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[glossiercheek]

michael makes you squirt all over his aviators . ₁₈+

lately, michael has been on your ass to stay hydrated. whether it’s pouring tiny little sips of water in your mouth whenever you're too focused on something else or filling up your water bottle when you need it.

mumbling “drink up, baby,” as he hands you another glass of water, and praising you with a cheeky little “good job, baby.” as you down your water in one go.

you realise now, that all that constant water drinking was for one reason and one reason only.

“stay still for me, baby,” michael whispers as he kisses all the way up your thrashing, bare legs. “open those pretty legs.” he orders softly, tapping the side of your thigh.

you don’t know how he feels. he’s in a simple white tee and jeans, his telling eyes are hidden behind his sunglasses, low and sleepy, but to you it’s a mystery.

you open your legs as wide you can, the sticky sounds of your untouched folds opening up for your boyfriend.

“oh, that’s what i like,” michael murmurs to himself, all self-assured and confident, one hand planted on your abdomen, experimentally pushing down. “all slimey and sticky f’me.”

the pressure in your stomach is tight and suffocating, and your entrance automatically opens up as if calling out for help, the shy trickle of slick escaping you unapologetically.

“don’t tease, mike,” you whimper toward the white ceiling.

“‘m not teasin’.” michael says, pressing fluttery, chaste kisses across the sticky insides of your thighs. the cool metal of his aviators pokes into your skin. “just taking my time, honey.”

“wanna take a look at that,” michael continues, two fingers peeling open your folds. the black lenses of his glasses focused on your welcoming, already dripping hole. “wouldn’t wanna miss that pretty sight for the world.”

you feel drool drip down your ass when michael finally closes his mouth around your pulsing little button. “you’re leaking all over,” he chuckles, as if your squirmy sounds are some kind of joke to him. “so fucking disgusting, baby. got myself such a disgusting, sensitive girl.”

sweat pools all over your stomach, the little dips of your collarbones, the insides of your thighs. and michael laps it all up, tongue swirling over your moist pussy lips, your wet entrance. humming and moaning in approval as you spurt out your sticky substance, leaving his lips shiny.

one free hand stays on your lower stomach, occasionally pushing down. it feels like there’s a big bubble in your stomach that’s about to pop as he increases the pressure of his hand.

your hand clasps around his on your abdomen, whining “it’s sloshing all inside, mike,” voice pitchy and pathetic.

“‘s funny,” michael muses softly, laughing to himself. “when i push down, your pussy...” he pushes down on your stomach, and then you feel it, your entrance gapes open, sweet, balmy cream spilling out.

then, he keeps on attacking your squelching hole with his tongue, fingers rubbing up and down your plush legs, fingers scraping over your knees.

“mike— ah, pl— fuck, go deeper,” you don’t even know what you’re saying, michael eating you out into oblivion. continually babbling out how good to you he is, how you need more, how you feel kind of funny down there.

“michael, i’m gonna—” you moan, feeling the powerful flick of his tongue rolling over your clit. you’re seeing stars, but there’s a light, floaty pressure within. “i’m so— nghh— feelin’ so full.”

“don’t worry about it, pretty,” michael instructs, the dark lenses of his aviators covered in condensation, tiny little drops scattered over the glasses. “feels like you’re dripping all over— but you’re doing s’good.”

your hole sounds empty, filled, empty, filled again, as he continues to tongue fuck you, pressing a kiss to your twitching little hole as he pushes down on your stomach for what feels like the umpteenth time.

you hold your breath for a moment. only the obscene sounds of his tongue prodding into your spongey entrance to coax out your climax. “i know you’re feelin’ it, baby. show me you’re feelin’—”

you can’t take it anymore. the pressure inside you unleashes without warning.

you shatter with a high-pitched moan, white essence shooting out of your hole like a fountain. your legs shake, and you keep gasping for extra air. it’s a lot, it’s sticky, and it’s everywhere.

“that’s a good girl,” michael whispers, completely in awe as he continues to fuck you through it as you empty your flooded channel onto his pretty face, pussy convulsing and spritzing cum all over him.

“that was a big one, huh, pretty? did good f’me,” he murmurs, examining how your pussy bubbles out the last oozes of white. he brings his face up to yours. “made y’squirt, you know that, baby?” michael tells you, full of pride.

little slabs of cum stick to michael’s lips, his cheeks, it’s in his hair, dripping down his jaw, the tip of his nose. and most importantly, it’s splattered all over his infamous aviators.

“maybe y’can lick me clean, baby.” he proposes, but you know it’s actually an order. especially when he looks all edible and authorative with those aviators on.

and you do. you end up straddling michael’s lap, bare cunt spread open across his thigh, cradling his face in your hands as you lick your boyfriend clean like your cum is sweet vanilla ice cream on a hot summer day.

you taste your own essence, shy kitten licks over the cool glass of his aviators, leaving a disgustingly slimey trail behind. “you enjoyin’ it, baby?” he asks, looking at how you lap him up like a lollipop, all blissed out.

you hum. “taste it.”

your tongue slides over his soft lips, as michael sneakily sucks on your tongue because he can’t resist to taste your white sauce again. you follow with long languid licks over the expanse of his cheeks, tongue rotating over the faint stubbles of his beard.

all the while michael rolls your hips down his jean-clad thigh, your pathetically wet, creamy sounds filling his ears all over again. eventually you come again from just rubbing against his thigh, transparent liquid lazily sliding out of your tiny, abused, opened hole, leaving a balmy filter behind over your puckered little entrance. the muscle reddens from exhaustion, the buttery cum oozing out of you slightly stinging as it spreads aaalll over the denim of his jeans and on the duvet like an open faucet.

you come with a small, relieved sigh, all breathy and dreamy-sounding while your tongue is trapped between michael’s lips as he sucks at you, your boobs pushing up against his chest every time you push your cunt to the tent in his jeans again. you can’t even warm him; you’re not able to do anything but just let it happen.

[intelligenthottie]

just thinking abt smoking w mature era! michael

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everything felt slow tonight, heavy with summer heat and sleepiness. michael had turned off most of the lights a few hours ago, leaving only the amber glow of a few lamps scattered around the room.

you were wearing some type of pale, flowy night gown, halter strings tied behind your neck to hold your breasts up. the back was low and sexy, stopping right at your tailbone.

behind you, michael looked so beautiful in his silk black shirt. it was half buttoned, hanging open enough to expose the smooth skin of his chest. you could feel the heat of him everywhere. his legs spread on either side of yours, one arm wrapped low around your waist while his knuckles continued their slow absentminded path up and down your spine.

you let your head lull back as you exhaled, smoke curling slowly towards the ceiling.

michael's chin reached up to rest on your shoulder while he tilted his head just enough for his lips to ghost against the side of your neck. not even full kisses at first. just soft lingering presses of his mouth against your warm skin while his breathing fanned over you.

