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𝓛ove is the heart of all 𝓒reaton 🧸ྀི

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⠀⠀⠀꒰⠀⠀⠀michael ❦⠀⠀⠀𓁹⠀⠀jaafar

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ᥫ᭡ i post about michael jackson and jaafar ^_^ i'll be making moodboards occasionally along with stimboards so expect to see that! dms are open to everyone . . . i also interact with nsfw fics so if you're not comfortable w/ that please block me ❦

[starjjcksn]

JAAFTITTIES CRUMBS!!!!!!!!

[eejy-eej]

Who else up maturing they era rn⁉️👀

Edit: I DO COMMS BTW DM ME!! I didn’t know this would BLOW TF UP LIKE THIS OMG thanks 🙏

[justappletart]

my little baby I love him

[justappletart]

god he’s so beautiful

[hisgoodfish]

ohmygoddd he was feeling himself here. the mug… girl Get him on drag race

[dearjaafar]

MICHAEL (2026) dir. Antoine Fuqua

[hisgoodfish]

genuinely bawled my eyes out like 5 times during this movie My parents thought i looked INSAAAANE

[perfumigate]

[femalekanye]

[hcwait]

the concept of michael not only being your childhood best friend but your first love. your first everything, actually. you’ve seen this man through the good times and bad times over the years and would he let only you in to comfort him.

[cndybliss]

𓂃 pervyboss!michael x secretary!reader anyone?.. (18+)

𝓬ontent ❤︎ invincible!era (gif is 2007, lets pretend this is 2002), explicit themes, age gap implied (28, 44) mentions of masturbation, sexual fantasies, p in v, unprotected sex, michael's a power dom ouuu, michael's a bit stern in the bedroom, not proofread, just smutty asl alright

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ᢉ𐭩  ֹ . pervyboss!michael who couldn't stop staring when you waltzed in, hips naturally swaying in your tiny pencil skirt. sure, the amount of leg you decided to show off in the office was extremely unprofessional, but was michael going to say anything about it? absolutely not. he loved to watch you sashay through the corridors of the maze that was cubicles, constantly looking up from his paperwork to catch a glimpse of your perky ass struggling to breathe behind the fabric.

ᢉ𐭩  ֹ . pervyboss!michael who palmed himself during meetings whenever you peeked in the conference room to tell him something. your luscious hair, your breaking even blazer paired with your lowcut shirt that cupped your breasts just the right way, your smile. lord, your smile. when he'd return to his office, he'd quietly groan in pain from his aching erection, looking up to make sure you weren't facing his direction. you made his body ache with your presence alone.

ᢉ𐭩  ֹ . pervyboss!michael who deliberately would call you into his office multiple times a day just to get a look at you. he'd make up faux tasks such as fixing the position of his pen bucket, or picking up something he dropped on the floor purposefully—of course, just to watch you bend over innocently, biting his bottom lip in return.

ᢉ𐭩  ֹ . pervyboss!michael who slides you hints about just how smitten he truly is. things like:

"you look pretty today."

"i might need to get hr on the phone if you keep looking at me like that."

"wish you could be in my office all the time, y'know that?"

ᢉ𐭩  ֹ . pervyboss!michael who dreads just how fast you catch on. ever since you did, every interaction became more anticipating. you purposefully unbuttoned your blazer when visiting his office, his gaze immediately locking with your cleavage and roaming down to your waist. you were such a tease.

ᢉ𐭩  ֹ . pervyboss!michael who fantasizes about fucking you dumb at work. if only he could bend you over the copier, stripping you of everything but your silver initial necklace and your pink pumps, taking you in front of the whole office. oh, he'd have a field day. imagining you moaning his name loud and clear for everyone to heed, all while in reality he sat slouching at his desk with a pile of papers beside him.

ᢉ𐭩  ֹ . pervyboss!michael who asks you out at the office christmas party, to which you obviously oblige. he had been playing eye-tag with you the entire night, and finally gained courage after your co-worker girlfriends pushed him to make a move.

ᢉ𐭩  ֹ . pervyboss!michael who finally gets into your panties after a countless amount of dates, realizing his dreams have come true. he gets to lay down and watch in awe as your utterly sublime body work your magic on his cock. he knew it was morally wrong—a boss and his secretary—but, how could he not help himself? your perfect tits bouncing in his face all whilst your body did the same. michael's hands resting on your hips, rapidly moving up and down as you did.

ᢉ𐭩  ֹ . pervyboss!michael who makes you call him "mr. jackson" while he relentlessly pounds into you. he loved hearing your gorgeous cords scream and whine his name while you embodied his fantasy, your necklace and heels being your only articles of clothing.

"who's in charge again, dollface?" his mouth spat out, working your pussy to the max below.

"you, mr. jackson! it's always you-mmh!" you obediently yelped out, your core hot and worn. you didn't think someone of his age could fuck like such a young man.

"you're so bad-damn-such a good secretary for mr. jackson.."

ᢉ𐭩  ֹ . pervyboss!michael who makes you kneel all pretty in front of him while he comes in your mouth. his seed sweet and thick, maintaining his locked gaze as you swallow everything received. he pulls you up gently, index and thumb along your jawline as he smashes his lips against yours. your sweet lips mixed with a tinge of his semen. it was heavenly.

ᢉ𐭩  ֹ . pervyboss!michael who teases you at work ever since that night, mimicking your moaned words any time it was the two of you alone. he would occasionally pinch your rear, planting a small smack on your ass before pretending as if nothing happened. he became the tease.

"what? why aren't you answering the phones like i asked?" he would playfully smile, sticking his tongue out at you.

"sorry, mr. jackson." you frowned, exiting his office.

"attagirl."

i hope you loved reading this as much as i loved writing it lmao. sometimes i cannot fathom how this man never got panties thrown at him on stage because girll 😭 anyways, love you guys with all my heart!!

[hisgoodfish]

don't stop 'til you get enough

pairing - michael jackson x male!reader

era - thriller

warnings - smut, light exhibitionism (barely), needy horny michael, homoerotic homosexuality..........

request - you take michael's virginity and he can't get enough.

a/n - ty d for the request ;) always love when you send smth to my inbox u freak.

three nights ago in his hayvenhurst house, on his cloud-like mattress, wrapped up in his plush blankets, you took michael's virginity. it was electric.

you yourself have had sex before, twice, but it wasn't special. the first time was on a senior camping trip with your classmates when you were 18, in a cold tent with sleeping bags barely being able to warm the both of you. he was the same age as you, he sat next to you in your science class, real awkward and quiet. he was scrawny, unexperienced like yourself, and honestly? a bit off putting. he kept asking you to open the tent, something about how the night was perfect and they should see it together. it wasn't. it was dark and creepy, your campsite surrounded by tall trees with spiky leaves who's shadows looked like monsters. he was also... terrible at giving head. very toothy man.

the second time was a week after your 20th, with some meathead bear who's only interests was... god, you don't even remember. he barely asked you any questions about yourself, probably only there for sex just like you were. it was in his dingy little apartment with exposed pipes and water damage that crawled up the walls by the sink. he slept on a fucking mattress too, it was so bad you ended up leaving in the middle of the night. he was fine, but very rough. you didn't mind it, but it felt like all of his experience came from the stack of porn tapes he had next to his 'bed'. just no connection at all.

michael, however? he was different. he showed genuine interest in whatever you talked about. he bought you all your favourite things, your favourite snacks, movies, stuffed animals. he was perfect.

you met him at a toy store, buying presents for your cousins birthday. you cradled a large mickey mouse plush under your arm, and a tray of beads and string so the two of you could make matching bracelets. michael was there for that mickey mouse plushie. you could hear him two aisles down.

"bill! it's gone! mickey ain't here, man."

"you have enough disney stuff at home, why do you need another one?"

"you don't understand..."

you giggled at the hushed conversation. curiosity got the better of you, slowly approaching the aisle to see the commotion, and there you saw michael jackson.

he made eye contact with you, then the big mickey plush snug between your side and bicep. he started at it intently, mouth agape in a slight crooked smile.

"so he's the culprit." bill snickered under his breath, turning on his heel to look at the other toys.

you stuttered, placing the tray of beads on a shelf next to you, "mr. jackson, i- i think you need this more than me. my little cousin also has too much disney stuff." you chuckled, handing him the big mouse.

he appreciated the offer, but refused, saying that kids need a mickey mouse toy more than he did. the two of you talked for about 30 minutes and exchanged numbers, all because of your dashing charm. and michael was whipped out of his mind of the gorgeous man that stood before him.

kind of like 3 nights ago. a medley of a jazz song you couldn't place your finger on sung in the back, but could definitely place a finger somewhere else.

michael was so beautiful underneath you. his dark complexion looked like caramel under the light of his lamp. his hair was a bit disheveled, bits of it falling over his forehead and eyes, but it framed his lovely face so perfectly. those big doe eyes that looked up at you through heavy lids and long lashes. his mouth was wet and swollen from the long makeout session that led the two of you here.

moving in and out of him slowly at an agonising pace, making sure not to hurt him for his first time. not just with a man. first time with anybody.

he was all yours that night, big hands gliding down your back tracing the traps and lats that flexed to the beat of your hips thrusting, like your body was a symphony, and you were the conductor. his slender legs wrapped around your waist tightly to pull you in deeper to massage his prostate, which sent his eyes rolling into the back of his head, while such seductive yet pure whimpers rolled off his tongue.

the pain at first was excruciating, never having anything up his ass before, your cock was setting the bar so high it was it heaven. now he's obsessed with it, striving to feel that burn again.

it felt like since that night, he'd been trying to get you alone at every opportunity. studio recordings, cookouts, rehearsals, award shows. anywhere you went, his sex drive followed.

you thought he would milk you dry from the amount of times he fell to his knees and wrapped those pretty lips around you, or how many times he pulled you to the bathroom at an event, just so you could pull his pants down to fuck his brains out.

it was intense. nothing you couldn't handle, however. he was nice about it, considerate. if you said no, he'd immediately back off and apologise for his horny outbursts.

