntarily despite your efforts to stay awake. you fought it for a while, but eventually sleep won. your body relaxed completely. before you even realized it, your head had fallen onto michael's shoulder. the sudden weight startled him. he froze instantly. looking down, he saw that you'd fallen asleep. his heart immediately sped up. he sat perfectly still, afraid that even the slightest movement might wake you. not moving an inch - though his dick sure was, by more than an inch.
he just watches your face, peacefully sleeping. his breathing getting heavy again. the way your face looked so innocent now, the way your head was touching his shoulder and the way you were breathing peacefully made him throb more than it should've. he couldn't help it, his dick was just obsessed with you.
then he panicked again - realizing that if you wake up now, it'll be impossible to miss his huge boner under his sweatpants. shit.
he slowly moves away, gently holding your head, letting you lay on the couch. you didn't wake up, phew.
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he goes quickly, but quietly in the guest room. he closes the door gently. then he finally breaths. it was getting painful with how hard he was. he had to take care of this. fast. just in case you woke up.
his mind rushes to the panties in his backpack. before he could talk himself out of it he crossed the room and unzipped the bag. there they were. his stomach twisted. he grabs them. then he settles on the bed and pulls down his pants. his cock was disgustingly hard, dripping with precum.
he brings the panties closer to his dick, his breath already shaking at the thought. he wraps his cock around your dirty panties and just starts stroking, slow, making him groan. he remembers your sleeping face as he jerks off with your panties. the way you called his name several times today. the way your body touched his on numerous occasions. and the way the wet clothes clinged on your body in the pool.
he couldn't hold on much longer, his body completely weak when it comes to you. his breathing gets faster and silent moans escape him. he's gonna come. he's gonna come right on your panties. he bites his lip. he imagines your pussy again, your wet, warm, tight-
suddenly the door opens. "michael?"
his heart dropped straight to his stomach. he freezes for a second, then panic exploded through him. he rushes with his hands to cover his cock, your panties still wrapped around it. the embarassment was too much. his heart beating like as if he just ran a marathon.
you stood frozen in the doorway as you try to understand the situation. "what the fuck are you doing?" you say almost in disgust, taking in the scene before your eyes.
"i- i can explain- " his voice cracked so badly he barely recognized it.
your eyebrows arch in confusion, "wait. are those my panties?"
michael immediately looked away. the silence was answer enough.
"michael." your voice sharpened "are those my fucking panties around your dick?"
"i–" he couldn't even form a sentence.
you step closer. "michael, i swear if those are mine..."
"they're not..." he mumbled weakly. the lie was pathetic. neither of you believed it.
"move your hands."
his head snapped. "w-what?"
"move your hands."
he shook his head immediately.
"michael." your tone left no room for argument "move your fucking hands right now before i move them myself."
still nothing.
his breathing had become visibly shaky. you weren't having it. before he could stop you, you grabbed his wrists and pulled his hands away.
"wait-" michael yelps but he was too late. the embarrassment hit him all at once. he wished the floor would swallow him whole as his whole dick was out on display.
your eyes widen for a second. his size startles you - you definitely didn't expect him to be this big and thick.
but then you see it. the familiar color. it IS your panties around his big cock. you look up at him slowly, in anger.
"i can explain-" before he can continue, you grab your panties from the bottom of his dick and start pulling them up.
michael twitches at the contact of your hand, moan escaping him as the panties slid from the bottom up. you grab your panties. he cursed at his body in his head for reacting so much in this humiliating situation.
"you're such a pervert, you know that?"
michael couldn't even argue that.
you look at your now ruined panties. michael's just breathing hard and shaky. his hard cock still not softening, not at all. it's almost like he enjoys you being disgusted by him, humiliating him, treating him this way.
"im sorry" he says in a shaky voice. you can't help but get wet at the state of him. he looks absolutely pathetic right now. and the way he said sorry, it was like music to your ears.
"are you really?" this just being an excuse to hear him say it again.
"yes- i promise- im really, really sorry" he repeated himself in the same shaky breaths.
"god this is so embarassing" he says quietly under his breath.
"you did this to yourself, michael, if you weren't such a pervert you wouldn't be in this situation right now, would you?"
he's silent.
"would you?" you raise your voice a bit
he nods his head immediaty "yes- yes you're right." he spits out fast. he gulps. even you treating him like this was making him throb.
michael stared at the floor. his face burned. his heart wouldn't slow down.
"just because you're famous doesn't mean you get to do whatever you want without any consquences."
his gaze stayed fixed somewhere away from you. he couldn't bring himself to meet your eyes. he was far too nervous. far too embarrassed. far too aroused.