“mmm,” he murmured lowly, almost to himself. his nose nudged softly beneath your ear, breathing you in. he was addicted to the feminine smell of your lotion and perfume mixed together. when you melted back against him with a tiny sigh, he smiled against your skin cutely.

the palms of his hand rubbed over your inner thighs, hiking the hem of your dress up enough to reach right where he wanted to.

"there she is," he whispered, letting one of his fingers run over the slit of your cunt, "pretty girl." you weren't wearing any panties of course. you were comfortable in your own home. you took another hit of your prettily rolled blunt, letting a slow exhale slip through your nostrils as you whined.

his forehead rested against the back of your neck as he lightly shushed you, loving how your back arched up off of his stomach. two fingers pushed into you intoxicatingly slow, making your legs spread open wider for him.

"here baby," you managed to say, handing the blunt over your shoulder to him. your hips rolled up with a gentle moan, pushing his fingers deeper so you could feel him in your core. he let out the quietest sigh against your skin as he felt you clench around him, curling his fingers up with the blunt nestled between his lips.

he turned his head away as he exhaled, not wanting to get smoke in your face. his other hand continued to massage at your inner thigh, wanting nothing more than to make sure you were comfortable and pleasured and pampered, like his princess should be.

fin.

[maxxie-or-smth]

you've met me at a very "yeah i'm trying to work on that" time in my life

[sweeterners]

no tolerance 18+

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"but my-"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"it's you being inconsiderate."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

©sweeterners 2026.

[cherrishkissed]

Almost human. || M.JACKSON || 🧸

synopsis: he came back different.

warnings. smut and a hint of vampire michael too. best friends to freaky lovers. 70s/80s au don't matterrrr.

"Alright Michael this isnt funny, come out already!"

You guys weren't too far from the city , just in the woods on a random night. It was getting a little cold now, the air brushed passed your half bare legs. You trip up a little as your sock gets stuck, you lean down to undo it and keep walking.

"I swear if you-"

Next thing you know Michael comes out of nowhere. "AH" he says to you with a childish grin. You scream lightly as you backed up into a tree, annoyed and angry with him.

"That wasn't funny you ass," You say lightly getting up from the tree.

Michael extends his hand out helping you get back up, "I scared you?"

"Shut up. And I thought we were finding a way back, not playing hide and seek," you specify while grabbing his hand. You wiped off some dirt off you before turning back to him.

“We were, but you kept draggin’ behind,” he teased softly, reaching for your hand and pulling you a little closer. “You walk too slow.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the way his fingers felt cold against yours. “Sorry if some of us aren’t built for creepin’ around the woods at midnight.”

A small smile pulled at his lips. “And yet,” he murmured, “you still came with me.” His eyes lowed down on you, “You scared?” he asked lowly, that grin still tugging at his mouth.

“Hard to be scared when you got that Mickey mouse jacket on” you huffed, shooting him a look. “I oughta wipe that smile right off your face.” Your annoyance only made him grin wider.

“Mm, sorry,” he mocked softly, stepping closer. “Didn’t mean to scare you like that.”

You scoffed, shaking your head as you walked past him. “Yeah you did. You’re still smiling.”

Before you could go far, he gently caught your hand and pulled you back again, turning you toward him.

“So,” he said lowly, which that familiar grin, “you don’t wanna play anymore?”

You looked up at him for a moment, pretending to think it over. “One more game, I need to practice for tomorrow,” you said finally. “And don’t cheat.”

"I never cheat, just run fast fa'me alright?" he says grinning.

You hit him lightly, already breaking into a run as soon as your fingers left his shoulder. You were pretty fast compared to others, but not faster than Michael. He stood there watching you run with an amused look on his face, most likely thinking, "20 seconds...tops" on how long it would take to get you. He let you get a good head start, just enough to feel like you might actually get away.

But every time, he caught up. No matter how far you ran, he was always right there, like it was never really a game. Even if you’d never admit it out loud… you didn’t hate when he caught you. You loved it.

As you ran, you passed by a few cars, roads and tall trees, you never worried about running too far because Michael was most likely on your tail already. As you run you hear footsteps behind you, getting closer and closer. You try to take a final run before you feel your legs lift up from the ground. You let out a defeated groan, "That was not 30 seconds Michael"

“You’re right, it was 60,” he said with a quiet laugh. He set you down gently and turned to face you. “Caught you again.”

You rolled your eyes at the obvious, still catching your breath. Your hands resting on your knees for a second as you try to slow your breathing down. “How are you so fast? It’s like I’m running against Carl Lewis or something…”

Michael let out a real laugh at that, shaking his head slightly.

“Don’t know,” he said simply, still smiling. “Just not like others.”

You finally straightened up, still a little out of breath, your chest rising and falling quicker than you wanted it to.

Meanwhile, Michael didn’t even look winded. Like he hadn’t just been sprinting through the woods, like it was nothing. His breathing stayed steady, as he just watched you with that quiet grin still on his face.

You felt something was off, and you hummed slightly. “Sure you aren’t part vampire or something,” you asked. You then walk ontop of some rocks, you made sure to be carefully stable before getting on an old log. Your Reebok's crunched softly against the old wood, white socks scrunched at your ankles as you balanced carefully in the dark.

“Careful on that,” Michael said immediately, following right behind you. “And no, I’m not,” he added a bit too quickly, like the answer had already been prepared.

You glanced back at him over your shoulder. “Mm-hm…”

He just watched you for a second longer than usual, then shook it off and kept walking like it was nothing, matching your pace effortlessly through the uneven ground. "You seriously think I'm some monster? Maybe you should quit the movies" he gently pushes your shoulder.

"No no, they might be real. I would love to see one," you say walking.

Michael’s eyes stayed on you the whole time, following every careful step like he already knew you were one slip away from falling. “Oh really?” he said, a soft laugh in his tone. “Please… you’d be shakin’ outta your shoes in two seconds.”

“Listen, you don’t know nothin’ alright,” you replied, glancing back at him as you kept walking.

Michael smirked to himself, staying right beside you now, his steps matching yours through the uneven ground like it was nothing.

After a while stepping on the sticks and grass Michael spoke, "You wanna head back? It's getting a little late"

It was getting late, but you still didn't wanna leave yet. "Is it time for you to turn into a bat or werewolf yet?" you teased. That made him squint at you immediately, like he was trying to decide if you were serious or just being difficult.

“I don’t wanna go back home just yet,” you said with a small laugh, swinging your hands back and forth as you walked. “Everyone’s probably still asleep anyway. No one even knows I’m gone right now."

“Mine too,” he replied, glancing around the dark woods for a second before looking back at you.