"sorry, y/n.. gettin' a bit carried away, huh?" he mumbled, bottom lip caught in his teeth. you would just laugh, kissing him on the forehead and replying, "it's okay, applehead. you just can't get enough of me."

but when you did agree to fuck him, even subtly. a raise of your eyebrow, a slight pull of the side of your smirk, or even a certain look would give him permission to lock the door.

it got really bad at an award show once. nothing big or glamorous, but michael was presenting that night to introduce other new artists. when he would come back to his seat, his hand would find the zipper of your pants under the table, and play with it absentmindedly - no. he knew what he was doing, he was just feigning innocence.

to the press, it seemed like the two of you were just good friends. roommates even! but behind closed doors, you'd bend him over a bathroom sink and shove two fingers into his mouth to keep him quiet.

"michael... you trying to rile me up?" you leaned into his ear, your voice low and coarse, eyes cautious of any cameras that may have gone past the two of you.

"what d'you mean, baby? i'm just watching the performance." he teased, his hand now palming you through your dress pants. he wasn't even looking at you, you could see his eyes behind his aviators watching the artist on stage shred a guitar solo. you shifted in your seat, and grabbed his wrist under the table. not tight enough to hurt him, but enough to give him a warning.

"you keep this up, i'm fucking you in front of all these celebrities. how'd you like that spread on the newspaper?" it wasn't like you were fed up with his antics, or becoming angry at him for making you horny at an event. no no. you were pent up. you didn't see him for the last 2 days because he was rehearsing for this award show, and you couldn't join him because of your own responsibilites.

you needed that release so bad, and you know he needed it 10 times more.

the rest of the night was a blur. a 2 long hour blur. the only thing you could recall was how hard you were, how much it hurt. every time michael went up on stage to present the next artist, you couldn't help but let your brain swarm with the thought of taking him right there in front of everyone. his smooth voice spoke into the microphone, the speakers amplifying his sweet tone. you were going insane.

by the time the two of you got home, you didn't waste any time pinning him against the wall, fidgeting with his belt buckle.

"baby.. god, someone's gonna see." he whined against your shoulder, hands finding their way under your button up, tracing your abs.

"let them. you can't tease me for two hours and think i'm not gonna deal with you where ever i want." your hand found a spot around his neck, squeezing carefully. his breath caught in his throat, little ragged moans pulling from his throat. your leg was between his, thigh pressing against his crotch. he grinded down against the fabric, eyes darting to different rooms to see if anyone was watching.

you let go of him, not letting him get his release. he looked at you with pleading eyes, needing your touch.

"go upstairs and undress. i'm gonna take a shower." you gave him a light kiss on the cheek, now heading towards the bathroom. you turned on your heel before saying, "and don't even think about touching yourself."

the second the bathroom door shut, michael ran straight up the spiral staircase, almost tripping over himself while he tried to take off his shoes and pants. he entered his room, slinging his tie off his neck and unbuttoning his dress shirt. he laid on his bed only his boxers. god he needed to touch himself right now.

he could hear the shower running downstairs, mind racing about how the droplets of water would cascade over your back, how sexy you looked with your hair wet and clinging to your neck he wanted to leave marks all over. the blood began to rush to his cock, which was straining against the fabric of his silk boxers.

he know he shouldn't have, how bad it was what he was about to do, but he needed this. after teasing you for 2 hours, dirty thoughts enveloped his brain the entire night.

his large hand found the hem of his underwear, sliding under it to massage himself. a shallow breath escaped his mouth, biting his lip to keep himself quiet. it felt so good to finally touch himself after the award show. you looked so good in an all black suit that clung to your figure tightly, that showcased your muscles underneath the velvet material.

he was so deep in masturbation, he didn't hear the shower shutting off, or the footsteps up the stairs, or the door creaking. he only stopped when you hummed a low "hmmm.."

his eyes shot open, staring up at his boyfriend with guilty puppy eyes. you walked up to him slowly, a towel hanging low on your hips, low enough to show that happy trail that led all the way down to what michael needed. your sharp v line looked so distinct in the low lights.

"thought i told you not to touch yourself, mikey. are you disobeying me?" you knelt on the edge of the bed, looking down at him. cold droplets of water fell from your wet hair onto his thighs. the contrast of them to his warm body made him whine softly under his breath.

"i- 'm sorry.." "no... you're not. it's almost like," you fiddled with the soft fabric that clung to your waist, pulling it off slowly, but not enough to satisfy him, "you wanted me to catch you like this?"

he gulped, feeling goosebumps travel over his skin. he shuddered, cock still resting in his hand, it twitched in his grasp like it had a mind of it's own. like it was thinking about what you were going to it.

he didn't speak, however, he just stared up at you, like he was trying to apologise with his gaze. he sat up on his elbows, shifting his weight so his hips were closer to you. he began to stroke himself cautiously, still chasing that high you interrupted earlier. that high he was chasing at the award show when he sat next to you and teased you relentlessly.

you tutted your tongue, shaking your head in disbelief. "you're lucky i'm as needy as you are right now. or else i would leave you here, begging me over the phone."

he whined at the thought of it, pumping his cock in the tight grip of his fist with the phone against his shoulder, listening to you speak dirty words through the receiver.

"please... y/n..." his movements grew more desperate, tiny beads of pre-cum trickling from the dark brown tip and down his slender fingers. you couldn't bare it, tearing the towel off your waist and lining yourself with his entrance.

"don't think i should prep you, hm? think i've stretched your pretty hole over the last few days, don't you think?" you towered over him, body casting a dark shadow over his slim frame.

he nodded his head in response, "mhm..! j's- please.. need this so bad, baby.."

the expression that washed over his face was so goddamn addicting. the way his brows furrowed to the sudden push of your cock against his hole, the way his mouth opened wide enough for you to shove two fingers in to keep him quiet, and how his back arched off the bed from the pain and pleasure that washed over him.

you fucked him at a fast pace, the sounds of skin slapping filled the room quickly. each time you thrusted, the water from your hair would fall onto his chest and his face. you leaned down to lick it up, leaving kisses in your wake.

he whimpered against your ear, his hand still fucking his cock. your tip pounded against his prostate which sent him over the edge.

"gonna- oh my... 'm gonna-"

"i know baby, me too.."

soon enough, michael came with a shout, hot white strings of cum painting his chest. you followed after, filling him up until a creamy white ring frothed around the base of your cock.

you collapsed on top of him, not daring to pull out of him.

"'m sorry about tonight... you just looked so handsome.. those tight pants weren't doin' you any favours." he laughed softly into your chest, kissing your pecs and collarbones.

"i think you just wanted me to fuck you, mike."

"obviously... 'think you've set the bar real high."

HIIIII i lowkey rushed this at the end SORRY i just needed to get it out :p anyway i hope u enjoy it, sorry i was so absent for a bit ! lowkey wanted to End my life but im fine now :] happy pride month fishies !

[rainbowglitterbunny]

[redribbonfawn]

I'm All Yours

summary: a perfect beach day with your sweet boyfriend should have ended in peace, but when his brothers’ usual teasing pushes Michael’s insecurities a little too far, you’re quick to remind him exactly where he stands ‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚.

warning: sexual themes, smut, 18+, jealousy, insecurity & slight mild emotional hurt, fluff, family teasing, slight possessiveness, shower sex, already an established relationship, maybe a bit of a breeding kink thrown in there lol

a/n: hope u like this cute lil story!!! i have been quite busy with work and moving apartments, so i tried to write this quickly in between the chaos, have a nice weekend everyone <3♡‧₊˚

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A comfortable silence settled inside the baby blue Cadillac as a sweet beach day slowly came to an end. The smoldering California heat was finally beginning to subside.

This was one of those rare days when your usually busy boyfriend had cleared his schedule completely — an entire day devoted to you.

The scent of sunscreen and coconut lingered on both your skin. Your hair was still damp with saltwater, beginning to dry into soft, messy waves. Your curls looked untamed and golden, lightened by the sun. A warm, sun-kissed glow had settled over your skin.

You'd had a wonderful day, and you were silently grateful Michael had brought his Polaroid camera to capture it all.

Maybe it was the excitement of a new relationship — or the fact that you hadn't seen your sweet, hardworking boyfriend in an entire week — but you couldn't help staying close to him in the back seat. Almost draped over him.

Your fingers remained intertwined, your head resting on his shoulder, both of your curls blending together in the lingering warmth.

You glanced up at him instinctively. He looked down at the same moment. A soft grin spread across both of your faces before he leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to your forehead.

You held his gaze for a moment longer — soft, loving, intense — his eyes catching the sunset so perfectly they looked like burning amber.

Your intimate moment came to a gentle halt as the car slowed to a stop. Sweet old Bill was probably tired of driving lovestruck youngsters around all day. Although he kept his distance and mainly handled pickups and drop-offs, he'd been around long enough to witness plenty of your softness together.

Bill adored Michael and you, of course — but sometimes the two of you were so in love it was basically a public service announcement, and he had no choice but to play third wheel.

"Finally home, lovebirds," the older man said, his brown eyes meeting yours in the rearview mirror.

You gave him a bright smile and a gentle pat on his shoulder. "Thank you, Bill."

The man was practically a Jackson family member himself, and you couldn't help but see him in a fatherly light sometimes. He had a soft spot in your heart.

