i think mature!michael loves the intimacy of cock warning. like you're both cuddling each other or reading a book, just with his dick in your pussy. isn't that so lovely <3
req sent by ? anon : sending mature era! michael nudes on ur iphone and the quality is shit but he still be eating that shit up
â mature era!michael jacksonăđ„ăđ» black woc!reader â    â±Â  đ¶.list đ mdni . sending michael nudes . old man michael and his glasses . allusion to an age gap and a sugar daddy sugar baby arrangement along with the public not knowing abt them . mike being a perv in public . reader is spoiled n needy n bratty . â O.955k
michael has gotten used to you blowing up his phone. a string of text from you complaining that he's been too busy for you to photos of shopping bags with a text underneath it captioned ⯠"thanks baby!!!! xxx" ⯠to details about you day, like how you saw an adorable pomeranian this morning on your walk and know you have it set that you'd be the best dog mama ever. your neediness to captivate the entirety of his attention only worsens when he's away.
and with him across the country in new york for a charity event is no exception. the night has been a long one, one with countless speeches and donations, a moment of rest as the attendees are left to mingle with each other for the rest of the night. which left him seated at a round table with humanitarians and celebrities alike as they continue to pull conversation out of him to only get brisk replies or curt nods from him. and it leaves him thinking, regrettably so, that he should've listen to you when you had peeked over his shoulder when he got the invitation to the event that allowed him to bring a plus one. knowing that if you had been here the two of you would've been disappeared, a signature the two of you have adapted since your arrangement started. doing something far more entertaining for the both of you at the hotel that overlooks the city.
right on time his phone dings from where it's placed on the table. wasting no time to pick it up just for another ding to follow shortly after the other. suppressing a small smirk because he already knows it's you, you always have a way of knowing when he's thinking about you.
a hand coming up to fiddle with the inside of his suit coat to pull out his glasses and place them on the bridge of his nose before swiping into the device. large finger pressing on the messaging app and then your contact name just to be met with the breathtaking sight of your breast on his screen. his eyes beyond his glasses widening and mouth falling agap. staring at his screen for far too long, eyes tracing over the plumpness of your breast as his hand's grip around his phone tightens at the thought of how soft and pliable you are.
a group of people at a near by table snaps him out of his trance as their laughs reach every corner of the ballroom. licking his lips and straightening his back, not realizing that he had subconsciously slouched to conceal the beauty on his screen for just himself. his hand coming up to rub at his mouth, looking over both of his shoulders before turning back to ogle at what you sent him, but now pulling the phone closer to his face.
your manicured hand (curtsy of michael's pocket) lightly rest on the side of one of your breast as your arm props them up, making them look somehow more enticing than they already are. biting his lips as his eyes train in on your nipples, your areola's are a darker brown and your nipples are pebbled. the thoughts in his head become raunchier as he envisions if you pinched and rolled them or if you worked yourself up so much that they peaked on their own. either way it has him shifting in the uncomfortable chair and heart racing at the adrenaline from viewing such a thing in public, let alone a charity event. his free hand that lays on his thigh is now pinching at the expensive material of his suit slacks just at the same way he pinches at your nipples when he's turning you into a withering begging mess.
and somehow the fuzziness of the picture makes it better, making it seem more heaven sent. he wishes he could save it like the way you've shown him a few times, but every time he tries something always ends up going wrong, so he settles on waiting when he returns home to have you do so (after ravishing for being such a needy mess for him to send him such a lewd photo just to get his attention) not yet so accustomed to the new technology.
only then does his eyes trail down to the message below the photo ⯠"missing you :-( come home now" ⯠chuckling at the message because of course you, only you, the brat that you are would demand for him to come home not even twenty four hours since his departure. but luckily for you the trip isn't a long one and he will be home just in time before tomorrow night.
it takes a few moments for him to type out a response, muttering under his breath as he keeps having to hit the backspace button just to accidentally his the wrong button on the small device. but eventually he gets there ⯠"Such a demanding request, Pretty. No please?" ⯠he could be nicer since he's technically the one who made you such a spoiled brat, but he's in the position now to toy with you a little bit.
and as expected his phone rings and he lets it, but instead of placing it back on the table he places it into the pockets inside of his jacket right over his heart. the man beside him speaks up. "hey, mike. you gonna answer that?"
"no, she can wait," he answers coolly before engaging in the quiet discourse at the table. leaving the man confused on whether he referred to his phone a she or the person on the other side calling him as the she.
Summary: your boyfriend begs you to have anal but knows jack shit about the act. Much to your surprise and pleasure, his dad steps up and teaches him. By example.
Tw: +18, mdni, smut, age gap, soft!Joel, consent king Joel, reader calls him Mr Miller bc sheâs respectful and bc itâs hotttt, size kink, competency kink, pussy/ass fingering (different fingers ofc), cuckolding, ass play, rimming, anal, lots of lube, f!masturbation, creampie, praise kink.
Word count: 5,4k
A/n: I think this is the porn-iest story Iâve ever written ahah Itâs very depraved but also sweet in some places. I had a blast working on it and I hope youâll like the resultâ„ïž Soft Joel kisses to @milla-frenchy for beta-ingđ Dividers by @/saradika-graphics đEnjoy, my lovely freaksđ
MASTERLIST
âNumber one rule of anal sex is âNo rushâ,â Mr Miller says to his son. The older man is sitting by your side, his hands gently kneading your naked asscheeks. You hold your breath when he spreads the globes of your flesh and exposes your pussy slit and butthole. Both entrances clench.
Youâve been going out with Jack Miller for almost a year and you know his dad Joel relatively well. Heâs single, works as a contractor, loves spending his free time playing the guitar, woodworking, watching old action movies and going to the bar with his brother Tommy. What you havenât known before tonight is how good his fingers feel when he pushes them into your asshole. But letâs not get ahead of ourselves.
It all started with an argument. Jack was getting on your nerves, begging you to have anal.
âCâmon, baby,â he said, clinging to you like an annoying lap dog. He had just fingered you as a foreplay so you were sweaty and sleepy, lying naked on his bed. As always it had taken him too long. He had trouble finding the right rhythm and the right angle like heâd never touched your pussy before. While he was fiddling with your lady parts, a slideshow of your favorite porno scenes was playing on a loop behind your tightly closed eyes until finally you reached an underwhelming orgasm.
Probably relying on endorphins clouding your judgement, Jack began his anal pitch. He was promising you heavenly pleasure and an unforgettable experience, mostly turning himself on - a pole was proudly tenting his sweatpants.
Despite the passion in his voice, you were adamant in your decision. Youâd never done it with anyone before and doubted that Jack was experienced enough to show you a wonderful world of anal.
âItâs not that simple, Jack! Jerking off to anal porn is not enough! What if you hurt me! You need to educate yourself first. You need to know⊠stuff.â You pulled the cover over your naked breasts and crossed your arms.
âWhat stuff?â Jack frowned.
âExactly!â
You stared at the ceiling, contemplating getting dressed and going home. You were sure he wouldnât let it go. And he didnât.
âIâll be careful, I promise. Just a tip first, you wonât even feel it. Iâll be super slow and then bam! Iâm inside.â
BAM! No one in the history of mankind wanted to hear Bam! and their ass in the same sentence. So you shook your head and gave Jack an alternative,
âWhy donât you fuck my pussy?â
Jack palmed his clothed boner with interest but then shook his head, doubling down.
âBaby, pleaseeeeee..â
Nothing extraordinary would have happened if Jack hadnât kept nagging and whining, pleading you to give him your butt. You kept saying ânoâ, he kept begging. It got so annoying that you decided to leave but before you sat up there was a loud knock on the bedroom door.