"and look at me while im talking to you, that's the least you can do."
he obeys immediately. "yes- im sorry."
"if you're really sorry, then explain to me right now, how exactly my panties ended up here."
his heart was beating incredibly fast. yet still, his cock was rock hard
"i... um..." the words wouldn't come out.
"you what?" you pressed, "spit it out." you weren't letting him avoid the question. not this time. deep down, though, there was something satisfying about seeing him so flustered, so completely at your mercy. it was making you seriously wet.
"i–" before he can continue you grab his cock.
"yeah? continue?" his breath hitched. you were acting as if nothing was happening. gripping his cock in your hand, you slowly couldn't even wrap your whole hand around it which was making you absolutely drenched.
michael's breath was incredibly shaky - both from the nervousness and arousal. god, if you touch him like that, he surely won't last long. not beneath your touch.
he tries clearing his throat so at least he wouldn't sound so pathetic.
"i-i just grabbed them. when i was in your room." his breathing heavy - still sounding pathetic.
"so you just grabbed them? like this?" you grab his cock with more strength now, making him shift as he's sitting down. desperate little noises coming out of him.
"answer me." gripping his cock even more.
he instantly nods his head furiously with that pathetic expression on his face "mhm y-yeah, like that." his voice came out strained.
"and then what?" you stare at his face while biting your lip. you could just fuck him right then and there.
"and then-" his throat tightened, "i sniffed them," the confession came out barely a whisper. he forced himself to continue "on your bed." for a moment, the room falls silent.
you look at him with absolute disgust. yet, somehow, you found it incredibly arousing how gross and perverted he was.
"you dirty-" you gave him a firm stroke, and his body reacted instantly. a helpless moan escaped him, "dirty, dirty boy." each word was punctuated by another deliberate stroke, making it impossible for michael to hide his reactions. his hips lifted instinctively, desperately chasing more contact. "i-im sorry." he stammered.
you slowly dragged your hand from the base all the way to the tip before abruptly pulling away. michael let out a shaky breath. almost disappointed by the loss of your touch.
"i'm really upset with you, michael." as you spoke, you began taking off your pants. michael's breathing immediately grew heavier, his heartbeat thundered in his ears. "w-what are you—"
with your pants now discarded (your oversized tshirt covering you just enough) you cut him off. "since you wanted to be such a pervert and steal your friend's underwear without permission so badly..." you hooked your fingers into your underwear. "...here. have it all."
his eyes widened. you held the garment in your hand for only a moment before shoving it into his mouth before he could protest. "choke on it."
his response came out as muffled whines. the fabric filled his mouth completely. then you pressed your palm over it. "that enough for you now?"
his dick jumping with joy as all he can taste is you. your underwear still warm, he can feel the wetness on them clearly. and now that he knows you're also turned on, it only makes him that much more crazy. he can't believe he has your freshly worn panties in his mouth, the same panties that were sticking to your pussy a second ago. he couldn't be harder, hornier.
without warning, you grabbed him again and started moving your hand with no mercy whatsoever. "that how you masturbated just now?" the only response you got was a string of muffled sounds.
you notice the look on his eyes when he looks up at you. he looks so desperate, so pathetic, like he was pleading for you, for your touch. like he was completely dependent on your touch. you've never seen this kind of look on him, but now that you, it only makes your insides throb more.
you hadn't even done much, and already his hand was reaching toward yours, as if he couldn't help himself.
the look on his eyes starts looking dangerous, almost scared. he grabs your wrist to stop your moving hand.
"who said you could do that?" you say as you let your palm let go off his mouth and taking your panties, damp from his saliva, out of his mouth.
michael immediately sucked in a deep breath. he looked completely wrecked.
"i-i'm sorry," he blurted out quickly. "i was gonna... you know." he was still trying to catch his breath.
"you were gonna what?"
his face somehow became even redder. "y-you know..." he swallowed hard. "i was close."
you stared at him for a moment.
then a smirk appeared on your face. "you're such a pervert, yet you can't even say the word 'cum'?" heat instantly rushed to michael's face. the embarrassment was almost unbearable.
"so, you don't want to cum, is what you're saying?"
"n-no. of course i do." michael swallowed. "just maybe not... in front of you."
"aww, are you shy?" you reached over and patted his head mockingly. "where was all this shyness when you were jerking off in my house with the panties you stole?"
michael visibly winced. "i'm sorry. it won't happen again."
"obviously not," you said with a small laugh. then you tilted your head. "you really like my panties that much? why?"
michael's face turned even redder. "it's just... um..." he hesitated. "the fact that they were yours."
you raised an eyebrow. "so really you just wanted to get as close as you could get to my pussy."
michael nods shyly.