Michael gave him a quick handshake of thanks through the leather seats before stepping out. He immediately reached back for your hand, helping you out of the car.

The midday heat had softened into something gentler. The air smelled faintly of jasmine blooming nearby.

You walked side by side toward the house when Michael slipped an arm around your waist.

"This has really been one of the best days I've had in a while," he said, looking at you with the most lovesick expression in his eyes. "My beautiful angel."

Something warm spread through your chest at his words, your smile softening as you looked back at him — like you still couldn't quite believe he was real sometimes.

"I love you, Mikey."

For a moment, his expression only deepened, like he was holding onto that sentence.

"I love you too, angel."

He squeezed your waist lightly before letting go as the front door came into view. He opened it slowly, and you both stepped inside.

Thankfully, most of the family members were out. The lack of cars outside confirmed it — except for a few.

Your suspicions were confirmed the moment loud commotion drifted in from the kitchen. You exchanged a quick look with Michael.

Ah yes — the sweet-talk trio.

Michael had always appreciated how much you liked his family, and they liked you just as much. But whenever even one of them was around — or all three together — it never took long before the teasing started. Words like foxy, sultry, and trouble were thrown around far too easily, always followed by jokes about how Michael had somehow "managed to land you" of all people.

Michael hated it more than he'd ever admit. Not because they were trying to be cruel — but because it always stirred something uncomfortable inside him. There was a trace of insecurity there, quiet and unspoken. Like he couldn't quite believe you were real — or that someone like you had chosen him at all.

You noticed it, even if he never said it aloud.

That's why you always called him pet names like pretty boy or angel face. Because to you, he wasn't just talent and charm and mystery — he was beauty itself. Soft. Rare. Irreplaceable. You just wished he could see it as easily as you did.

You walked into the kitchen hand in hand.

You were wearing a tiny denim halter dress that left little to the imagination, a gold pendant resting at your chest with a delicate "M" engraved into it — a gift from him, of course. On your feet were your wooden platform clogs, adding to your sun-drenched, effortless look. You looked like you had stepped straight out of a magazine.

Michael, however, could only look at you in awe — and slight nervousness. He already knew what was coming.

As soon as you rounded the corner, the three of them were there — Jackie, Marlon, and Jermaine sprawled around the kitchen island, lazily tossing a tiny basketball back and forth between them before they noticed the two of you.

Jackie spotted you first and let out a low whistle.

"Well, damn," he grinned, giving you a quick once-over. "Mike really let you leave the house dressed like that? Man's braver than me."

You rolled your eyes dramatically. "Ew."

Marlon immediately burst out laughing.

The flirting never really fazed you. They were Michael's brothers before they were anything else, and the idea of entertaining them like that was honestly almost funny to you. Besides, you knew it was all playful — none of them actually expected anything from it, and if anyone ever crossed a line, you would've made yourself perfectly clear.

Marlon laughed at your reaction, spinning the basketball on one finger before pointing toward the gold pendant around your neck.

"You see that 'M' around her neck, Jackie?" he said. "You ain't got a chance, brother." Then he looked at you with an exaggerated grin. "But me, however…" He placed a hand against his chest dramatically. "Now that's a different story, sweetheart."

You snorted. "Yeah right, Marlon."

Laughing softly, you tossed the beach towel in your hand at him, earning a loud cackle from the kitchen.

Michael, meanwhile, let out a long sigh. "Are y'all done now?" he muttered, already making his way toward the fridge.

Before anyone could answer, Jermaine cut in immediately, like he'd been waiting for his turn all along. He leaned back against the counter with a smirk.

"She trouble in that dress," he said casually. "Legs for days, all sun-kissed and pretty… got Mikey all lovesick." Michael shut the fridge door harder than necessary. Jermaine only grinned wider. "Bet he spent all day rubbin' sunscreen on your back and feedin' you grapes."

"Oh my God," you groaned, covering your face briefly. "You're just jealous he actually has somebody to rub sunscreen on."

The kitchen immediately erupted into loud whistles and dramatic "ooohs." Marlon nearly doubled over laughing while Jackie pointed at Jermaine like he'd just lost an argument.

You caught the small, half-proud smile tugging at Michael's lips before he reached for your hand again, pulling you closer against his side.

Jermaine noticed instantly. "Man, look at him," he laughed. "Holdin' her hand immediately like she gon' disappear." Michael's grip tightened slightly. "Our baby brother gone soft."

"Jermaine," Jackie warned through a grin.

But Jermaine kept going anyway. "You better keep an eye on her dressed like that, Mikey. Leave her alone for one second and somebody gon' steal her."

The kitchen went a little quieter after that. Marlon's grin faltered. Jackie shot Jermaine a look.

Michael's jaw tightened.

"I'm not soft," he snapped suddenly, voice sharper than before. "And y'all need to stop."

Marlon raised both hands innocently, already laughing again. "Ooh, he mad now."

That did it.

Michael dropped your hand, cheeks flushed deep with embarrassment and irritation, before turning on his heel and storming out of the kitchen without another word. His footsteps disappeared quickly down the hallway.

Your expression immediately fell. "Mikey — come on…"

Usually, the teasing was harmless, mainly done to get a reaction out of Michael more than anything else. And you always reminded him of the same thing: no one could ever steal you away from him. Still, you knew his brothers could be knuckleheads sometimes — and this time they'd pushed too far.

You slowly turned back toward the trio, disappointment written clearly across your face.

"I expected better from y'all," you said firmly, pointing directly at Marlon. "Especially you."

"Aw, c'mon —"

Before Jermaine could even defend himself, you launched the cold water bottle in your hand straight at him.

"That's assault!" Jermaine shouted between laughs, jerking his head out of the way just before the bottle flew past him.

You ignored him completely, already hurrying down the hallway after your poor boyfriend.

A loud bedroom door slam echoed upstairs.

You quickly made your way up the staircase before turning toward his room, a small breath leaving you as you pushed the door open.

Michael was sitting at the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees, head buried in his hands. Visibly upset.

"Mikey…"

He didn't answer at first. The teasing had gotten to him more than usual, stirring up all those quiet insecurities he always tried to bury.

You slowly approached him before stopping directly in front of where he sat. From this angle, you almost towered over him slightly. Gently, you reached down and held his colder cheek in your warmer hand, slowly rubbing circles across it.

"Hey," you said softly. "Talk to me."

Michael let out a frustrated breath. "They always do this."

You brushed your thumb across his cheek. "I know."

His gaze dropped to the floor. For a moment, he seemed unsure whether he wanted to say the next part out loud. Then he did.

"Sometimes I think they're right."

Your heart squeezed. "About what?"

Michael swallowed. "About you being too good for me."

The confession came out so quietly it almost hurt to hear. He let out a shaky breath, shaking his head like he already regretted saying it out loud.

"I mean… I see the way people look at you," he added softly. "You could have anybody. Anyone would be lucky to have you." He swallowed again. "I just… don't know why you picked me."

You immediately shook your head. "Oh, angel face."

His eyes finally lifted to yours.

"Michael, do you have any idea how ridiculous that sounds?"

A weak laugh escaped him. "I'm serious."

"So am I."

You threaded your fingers through his curls. "You're talented, kind, thoughtful, hardworking, beautiful — and somehow you still act surprised that I love you."

A faint blush spread across his cheeks. You smiled.

"Trust me, pretty boy. If anybody's lucky here, it's me."

The blush deepened immediately. He looked at you for a second longer than before, like he was trying to hold onto what you said.

Then you grinned. "Aaaand…" you continued, giving one of his curls a gentle tug and earning a quiet little huff from him, "you've got this wonderful singing voice, this crazy passion for everything you love, and the foxiest lady completely devoted to you."

"Aaaand…" you teased again as his face turned even redder, "one flash of that smile and I melt like ice cream in the sun."

"Baby…" he groaned, hiding his face in his hands.

You couldn't help but laugh with him, gently straddling his lap. You peeled his hands away from his flushed cheeks and cupped his face with both of yours, thumbs stroking tenderly.

"You're so pretty, Mikey," you murmured, affection thick in your voice. "You're mine… and I'm all yours."

Michael's breath hitched. The frustration in his eyes melted into something warmer, hungrier. He looked up at you like you were God's own gift — sun-kissed and glowing, somehow all his.

"You really mean that?" he whispered, voice low and rough around the edges.

"Every word."

You held his gaze for a moment longer, watching the way he seemed to soften under your words. Then you traced your thumb across his lower lip before slipping it gently into the warmth of his mouth.

He closed his eyes and sucked softly, almost in awe, his tongue brushing the glossy red of your nail. A faint flush rose to his cheeks almost immediately, his breath catching slightly as he looked at you again.

"And you know what, Mikey…?" you continued, voice dropping sweetly.

His lashes fluttered as he met your gaze, still a little dazed, before giving a slow shake of his head.

"I think you've been such a good boy today," you murmured, voice soft and steady. "Taking me to the beach… treating me like I'm heavenly and divine… and being so patient when your brothers tried to rile you up." A small pause. "I think you oughta be rewarded."

A soft hum vibrated against your thumb. You slowly pulled it from his lips with a quiet pop.

Michael let out a shaky exhale, already shifting beneath you like he couldn't wait another second.

You climbed off his lap, and he moved to follow like an eager puppy. Before he could fully stand, you placed a gentle hand on his chest and pushed him back down onto the bed, your fingers splayed warmly over his skin. His breath hitched at the contact.

"Uh uh, not yet, pretty boy," you murmured, smiling down at him. "You gotta watch me undress first."

"O-okay…" he whimpered, eyes wide and hazy with want as he stayed right where you put him.

You slipped off your chunky wooden clogs first, the illusion of being as tall as your boyfriend cracking immediately. Your red-manicured toes — matching your fingers — sank into the soft carpet. Michael watched with parted lips and that same reverent hunger, anticipation curling warmly in his stomach.