"Plus I haven't seen you in forever, they shouldn't mind" you added, which was true. Michael went away to a University somewhere else, he'd been gone for months now, away halfway across the country while you stayed back in the city. Between schedules, calls that never happened, and time moving faster than either of you expected, seeing him in person had started feeling weirdly rare. He looked different. Not in an obvious way, you still recognized him. But something was different.

A little more put together, a little more calm in how he moved, like he wasn’t in a rush for anything anymore. Either way, you were glad to see him.

“You look… different.”

Michael looked over at you, “Yeah?” he said. “Good different or bad different?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know yet. Still deciding.”

Michael scoffed, “I forgot how much you get on my nerves," he replied. "So what now?”

You looked up at him, still walking slowly, your hands swinging at your sides. “So what now?” you asked as well, like you were actually thinking about it too.

"Movie? That old pizza place?" Michael recommended.

"They started closing early for some reason, I guess they got spooked by whatever," you say shrugging.

Michael thought for a moment, then his eyes lightly lit. "I guess I could show you something"

"Show me what?" you asked confused.

He glanced back at you with that quiet little smile. “Well… I need to take you there first, don’t I?”

Before you could say anything else, he was already walking past you, brushing by like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Come this way,” he said over his shoulder like he already knew you’d follow.

“You’re up to no good, I know it,” you said, quickening your steps behind him anyway.

He let out a quiet chuckle, slowing just enough to catch your hand in his. His fingers closed around yours easily, like it was nothing new.

“Be quiet,” he murmured, giving your hand a light tug to keep you moving. “Before I show you right here." The words hit a little differently than they should’ve. Your heart gave a small, traitorous jump, a heat creeping up your neck before you could stop it. As his back stayed turned, you caught yourself smiling, a quick one. Like you were trying to hide it from even yourself. But just as fast, you blinked it away and straightened your thoughts. He was just a friend.

Nothing more.

Right?

You both walked for a little longer before you let out a small complaint, slowing your steps.

“Michael… my feet are killing me,” you said, shifting your weight as you walked.

“Then I guess we can stop here,” he said quietly.

You both finally came to a halt, your feet aching, exhaustion settling in as you looked around. More trees, thicker this time, a little further from the road than before. Before you could say anything else, he gently guided you forward, turning you so your back met the rough bark of a tree.

Your brows knit slightly as you looked up at him. “What’s this you wanted to show me?” you asked. For some reason your heart started to beat. He stood in front of you, taller, looking down at you.

“Remember your whole little talk earlier?” he asked, voice a little quieter now, like the woods had gone more still around them. “Bout the vampires?”

“Yes,” you replied simply, watching him a bit closer now.

“And remember how I said I’m not like others?” he went on, still calm, but there was something different in his tone now. Not gone, just… more serious underneath the playfulness.

“Michael," you let out a playfully huff. "If you’re gonna tell me you’re a vampire, that’s the most ridic—”

But you stopped mid-sentence as you looked at him properly. He wasn’t laughing this time. He wasn’t teasing. He was still Michael, still familiar, but the smile had softened into something more controlled, more careful, like he was deciding how much to let you see.

"Theres...no way," you mutter out. "Are you trying to scare me again? Because that wasn't funny."

"No it was, but I'm not joking," he replies. "I’m not tryin’ to scare you,” he said quietly, watching your face like he was reading every reaction. “I wouldn’t do that. I just, feel like you should know now."

A small pause hung between you. The woods felt louder than they had a moment ago. Then, a lighter breath left him, like he was trying to ease the moment back into something less scary.

“Besides…” he added, tilting his head slightly, “you’d be runnin’ already if I was going to scare you" he eyed you.

You narrowed your eyes slightly, still not fully believing him. “Prove it,” you said quiet.

That made him pause. Just for a second. Then his expression shifted, subtle, but real. The softness in his face stayed, but something underneath it changed. Like he stopped holding something back.

“Alright, don't run now you hear?” he said simply. "I'll get you" he told you teasingly.

The air around him seemed to still as he stepped back just enough for you to see him clearly. No smile, just an unreadable look as the last bit of distance between “joking” and “serious” disappeared.

You hesitated, trying to keep your breathing steady, your eyes locked on him like you were waiting for him to laugh it off at any second or suddenly break into a grin and go, “Got you!”

But he didn’t.

Instead, you watched as the change slowly began almost easy to miss if you blinked. His eyes caught what little light there was between the trees, and for a second they didn’t look normal anymore. His expression shifted slightly, and you saw it. His eyes glowing faintly in the dark.

Your breath caught.

And just beneath his lips, it followed, slow, like he wasn’t hiding it anymore. Two sharp, white fangs slipping into view as his calm expression stayed completely steady. He kept a straight face, as if he’d done this too many times for the process to even feel painful anymore.

Your stomach dropped , like your brain was still trying to catch up to what your eyes were seeing. The joke never came. The grin didn't return. For the first time since you’d met him out here, you didn’t know what to say.

Your heartbeat picked up, uneven, loud in your ears as you stared at him, still standing there like it was normal, as if nothing about him had just changed at all.

It should’ve scared you more. And it did, just not in a clean way. Because underneath the shock, there was something else you didn’t want to admit. Curiosity. And the fact that he was still Michael somehow made it worse.

He didn’t rush you. Didn’t disappear into the trees or step back like he expected you to run. Instead, he slowly walked closer, hands still by his sides, movements. Like he was trying not to overwhelm you.

The space between you shrank with every step until he was close enough that you had to tilt your head up to keep looking at him.

His voice dropped softer now. Not teasing. Not playful. Just… honest.

“I told you,” he said quietly.

Yeah, he did tell you. But you didn’t believe it, because who would? This was crazy. Halloween wasn’t even close, and it felt like you were getting the scare of a lifetime.

You should’ve been running. Your body was practically screaming at you to move, your mind yelling louder than anything else.

But you didn’t. The quiet, the confusing, and way too curious part of you wanted to see more. Wanted to understand him standing in front of you like this. You swallowed, eyes flicking back to his face again. The glow, the shift, the sharp edges that weren’t supposed to be there.

“Can I… touch your fangs?” you suddenly asked, voice softer now, like you were testing if the words were even safe to say out loud.

He didn’t answer right away.

For a moment, he just looked at you—really looked at you—like he was trying to decide if you were serious or just caught up in the curiosity of it all.

“You don’t wanna do that,” he said quietly. Not warning in a harsh way. Just certain. But Michael didn’t move away. The space between you stayed tight, close enough that the strange calm about him felt even more noticeable now, like he was choosing to stay right there with you instead of putting distance between you. Then, slowly, the tension eased just a little. That familiar spark of him came back, the teasing part, the almost playful tone like he couldn’t stay serious for too long with you.

