zombie mike lover #1

weird gay pervert | 18+ | zombie fabio in a gimp suit on the mjyaoi discord

[evilgaypiratejackson]

intro + masterlist

mentally ill zombie fucker ☣︎ 18 ☣︎ gay chud

MDNI!!!

pro-fic, anti-censorship. i am into some very freaky shit if you could not tell already by the zombie thing, be warned. proud to be already cancelled on mjtwt. sub mike enjoyer but im switch vers so my fics could have anything. male and gender neutral reader only. i also post art sometimes #mjyaoi<3

masterlist:

chaser sub!mike eating ftm reader out

zombie!mike headcanons

crazy fan reader taking care of zombie!mike during the outbreak (gn!reader + smut)

hurt/comfort, awkward gay confession from otw!mike

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average day in mjyaoicord

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zombie!michael x gn!reader

MDNI. It is 5 am I am not rereading this so there might be errors

summary: As luck would have it, the day you finally muster courage to visit your favourite celebrity is when the zombie apocalypse breaks out. While others panic and flee, you just see an opportunity.

tags: the general grossness that comes out of being with a zombie, kidnapping? (hes a zombie you kind of have to), mike eats people, reader is insane and delusional but it works out, nursing zombie mike back to (relative) health, DUB-CON!! (mike giving), zombie heat, readers sex is ambiguous, mike penetrates you

Blood covered the crumpled hood of your car as you skidded to a stop outside the gates of Hayvenhurst. You slammed the door with trembling hands, leaning against it for a moment. The trip here had certainly been something. You had sped through the chaos; through screaming, running crowds of people and through moaning, shambling crowds of the undead. You weren't sure which of two groups the people who went over the top of your car belonged to, but frankly you didn't care. You had an important mission. On your way here, you only made a brief stop when you spotted a half eaten soldier on the ground, running out to grab his stuff. If you were gonna protect Michael you had to have something to do it with, obviously.

It was easy to jump the gates. The place looked to be completely deserted. All the security had valued their own lives and family over however much they were getting paid. Or maybe you were stupid, and all the Jacksons had fled to some secret bunker and you came all the way here for nothing.

Only one way to find out. You pushed the front door open easily, it had been left unlocked. Slowly, you creeped into the home. 

Empty.

You made sure to check all the rooms were clear as you progressed through the house. The bedrooms were in disarray, things hastily thrown about, like everyone had packed and left in a hurry. A lump formed in your throat as you saw this. Were you too late? Ruined your chance?

A thump made you startle. You snapped to the last room you hadn't checked. While the other doors had been thrown open or left ajar, that one was actually shut. Thump. Thump. Growl. Whoever that was behind it certainly wasn't a human anymore.

You readied your crowbar - you wouldn't waste the rifle on a single zombie. Quickly, you threw open the door, leaping back.

Your heart dropped to your stomach, so heavy you almost threw up on the spot. Not from disgust, or from fear - from distress.

It was him. 

Michael.

His curls were messy and slick, sticking to his face. It had only been a couple hours but he already looked different - more gaunt. And green. His eyes were wide and cloudy, and his jaw hung loose. 

You snapped out of it when he lunged towards you, quickly side stepping.

You couldn't kill him. No way. Quickly, you ran into his bedroom, pulling the blanket off his bed. "Michael! Calm down!" You pleaded as he turned around, stumbling your way again.

You threw the blanket over him and pounced. As dangerous as zombies were, they were also very stupid. Michael thrashed wildly in your arms, confused as the world around him suddenly went dark. You tackled him to the ground, then took the small break you had to rapidly scan the room.

A fireplace. You hoped the metal bars on it would be strong enough to him. 

You muttered an apology under your breath as you wrestled Michael to the fireplace. Man, angry zombies were hard to handle. Then came the even harder part: while still keeping the blanket over his head, you used some rope you were carrying on you to tie his wrists against the bars, wrapping them firmly again and again until the whole length was used up. Just in case. 

Finally, you stumbled a good 6 feet away from him, waiting. He shook the blanket off him.

He snarled, trying lunge at you, the metal frame rattling. But it didn't break. His teeth snapped, drool running down his chin.

"You're not getting out, Michael. Give up." You said, but he didn't seem to get your words. You turned around with a sigh. "Okay, okay. I'll get you something to eat."

~

About an hour later, you were dragging a body up the spiral stairs to his balcony. No, you hadn't killed the man - you had just found his body in one of the neighbouring houses, his neck already gnawed through. God, the smell.

The smell would be the least of your worries though as you dropped the body in front of Michael. He immediately threw himself down to it, digging into the flesh like a ravenous animal.

"Michael! You're getting blood everywhere!" You groaned. He gave you another snarl. 

This was gonna be very annoying to clean up.

You grimaced as you watched him eat. It went on for about 30 minutes, before he finally leaned back lazily against the fireplace, satisfied. Blood stained his face and his clothes. What your attention went to first though were the deep marks on his wrists, his own darker blood staining the rope.

"Mike! Silly boy, look what you did!" You tutted.

Michael gave a softer snarl, not even bothering to lift his head up.

The meal had seemed to make him somewhat docile. For now. You disappeared into the bathroom, reemerging with bandages.

"Okay. Don't freak out. I'm helping you." You said cautiously as you approached him. When you kneeled down next to him, his head snapped to you with a warning growl, but he didn't lunge. He just watched you with his eerily big eyes.

Tentatively, you wrapped the bandages around his wrists. He grumbled the entire time, shifting slightly. You managed to tie them off just as he snapped at you.

You jumped back. "Hey! Bad zombie! Bad!"

"Mmmbghff..."

Maybe you were just going delusional, but you swear he moaned that with a little attitude.

~ 

You settled into a routine. Michael, despite his primitive zombie brain, had seemed to finally understand he wasn't getting anywhere with his restraints, so he'd just sit there, watching you. You would bring him a body once a day, and it seemed to keep him satiated.

You'd try your best to tend to him as well: sewing any gaping holes, cleaning up the blood off him after a meal. You even managed to wash his hair once with a water bottle. You'd speak to him a lot, play his music, read to him. Putting on movies for him seemed to be his favourite activity - no, he wouldn't have any reactions, but at least his eyes would focus on the screen.

Maybe you had grown complacent. You were about to do something very bold, or very stupid.

"Okay. I'm gonna untie you. If you lunge I am never trusting you again, so act wisely." You warned. 

Swiftly, you cut the ropes off him, stepping back. You watched with bated breath.

Michael just sat there, wet eyes blankly staring at you as usual.

"You- Dude. You can move. You're free."

Stare.

"Your hands. Free." You waved your hands in front of his face, exaggerating the movement of your wrists.

Michael blinked. His fingers twitched. Shakily, he began standing up. You scampered back. 

He took a step towards you. You had your crowbar ready, fist tightening around the cool metal. But you wouldn't hit him unless he lunged.

Michael stopped inches from you. You could feel his hot breath on your neck.

You waited.

Nothing happened.

You took a step backwards. He took another step forward.

You began walking in circles around the room. He followed you inches behind. 

Okay then.

It weirded you out at first, but you got used to it eventually. He became your shadow, following you around the house like a lost puppy. Except for the bathroom. You'd have to break into a run to out-speed him, then slam the door in his face. He'd start groaning and mumbling, scratching at the door until you came out. 

You came back from another run with a dead animal, running up the spiral staircase.

You paused. Something was off.

Straining, you heard it.

His music.

You quietly entered the bedroom through the balcony door, leaving the animal at his usual eating spot.

Michael was standing in front of the record player, watching the vinyl intently as it spun.

"Did.. you do that?"

"Ggrrrrh..."

You'd take that as a yes.

Those weeks of watching you... was he learning?

Now that you thought about it, the rotting had stopped. The sewn holes had formed a scab, dark, almost black. He hadn't regained his former state, his skin was still gaunt and green, but it wasn't getting any worse. You walked up to him, placing your ear to his chest.

There was a heartbeat. Very slow and faint, but it was there.

Zombies weren't completely brain dead. They could slowly regain functions over time, it turned out. The military was finally regaining control, patrolling the streets, herding up the remaining zombies that roamed and shipping them off to god knows where. LA was still under lockdown, people from outside couldn't come in. But at least you were now getting food deliveries. 

Normal food for you, and large barrels of animal carcasses for Michael. All that protein was helping his brain heal apparently. 

He had regained control over his two most primal feelings - hunger and aggression.

You hadn't known that it would lead to his brain remembering a third one.

Michael was acting off today. He had been brooding in the corner for hours, groaning and snarling to himself.

"Mike."

No response. "Mike! Michael!"

Still none. With a sigh, you went up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Michael whipped around. Before you could even process it, you were tackled down to the ground.

"Mike! Calm down, I'm not food!" Your voice shook with panic as you pushed against his chest. Was this it? It couldn't be, he was doing so well! He hadn't snapped at you in months!

With a snarl, Michael grabbed your hands, moving them out of the way. He leaned down, face inches away from your neck. You trembled, eyes squeezed shut.

You felt his cold tongue slither against your skin. You yelped at the ticklish feeling. "Mike!"

He growled softly, continuing his experimental tastings. Looks like that's what he was doing - tasting, not eating you. He left a trail of spit all the way from the base to your neck, up to your jaw, then up to your chin. You shifted your face, trying to avoid it, but he chased after you. He lapped at your lips. You grimaced.

