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we’re all just tryna get through this shit we call life. | 18 | goes by jade.

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‘you know i’m bad’ ᝰ🚬

✃ content: 18+, smut, quickie, bad!era, included audio

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 the thunderous roar of eighty thousand fans still vibrated through the stadium beams. outside the room, roadies rolled heavy trunks across the floor. inside, you sat on the leather sofa staring at the monitor feed. watching michael perform tonight had been pure torture. the monitor caught every sharp movement: his dark curls, his jawline glistening, the silver buckles on his black pants clinking as he popped his hips. every high-pitched belt and possessive grip on his mic stand sent a sudden surge of heat straight between your thighs. by the time "man in the mirror" faded, you were squirming, skin burning with a desperate ache.

the heavy oak door swung open. michael stepped in, surrounded by a faint cloud of stage mist. he had discarded his leather jacket, wearing only a damp black v-neck and his buckle-adorned pants. he looked utterly exhausted, sweat dripping from his chin, curls plastered to his neck. but the moment his deep brown eyes landed on you, his entire face illuminated.

"baby..." he breathed out, his raspy, post-show voice thick and gravelly. he tossed his hand towel aside and opened his arms, hurrying over to sink into you. "oh man, i missed you—"

before he could pull you in, you reached out. your hands hooked firmly into the silver buckles at his waistband, giving a sharp tug that yanked him straight down between your parted knees, chest flush against yours.

michael gasped softly, caught off guard, wide brown eyes searching yours.

"i need you," you whispered, your voice dropping low and sultry. "right here. right now, michael."

a dark, electric heat swept across his face. a low, raspy groan vibrated in his chest as he took in your flushed cheeks and hungry eyes. he didn't hesitate. turning to the vanity counter, michael swept his hand across the glass top, sending jars of stage makeup, wet wipes, and hairsprays clattering onto the floor in one swift motion.

in a flash, his large hands gripped your waist, effortlessly lifting you up and sitting you right onto the edge of the mirror counter.

"you're driving me crazy," michael rasped into your neck, his hot breath fanning against your pulse point as he stepped right in between your parted legs. his long fingers hooked into your underwear, pulling the fabric aside as he slid his hand down to brush against your core. he let out a sharp, breathy gasp as he felt just how completely drenched and warm you already were for him.

"look at you..." michael growled softly, his voice thick with raspy heat as he guided his thumb over your slick center. "you're so wet for me..."

"you were so sexy out there tonight, mike," you whimpered into his ear, hands tangling frantically into his damp curls, pulling his head down as you tilted your head back. "watching you move... watching those hips... you were so bad."

"yeah?" michael murmured, a wicked smirk touching his lips as he unbuckled the front of his pants. "show me how bad i was."

he didn't wait. positioning himself at your slick entrance, michael drove his hips forward in one long, heavy, unrelenting thrust that buried him completely inside you in a single stroke.

a loud, breathless scream tore from your throat as your hands dug frantically into his broad shoulders. the sensation was overwhelming, a sharp, explosive fullness that made your entire core pulse tightly around his length.

"fuck, baby..." michael choked out, head snapping back, jaw clenching tight. his hands clamped around your hips with a possessive grip, holding you pinned flat against the counter.

he set a fast, relentless, frantic pace. because the crew was right outside the door and time was running out, there was no slow buildup—just raw, desperate, urgent friction.

every time his hips slammed forward, the heavy silver buckles on his leather pants clinked loudly against each other—clink, clink, clink—a metallic rhythm that mingled wildly with his heavy, ragged gasps and your breathless moans. the intoxicating scent of his stage sweat, expensive cologne, and warm skin filled your senses, driving you completely wild.

"you like it when i perform for you, huh?" michael rasped, voice gravelly and completely undone as he drove into you, hitting that exact, swollen spot deep inside you with every single punishing stroke. "you like seeing your man up there?"

"yes! oh god, michael, yes!" you sobbed out, legs wrapping tightly around his waist, pulling his body as deep into yours as physically possible. "don't stop... please, mike!"

"i'm not stopping," michael growled, his face burying into the side of your neck, his hot lips pressing feverish, open-mouthed kisses along your jawline as his thrusts turned faster, harder, and relentlessly precise. "you're taking all of it... every bit of it, mama."

the slick, heavy friction between your bodies built up a blinding heat. the sound of the roadies shouting outside in the hallway and the clinking of his belt buckles only heightened the forbidden, desperate rush of the moment.

"michael—i'm close! i'm gonna come!" you whimpered, body shaking uncontrollably under his powerful rhythm.

"come for me, then," michael rasped in your ear, voice tight, desperate, and right on the edge of breaking. "let it go, baby... give it to me!"

with a loud, stifled scream into his shoulder, your body gave in completely. your internal walls clamped down around him in tight, uncontrollable, pulsing spasms of pure ecstasy.

feeling your core clench violently around his length shattered michael's self-control. he let out a deep, guttural growl, his grip on your hips tightening as he thrust hard and deep three more desperate times before burying himself as far inside you as he could go. his entire body locked up, a long, raspy gasp spilling from his lips as he poured everything into you, shuddering violently against your chest.

for two minutes, you both stayed locked together on the vanity, chests heaving, breathing frantic in the quiet room.

michael pulled back slowly, pressing a sweet, lingering kiss to your swollen lips, dark eyes glowing with satisfaction. "how was that for an encore?" he murmured with a boyish grin.

"unbelievable," you giggled breathlessly, smoothing down your clothes as he stepped back to adjust his pants and re-buckle his belt.

within five minutes, the makeup was quickly cleared from the floor, clothes were straightened, and your hair was brushed back into place. by the time a sharp knock came at the dressing room door—a roadie calling out, "five minutes to the motorcade, mr. jackson!"—you were both standing side by side, looking composed, elegant, and completely innocent.

michael turned to you, slipping on his dark sunglasses, offering you a quiet, handsome wink before sliding his warm hand into yours to walk out into the night.

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crashingcryptid

"Do you wish you were tall?"

Simon looks down at you, his eye narrowing at your completely straight face. "Wot?"

"Like, most men aren't really satisfied with their height. Do you wish you were, like, actually tall?" Your lips quirk slightly, betraying your joke to him no matter how hard you tried.

"Go find something to do before I choose for you." He orders dismissively, watching you scurry away down the hall. Sargeants these days have a lot or nerve. He always knew you were a little cheeky, but this was new.

"Hey Johnny, what would you change about yourself if you could? You know, besides the obvious?" Johnny almost answered you when his jaw snaps shut with a click of his teeth.

"Besides the obvious? Excuse me!?" He gives you a shove in the side when you double over laughing. He was no stranger to rage bait, he just wasn't used to someone giving it back to him.

"Oh, come on, you have to know you're a few inches smaller than Kyle." You tease while making a pinching motion with your fingers. Johnny tucked that away for later, knowing just how much he could make you scream. Your reign of terror never seemed to end; just little comments dropped here and there.

"Do you wish that you were athletic?" You asked Kyle after beating his PR during training.

"Do you wish you were still in your sexual prime?" You had interrogated Price over drinks, much to Nikolais amusement.

"You think I'm not still in it?" Price asks as he leans over the bar table, getting closer to your face. You flush immediately, mouth opening to maybe continue your joke when John presses his whisky glass to your lips. "Shh, shh, shh. Drink up." He insists, forcing the burning liquid into your mouth and down your throat.

"Such a mouthy little brat lately." Simon grumbles as he gently holds your head in place. "Just begging for some attention, huh? Have we been neglecting you?"

It doesn't take long for the boys to toss down their money, making their way out of the bar and back to base with you stuck between them.

"Take it, come on, you can take it just fine." Johnny chuckles as he presses you down into the bed. The other boys had the pleasure of watching your eyes cross, mouth dangling open as you cry out from each thrust. "Kyle just took you, so you should barely feel it, right? Since he's so much bigger?"

Oh, shit... he was still bitter about that?

"Slo - Johnny! Slow do -own!" You sob as he slams into your sweet spot over and over again. John could see you pleading for him to help. Begging dear old dad to rescue you from the absolute pounding you were receiving.

"I can't help you, sweetheart. I'm not in my sexual prime anymore. I'm sure you won't be satisfied with me." He shrugs, thanking Nikolai with a simple nod when he pours him another drink.

"Poor thing is fucked out of their mind." Simon chuckles when Johnny finally lets up, rubbing your lower back soothingly as he takes a moment to talk to you.

"How you feeling, Bonnie? Hmm? Need a break?" He whispers as he brushes hair away from your face, easing you onto your side.

"Water, Johnny..." You couldn't help but whine, snuggling into his chest when he carefully gathered you into his lap.