“You really pick the weirdest things to be curious about,” he murmured, a faint smirk pulling at his lips again. Then, softer, almost like he was letting you decide.

“…You still want to?”

You hesitated for a second, then gave a slow nod. His eyes stayed on you for a moment longer, like he was still making sure. Then, finally, he shifted just slightly, enough for you to see them clearly again.

The faint sharpness, his fangs peeking through like it wasn’t something he was trying to hide anymore.

Your breath caught a little, but you didn’t move away.

Instead, carefully, your hand lifted. Hesitant at first, then slowly you reached out and let your fingertip brush lightly against one of them.

Cold. Sharp enough to dig into your neck if he used enough force. Your eyes flicked up to his, still unsure, but not pulling back. Michael watched you closely, that quiet teasing look returning again like he couldn’t help himself.

Then, before you could fully process it, he gently caught your finger between his teeth, just enough to hold it there for a second.

No pain like it would seem like. Just a soft, playful gesture. Typical. He let go almost immediately after, a faint smirk forming as he looked at you.

“Relax,” he murmured, voice low. “I’m not gonna bite you.”

“You’re still an ass even as a vampire,” you muttered under your breath, pulling your hand back like nothing had just happened. But your voice wasn’t as steady as you wanted it to be.

A quiet laugh left him almost immediately. “Scared now?”

“No, like I said. It's hard to take you seriously in that Mickey jacket” you quickly replied, a little too fast to sound convincing.

Michael hummed softly, still standing right in front of you, not moving an inch. His gaze stayed fixed on you like he was listening to more than just your words.

“You know I can hear your heartbeat?” he said lowly.

Your stomach flipped. “No way.....”

Michael nodded slightly, eyes still on you. "It beats differently,” he added quietly. “Faster when I’m close… or when I call you pretty girl.”

Your chest felt warm again.

Michael watched you for a second longer before a slow grin pulled at his lips. He tilted his head slightly, clearly entertained now.

“You know,” he murmured, “I’m startin’ to think you like me.”

“Shut up,” you said quickly, almost too quick.

That only made him smile wider.

“You’re annoying,” you muttered, trying to hide the warmth still sitting in your chest.

Michael laughed softly under his breath, but after a second the teasing eased a little. He looked at you quietly for a moment, almost thoughtful now.

“…Suprised you didn’t run,” he said.

The joke was gone from his voice this time.

You blinked at him. “Was I…supposed to?”

“I thought you would,” he admitted softly, glancing away for a second before looking back at you. “Most people probably would.”

Something about the way he said it made your chest tighten a little, "Well im not them, im your friend. Thick and thin."

Michael looked at you differently now, not surprised exactly, but relieved. Like he finally stopped waiting for you to run away.

“I’d never run from you, Michael. Ever,” you said softly, and for once there wasn’t even a hint of teasing in your voice. The words seemed to soothe him. Michael’s expression shifted slightly, the playful grin fading as he looked down at you. For a second, he didn’t say anything at all.

“You mean that?” he asked quietly.

You nodded once. Something in him softened after that. You saw it immediately in the way his shoulders eased, in the way he looked at you now, like he hadn’t expected that answer at all.

Then, without really thinking about it, Michael stepped forward and pulled you into him. The hug came gentle, almost careful, like he was still getting used to the idea that you were actually there and not running away from him. And strangely enough, being this close to him now didn’t feel scary at all. His arms wrapped around you slowly, careful but firm enough to keep you there. They were colder than they should’ve been, even through your clothes, but not enough to make you pull away. Just enough to remind you that he wasn’t exactly normal, not human.

Your cheek rested lightly against his chest, and for a second you listened without meaning to.

Nothing.

No heartbeat.

The realization should’ve unsettled you more than it did, but somehow the way he held you made up for it completely, steady, protective, almost relieved.

Michael stayed quiet for a moment before speaking softly near your ear.

“…I appreciate that,” he murmured.

Then, a sharp snap cracked somewhere deeper in the woods.

Your head shot up immediately. “What was that?”

Michael didn’t answer instantly. His body went still, barely noticeable, but different. Like he was listening past the sound instead of just to it.

Then, after a beat too long, “…A deer,” he said quietly, though his voiced seemed on the breaking of laughing. The snap faded deeper into the trees, leaving the woods quiet again. Michael didn’t move right away. His arms were still around you, but there was a subtle change now. Less certainty. More restraint. You could feel it before you saw it, the way his attention kept flicking away from you, then back again like he was trying not to get distracted.

“…Your heartbeat’s still fast,” he murmured, quieter this time.

Your fingers shifted slightly where they rested against him, but you didn’t pull away. That pause stretched between you both longer than it should’ve. Like something unsaid was sitting right there, just out of reach.

Michael finally exhaled through his nose, slow, like he was steadying himself. His arms loosened, not fully letting go, but enough to create space again. You stayed quiet for a moment, thoughts drifting as you tried to process everything that had just happened, him, the woods, the way the night felt like it had shifted into something you couldn’t quite name yet.

Before you could get too lost in it, Michael’s voice pulled you back. Not loud, but just enough.

“…Hey,” he said softly, catching your attention again.

You blinked. “Yeah?”

Michael glanced at you, then nodded toward the path. “C’mon,” he said. “I’ll walk you home.” This time he actually started walking, but not ahead of you. Just beside you, close enough that you matched his pace without thinking about it. Somehow, you ended up holding onto his arm as you walked without really thinking about it. Not tightly, just enough that your fingers rested there like it was natural.

Your eyes drifted down without meaning to.

The way his sleeve was pushed up slightly made his arm more noticeable in the dim light, the shape of it, the quiet strength in it as he walked. You followed the line of his forearm for a second longer than you meant to.

“…You’re staring,” he said after a moment, voice low.

You blinked and looked away quickly. “I’m not.”

You could feel him glance down at you instead, like he definitely didn’t believe that. Michael didn’t say anything though, just kept walking, steady as ever, letting you stay there holding onto him. You both reached your house just as the night started to feel heavier behind you. The porch light flickered on, warm against the dark.

You paused at the door and looked back at him. “Aren’t you coming in?”

Michael stopped just short of the steps, glancing up at the house like he was weighing it. Then a quiet, almost amused breath left him. “Funny thing about this whole… situation,” he said softly. “You need to invite me in.”

You stayed right there at the edge of the doorway, not stepping inside yet. Not moving away either.

“So you just stand out there all night if I don’t say it?” you asked, quieter now, but still teasing him a little.

Michael gave you a look like the answer was obvious.

“If I have to,” he said simply. Then after a beat, a little more serious, “But I’d rather you didn’t leave me out here.”

That made you exhale through your nose, half amused, half caught off guard by how real that sounded.