âDad,â Jack grumbled and got up. He adjusted his hard cock and you pulled the bed cover higher, covering your chest.
âWhatâs up, dad?â Jack said, annoyed by the interruption.
âCan I âŠ?â Mr Miller stepped into the bedroom. You swallowed loudly. It was weird to be completely naked under the sheet in front of your boyfriendâs father.
âSorry for intrudinâ, sweetheart,â he said, turning to you and then to his son. âJack, I canât listen to it no more! Donât you get what sheâs sayinâ?â
âDad, what the hell?â Jackâs cheeks grew red, he was shifting on his bare feet, throwing nervous glances at you. And you definitely shared his confusion.
âI wasnât eavesdroppinâ I swear. These fuckin walls are cardboard thin. You were whininâ like a little bitch, son. Sorry, sweetheart,â Mr Miller apologized to you again and then said the words that youâd never expected to hear from your boyfriendâs dad.
âLet me teach you anal.â
Jack was shocked and embarrassed. He was gawking at his dad with widened eyes while the older man was standing by the bed, towering over his son, feet planted firmly on the ground. He kept saying that he only wanted to help, gesturing with his big hands. To your surprise you immediately pictured those hands on your naked body.
You wondered how Mr Miller would teach you. Maybe heâd watch Jack and you, guiding you both, giving advice, or maybe heâd take matters (your ass) into his own hands. Those huge veiny hands. The thought made your core pucker and while Jack was asking his dad to leave, saying that he lost his mind, you pressed your thighs together under the cover, trying to alleviate the ache in your pussy.
âI couldnât hear the TV, Jack! Only your pathetic attempts to put it in her ass. Sorry, baby,â Mr Miller looked at you, his hands raised palms to you.
âDonât call her that,â Jack grumbled. He looked and sounded like a boy who didnât want to share his toy truck.
ââK,â his father nodded and turned at you. âJusâ wanna help.â
He dropped his hands by his sides, his sad puppy eyes moving from his son and to you and back. Your heart swelled. Your pussy throbbed.
âOk,â you said, surprising your boyfriend and yourself. Jack gawked at you.
âWhat do you mean âokâ?!â
âYou want to have anal, yeah? But you got no clue what to do, donât even lie, Jack! Let your dad teach us.â
Thatâs how you ended up in a position you couldnât imagine being in your wildest dreams â lying naked on your front, your legs spread, your boyfriend's dad playing with your butt.
âHelp âer relax,â Mr Miller says to his son, his voice soft and soothing, his tone casual as if heâs teaching Jack how to fix a lawn mower. Your boyfriend is seated in a gaming chair a foot away from the bed, his arms crossed, eyes narrowed. When his gaze meets yours, you quickly look away. He doesnât seem pleased, rather mortified. Whatever. You always thought that Mr Miller was hot, in a rugged and dilf-y way.
Once you had a dream about blowing him in their kitchen, your mouth full of his fat cock, his fingers tight in your hair, no Jack and his cuck gaming chair in sight.
âDraw âer a nice bath, give âer a massage, somethinâ like that,â Joel says as his calloused palm glides up and down the back of your thigh. Youâre one big goosebump, his touch is electrifying.
âNo harsh movements.â He carefully pushes on your inner thigh until you bend up your leg. Your hips open and slightly rise off the bed. âShe needs to be pliant, ready to take you in her most vulnerable place.â
Jack swallows hard. Your cheek is resting on the pillow, your head turned away from Mr Miller, but you are seeing him perfectly in the wardrobe mirror that stands lengthwise the bed. Heâs wearing his usual flannel, sleeves rolled up, and dark blue jeans. Itâs not his home clothes and you wonder if he dressed like this for you.
Mr Millerâs salt and pepper locks curl up at the nape, he needs a haircut, but you like his hair longer. You imagine running your fingers through his curls, tugging on them while heâs plowing your wet needy âŠ
âAre you comfortable, sweetie?â Joel interrupts your dirty daydream with a question, his voice soft and raspy. It could have lulled you to sleep if not for a finger that grazes your butthole, making you flinch.
âUh-huh.â You donât sound too sure.
âWeâll get there,â he says with a little smile and adds, âTogether.â
While youâre slowly melting into the bedsheets from his gentle tone, Mr Miller turns to Jack.
âAnother important thing is lubrication. You have some?â
It looks like Jackâs using all his energy to dissociate at the moment thus he misses the question.
âHuh?â
âLube? You have it or I need to go get mine?â
You widen your eyes, picturing Mr Miller squirt lube on some lucky lady in his master bedroom. And to think you considered him almost celibate!
Your boyfriend blinks a few times, then gets up. You hear him rummaging through a mess in his nightstand drawer, mumbling the word âcrazyâ before he throws a little bottle on the bed and returns to his chair.
âIt should be warm,â Joel says, rolling it between his wide palms.
âMay I?â His reflection points at your ass in the mirror and you nod with a quiet âyesâ. Mr Miller opens the lid with teeth and moves your left asscheek to the side for better access.
âOh!â You gasp when a slight cold glob of lube lands on your tight ring.
âBit more.â Joel adds another squirt and then starts spreading the liquid around your ring with a tip of his finger.
âAhhhh,â you whimper and bite your tongue immediately. Jackâs chair creaks.
âFeels good?â When Joel asks you the question you donât see a point in lying so you say âyeah.â Wet arousal pools in your core, itâs a matter of minutes before it slides out of your hole and reveals how insanely horny Mr Miller is making you.
âWeâre just startinâ and look at her response,â Joel says with pride in his velvet voice while his finger is slowly drawing circles over your asshole. âSheâs enjoyinâ it. Even if we stop now sheâll remember the act as something pleasant.â
âMaybe we should,â Jack mutters but neither Joel nor you pay it any attention. Hot flames are licking at your core, the ache in your pussy growing so fast, you roll your hips against the bed, searching for friction.
Adding gasoline to your horny fire is the sight in the mirror in front of you â Joelâs sexy hand moving rhythmically over your ass, his plush lips slightly parted, his dark eyes focused on your puckered hole.
Mr Miller lowers his voice and asks, âGrowinâ needy?â
Your eyes lock in the mirror. Fuck! A hot flash burns your lower belly when his black pupils meet yours. Sparks flying, gazes drawn to each other for a few long seconds, promising pleasure and trouble. The intense eye contact does something to you, drowns you in an ocean of lust, pulls you so deep you panic and hastily flick your eyes to your boyfriend who seems very pale.
âSweetheart,â Joel calls you as if hating to share your attention with his son. You hum but donât look at him.
âDo you give your permission for the next step? To open you up I need to eat your ass. Is that alright?â
âNo!â
âYes!â
Both you and Jack answer but you are the one calling the shots.
âYes!â You repeat louder and raise your brows at Jack. Your boyfriend lets out a defeated sigh and drops his head.
âGood,â Joel says and gives your butt a light pat before cupping both asscheeks and spreading them apart. Cold air laps at your holes and you shiver. Joel smiles, probably noticing goosebumps on your skin.
âWeâll start slow.â In the mirror you watch him unhinge his jaw, stick his tongue out and lower his head.
You gasp when Mr Miller slowly licks your tight butthole. âOh my God!â
Joel chuckles and repeats the depraved action. Soon heâs licking your asshole gingerly, his fingers digging into your flesh with passion. Youâre softly moaning, your eyes are rolling to the back of your head. Youâve never had your ass eaten and the sensation is incredible. You wish heâd get lower and take care of your leaking pussy but fuckkk you can come just from Mr Millerâs tongue dancing over your little butthole. So when he parts from your ass, your needy whine rings in the room.