And then you tensed, as you felt his hands squeeze at your chest. With a frustrated growl, he grabbed your shirt, ripping it open. You gasped, trying to squirm out of his grip, but it was no use. He pinned you down with his full body weight. His head dipped down, slimy tongue now circling your nipple. An embarrassing whine escaped you.

That's when you felt it. Something firmly pressing against your thigh.

Your breath hitched as Michael rolled his hips against you. 

"Mike.. are you.."

He answered by tugging his waistband down.

You lost your breath.

It was big. Really big. It had swollen in his rotten state, and even though he had healed a bit, it looks like it hadn't gone down. From the dark purple tip, a black, slimy fluid oozed out. It splattered thickly across your stomach.

"That's not gonna fit.." You whispered.

He groaned in disagreement. 

Just like he did with your shirt, he ripped apart your pants. With a painful grip on your hips, he buried his face between your thighs, devouring your hole. It wasn't long before you were arching your back, legs shaking as he feasted on you. "Mike! Oh god!"

Then he pulled back, lining his tip. The black fluid was surprisingly warm. It smeared all over as he rubbed his cockhead in circles against your hole. The fluid left you feeling kind of tingly, but in a good, overwhelming way.

With a groan, he plunged into you, the black precum acting as a lubricant against your tight walls. You screamed, nails digging into him for support. He leaned down to press a clumsy, apologetic kiss to your lips, silencing you as he began rolling his hips into you. 

You couldn't believe you were taking it. With every thrust, you felt like you were about to split open, your belly slightly bulging every time he fully enveloped himself in you. Michael panted and moaned into your mouth, reaching to hold your hands down as he ravaged you. It wasn't long before the fluid worked its' magic inside you, relaxing your walls, making you feel tingly and hot and unable to move your legs. Tears rolled down your face now, not from pain but from unbearable pleasure, his cock hitting spots you didn't even know you had. 

If you could feel your toes, you would definitely be squeezing them right now. "Mike, god p-please.." You whined out, though you weren't even sure what you were begging for, whether you wanted him to stop or continue. Michael grumbled softly, running his tongue all over your neck again. This time, he bit down. Not enough to draw blood, just enough to mark you as his. The heat that clouded his mind was unbearable. He wanted you - needed you - even worse than the ravenous hunger that controlled his every move when he was first infected. For the past few months you had been his everything.

His thrusts became sharper and sharper, every inch of him pressing down against you as he chased his orgasm. His cold body was a welcoming balm against your sweaty, burning skin and you arched right up into him. You wrapped your arms around him, eyes squeezed shut as you felt your orgasm quickly approaching from the brutal stimulation. "Mike! Fuck I'm gonna cum, Mike! Mike!"

You screamed, a shiver ripping through your whole body as you clenched around him. Michael gave a few more thrusts, before finally spurts of black cum filled you. You could feel his cock twitching inside you as Michael relaxed on top of you, softly panting.

After ten minutes of just laying there limp, Michael pulled out.

He looked down at you, eyes softening with guilt as the haze in his mind cleared. He whined high pitched, scooping you up in his arms.

You sighed, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair. "I'm.. I'm okay, Mike. Just take me to bed."

He nodded eagerly, picking you up and gently setting you down on the mattress. Crawling in with you, he settled on top of you like a blanket, his face buried in his favourite spot - your neck.

"When I get my ability to walk back, you are so in trouble."

[evilgaypiratejackson]

I went to sleep right after posting this and had a dream that i got mega cancelled over it. People were reblogging calling me the evil necrophile of mjblr and my fnaf noncon twt account was being quote tweeted AGAIN 😭😭😭

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glad to see the x reader fics where reader beats up diana, now wheres the ones where they beat joe's ass...

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MY BEST FRIEND

synopsis: you convince poor mikey that giving your best friend blow jobs is normal..

micheal jackson x manipulative!reader

18+ mdni

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°❀⋆ you and michael have been best friends for years. you're the only person he fully trusts in the world. that long history is exactly why you’ve been able to get away with so much. it started innocently — long hugs, holding hands, you sitting on his lap because “it’s more comfortable,” and kissing his cheek while calling him “such a cutie.” michael ate up every single word. why would you ever do something bad to him? you were his safe person.

°❀⋆ michael is painfully shy and completely untouched. he’s never properly kissed anyone, never been intimate in any way. over time, as your touches grew more intimate, you slowly convinced him that “best friends helping each other with their bodies” is completely normal — especially for someone as stressed as him. he believes every gentle lie because it’s you saying it.

°❀⋆ the first time you wrap your hand around his cock, he’s shaking like a leaf. “a-are you sure this is what friends do…?” he whispers, face burning bright red. you stroke him so gently and whisper, “of course it is, mikey. i’d never lie to you. doesn’t it feel better when i touch you?” he nods shyly, hiding his face by looking down. he cums in under two minutes, apologizing the whole time. “o-oh my… it got on your hand… it’s so dirty… i-i’m s-sorry…” you just smile, bring your fingers to your mouth, and slowly lick his release off while looking at him. “that’s okay, mikey. see? all clean.” you show him your now spotless hand and praise him softly for being so good.

°❀⋆ after that night, he starts getting hard the second you lock the studio door. you tease him softly, “look your body already knows this is normal. best friends take care of each other like this.” michael whimpers and nods, too embarrassed to argue, letting you pull him out of his pants again and again.

°❀⋆ you love edging him for long periods. especially when he’s shaking, glassy eyes peering up at you desperately. “shh, it’s okay if it hurts a little. that just means i’m doing it right. i care about you, which is why i have to make sure you feel everything.” he cries and begs so prettily, repeating whatever you tell him like doctrine: “y-yes… even though it hurts… you’re just helping me…”

°❀⋆ after you finally let him cum, he gets extremely clingy and guilty. he buries his face in your neck, breathing hard, mumbling, “i shouldn’t have let you… but it felt so good… is that bad?” you stroke his curls and whisper that it’s perfectly normal, that he needs this, that only you understand him, and only you can make him feel this good.

°❀⋆ he becomes addicted without realizing it. after long studio sessions he’ll come to you shyly, eyes on the floor, fiddling with his fingers, too embarrassed to make eye contact. “i… i feel really stressed again. can we… do the friend thing?” you always smile sweetly and say yes, because best friends never say no to each other.

°❀⋆ he starts calling it “our special friend time” in his head. he genuinely believes this is a normal, caring thing best friends do. still guilt eats at him constantly, but the pleasure and your hands win.

°❀⋆ one night after a long edging session, you slide off the couch, kneel between his legs, and wrap your lips around his throbbing cock. michael’s eyes go wide. “w-wait… you don’t have to— this is too much…” he gasps, but his hips twitch forward anyway. he cums embarrassingly fast, moaning your name while apologizing the entire time.

°❀⋆ right after he finishes in your mouth, the guilt hits him harder. he feels like there’s a huge power imbalance, like he’s taking advantage of you. he pulls you up gently, face burning. “i… i feel so bad. you’re always making me feel good, but i haven’t done anything for you. how can i make you feel better? please tell me… i don’t want to be selfish.” you cup his cheek and smile sweetly: “mikey, this is how you make me feel good by letting me take care of you. if i care about you, why would i keep score?”

°❀⋆ from that point on, his mind is completely corrupted. every time he sees your plump, glossy lips while you’re talking, his cock twitches. you’ll catch him staring and ask, “mikey… are you okay?” he’ll snap out of it, completely dazed. he feels disgusted with himself afterward. she was just trying to help me… and here i am being filthy.

°❀⋆ when you bend over in the studio to point at lyrics, your heart-shaped ass perfectly outlined, michael has to look away fast. his mind floods with filthy thoughts. he prays that night, begging god to take the lust away. but the second he sees you smiling at him again, all his prayers disappear.

°❀⋆ innocent things now trigger him— your hands writing notes, adjusting headphones, your thighs in those short skirts when you cross your legs. he feels horrible for lusting after his “helpful” best friend, but he still gets painfully hard every single time.

°❀⋆ at night when you stayed over, which is very often ever since you started ‘helping’ him, you heard everything from the guest room: the quiet shuffling of sheets, his soft desperate whimpers, and the way his breathing quickens as he tries to touch himself quietly while thinking about you. you smile in the dark, knowing.. you weren't dumb.

°❀⋆ when he finally confesses his “dirty thoughts” with teary eyes, you pull him into a hug and whisper, “it’s okay, mikey, those are natural feelings.. that just means your body needs more help from me. let me take care of it again.” he melts instantly, nodding shyly and letting you pull him out of his pants once more.

°❀⋆ despite everything that happens behind closed doors, you two maintain a completely normal friendship on the surface. in public, during studio sessions, or when hanging out casually, nothing seems different. you laugh together, talk about music, and act like the close best friends everyone knows you are. after every private “friend time,” michael always pulls you into a tight hug, buries his face in your shoulder for a moment, and whispers sincerely, “thank you… you’re my favorite person in the world.”

[evilgaypiratejackson]

zombie!michael x gn!reader

MDNI. It is 5 am I am not rereading this so there might be errors

summary: As luck would have it, the day you finally muster courage to visit your favourite celebrity is when the zombie apocalypse breaks out. While others panic and flee, you just see an opportunity.

tags: the general grossness that comes out of being with a zombie, kidnapping? (hes a zombie you kind of have to), mike eats people, reader is insane and delusional but it works out, nursing zombie mike back to (relative) health, DUB-CON!! (mike giving), zombie heat, readers sex is ambiguous, mike penetrates you

Blood covered the crumpled hood of your car as you skidded to a stop outside the gates of Hayvenhurst. You slammed the door with trembling hands, leaning against it for a moment. The trip here had certainly been something. You had sped through the chaos; through screaming, running crowds of people and through moaning, shambling crowds of the undead. You weren't sure which of two groups the people who went over the top of your car belonged to, but frankly you didn't care. You had an important mission. On your way here, you only made a brief stop when you spotted a half eaten soldier on the ground, running out to grab his stuff. If you were gonna protect Michael you had to have something to do it with, obviously.