“That’s kind of dramatic,” you muttered.

A faint smile pulled at his mouth.

“You’re the one making me stand on your porch,” he said.

You rolled your eyes, finally giving in. “Alright, come in,” you said lightly. “Just be quiet.”

Michael gave a small nod like that was fair enough. “Yeah, yeah,” he murmured, a hint of amusement in his voice.

The moment he stepped inside, the air felt a little different. Not bad just… different. That seems to be the common word for tonight. Different.

You didn’t say much after that. Just started walking toward your room a little faster, like suddenly being in your own space made everything feel more normal again.

Michael followed behind you without comment, moving easy, like he wasn’t out of place at all. The hallway was quiet except for your steps and his behind you.

You glanced back at him.

“I’ve been here before, y/n,” he said lightly, like he could tell what you were thinking. “Calm down.”

That made you pause for half a second. “Yeah, when you were like… human Michael,” you muttered, opening your door.

A faint smile tugged at his mouth. “Still me.”

And he stepped in after you like it had never changed anything at all.

You walked in your room first, Michael followed. You locked the door and walked over to close the curtains. You dropped onto your bed with a sigh, finally relaxing a bit now that the door was shut.

“Don’t start judging my room,” you said, kicking off your shoes.

Michael let out a small laugh under his breath.

“I’m not judging,” he said, glancing around. “Just lookin’.”

You narrowed your eyes a little. “That sounds like judging.”

“I see you still like them,” Michael said glancing.

You looked up at him. “Like who?”

He nodded slightly toward something in your room , cassette tapes, something you clearly never got rid of.

“The Stylistics,” he said simply.

You blinked, then scoffed. “Obviously.” You then throw a pillow at him, aiming for his head. Michael blinked for a second, then laughed under his breath as the pillow hit him in the chest. He caught it easily this time.

“Oh, so that’s how it is?” he said, amused.

Before you could even lean back, he tossed it right back at you.

Not hard, just quick enough that you had to catch it, your hands brushing the fabric as you grabbed it.

You looked at him, narrowing your eyes a little. “I thought I told you to keep quiet,” you said, trying to sound serious, but it didn’t really land.

Michael just raised a brow slightly, like he was testing you now. "Yeah?” he said softly.

He took a few steps closer instead of stopping, like he wasn’t taking your warning seriously at all. Before you could say anything else, he tossed the pillow back at you again.

You caught it, narrowing your eyes at him. You were about to kick him before he caught your foot.

“Oh, you’re doing too much now,” you muttered, you tried kicking him again.

Michael just smiled slightly, like he was waiting for whatever you’d do next, “Maybe not enough for you to think you can keep kicking me." Before you could kick again, he caught your leg lightly mid-motion, just enough to stop you, not rough, more like he was preventing the attempt.

You froze for a second.

Michael blinked like he didn’t even think about it. He then pulled you towards him, looking down at you. You eye him. You guys have fought before but this felt like something more. He looked down at you slowly, still holding that small, teasing look, but it wasn’t as loud anymore. Like he’d gone still without meaning to. His eyes stayed on your face for a moment longer than necessary. You on the other knew what to say, which was nothing. You just looked into his eyes, a second later they quickly dropped to his lips where his fangs slowly peeked out.

“Are you…gonna bite me?” you asked him a little quietly, unsure of what was gonna happen. Michael didn’t say anything, but his eyes did trail to your neck. Your neck bare, your pulse slowly speeding up. He leaned closer to your neck, you, a little unsure slowly turned your head. You wasn’t too scared, but the feeling was there. You’ve seen the movies where the vampire gets the girl, so brutal, teeth marks plunged in the neck, blood dripping down, but this didn’t feel like it.

You felt Michael’s breath reach your neck, his teeth slowly scrapped the side of your neck. You didn’t scream, but a reaction left you. One from your mouth and one somewhere else. His fangs slowly scrapped in a little more in the spot before you felt his lips slowly kiss the spot.

“You’re a little jumpy tonight,” he said, a small grin returning to his face like the tension from a second ago had already started to fade.

You blinked at him, then scoffed.

“Jumpy?” you repeated. “You’re a vampire.”

That made him pause for half a second just enough before he let out a small laugh. “Yeah,” he said, like it was obvious. “And?”

You stared at him. “And?” you echoed. “I don’t appreciate you biting into my neck.”

“I kissed the spot”

“That don't mean anything bloodsucker,” you scoffed at him. For moment you relax, then you say, “Do it again”

Michaels eyes slightly widen but he doesn’t hesitate. He leans in against, trailing kisses down your neck, firm but gentle. His teeth traced along your pulse, “Right, here that’s where your pulse is” he says lowly.

“That's where I usually take a bite,” he says lowly.

You didn't know what this was leading to, but you weren't complaining. You let out a quiet hum, your pulse speeding up with each kiss he gave you. He then comes back to you, eyes glowing and focused on you. His fangs gently peeked out from his lips, you stare at them. You then lean in having your lips gently press over his fangs. Michael let out a soft breath as you closed your lips against his. He immediately kissed you back, his lips moved eagerly quickly against yours, almost as if he’s wanted this for so long. His lips, slightly cold, but left the warmest feeling all over your body. It danced up your skin, all just from him. Your hands find their way to Michael’s chest, they rest there as he continues kissing your perfect lips.

His fanged teeth lightly clashed against your lips, “Michael?” you let a quiet gasp. He slowed the kiss, showing your bottom lip extra attention before parting away slowly.

“I should get going,” Michael says close to you.

You hesitated, then leaned back slightly on your bed, looking at him. “Don’t leave yet,” you said, giving that voice you did when you wanted something. “Just… stay a little longer.”

Michael paused, watching you for a second.

“…Yeah?” he said softly. You nod at him, a little needy. Michael felt it.

He finally moved, sitting down beside you. As he did he welcomed you into his lap which you did with ease. The mattress dipped slightly under both of you all’s weight. Your hands found his face as you started kissing again, his hands hesitantly found your waist. Holding you right on top of him, they lightly pressed into you, as a way of trying to keep himself restrained.

“You… you want to?” he asked through the kisses.

“Yeah,” you say nodding. You then start pulling up your shirt , Michael helps you. He lightly tosses your shirt on the floor. His hands moved up your sides, teasing underneath your bra. You slowly grinded ontop of him, his hands pressed down on your hips to feel you some more. You felt his bulge almost Immediately which made you chuckle.

“You’re hard already?” you asked between kisses.

He slowly kisses your bottom lip again before stopping, “When you kiss me like this, I can’t help it’

So you, slide off your panties, leaving yourself bare with just your bra. Michael was lost of words for a moment, which made you chuckle. You then slowly reach for his pants, undoing the belt first before slowly pulling down his pants. Michael bit his bottom lip, trying to keep his composure. You give him one final kiss before going low on your knees, you teasingly rub your hand over his bulge. His hips lightly bucked up feeling your hand.