"Alright, alright... I've got you." He coos as he carefully helps you drink half a bottle of water. "Take is easy on em, would you, lad?" He teases as Simon stands to take you when he sees your ready.

"That anyway to talk to your uncle?" Simon grunts as he gives Johnny a slight corrective slap. "Just cause the little ones in trouble doesn't mean you can't be, too." He warns as he takes you into his arms. You shiver nervously when he pins you up against the wall, legs dangling in the air as the wrapped around his hips.

"You think I'm too short now, love?" He whispers as he lets you slowly sink down onto him. You gasp as your weight settles down on his cock, gravity forcing him deeper than you've ever felt. "Come on, I'm sure the grounds are not too far away. If you stretch your legs, you can reach." He coos with a groan thrusting up into you. "Go ahead and try."

crashingcryptid

"You have poison in your room."

You turn to face Price, the captain of the ship, and the expedition you'd signed up for. He was surprisingly your biggest ally in defending you against your cultural ignorance. Mostly because he had misinterpreted your handshake and smile upon introducing yourself to him as a sign you wanted to mate.

Price's alien species reminded you a lot of if Drax and a werewolf had a baby; though you would never tell him that. "Poison? Is this another engery drink situation?" You probe as you set your clipboard down. You always volunteered to do the weekly count. It brought you a sense of peace.

"No, it's bad poison. You know it's poison, and you still have it." He scolds, pulling your hand finished bottle of whiskey out of his belt.

"Oh, my whiskey. It's alcohol."

"Alcohol belongs in the medical bay." Price was getting more frustrated with your replies and the lack of care for your well-being. "Do you enjoy drinking poison?"

"Well, rubbing alcohol and drinking alcohol is different. It's not good for me, that's for sure, but the effects are nice. I'd have to drink a lot more than I'd be comfortable drinking to really hurt myself." You explain as John raises an eyebrow skeptically.

"You are microdosing on poison." He mutters in disbelief, his tail wagging slowly as he thinks. "That's not good for you."

"Just give me back my whiskey."

whoisit-itsaria

all ova, all ova , all ova

summary: ☄︎ you give michael a lap dance because you missed your man...and you also get the fucking of your life

contents: ☄︎ thrad!era, black reader, creampie, squirting, finger sucking, p in v, riding, dirty talk obbvvvvssss, LAP DANCE!!!

authors note: ☄︎ i had a balllll writing this i love this sm i hope u guys like it tooooo (this is also not entirely proofread)

The bathroom was full of steam and smelled like your vanilla and coconut scented body wash as you exited the shower and wrapped your plush towel around your body. You were immediately hit with the cool air as you opened the door to your bedroom and made a beeline to your vanity to start on your nightly bodycare. The familiar routine, the care you were giving yourself, mixed with the low ambient lighting of the bedroom and the candles you lit before your shower made you feel completely relaxed and entirely at ease. You smiled to yourself in your vanity mirror as you removed your shower cap from your head, revealing your beautifully patterned scarf, as you covered it with its matching bonnet. “I deserve this,” you thought to yourself as you made your way to your closet to put on your moomoo. All that was missing was Michael.

Michael who was your husband of three years but have been together and completely devoted to each other for six. You loved him so much. The way he cared for you without having to ask and completely catered to you with no complaint falling from his lips. There was no denying the love he had for you because you could see it all over his face. He looks at you like you hung the moon and lit each star just for him and it completely blows you away by the intensity of it. You thanked God for giving you someone who understood, held, and loved you like you were the greatest treasure to ever live on earth.

Michael was currently at the studio working on his Bad album and you missed him so much since he’s been out all day. Knowing him, you knew he was wearing the living hell out of Quincy and all the other producers trying to perfect every single lyric and instrument that filled his ears.

You smiled to yourself at the mental image of Michael asking to repeat the same thing over and over again for the hundredth time as you pulled your moomoo over your body and made your way over to the record player.

You looked over at the records you and Michael collected together over the years, all of them good records but none seeming pleasing for the vibe you were going for tonight. You looked over to the basket that held Michael’s own records. You made eye contact with Michael on the cover of his Thriller album.

Perfect.

You reached to pick it up, place it on the record player and lowered the needle down. You smiled to yourself as you heard the opening notes of Wanna Be Startin’ Somethin’ and made your way over to the big mirror you insisted on having.

You looked good.

Your skin was glowing and looked soft, your lips were plump, and your ass looked amazing in your moomoo. You shook a bit of ass in the mirror as an amazing idea fell upon you making you immediately stop.

You looked good, you felt confident, your husband’s music was playing in the background, and you missed his hands on you.

You wanted to give Michael a lap dance.

An excited smile graced your face as you moved to get the room ready for Michael’s arrival.

Oh, he’s going to love this.

Michael was exhausted as he put his keys in the lock to open the house you guys spent so much time discussing decor to make it feel like a cozy and loving home. It was well after 11PM as he made his way upstairs. Michael smiled to himself as he saw light from the bedroom casting its glow in the hallway. You were still up and he missed his baby.

Michael walked in the room expecting you to be sprawled out on your side of the bed engrossed in a book, but the sight he saw instead made him stop in the doorway.

You stood by the record player looking so comfortable and edible, but the smile that was on your face was the real reason he stopped in his tracks.

“Hi, handsome,” you said in a soft voice. Butterflies erupted in your stomach at the sight of your husband finally home. God, you missed him so much.

“Hi, baby,” he said, walking slowly into the room. “What are you doing,” he said with a nervous smile on his lips.

He knew you sometimes liked to do stuff randomly. It was one of the reasons he fell in love with you. You were excitingly unpredictable.

You pointed over to the edge of the bed. “Can you sit right there for me, please,” you said, batting your pretty eyes at him.

Michael followed your instructions, no questions asked. “Fuck, I love him,” you thought to yourself as he sat on the edge of the bed looking at you with a questionable gaze.

You turned to face the record player and moved the needle down so the track Lady In My Life was playing.

You turned around, a shy, bitten smile making its way onto your face as you saw Michael’s reaction.

Michael let out a laugh, “Baby, what are you doing?” He heard himself singing through the speaker as he saw you slowly walk over to him. The teasing in your stride made it seem like you were a predator stalking its prey, which was, well…him.

Michael felt himself start to chub up as you finally made your way in between his legs. “Just relax, Mikey,” you said. Michael just simply raised his eyebrows as he leaned his arms back to give you more space.

You turned around and started to move your hips in circles as you slowly made your way down to sit on his lap. You heard him gasp silently as your ass grinded slowly on his growing bulge to the beat of his song.

“Fuck, angel,” he said. His eyes laser focused on the sight of your ass on him. You then started to move your hips back and forth as your hands went to rest on your knees, giving him a better view of the way your ass was dragging directly on him.

His breathing grew heavier and whimpers started to leave his lips as he saw the way your back arched and ass jiggled slightly as you continued your slow grind. “Please, baby,” he said as his right hand came to settle on your right ass cheek over your moomoo. He started to squeeze and pull at it, completely hypnotized by its movement. You smiled to yourself as you felt him fully harden under you, knowing that he was completely gone over you.

You then stood up and turned around. Michael looked up at you with an expression that was absolutely blissed the fuck out. His pupils were almost covering up the brown of his eyes, lips bitten, and dick so hard it looked like it was going to rip through the fabric of his jeans.

You then straddled him so you were face to face and continued your tortuously slow grind. “You like this, baby?” You asked, voice soft and breathy as you saw him nod and gulp, eyes looking at nothing but you.

“I love it,” he said with nothing but honesty and lust in his eyes as he said it. You felt yourself get absolutely drenched as your clit was being dragged back and forth on his dick. You moaned softly as he moved his hands to your hips, moving them with the speed your hips were moving.

You remembered the song playing in the background, and you smirked to yourself. Your favorite part was about to come up and you knew you had to take advantage of this opportunity. You heard Michael sing “all over, all over, all over” on the song and your hips matched the speed and the yearning that Michael delivered through those singular words.

Michael caught this and he moaned aloud. “Please, baby. Please, please, please I need you so bad,” he said. His voice whiny and whimpering and you felt yourself leak and clench around nothing as you heard him beg for you.

You stopped your grind and he whined at the loss of stimulation as you held his face with both of your hands, forcing him to look directly in your eyes. “What do you want, baby, tell me,” you said, voice breathy and needy as you saw pure want in his eyes. “I want to be in you. I want to fuck you so bad and feel your pussy clench around me. Please, baby, I need it. I need you.”