It was easy to jump the gates. The place looked to be completely deserted. All the security had valued their own lives and family over however much they were getting paid. Or maybe you were stupid, and all the Jacksons had fled to some secret bunker and you came all the way here for nothing.

Only one way to find out. You pushed the front door open easily, it had been left unlocked. Slowly, you creeped into the home. 

Empty.

You made sure to check all the rooms were clear as you progressed through the house. The bedrooms were in disarray, things hastily thrown about, like everyone had packed and left in a hurry. A lump formed in your throat as you saw this. Were you too late? Ruined your chance?

A thump made you startle. You snapped to the last room you hadn't checked. While the other doors had been thrown open or left ajar, that one was actually shut. Thump. Thump. Growl. Whoever that was behind it certainly wasn't a human anymore.

You readied your crowbar - you wouldn't waste the rifle on a single zombie. Quickly, you threw open the door, leaping back.

Your heart dropped to your stomach, so heavy you almost threw up on the spot. Not from disgust, or from fear - from distress.

It was him. 

Michael.

His curls were messy and slick, sticking to his face. It had only been a couple hours but he already looked different - more gaunt. And green. His eyes were wide and cloudy, and his jaw hung loose. 

You snapped out of it when he lunged towards you, quickly side stepping.

You couldn't kill him. No way. Quickly, you ran into his bedroom, pulling the blanket off his bed. "Michael! Calm down!" You pleaded as he turned around, stumbling your way again.

You threw the blanket over him and pounced. As dangerous as zombies were, they were also very stupid. Michael thrashed wildly in your arms, confused as the world around him suddenly went dark. You tackled him to the ground, then took the small break you had to rapidly scan the room.

A fireplace. You hoped the metal bars on it would be strong enough to him. 

You muttered an apology under your breath as you wrestled Michael to the fireplace. Man, angry zombies were hard to handle. Then came the even harder part: while still keeping the blanket over his head, you used some rope you were carrying on you to tie his wrists against the bars, wrapping them firmly again and again until the whole length was used up. Just in case. 

Finally, you stumbled a good 6 feet away from him, waiting. He shook the blanket off him.

He snarled, trying lunge at you, the metal frame rattling. But it didn't break. His teeth snapped, drool running down his chin.

"You're not getting out, Michael. Give up." You said, but he didn't seem to get your words. You turned around with a sigh. "Okay, okay. I'll get you something to eat."

~

About an hour later, you were dragging a body up the spiral stairs to his balcony. No, you hadn't killed the man - you had just found his body in one of the neighbouring houses, his neck already gnawed through. God, the smell.

The smell would be the least of your worries though as you dropped the body in front of Michael. He immediately threw himself down to it, digging into the flesh like a ravenous animal.

"Michael! You're getting blood everywhere!" You groaned. He gave you another snarl. 

This was gonna be very annoying to clean up.

You grimaced as you watched him eat. It went on for about 30 minutes, before he finally leaned back lazily against the fireplace, satisfied. Blood stained his face and his clothes. What your attention went to first though were the deep marks on his wrists, his own darker blood staining the rope.

"Mike! Silly boy, look what you did!" You tutted.

Michael gave a softer snarl, not even bothering to lift his head up.

The meal had seemed to make him somewhat docile. For now. You disappeared into the bathroom, reemerging with bandages.

"Okay. Don't freak out. I'm helping you." You said cautiously as you approached him. When you kneeled down next to him, his head snapped to you with a warning growl, but he didn't lunge. He just watched you with his eerily big eyes.

Tentatively, you wrapped the bandages around his wrists. He grumbled the entire time, shifting slightly. You managed to tie them off just as he snapped at you.

You jumped back. "Hey! Bad zombie! Bad!"

"Mmmbghff..."

Maybe you were just going delusional, but you swear he moaned that with a little attitude.

~ 

You settled into a routine. Michael, despite his primitive zombie brain, had seemed to finally understand he wasn't getting anywhere with his restraints, so he'd just sit there, watching you. You would bring him a body once a day, and it seemed to keep him satiated.

You'd try your best to tend to him as well: sewing any gaping holes, cleaning up the blood off him after a meal. You even managed to wash his hair once with a water bottle. You'd speak to him a lot, play his music, read to him. Putting on movies for him seemed to be his favourite activity - no, he wouldn't have any reactions, but at least his eyes would focus on the screen.

Maybe you had grown complacent. You were about to do something very bold, or very stupid.

"Okay. I'm gonna untie you. If you lunge I am never trusting you again, so act wisely." You warned. 

Swiftly, you cut the ropes off him, stepping back. You watched with bated breath.

Michael just sat there, wet eyes blankly staring at you as usual.

"You- Dude. You can move. You're free."

Stare.

"Your hands. Free." You waved your hands in front of his face, exaggerating the movement of your wrists.

Michael blinked. His fingers twitched. Shakily, he began standing up. You scampered back. 

He took a step towards you. You had your crowbar ready, fist tightening around the cool metal. But you wouldn't hit him unless he lunged.

Michael stopped inches from you. You could feel his hot breath on your neck.

You waited.

Nothing happened.

You took a step backwards. He took another step forward.

You began walking in circles around the room. He followed you inches behind. 

Okay then.

It weirded you out at first, but you got used to it eventually. He became your shadow, following you around the house like a lost puppy. Except for the bathroom. You'd have to break into a run to out-speed him, then slam the door in his face. He'd start groaning and mumbling, scratching at the door until you came out. 

You came back from another run with a dead animal, running up the spiral staircase.

You paused. Something was off.

Straining, you heard it.

His music.

You quietly entered the bedroom through the balcony door, leaving the animal at his usual eating spot.

Michael was standing in front of the record player, watching the vinyl intently as it spun.

"Did.. you do that?"

"Ggrrrrh..."

You'd take that as a yes.

Those weeks of watching you... was he learning?

Now that you thought about it, the rotting had stopped. The sewn holes had formed a scab, dark, almost black. He hadn't regained his former state, his skin was still gaunt and green, but it wasn't getting any worse. You walked up to him, placing your ear to his chest.

There was a heartbeat. Very slow and faint, but it was there.

Zombies weren't completely brain dead. They could slowly regain functions over time, it turned out. The military was finally regaining control, patrolling the streets, herding up the remaining zombies that roamed and shipping them off to god knows where. LA was still under lockdown, people from outside couldn't come in. But at least you were now getting food deliveries. 

Normal food for you, and large barrels of animal carcasses for Michael. All that protein was helping his brain heal apparently. 

He had regained control over his two most primal feelings - hunger and aggression.

You hadn't known that it would lead to his brain remembering a third one.

Michael was acting off today. He had been brooding in the corner for hours, groaning and snarling to himself.

"Mike."

No response. "Mike! Michael!"

Still none. With a sigh, you went up to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Michael whipped around. Before you could even process it, you were tackled down to the ground.

"Mike! Calm down, I'm not food!" Your voice shook with panic as you pushed against his chest. Was this it? It couldn't be, he was doing so well! He hadn't snapped at you in months!

With a snarl, Michael grabbed your hands, moving them out of the way. He leaned down, face inches away from your neck. You trembled, eyes squeezed shut.

You felt his cold tongue slither against your skin. You yelped at the ticklish feeling. "Mike!"

He growled softly, continuing his experimental tastings. Looks like that's what he was doing - tasting, not eating you. He left a trail of spit all the way from the base to your neck, up to your jaw, then up to your chin. You shifted your face, trying to avoid it, but he chased after you. He lapped at your lips. You grimaced.

And then you tensed, as you felt his hands squeeze at your chest. With a frustrated growl, he grabbed your shirt, ripping it open. You gasped, trying to squirm out of his grip, but it was no use. He pinned you down with his full body weight. His head dipped down, slimy tongue now circling your nipple. An embarrassing whine escaped you.

That's when you felt it. Something firmly pressing against your thigh.

Your breath hitched as Michael rolled his hips against you. 

"Mike.. are you.."

He answered by tugging his waistband down.

You lost your breath.

It was big. Really big. It had swollen in his rotten state, and even though he had healed a bit, it looks like it hadn't gone down. From the dark purple tip, a black, slimy fluid oozed out. It splattered thickly across your stomach.

"That's not gonna fit.." You whispered.

He groaned in disagreement. 

Just like he did with your shirt, he ripped apart your pants. With a painful grip on your hips, he buried his face between your thighs, devouring your hole. It wasn't long before you were arching your back, legs shaking as he feasted on you. "Mike! Oh god!"

Then he pulled back, lining his tip. The black fluid was surprisingly warm. It smeared all over as he rubbed his cockhead in circles against your hole. The fluid left you feeling kind of tingly, but in a good, overwhelming way.

With a groan, he plunged into you, the black precum acting as a lubricant against your tight walls. You screamed, nails digging into him for support. He leaned down to press a clumsy, apologetic kiss to your lips, silencing you as he began rolling his hips into you. 