“Calm down,” you teased him.

Michael squinted at you like he wasn’t impressed, but the corner of his mouth twitched anyway. “Yeah, keep teasing,” he said flatly, leaning back like he was settling in. “See where that gets you.”

You then slowly pulled out his dick, already hard and leaking. You gently kiss the tip, licking up any precum that came from him. You kissed the sides as you looked up at him.

Michael’s breath hitched as he watched you work your mouth on him, “You…you know you don’t have too,” he mumbled out. His chest raised up and down from the sensation on his sensitive tip. “I can just please you”

“Hm, but I want too,” you say eyeing him as you fit his length into your warm mouth. He moans quietly as you do. You bobbed your head up and down on his length, stroking every now n then. His legs tensed lightly, he let out a quiet curse underneath his breath. “Shit, suck it fa’me girl,” he’d say keeping his legs opened.

Your tongue slid over his tip, licking up the taste of his precum, which you oddly loved. So sweet as it oozed out. Michael’s eyes were focused on you, he couldn’t believe this was happening. A small part of you couldn’t believe it either.

You and Michael had been friends for so long, years of teasing each other, arguing, laughing like nothing would ever really change. But here you both were.

“Hm, good job. You’re…doing so good” he praised you quietly. His hand slowly traveled down your side and all the way to your bare pussy. His fingers found your clit, he circled it slowly, applying just a little bit of pressure to it.

“Figure you deserve a little reward,” Michael said to you with a faint smirk. His fingers gently played with your clit which made you arch your back more. You took him more in your mouth, sucking slow and kissing the sides.

“Oh you liked that huh?” he chuckled quietly. So he did it again, rubbing your clit in small fast circles, “There you go, you need to feel good too” he whispers. You tried not to moan too loud, but it was hard. Your pussy continued soak over as Michael rubbed over your clit. You popped his dick out your mouth, you lean right back up to kiss him. Your lips smack over each other again, you feels his fangs lightly bite into you.

You let out a slight hiss, but Michael kisses the feeling away, “M’sorry baby.”

Your hand meets his dick again as you stroke it slow, wet slip sounds fill the room as you do. Michael let out a strained groan as you stroked his length. His fingers, still slipping through your wet folds, occasionally finding your clit again.

“You feel so good,” he gently bites your shoulder. You let out a quiet chuckle to him, pressing him more into your chest. His teeth trailed down to your cleaavge, kissing and licking some spots.

“Stand up for a second,” he said, lightly tapping your side.

“You want me to stand up?” you asked, confused.

“Yeah,” Michael said, already grinning a little now. “C’mon, just trust me, I know you're gonna like it.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “Alright” you say. What he was about to do next, shocked you. You stand up in front of him, waiting for his next direction. He tells you to lift one leg up and keep it there, which you do. Michael smiles to himself, quickly licking his lips before placing them right on your clit. Your back arched almost immediately as he did, you hold onto the headboard of your bed.

“Oh Michael wait,” you say quietly, tempted to let out a loud moan.

“Mhm, you gotta be quiet,” he replied to you as he stroked himself below you. You clenched your eyes where tears from pleasure threatened to fall. He held onto one of your legs to keep you supported, he teasingly groped the side of your thigh, cold fingers creating small goosebumps along side.

You unknowingly grinded yourself against his mouth, in which he smiled to. “Such a pretty thing, just wetting up my lips,” Michael said in between licks.

You never knew Michael could do this, gosh how was he able to? Did it come with being a vampire? Or was he always just waiting for this opportunity? To please you and make you feel good? You felt his tongue slowly swirl around your clit, it felt so good, all your thoughts turned to nothing but mush. It was perfect. As if Michael had been waiting so long to show you how he felt.

“Hmm, thank you Michael,” you say softly, gripping the headboard.

“Hm, don’t thank me yet,” he gives your clit one final suck and then a kiss.

He then pats your leg again, meaning to sit back down. You do, you laid back for a sec, feeling sensitive from his motions on your pussy.

“Where’d you learn that?” you asked, a little out of breath. Michael looked way too pleased with himself, a goofy grin spreading across his face.

“Mm,” he hummed, shrugging a little. He then got close to you again like before, hovering over, “Natural talent,” he replies whispered quietly against your lips. You moan low as your hands found his hair, gripping it as your legs crossed over his back.

“I wanna feel more” was all you said to him. Michael hummed, he knew what you wanted, but he always wanted to hear you say it.

“Feel what?” he asks looking down into your eyes.

“You, I wanna feel you Michael” you say pleading under your breath.

There was nothing but lust in you all’s eyes. Heavy breathing and pleading against each other’s mouths. Michael hummed again, like he was thinking it over, before finally giving in with a small shake of his head. “I’m too easy on you,” he said. He then strokes himself, giving his dick a few good pumps. He slowly rubbed his tip in between your folds, your slipperiness making him groan quietly. He slowly slips inside you, feeling your warmth close around him. He lets you get used to him slowly slippin in, then he pushed in, inch by inch, letting you feel every bit of him. You gasped, gripping his arms, the same arms you'd been eyeing earlier. You shifted against the bed as he held your legs to go deeper in you, your fingers lightly digged into his arms, the same arms you were looking at earlier. You tried to keep quiet, this whole thing was risky, but it felt so damn good coming from Michael.

“So pretty” he says kissing you softly. His hands kept a good grip on you, helping him thrust you right back against him. You let out a moan into the open, but Michael quickly shuts you up with a kiss. Just as he did, his thrusts slowly slowed.

You let out a whine, “Why’d you stop Michael?” you mumble.

He lifted his head, but didn't pull out, just stayed buried deep inside you, moving slow and careful.

"Heard something," he said low. As he did, he still kept his slow deep thrust in you, slipping in and out your pussy. “Your big mouth’s gonna get us in trouble, you know that?” he whispers, shaking his head a little like he was trying not to laugh. Before you could argue, he picked up the pace, driving into you a little faster. His thumb found your clit, and your back arched off the bed, your chest bouncing as you bit down on your lip to stay quiet. Your hand pressed against his stomach, half pushing, half holding on.

He laughed under his breath. "Thought you said you weren't gonna run from me."

You glared at him, breathless. "Shut up."

He pinned one of your legs down, and then he was moving. Harder, deeper, like he was testing how much you could take. He watched every reaction you gave him, eyes never leaving. Trying different strokes to see which one you loved the most. You felt his nails dig into your skin, sharp and real, and when you glanced up, his fangs had lengthened. That sight alone made you clench around him, a warmth pooling low in your belly. Your eyes started to sting with tears. Michael noticed. He leaned down, pressing soft kisses to your cheeks, catching each tear before it could fall. "I know, baby," he murmured, his voice rough but tender. "Too much?" He asked checking in with you. You shook your head no, desperately wanting him to keep going. To fuck a new feeling into you.