The desire and neediness in his voice made you so wet, you were sure you were dripping down your thighs. You kissed him with urgency. Tongues meeting in a battle of dominance that you willingly gave up so Michael took control. Your hips started to move quickly over his hardened bulge as you sucked on his tongue, moaning at the taste of him. You disconnected from the kiss to get Michael out of his pants so you can feel and see just how hard he was just for you. Michael hid his face in your neck, whimpering “please, baby, please,” as he lifted his hips up so you could pull his pants and underwear down, finally releasing him from the confines of his pants.

You gasp as you look at his hardened dick. His tip leaking with his precum and flushed a pretty shade of red. “Is this all for me, pretty boy?” You asked in a teasing tone. Michael looked up from your neck and looked down at himself and moaned. “Yes, baby, just for you. Always only for you, I promise,” he said. Fuck, his whimpering and whining was always going to do it for you. You reached for the hem of his shirt to pull it over his head, immediately kissing at his neck, chest, and nipples when they were exposed.

“I need to see you, angel, please,” he said, voice all out of breath like he ran a marathon. You simply nodded and pulled away from his chest as he removed your moomoo from your body. His eyes became big and he moaned when he saw that you were completely bare underneath. You internally chuckled to yourself at his reaction as you slyly moved your hands to your boobs to push them together so they became more accentuated. Before, you would be too shy to even think of doing something so bold, but Michael loved it and it sprung your confidence sky high. “You want me, Mikey?” You said, batting your eyes at him, looking at him with mock innocence and he couldn’t take it anymore.

Michael wrapped you in his arms as he moved his body back so he was lying on the pillows at the head of the bed. “I need you so bad. Need to feel your pretty pussy,” he said. His hand moved down to your pussy to rub at your clit. He drew in a breath when he felt how drenched you were for him. “Look at you,” he cooed at you, “so wet just for me, yeah, baby?” He said as he continued rubbing his finger on your swollen clit. “Yes, Mikey, yes!” You said, completely gone underneath his touch. His finger then went down to slide into your hole and your mouth fell open on a silent moan. “I know, baby,” he said. His expression completely open and tuned into you and only you as his thumb went to circle around your clit.

His ring finger then went to join his middle in you, making a ‘come here’ motion, his thumb still circling around your clit. Your moans became closer together as the pleasure he was giving you was consuming you. “Mikey, it feels so fucking good I’m going to cum, baby,” you exclaimed, head falling into his neck to hide your face. Michael wasn’t having none of it as he shrugged his shoulder to move you from his neck. “Unh-unh, baby, I want to see you as you come around my fingers,” he said. The eye contact between you two coupled with the stimulation Michael was providing you was your end. Your stomach contracted and your moans becoming screams as you gushed around his fingers. Michael moaned with you as he moved his fingers in and out of you, watching your squirt go everywhere as you came.

When you came down and Michael removed his fingers, Michael made sure you were keeping eye contact as he put the same fingers that were just in you, covered in your fluids, in his mouth. His eyes closed in ecstasy as he moaned around his fingers, completely aroused by the taste of you. He opened his eyes, keeping the eye contact intense as he removed his fingers. You took those same fingers, eyes low and seductive, and you brought them to your own mouth, sucking around his digits. His eyes were wide, breath heavy, and dick twitching at the hot sight you were blessing him with. You removed them from your mouth, “We taste so good together, baby,” you said in a low voice.

Michael absolutely lost it. He grabbed his dick and lifted you up so he could place his dick at your entrance and sink you down. The feeling of your tight, wet walls coating his dick made him throw his head back and moan out loud. You felt so full and you felt so good with him being in you, you immediately started your slow drag up and down his length. You rode him so thoroughly that you left Michael in a whining, whimpering, babbling state. You weren’t that far off either. Your moans were loud and your walls clenched around him as you continued to ride him like your life depended on it.

Michael looked at you with your head thrown back and your beautiful boobs going up and down right in front of his face, that he had to make you feel just how desperate he was for you.

He wrapped you in his arms as he flipped you guys around so he was on top. He immediately started to pound in and out of you. “F-fuck, Mikey!,” you shouted out. It felt so good. “I love this pussy, baby, it’s so good to me,” he said while moaning and whimpering in your ear. “My pussy loves you so much. I love you so much,” you said. You weren’t even sure what you were saying. Your brain to mouth filter completely fucked out. “I know, baby, I know,” he said, moaning loudly in your ear.

He looked down and whimpered at the sight of your cream around his dick and he pulled out just to slam back in. “Look at you creaming all over me,” he said with amazement in his tone. “Fuck, I love this so much,” he said more to himself but you heard it anyway and it made you go even more crazy for your man.

“I’m gonna fucking come! I’m gonna squirt all over your dick,” You said out loud. Michael looked at your face and mentally patted himself on the back at how fucked out you look. “Only I can make you come, right, angel? Only I can see you this fucked out, huh mama?”, he said. “F- Yes! Only you, Mikey I swear!” You said. The pressure building up in you making you feel like you were going to explode at any second.

“You can come, baby,” Michael said, words getting choppy and breath getting more ragged, signaling his own release. “You can come around this dick, baby, it’s yours,” and that’s what did it. Your head was thrown all the way back, your back arched, and you screamed so loud as the intensity of your orgasm washed over you. Each time Michael pulled in and out he was blessed with the sight of your cream dripping down from your hole and your juices splattering everywhere. The sight was the start of his own release.

“Fuck, mama, I’m c-cumming,” he whimpered in your ear sounding pathetic but that’s exactly how you liked it. “Fucking give it to me, baby,” you whispered in his ear, “give me all your babies please,” you said and Michael completely let go. You felt him coat your walls in his release and he moaned directly in your ear, sounding like the best song you’ve ever heard.

Michael stayed in you until the aftershocks stopped and he kissed you tenderly with so much love as he pulled out. He sat back on his knees and he watched his and your release drip from your hole. You saw his blissed out expression to this and you bit your lip as you brought your hand down to spread your pussy and clench your hole so more of his cum can fall out. His eyes widened and he softly moaned at this.

He looked at you and moved so he was at the head of the bed and pulled you to his chest. “You’re going to be the absolute death of me,” he said. You giggled as you looked at him and shared a soft kiss with Michael.

Your bonnet was…somewhere and your scarf was damn near about to fall off but he didn’t care cause you were still the most beautiful thing in the world to him.

“I think you should greet me like that all the time when I get home,” he said with a smile. You laughed out loud, “Maybe…” you said with a teasing smile.

He looked at you with nothing but love as you started to doze off. “I love you so much it hurts,” he said with raw honesty in his eyes. Your eyes teared up despite their drooping from exhaustion, “I love you so much more,” you said, voice heavy with emotion and drowsiness. “Thank you for loving me,” you said as sleep finally took you under.

“Always,” Michael said as he, too, let sleep overtake him.

authors note: ☄︎ im actually obsessed with this. pleaseee leave your thoughts in the comments i love to hear feedback<3

No thoughts just wolf shifter!ghost who lost the ability to properly shifter due to injuries from roba...

Instead of shifting into a proper wolf, he becomes something...different, wrong. Limbs too long, torso bent at an odd angle. His fur is patchy and thin, tail wiry and ears too pointed. Ghost can't escape his disfigurement even in his other form, the one meant to bring comfort to him.

If ghost had it his way, he'd never shift again. Live his life as a human and pretend his wolf never clawed at his insides begging to be seen.

Unfortunately for ghost and his tendency to never address his emotions, shifters have to shift at least once a month to prevent hospitalization.

So, once a month, ghost drags himself deep into the forest outside of base.

Government property technically, least risk of being seen by civilians or gunned down by hunters. Under the moonless night, ghost becomes a twisted memory of a wolf. He stalks the ground, indulges in every instinct while stubbornly refusing to acknowledge his body.

Every stumble is just excitement, every wrong-sounding howl and bark just a weird echo. But when ghost finds his way to the river he loves, he also finds another shifter.

Another shifter like him.

A deer, at some point. But your fawn spots still paint your hide, your legs have too many bends in them, and antlers sprouts only from the right of your head. You, too, are a creature born of violence.

It is a silent agreement, what happens between you.

That night, two monsters follow eachother through the woods. For once, ghost finds himself play-bowing and chasing another creature again. He feels light, happy. Working his twisted muscles until you end up curled into his soft stomach, soft grass under you and polluted sky above.

Only in the morning will ghost learn that the terrible scarred thing in the woods is the shy archivist on base. The one who smiles at him when no one else will.

Now, he smiles back. You're his pack, after all.

18+

john price who uses his size difference to keep you right where you need to be, pressing his body weight on top of you as he fucks you into oblivion.

he's so much bigger, and heavier. you can't even shift a centimeter without having to move him as well, the only reason you're not suffocating is the fact that he's refraining himself from crushing you whole, but definitely not the same for your poor hole.

at this point, you feel so full. so sensitive.

you've pretty much run out of energy, only able to beg for more as he continues relentlessly thrusting into you— reminding you of the immense stamina he's built up over years in the military.