You couldn't believe you were taking it. With every thrust, you felt like you were about to split open, your belly slightly bulging every time he fully enveloped himself in you. Michael panted and moaned into your mouth, reaching to hold your hands down as he ravaged you. It wasn't long before the fluid worked its' magic inside you, relaxing your walls, making you feel tingly and hot and unable to move your legs. Tears rolled down your face now, not from pain but from unbearable pleasure, his cock hitting spots you didn't even know you had. 

If you could feel your toes, you would definitely be squeezing them right now. "Mike, god p-please.." You whined out, though you weren't even sure what you were begging for, whether you wanted him to stop or continue. Michael grumbled softly, running his tongue all over your neck again. This time, he bit down. Not enough to draw blood, just enough to mark you as his. The heat that clouded his mind was unbearable. He wanted you - needed you - even worse than the ravenous hunger that controlled his every move when he was first infected. For the past few months you had been his everything.

His thrusts became sharper and sharper, every inch of him pressing down against you as he chased his orgasm. His cold body was a welcoming balm against your sweaty, burning skin and you arched right up into him. You wrapped your arms around him, eyes squeezed shut as you felt your orgasm quickly approaching from the brutal stimulation. "Mike! Fuck I'm gonna cum, Mike! Mike!"

You screamed, a shiver ripping through your whole body as you clenched around him. Michael gave a few more thrusts, before finally spurts of black cum filled you. You could feel his cock twitching inside you as Michael relaxed on top of you, softly panting.

After ten minutes of just laying there limp, Michael pulled out.

He looked down at you, eyes softening with guilt as the haze in his mind cleared. He whined high pitched, scooping you up in his arms.

You sighed, reaching up to run your fingers through his hair. "I'm.. I'm okay, Mike. Just take me to bed."

He nodded eagerly, picking you up and gently setting you down on the mattress. Crawling in with you, he settled on top of you like a blanket, his face buried in his favourite spot - your neck.

"When I get my ability to walk back, you are so in trouble."

[evilgaypiratejackson]

67%.... it was meant to be

[evilgaypiratejackson]

gonna let my freak for zombies out on main soon just yall wait...

[mjssolocup]

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Pairing: Michael Jackson x Ola Ray

Summary: Post-Apocolypse AU, Ola Ray is secretly a zombie. But she thinks he can't feel anything sexual because he's dead. She's unknowingly been blue-balling him by walking around half naked around him a lot. When she discovers his problem, she helps him <3

Tags: 18+(MDNI), necrophilia , monster fucker smut, paranormal romance, humor, shy Zombie Michael, handjob, domestic fluff, accidental teasing, this is actually very vanilla if you ignore the fact that he's a zombie, first time writing about zombies in a sexual way, so this was a bit experimental, PLEASE tell me your thoughts, also why is there a lack of Zombie Mike smut too, guys we need more monster fucker Michael smut, there's so much potential

wc: 2218

Author's Note: feeling uncertain about this

Ola was on her way home from work, already halfway up the cracked concrete path toward her porch when a voice, syrupy and loud, cut through the hum of evening cicadas. "Ola!"

She turned to see Ms. Gemma standing on the sidewalk, her little terrier straining at its leash with a jingle of tags. The older woman’s hand waved her over in wide, insistent arcs.

She was one of Ola's neighbors, living a house away. She was walking her dog, still in her housecoat and bonnet. "Hey baby, how you doin?"

Ola tensed briefly, before she offered her a tired smile. "I'm fine, Ms. Gemma. Thanks for asking."

The dog snuffled at a tuft of dry grass. Ms. Gemma’s gaze lingered, curious and bright as a bird’s. “Long day at work?” Ola nodded, her smile faltering. "Very," the younger woman confirmed. "I have to get some rest-"

"Now hold on a minute, Ola," Ms. Gemma interrupted, voice soft and concerned.

A sigh built in Ola’s chest, but she quickly suppressed it. "Yes?"

"You still got that... 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 in your house?" The older woman's voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper.

"He's not a thing," Ola firmly corrected, folding her arms across her chest. "He's still a person, he's just dead is all."

She didn't add that he was also, technically, her boyfriend. That would have given Ms. Gemma a heart attack right there on the sidewalk.

"Alright," Ms. Gemma sounded pained, as if she her words were difficult to say. "I'm just sayin', honey... people are talkin.' I just want you to be careful. You never know when he might become one of them ragers."

He was not a rager in any regard. His skin didn't actively rot like the ragers. He didn't smell. He didn't try to bite either. But Ms. Gemma didn't know the difference between the docile zombies and the slavering, snapping ragers. She also, certainly didn't know what Ola's boyfriend did and didn't do behind closed doors. Ola was much too tired to teach her either lesson.

"I...," Ola started, then she paused to take in a deep breath. "...appreciate you bein' worried about me, Ms. Gemma." Her lips formed a tight, polite smile. But really. I'm fine. Have a good evening."

She turned before she could see the older woman's expression. The walk from the gate to her front door was the longest 10 seconds of her life as she refused to look back despite wanting to.

Though by the time she'd opened her front door, flicking the light switch on, her mind was already somewhere else. Or rather, on someone else.

Michael was on the couch where she'd left him, sitting with his hands folded neatly in his lap, his clouded eyes fixed on the blank television screen. He turned his head when she entered, and the corners of his mouth lifted in a tiny smile.

Her heart stuttered a bit like it always did when he smiled like that. "Hey, baby," she said, dropping her bag by the door. "Miss me?" He nodded twice, grunting softly.

She grinned, already pulling her blouse over her head as she crossed the room toward the bathroom. His gaze dropped to the floor immediately, his shoulders hunching up toward his ears.

He was always so shy when she changed around him. Though she was fairly certain he couldn't feel anything below the waist. Regardless, it was adorable.

Ola laughed under her breath, tossing the blouse onto the armchair, shamelessly turning to face him with her bra on display. "Michael, you've seen me in less! Relax."

He did not relax. His fingers curled against his thighs, and she could have sworn his jaw tightened. She didn't think much of his reaction. He was just easily embarrassed. That's all.

She shimmied out of her work pants next, kicking them off with a sigh of relief. Her bra stayed on, but the shorts she pulled from the dresser were tiny, barely covering her ass.

She didn't bother looking for something longer, it was a hot night, and Ola had stopped being self-conscious around him months ago. He didn't seem to mind that much, aside from the shy looking away and the groans of discomfort that always made her more amused than she had any right to be.

"Gemma stopped me outside again," she told him, rummaging through her bag on the floor. "Came to ask me, 'You still got that 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨, Ola? People are talkin', Ola.'" She snorted, bending at the waist to retrieve a receipt that had fluttered under the coffee table. "Like I give a damn what people are—"

A deep, rumbling growl left Michael's lips, interrupting her and startling her in equal measure. His face was turned sharply away, jaw clenched so tight the tendons in his neck stood out, his hands were fisted on his thighs, knuckles pale. He looked like he was in pain.

She felt her stomach drop as her brows furrowed in concern. "Hey. Hey, what's wrong?"

He didn't answer with his usual grunts, gestures, or groans. Instead, his body was answering for him.

Her eyes slid down his body, slowly until they fell to his lap, spotting the thick, straining length pressing against the front of his pants, so hard it looked painful, so obscenely big her breath caught in her throat.

She stared for a moment, unable to process what her eyes were telling her at first. Then it all clicked. "Oh..." she muttered.

"Oh, my God!" Ola exclaimed, her hand flying to her mouth in shock. "Michael. I'm 𝘴𝘰 sorry."

She had no idea, throughout their six months of dating, that Michael could in fact, feel things below the waist.

She'd been parading around half-naked in front of a dead man who somehow could still feel desire, and she'd had no idea. He'd just been suffering in silence, too shy and too docile to let her know.

He turned his head slightly in her direction, fixing her with glare that said he was so utterly 𝘥𝘰𝘯𝘦 with her. Ola burst out laughing before she could stop herself. She was apologizing through giggles, clutching the couch arm for support while her dead boyfriend stared at her like she was the dumbest person alive.

"Gosh, Michael... I didn't know!" She wheezed. "How was I supposed to-- you could have said something!"

He promptly gestured to her with his arms opened, eyebrows raised in disbelief as if to say, 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦?

"Okay, that's fair. You can't talk," she sobered up, going quiet. "Uh..," she hesitantly approached him, noticing the way his eyes tracked her movements intently.

She sat next to him, awkwardly covering her chest as if that would help, but judging from his resulting groan, it didn't. "Okay, how does that work? You're dead, how do you still...?"

Michael ducked his head away from her, shy again. Not that he could give her a clear answer. Ola sighed, then reached around his shoulders to hug him close, "Hey, it's okay. We can get through this..," he still didn't look at her.

"I can... help you. If you want." He perked up again at that, hesitantly eyeing her. He grunted, 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺?

Her smile widened, almost teasing. "Yeah." She gently touched his thigh, then she slowly shifted it to his crotch. It made him twitch ever so slightly into the touch. "Can I..?" She looked at him for permission, her fingers hovering over his zipper.

Michael pursed his lips, nodding once with a jerk of his head. Her fingernails scraped lightly against the rough material of his pants as she pulled down his zipper.

His cock sprang out, catching her off guard. He wore no briefs, but that wasn't what caught her attention. It was the way his cock looked-- a pale grey in contrast to his green-ish skin, slightly curved upward and purple veined. He was uncircumcised, the skin already retracted from the big, swollen tip, which was flushed deeper purple.