He kissed the side of your face before looking at you, “You think you can cum for me?” he asks you. His thumb finds your clit when you couldn’t answer, he rubs around your sensitive bud making you talk.

"Yeah—I can," you breathe out, the words tumbling from your lips like a half-formed promise. His thumb picks up speed, moving in tight, quick strokes that make your hips twitch and roll against him

“Well good, because I need it baby. I need you to cum on my dick,” he says in your ear. “You can do that for lil ole me right pretty girl?” he asks continuing. His thumb worked fast, and that familiar heat coiled low in your belly.

"Yeah... m'gonna cum for you," you whisper, the words shaky, almost lost in the rhythm of your own breathing. Michael leans in, his lips brushing against the curve of your neck. He doesn't kiss it yet, he just lets his breath ghost over your skin, making you shiver.

"Show me how much you missed me," then he gently bites down, his teeth slowly sink into the tender flesh, just enough to send a jolt of pleasure straight through you. Your inner walls clench around him, and you gasp, arching into him as wave after wave pulses through your body. He stays buried deep inside you, feeling everything you gave him, every moan and every squeeze. He keeps his thumb moving, coaxing every last shudder out of you until you're trembling against him, breathless.

"Fuck, just like that,” Michael repeated. He then kisses over the spot where he bit you. Your limbs feel heavy, your skin tingling. You're still catching your breath when you feel Michael's rhythm falter, his hips stuttering as he groans low in his throat. He pulls out in one smooth motion, his dick slick from your juices. He strokes himself twice before his nut spills across your lower stomach. Streaks of white landed in lazy patterns all over you. He lets out a long, satisfied exhale, his forehead dropping to rest against yours.

For a few seconds, neither of you moves. Your breath mingles with his, slow and unsteady, like you're both still catching pieces of yourselves. The only sound is the soft hum of the room and your own heartbeat, which, you realize, is still racing.

Michael lifts his head first, a lazy grin spreading across his lips. His eyes are darker than usual, the pupils blown wide, but there's a warmth in them that softens his sharp features.

"You good down there, pretty girl?" he asks, his voice rough but playful. "Wasn't too rough on you?"

You shake your head, still catching your breath. "Hm… no." A soft laugh escapes you, giddy, almost shy. Your fingers trace lazily along his jaw, "Is it… a vampire thing? The stamina?" you whisper, a little breathless.

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Not really. Would've been like this before, if you'd asked." You hum, pulling him into a proper kiss, your lips molding to his like they already know the shape of him.

He pulls back just enough to murmur, "Pretty sure the whole house heard us."

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Authors note. .✦ ݁˖

I got carried away. Might be some typos but its ok, somewhat proof read. Pls tell me how I did 🥴. BYEEEE

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blue collar!matt x bimbo f!reader. ♡⁩

𓂃 ‘ . . . just bought me a designer bitch ! ’

꒰ 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 . . . ꒱ 18+, not proofread, smut, vulgar language, pet name usage, public sex, breeding, squirting, p in v, possessiveness, mdni.

blue collar!matt whose . . .

eyes squint through the cloud of wood chips and hefty orange work jackets to spot a familiar GTR pull up and park off the construction sight. he recognized the hot pink license plate, a custom gifted from him as last year’s anniversary present. matt chews on his toothpick as he saunters over toward the vehicle, a small smirk tugging at his lips when he sees you happily step out. though, the sight of your clothing choice makes his eyes widen like saucers.

like a hawk, matt just blatantly stares at your breasts slipping out of your tight, low cut top and bouncing with every step you take toward the trunk. his temper doesn’t get any shorter when he sees you pop open the trunk and bend over in your unnecessarily short denim skirt to retrieve two grocery bags.

freshly done nails brush your hair behind your shoulder to wave at the men, all of them waving back in unison with lustful glares. murmurs become too apparent to matt’s ears which make him glance over his shoulder, sneering at the way his coworkers all look your way with the same expression as him; attentive. he just clenches his jaw, wondering why you’re looking so damn pretty this early in the day.

blue collar!matt who . . .

clears his throat when you approach him with an award-winning smile, head bowing to catch your short gaze. you don’t remember when matt became so big, so tall and buff that it kind of makes you feel dizzy.

meanwhile, matt’s too busy studying you to even care that you’re ogling him. you got all pretty for him; hair and makeup done, and he knows you did your stupid ass ‘everything shower’ as he calls it because of the saccharine scent of your perfumes and body wash. you’re a magnet to everyone—your cheeriness attracts everyone around you. you tell matt you spent all morning making birria tacos for him and the guys, wanting to give them a nice meal on this lovely sunday morning. he just smiles at you faintly as he spots the genuine glint in your eyes. bending down to your level, he grips onto the back of your head, careful not to mess up your hair, and presses a rough kiss to your forehead after he spits away his toothpick.

you greet all of your husband’s coworkers individually while making your way to a table to set everything up—handing everyone an ice cold water bottle with a smile.

blue collar!matt who’s . . .

not fond of the looks his wife is getting. he silently observes his coworkers filthy, unwashed hands pat your shoulder and their lust filled eyes shamelessly trail over your body. a sigh spills out from his nose as you pass out plates and drinks, giggling as the dirt and grime covered men thank you and compliment with full mouths on how good the food is.

matt had enough.

it’s sudden when you feel his rough hand grab your wrist and pull you away, yet you follow behind his large figure with giggles. he’s taking you somewhere secluded . . . not really, though. it’s behind the skyscraper they’ve been building for months now, only wood so far. you’re technically inside of it when he presses you up against a piece of wood, eyes set up at him innocently. he was just texting you an hour ago after sending you money to get your nails done. he sometimes forgets that you don’t realize the power you have over men. you act so innocent, so unaware of these things, and that’s what frustrates him.

blue collar!matt who . . .

realizes that everything he’s saying to you, a scolding hiss in his tone, is going completely over your head. your attention stays on his body, the yellow and orange vest sitting heavy on his wide shoulders, that white tank smeared with dirt, faded blue jeans and heavy tan timberland‘s on his big feet. he’s so fucking big it always makes you shift and bite your lip. his veins are bulging out of his arms, and his hands are so wide and rough. his hair is tousled around, evidence that he’s been working hard. just to provide for you. to take care of you. to cater to you.