"you can take it right?" he huffs, hand wrapped around your torso tightly, holding you against him. "you're doing so good, darling."

you grit your teeth, whimpering a soft "yes, sir".

that's just the thing he needs to quicken his pace, making your eyes roll back even further than they already were. it barely takes a few minutes before he releases his seed into you, hole clenching around him as you milk him dry.

without warning, he presses his finger right onto your folds, being the trigger for your orgasm. you cum all over his cock, making a mess as it coalesces with the loads that's already dried on the bed.

whoisit-itsaria

shy admissions

summary: ☄︎ michael admits he lowkey (highkey) likes being called daddy but he's shyyyyy

contents: ☄︎ michael is called daddy, crying during sex, dom!reader, sub!mike, creampie, michael whimpers & whines,michael lowk shy and pathetic, dirty talk, masturabtion while michael watches, porn little plot

authors note: ☄︎ the beginning and end is proofread but not the smut bc i HATE rereading my smut💔💔💔

based off this request!

you were at michael’s house for a much needed movie date night since you guys missed each other while he was away on the jacksons victory tour. E.T was playing and you guys paid attention for the first half–you really had– until you asked michael, randomly, what he would do if he was an alien, making the start of a long ‘what if’ conversation, the movie turning into background noise. you guys then just started bullshit conversation, not really having a clue how each topic came about, you guys were just happy to be with each other.

you were lying on your back on the floor, legs over michael’s where he sat propped up against the bed, a bucket of popcorn in front of you two. michael’s hands were on your legs, occasionally squeezing and rubbing up and down the length of them, loving how soft they felt.

“okay,” you said, wiping popcorn crumbs from your hands, “truth or dare?”

michael’s eyebrows raised as he chewed on a piece of popcorn, surprised by the sudden question. “mmmm,” he hummed, head turning to the side, deciding on which option to pick, “truth.” he said once he swallowed.

you sighed dramatically, “boring, but whatever,” michael made a sound of offence at your words, reaching for a handful of popcorn.

“what has been your favorite thing we’ve done sex wise?” you said casually like you were discussing the weather.

michael choked on the piece of popcorn he was chewing, surprised by the question and by the casualness of it.

“whoa, there,” you say with a shit eating grin on your face, aware of the effect the question had on michael, “you okay?”

“y-yeah,” michael said when he finally got the popcorn down. “just taken aback by your question is all.”

you shrugged, smile still on your face, “so are you going to answer the question or…” you asked.

“i mean, i liked when you rode my face that one time.” michael mumbled quietly.

“you said what?” you said, cupping a hand around your ear. you knew exactly what he said, you just liked teasing him.

“i liked when you rode my face.” michael said a bit louder, cheeks blushing from his embarrassment.

“aw, baby,” you said, laughing softly at how shy he got at his admission. “i liked that too,” and just because you liked to tease him, you lowered your right foot to lay flat on top of his crotch, “it felt so good, mikey.” you said in a low, sort of seductive tone.

much to your amusement, you felt michael’s dick twitch under your foot and he suddenly looked to be interested in the movie even though it was damn near over.

“my shy baby.” you thought fondly to yourself.

“okay, your turn.” you said, your other leg gently nudging him to get his attention.

“hm?” he turned to look at you, looking confused at what you were talking about.

“truth or dare, michael.” you said, giggling softly

“oh, yeah! truth or dare?” he said, hands resuming rubbing up and down your legs.

“dare.” you said confidently.

“i dare you to kiss me.” michael said after thinking about what to ask you.

you smiled as you lifted yourself up and kissed michael deeply. your tongue nudged against his lips and he opened up, tongues fighting for dominance until he gave it up to you. you felt his dick grow hard under where it lay beneath your foot, you smiled in the kiss and brought a hand up to cup his cheek. michael whimpered, feeling worked up and leaned in for more of you before you pulled back.

michael’s lips were still slightly puckered and his eyes were glossed over, looking blissed just from your kissing. you gave him a chaste kiss before you bit your lip to hide your smile and laid back down.

“truth or dare, mikey?” you said like nothing happened.

it took a while for michael’s brain to catch up to the sudden shift before he mumbled a quiet “truth”.

you sighed by his refusing to choose dare but you let it go anyway. “what names do you think you’d like being called during sex?”

michael’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion at your question, “what do you mean? like, pet names? you know i like when you call me baby-”

“no, i mean, like, kinky names.” you said cutting him off.

“oh,” michael said, eyes widening a bit, “i-i don’t know.”

you brought your hands up to start counting on each finger, “there’s master,” you started.

michael's face scrunched in disgust, “ew.”

“kitten,” you continued

“people actually call their partners that?” michael snorted.

“sir,” you said, ignoring his comments.

“hell no.” his face scrunching up again.

“daddy,” you said with a smirk.

michael got quiet. too quiet. you felt his dick violently twitch under the sole of your foot.

you gasped and you immediately shot up from laying on your back to look at him directly. your jaw dropped, completely surprised at the new thing you found out about michael.

michael gulped and tried to look away but your hand brought his head back to look at you.

“michael, you don’t like sir but you like daddy?” you asked incredulously.

“i don’t,” michael said, lying horribly.

“michael,” your face turned deadpan, “your dick basically ripped through your jeans when i said it!” you said, a smile making its way onto your face.

michael groaned and looked up to the ceiling as if he was hoping for something to come and take him out of this situation.

“why didn’t you tell me you liked that?!” you exclaimed.

you couldn’t believe the same boy that had trouble to even answer the question on what his favorite thing you guys have done together sexually liked to be called something so dirty. you were thoroughly amused and immensely turned on.

michael was still looking up at the ceiling but you saw his eyes start to water.

your smile immediately dropped.

“nonononono, michael,” you said climbing onto his lap to straddle him, feeling desperate to soothe the embarrassment that was consuming him.

you took his head in your hands and lowered it so he was looking in your eyes. you saw how he was trying to keep himself from crying. you kissed him tenderly, trying to calm his overthinking you knew he was having.

you pulled away and saw the tears that escaped his eyes. “It’s okay, baby,” you said softly while brushing his tears away. “i’m sorry for how i reacted.” you said, genuinely feeling bad at how you acted.

“it’s okay,” he said, voice wavering. you kissed him again, your heart feeling like it was aching at the sight of michael’s distress.

your foreheads rested against each other when you guys parted from the kiss, your fingers caressing michael’s cheeks to soothe him and to calm his emotions.

when michael spoke, it was soft and hesitant. “are you sure it’s okay? you’re not uncomfortable?” he asked in a small voice and your heart broke at how fragile he sounded.

“i’m positive it’s okay and you could never make me uncomfortable,” you said, a small smile making its way onto your face. michael looked slightly relieved at your words.

“matter fact,” your head tilted a bit to the side as you looked at your hands sliding down to cup michael’s neck, “it’s really hot.” you said smiling.

michael’s eyes lit up like he couldn’t believe what you were saying, “r-really? you’re into it?”

you nodded your head, “im into whatever you're into, mikey,” you whispered. you felt michael’s dick harden under you.

you slowly started to move your hips back and forth on his lap. michael inhaled sharply, “y-yeah?” he asked. you bit your lip and nodded.

you leaned in to kiss michael. what started as a slow, tender kiss quickly turned desperate. your hips quickened in his lap and he put his hands on your ass to guide your grinds. michael was groaning and whimpering into the kiss, his jaw widening to take more of you in.

you leaned back to catch your breath and you saw the spit that had escaped michael’s mouth rolling down his chin. you scooped it with your pointer finger and guided it to his mouth. he took your finger in and sucked, his eyes looking completely submissive as they looked into yours.

you bit your lip at the feeling of his warm, wet mouth around your finger. “so good, mikey,” you whispered. michael whined against you, loving the praise.

you removed your finger from his mouth and lifted yourself from his lap, standing up. you start to remove your shirt and michael makes a soft moan at the sight of your lacy bra before he stands and starts to take his shirt off too.

“unh-unh,” you say to him.

michael lowers his shirt, eyebrows furrowing in confusion “wha-”

“watch me.” you say and you hear michael groan softly before you lean down to take your pants off.

you make eye contact with michael as you unclasp your bra and remove it completely from your body. michael gulps and palms himself through his pants when he sees the way your nipples harden in the cool air of the room.

you bite your lip to conceal your smile at his reaction as you slowly slide your panties down your legs. the curly hair on your mound was the first to be revealed before the rest came into view when you finally got the panties off.