Ola's eyes finally found Michael's face again. He was trembling now, gaze averted again as if he were too ashamed to look her in the eye. Ola's heart ached. "Oh Michael..," she cooed. "It's so 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺."

And it was. The sight of his rigid, almost alien-looking shaft made heat settle low in her stomach. The contrast between the milky paleness and the light-purple veins was strangely beautiful.

His eyes widened in surprise, a brilliant purple flush met his cheeks. Ola gasped with delight, "You can blush? That's pretty too." She smiled, her breasts brushing against his arm in a way that made his eyes flit downward helplessly.

"You're so tense," she leaned closer to him, dragging her lips across his jaw, giving him even more an eye-full. He shivered. "Relax, I'll take care of you." Her hand wrapped around his length, feeling it jump in her grasp, a pearlescent bead of pre-cum was already forming on his tip.

Slowly, she pumped her hand up and down his shaft, but only once, waiting for his reaction. He'd immediately tensed again, his hips bucking up like he couldn't help it, a strangled groan leaving his lips as his foreskin slid over the sensitive head.

She stroked him a second time, then a third, keeping her pace steady with each upstroke. His eyes squeezed shut, his teeth gritting as if in pain.

Michael groaned again, letting out a string of hoarse, broken sounds that made her thighs press together involuntarily, her panties dampening fast.

She pressed another kiss to his jaw, her hand pumping his thick shaft with firmer strokes as she whispered, "Does that feel good?" He responded with soft hiss and a shaky nod.

The beads of pre-cum began to drip, trickling down until some of it slicked her moving hand, making each stroke wetter and smoother. "Mmm," Ola hummed against his cheek, pleased by the sight.

She moved to trail light, kitten-ish kisses down the side of his neck. "Should I go faster?" He grunted, but her hand paused on his throbbing length.

"Is that a yes or no?" She teased, pressing the pad of her index finger on the slit of his enormous tip, earning her a startled groan from the zombie.

He glared at her again, his nose scrunched up slightly in annoyance. Ola giggled in delight, going in to pepper more kisses on his cheek until he turned his face away with an impatient, "𝘎𝘶𝘶𝘩!"

"Okay, okay! I won't tease you... too much," she relented, sobering up. She swore she heard him grumble incoherently under his breath.

Ola grasped his cock firmly, sighing almost breathlessly as she began to pump him again. The resulting moan she got made her thighs press more tightly together, she could feel her pussy getting wetter by the second.

Michael's eyes quickly went hazy as she kept pumping faster, and faster. She was working him so 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭. He began to moan roughly, his body shaking with effort as he tried not to lose control and jerk his hips into her hand.

He tried to be good. Even when he was being taken care of here, he wanted to be good for her.

She seemed to notice his strain, and she huffed fondly, suppressing another smile. "..You can move your hips if you want to, you know." She whispered.

His doll-like eyes widened, as if he'd been waiting for permission all along. He didn't waste a second after she'd said that, his hips soon began to thrust into her strokes, at an uncontrollable pace. Ola matched him, pumping up and down his rigid cock as hard as she could.

"Are you close?" Ola asked, but he could only groan loudly in response, too lost in chasing the pleasure to answer clearly. "Mm, I bet you are," she purred.

After one final squeeze of her hand around his length, a jet of thick, milky black cum spewed forward, making a mess of his lap and the carpet in front of them, spilling out so much that Ola could do nothing but watch in a mixture of awe and intense arousal.

Rope after rope of erupted from his swollen tip, coating her fingers and splattering everywhere.

"... I didn't think you could actually cum." She breathed. Well, this was quite the learning experience for her.

Michael didn't even bother to respond, he was leaning back against the couch, eyes fluttered shut in what seemed to be post-orgasm bliss, his cock still twitching in her grip.

"We should probably clean up--" Ola tried, but Michael let out a protestant whine.

"Okay... fine, we could stay here for a bit." She reached up, turning his face gently to press her lips against his. He tensed briefly, before relaxing into the kiss.

"... whatever you want, baby." she murmured between more kisses.

𖹭

mjssolocup © 2026. do not repost, remake or copy my content in any place or form. all rights reserved.

[brnettedoll4mj]

my gawd imagine if michael ever wore a crop top..

[night--and--day]

guess what? he did :3c

[velvetjackson]

RAAWWWRRR

[evilgaypiratejackson]

MY BONER FUUUUUUUUUUCK

[writingdose]

insane to me how, to some people, this is not a common sense

[evilgaypiratejackson]

mj tumblrs for the rpf freaks take the discourse and callouts back to twt oh my god

[whimsicallygaydemon]

btw if u write michael with huge age gaps and have reader like 18 years old and him at 50, and include weird daddy kinks, and make y/n deliberately really childish (doesn’t know how to kiss??) and make y/n call him “dada” and him call her “little girl” - then you’re a pedo

[sunshineyrosie]

i mean this genuinely and respectfully: maybe fandom isn’t for you, or at the very least RPF isn’t for you. these fics exist EVERYWHERE, not just in the mj fandom.

personally, i don’t care for those type of stories either, i actively avoid them. theres many other tropes that give me the ick (for example: religious corruption, of which there are many featuring michael, make me incredibly uncomfortable) but i just…. choose not to read them? i have even blocked a couple authors, not because i think badly of them, or against them posting their creative works freely, but so i don’t have to see them on my feed. i just quietly block or simply stroll by.

that said, calling someone a pedo for a fanfic is absolutely WILD… like the awesome thing about fanfic (and fandom in general) is that its supposed to be fun, and you do NOT have to read anything that makes you uncomfortable.

this is the second post of this kind that i’ve come across this week, and I just don’t think they’re productive or helpful. i’ve been a part of various internet fandom spaces for the better part of 15 years, and the mj fandom is the most toxic one, and it’s not even close.

i think we all need to do our part in not adding to it.

[evilgaypiratejackson]

Holy based dont let them silence you

[whimsicallygaydemon]

btw if u write michael with huge age gaps and have reader like 18 years old and him at 50, and include weird daddy kinks, and make y/n deliberately really childish (doesn’t know how to kiss??) and make y/n call him “dada” and him call her “little girl” - then you’re a pedo

[sunshineyrosie]

i mean this genuinely and respectfully: maybe fandom isn’t for you, or at the very least RPF isn’t for you. these fics exist EVERYWHERE, not just in the mj fandom.

personally, i don’t care for those type of stories either, i actively avoid them. theres many other tropes that give me the ick (for example: religious corruption, of which there are many featuring michael, make me incredibly uncomfortable) but i just…. choose not to read them? i have even blocked a couple authors, not because i think badly of them, or against them posting their creative works freely, but so i don’t have to see them on my feed. i just quietly block or simply stroll by.

that said, calling someone a pedo for a fanfic is absolutely WILD… like the awesome thing about fanfic (and fandom in general) is that its supposed to be fun, and you do NOT have to read anything that makes you uncomfortable.

this is the second post of this kind that i’ve come across this week, and I just don’t think they’re productive or helpful. i’ve been a part of various internet fandom spaces for the better part of 15 years, and the mj fandom is the most toxic one, and it’s not even close.

i think we all need to do our part in not adding to it.

[evilgaypiratejackson]

Mature mike's younger bf except im the daddy dom in the relationship #woke

[velvetjackson]

Boy pussy, Masturbation, pillow humping, use of toys, boot humping, fingers in mouth, sub!michael, squirting, hair pulling, OTW!michael, dom!reader, (gender neutral reader), multiple orgasms, getting caught, embarrassment kink, established relationship, cunnilingus, spitting

Read at your own risk.

Not reread yet

It was 3:00 pm at the The Hayvenhurst estate

Michael was home alone and was up to no good as usual

Usually when he was home alone he took the time to himself and do whatever he couldn’t when his everyone was home

Drinking milk from the carton, walking around in his underwear, playing video games and getting loud during it, jumping on the couch, inviting a friend over to keep him company

.

.

.

6:23 PM

A few hours pass as he finishes every game he owned, and read every book he’d put aside to read

He’s getting bored ….

.

.

.

Michael huffed as he rut his cunt into the firm plush pillow, his panties were soaked with his slick and pushed to the side, rubbing his pussy directly on to the pillow like a horny spaz

“Ff-uhck..” he said breathlessly, he’d close his eyes and think about grinding on you, he needed you so badly but he was too afraid to call you up

He was wearing the shirt he borrowed from you, bringing it up to his nose to inhale the addictive scent of your musk, sending chills up his spine

The way his pussy slipped n slides on the seam of the pillow and the way his clit would rub up on the corner of it was already hypnotic for him, he couldn’t stop like a dog in heat

He moaned and whimpered letting the shirt hook onto his nose as he rubbed and pinched his own nipple

It wasn’t enough for him he needed more

He leaned over to his bedside table and opened the drawer, pulling out a small pink bullet

You bought it for him a while back but he still didn’t use it because he wasn’t sure about it

He pushed past his thoughts and went for it anyways, sliding past his folds and pressing the vibrator on all while still sitting on the pillow

A shock wave travelled through his body as his thighs began to tremble his humping became more aggressive, his clit being stimulated by the bullet

The lust was unbearable, he felt a surge of energy awaken in him as he roughly destroyed his own pussy on his pillow

He’d pant harder when the zipper of the seam rubbed roughly on his wet slimy clit

He was enjoying himself too much to even hear you unlock the front door, he forgot he had given you a house key and he didn’t even bother to lock his own bedroom door

Your leather boots thudded as you walked up the stairs excitedly, you just wanted to surprise your boyfriend

*Click*

The door swung open, Michael jumps back off the pillow and almost hits his head on the headboard, the vibrator embarrassingly still buzzing in his hand.