You reached behind your neck and untied the thick denim straps of your halter dress, then slowly peeled it down your body. As the fabric slipped over your chest, the cute polka-dot bikini came into view. Michael's breath caught sharply. You saw the way his swim trunks tented, his hand twitching desperately in his lap like he was aching for relief. A quiet, needy sound escaped him as he palmed himself through the thin fabric.

You paused with the dress right above your navel, giving him a teasing little pout.

"Angel… please," he breathed, looking absolutely devastated.

"That wasn't very good, was it, Mikey? I didn't say you could touch."

He could only stare at you in awe, eyes wide and shining with want.

You stepped closer, nearly between his spread knees, then continued sliding the dress down your hips until it pooled at your feet. You bent slowly to step out of it, your chest dipping right into his eye line, the delicate gold "M" pendant gleaming between your breasts in the golden sunlight.

As you straightened up again, you slowly reached behind your back and began untying the bikini top. You were so close to him now, barely inches away — close enough to hear the way he gulped.

No matter how many times you'd been intimate, Michael always reacted like this — like it was the first time he was seeing you bare, like he was falling in love with you all over again right in front of your eyes.

The bikini top slipped from your fingers and landed with a quiet thud on the floor. Michael's eyes were wide, dark with hunger and awe, drinking in the sight of you like you were something sacred.

He reached out with trembling hands, gently grasping the sides of your thighs before pressing his forehead against your stomach, breathing you in like he needed you to survive.

You couldn't help the soft giggle that escaped you. You threaded your fingers through his damp curls, tilting his face up gently.

"Wanna help me with the last piece, pretty boy?" you asked, voice low and sultry.

He looked up at you with the most loving, hungry expression — those big doe eyes full of adoration and want — and nodded almost shyly. "Y-yes," he breathed.

You guided his hands to the ties at your hips. His fingers were shaky with anticipation as he fumbled with the strings, but he eventually managed to pull them loose. The bikini bottoms slid down your legs and pooled at your feet, leaving you completely bare before him.

For a moment, Michael just stared, lips parted, like he couldn't quite believe his luck.

You gave him a soft, teasing smile before turning and walking slowly toward the bathroom, hips swaying gently. You paused at the doorway and glanced back over your shoulder with a playful pout.

"What? Aren't you gonna join me?"

You didn't wait for an answer — just stepped into the bathroom at a light, teasing pace and slipped into the shower, turning the water on and letting the warm spray fill the space with steam.

Behind you, you heard Michael scrambling to his feet, nearly tripping in his hurry. Clothes were shed in a clumsy rush, and then the shower curtain was yanked open. He stepped in without hesitation, pulling you into a hungry kiss the second the water hit his skin.

Your back met the cool tile wall as his body pressed against yours. You could feel how hard he was, flushed and aching, pressed warmly against your stomach. Heat pooled between your thighs at the contact.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers tangling in his wet curls as the hot water cascaded over both of you, drenching your hair and turning your curls into heavy, dripping strands.

Michael moaned softly into your mouth before trailing desperate, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw and down to your neck, like he couldn't get enough of you.

His hands slid down your body with that familiar mix of shyness and hunger, reverent even now. One slipped between your thighs, and you gasped as his long fingers gently stroked through your folds, teasing with careful devotion.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered against your neck, voice husky and full of awe, barely rising above the rush of water. "So wet already… I can't believe you're mine."

He eased one finger inside you, then another, curling them slowly while his thumb found your clit and began rubbing in gentle, devoted circles. Your hips bucked into his hand, and he let out a soft, shaky breath against your skin, pressing his forehead to your shoulder like he needed the contact to stay grounded.

"It's only you that makes me feel like this, Mikey…" you moaned, voice trembling. "The only ever."

He pulled back just enough to look at you. The warm water had flushed his face a deep rose, droplets clinging to his lashes and tracing luminous paths down his cheeks and jaw. In the soft golden light filtering into the shower, he looked almost ethereal — those wide brown eyes dark with want, his curls plastered wet against his forehead.

A slow, gorgeous smile broke across his face before you pulled him into a desperate kiss.

Every time you got close like this, the shy boy who blushed at the mere thought of intimacy seemed to melt away. In his place was someone bolder, more confident — someone not afraid to use his words and tell you exactly how much he wanted you. It never failed to make your knees weak.

"God, baby… you feel so perfect," he murmured through the kisses as his fingers pumped deeper, steadier. "So warm and tight around my fingers… My beautiful angel. Look at you, taking me so well."

You could only moan into his mouth, biting gently at his lower lip as pleasure coiled tighter in your belly. His thumb circled your clit with more pressure now — steady, relentless — while his fingers curled just right against that perfect spot inside you. The contrast between the quiet, blushing Michael everyone else saw and this version of him, here in the steam and golden light, sent heat flooding through your entire body.

"You're so gorgeous like this," he breathed, voice thick with emotion. "Moaning for me… all mine."

The pleasure built slowly, deliciously, your moans echoing softly against the tiled walls. But right before you tipped over the edge, you reached down and gently grabbed his wrist, stilling his hand.

Michael pulled back, breathing hard, eyes hazy with lust but flickering with that familiar thread of worry. The careful, gentlemanly side of him always surfaced at moments like this.

"Did I do something wrong, baby?" he asked softly, voice rough but tender.

You shook your head, still catching your breath. Without another word, you turned slowly in his arms and pressed your front against the cool tile wall. You arched your back and pushed back against him, feeling his hard cock nestle hot and heavy between your cheeks.

Glancing over your shoulder, voice needy and breathless, you said, "I need you so bad, Mikey… Please fuck me like this. From behind."

You could feel his heart hammering wildly against your back. His wide eyes went even wider — like a deer caught in headlights — surprise and desire warring across his flushed face. Even now, with the water streaming down his body and his obvious need throbbing against you, he hesitated. Always the gentleman, always worried you might feel like you had to do something bolder just for him.

"W-what…?" he stammered, hands settling lightly on your hips as if afraid to grip too tight. "Baby, you don't have to… I mean, if you want me to see your face —"

"Please, baby," you whispered, pushing back against him again, slow and deliberate. "I want you like this. I want to feel you deep."

That finally seemed to sink in. Michael let out a shaky exhale, almost a whimper, his breath warm against your wet shoulder.

"Oh lord… You're gonna be the death of me, pretty lady."

His voice was thick with both awe and lingering shyness, but his hands tightened on your hips with newfound, if still slightly tentative, confidence. A soft giggle escaped you, melting quickly into a moan as the thick head of his cock brushed against your slick folds, teasing you with slow, deliberate strokes while his breathing grew heavier against your skin.

Then he finally pushed in — slow, steady, and so deep you moaned into the cool tile. He stilled once he was fully seated, chest pressed flush to your back, clearly fighting for control. The feeling of him buried so deep inside you, stretching and filling you completely, made your head spin.

His hips began to move in deep, rolling thrusts — intimate, controlled, each one pressing right where you needed him most. Every push pulled soft, needy sounds from your throat as the steamy air danced across your bodies and the running water murmured steadily in the background.

All the while, he trailed tender, open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder and the curve of your neck — sweet and worshipful even as his thrusts grew deeper. Like he couldn't stop himself from loving you gently, even in the middle of this.

He angled his hips just right and stroked that sweet, devastating spot inside you again and again. Pleasure coiled tighter and tighter in your core.

You were breathless. The words spilled out raw and needy. "Mikey… please," you moaned, pushing back to meet his deep thrusts. "Fill me up… I want you to come inside me."

Michael's rhythm faltered for a moment, a shaky groan leaving him as his lips pressed another lingering kiss to your wet shoulder. You felt his cheeks burn hot against your skin.

"Y-yeah?" he breathed, voice husky and a little shy even as his hips started moving faster, driving deeper with every stroke. The words tumbled out suddenly, unfiltered. "You want me to put a baby in you, angel? Right here?"

He panicked for half a second after saying it — but your frantic nod chased the worry away.

"Please… I want it. I want you to fill me up."

He cursed softly under his breath — a rare, rough sound that sent chills racing down your spine. You'd never heard anything like that from his mouth before. He buried his face in your neck, trailing more kisses there as his thrusts grew more desperate, deep and purposeful, like he was determined to give you exactly what you'd asked for.

His hands tightened on your waist, one sliding down over your stomach and up the front of your body before carefully, gently pressing against your throat — not squeezing, just holding you close and steady. The other wandered lower, finding your clit and rubbing fast but controlled circles against your sensitive nub.

"Then take it, sweetheart," he whispered hotly against your ear between kisses, trembling. "Take everything I give you…"

The bold words, the steady deep rhythm of him pumping inside you, his skilled fingers, and those sweet lingering kisses along your shoulder all combined to pull loud moans from your throat. You couldn't hold them back, and neither of you cared if the rest of the house could hear. Secretly, Michael seemed to like it — the way you fell apart so loudly for him, proof that only he could make you feel like this.

Pleasure crashed over you first, deep and shuddering. Your body tightened around him as you moaned his name, waves of it rolling through you. Michael followed right after with a broken, shy groan, pressing as deep as he could go while he spilled inside you, giving you everything you'd begged for. He held you close, trembling against your back, still pressing soft kisses to your shoulder as the water continued to rain down warmly over you both.

After a long, hazy moment, he eased out of you carefully and turned you in his arms, pulling you against his wet chest. His chin rested on top of your head while his big hands stroked slow, sweet circles down your back.

"You okay, angel face?" he asked gently, voice hoarse and full of tender concern.

"More than okay," you whispered, smiling against his skin.