“please,” michael whined pathetically, starting to advance toward you before you lift a finger up, stopping him.

“i said watch,” you said firmly. michael groans and starts to palm himself through his pants again. “and don’t touch yourself,” you say, smiling at michael’s reluctant compliance.

you sat on the edge of the bed, put your feet on it, and spread your legs, your core becoming completely exposed to michael. michael hands shook slightly from where they pathetically hung limp on his sides at the sight of your wetness. your hole clenched and unclenched around nothing, your clit stiffening from the cool air.

your finger slowly went from your hole to spread your wetness to your clit. you rubbed your clit slowly, looking at michael the whole time while he looked at the way your finger was rubbing your pretty pussy.

“you like it, mikey?” you ask, your words caught on a moan and breathy. michael nodded quickly, “i love it, baby, fuck.”

michael looked at you like you were the finest piece of art ever made. his eyes were glassy and his lips were slightly open, tongue coming out to wet them. you moaned at his words and continued rubbing your clit. the wet sounds were starting to fill the air along with your moans and michael’s heavy breathing.

“take your clothes off, baby,” you say, breathing heavy. michael starts eagerly taking off his clothes, his shirt first and pants and underwear coming off together. you moan and rub your clit faster at the sight of his hard dick standing up, tip red and leaking with precum just at the sight of you.

“c’mere,” you say and michael doesn’t waste any time walking to you, eager to get his hands on you.

“rub your dick on my pussy, baby,” you say softly. michael bites his lip at your words as he puts one hand next to your head on the bed while his other takes his dick and guides it to your pulsing, wet pussy.

you moan aloud and michael whimpers at the feel your clit rubbing against his dick. “mmmm, yes, baby, just like that,” you say as you put your legs on his waist.

“y-you feel so good,” he whines pathetically, his knee coming up to anchor on the bed.

the feel of his dick rubbing on your pussy, spreading his precum around, made you feel like you were on cloud 9. it felt so good and when you looked up at michael, he looked completely gone. his eyes darting from your eyes and down to your wet, drooling pussy.

“can i-” michael started to say before he brought his finger down to collect your wetness and precum and wiped it on your tit before he leaned down to suck it into his mouth.

your back arched and you cried out at the dual sensation. “yesyesyes, suck my tit, baby,” you moan out. michael looks up at you, eyes glassy, and nods, whimpering around your nipple. spit was falling from his mouth and dripping down your tit, making you into a mess.

you could feel michael speeding up his grinds, indicating he was close. you grabbed his head, his mouth leaving your tit making a wet sound, “don’t cum yet, baby, wanna have you fuck me,” you whispered to him.

“fuck, yes, need it so bad. wanna cum,” he whined to you. you kissed him as you scooted yourself further up the bed, michael following. you released yourself from the kiss, “put your dick in me, baby,” you said and michael moaned at your words.

michael let out a low groan as he pushed in. your pussy squeezing around him so warm and tightly, he felt pure ecstasy. “you fill this pussy up so good, mikey,” you said as he buried himself to the hilt. you kissed and left hickeys down his neck as he started to thrust in and out of you.

you release yourself from his neck to cry out, michael hitting your g-spot dead on.

“fuck! right there!” you moan out. “fuck, daddy, you know how to fuck this pussy so right.” you continue to moan, putting your new piece on information about michael to use.

“fuckfuckfuck,” michael said, head falling close to your ear. “say it again, mama, please, need to hear you say it again.” he babbles out near your ear.

“yeah?” you smile, remembering the earlier conversation you two had. “you like to know how well my daddy is fucking me? how much you make me cream around you?” you moan into his ear.

michael throws his head back and starts moaning loudly at your words, not giving a fuck at how pathetic he sounded. you look down and see the ring of you guys’ mixed pleasure at the base of his dick and bring your head back to moan. you will never get tired of michael fucking you.

you bring your head back up and you see that michael is crying, but not because of embarrassment this time, but because of how good your pussy felt around him and your words.

you moan at the pure look of pleasure that was on his face. “This pussy making you feel that good, daddy?” you say and michael looks down at you, thrusts getting faster. “you gonna cum? gonna fill this pussy up so you can become a real daddy?” you say.

michael moans loudly at your words, thrusts getting sloppy signaling that he’s about to cum. “please let me cum, please, please, please,” he whines out, babbling.

you feel your own coil in your stomach about to unravel at the sight of michael and how good he’s fucking you. “you can cum, mikey,” you say and he immediately buries himself in you, painting your walls with his cum. “thankyouthankyou,” he says as he rides out his orgasm.

the feel of his cum being spilled in you and the sounds of his whimpering and whining was enough to bring you to the edge as you pulsed and creamed around his dick. “yes, fuck!” you moaned out, being silenced when michael came down to kiss you passionately.

When you two came down and released from the kiss, you breathed heavily into each others mouths, thoroughly fucked out. you let out a small laugh and michael smiled as he rolled off you, looking at the ceiling with a big, goofy smile on his face.

“wow,” michael said, breathing heavily.

“i know,” you said just as out of breath.

“i think this might be my favorite thing we’ve done sex wise,” michael said, laughing softly.

you giggled when you remembered the truth or dare question you asked earlier as you rolled and propped yourself up on your hand to look down at michael.

“hi,” michael said, looking up and seeing you.

“hi, baby,” you say, voice filled with affection.

you leaned down to tenderly kiss him. you felt as if your souls touched each other through this one kiss.

“i love you so much, michael, you know that?” you say softly to him.

“i know, baby, i love you too,” michael said sincerely.

“i don’t want you to ever feel uncomfortable telling me something, okay?” you say, hand coming down to gently caress his cheek.

“okay, i promise,” he said and took your hand that was on your cheek and kissed it.

“you know what i wouldn’t mind?” michael said, breaking the silence.

“hm?” you say, distracted by drawing shapes on his chest.

michael smiles bashfully at you “calling you mommy.”

you gasp, leaning back to look at him, feeling yourself get wet a bit by his confession. “i don’t think i’d mind that either,” you say, leaning down to kiss him.

“yeah?” michael said when you guys parted.

you smiled as you leaned down for another kiss, “absolutely.”

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how would ghost deal with a reader who has a phobia of bugs? aka me haha

He would actually be more understanding about it than others because he has an irrational fear of snakes.

He's more than happy to remove any bug from any room. sometimes he spots one before you and pulls out his SAS training just to sneak the bug out, knowing just the thought of being near one stresses you out. In fact, he's more than happy to not talk to you about bugs despite them being on his mind constantly.

His two rules? At least once a week he wants time to go look at bugs or visit the local butterfly garden, and you have to be okay with the caterpillar plush in his bed.

Other than that, he doesn't mind. His joy for something is never a reason to cause you hurt.

No thoughts just ghost who struggles to sleep at night, right?

He tosses and turns even in your arms, even with you safe beside him. Tormented by the things he's done, the things that have been done to him. You love your boyfriend more than you should, and it hurts you to see the battlefield follow him home.

Some nights, ghost shifts out of bed when he thinks you're sleeping. Moving silently around the house, trying to stay sane.

Other nights, when the thunderstorm outside has cold creeping in and your own will to sleep dwindling, you shake his shoulder "si. Si, wake up, c'mon."

Everytime, ghost grumbles like he was actually asleep, rumbling while he grabs some pants "wha? What is it, love?"

"C'mon, lets go drive." You tug at him, grabbing the blanket from the closet.

That's exactly what you do, ghost in the passenger seat snuggled up in a blanket. You drive for hours around in the rain, stop to get greasy junk food and fill up on it until the food coma creeps up on simon and he's snoring like and engine beside you.

Scarred cheek mushed into the seat belt, shoes in the back seat and socked feet tucked under the blanket.

Once, he told you that his mom drove him around and bought him ice cream the day after his father...well. he told you it was the nicest thing she'd ever done. Now, tucked into the seat of your car with rain pelting in the rooftop in some empty parking lot, all the scars even out under the dim light. The injury and trauma melts away and he looks young again.

You wish you could give this to him all the time.

inexperienced!simon accidentally edging himself by not touching himself in any way, shape, or form if you're not present. he'll hold out for days, letting his balls ache until he gets a chance to see and be with you properly. he ignores the pulses when you smooch him hello, while you tug him to your couch so you can catch up on things. leaking a wet patch in his sweats as the two of you chat away. nodding and humming at every one of your sentences until you finally notice his shaky thighs.

he has to look away from the pouty coo you send him after climbing across the couch and peeling the fabric back to finally let him breathe.