“I—I’m so sorry! I didn’t know you were coming!” He scrambled to put his blanket over his bare legs as he switched off the vibrator

“Michael, it’s not like I haven’t seen this before…” you said as you reached to pull the blanket off his warm tan thighs his clit still twitching, he obviously needed more

“I didn’t mean to cut my needy boy off, did I?” You coo’d as you pulled him towards the end of the bed and kissing his cheek

You grabbed the vibrator out his grasp and switched it back on placing on his wet clit gently and letting it do its job

“Unghh..— what are you doing..” he said breathily

You noticed the vibrator was on the lowest setting, a devious smile appeared on your face

“This got you all worked up, huh?” You said staring at his face, he was so sensitive, you wondered how his body would react if you put it on the highest setting

“Ohgh—fuck!” Michael cried out, his back arching into the pressure

“Yeah..you like that, angel?” Kissing his cheek once again and observing his expressions

His jaw twitched as his mouth hung open, he ground his hips on the bed beneath him, making his leaky hole drip as his pearl was being stimulated

You let him reach his peak, pressing the toy harder on his swollen clit as he moaned louder and louder

You abruptly turned off the vibe, depriving him of his orgasm

“Wait—don’t stop..” He said pulling your face closer to his, attempting to lean in for a kiss and grabbing your hand but you moved back and held the item out of his reach

“You want this?” You mocked, you had no pity for him at this point, all you wanted to do was tease him

Your black boots thudded on the carpet lightly as you walked back holding the toy

He got up off the bed and crawled towards you, the shirt he borrowed barely draping over his drenched pussy

“Please..” he said resting his hands on your chest and giving you a pleading look

“Please what, angel?”

“Please.. let me cum..” the shame turned him on ten times more, he felt so degraded by you, put in his place

“Work for it.” You said as he sat on his knees pleading for you to touch him

You smirked, sliding your boot under his sopping wet pussy

He already knew what to do and got to work

He spread his legs slighter and hugged your calve as he rubbed his clit all over your tied boot laces, the hard surface tickling him so slightly

His hips ground on you so smoothly, like he’s done it before

“You haven’t done this with anyone else have you, puppy?” you latched your fingers in his curls, making a moan slip through his pretty little mouth, forcing him to look up at you

“N—no..” he rubbed himself hard and slow on you as you slightly moved your boot up

Your fingers lingered after releasing his hair , cupping his cheek and traveling to his bottom lip, pressing it gently before slipping your thumb into his mouth letting the pad of it massage his tongue

“Good boy, you only do this for me, huh?” you teased like the cruel bitch you were

He whimpered back as a response, getting more desperate to cum

“Open your mouth” you demanded

He listened obediently reminding you he’s only your puppy

You spat into his mouth hard and angrily

“Swallow for me.”

His lips wrapped around your finger as he hummed and sucked harder while he swallowed

“You needed this so bad don’t you, Michael?”

He whined and dug his fingers into your pants, he only wanted to be called good boy and puppy

“You’re my good boy aren’t you?” Your fingers moved out his mouth and back to his hair, pulling it hard reminding him you’re still in charge

“Yes— only your good boy..!” He whimpered still humping your boot, getting faster by the second

“And you won’t let me catch you again right?”

“Ff-fuck—, won’t …!” He cried, quivering and nearing his orgasm

He was obviously lying, he wanted you to catch him again just so you can punish him for being such a bad boy

He humped relentlessly on your boot, the sound of his cunt squelching on the fabric, so filthy

“You wanna cum so bad, don’t you?” You tilted your head and fake pouted at him

“Oh—god.. yes.. I wanna cum so bad..!” He was trying so hard to hold it in but his body was betraying him, ramming his pussy onto you faster

“You promise to be a good boy, right?” You saw how needy he was and decided to have mercy on him

“Ughh—! Y-yes…—“ he breathlessly moaned trying to hold back his orgasm, he was breaking and you were destroying him

He sobbed as he smashed his pussy onto your boot, fucking himself with it like a fool

“Cum for me, angel.” You demanded tightening your grip on his curls to make sure you’d see his precious face as he came

His eyes slammed shut as he obeyed your command and released all over your boot, a rush of liquid splashing from his core down the black leather, he bit his lip and continued to ride it through his orgasm and shivered

He slowed down and rested on your foot and leaned on your knee, hips and thighs cramping from all the work his body was doing

“Clean up the mess you made.” You hissed letting go of his hair, you were ruthless

He moved back and bent low and let his ass perk up in the air, the shirt rode up revealing his beautiful sculpted back

He moaned and licked your boot shamefully like the dog he is and kissed the tips of them and sucked the individual laces

“Good boy, come here” he stood up

You leaned in and pressed a kiss onto his plush lips, you slipped your tongue in while groaning and began exploring his mouth

He let you take control once again as you push him back onto the bed slowly

You let him lay back and bent down slowly and got between his legs and kissed on his thighs, his breath hitched as he waited for you to do something

You finally pulled his panties off him fully and tossed them to the side after they’d been pushed to the side for a while

“Now let me clean you up..” your tongue flattened over his pussy licking from the core to his clit and circling his throbbing jewel

You licked him so nice and slow, you started off gentle and got rougher and rougher

He couldn’t feel himself anymore the only thing he felt was your tongue over his pussy, he felt your hand slide up his tummy and to his chest, rubbing his nipple

“Oh—god.. keep going…!” He rocked himself forward into your mouth

His moans became more desperate while you sucked his clit, having him squirming from your mouth

your tone became soft and raspy “mmm, tastes so good..” you groaned onto him

He gripped the sheets and tried to close his legs but you grabbed them before they can clamp around your head

As his pussy spasmed you slapped his thigh causing him to twitch and moan softly, the sting of your slap on him felt so good

A gush of liquid flowed through and splashed all over your face, leaking down your chin, you enjoyed every second of it

“Fuck—! B-baby… wait..! I can’t do it anymore..—“ he whined as you continued to bully his pussy with your tongue

“I’m not done yet..” you said

You slipped your fingers into his cunt , feeling his soft clenching walls

“Unghh—! Please.. hurry..!” He was begging you to make him cum again as he arched his back

A cool air brushed over his face, he held his breath and gushed on your face again, you were draining him once again

You rose up and rubbed his tummy and kissed his cheek

“You’re okay right?” You asked him making sure you didn’t hurt him or scare him

This was your first time doing this to him, he just went with it surprisingly

“Yeah, I liked it” he laughed softly and shifted to give you space to cuddle with him

8:12 PM

The evening ended with the two of you laid in bed, your boots settled down beside the bed and his head resting on your chest, falling asleep slowly.

This is for my mooties and followers I love u guys!

[elliotlyn]

Make you feel so right

Thriller!Michael Jackson x Male!reader

Synopsis: Michael has always avoided the topic of sex and you get worried that he doesn't want you.

18+ Minors DNI

Additional tags: Michael having religious guilt around sex, insecure reader, miscommunication, fluff, smut, handjobs (both recieving), virgin inexperienced Michael, you're his first relationship, semi experienced reader

Taglist: @a-motherfcking-fish, @angelpuppyf4ce, @theanonwhowrites

Author's note: Ahhhhh it's finally done! The Michael religious guilt fanfic is here. It took so long to write this because I really wanted this to be a good fanfic, it's one I've been wanting to write for a while. This is the longest fanfic I've written for Tumblr. I may be open to writing a part 2 to this with full on smut. I literally forgot I had ideas for full on smut until I finished writing this and by that point it was very long haha. Lmk if you guys enjoyed this, I worked very hard on it haha.

It’s been a few months since you and Michael have started dating and everything has been going extremely well.

He’s sweet and shy, a true gentleman, always making sure you’re okay though he is still sassy, not afraid to stand his ground or argue about something he believes in. He’s also silly, loving to play pranks on people. He’s very different from what he shows the world and you love learning everything you can about him, peeling back the layers that make him who he is.

You originally met when your father started working at Epic Records. You knew there could be a chance you would meet Michael but it seemed so unlikely to you that you didn’t even think about it or consider it.

Until one afternoon when you had been in one of the lounges, waiting for your father to finish work so you could go to a family dinner.

Michael had walked in, looking a little bored and impatient, his headphones on. He spotted you and took one headphone off, introducing himself.

You were a little starstruck at first, introducing yourself back. You found out that his producer was running late so he was just wandering around the studio, waiting until he could record.

The starstruckness started to wear off as you talked. Not that he was disappointing but that you realized he was just a regular person as he told you about the movies he had been watching the night before. One thing led to another and you ended up exchanging phone numbers.

For the next few weeks after that you two talked on the phone often. Not about anything special, just hobbies and work. You started to see each other in person more often, him coming to say hi whenever you were at Epic with your father.

Eventually you realized that you were starting to fall for him.

You tried your best to ignore it however it was hard because Michael somehow wormed his way into your life and he was all you could think about.

Over time, you started to wonder whether he might like you back. There were lingering touches, times when you would go to look at him only to realize that he had already been watching you, a small smile on his face.

It was you who ended up confessing first, during one of your late night calls after he got off work. His voice was soft and tired though he was giggling softly as he told you a funny story about Bubbles that happened that day.