He pulled you into a tighter hug, holding you like you were something precious, then kissed you softly. One hand came up to stroke your cheek in gentle circles. His eyes met yours, warm and full of quiet wonder.

"I love you so much, my sweet girl."

You grinned up at him. "I love you, pretty boy."

You both laughed softly, the sound echoing lightly in the steamy shower. The mood shifted back to something sweet and playful as you continued washing each other — rubbing shampoo into his curls, him carefully running soapy hands over your sun-kissed skin, gently rinsing away the last traces of the beach day.

Before long, you couldn't resist. "I don't think you're gonna be hearing any more teasing or flirting from them for a long time now."

Michael let out an embarrassed laugh, cheeks burning hot again as understanding dawned. "Oh god…"

You just smiled back at him with a big grin, feeling warm and content.

This really had been one of the best days in a long while.

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WET | M.JACKSON

synopsis: despite being jermaine’s girlfriend, michael’s always had a huge crush on you. the infatuation only growing when you show up at his house in a skimpy bikini — giving him the most agonisingly hard cock he’s ever had. so, of course as the best big sister-in-law ever, you have to help him out!

warning; sexual themes, smut, 18+, sub!mike, cheating, age gap (not that much), soft dom!reader

Michael was sweating.

Maybe it was because of the blistering Californian sun.

Or maybe it was because of you.

Regardless, the way the sweat poured off his skin, trickling down the back of his neck, had him shivering despite the scorching sun that beat down on him.

You were tormentingly forbidden — something to, guiltily, stare at but never touch. Never have. Something that would bug Michael every chance he’d catch your eyes across the room, or when he’d let his gaze linger too long on your perfect frame, or when you brushed past him with that sickly sweet smile you always wore with a soft ‘’Scuse me, honey’. Something he’d be kept up at night pondering on.

Forbidden as you belonged to someone else.

That someone else being his brother.

Which made his private infatuation with you a million times worse — the shame lingering deep in his chest whenever he feels his heart jump whenever you grin at him.

But the guilt that often crept up his spine in an obvious crawl was eerily absent today — instead a familiar yet unaccustomed feeling loitered deep inside him. Michael couldn’t quite put his finger on it — he was certain he’d felt like this before when he looked at you, but it was clear he’d never acted on the feeling before.

It was something about the way that you laid oh so deliciously on the sun-lounger — legs crossed at the ankle, displaying your pedicured, white toenails glistening in the sun, skin a sun-kissed glow from the sunscreen you’d lathered on yourself, hair in a messy ponytail, eyes shielded in Armani sunglasses and a Pina Colada in hand. You were tanning — and it had Michael spiralling.

But, the best part? Your striking, baby-pink, string bikini.

The one that he knows his sister bought you for your birthday a mere few weeks ago, now deciding to bring it out for its first wear. Michael cursed the day you accepted that gift as he was now fighting the urge to let his cock twitch desperately in his swimming shorts at the sight of your exposed body — gawking at the way the condensation from the Pina Colada glass dripped down your manicured fingers, before dropping and sliding down the curve of your breast.

He shuffled uncomfortably on the sun-lounger next to you — trying his best to shift his shorts to display his achingly hard cock in a less obvious way. His eyes though, locked onto your glistening frame, your relaxed stance had him admiring the way you got comfortable — your fingers curled calmly by your sides, sometimes reaching up to twirl the string of your bikini bottoms between your manicured digits, or the way you sighed out loud every now and again, tongue darting out to wet your dry lips. Michael gawked at each movement — wondering whether you sighed that gracefully when you were tired, or whether it was a noise of content? Or was that the kind of noise you’d make as his fingers would slide over your skin, or whether it reached a higher octave when he’d slide his fingers insid—

“Michael, sweetie?”

Your sweet voice made him jump — his startled eyes now connecting with your sun-glasses clad ones, a playful smile on your face, “Would you be an angel and put some sunscreen on my back, honey?”

Michael took a stunned few seconds before he answered, lips parted in shock ever so slightly, “I—uh, sure. D-Do you not want me to grab Jermaine?”

He hated the way his chest tightened in envy at the mention of your boyfriend.

You sat up slowly, eyes never leaving his slim frame — his curls slightly frizzing up in the heat, smile deepening at the adorably innocent expression plastered on his face, “He ain’t out here, is he?”

Michael swallowed thickly, his eyes flicking to his brother, Jermaine, in the large pool that covered the backyard of Hayvenhurst, watching as he swam after his other brother, Marlon, before averting his gaze back to you, “‘Suppose not.”

“Then come over, baby, don’t want me to start burnin’, do ya?”

Michael sat up too, shuffling in a way that avoided his still hard cock to be concealed by his shorts, not leaving anytime soon after the casual nickname fell past your plump lips, before perching on the edge of his lounger.

“Atta boy.”

Michael sighed shakily, picking up the sunscreen lotion that laid beside your chair, flicking the cap open gently before squeezing a generous amount onto his clammy palms. You had already situated your bare back to face him, humming quietly to a song Michael recognised as one of his own, awaiting his touch.

You had no idea what you did to him — that’s what killed him most. You, humming away subconsciously to one of his songs, waiting patiently, half-naked, for him to rub lotion into your skin. Jesus.

Michael reached forward, a gentle, yet shaken, hand colliding softly with the leanness of your shoulders — his large hands beginning to lather the protective lotion into your skin. He tentatively avoided your bikini, to avoid staining the material in the grease of the lotion, but also knowing if he had to touch the very clothing that had him so antsy with desperation that it would definitely send him into tachycardia beyond rescue.

As he moved smoothly down your back, the cream now slicking your supple skin, he couldn’t help but admire the painfully obvious ink that clad your spine. He cleared his throat behind you — eyes never leaving the trail of flowers that bloomed in black, slightly faded, ink on your skin.

The artistic sentiment of your dainty tattoo had him pondering — mind trailing over to how different you were to him. You were older, closer in age to Jermaine and La Toya than you were him, oozed confidence like you were the most important person in the room, wore expensive, out-going, feminine outfits that always caught his eye whenever you’d visit the family home, had wit quicker than he’d ever seen and a flirtatious attitude that had him blushing every time you’d compliment him subtly.

You were polar opposites — he was shy, quiet, gentle and, some would say, insecure, despite his superstar persona. On the surface, he pretended he didn’t know why he was so infatuated with you — but, deep down he knew it was because you were something he couldn’t have, but so desperately wanted.

“Gone real quiet back there, Mr, you doin’ okay?”

Your voice dragged him out of his daydream once again, a blush creeping up onto his cheeks, “Sorry. Was just looking at your..thing.”

“My thing?” You laughed softly, “Funny way to describe my tattoo, honey.”

“Sorry, sorry.” Michael chuckled behind you, hands still moving gently against you, “Your tattoo, I mean. It’s very..different.”

“Good different I should hope. I had that done a few years ago.” You revealed, “Had some good reviews from it.”

Temptation crept up Michael’s neck at your alluding comment, the devil on his shoulder screaming at him to ask what you meant by such a sentence. He gave in. “What do you mean?”

You smirked, turning around to face him, “I’ll let you figure that out, sweetie. If not, ask your brother.”

Michael couldn’t hide the shy smile that curved up onto his lips, skin now flushed bright red at your sexual insinuation, “So cute.” You teased, reaching a hand around to pinch Michael’s rosy cheeks, giggling as his timidity.

Your casualness in regard to discussing such promiscuous acts and touching him so sweetly had his boyish crush on you flourishing — his hands trembling as they moved down to your lower back, now scarily close to your plump behind.

“Did it not hurt?” Michael questioned sincerely.

“Hm? Oh, no, not at all.” You spoke, “I like the pain.”

Oh, now that made him twitch — his bottom lip coming between his bottom teeth to steady himself at the way his cock throbbed achingly beneath his shorts, mind running away with itself at the thought of you enjoying pain.

“Hey, you two!” La Toya’s high-pitched voice filled both your ears, “Come in! We wanna play Chicken!”

You gasped, “Ooh, I love that game!” You stood quickly, missing the way your backside came in Michael’s full frontal vision, his eyes flashing open in shock, before turning around to face him, “Thanks, baby.” You whispered, squeezing his chin between your index finger and thumb, before strutting off towards the pool.

Michael couldn’t help himself but stare at the way your bikini bottoms had ridden up around your round ass, now curved between each cheek, displaying your plumpness to him perfectly.

“Lord.” He whispered to himself, rubbing his slicked up hands across his thighs, ridding himself of the lotion, before rising to his feet himself.

You slid into the pool gracefully — sighing as the cold temperature cooled your warm body, swimming towards the rest of group who formed a circle, awaiting the two of you. Michael climbed in after you, eyes locked on the way your tits bounced as you jumped across the length of the pool, barely being held down by the flimsy material of your bikini.

Michael watched from the edge of the pool as you let La Toya climb onto your shoulders, heart thumping as you laughed loudly while you attempted to keep her steady on top of you, before hopping towards Marlon who held Jermaine on his shoulders.

“You’re going down, baby.” Jermaine teased, eyeing his girl from his brother’s shoulders.

“Yeah, right, weakling. I know Toya’s gonna shove your sorry ass into that water, right, Toya?” You sassed back, missing the way Michael clenched his jaw at the causal flirtatious tone of both of your voices.

Michael watched from afar as you and his siblings played multiple rounds of Chicken — not caring to join in himself, just enjoying admiring you from across the pool, pretending as if his brother wasn’t there when he swam close to you or leant down to press a kiss to your cheek inbetween games.

“Hey, Mike! Your turn!”

Michael peered over at the group through his Aviators, who were all now staring at his relaxed frame.

“N-No, I’m good.”