"aw, si," you furrow your brows, watching the way his cock bobs with a mind of its own whenever you grip the base. a low hiss sneaks out from between his teeth, just barely able to collect himself when you peck his jaw. the man fails to hide a shiver, feeling as if he's buzzing from head to toe at the soft of your lips on him. "why didn't you say anything?"

simon scratches an itch on his chest, involuntarily sinking into the cushions with a tight throat. tip accidentally dribbling out a few more strings of clear.

"you were talkin'... didn't wanna interrupt..."

(inexperienced!simon masterlist)

Thinking about omega!reader terrorizing everyone on base because your heat is around the corner and your mate isn't here...

Truly, you're a monster without your mate.

You know damn well price knows your schedule, because you explicitly tell him not to send your mate around that time. No amount of "the mission couldn't wait" or "he's essential to the success." Did anything to stop you from growling at price every moment you could, instincts screaming about something you can't have.

People would rather take the long loop around the outside of base than pass by your office out of fear of coming across you. You made one of the mechanic cry last week, omega pheromones raging and fucking with everyone's instincts even through the scent blockers.

It's clear to everyone that you're on the verge, pacing constantly and glaring at anything that moves. Price is smart enough not to intervene, but he did cancel you from sparring after ghosts alpha pheromones got a bit too aggressive and had you taking a chunk out of his forearm with your teeth.

So really, everyone's happy when the heli finally lands.

You're practically purring for the first time in days, eyes glued to the lowering ramp. The moment you spot Johnny You're across the landing in second, calling "johnny! Johnny, are you okay?"

Holding him at arms length, short claws digging into his shoulders and nearly burning at the first touch of your mate. You scan him up and down, only for soap to chuckle and lean in to scent your neck "ahm' okay, mate. No' hurt at all."

"Good." You smile, sweetly scenting him too, then promptly shoving him onto the ramp he still stood on. Varying sounds of judgement sound from behind while you settle on top of soaps lap, grinding down and nearly losing it just at that. "I'm gonna fuckin' break you, johnny. Never leave like that again, got it?"

You feel soaps dick twitch under you, hips involuntarily jerking with a reverent "okay."

The rest of the team, knowing you'll tear out a throat if anyone tries to stop you right now, makes quick work of vacating the area. Gaz shouts something from across the space, and soap purrs and tosses a thumbs-up, but you could care less.

Right now, you have nights of bonding to make-up for.

For the nonny who wanted more soap, sorry I've neglected him :<

No thoughts just reader who's been convinced it's supposed to hurt the first time, right?

A fact that has been drilled into your head since you were young, that having sex for the first time will always be painful. You heard it from your teacher, from your mother and friends. A part of life, they told you.

But you're terrified of it. So you put it off, never go beyond kissing with boyfriends despite how upset they get. Remembering how gaz told you his first time was excruciating. How he bled and bled.

Then you meet ghost.

Ghost, big and strong and so damn attractive. For the first time in your life, the desire to know him outweighs your fear of the agony.

"Okay. Let's get it over with, si." You tell him one night, breath hot against his neck. If you can get through the first, then you can enjoy everytime after that with him. "Make it quick."

Ghost grunts, shoves you back until you're sat on his lap. He frowns deeply "the fock does tha' mean? Do you not want it?"

Oh. You forgot to tell him.

"It's my first time," you say. Though simons face shifts into shock, he still seems just as confused as before, so you add "i don't handle pain well. So...get it over with quickly. It's okay if its you."

"Who the hell do you take me for?" Ghost huffs, pulls you into one of those slow kisses that makes your brain melt. "I'm doing this properly."

It's been what feels like hours, and still ghost hasn't pushed anything inside. Too busy rubbing the calloused pads of his fingers in tight circles until you clench and fall apart, back to his chest.

He spends so long pleasuring you that you nearly forget to feel scared when he warns "okay, lovie, just stay relaxed. I'll stop if you need it."

Gentle, he pushes a finger in and– it stings. Just a bit. You take a few seconds to breath, and he doesn't force more in. There's no tearing or agony or crying. It's so different from everything everyone's told you that you nearly sob with relief.

You do end up sobbing, later, from pure ecstasy on ghosts fingers. He seems hellbent on proving it shouldn't hurt, and he's got all the time in the world to convince you.

̩͙ ⠳⠀⠀ .⠀⏜ Juicy

summary ━━ ༯ michael accidentally pulls on your juicy couture sweatpant bottoms getting out of bed in the morning - chaos... ensues.

tags ━━ ༯ porn w plot, smut, overstimulation, kitchen sex, sub! michael, switch!reader, late 90s this is ridiculous idk why i wrote it, quickie, orgasm denial if u squint,

pairing ━━ ༯ history era michael! x wife! reader

a/n ━━ ༯ what can i say i just saw spiderman and had fluttery feelings seeing peter in the juicy sweatpants. i imagined michael... now here we are. this is barely proof read and probably ass cheeks (lol)

w.c: 2.8k

at first this made me giggle really badly but then i kept reading and nothing was truly funny anymore. multitudes.

( ˶°ㅁ°) !! 0.8k, fluffy nsfw ) boob obsessed (bad era)!michael jackson x fem afab reader: your boyfriend loves fondling your boobs, especially while making love to you <3

cws: nsfw, mentions of a previous orgasm & rougher/angry (not angry with you but generally tense) sex prior, very soft dom!michael, boob sucking/play

all the stress he'd been carrying slowly melts away as he tucks himself deep inside of you, feeling your walls accept him without hesitation. with you and in you, he's always belonged; here, he doesn't have to worry about what others think, about the perfect note or how he missed a step during dance practice. here, all he has to focus on is you and the familiar sensation of your warmth...

NOW SHOWING…

PEACHES INTERLUDE, Michael Jackson

synopsis— In which your pervy bestfriend tries to turn over a new leaf but ultimately he’d just been too obsessed with you.

content— sexually explicit content MDNI, a little plot if you squint, mentions of menstruation, pet names, dirty talk, edging, thigh fucking, clit slapping the holy grail, p in v lazily morning sex.

🪽 junkie — took a dip in the pervy!michael pool. Inspired from this post. hope you enjoy babess, mwuahh!

Michael had always loved you with his hands before he even knew what it meant.

An arm slung lazily around your shoulders while the two of you laughed over some ridiculous story. A quick hug the moment you opened your apartment door. His thigh finding its usual place against yours whenever movie nights stretched past midnight. It had become second nature over the years, just another language the two of you spoke after growing up side by side.

Until you and his family unknowingly changed everything one evening at the Jackson family BBQ.

“She’s just having one of those days Michael,” Latoya told him, noticing how you’d been too yourself that evening. That bubbly personality of yours replaced with moody swings and sugary craving. “Us women go through this phase and dont always wanna be touched..”

“Don’t take it to heart”

It was meant to reassure him but Michael tucked those words away like it was gospel. Because he was the kind of person that stores tiny pieces of people away like sacred instructions.

"I know, LaToya," he murmured but something just kept gnawing at him.

Michael leaned back against the kitchen counter as he watched you through the window, sitting next to Janet on the porch steps, arms wrapped around your knees. Peeking around the archway as his mother encouraged you back into the home something was definitely wrong. You'd been... different lately. Flustered. Avoiding his casual touches. Avoiding the easy closeness that had been second nature since childhood.

Then came him brothers. The ones who noticed the way he’d boyishly lit up whenever your name came up. They’d watched every single perverted primal urge that you’d found so charming in their brother. Like the way his big brown boyish eyes would go soft and needy the second you walked into the room.

Always finding an excuse to sit beside you and never thinking twice before making himself at home. Parading an absolute natural possession over you, sitting your ass against the throbbing center of his lap whenever the couch had become too crowded.

Or how Michael would let your necklace slip free and It was never accidental. He’d play it off so smoothly, a quiet ‘Hold still, peach’ leaving his lips as his long fingers slipped inside your dress

Michael had turned those little "fixes" into an art form. his fingers deliberately grazing the soft, heated skin of your chest as he retrieved the delicate chain. He’d linger just a second longer than necessary, thumb brushing the swell of your breast before pulling the necklace free, his jaw tightening as he felt his dick jump behind the zipper of his jeans.

No it had to be the birthdays. Yes, every birthday. Without fail. While his sisters got wrapped presents and party hats, you got his mother's signature cake. Three layers of warm cake, wrapped in the most perfectly whipped buttercream you'd ever tasted served exclusively by Michael. Just his fingers. Just you as he watches your throat work as he fed you, thumb brushing the corner of your mouth more than necessary, eyes dark as your lashes fluttered.

Both Michael and his brothers knew exactly what that was. That wasn't boyish attachment. That was marked territory.

“Damn Mike,” Jackie teased, “Your nose gets wider every time she walks in.”