âIâll be right back, sweetie.â
His wet lips are curled up at the corners, pride sparkling in his blown out eyes, Joel glances back at his son and announces,
âNow we gonna start openinâ her up with a tongue.â Your breathing hitches. You donât see Jackâs expression because you canât tear your eyes off Mr Miller in the mirror. âGently push the tip inside her just soâ â Joel leans down and his hot tongue prods at your ring, your mouth forms an O as you moan.
Joel mutters, âSlowly go in,â then his head begins moving up and down while his tongue slides into your ass deeper with every bop. Heâs salivating onto your crack, the wetness dripping down to your pussy, covering your folds with the warm spit.
You are losing your mind over how amazing it feels, meanwhile Joel alternates between licking your ring and tongue-fucking it for what seems like hours or so you wish. His lewd slurping fills the room and mixes with your soft noises. You apply all your willpower to stop yourself from moaning like a whore out of respect for your boyfriend who is now sitting with his legs crossed, probably hard but too shocked to accept it.
âHow you feelinâ, baby?â Joel asks, licking his spit-covered lips.
âSâso good, Mr Miller,â you stutter, staring at him in the mirror with your half lidded eyes.
âSee, sheâs already gapinâ a little,â Joel says, showing your asshole to Jack.
âHm-m,â Jack hums, his brows furrowed, his suspicious gaze trained on your ecstatic face.
âNow letâs add a finger.â
You squeak like a little mouse and your holes clench. Joel notices.
âHey, donât be scared, babygirl. Youâre open nicely now. And Iâm gonna be gentle, yeah?â
âOk,â you reply and hold your breath.
âNuh-uh. None of that. You should be breathinâ, sweetheart.â He puts his warm heavy palm on your back, between your shoulder blades and rubs it up and down, giving you a rhythm.
âInâ outâinâ out.â
You follow his direction and soon your muscles relax, your eyes flutter close, your jaws unclench. It seems like your body is seeping into the mattress.
âIâm puttinâ one finger in.â
His voice is so quiet you barely register his words, barely notice his finger going inside your ass, miss a slight burn of the stretch, thatâs how serene you are feeling.
When you finally open your eyes you see Mr Millerâs reflection thrusting his index finger in and out of your butthole, his eyes on your ring, his lip between his teeth.
âWow,â you mutter, in awe of the hot sight and the new sensation. All your holes clench again and again, your pussy pushing your generous slick out and you catch yourself wanting Joel to fuck you.
"Another finger? Is that alright, sweetie?" With your heart pounding in your ears, Joel's raspy voice seems both close and far. You nod and mumble a shaky 'yes' before he inserts a second digit into your lubed up asshole. You moan, Joel growls, both at the same time. Your boyfriend curses under his breath.
"Hooooooly hell," you exhale against the pillow, clenching bedsheets with your clammy palms while Joel's scissoring your tight ring open. "This ⊠it's amazing."
Joel pulls his fingers out of you and chuckles yet it comes out strained. You know it takes everything from him not to whip his cock out and fuck you right now. Jack seems to feel it, too.
"Dad, maybe that's enough?"
"No."
"No!"
Your yell drowns out Joel's reply. Your cheeks burning, lust clouding your mind and overtaking your body, you lift your head off the bed and glare at Jack.
"Mr Miller needs to... we need to learn what to do next. Right?"
Jack crosses his arms, his lower lip sticking out.
Completely disregarding his son's suggestion to stop, Joel nods at you and asks Jack as if it's some depraved sex ed class.
"She's nice and ready now. What's next?"
Jack blinks at his dad, a mixture of frustration and confusion plastered on his face. He shrugs. "I fuck her."
"Wrong!" Joel sits up straight and gives him a disappointed look. "Son, the most important thing about anal is consent."
You drop your head back on the pillow and nod with the 'obviously' expression meanwhile Joel continues.
"Even after you did all the necessary prep, you ask her again. And if she says 'no', you stop! Got it?"
You watch Joel in the mirror, his bushy brows furrowed, two obsidian eyes piercing Jack. He's not fucking around.
"Yeah."
"Huh?"
"Yes, sir," Jack mumbles. He looks so pitiful now you get scared of your pussy turning into the Sahara so you hastily move your eyes to the mirror with Joel's reflection in it.
You watch and feel your boyfriend's dad lean down to you. His hot breath fans your naked back, sending chills down your spine, as he asks,
"Can I fuck your ass now, baby?"
Your voice is wanton and needy, you're almost drooling onto the bed, as you reply,
"Yes, Mr Miller. But..?â
âYes, sweetie?â
âCan I be on my back?â
Joel kisses your shoulder and coos,
âSure thing.â
Your body buzzing with want, you slowly and awkwardly roll over. Your exposed tits jiggle as you get comfortable and Joel takes you inâ your puffy pussy, your heaving belly, your nipples hard as diamonds, desire plastered on your face.
Jack nervously clears his throat and leaves his cuck chair.
âYou ainât really doing it, right?â
Youâre not sure if heâs talking to you or his dad but Joel is the one who answers,
âIâm teachinâ you two. And this is the most crucial part. You wanna go in now and ruin all the progress?â
Jack closes and opens his mouth, but when you shake your head at his attempt to intervene, your boyfriend plops back in the chair, looking gobsmacked.
âThis is insane,â he murmurs and you have to agree. Youâre feeling insanely good.
With a nonchalant expression on his flushed face Joel grabs a pillow.
âRaise your hips for me, baby.â
You do what he asks and he quickly places it under your butt. When your hips are raised Joel hums in approval.
âGrab your knees for me, please.â
Like an obedient student you do it immediately.
âThatâs it. Good girl.â
His praise, his scent - manly and dizzying, his warm smile, his obsidian eyes set between your thighs â all of it makes your blooming pussy contract and a drop of clear slick beads at your entrance.
Joel smirks, his dark gaze darts to yours and then back to your leaky hole. He opens his mouth but words die on his lips.
Instead he takes a sharp breath and climbs on the bed, grunting. With your body trembling in anticipation you watch Mr Miller kneel by your propped up butt, unzip his jeans, his back now to his son.
Just for your hungry eyes, he pulls his cock out. Big, veiny, hard as steel fuck machine. Hnggg!
You clench your jaws, killing a moan that rises in your throat from the sight of his manhood. You see a drop of precum on the slit and your mouth waters.
âNeed more lube.â Joel squirts a generous amount on his hand and then strokes his cock spreading the liquid.
You squirm on the bed, fear and excitement coursing through your veins. He wants to stick that huge thing where?!
Joel seems to read the worry on your face. With one hand around the base of his stiff shaft, he brings the other to your knee and gives it a light squeeze.
âIf you want me to stop I will.â
You donât reply, just stare up at him, fear and desire playing tug-of-war in your heart.
âSee?â Joel gets his sonâs attention but doesnât look away from you. âThis sweet thing is unsure but sheâs beinâ brave and doesnât stop me.â
Jack sighs with relief from behind Joelâs broad body. He probably hopes that youâve changed your mind.
Then the older man addresses you.
âYou donât have to be brave for me or anyone else, ok?â You hum while warmth spreads in your belly, reaches your clit and makes it throb. You open your mouth but words donât come out. Joel gives you a knowing smile and offers,
âHow âbout I open you up again with my fingers? Two steps forward, one step back.â
Jackâs chair creaks unhappily when you breathe out, âYes, please.â
Joel gives you a curt nod and sits on his heels, his cock still hard and waiting. His strong hand circles around the back of your thigh as he keeps it steady for you.