“C’mon, Mikey, I’ll get on your shoulders and play Toya, how about that?”

The nickname you gave him hit him straight in the chest — heart now pounding in his throat. It’s almost like you knew, from the way you said it, that it had an effect on him.

“Okay.” Michael mumbled in defeat, moving through the water to join you.

“That’s my boy.”

Michael swallowed a groan that threatened to leave his lips — you were literally killing him with every word you spoke, his cock now painfully hard in his shorts.

Once he got to you, you slithered behind him, hopping from the edge of the pool and onto his shoulders, giggling as you settled against him. Michael swallowed as your thighs enclosed around his head, his shaking hands coming up to rest on your bare thighs — his head was reeling. He couldn’t help but let his mind fill him with the imagery that your clothed cunt was pressed up against the back of his neck — your clit practically rubbing against him as you got comfortable.

“Tighter, Michael. Don’t want me to fall now, do you?” You commanded, grabbing his hands and pressing them further into your skin, smiling as he tightened his grip, “That’s more like it, babe.”

God, he had to be a pervert the way his dick was jumping around in his briefs at every comment you made. You were turning him into a lustful man — something he strived to not be. But, he couldn’t help himself when you acted like that.

And you didn’t make it easy for him — not when you laced your manicured fingers through his ringlet curls, twirling them around one of your digits as you awaited for the game to begin. Michael let out a shaky breath he didn’t realise he was holding as Marlon called out ‘Aaand go!’

You squealed above him, your hands leaving the comfort of his hair to collide with La Toya’s — thrashing one another back and forth, giggling as you play-fought. Michael’s hands remained planted tightly on your wet thighs, doing exactly as you told him, trying to ignore the way the lower half of your body pressed further into the back of his head.

With a scream and a splash — you were pushed backwards, falling into the water, sliding off of Michael’s shoulders. Michael, ignoring La Toya’s squeal in delight at winning the childlike game, turned to face your submerged frame. Worry flashed in his heart at the possibility you may have hurt yourself falling so abruptly into the water — eyes flickering all over you underwater. His worry soon depleted at the sight of your elegant frame sliding out of the water, hands smoothing down your drenched hair, eyelashes fluttering the droplets away so beautifully his lips fell agape at the sight.

He couldn’t help but stare as you fully rose from the water, a playful smile creasing your lips — and your bikini strap fallen loosely down your arm.

“I—uh, um, your—“

Words failed Michael as he pointed sheepishly at the strap of your bikini, now teasingly revealing the curve of your right breast, falling dangerously down your chest to where one jump and your perky nipple would be free for him to see.

Another twitch!

You peered down at the astray strap, giggling out a breathy laugh as you shimmied it back up, before swimming close to him, “Thank you, sweetie.” You whispered, leaning up to press a soft, tantalising kiss to his damp cheek — only worsening the now painful boner he hid beneath the water.

You swam around him, unaware you’d left him speechless, congratulating La Toya for winning the game. Michael shut his eyes briefly — letting them flicker shut, gulping down his pride, as composed himself. He was surely a goner after this.

Sure you flirted with everyone, even making playful, promiscuous comments towards his sister’s, but you did it with him the most. Even more so than with your own boyfriend. He tried to pretend he didn’t notice it — but when you touched and teased him so often, it was becoming all he could focus on.

Michael rose out of the pool quickly, swift feet already dragging him halfway across the backyard before his name was called. He didn’t stop to turn around, just called out that he was ‘getting too hot’, continuing racing into the house before anyone could convince him otherwise, running up the stairs to the quiet of his bedroom.

His bedroom door slammed shut as he tripped over his own feet, scrambling to his bed, kicking off his shorts as he went. He couldn’t wait any longer — his cock was so hard from your relentless teasing that if he didn’t do something about it right now he was certain he was going to cry. He situated himself on his back, cock, now free from the confines of his damp swimming shorts, bobbed against the bare of his stomach, begging to be dealt with.

Michael’s eyes fluttered shut — hand hovering over his aching length, the fight between arousing relief or prolonged innocence battled in his head.

But, the sound of your sweet, loud laughter through his open bedroom window had him wrapping a firm first around the base.

A quiet gasp left his parted lips, eyes still squeezed shut as he stroked himself tantalisingly slowly — a whine bubbling in the back of his throat. His chest heaved, hips twitching as he bucked up into his own hand, pre-cum now drooling from the mauve tip of his stiffened cock — the relief he had been begging for all day now finally being washed over him.

The swift motions of his hand had his head falling back against the pillow — hips jerking upwards wildly, chasing his own hand as he fucked his palm like a mutt in heat, quiet little whines of pleasure filling the quiet room, along with a subtle yet equally as needy whimper of your name fell past his lips, only adding to the oozing drip of pre that fell from his swollen tip.

“Well, well, well, what do we have here?”

In his state of engrossed arousal, Michael hadn’t noticed your presence in the doorway to his bedroom — your half-naked frame leant against his doorframe, droplets of water from your soaking wet bikini, one that had him in the lustful trance in the first place, falling onto the plush of his carpet. He shot up from the mattress, now perched on the edge, both palms now shielding his obvious hard-on from you as if you hadn’t watched him stroke himself to you a mere few seconds ago.

“I—oh, God, I-I wasn’t, I—“

“You’re so sweet, Michael.”

Your words forced his furrowed eyebrows together in confusion — sweet? Sweet for fucking his hand while moaning his brother’s girlfriend’s name? Surely you must be mistaken?

You slithered into the room, shutting the door behind you and clicking the lock closed — a sound that had Michael’s heart thumping so loud in his head his ears rang. You turned to face him once more, a teasing smile plastered back onto your perfect face.

“What a treat you’ve blessed me with, baby.” You started, walking slowly towards him, your hair swaying behind, now fallen from your ponytail, “I just wanted to use your shower, honey, and I’m so glad I did.”

“I-I’m so sorry—“

“Hush, darling.” You whispered, finally approaching him with a finger to his lips, smirking at the way his trembling hands attempted to cover his bare cock between his legs. Your hand moved to cup his flushed cheek, “There’s nothing to be sorry about. It’s completely natural, sweet boy.”

“B-But, I-I said—“

“I know what you said, Michael.” Your voice as smooth as honey as your nimble fingers shuffled down his face to thumb his bottom lip, “I’m not angry at you, baby. I’m flattered, but also worried.”

“Worried?” He questioned, voice cracking as his frantic eyes never left your own, watching as you crouched in between his legs.

“Yeah, sweetie.” You comforted, your free hand now resting against the bare of his meaty thigh, smirk depending at the way he jumped, “Noticed how hard you were hours ago, baby. Must be so painful for my little Mikey, hm?”

“Oh, God.” Michael whined, embarrassment swarming his body, wanting nothing more than to cover his blushing face, but not wanting to reveal his slightly softening cock to you as you perched between him.

You giggled so sweetly despite the situation you were in, “Has it been painful, my baby?”

Michael attempted to ignore the way his cock began to harden underneath the grasp of his large hands at his referral as ‘your baby’. He gulped, breath hitching in his chest, before nodding meekly, face nestling into your palm innocently.

“Oh, angel.” You babied, your voice a sweet comfort to his embarrassed ears, now slightly hunched over as to make himself smaller in a situation where he felt so big and exposed, “Let me help you.”

Michael’s eyes shot open, “What?”

You smiled, lolling your head to the side, “I’ll make you feel so much better, sweet baby.”

“But, what about Jer—“

“Enough about him. He should be thankful he has a girl who wants to make his little brother so happy, hm?” You cut him off swiftly, your answers so reasonable yet so manipulative at the same time, going deaf upon his aroused ears, “What are big sister-in-laws for, huh, baby?”

Your smaller, more experienced hands enclosed around his own, tugging gently to move them away from imprisoning his cock — revelling in the way he whined bashfully, head turning the other way as his stiff dick sprung free. You sighed in admiration, eyes locked on the sheer length and girth of him — he was bigger than Jermaine despite the age and build difference in them, which only forced your eager mouth to salivate.

Your nimble hand wrapped around the base of him gently, sliding to your knees fully, as you gave him one languid stroke from shaft to tip. Michael whined so desperately it had you squeezing your thighs together at the sound of his arousal — a glob of pre-cum erupting from his flushed tip, drooling down your digits.

Michael couldn’t help but make the sweetest of noises as your plump lips, the one’s he’d been fantasising about since he met you, wrapped around the head of his cock — the feeling he’d once felt for you earlier, that he couldn’t place, crept up his spine.

Ah, so that was it.

Irrevocable, soul-destroying arousal.

He huffed, a whimper leaving his agape lips, now peering down at your frame beneath him — watching as you bobbed up and down his length, hand pumping him simultaneously at the base. Michael, never having had his dick sucked before, was still sincerely impressed with the way you managed to fit all of his cock down your greedy throat — moving your now free hand to squeeze his shaking thighs to provide him some comfort as your throat constricted around him, his tip punching the back of your throat so deliciously it had you gagging, and him gnawing on his bottom lip so hard he could taste blood to hold back his needy moans.

“T-This is s-so wrong.” He whimpered, hands bawled into fists at his sides, face contorted into one pure arousal.

You released off of him with a pop, hand continuing to pump him slowly, “But, you love it, don’t ya, angel?” You teased, pressed a gentle kiss to the head, revelling in the way he whined, “Just givin’ my sweet, baby brother-in-law a hand when he’s so het up ‘cuz of me.”

Michael groaned, eyebrow furrowing deeper into the crease of his forehead as you licked a stripe up the shaft of his cock, tracing the throbbing vein that adorned his length.

“Please.”

“Please, what, baby?”

“Please, I—I, I can’t—I need—Need more.”