“Yeah and quit hangin’ all over the poor girl,” Jermaine Laughed, giving Randy a quick nudge to the elbow. “Leave us room for a chance.”

Randy snorted at Jermaine's joke but Michael’s amusement faded instantly, replaced by something harder. His jaw tightened, his nostrils flaring at the mere suggestion.

But later that night lying awake, every moment he’d ever had with you replayed itself in painful detail. Every casual invasion of space he'd taken for granted. Each touch, whispered word, and accidental press of hips. Especially those hot afternoons spent tangled beneath blankets, television long forgotten as Michael whispered the sweetest sounds in your ears as you rubbed your squishy pussy to his voice.

His fingers curled into tight fists as he remembered dinner and the way your body stiffened when he ran his fingers up your thigh. Cursing silently to your self as they unknowingly wandered dangerously close to the source of womanhood taking its course before you stopped them.

Leaving him wondering did he get too handsy with you?

From then on, Michael had become more careful and somehow that made everything worse because you noticed every single change.

At first you’d thought it had just been your imagination. Then days had passed, and your best friend who’d couldn’t seem to exist beyond three of you, started to treat you as if you were something he was no longer compelled to touch. The silence was suffocating and the easy, unspoken language of touch that had defined your friendship for years was suddenly... gone. And suddenly the absence of his touch became louder than his laughter.

You tried to play it off, telling yourself it was just busy schedules and growing pains but somewhere along the way, you found yourself mourning little things that never seemed important before.

The soft wet kisses peppered along your shoulders, the ghost of his tongue chasing away the droplets after your swims. The grounding pressure of your spine settling along the hard line of him during long movies. That habit of dipping his fingers beneath your dresses, cupping the warm heat of your pussy. Forever reminding you that he was never too busy to take care of you.

So naturally, you assumed the only thing that made sense. Perhaps whatever had always existed so effortlessly between the two of you had only ever mattered to you. You assumed you'd misread everything. Those years of intimacy, the obsession disguised as affection, the way he took care of your body. it had only ever mattered to you.

The realization broke you slowly because even when he was sitting right beside you, that greedy boy who naturally lived inside your personal space, was no longer there. In his place was a polite, careful version who kept his hands to himself. He laughed with you, listened to you, treated you with terrifying perfection but never touched you.

The unspoken tension followed the two of you for weeks, neither of you were brave enough to ask the question that sat stubbornly between you. He’d found every excuse in the book to keep you at arms length. Refusing to stay over, heading home before it got too late or settling for the stylish stuffy couch in your living room. Like laying in your bed crossed a boundary he suddenly convinced himself existed.

"I'm tired, gotta get home." It was his prized excuse. His excuse to not fall asleep with your legs tangled together. To stop touching you entirely. And tonight, as his fingers gripped that stupid throw, something in you finally snapped.

“Michael…” you sighed softly, your voice soft with genuine confusion, “We’ve slept together since teenagers, w—what’s suddenly the issue?”

The room went dead silent. Michael's hand paused mid-grab on the blanket, his knuckles white against the fabric. The question hit him like a physical blow, a direct assault on the carefully constructed walls.

"Nothing's the issue," he said quickly, his voice clipped and controlled. A polite, practiced tone that sounded entirely wrong. "Just tired, peach. Got an early call tomorrow."

“A call? Really Michael.. You’ve made time for me over things that— you know what..” you scoffed, slipping beneath the cool sheets. A disappointing cloud of defeat lingering over you. “J—Just cut the lights on your way out..”

The words hovered between you two, heavy and final. Michael just stood there, staring at you beneath the sheets. Eyes avoiding his as the soft defeat in your voice sounding like you'd already convinced yourself you'd lost. The dismissal hurt, and because the casual assumption that he'd just... leave... gutted him.

He'd deserved that. He'd earned that.

The silence stretched, thick with everything he wanted to say and everything he was terrified to admit. Soon the lights to your bedroom cut off with a deafening click, a dark aching loneliness settled into your chest as you waited for the screeching tremble of your screen door closing.

Till you felt a familiar warmth climbing into the empty space beside you. Still perfectly molded just the way he’d left it. The mattress dipped beneath his weight, and the familiar scent of you wrapped around him like it always had.

His weight settled against you in that perfect, practiced way, your spine slotting against his chest like it had been carved for him. One arm slid under your neck, the other draped over your waist. Finding the exposed skin of your stomach, pulling you back until your curves fit his lean lines like a secret.

It felt like coming home and for the first time in days, he wasn’t forcing himself to keep his distance.

Beside him, you smiled into the darkness, relieved that he'd finally come back. His fingers trailed aimlessly on your stomach, occasionally dipping beneath the silk to graze the top of your hip bone like he'd done a thousand times. Curing the weeks of every misread intimate gesture.

Neither of you realized you were grieving the very same loss, or that the distance between you had only ever been built from two perverted hearts trying far too hard not to hurt the other. Terrified the obsession had finally become too obvious.

Something that had belonged to eahcother and always would, no matter how far the two of you strayed from it.

That’s how Michael found you whining for those perverted touches in your sleep.

He stirred slowly, his mind foggy before the weight against his chest registered. Blinking down at the pretty mess sprawled over him-your spine curved perfectly against his warmth, one silk strap fallen away to reveal a hard nipple peeking past the fabric. Testing the last thread of gentleman like obedience had.

The delicious view of your chest. That warm, heavy swell barely contained was enough to have his hand moving before his brain caught up. Fingers wandering all across your body, squeezing every inch of skin he could grasp. Slipping beneath that fallen lace, thumb brushing the exposed nipple. Hard and pretty.

His jaw tightened, groaning as you arched your ass against his thickening length. Chasing the ghost of his touch in your sleep. Pretty face twisted in some sweet dream that had you begging for the exact thing he'd been torturing himself over—his hands, his mouth, his obsession.

Your soft whimpers cut through the silence. Mouth parted, lips puffy and swollen, muttering a desperate, needy noise that was pure, innocent greed that sounded too much like what he'd been starving for.

“Right here sweet girl…” he swore beneath his breath, voice rough with unshed need. "What are you dreaming about, hmm?"

Michaels eyes fluttered shut, a blissed frown nestled into his face as his entire body alive with need. he gave your chest a gentle squeeze, thumb stroking harder against the sensitive peak. Rolling it between his fingers before giving a firm pinch, just the way you loved.

And he never missed any of your whispered pleas, murmuring the one name you trusted, that you knew would take care of you. Reminding him exactly how spoiled you were by his affection. A perverted devotion you didn't realize you owned completely.

Michael’s control was already splintering, cracking under the weight of your needy, unconscious desperation. His large hand smoothed down your spine, fingers digging into your hip to pull you closer, giving himself a good feel of your plush curves against his thick, aching erection.

His hips rolled instinctively against your softness, grinding the sheet away. Your sleepy whines were too much, too real, too fucking perfect. Demolishing every polite excuse he'd built. Big hand splayed across your tummy, twitching as his fingers traced the slicked trim of your panties.

“It’s hurts trying to go without it huh?” Nosing behind your ear, abandoning any last shred of gentlemanly decency. Cupping that warm, familiar flesh he knew better than his own pulse. “To just try and turn over a new leaf..”

Michael felt every curve, every swollen fold beneath the warm silk. Your pouty little pussy practically pushing out against the fabric. It was torture, because this wasn't just friendship. This was love wrapped in filth.

“But it’s ok, m’gonna make it feel so much better mama..” he whispered, voice thick with sleep as he watched the fabric darken under his touch.

The admission was there, raw in the dark. He was fucking done pretending this was anything but what it was, what it always had been.

His thumb found the soaked crotch of your panties, tracing slow, deliberate circles over the silk. Right where your clit hid beneath the fabric. Already so wet. Always so fucking wet.

That familiar, sweetly filthy promise of relief, of worship, made your hips buck against his invading hand. Arching deeper into the cradle of his hips, as he leaked against the thin fabric of his briefs.

“Yeahhhh, that feels so much better doesn’t it?” Michael’s lips brushed the shell of your ear. His voice a low, sinful rumble as those long fingers hooked beneath the flimsy silk, landing three heavy— plap plap plap to your clit. “Go on and wake up f’me peach..”

Michaels jaw stayed firm against your neck as his eyes watched your face scrunch up in hazy confusion. A soft moan escaping your lips as his fingers lazily slid through your pooling slit.

You could feel the slick beat of your clit pulsing right against a familiar warmth. Sharp and dizzying with every breath as your eyes fluttered open, thick and hazy with sleep.

Your voice was barely barely there, “M—Mikey..?”

