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[helloaugustmoon]

one thing about me I'm gonna give my man his flowers

[mikaylajacksonnn]

every time i see photos these i keep thinking they look like they’re taken from a supportive wife’s pov

like he looks so casual and handsome in these mmmmfghh

[helloaugustmoon]

yeah me btw

[lil6uapa]

it doesn't count michael jackson

michael jackson x f!reader ────୨ৎ──── ♡ wc: 6.2k

synopsis: michael has always believed intimacy belongs in marriage. but as temptation becomes harder to resist, he starts convincing himself that maaaybe some things just don’t count

cw: smut, established relationship, mutual pining, religious/moral conflict, manipulation if u squint ?, poor decision making n even worse excuses, pathetic!michael lowk, v nasty... like actually nasty as hell, loud whiny michael, thriller!michael

michael’s mother had drummed very specific principles into him since he was young, and they always stayed in the back of his mind. he’d grown up believing that a woman was someone you treated with total reverence — someone you protected and cherished. to him, saving the ultimate intimacy for a marriage wasn't just a rule. it was a way to keep something holy.

when you two started dating five months ago, he wanted that structure. he wanted to show you that he loved your mind and your spirit, that he could be the perfect gentleman who honoured the promises you both made to wait.

and for a while, it was easy. you slipped into a comfortable rhythm where everything else seemed to fade into the background. he loved the ordinary days most — the afternoons spent lying in your bed and talking about nothing in particular for hours, sharing snacks, or teasing each other until his stomach ached from laughing.

michael was the kind of boyfriend who couldn't keep his hands off you in the gentlest ways. he’d always reach out to loop his arm around your waist, pulling you flush against his side, or he’d absentmindedly drum out little beats against your knee with his fingers while you talked. it was the little things.

but lately, something had started to change.

every time he kissed you, the boundaries he'd worked so hard to maintain seemed to blur a little more. the sweet, chaste kisses had slowly shifted over the last few weeks, turning into something… hungrier.

you'd spend hours tangled together in the dark, your mouths moving lazily against each other's as your tongues brushed and tangled until both your heads were spinning. by the time he finally forced himself to pull away, his heart would be battering against his ribs, his jeans painfully tight. he'd lower his face into the crook of your neck, pretending he simply wanted to hold you a little longer when really he was trying to hide how badly he ached for you.

eventually, the heat didn't even need a kiss to spark anymore.

just being around you distracted him, clouding his mind with thoughts that left his skin burning with shame.

he'd started doing things he never would've dared during those first few months of dating. his hands, once so careful, had begun wandering without him even realizing it. he'd find excuses to press the growing hardness in his jeans against your hip during a simple hug, letting out a shaky breath as he subtly nudged himself closer just to feel the warmth of your body.

if you were standing in the kitchen, he’d hover behind you, his front flushing right against your ass while he pretended to reach for something, letting his long fingers drag along the curve of your waist a second longer than they needed to. he was becoming a fiend for your body, his lidded eyes constantly tracking the way your clothes clung to you or staring at your ass when you walked past him.

just the other day, you were sitting cross-legged on the floor by his stereo, letting his pet snake, muscles, coil lazily around your arms while your fingers brushed lightly over his scales. you were wearing his button-down shirt that slipped slightly off one side, exposing the smooth curve of your collarbone and the top of your shoulder. michael had been standing near the window, but his eyes were glued onto you.

he watched the slow glide of your fingertips along the scales, and a completely different — dirty image flashed in his mind. It was so filthy that it made his stomach drop.

he imagined walking over right in front of you, unbuckling his belt and letting his hard, aching dick spring free at your eye level. he pictured catching your wrist, gently lifting your hand away and guiding your palm straight onto his skin. he wanted to teach you exactly how to hold him, wrapping your fingers around his thick shaft and moving your hand in that same stroke you were using right now.

he could practically feel the warmth of your hand squeezing him, sliding all the way down to his base and back up to the wet tip. he’d bite his lip as he looked down at you, a groan slipping from his chest as you coated your palm in his precum.

a hot blush rushed straight to his cheeks the second he snapped back to reality. his heart was hammering, and he could feel the thick length of his cock swelling and pressing uncomfortably against the denim of his jeans.

michael quickly licked his lips, pressing them together in that nervous habit of his, pretending to fuss with the cuffs of his shirt as he tried to steady his breathing. he was terrified that if you looked up right now, you'd somehow see every sinful thought written across his face.

the guilt from those daydreams always ate at him later. it settled deep in his chest, making him feel sick for even letting his mind wander that far. he'd whisper quiet apologies to god on the drive back home and promise that it wouldn't happen again.

but then he'd see you the next day, and the cycle would repeat.

the very first time the boundaries cracked was a couple of weeks ago.

the house was full from a family gathering, and the distant chatter of his siblings echoed from down the hall. you were curled up against his side, one of your legs draped comfortably over his thighs while your fingers idly toyed with the buttons of his shirt. michael’s arm was stretched out along the back of the couch, holding you close while the pad of his middle finger slowly stroked back and forth against your leg. 