Jackâs view is blocked by Joel so he doesnât see when his dad traces your pussy hole with his fingers and brings the wetness down to your ring. His eyes dart up to yours just for a second, you see lust and mischief there.
âAlright, here we go,â he mumbles to himself, easing two lubed up fingers inside you. This time you take them easily, dull pain of the stretch is present but also welcomed. You moan.
Mr Miller closely watches your face twisting with pleasure while his fingers are fucking your butt. You watch him back, suddenly swept by a feeling so strong, you forget how to breathe for a second. There's no one else in the room, in the whole world, only you and this big older man, giving you an unforgettable experience, filling the hole thatâs never been filled and you donât want it to end, hate for him to stop. Stop giving, taking, watching you melt for him.
Ahhhh! A scorching heat floods your belly and hits you like a tsunami. Your core walls clench once, twice, your head digs into the pillow underneath, your eyes close and a loud moan slips out of your mouth. Youâre shaking and crying ecstatic tears, your ass squeezing Joelâs thick digits, your pussy contracting around nothing.
âDâ did you just come? Jackâs cold tone brings you back to reality as if a bucket of icy water was thrown over your head. Still jerking with climax you snap your eyes open, your breathing heavy, and see Joelâs lopsided smile in front of you.
Fuck! Your cheeks and neck burn and you cover your face with your hands, embarrassed by unraveling in front of your boyfriendâs dad. With his fingers in your ass.
Joel comes to your rescue. He gently rubs your thigh with his paddle of a hand and coos,
âSheâs one of a kind, Jack. The anal stimulation isnât as pleasurable for women as it is for men. In the right hands though⊠you did wonderful, sweetie.â
You bite your lip, hiding a grin thatâs about to bloom on your face, and grip your knees tighter.
âWe can stop now ifâŠ,â Joel starts.
âNo!â You cut him off and push your knees to your chest. âI want to be ready. For the real thing.â
âIâll give you the real thing,â Joel whispers so quietly itâs barely audible but you hear. Your eyes lock as he plants his palm on the bed by your side and hovers over your lower half.
âReady, sweetheart?â
After you say âyesâ Mr Miller glances back in the direction of his son.
âJusâ the tip at first. Maybe only. Depends on how she takes it.â
He looks down at you with that soft but feral gaze of his and talks to Jack.
âWatch her face closely when you push inside.â
Joelâs hot leaky cockhead kisses your pussy hole and you gasp, your entrance winking at his manhood, inviting it to come in. Joel whispers,
âOnly teasinâ.â You smile and shake your head at the man. He gives you a wink and drags his tip down along the delicate skin between your pussy and asshole and then nudges your tight ring.
âIf she scrunches her pretty nose, stop. Means sheâs hurtinâ.â
Joel presses his crown against your asshole and applies pressure. Your mouth parts when he starts pushing it into your asshole, the stretch far bigger than with his fingers. You take a few deep breaths, not stopping him, craving to be fucked.
âYeah, breathe for me, baby. In and out. Like I taught ya.â
In! in! in! your pussy screams and throbs with the rhythm of your heartbeat, your body desperate to be ruined by your boyfriendâs dad.
Mr Miller pauses and closes his eyes, his forearm muscles tense with restraint, the veins of his hand thatâs wrapped around his shaft are bulging. He speaks, trying to keep his voice steady.
âThe most difficult thing nowâis to control yourself â all you wanna do â is shove your dick deep inside herâ to the hiltâ- she feels so fuckinâ good.â
His arousal and your desire merge together and form an electric cloud around you two, the scent of sex heavy in the air. Mr Miller moves another inch deeper and you whimper.
âBut you musnât,â he grunts to his son or to himself. âYou should be in controlâ think of her first and your pleasure second âYeahhh?â
The last word sounds like a moan and you smile dizzily, ecstatic to see how much bliss youâre giving him. Joel pushes in some more and then looks into your eyes. âWanna see?â
You nod eagerly and place another pillow under your head, propping it up to get a better view.
The sight before your eyes takes your breath away. Joelâs big hand wrapped around his girthy cock, the veins on his shaft thumping, glistening with lube. But the best thing is your stretched asshole, hugging Joelâs tip buried inside.
âWow,â you breathe out. Joel smirks, his smile lopsided and boyish. He drops his head to your butt and asks,
âWanna stop here? Done so good already.â
You crane your neck and glance at Jack, expecting him to scream âYes! Stop! Now!â but heâs hunched over in his cuck chair with a blank stare, chewing on the nail of his thumb.
You bring your gaze back up at Joel and purr,
âI want all of it.â
Joel nods and thrusts in.
Mr Millerâs fucking your ass like itâs been made solemnly for this purpose. His hands are gripping your spread thighs, leaving marks on your soft skin, his hips snapping against your asscheeks, drowning the room in the lewd Slap slap slap! Sounds.
By now youâve lost all the composure and your loud moans are flowing freely from your lips, mixing with Joelâs animalistic growls.
âYeahhhh.. good girlâŠsheâs a fast learner⊠takinâ me like a champ.â
âThanks, Mr Miller,â you mewl with your eyes rolling to the back of your head when you feel a second orgasm building. Hungry for it you lick your fingers, reach for your throbbing clit and start rubbing it while Joelâs steel shaft is massaging your insides.
âLemme⊠want some help?â Joel asks, consent king as always.
âYes, please.â
Not minding his son watching you two from the back, Joel brings his calloused thumb to your puffy clit and starts drawing infinities over it.
You arch your back, losing your mind over how amazing it feels. Your ass is full of Joelâs cock, but your neglected pussy hole is crying desperately. You look for your boyfriend behind Joelâs broad back. He still looks shell shocked, his widened eyes lowered, and you realize that heâs watching his dads heavy balls slap against his girlfriendâs asscheeks.
Opps.
âMr Miller,â you whisper, staring at the older man again, âCould you..?â
You lift your hand, stick two fingers out and move them up and down, fingering an invisible pussy.
Joel flashes you a knowing smile.
âGotcha, sweetie.â He glances back at his son and raises his voice, talking to you,
âYou strugglinâ, baby? Ok if I help you relax?â
You consent loudly so Jack could hear and the next second Mr Miller changes hands and his dry index and middle fingers easily enter your sopping pussy.
Yeahhhh! You whimper, so full of his fat cock and digits, it feels like youâre going to come apart at the seams.
Joelâs massaging your g-spot with two fingers, his thumb working your clit, his cock relentlessly rutting into your ass. Youâve never been fucked this good and you try to hold off your second climax, hating for the sex to end.
But Joelâs too hot, too experienced and soon you come with a wail, arching your sweaty back off the bed and clamping Joelâs hips with your thighs. Blinding ecstasy is coursing through your body, your cunt pulsing around Joelâs fingers, your asshole choking his cock so hard he stills.
âHereâ we gâgoooHnggggâŠ.â he roars, retreats his fingers out of your pussy and covers you with his huge frame. He pushes his face into your sweaty neck but holds his weight over your thrashing body.
âWhere?â He chokes, his chest rumbling with groans, and you wrap your arms around his broad back and press your naked tits to him, mumbling into his ear,
âInside my ass, Mr Miller. Please.â
His whole body tenses up over you and he begins squirting his hot cum deep inside your butt. The warmth of his load fills you more and more, every erratic thrust of his cock pushes the sticky spent back into you and you hold him tight, wishing to be stuffed to the brim. It doesnât take long with how much he comes and soon his jizz covers your asscheeks and his balls, sticking them together like glue. You feel filthy and sexy, with your boyfriendâs dad busting inside you, the former having a perfect view of your asshole sucking the older manâs cum in. Too abundant it rolls down your crack and onto Jackâs bed.