“I like you.” You blurted out before squeezing your eyes shut, burying your face in your hand as panic and embarrassment coursed through you.

You didn’t even mean to but you felt so much affection for him that your mouth ran before you could even attempt to stop it.

He chuckled softly though it sounded a little confused and unsure. “I like you too.” It sounded like a question, like he was trying to understand whether you meant this as a friend or more.

You took a deep breath, deciding to just come out with it and hope you didn’t ruin what you had.

“As more than a friend.” You clarified softly, drumming your fingers nervously.

There was silence on the other end for a moment, his breath picking up. He let out another nervous chuckle, going quiet again before he said shyly. “I like you as more than a friend as well.”

You smiled widely, giggling as elation went through you.

You two didn’t end up talking too much more, nervous and processing what you admitted to each other so after a couple days you went to Hayvenhurst so you could properly talk about everything and decide where you wanted to go from there.

Sitting across from each other on his bed you watched as he picked at a piece of loose thread on his blanket, smiling shyly. He admitted that he didn’t have much experience with dating, a mix of focusing on his work and never really finding anyone he wanted to date. He wasn’t as social as you were, mostly finding connections through his work.

You took his hand in yours, reassuring him that you two could go at your own pace. You didn’t have much more experience than him. You’d been on a few dates and there had been two relationships but both of them had been short lived. So you agreed to go slowly.

It’s been one of the happiest times of your life so far and you’re honored that you're one of the first people he’s ever dated.

But there is one concern you’ve been having.

Which is that it almost seems like Michael doesn’t want to have sex with you.

Keyword, almost because you know he’s attracted to you. He makes that quite obvious.

He always tells you how handsome you are and you’ve caught him checking you out on more than one occasion. Plus there was the first time you two went swimming together and he had seen you shirtless for the first time.

So you knew he was attracted to you yet he avoided the topic of sex.

His eyes had widened slightly, his cheeks flushing and he started to fidget a bit, looking away and swallowing before looking back at you, his eyes a little dark.

Anytime it came up he would get flustered, mumbling and stuttering a bit before somehow leading the conversation to something else.

It wasn’t that you needed sex. Of course, it would be nice and you absolutely hoped you two would. You knew part of it was probably just that he wasn’t ready yet which you understood and respected.

However despite that knowledge, insecurities are hard to avoid and hard to tamp down.

Your brain has started to convince you that he doesn’t want you as much as you want him. That you aren’t enough for him. That you’re more committed to this relationship than he is.

Especially because things have started to get more heated between you two. Kisses that lead to make outs with wandering hands.

But the moment it seems like you might seriously get further, Michael pulls back, directing your attention to something else.

It’s starting to hurt and make your insecurities run wild.

You’ve been wanting to talk to him about it but everytime you try, you get too nervous and feel like you sound too silly or too needy or like you’re pressuring him so the words die in your throat.

However the longer you avoid it, the worse you feel.

It’s later in the night at Hayvenhurst, the house quiet as most of his family has gone to bed by this point. You had arrived after work, excited to see Michael since he had a rare day off.

You and Michael went swimming with his brothers for a while before getting changed and eating dinner together. Since then you’ve been in Michael’s room, laying on his bed and cuddling with a movie playing quietly.

The credits start to roll and Michael smiles, turning to you. “Enjoyed it?” He asked.

You nodded. “Mhmm. You’re really helping me grow my list of movies I’ve watched.” You say jokingly.

You were the type of person who didn’t really watch movies besides when you went to the theatre. Michael had been offended to find this out and instantly created a list of movies you must see.

“Good. I’m making you more cultured.” Michael teases, leaning over to give you a kiss.

You kiss back, smiling slightly.

He pulls back, his eyes roaming over you for a moment. “You’re so handsome tonight.” He complements, putting a hand on your cheek.

You can’t help but scoff slightly. You were wearing sweatpants and a shirt, your hair still a little messy after taking a shower. “Yeah, so handsome with my messy hair.” You chuckle.

“You’re always handsome.” He mumbles, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“Charmer.” You complain, rolling your eyes playfully. “You’re not half bad yourself.” You roam your eyes over him and he shyly smiles, leaning over to kiss you again. His hand is still resting on your cheek though he moves it to your neck as your kisses deepen.

Soon enough you’re full on making out, holding onto each other.

Your hands start to roam, going to rest where his shirt is sliding up a little. You let your hands roam under slightly as you start to press kisses to his neck.

But like every other time, he stiffens and pulls back.

His cheeks are flushed and his breathing is heavier than usual as he fully pulls back, going back to look at his DVD stand. “Maybe we should watch another movie?” He asks, his focus entirely on the DVDs and not even glancing at you.

All your insecurities come crashing down on you. You’ve been able to hide your disappointment and insecurities up until this point but they’ve been resting heavy on your mind. The fact that it keeps happening just solidifies them even more.

Your eyes prickle with tears and you bite your lip, refusing to let them fall.

Michael’s question goes unanswered and he looks up at you curiously. “Babe?” He asks.

You avoid his gaze, staring down at your hands. “Whatever you want.” You mumble.

He pauses for a moment, his eyes searching you with concern in them. He stands back up, sitting beside you on the bed. “Babe, what's wrong?” He asks.

You shake your head. “It’s nothing. Let’s just watch another movie,” You still avoid his gaze. You know you should explain but your emotions are so all over the place you just want to avoid them.

He frowns, moving even closer and trying to meet your gaze. “Something’s wrong. I can tell. Please tell me, baby.”

You stay quiet, biting your lip but the truth comes out.” You don’t want me.” You say, your voice upset.

He looks confused and shocked, his mouth opening slightly and his brow furrowed. “What?” He asks in disbelief before quickly adding on. “Where would you even get that idea? That couldn't be further from the truth.”

You fidget with his blanket, nervous now that you’re actually admitting the thoughts you’ve been having.

“Anytime things start to progress further you pull back right away.” You say softly. “And I know part of it might be that you’re not ready yet but also you avoid the topic of sex so I don’t know… I just can’t help but feel like that’s something you don’t want with me… that you don’t want me.” You say the last part in a whisper.

He stares at you, still surprised though he also looks guilty and he sighs.

“Okay well first can you please look at me sweetheart? I want to make sure you fully listen and fully understand what I say right now.” He says gently.

You look up at him slowly, still shy and nervous after admitting what’s been plaguing you.

He smiles at you, taking you hand in his and running his thumb over your knuckles soothingly. “The first thing I need you to understand is that I absolutely want you. You’re so handsome, I lose my mind when I’m around you. You drive me crazy sweetheart.” He blushes, his voice going a bit softer. “Sometimes I really struggle to contain myself around you.”

You blush a little, smiling though you aren’t fully convinced, still a little confused.

“It doesn’t entirely seem that way.” You admit

He sighs. “I know.” He bites his lip, fidgeting. “The reason I avoid sex is because as you know, I’ve grown up quite religious… and one of the values that comes with that, is that sex shouldn’t come before marriage, that it’s wrong to have sex before marriage.” He looks shy and guilty.

He bites his lip again before admitting. “Part of it too is that I’m really shy about that kind of thing.. I haven’t done anything like that.” He scratches the back of his head. “I’m sorry I never explained that to you, I should’ve. I see now that it did more harm than good just avoiding the topic. But it literally has nothing to do with you.” He looks at you guiltily.

Running your fingers over his knuckles, you say. “Thank you for explaining.” Leaning over, you kiss his cheek. “Though I do want to say that there is nothing wrong with sex. If you wanted to, I could guide you through it… I don’t have too much experience but I’m not a virgin.” You chuckle shyly. “We also don’t have to go all the way yet. Sex isn’t only penetration. But if you really want to wait then we can wait till marriage. I don’t want to pressure you or make it seem like I’m not satisfied… I just want you to know that you shouldn't feel wrong for wanting or doing such things.”

You smile softly, feeling more reassured now that you fully understand where he’s coming from.

He looks down at your shared hands. “I admittedly have been thinking more about if I really do want to wait.. As I said, you drive me crazy baby. I literally-” He cut himself off quickly, a blush colouring his face.

You raise an eyebrow, intrigued. “You literally…?” You ask with a teasing tone.

He shakes his head quickly. “No nevermind, it’s nothing.” He refuses to meet your gaze, fidgeting.

Smirking, you move closer to him. “Doesn’t sound like nothing.”

He hides his face in his hand for a moment, groaning before taking a deep breath.

“I might’ve touched myself a couple times after you’ve left.” He says shyly and quickly before burying his face in his pillow, his ears red.

You’re surprised for a moment before a wide grin overtakes your face, thrilled. “Oh really?” You ask. You feel a little hot at that confession, imagining him touching himself and knowing that you caused that.

He only groans in reply, burying his face even further into the pillow. You hear him mumble something, muffled by the pillow but it suspiciously sounds like ‘I can’t believe I just confessed that.’

Giggling, you reply. “Well I’m very flattered to know.”

It takes a bit before he finally sits up, not meeting your gaze and his cheeks still flushed.

“I think I need some time to fully decide… if that’s okay. I know there isn’t anything wrong with it but…” He trails off, looking a little nervous for your reply.

“I understand.” You reassure him. “I’m completely fine with waiting if that’s what you decide. I want you to be comfortable.” You kiss his cheek again.

“Thank you.” He says, capturing your lips and giving you a soft kiss.

The night ends with you two going back to watching movies and cuddling, you feeling a lot lighter than before.