The tension in the room shifted, healed by the mere sound of his name. The sound of it, soft and confused, made his pulse hammer once against your neck. Cooing at the slight roll of those clouded eyes as you came too

“There you are,” He huffed out a relieved chuckle, peppering wet kisses along your jaw. “Good morning pretty..”

Each kiss was warm and soft, grounding that sleepy confusion with each drop of his lips to your pretty face.

“Missed you s’much..” he slurred softly, growing drunk off the sticky slick staining his fingers. “Tried to be a g-gentleman, I really did try peach..”

“But I just can’t help it..”

Your brain was still sticky with sleep, drowning in the overwhelming sensation of three long fingers lazily swirling over the damp silk, coating your folds in your sweet glaze. Making the ache between your legs unbearable as your hips twitched helplessly, confused but greedy. Chasing the familiar, perverted rhythm you’d always been spoiled with.

“Especially when I know you only get this wet dreaming of me don’t you?” he murmured against your ear, "Been so good being patient for me.."

You nod, face flushed hot, heart pounding in your ears. The hazy dream of being pressed under him, taken so good you couldn't breathe still fresh on the brain as Michael freed himself. The heavy length of him nestled perfectly against the curve of your ass

“I K—Knew it..” He moaned out, fingers spreading you apart gently as he positioned himself between your legs. “Gosh I knew it baby..”

The weight of him was grounding and terrifyingly comforting as Michael slid effortlessly between your slick thighs, nesting against your folds.

You clenched helplessly around nothing, embarrassingly wet, as you desperately pressed up against him. Threading your fingers into his soft coils nuzzling him closer against your hot skin. Cheek to cheek as his hips roll, dragging the hot, length of his dick through your puffy folds. A wet, filthy glide that had him dragging along your clit.

“Missed you s’much..” Your voice cracked, fingers tugging gently at his scalp. “P—please don’t do that me again..”

"I won't... I—I swear, I won't.. Never leaving you like that again, I promise." Michael whimpered, his face a mess of affection, guilt, and raw need. "Never again, peach... m’sorry, fuck m’so sorry."

“I was dyin’ without you..”

It was a pathetic broken apology, hoarse against your neck, thick of his guilt mixing violently with relief.

Michael’s dick throbbed, so hard it hurt. Big hands shaking as he gripped your hip, fingers digging into soft flesh as he held you in place. Continuing the slow drag of his cock through your folds. Each pass had that angry crown leaking, catching on your fluttering ring before sliding back down to your clit with agonizing slowness.

“Oh my g— michael, baby.. please..” dropping your heavy head onto his shoulder, rolling your needy little cunt harder against him.

The sound of your pleading, soft, breathless, and absolutely wrecked made his entire body shudder violently. He was starving for it, his hips betraying his control, thrusting up to meet every grind of your pouty pussy. The wet, sloppy drags against your puffy folds were driving the both of you fucking insane.

“Just wanna show you how sorry,” Burying himself in your hair, breathing in that sweet scent you always carried. Voice shattered into pure worship. “Can I? Can I make it all better?

“Please m—mama…”

His Big hands gripping your ass, fingers spreading your cheeks apart. Greeting him with a small glob of creamy slick. Rocking your hips in a perfect, filthy glide. A wet, rhythmic— shlick shlick he'd created for you so many times before. Aching to just push inside and claim you. Fill you up with every ounce of love and obsession he felt.

“Y—Yes, yes.. Please make it better baby..” You whined, glazed eyes fluttering at the teasing pressure of his bulbous flesh. “You always make it better.”

And there was absolutely nothing gentlemanly about how he hooked your knee, spreading you open. Nothing kind about the thick stretch of him pushing into your tight, aching pussy. It was pure relief. An answer. A homecoming.

Michael's lips parted joining the raw moan that left your mouth. Listening to the soft squelching as his hips settle on a pace. A slow, delicious drag back and forth. Working himself in inch by thick inch.

“I know, mama, I know… feels so fuckin’ good doesn’t it?” Michael whined, long fingers digging into your hip. “S’good to be home..”

You nod, arching off the hard line of his chest. The cool rustle of your sheet doing nothing to soothe over the surging heat. You took your sweet time, rolling your tight, sloppy pussy down his length. Hugging him in a tight, greedy embrace that sucked him right back in. You were taking him so beautifully, stretching around that familiar thickness, welcoming him home like he never left.

Michael shuddered, nuzzling into the warm space beneath your ear, the sounds escaping him were almost embarrassing as his pace quickened. Hard and steady as you fluttered to life around every him.

He watched with hungry eyes as your pretty pussy blossomed like a flower, swollen pink folds spreading around his thick head, letting him bottom out every time. Snapping up to meet the softness of your ass, rippling with every stroke.

Michael found himself stuttering for just a second, almost losing it the moment the curve of him found the sweet spot, that special ring that made you the juiciest peach god ever created.

"J-just like that Mikey fuuuck," you mewled, electricity crawling up your spine with each deep pause. Letting the heavy pressure of him settle in your tummy before pulling back out.

"Yeah? Fuck, baby... just like that?" Michael echoed, catching himself mid-moan, choking back a sound that would've been outright begging if he let it out. “You love it there.. F—Fuck, missed my pretty girl so much... missed us...”

He chased the depths of your cunt. Punching the air right out of your lungs with every punishing rock of his hips.

Your pretty face twisted up in that special little pout that only Michael got to see. Brows knit above those watering eyes, thighs trembling while his thrusts grew deeper. Every long stroke was an apology sung in rhythm poking so close to your it had you falling apart.

Your thick arousal stained his angry tip, threatening to splatter with every sloppy thrust. Until it popped free with a wet, desperate stutter, the thick length emerging between the cleft of your soft ass as it slipped free from your fluttering hole.

“So close.. mich..michael s’right there baby, I need youu.”

And before you could even spiral, he was already stuffing you full again. He was so deep, so fucking perfect. Eyes rolling back as as he slid back into the perfect groove of your cunt, every hard inch covered in your sweet cream.

He hooked your knee higher, exposing your soaking, hot folds to the cool air of your room. He could smell you on him—earth, sugar, and desperation all wrapped into one as he worked over that little sweet spot with a deep glide just to feel how buttery soft you were inside.

Those big hands gripped your jaw, forcing you to look at nothing else but him. Face twisted in that stupidly attractive concentration, nibbling on his lip with hooded eyes as he dug every bit of your creamy essence out of you.

“Don’t worry peach,” He panted thumbing at that aching nub until your hips bucked violently, catching onto the heavy curve of him. “m’gonna nghh— m’gonna keep my promise..”

“S—swear, mama.. couldn’t ever break it with you ruining yourself like this..”

Michael nearly lost his mind, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your spine as stays buried deep for a moment. His handsome face flush against yours, dragging the hot length of him through your thick arousal that pooled around his base.

The first hot, heavy rope of him hit the back of your womb, followed by another and another until your womb shivered from how full it was. Filling you up like he always did, like he fucking loved doing.

Looking down Michael slipped himself free, watching the last thick rope of cum stretch from your messy slit, clinging stubbornly before finally breaking free. He pushed a frizzy coil of hair behind your ear and for a second he just looked you over, smiling at your beautifully spent body.

Goosebumps rose on your skin, and a familiar heat pooled in your lower belly when he finally pressed his lips against yours. Slipping his tongue against yours to suckle back into his own mouth, tugging at the flesh hard enough for it pop back in place.

“No more new leafs..” he whispered, dropping another kiss to your sweaty temple.

The silence was heavy and the promise hung sweet in the air, more intoxicating than any whispered confession. Just the two of you breathing, hearts slowing, skin cooling against each other. His thumb continued those soothing circles, grounding you both as the adrenaline faded into sleepy contentment.

"Good," you murmured, your voice thick with exhaustion and satisfaction. Sending a dizzying jolt straight that had him twitching to life again. “Cause change is overrated..”

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sloppy makeout sessions with Clark would be a regular thing.

he'd arrive home after work and immediately rush over to you, lifting you up by your hips and onto the counter before slamming his lips onto yours. no words even being exchanged before he goes for your lips.

passion is evident in his gestures, hands exploring all around your body while his tongue tries to go deeper in— needy and hungry. it's as if he's never going to have enough of you, always having to roam further, hands reaching beneath your pencil skirt that's fresh from work. he continues to grope your body while he consumes you whole and you gladly accept.

you moan into the kiss as his tongue fucks your mouth, hands cupping his chin and pulling him in.

a scandalous heat makes itself known, growing in between your legs as you feel his palms dip beneath your skirt that's hiked up inappropriately. he only squeezes your thighs and kneads the flesh, not yet pressing against your aching clit.

but there's no need for talk when you two are practically begging for more from each other. even after many hot, steamy nights, you two still haven't filled up your quota. and it's disgusting.

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