Both of you are panting when Joel carefully pulls his cock out of your asshole and falls on the bed next to you, still fully clothed except for the pulled down jeans and boxers.
âDad, put your dick away,â Jack grumbles.
âYeah yeah.â Joel tucks his cock back in, leaving his jeans open. He sounds exhausted. You cover yourself with a sheet suddenly remembering that youâre naked next to your boyfriendâs dad.
You turn your head to him resting next to you, his forearm covering his closed eyes, his chest rising and falling quickly, his leg dangling off the edge of the bed. Heâs so handsome you want to bite him. The man had a full day of work and then rocked your world. You find it incredibly hot but also feel guilty for exhausting him even more.
You watch Mr Miller for a few moments, warmth spreading in your belly and chest, until he takes a deep breath, opens his eyes and turns his head to you.
âDad?â Jack calls impatiently, hurrying the man to leave but Joel doesnât spare him a glance and asks you,
âHow you feelinâ, baby?â
He nods down at your pussy but you know heâs asking about your butt.
âIâm ok.â You squirm on the bed, trying to access your state. âA little sore but good.â
âGood,â Joel repeats with a warm smile. Youâre staring at each other silently, his gaze soft and warm, grinning like two fools. You want to kiss him but stop yourself. Itâs inappropriate.
Then you remember where his cock was just a few minutes ago and giggle.
âWhat is it?â Joel asks, his eyes dart between yours and then slide to your lips.
You shake your head, silence thick and loaded between you two.
Jack rips it apart as he clears his throat.
âThanks, dad. Fucking hell. You can go now.â
He gets up from the chair and crosses his arms, frowning at the two of you. You wonder if heâs going to break up with you after this. Whatever.
Joel sits up with a grunt and gets out of the bed. He sways a little and you smile proudly â you did it to him.
âThank you, Mr Miller.â You sit up, holding the sheet over your body. He zips up his jeans and winks,
âDonât mention it, baby.â
Jack scoffs. Joel heads to the door but as he passes his son he pauses.
âGet her a wet towel. And some water,â he commands. âSo .. if she took my cock, she wouldnât even notice yours. Youâre welcome.â
With that he pats his sonâs shoulder and leaves.
Who needs Jack, amirite? Maybe Joel can teach them something else?đ€ Thank you for reading! Please, leave a comment and reblog if you enjoyed the storyđ
warnings: 18+ mdni, foodplay (honey), ass play, ass eating, donât like, donât read.
a/n: with pain and a lot of tedious effort, i present to you this. okay no seriously, it was a hassle to get this out, and imo this is so bad đ so forgive me
lately, michael has been eating you out way too often for you to not be suspicious about it. and youâre saying this as someone who loves to be eaten out, someone who loves to see your boyfriend on his knees for you.
he does it anytime, anyplace: in front of the mirror while you watch him, him holding your thighs open while he feasts. in the morning, when youâre climaxing as you wake up. on the marble counter in the kitchen whilst your vegetable quiche is burning in the oven.
and now, youâre here again: on your the dinner table in the kitchen, your face shoved in the hard mahogany wood, your back slipping into a clean, perfect arch for your boyfriend, who hungrily laps fat, thick stripes over your sweet, slick-coated folds.
youâre already dripping wet, dribbles of slick drooling down your quivering thighs as you sigh out. your pussy sounds like a wet tube, spluttering and spraying white cum on the wooden table. fat, greasy droplets splat-splat-splatting off each other.
âsuchâa good kitty fâr me,â michael mutters, his greedy hands kneading your mound as you push your back in an even sharper curve. âsuch a pretty, wet pussy.â he says from behind you.
an answer is not needed; you lightly jerk your bum in his face. michael separates your ass cheeks with carefulness, afraid youâre going to break. your ass cheeks parting produces a sticky, sweaty sound as cool air hits your untouched skin.
âlook at that, baby,â michael says, voice strained and coated in wonder. the inside of your ass glistens from sweat and lost drops of cum. your plump ass is shaped like a cute little cherry. âlooks so fuckinâ pretty. allâo ya.â
at the feeling of your ass widening, you slide your thighs wider.
michaelâs tongue darts out to give your ass crack a tiny, demure lick. the jelly-like substance of cum accumulates on the tip of his tongue, all white and creamy, as michael hums in satisfaction at your taste.
âass is made for me,â he mumbles, his hands subconsciously playing with your clit. âa fuckinâ five star meal. drippinâ on the dinner table, coated in juice.â
without any warning, your boyfriend dips his face between your ass cheeks, inhaling your scent. the tip of his nose gently breaches open your puckered hole.
âmikeââ you whine out when he wiggles his face around between your cheeks, his tongue shyly lapping at your seam, a place he oddly feels at home. the weight of his face smothers you further into the wood. ââs so dirtyâ what youâre doing.â
michael huffs out a cocky laugh. âbut i am dirty,â he says as if itâs the most normal thing in the world to admit, âand youâre a dirty girl. yâlike that, donât youâ? me licking your ass?â
you feel disgusting.
he doesnât wait for another second, dropping a dollop of his thick spit on your puckered, twitching hole. his tongue circles around it, but when michael tries to prod further, you close up.
itâs not like you want to. itâs just a bodily reaction. ââs all good now,â michael coos at how you whimper in the wood. youâre a little frustrated youâre denying him access, even though your little pussy is shaking from anticipation and excitement, your peachy slick running down your soppy folds. âjust your mikey, just wanna eat yâopen.â
michael continues to sweet-talk your ass whilst you keep wiggling against the cold wood, untilâ âi have an idea.â
it takes a couple of seconds until you feel it: the sticky substance of honey drizzling between your ass cheeks, all syrup-like. michael takes his pointer and middle finger to spread the gluey liquid from your ass cheeks over your slippery, cum- and sweat-coated folds.
another drizzle of honey right on your asshole, the honey getting all webby around your tiny hole as she puckers in and out. michael circles his thumb around it, spreading it thin.
âfuck baby, now youâre even sweeter,â he moans out, looking at how your bum is sticky, shiny, and covered in something edible. perfect for him to eat.
he squeezes your ass cheeks shut, pulls them open again â with some more force from the stickiness, this time â as thin ropes of honey connect between your two cheeks. michaelâs sloppy tongue curls up to break the honey strings, his hot breath fanning over your skin.
âsoââ he licks one side, âfuckinââ âthen the other, âdelicious.â and then he kisses your fluttery asshole, his lips coated in the sticky honey, leaving his lips all shiny and smooth.
you can only croak out a âoh my gââ before your boyfriend attacks. suddenly he eats your ass like a man starved: the feeling of his raw lips scraping over the soft globes of your ass, tongue tenderly slipping into your now tender, vulnerable, squelching hole. âthat feel good, baby?â he says into your skin.
michaelâs strong hands hold your cheeks open as you feel the honey cloying around your tight ring. the amber mixture mingled with michaelâs saliva meanders between your folds as michael rotates slow, slimy circles to your pounding â also honey-covered â clit. ây-yes, so fâ so good.â
his movements are so slow from the stickiness of the honey, it produces soppy sounds, like two wet hands rubbing over each other, as honey gushes around your vulva. michael presses down teasingly on your clit, testing out what your pussy will do.
your entrance gapes open, honey also webbing across your abused entrance.