“baby, you listenin’ to me?” matt’s brows knit together, tapping underneath your chin with a curved finger to bring your eyes back to him.

you huff, “you wanna see what i bought today?” your eyes are big and sparkly as you watch your husband’s blue eyes glance down to where your nails trail over the soft skin of your thighs, fingers fiddling with the hem of your skirt before you decide to flip it up to your stomach. matt breathes heavily through his nose as you showcase your new purchase; a pretty, light blue thong that matched the color of his eyes. “you like it?” a meek giggle passes through your glossed lips.

“yeah, sweetheart. looks nice,” matt barely grunts out, his voice caught in his throat as he sees how snug your new underwear hugged your cunt, “turn ‘round.” he orders with a gruff tone.

and you do, but not without stealing a glance over your shoulder. your husband just looked so good you couldn’t stop staring at him! you suddenly gasp when he roughly grips onto the fat of your ass, laying a harsh slap! on your right cheek. matt relishes in the way you squeal his name, a pretty manicured hand coming down to grip onto his wrist. despite your tight grip on his wrist, he’s still strong enough to hook two fingers around your panties to pull the flimsy material aside, adams apple bobbing when he catches the sight of your pretty pussy glistening for him in the morning sun.

matt swears he’s losing his mind, nonetheless beginning to tilt his head sideways to get a better look. he knows you want him to put his mouth on you by the way you swing your hips from side to side softly, a pout sitting pretty on your lips, but he’s not giving you that satisfaction, atleast not now.

he flips you back around, so you could watch him unzip his jeans and pull his leaking cock out, his tip slapping against his stomach.

blue collar!matt who . . .

roughly grabs your chin before locking his lips with yours, whispering in between kisses that you’re not to fuck with him while he’s on the job, to stop giving everyone a peek of what he comes home to at midnight. and you keep playing dumb to rile him up a little more. ‘i got a wax too since you sent me too much.’ or ‘went to fenty yesterday, i found so many cute things to wear for you, matt.’ to which he’ll only respond with a gruff, ‘yeah?’ you’re being a smart ass, a brat who needed taming real fucking quick.

“you gonna listen when i say shit, now? don’t pull that again, ya’ hear?” he pecks your lips one last time before his bulky arms are lifting you up, large hands under your knees to have you curled up and pressed against the wood planks. your legs dangle over his shoulders as he begins to slide you down on his cock with ease. he’s not being gentle about it either—doesn’t even give you time to preen and adjust. he thrusts his cock in you so deep it makes you whinily cry out his name and whimper into the open. his tip repeatedly hits your g-spot and all you can do is take it.

blue collar!matt who . . .

lifts and slams you down on his cock—doesn’t bother telling you to be quiet because his coworkers might hear you, doesn’t care if tears are blurring your eyesight because he’s bullying his cock in the depths of your gummy walls to give your cervix a few kisses, doesn’t care if you have a belly bulge. you’re whimpering like you’re in heat as he fucks you raw, feeling every delicious ridge of his dick. and you’re so wet around him, squelch after squelch making your ears tinge red and your face scrunch up in embarrassment. it doesn’t help when matt laughs in your face at that.

“what happened, baby? not speakin’?

you pout. the smirk he sends you just seems cruel to you as he slows his hips down, opting to roll his cock into you, so you could feel every inch of him. your thighs try to close around matt, but he doesn’t let you. no, instead he fully pins you against the wood, making sure his body is snug between your legs and just drilling into your pussy.

blue collar!matt who . . .

feels the way your drooling cunt clenches around him, a tale tell that you’re just seconds away from coming. soft cries pass through your lips as matt’s pelvis bumps against your sensitive clit which makes you reach down with a shaky hand, placing your palm over his toned stomach and pushing weakly.

matt’s eyes follows your hand and he just smirks wickedly, “don’t run from it, sweetheart,” he chuckles in your ear, pushing his chest against yours as he places a sloppy kiss on your cheek, “been wantin’ this cock, ‘n’ now you got it.” kisses trail down to your neck where it soon turns into making purple splotches, tongue lolling to lick the sting away.

you preen, “maaattt.” a nasally whine of his name only makes him go soft, the two hands that held your body up caressing the fat of your thighs. heavy pants slip through your parted lips as your orgasm quickly approaches, gripping onto his biceps for dear life. your eyes water while your pussy gushes all over his stomach and your thighs, hearing the groans and encouragements of your husband make you grow shy.

blue collar!matt who . . .

subconsciously bites down on your neck as he ruts his hips into you, eyes rolling to the back of his head as your soaked cunt hugs him in a warmly invite. his blunt nails create crescent shaped indents into the rounds of your hips and ass when tugging you down on him until he’s gasping. grinding his waist slowly, his cum begins to fill you up, coating your gummy walls pearly white.

blue collar!matt who . . .

snickers to himself when he sees you grow visibly upset as he pulls out and sets you to your feet. it’s then that he wipes that shit eating grin off his face when he swiftly brings his lips to yours, a rugged hand coming down in between your thighs to press two fingers against your cunt, swiping them around to collect your slick before plugging them into your drooling hole to make sure his seed would stay inside you until he got home. he ignores how you grip onto his hair when you squirt all over his fingers.

matt pats your ass after pulling down your skirt, tucking his dick back into his jeans as he whispers in your ear, “g’on now, get some sleep. i’ll be home in a few hours, so be ready for me ‘cause m’nowhere near done.”

blue collar!matt who . . .

smirks at you as you stumble back to your car, the other workers giving the two of you knowingly glares back and forth. you innocently shout out a shaky, ‘bye boys!’ to all the stunned men, unbeknownst to you that they all heard everything. matt turns to them with his brow raised, clapping his hands together, “well? fuck y’all staring at? get back to work!”

#INEEDTHATTT 😫

[fmalewokk]

finally found my fav matt fic again 🥹🥹🥹🥹

[hollywoodtonight]

[fmalewokk]

THE BEST ERA

[444sturns]

for a person who reads an insane amount of smut, you wouldn't believe me if i said i'm the most insanely-yearning-yearner-human you'll ever come across.

[luvsinstatic]

thriller era MY BELOVED. LOOK AT THIS GORGEOUS HUMAN BEING.

[vxnitra]

Dejavu♥️

[spogog]

I can’t be the only one who loves this hair era

more people need to appreciate the Afro liikkkeee

[japlanta]

these set of pics got me in a chokehold

[muwapsturniolo]

Omg Matt fell down the YouTuber writing a book pipeline….the prophecy

[mattsstarlet]

MY BABY I CANNOT 😭😭😭😭😭

[prettyangeliczz]

🐆💋 — michael making love to you while his song the lady in my life plays in the back, and when it gets to the part where he starts singing “all over” repeatedly michael begins thrusting in you deeper and kissing your body, forcing louder moans out of you. he’s also whispering how much he needs and wants you, going into detail and forcing you to repeat how beautiful and sexy you are, while kissing you, sucking your lips and tongue.