"alright then." you say as you get on the bed. "show me how badly you want it." you spread your legs. michael lets out a shaky breath as he sees your pussy. his breath immediately caught in his throat. the invitation alone was enough to make his heart nearly stop. he feels shy just staring but he can't help it. it looked even better than he'd ever imagined and his dick throbbed hard at the view.
"c-can i?" the question escaped before he could stop himself. it was obvious how badly he wanted permission.
"do you want to?" you smirked. "
"i-" his voice faltered. "yes, please." the answer came out embarrassingly fast
you weren't satisfied. "i wanna hear you beg for it more."
michael's face somehow managed to grow even redder. but there was no way he was letting this opportunity slip away.
"please?" he looked away.
"pretty please?"
still not enough.
"please what?" you asked. "what exactly do you want?"
michael gulped. saying it out loud felt impossible. his embarrassment was practically eating him alive.
yet his desire outweighed his pride.
"p-please...can i lick your pussy?" he was embarassed beyond belief as he said it, but again there was no way he was gonna miss this chance. "can i, please?" the vulnerability in his voice was impossible to miss.
you stared at him for a moment before finally relenting. "go ahead."
his eyes lit up. slowly, almost reverently, he moved closer. his hands settled carefully on your thighs.
for a moment, he simply stared. like he couldn't believe this was actually happening. like he was afraid it would disappear if he blinked. the admiration on his face for your pussy was almost ridiculous. his breathing had become completely uneven. you could feel the warmth of it against your skin.
he looked closely, completely captivated by it. the way he was staring at your pussy - like it was the best thing he'd ever seen - was making you even more wet.
without thinking clearly he gets close to your and just sniffs. he moans at the smell, absolutely overwhelming him as his dick twitches hard.
then he gives it a small lick. fuck. he could cum just from the taste alone.
the sudden contact drew a small sound from you. that tiny reaction was all the encouragement he needed. immediately, his confidence grew. he started to really eat you out now. devouring you as if you were his last meal, like he'd been starving. he became more focused, more determined, completely absorbed in you and your reactions - which just made his dick throb with need every time.
you gripped the sheets beneath you as another sound escaped your lips. every reaction seemed to fuel him further, making him moan and hum against your clit, the vibration of his voice only increasing your pleasure.
"michael..." you breathed his name as your fingers tangled in his hair. your grip tightened instinctively. your hips unconsciously sought him out, needing more.
hearing his name like that on your lips affected him more than it should've. his entire body reacted. he was getting off from eating you out without even touching himself. the sound of your voice. the feeling of your hand in his hair. the realization that he was the one making you feel this way. it all went straight to his head - and his dick.
the room seemed to fade away around both of you. all that remained was the growing tension between you.
you could feel yourself getting closer. and so could michael.
for him, the sensation of finally having your pussy in his face, the one he's been fantisizing about all this time, was almost as pleasuring to him as if he was actually touching himself.
his thoughts were a complete mess. his heart was racing. his breathing had become uneven. his dick was throbbing like crazy.
you tightened your grip in his hair again to guide him closer.
seeing how eager you were and the way you just pushed his face inbetween your thighs only made him moan more. the vibration of a sound he made against your clit sent a powerful shiver through your entire body. that did it. the tension snapped and you came.
pleasure rushed through you all at once, overwhelming every other thought. you held onto him as you came, your entire body trembling with the intensity of it.
it felt incredible. meanwhile, michael could hardly believe what he was witnessing. seeing you cumming as he's basically drowning in your juices, your pussy throbbing right in his face. feeling the way your body responded. knowing he was the reason for it.
the sight completely overwhelmed him and sent him over the edge. feeling intense pleasure and throbbing on his dick, his breath caught and he moaned. before he knew it, he was cumming as well. pathetically, desperately humping once again on the bed.
you both just stayed there for a moment, catching your breath. "michael, that was incredible," you said, still trying to catch your breath. a shy smile tugged at his lips. "you..." he hesitated, face flushing. "you taste so good."
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eventually, the two of you sat up. that's when your eyes landed on the damp spot on the bed. you blinked. "wait..." a realization slowly dawned on you.
"did you just...cum?" michael immediately looked away. "um... yeah." his embarrassment was obvious. "i'm sorry. i couldn't hold it."
for a moment, you stared at the stain. then another memory clicked into place. your eyes widened. "hold on."
michael visibly tensed. "the spot that was on my bed earlier."
a pause.
"when you were in my room."
his face immediately turned red.
your expression shifted. "was that your cum, too?"
michael groaned quietly.
"oh my god..." you say, "michael."
his shoulders sank. "yes."
you couldn't believe it. you shook your head. "did you seriously cum because of my panties?"
michael looked like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole. "um..."