âyâhear that?â michael asks, the sounds of your pussy squirming, unabashedly obscene, bubbling out slick under the honey mask, droopy strings falling on the table. âthatâs the sound of someone gettinâ her fuckinâ beautiful ass eaten.â he laughs, placing one nasty smack to your jiggling ass. like youâre something to be played with. âlook at how wide sheâs. all for mikey, right?â
and then he goes back. back to driving his tongue into you. gathering all the remaining honey from your puckered asshole, laving your backside up as your cummy, sugary taste marinates in your mouth. âfuckâ michael, do something, do somethingââ
you forcefully push your asshole further onto michaelâs tongue, the inside of your hole all velvety and gummy. his tongue impales you; all stiff and hard as he tries to wiggle it around in the tight space.
ââm gonna do something. just wait,â it doesnât take long before michael pushes you down on your back on the dinner table, your damp, sticky ass all slippery and gloopy on the wood. the mixture running down your pussy lips is so heavy and thick, and trickles all between your crack as michael pushes your knees to your chest, all of your weight shifting to your upper back.
youâre completely opened for him. like, completely. your flowered-open pussy, as well as your clammy, tight hole, begging for wet friction, on display. ânow i can alternate between both of my girls,â says michael with a dark look, examining your pussy, your shiny ass.
he wastes no time to go in for the kill as his hot, soppy tongue eases into your usual hole, the tip of michaelâs tongue curling, prodding at your walls. but then he goes back to your ass, squeezing his tongue between the taut ring as his hands stretch your ass cheeks further.
you canât do anything but take it. now you know he loves eating you out, front and back.
the place to find all works pertaining to michael and nanny.
works are posted out of chronological to michael and nanny's story, but are organized into chronological order
when nanny started working for the jackson family
blurbs
the introduction to nanny!reader
michael wants you to move in pt. 2
the grocery store run in
michael may want to make you a mother 18+ pt. 2 pt. 3
wanting to tell the kids about your's and michael's relationship
paris warming up to nanny
nanny being a constant in the kids lives
you leave your cardigan at the house 18+
you and michael take the kids trick or treating
going on vacation
christmas cards
doing the kid's hair
michael needs a mommy to his daddy 18+
you get a boyfriend & michael doesn't like it
playing in the rain with the kids (requested)
celebrating the fourth of july
headcanons
domestic bliss : some instances in which michael and you function as a couple . . . which you guys aren't. just a really, really good team.
fics
real man : when the usual tension thickens between you and your boss upon letting him know that you'll need to leave earlier than you usually do on friday night because you have a date, you never expected that he'd be the one to save your night. and you never thought that fateful night would later lead to truths being unfolded. or michael shows you how a real man treats a woman. 18+
đ„ àšà§ michael takes such good care of his baby. âââ thrad era.
pairings: soft dom michael jackson x black!fem reader. genre: smut. warnings: reader is submissive. pussy slapping. no p in v sex. usage of "cunt" & "sir."
a/n: this was supposed to be a lot shorter but i couldn't help myself.
there's nothing he loves more than torturing pleasuring his pretty girl. not fully proofread. mdni.ââ§Â°đČÖŒđą
can't stop thinking about thrad!michael with his big hands forcing your legs apart and keeping you between him, back against his chest. he's still dressed while you're completely naked and it both makes you feel shy & so turned on you want to cry. by now you'd already lost count of how many times his hand came down on your bare cunt. he made you count them at first, even starting over once you stumbled from nine to eleven, but you were so gone by now and michael is just being a meanie at this point :( your pussy has its own heart beat and the obscene noises coming from it as his hand makes direct contact with your wetness is making your head feel fuzzy.
you can't even really get any words out at this point.
"you still with me, hm? want me to keep going, baby?" michael asks you. his hand rubs firm circles on your heat. you can't tell if he's trying to soothe the stinging or torture you. you decide it's both. as you nod your head yes, he makes a disapproving noise and pulls his hand away. you whimper at the loss of contact. "i need to hear you say it." and when you finally work up enough energy to let out a weak "please," he brings his hand down again and your eyes roll back. and then his slaps become gentler, also quicker. he aims directly towards your clit. you grip his free arm with yours and whine into him.
you ignored the urge to close your legs as a hard slap against your pussy turned into gentle rubbing again. the way he forced them apart and kept you wide open was so unfair !! you were beyond overstimulated from his hand against your clit, and yet he showed you very little sympathy.
"what's wrong? you wanted this, didn't you?" there's a hint of a giggle in his voice and it makes you pout. "stop complaining when i give you what you ask for." he mumbles into your ear. "i'm sorry, sir." you respond, quietly. your head is still all fuzzy and your heart is racing so fast it's going to leap out of your chest any minute now. you didn't even know if you wanted him to stop or keep going anymore.
at some point he continues bringing his hand down against your heat and you lose the concept of time. hard slaps mixed in with gentler ones, and your pussy continued fluttering beneath his hand. all while he mumbled "you're okay," and "don't worry, i got you" against your ear. god, he treated you so well. you were so lucky to have him <3
àł â⥠imagine pervy bsf!michael edging you into a babbling, pathetic mess with his fingers buried deep inside your reckless heat, how this all unfolded because you donât ever hesitate to tell your best friend anything he asks.
Your delayed response when he asked howâs you and your new boyfriend doing made him pry for details, if everything is as happy as it should be in a relationship.
You were, but not in bed. How your new boyfriend doesnât know the first thing on how to properly touch a woman, or rarely seem to ever be in the mood when you are, leaving you with insecurities sprouting that you donât feel beautiful or worthy of loving.
Of course, nobody wants to see their best friend feeling such a way. Michael didnât think twice on offering to pick up your manâs slack, wanting to kill those doubts about yourself.
However, his jealousy over you choosing someone other than him seeps through his work, stopping the devastating curl of his digits against the spongy spot that was having you see stars, pulling a whine from where you are on his lap.
âW-Whyâd you stop?â His fingers stay still inside your cunt, how it aches for just a mere twitch from them. He hums into the side of your head, lips shy from the shell of your ear. âAm I making you feel good?â
Is he serious?
You nod nonetheless, anything to get him to start back up again. âYes, yes, s-so fucking good..!â
And so he does, but a complete contrast from before. Itâs slower now, deliberate. Pausing at the edge, not fully leaving you, only to linger, letting you feel the absence before pushing all the way back inside. Hand gripped to your hip, so you wonât dare to pick up the pace and try to grind down onto them.
âHe doesnât have you moaning like this, does he?â He muses, watching the way you screw up your face from the mention of your shitty boyfriend. Your cheeks by now should be reddening from humiliation, the way youâre seeking dire touches from your best friend rather than the man youâre dating, how heâs asking questions he already knows the answer to.
Michael just wants to hear you admit it. To admit whoâs got you shaking like this, to admit that this is really happening, both of you not in a dream. That youâre giving him all the reign to touch you however you want, because you wonât find it better with anyone else but him.
You answer when his fingers halt again, not letting you ignore him. âNo, he doesnât.â You donât have to pick your head up to know heâs smiling, thumb now pressed barely to your clit, enough to make the friction even more unbearable.
âWill you leave him?â
Your broken sounds are cut short, caught off-guard by his question. It didnât occur to you, but you think about how the guilt will burn you from the inside out to go back to your boyfriend right after Michael had you unraveling in his hands.