You grinned, rising to your feet without a second thought at his submissive whines of need — reaching at your sides to pull at the strings of your bikini, letting the bottoms fall to the ground, revealing your perfect, slick pussy to his eager eyes.

A gentle yet commanding hand met his thumping chest, pushing him backwards onto the bed, letting his back hit the mattress before crawling up his slim frame. Michael’s exposed cock twitched and thrashed against his abdomen wildly as he watched you intently, awaiting your next move.

His breath caught in his throat as you straddled his hips, your bare pussy lips engulfed the girth of his hot cock — a strained squeak hitching in his mouth at the feeling of your warm sex against him.

“Have you done this before, Michael?” You questioned, your voice dropping an octave, now a sexy, teasing tone that had him suppressing another whimper, “Made love to a woman?”

Michael shook his head quickly, saliva moving slickly down his throat, ogling at the way you now reached behind your back, tugging the strings of your bikini top down — letting the flimsy material fall from your chest, exposing your perky tits to his enthusiastic eyes.

“Good.” You whispered, letting your hips move voluntarily against his own, the sleek of your cunt gliding against his manhood, meek whimpers leaving both of your lips, “I knew you were special, baby — hadn’t been ruined yet.”

Michael whimpered as you continued to rock back and forth against him, your stark naked body moving on him with experienced precision that had his head reeling — admiring the way you let your hands crawl up your body, now adorning glorious tan-lines, to cup your bouncing tits or rake through your hair. You were truly an angel that fell from heaven to bless him with your beauty.

“Touch me, Michael.” You coaxed, grasping his hands in your own to grab a handful of your pudgy hips, “Like I taught you earlier, remember? Don’t be afraid to hold me, sweet boy.” You leant down, breast pressed against his bare chest, nipples rolling against him, lips brushing against the shell of his ear, “I want to feel you everywhere.”

“Oh, Lord, please.”

Michael cursed the neediness in his voice as he tightened his grip on your hips, not enough to hurt you, but enough to make you aware of his burning desire to rid himself of the ache in his cock, now the hardest it’s ever been in his life.

“Shh, I got you, baby, it’s okay — I’ll make it all better.”

Your reassuring tone had Michael nodding hysterically — restless to feel better like you promised him so beautifully. Your hips lifted from his own, shushing him as he whined at the loss of touch. A tentative hand grasped the base of him once more, sliding the warm, oozing head between your slippery folds — sighing in content as he nudged your clit. You slicked him up with the essence of your lust — letting it drop down the length of him before lining him up to your willing entrance.

“Ready, baby?”

Michael couldn’t have nodded faster.

“Use your words, Michael. Need to hear my baby say how badly he wants to feel my pussy.”

“Please, god, please, baby, please — need it, need to—Ah!” Michael’s eyes rolled to the back of his head instantly with a gasp at the feeling of your clenching cunt wrapped around his virgin cock, only widening the smirk that clad your face.

You hummed in delight as you sank further and further down him — letting his thick cock stretch you open inch by inch, the burn you craved each time you fucked his brother now hitting you full force, the length you desired from a man now ramming you to the brim.

“So big, Mikey.” You sighed, a hand pressing against his chest to steady yourself, “So much bigger than Jer.”

“My goodness, baby, y-you’re killin’ me.” Michael admitted, catching his breath, doe eyes meeting your own, “Wanted this for so long.”

A breath of flattery left your lips as you rose all the way to the tip of his cock, and back down again, slamming your hips down onto his own, “You’re such a sweet boy, darling. My favourite brother in the whole family.”

Michael couldn’t contain the whines and groans that left him, hands now resting in the curve of your waist, following every calculated movement of your body as you bounced on his cock.

“Kiss.” Michael pleaded, eyes brimming with tears at the sheer volume of pleasuring stimulation he was experiencing, “Kiss me, please.”

Your heart, now fogged with blinding lust, ached at the innocence of him — even despite having the girl he was in love with riding his dick before him, he was still only desperate for a kiss.

You leant down, hand lacing into his curls once more, connecting your lips in a frantic, messy kiss, swallowing every noise that left his dirty throat. Michael’s tongue forced its way into your mouth — the hot muscle tangling with your own in a feverish dance that had your clit twitching against the pubic bone you ground it down onto. You broke away from the kiss to move down his face — the corner of his mouth, cheek, jawline, neck. And once you got there, you wasted no time in licking at the soft skin, basking in the salty taste of sweat on his sun-kissed flesh.

“Could eat you up all day, baby.” You whispered, sucking the sweet spot beneath his earlobe that had his hips bucking up into you, tip ramming against your cervix — hands tightening at your sides.

Sitting back up, not before pressing another kiss to Michael’s lips, you admired the sight beneath you — his puppy dog eyes clouded with lust, petering up at you in such admiration it had your heart bursting, his God-like body carved so perfectly you couldn’t help but rub your fingertips over each ridge of his abs, glistening in the sweat as the humid air in the bedroom increased, and his frizzed up curls now spread across the bed-sheets messily underneath him.

He looked so perfectly destroyable.

“Oh, God — I-I’m gonna—soon.”

Your hips ground down on him once more, continuing to rise and fall back down onto him — the slick of your pussy coating his cock in a sheen, a white, frothy ring of your juices forming at the base. As well as letting sweet, delicious moans of pleasure fall past your rosebud lips, you rolled your aching nub against the dense of his pubic bone — hitting his ears in such a way that had him throbbing inside you.

“Oh, Michael.”

The sound of his name leaving your lips, a scenario he was once imagining while he fucked his hand before you caught him in the act, had him moaning so loud, your hand came up to cover his ajar mouth.

“Gotta keep quiet, baby, or else I’ll have to stop,” You whispered, leaning down to lock eyes with the obedient boy beneath you, “Keep that mouth busy.”

Michael, set on pleasuring you in a way he was still figuring out, latched his mouth to the one thing he’d had his eye on since you arrived at his house — your tits. His puckered lips wrapped around your erect nipple — sucking sensually, soft sighs of content vibrating around the nub. Your back arched against him, tits now shoved into his face, not that he minded, his free hand from your waist, now cupping the lonely breast, fingers rolling the bud between his fingers.

Your erotic noises hit his ears in a way that had him buzzing with confidence — your eyes fixating on the way his tongue left your poised nipple to trace the newly forced tan-line around your breast.

“Fuck, Michael.” You gasped, jaw falling slack as your hips continued to grind against the rigid bone, stimulating your pulsating clitoris while Michael’s hands were busy, “‘Gonna fuckin’ cum on your cock, baby.”

“Mm, please,” Michael whined, his lips pulling from your tit, saliva connecting his lips to your swollen nipple in an erotic scene, “Wanna cum so bad, mama.”

Your head thrust back as you moaned — now succumbing to the pleasure that coursed through your veins, any ounce of dominance you once had now spilling away at the feeling of his tongue lapping at your nipple.

Michael, despite feeling guilty for not bringing the lady there before him, climaxed first — ropes and ropes of his fertile seed flooding your womb, whines only getting louder around the comfort of your breast, hands gripping around your waist tighter at the feeling of your cunt quivering around him.

“I love you, I love you, I love yo—Aah!” Was the only words that left Michael’s lips once he popped off your tit, a blush creeping up onto your cheeks at his admission.

You soon followed — one more roll of your clit against him and a suck against your breast had you orgasming around him so beautifully it left Michael speechless despite his own climax continuing. You looked so pretty like this — back arched, eyes rolled to the back of your head, cunt milking him for all he had to give, gorgeous little moans falling past your plump lips, as well as an ‘I love you too, Mikey’ that had him whining bashfully for the last time.

He felt as though any ounce of self-respect and maturity he had left in his body that threatened to fight his devotion and infatuation towards you had just been diminished to dust at the sight of you cumming around him.

You hummed in delight, flopping forward to lay tiredly on his chest — a hand tracing the definition of his peck, his cock still flush inside you, now softening, “Y’did such a good job, baby.” You whispered, tracing love hearts into his warm skin, “Do you feel better now?”

Despite the feeling of guilt that threatened to creep up his spine at the reminding thought that you still belonged to his brother, he pushed it to the back of his hazy mind, deciding the only acceptable and truthful answer was,

“Yes.” He breathed, “Thank you, mama.”

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[sweeterners]

to be sitting in mature era michael's lap with his glasses on while he reads to you

[sweeterners]

lowk hella need this rn 😞😞😞

[prettyangeliczz]

i’m gonna cum

[hcwait]

after hours 　　　　　　　　　　　　 　( michael jackson )

❛ michael jackson 𝑥 𝑓!reader ❜ ╱ requested.ᐟ michael taming his bratty girlfriend.

18+ mdni ➜ contains smut (it gets freaakyy) oral f!recieving, soft dom & possessive mature era!michael, domestic intimacy, very light bondage & emotionally intimate sex. also bambi mention because that is one of my favorite vintage disney films. 🥹 (im sorry this one is long yall)

tags: @whirlwindmarley & @anglfac

𝓉he bedroom was dimly lit when the two of you finally stumbled back into the penthouse after the event, the soft amber glow from the bedside lamps casting warm shadows across the room.

your heels had already been kicked off somewhere near the door the second you walked in.

michael loosened the tie around his neck with a tired sigh, shoulders finally relaxing now that the cameras and crowds were gone. his black suit still fit him unfairly well even half exhausted, locks slightly messy from running his hands through them all night.

meanwhile, you had changed almost immediately after getting home, now curled up near the end of the bed in one of his oversized shirts and tiny sleep shorts, legs crossed while you watched him from across the room with an obvious attitude still lingering on your face.

michael noticed instantly.

“what?” he asked knowingly, pulling the loosened tie from around his collar completely before tossing it onto the bed.

you looked away pettily. “nothing.”

he hummed softly like he didn’t believe you for a second.