A couple weeks pass without any mention of your conversation again but you aren’t too worried, knowing Michael will come to you when he’s ready. Though he has become increasingly affectionate ever since your conversation, as if he wants to make up for making you feel like he didn’t want you.

It’s another late night in Michael’s bedroom, the lighting low and the only sounds being his pen scratching along with the occasional flip of a page. He’s sitting at his desk, working on song ideas while you lay on his bed, reading a book. Though you’ve noticed that he seems more nervous and fidgety tonight, fiddling with his pen and glancing at you before quickly looking away.

You catch him one of the times that he looks at you and you smile softly at him. “Need something?” You ask in a teasing tone.

He smiles shyly, setting down his pen before making his way over to you, sitting beside you on the bed. You close your book, setting it aside.

He doesn’t say anything, just studying you for a moment before leaning in and kissing you.

You make a soft noise of surprise but kiss back happily, resting one hand on his knee.

He deepens the kiss, putting a hand on your waist as your tongues dance around each other.

This continues for a bit before he pulls back, looking nervous but determined. “I think I do wanna try going further. Though, um, no penetration yet.” He blushes a little and you smile at him reassuringly. “That’s completely okay. We can go at your pace.”

He smiles back, still looking nervous. “D-do you think you could guide me? I’m sorry I’m so new to this.” He ducks his head to hide his face, embarrassed.

You take his hand in yours to give him a reassuring squeeze. “Of course I can. Just let me know if you feel uncomfortable at all.”

He nods in reply, looking at you again, nervous but determined. There’s also an edge to his gaze you haven’t seen before now, a little heated as he lets his eyes roam over you.

It pleases you, finally being able to see this side of him.

You two make out for a bit, your kisses getting more heated and you move down to his neck, starting to press kisses. You can feel and hear his breath hitch.

You lean back in, giving him a heated kiss. He returns your kiss happily, resting his hands on your waist.

“N-no marks.” He says quickly before clarifying. “On my neck or anywhere visible that is.”

You make a disappointed noise. His neck would be so pretty marked up but you don’t complain, exploring his neck.

It doesn’t take long until you find a sensitive spot, where his neck and chin meet. He lets out a soft whine when you find it, squirming.

Smirking, you nip your teeth against it gently and he lets out a breathy moan.

You let your hands roam under his shirt as you move up to his ear, pressing kisses and nipping the soft skin lightly. He shivers, moaning when your warm breath ghosts against his ear.

He pants underneath you as you explore his body, finding spots that make him moan and squirm. His hands flex against your waist where he’s still holding onto you.

After a bit of exploring him you pull back slightly. “Can I take this off?” You ask, fiddling with the bottom of his shirt. He nods jerkily, his cheeks flushed and eyes heated.

It isn’t your first time seeing him shirtless but the context is very different this time.

You gently pull it off, setting it to the side and letting your eyes roam over his body, appreciating him. You can see the parts of his skin that have started to grow lighter and the toned muscles he has from years of dancing.

You let your hands wander over his warm skin, feeling his muscles and circling your fingers closer to his nipples, watching the quick rise and fall of his chest.

“You know, ever since you told me that you touch yourself sometimes after I’ve left, I’ve wondered what you think of. What fantasies you have that get you off.” You flicker your eyes to his face, meeting his gaze and he blushes brightly, removing a hand from your waist so he can hide his face with it.

You giggle softly. “No need to be shy. I want to know… I want to make sure I make all your fantasies come true.” You lean forward, pressing kisses to his chest.

He’s quiet for a moment besides his shaky breaths and occasional breathy moans when you find a sensitive spot before he finally opens his mouth.

Your heart melts a little and you move up to give him a loving kiss. “Well you have me.” You mumble against his lips.

“Y-you kind of already are. All my fantasies are just you. I just want you.” His voice is soft and shaky.

Returning to your previous position, you go back to kissing his chest, this time leaving marks with your teeth. Your hands wander to his nipples, swiping them with your thumbpads.

You flick your eyes up, admiring him. His eyes are closed, his cheeks flushed and he’s lightly biting his lip as he moans softly.

You move your hands again, letting them settle on the waistband of his pants and his breath catches slightly, his eyes opening.

You look down, smirking when you see that he’s hard, straining against the fabric of his pants.

“Is it okay if I take these off?” You ask.

He takes a deep breath before nodding, watching you.

“Is underwear okay as well or would you like to keep it on for now?” You ask, wanting to make sure you don’t go too quickly.

“You can take them off too.” He replies.

You smile and give him a reassuring kiss before unbuttoning his jeans, taking them off along with his underwear, him moving a bit to make it easier for you to take them off.

It’s your first time seeing him completely naked. You let your eyes wander over him, taking in how beautiful he is. He avoids your gaze, staring at the wall with a blush.

“Gorgeous.” You breathe out, letting your hand rest on his hip and stroking it. He whines slightly, ducking his head before looking at you.

“It feels a little unfair that I’m the only naked one here.” He says.

You laugh softly, not expecting that. “Trying to get me naked Mr. Jackson?” You tease but you’re happy to comply, taking off your shirt then standing so you can take off your pants and underwear, kicking them off to the side.

His breath picks up as he looks you over, his eyes darkening.

“Like what you see?” You ask, going back to your original spot on the bed.

You can’t help but blush a little under his attention, smiling. “Thank you.” You lean forward and kiss him. “My handsome boy.”

“Yes.” He says quickly, his hands settling on you, looking at you like he can’t quite believe you exist. “You’re so beautiful.” He breathes out.

Going back to what you were doing, you look at his hard on, smirking softy. “Do you have any lube?” You ask.

He nods shyly, opening the side drawer to his nightstand and pulling out a half used bottle of lube, handing it to you. You smirk at him teasingly just to watch him blush.

You pour some on your hand, warming it up before starting to stroke him. You start slow, just exploring what makes him feel good.

There’s already pre come welling at his tip and you swipe your thumb against it, stroking his sensitive tip. He whimpers above you, bucking into your hand.

You start to stroke him faster, watching him as he starts to fall apart, letting out moans and whimpers.

“F-fuck.” He moans out which sends heat flooding down your veins. Michael is always very polite and you rarely ever hear him curse. To hear him curse in this context, because of you, makes you feel even hotter.

“You’re so pretty like this.” You tell him, kissing him on the lips as you continue to stroke him.

He kisses back, your kisses messy and uncoordinated as he keeps moaning into your kisses, his warm breath fanning against your mouth as he pants.

“C-close. I’m close.” He stutters out.

“Good. I want to see you come. Come for me.” You say, your voice low as you watch him.

He lets out a loud moan, biting his lip and tensing up as he comes onto your hand, holding onto you.

“Beautiful.” You praise, stroking him through it.

You stroke him until he’s come down before removing your hand.

He’s still breathing heavily, his eyes half closed as he leans against you and you smile, kissing his head.

“That was amazing baby. You’re so gorgeous angelface.” You run your clean hand through his hair.

“Thank you.” He breathes out.

“Thank you for trusting me.” You reply, still stroking his hair.

You stayed like that for a bit, just enjoying being close to him before he opens his eyes, looking down at your hard on.

“Can I…?” He asks shyly.

You nod eagerly in reply, your cock twitching a little at the idea of Michael touching you.

Michael pulls back a little, his eyes roaming over you before he lays his hand on your stomach, letting his hands explore your body.

His hand goes to your nipple, gently brushing his fingers over it and you let out a breathy moan as pleasure goes through you.

His eyes flicker to your face, still looking unsure but also heated.

He continues to play with your nipples, bringing his mouth to your neck and pressing kisses against your warm skin.

You hold onto him, closing your eyes and breathing shakily.

You jerk a little, moaning when he finds a sensitive spot behind your ear.

He giggles breathlessly at the reaction, gently nipping his teeth against that spot, satisfied with your reaction.

He moves down to your chest, gently making marks against your skin with his teeth, kissing them after each one.

Finally his eyes flicker to your hard cock and he grabs the lube, drizzling some on his fingers.

He gently brushes his fingers over your cock, just feeling the weight of it and you moan softly, resting your head against his shoulder.

He wraps his hand around it fully, starting to stroke you, brushing his fingers against the tip and you moan out. “Fuck Michael.” You breathe out, slightly bucking into his hand.

Growing more confident, he uses one hand to play with your nipples, the one still stroking you at a steady pace.

Pleasure zips through you as you let out moans, your toes curling a little as you feel yourself tipping towards the edge, startlingly fast.

“Fuck I’m gonna cum.” You moan out.

“God you’re so pretty like this. Please come for me.” He says, his voice breathless and gaze dark as he watches you fall apart.

It doesn’t take long before you’re coming, moaning out his name.

He continues to stroke you through it but soon it becomes too much.

“Stop, stop.” You whimper out, moving his hand.

“Sorry.” He says quickly but you just chuckle softly.

“It’s okay. It was just a bit too much.” You snuggle into his side, pressing a kiss against his shoulder to reassure him. You take deep breaths as you come down, listening to his steady breaths.

“Well. How was that for a first time?” You ask teasingly.

He chuckles, blushing a little. “Pretty amazing.”

“Good. I’m glad.” You move up, kissing him lovingly.

“Thank you for taking such good care of me.” He mumbles.

“Of course. Thank you for trusting me.” You smile. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” He breathes out.

The night ends with you two taking a bath together before getting in bed, cuddling and sharing soft kisses, your heart warm with affection.