Apparently you waited too long for his liking, fingers dragging out. You shake your head, needing back that overwhelming fullness. âNo wait, I will! I want you, not him. He canât make me feel good like you do.â
Youâll say anything to get him to reward you with your gradually built-up pleasure, but he sees right through it. The circling of his thumb to your clit stops, fingertip lingering at your entrance. âI donât think you mean that.â
Your voice is wrecked at this point, clinging onto the fabrics of his shirt for god knows how long. âPlease, please, I mean it! Justââ
With devastating ease, he presses back in with two fingers this time, babbles dying on your tongue. Your body clenches tight to adjust, but itâs pointless as he pulls out again.
âTell me again. Who makes you feel good? Me or that punk?â
Your muscles flutter, thighs twitching. âYou!â And heâs back to it, this time thrusting his fingers in sharper, firmer, shifting his wrist to reach new depths.
It was all so fast, being so use to his torturous slow strokes. It had your orgasm arriving quickly, feeling it come from all the way down to tip of your toes, pulse stuttering.
Until he stopped himself yet again. âI want to hear you say it one more time, because Iâm still not sure if I believe you.â
Ëââ§ê°á ⊠à»ê± â§âË I cant help it !
Pairing: Otw!Michael x reader
Content: Michael's too nervous to go all the way, so this is the solution
contains dry humping, Michael being embarrassed, no plot um idk what else
The room was nearly silent except for the small whimpers that fell from your mouth, your head resting on Michael's shoulder as your hips rocked in a circular motion over his clothed bulge.
It was dark, almost too dark aside from the small slit of moonlight that shone through the gap in the curtains. The once neatly made sheets had turned into a bunched-up mess, spilling off the sides of the bed.
"Baby, it's s'good," Michael spoke first, his breathing becoming more rapid, chest heaving up and down as if he were trying to suck up all the remaining air in the room. His back was pressed tightly against the headboard, occasionally lurching forward.
He was embarrassed honestly, embarrassed to be in the position of nearly cumming in his pants, his boxers that once fit perfectly now seeming more tight and restricted against his body. He placed one of his hands on the small of your back guiding your hips forward as his other one covered his face, trying his best to stifle any sounds that managed to slip past the filter he'd placed on himself.
"It's okay, Mikey, it's just us," you moaned against the crook of his neck, earning another stifled whimper.
You were close, so close that you could feel your hips sputtering, desperately humping at his bulge. Your panties now completely soaked through, creating a new wet spot on his boxers.
"It's too much," his words were slurred, like he was completely drunk off the feeling of your body pressed against his, like he couldn't help but feel this way when you were this close to him, breath fanning against the sensitive skin of his neck.
"Do it, baby, I'm here," you whispered closely in his ear, just enough to drive him straight off the edge, enough to let the pleasure he'd been denying himself slip through the innocent mask he pretended to wear.
"Oh... ohh," it was louder than he intended it to be, but he couldn't help it, his hips forcing themselves upwards as his head flung backwards, brows knitted tightly, eyes fluttering open before shutting again.
There was a pause in the room, the closeness that was once there now gone, as it made room for the gasps of air that fell from Michael's lips and the small whines that fell from your own.
"You... okay?" You smiled, suppressing a small laugh at the way Michael's eyes could barely stay open, jaw relaxed as his mouth hung open.
âIt's not funny, I'm embarrassed nowâ he turned his head so that he wouldn't be looking you in the eyes, but it didn't last long before your fingers grasped at his chin, moving it to that he'd be facing you before kissing him, sending shivers all over.
I just know for a damn fact Michael would always say âgood girlâ or âdoes that feel goodâ and im going insane about that
the craziest part about this is I KNOW heâd say it from the most meaningful, genuine place. like his intention wouldnât even be dirty talk it would be literal words of praise and reassurance and that shit makes my pussy twitch sorry
â Ëââź like when youâre so close that he can feel you swelling around him; your body is tense and your breath is shallow and he just knows youâre right at the edge.
âThatâs it sweetheartâ his voice is gentle as he fucks into you nice and slow. heâs looking down, marveling at how your brows scrunch together and your lips part between moans.
You peer up, your needy eyes finding his in a fucked-out daze, making another soft praise rain from his lips, âSuch a good girl.â
That one does it for you, his sweet words push you straight over the edge as you pulse around him, hard.
âThere she is.â His admiration is whispered through a smile as his head falls to watch where your bodies intertwineâ in awe of the way your pussy sucks him in deeper with every sensitive squeeze.
Hi! Can I request a fic with subby/overwhelmed!OTW!Michael receiving, where heâs whimpering and crying because the reader is teasing him and won't let him cum?
Summary: An innocent sleepover in the Hayvenhurst residence turns into something far from innocent, leaving your best friends brother yearning for you more than he already does
Sub!michael, smut, dry humping, yearning, orgasm control, power control, hand & oral job, tongue kissing.
Today was your best friends birthday, she was the last one of the friend group to turn 18. You, yourself had reached legal status a few months back. You arrived at the Jackson residence earlier that day to help the family set decorations and prepare for the massive slumber party that was planned
Apart of you felt so guilty because you had never confessed to your best friend the desires you had for her brother Michael. He was always the finest brother in your eyes, ever since you were a little girl you crushed on Michael. But now he was older. Everything on him was âbiggerâ you caught your first glimpse of him a few months ago when you walked into his room to wake him up for breakfast and you saw the erection he had in his sleep, hard and poking through his white underwear
Ever since then itâs all you could think about, the both of you inexperienced but for Michael you were ready to experiment
As the night approached you had slipped into a matching pink laced pajama set to match the rest of the girls. Everyone stayed up telling stories of what they thought college was like, first kisses, experimenting with guys, school, parties, and the guys with the cutest butts. But all you could think about was how Michael kept staring at you all day, even catching him taking exclusive photos of you with he was in charge of getting pictures of everyone. The moment you caught him he was so embarrassed that he hid upstairs for hours until he had to come downstairs for dinner
You waited until you were sure the entire party was asleep, carefully stepping over everybody as you crept your way up the stairsâavoiding the steps you knew had creaks in them. The last thing you wanted to do was wake up the parents or a sibling. Your heart was beating out your chest the entire time until you reached the top of the staircase, sighing in relief you wiped your sweaty hands before knocking softly on Michaelâs door
âCome inâ he replied softly
Accepting the invite you walked in and gently shut the door behind you. Michael was busy with his back turned flipping through a scrapbook he had been creating over the last few years, once he turned his attention towards you his cheeks burned red as he looked down at your pajamas and back at your face
âUhâmy sisters downstairs if youâre looking for herâ
âActually I was looking for you, if itâs okayâ
You walked towards Michael and sat next to him on his bed, your hands accidentally touching forced a chill down his spine that he desperately tried to hide
âMe? You sure?â
âMhm..I wanted to see what you were doingâ
âI like to take pictures of things I find beautiful. Birds, trees, the sky, cartoons, and peopleâ
âIs that why you took a picture of me in my bathing suit earlier today?â
âThat was an accidentâ he immediately stammered âMy finger slipped over the dumb buttonâ
You blushed at his shyness, it was innocent
âItâs okay Michael Iâm not mad at you. I know your heartâ
âReally?â He asked turning his focus to you
âMhmâ scooting in closer âThatâs why I like you, youâre not like your other brothersâŠor really any other guy for that matterâ
His face felt like it was on fire hearing you admit âthatâs why I like youâ because no other girl had admitted those feelings for him
âYou like me?â He questioned
âCourse I do, youâre a gentleman and youâre handsomeâŠwhatâs not to like?â