“baby.” he said in a calming way.

“you always do this,” you muttered finally, arms crossing tighter over your chest. “every single time we go somewhere, it’s always people pulling you away from me.”

michael glanced at you through the mirror while undoing the first few buttons of his dress shirt slowly, too composed, which only irritated you more.

“i barely saw you all night,” you continued, already slipping deeper into your little fit. “everybody always wants something from you.”

he sighed quietly through his nose before turning to face you fully, leaning one shoulder against the dresser.

“you jealous?” he asked smoothly.

your eyebrows pinched together in irritation. “i am not jealous.”

that smug smile started pulling at his lips right away.

“mm,” he murmured. “sure sounds like it.”

you grabbed one of the pillows beside you and threw it at him without hesitation.

michael caught it easily against his chest, laughing quietly under his breath.

“you’re annoying.” you muttered, but he fired back quickly.

“and you’re spoiled.”

the room fell quiet for a second after that because he said it so casually, so knowingly. you knew you were absolutely spoiled but him saying it so surely almost felt like an insult.

your jaw dropped slightly while michael just stood there watching your reaction carefully, dark eyes heavy with amusement beneath the warm bedroom lighting.

“excuse me?” you narrowed your eyes at him. you were feisty, but it was something he adored. you didn’t take shit from anyone else except him.

“c’mon now,” he murmured, tossing the pillow back onto the bed. “actin’ up because i had to talk to people for a few hours?”

you rolled your eyes with exaggerated offense and turned away from him with a huff. “whatever.”

that was when michael started walking toward the bed slowly, loosening the cuffs of his sleeves as he moved. the teasing energy shifted almost instantly the closer he got.

“you done?” he said gentle but firm, voice lower now.

you shot him a look from where you sat against the pillows. “depends. you done bein’ annoying?”

that smirk widened slightly like he already knew exactly how this was going to end.

michael was patient in the worst way possible. never rushed you, never raised his voice. just stayed calm while you mouthed off, knowing eventually you’d end up melting into him anyway.

“c’mere,” he said softly as he sat down on the edge of the mattress, patting his thigh once.

you ignored him on purpose, reaching over toward the nightstand for your water instead.

big mistake because suddenly michael’s hand wrapped gently around your ankle, tugging you toward him across the mattress with embarrassing ease.

“michael—” you blurted in surprise as your breath caught in your chest. he’d never handled you like that before, you must’ve really gotten under his skin this time.

“nah,” he interrupted quietly, voice dropping lower as he pulled you between his knees. “been givin’ you too much freedom tonight, baby.”

the heat rushed straight to your face and he noticed immediately—of course he did.

his laugh was soft and sleepy, hands settling against your hips while he looked at you through tired eyes.

“there she is,” he murmured. “thought you were tough a second ago.”

you hated the way your stomach flipped at his tone, hated it even more because he knew exactly what he was doing.

“shut up.” you replied back, sharply.

that attitude of yours made one of his eyebrows cock upward. “yeah? i think i gotta teach you a lesson, young lady..”

you looked at him in confusion as he stood from the bed and grabbed his tie he had thrown on the bed earlier, “turn around.” he ordered.

you hesitated for a moment, not sure if he was serious, but oh, he was dead serious.

“turn around, and put your hands behind your back.” his tone was still calm, it just held a firmness that you’d only heard a few times.

“fine, officer.” you joked in a bratty tone but still obeyed and with a firm grip, he grabbed your wrists and tied them together with his tie.

“you think you’re so funny,” he pushed you down into the mattress, your ass now perched up in the air. a soft sigh escaping your lips which michael found amusing. “hope you keep that energy..”

he began to pull down your shorts at a slow pace, glancing at you every now and then to check on you.

“is this what my baby needed? hm?” he asked in a hushed tone as his hands ran down your thighs, his eyes stayed on your expressions. “my attention just on you.”

your face was turned toward him, your stomach fluttering as a familiar throb started in your core. his words, his touch, you were desperate for all of it. he didn’t like your lack of response though.

he placed a smack on your ass which caused a whine from your lips. “mhmm.” you hummed in response.

“words, angel, i need to you to use your words.” he rubbed the spot he had hit. your breathing got heavier as you got needier.

“yes-“ you struggled out, “yes it’s what i needed.”

his smirk returned to his lips as he watched you struggle. the confidence you once had now gone as you crumbled beneath him.

he placed kisses up your thighs, really anywhere but the place you were hoping he’d put his lips and it was making you antsy. you’d move your hips a bit impatiently and to that, michael would give the flesh on your hips a squeeze.

“gotta be patient, baby,” he muttered, giving your ass another smack. you huffed out another sigh against the mattress. any kind of disobedience was gone now, all your focus was on wanting him to just touch you, but you had to earn it after acting out.

after a few minutes of teasing your hole and softly kissing your folds, you were a wet and sticky mess. it nearly started to drip down your thigh. you bit into the sheets as you fought back your cries of desperation.

“what do you want, sweetie? cmon, tell me.” he said while he continued teasing.

you mumbled something into the fabric before turning onto your cheek again, “i need you..”

“to what, baby?”

you got shy when it came to using your words and michael knew that. when you went silent and struggled out a whine while his fingers played with your folds, he encouraged you with a kiss on your pussy.

“mmh- fuck me- please..” you begged out, a raspy chuckle left him.

“thank you… for being so patient for me, mama.” he said before licking a stripe from your clit to your glazed entrance. you couldn’t help but cry out a soft moan, the feeling of his tongue working against you, giving you a few sucks and kisses.

he gave your ass another smack, accompanying it with a squeeze while you were a whimpering mess for him, practically drooling onto the sheets, “i know, baby, i know.” he whispered.

he parted from you for a moment to undo the notches in his belt and pull it off, then undid his pants. your head was crooked to see him, he was undoing the tie that held your wrists together and with a swift motion he turned you to be positioned on your back.

“my pretty girl..” he smiled at your flushed cheeks.

“thank you.” you said low, all the attitude evaporated from you at this point. your bottom lip caught between your teeth as you watched him remove the rest of his clothing, pulling off his oversized shirt you had put on earlier. you propped up on your elbows to watch as he began to line his cock up at your entrance with one hand and grabbed your chin lightly to maintain eye contact with him. he pushed into you slowly, still mindfully trying to be gentle with his girl.

“oh…” you hummed out from the stretch of his length as your head fell back, the sensation being a bit painful at first but with a few thrusts it turned to pleasure. he moved in and out at a steady pace, the prettiest noises falling off his lips as he played with your boobs, massaging them and giving your nipples a slight pinch which caused you to cry out in bliss. your arousal made michael speed up, hitting it just a bit deeper—he knew exactly how to make you feel good.

he craved the way it felt as you squeezed around his cock. the way he was able to slide in and out so easily with help from your desperate wetness. how your hands gripped onto the defined muscles in his back that were definitely gonna be marked up in the morning.

“you’re doing so good, sweetheart,” he whined out, “taking me so well.” his thrusts getting harder and needier from the way your squishy walls sucked him in. he could’ve finished right then and there.

then, he grabbed the back of your thighs to push your legs further up, resting them on his shoulders now to hit even deeper.

“fuck- michael-“ you sobbed, you felt that familiar feeling in your lower abdomen that signaled you were close. he was the only person who knew exactly how to tame you—and it was this. the bed nearly felt like it was about to collapse by how much he was really giving it to you, but the immense pleasure clouded your brain from anything that wasn’t him. you were devoted to him and as he was to you, despite how much you liked to run your mouth.

just then, you felt his cock twitch inside of you. he separated your legs once again to be closer to you, placing a passionate and loving kiss on your lips. the kiss felt like a warm hug he’d been waiting to give you, like you were gonna slip away at any moment. you kissed back in the same way, your arms wrapping around his neck as you two were chest to chest now.

his pace only quickened as he allowed himself to now that he was closer in your presence, he felt he was able to come undone now. you both moaned desperately into each other’s mouths, sweat beading on his furrowed eyebrows as your fingers curled into the hair on the nape of his neck.

“i’m close baby-“ you warned him but he already knew as your pussy squeezed around him even more.

“me too- ah- don’t cum until i say-“ he demanded while his stance got sloppier which signified he was close too.

after a few painful moments of desperately trying to contain yourself, he finally signaled to you that you were able to finish.

“now mama- now.” his high pitched moans sang in your ears as he snapped his hips one more time before his pulsating member filled you up. you bit into his shoulder as you tightened around him one last time, both of you trembling through the aftermath together.

he stayed there for a minute as your chests heaved together. he finally looked down at you, wiping some damp hair from your face with a soft giggle. you bit your lip once again as your finger traced across your bite mark on his shoulder. his eyes shifted to it as well, the smile never leaving his face.

he hummed under his breath before finally pulling out and saying, “let’s get you into a bath.” and placed a kiss on your forehead.

and that he did, a warm bubble bath with lavender. he sat next to the tub before eventually joining you, embracing each other the entire time as you washed each other off. the night ended with sleepy cuddles in fresh linen sheets and bambi playing on the tv.

　　　 　　　 © original works by hcwait

[sweeterners]

no bc there's something about nanny being so present in the kids lives that make me emotional. like unknowingly or knowing, she becomes someone they actively seek outside of their father, calling for her names equally as much as they do for their daddy's when they fall or need assistance. someone who they want right when they wake up and when they go to bed. and michael can't ignore the notable gap whenever she's gone from the home. michael knew he was gone from the very first meeting, but he knew from a late chilly night with the oldest in dreamland that you were a gem when he came back to the living room to see blanket sprawled across your chest fast asleep and your own eyes fighting sleep.