"michael." you warned him.
"yes." his answer was barely audible.
you stared at him. he stared at the floor.
"you are unbelievable."
"i know."
"and such a pervert."
"i know."
he sounded genuinely ashamed.
the problem was that instead of being disgusted, something about the whole situation was having the opposite effect on you. the way he'd been so hopelessly obsessed. the way he'd completely lost his composure around you. the way he kept apologizing. you hated how much you liked it and how much it was making you wet.
before michael could process what was happening, you moved on top of him.
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"you're a pervert," you said firmly. his eyes immediately flicked up to yours."apologize." you say as you grip his dick, teasing him with your entrance.
michael's face grew even redder. the way you kept calling him out should have made him want to disappear. instead, it only seemed to make him more aroused.
"i'm-" before he can finish you grab his cock with your hands, teasing him with your entrance.
"im sorry-" right when he said it, you push his cock all the way inside you. making both you and him moan. your walls clench desperately around his thick cock. he was filling you just right, hitting just the right spot deep inside you.
he's whimpering as the sensation is too much, he's never felt anything this pleasuring. his hips are shifting by themselves. "y/n..."
"you're sorry for what?"
"im sorry for being a pervert-" the words came out shaky and embarrassed. you thrust hard, making him moan like a girl. his dick hitting all the right spots inside you. "fuck michael...you're so big" then you start thrusting in rythm, slowly.
michael was an absolute mess. the pleasure had completely overwhelmed him by now, making him forget all about being shy. he was moaning, whimpering, trembling, all of it - completely unable to keep himself under control.
you grabbed his hands and guided them to your chest, making him hold you while you continued. "oh my god..." michael moaned out.
"y/n im gonna- again-" he yelps out. that was fast, you think to yourself. suddenly you stop thrusting. a desperate sound escaped him immediately. his hips instinctively lifted, chasing the sensation he'd just lost. "w-wait why did you-"
not even letting him finish, you start thrusting again, the rest of his sentence dissolved into another moan. you keep on thrusting. as michaels breathing hard and moaning, though he's trying to hold his voice back (and failing). his hands found your hips again, holding on tightly.
"y/n im gonna cu-" he tries to say with the most desperate voice you've heard tonight.
you stopped again. a drawn-out whine left him. "please.." he breathed, "please, don't stop. please." he looks like he's just about to cry with how much he wanted it, his body reacting on its own as he struggled to stay still.
you bite your lip. "okay then, if you keep saying sorry then i wont stop."
the determination that appeared in his eyes was almost immediate. he would've agreed to absolutely anything for you. "okay- yes. absolutely. i-i will" he swallowed hard, completely out of breath. then he took a shaky breath. "i-im sorry." you give him one hard thrust. his entire body reacted. "keep going" you say.
"im sorry" you thrust again. michaels just a moaning, whimpering mess at this point.
"im sorry...im sorry-" with every apology, you continued, making it harder and harder for him to speak coherently.
still, he forced himself to continue. over and over, like a broken record. like it was the only thing he could think about. tears began gathering at the corners of his eyes from how overwhelming everything felt. his words blurred together. apologies mixed with breathless sounds as he stumbled over every sentence.
then you kiss him. the kiss was messy and completely sloppy, yet somehow more intense because of it.
your pussy is clenching for its life around michaels huge dick. you can feel the build up, the pleasure overwhelming you. you're close. and so is michael apparently with how hard he's gripping your hips.
"y/n-" he tried to say something. but the moment the words left his mouth, you silenced him with another deep kiss.
you kept moving, unable to stop as you chased the overwhelming pleasure building between you. neither of you could think straight anymore. the tension had been building for what felt like forever, and now it was finally reaching its peak.
then, with one particularly hard thrust, it hit you. your entire body shook. a wave of pleasure crashed through you so suddenly that it stole the breath from your lungs. every muscle tensed as your body spasmed uncontrollably.
the sensation seemed to push michael over the edge too. the moment he felt your reaction, he completely lost what little composure he had left. a desperate moan escaped him as he followed right behind you. you feel his cock throb as he cums inside you.
for several seconds, neither of you could do anything except cling to each other while the aftershocks rolled through your bodies. both of you were trembling. shaking. trying to process the intensity of what had just happened.
eventually, you broke the kiss. the two of you stayed there for a moment, breathing hard as you struggled to catch your breath.
michael looked completely overwhelmed. his face was flushed, his breathing uneven, and he still looked like he couldn't quite believe any of this had actually happened.
"thank you," he breathed. then he said it again. and again. the words came out in that same desperate, breathless voice, as though he couldn't think of anything else to say.