âI didnât think a girl as pretty as yourself would be interested in a guy like myselfâ
You stood up and moved the book from his lap exposing his boner, immediately he panicked and tried to cover it up with his hands while looking everywhere but at you âI-m sorryâ he blurted out
Grabbing his hands and gently pushing him back to his orange position you sat on his lap feeling his dark blue jeans underneath you. His facial expression going from embarrassment to shock. You placed his large hands over your butt while your hands cupped his face, biting your lip as you stared at his face with lustful eyes
âYou have nothing to be sorry about Michael, youâre human everybody gets arousedâŠyou arouse me all the timeâ you admitted
âHow do I do that?â He replied staring up at you
You adjusted yourself before gently grinding into his jeans, the friction of his bulge and jeans created a nice friction for you to pleasure yourself with
âIâve always been attracted to you Michaelâyour sweet smile, your big brown eyes, the way youâre so gentle with everything, your hands, your noseâŠI like everything about you down to your sweet voiceâ
His dick jumped in his pants hearing you praise him. Again, never having someone compliment such features especially with his insecurities
âYou donât mean that stuff do you?â He questioned
âOf course I do handsome. I would I say it if I wasnât sincereâ
âI think youâre beautiful alsoâ he smiled
âReally?â You blushed âTell me what you like the mostâ
As he thought about his answer you kissed his neck gently before sucking in various spots, causing his dick to throb even more. The both of you moaning in each otherâs presence, his grip grew tighter as he felt your lips sucking on his sweet spots
âTalk to me please babyâ you pleaded before resuming your activity
âI-I love your hair and your smileâeverytime I see it, it makes me smile no matter what kinda day Iâm having. I like seeing you happyâ
You began grinding harder into his bulge and moaning slightly louder than you anticipated
âGod and that voice of yoursâ he moaned shutting his eyes âitâs so angelic whenever you say my nameâ
âYouâre the sweetest boy Iâve ever known. Do I make you feel good?â
âSo goodâ swallowing the lump in his throat âCan you keep doing it please?â
You humped against Michaelâs jeans , each one sending pleasuring sensations to your clitoris while you sucked on Michael. His heavy breathing was turning you on and his soft voice in your ear
âMichael youâre making me feel so goodâ you admitted
âWhat am I doing?â
âYouâre so handsome, just looking at you makes me wanna orgasm all over youâ
He bit on his lip and pressed you further into his crotch to feel you better and making you moan again. Feeling yourself making progress you got faster and grinding harder against Michael
âI wanna make you feel goodâ Michael admitted âYouâre making me feel things Iâve never felt beforeâ
âIâm cumming babyâ you whimpered as you started to slow down feeling your clitoris convulsing against Michaelâs dick
You bit on your bottom lip trying to mask your pleasures
âWait please donât stopâ he pleaded âI-I never did anything like this but it feels so good please donât stopâ
You continued to dry hump Michael but at a slower speed âYou like this baby?â
âItâs incredibleâ he panted rubbing your back
âYou want me to make you orgasm?â Tilting his head up so you can kiss his neck
âYes please..Iâll do whatever you wantâ
To his surprise you got off his lap leaving him in shambles with a hard dick. He pleaded with his eyes to you. Little did he know you loved everything about this. You grabbed one of his hands and slid it in your shorts and rubbed your pussy against his fingers, making him jolt before dropping his jaw at how wet you were
âDid I make you do this?â
âMhmâ nodding your head slowly as you formed goosebumps from his touch âYouâre the only one who can do thisâ
âWell whyâd you stop? Did I do something wrong?â
âPoor thingâ removing his fingers as you kissed his cheek âI thought you might like something elseâ
âLike what?â
You got on your knees and slowly rubbed his thighs and knees through his jeans before kissing his bulge, pulling off his jeans and watching his dick spring out. All his precum leaking everywhere
âYou donât have to be embarrassed Michael. Iâm gonna take care of youâ
He swallowed hard watching you get closer to his dick âC-Can I kiss you first?â
You sat up on your knees and met Michael halfway , feeling tingles against the both of your lips experiencing that first kiss spark. Michael accidentally moaned in your mouth feeling how soft your lips were, coincidentally he jolted forward feeling more precum shoot out and staining your chest
âIâm sâ sorryâ he pleaded âIâll take you shopping tomorrowâ
âItâs okay baby, just relax for meâ
You gently stroked Michael from the base before working your way up to his tip. Watching with each thrust his breath enticing and his whimpering getting stronger. Even slowly grinding into your hand as he tried to chase his peak
âCan you touch it harder?â He asked embarrassed âplease?â
Now using both of your hands you stroked his dick from shaft to tip, even spitting on his balls watching it drip to the floor. Michaelâs mouth hung open and his eyes glued to you, hands gripping tightly on both sides of his mattress
His breathing was all over the place and his moans were sloppy. Constantly trying to tell you how beautiful you were and how much he loved what you were doing. His favorite part watching you gag on his balls while jacking him off
âIt feels like I have to peeâ he admitted
Immediately you stopped everything causing Michael to feel his heart drop to his stomach âNo, no no, no pleaseâdid I say something?â He even reached for your wet hands to prevent you from leaving
âMichael look at meâ you grabbed his face âNo cumming until I say so, you hear me?â
A smile came across Michaelâs face, seeing you become so dominant because he secretly loved the authority. A kink he would soon discover through you
âYes maâam, anything you sayâ taking a deep breath âJust please donât stopâ
You wrapped both hands back around his dick listening to the lubricant make sounds as it slipped through your hands. Michael instantly fell back under your submission
Quickly his orgasm approached once again, he gritted through his teeth trying to fight back. It was obvious that he was ready to explode. He began whimpering and wheezing trying to fight his temptations
âWhatâs wrong my love?â
âIâŠI canât cumâ fighting against the lump in his throat
âYou ready for me to say yes?â
âYes pleaseâ swallowing the lump in his throat âI donât think I can hold it in anymoreâ
You spit on his tip and sucked it slowly taking in as much as you could, Michaelâs stomach started to cave in and his eyes rolled back as he moaned loud enough to be heard into the next room
âIf we get caught I wonât be able to do this ever again MichaelâŠI need you to be good for me okay?â
âYesâyes oh goodness yesâ his lips quivering
You jerked him off specifically at his tip feeling his legs lock on your sides and shaking uncontrollably. His soft voice now cracking and unrecognizable, but you continued to smile through his deprivation
âCum for me my sweet boyâ
Instantly he released his cum while staring into your eyes. His cum shot out uncontrollably and all over the place, splashing on his clothes and various parts of your body. Michael began moaning so rebelliously that you had to cover his mouth with your other hand while you milked him with the other. His gasping in your hand could be felt through the constant suctioning
Michael collapsed on his bed, you watched his diaphragm quirk frequently followed by muffled sniffling sounds. You climbed on top of him to see he was cryingâso embarrassed that he had to cover his face but of course you moved them and kissed his face all over
âMy sweet angelâ you cooâd
He still didnât say a word, instead he wrapped his long arms around you and sobbed against your breasts âCan you stay with me tonight? Please?â
You smiled kissing his nose repeatedly âIâll stay up hereâ
Over the next few minutes, you reassured Michael that your feelings for him hadnât changed. If anything, seeing him so vulnerable only made you care for him more. The two of you remained wrapped in each otherâs arms until the first rays of sunlight spilled through his bedroom window, gently pulling you from sleep. It was almost as if the morning itself was reminding you to slip back downstairs before anyone discovered where youâd spent the night
Michael kissed you over and over again before allowing you to leave but deep down he didnât want to let you go until you reassured him that this wouldnât be the last time the two of you seen each other. As you returned to your sleeping bag all you could think about was the encounter you had with the big youâve been crushing on since you were a little girl
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