"i was thinking we try that little milkshake place tomorrow," you murmured, looking up at him with a smile. "the one down the street with the neon sign. you keep saying you wanna go."

michael nodded, but his mind was already completely somewhere else. his gaze had dropped, his half-lidded eyes slowly roaming over your face before sliding down to the bare skin of your collarbone. "mhm... yeah. okay," he murmured, his voice low.

you couldn't help the warm blush that rushed to your cheeks at the look he was giving you. "is something distracting you?" you teased.

his mouth curved into a small crooked smile, one that shows that he knew he was caught. "'m not distracted."

"no?" you smiled as he shook his head. you leaned up to press a soft kiss against his lips.

before you could even think about pulling back, michael’s hand came alive. his fingers slid up to cup your jaw, his long fingers dragging your face right back into his to completely cut off your retreat. though, the sweetness of the kiss was no longer there.

his mouth opened wide over yours, his tongue pushing past your teeth to slide deep into your mouth, tangling with yours deeply, stealing your breath. you let out a soft whine, your hands gripping his shoulders as his mouth grew hungrier, his lips sliding over yours in a way that made your ears ring.

his hands moved down to your waist, gripping you tight as he shifted his weight, pushing you backward until your back hit the plush couch cushions. he crowded right over you, his frame trapping you against the cushions as your legs opened and welcomed him in. the blunt pressure of his hard cock pressed perfectly against your core through his trousers. a low groan rattled in his chest as his hands slid down to cup your ass through your clothes as he dragged his length firmly up against you.

you let out a sharp gasp at the slide of it, your body trembling. hearing that little noise only seemed to drive him crazier. he loved it and wanted to hear more, so he gripped your hips and dragged you over him again, his own waist giving a nudge into you.

"michael, w-we shouldn't be doing this,” you managed to breathe out, breaking the kiss for a second, your chest heaving as you looked at him with wide eyes.

but he didn't let the words fully leave your mouth before he was leaning back in, capturing your lips again to swallow the rest of your protest. his mouth was so warm and wet, parting yours with a soft, demanding pressure that made your thoughts immediately start to scatter. you tried to hold onto the hesitation, but as his tongue slid back inside to tangle with yours, the worry melted out of your head, drowned out by the thick heat pooling in your belly.

his waist gave another firm nudge upward, his thick length grinding right against your soaking core. you let out a weak whine into his mouth, your fingers digging hard into his shoulders. michael groaned, breaking the kiss only to drag his lips down the line of your jaw, his breath puffing against your skin before he buried his mouth in the soft crook of your neck. he sucked gently at the sensitive skin there.

michael knew you both shouldn't be doing this. there was a small, nagging flicker of guilt at the back of his mind — the quiet voice of everything he'd been raised to believe about keeping things pure. every line drawn only existed until the moment he couldn't stand the ache anymore. but he was certain he was going to marry you one day, so did the rules even matter? it just felt too good.

so he continued to work you back and forth over his dick, his pelvis tilting upward to grind against you.

it wasn't like he was fucking you — but shit, now michael has a mental image of him fucking you, and it was not helping.

you felt exactly how hard he was beneath his pants, and the pressure of him against you only made you wetter. with each rut of his hips, your panties pressed deeper into your folds, soaking through the fabric and sending waves of pleasure through you.

you let out a whine that was a little too loud, the sound cutting through the room. michael’s eyes widened slightly in panic, his hand slid up to cover your mouth

"shh, y'gotta stay quiet f'me, honey," he whispered.

you nodded helplessly against his hand, your fingers clawing at his shoulders as he started to grind against you again. you let out a quiet gasp when your legs wrapped around his hips, pulling him down to press him even harder against you. the hard edge of his zipper caught on your clit with one upward push, sending a shock of pleasure through your body. and you were cumming before you could even think, his name slipping out of your mouth in a muffled cry as you squirmed against him.

michael looked down at you, his brows furrowing slightly as he breathed out. “christ, did y’just…”

but the way your hips were jerking against his was the only answer he needed. and with a low whimper, he was cumming too, his hips rutting into your lap as he spent himself, his cum soaking through his pants until a wet patch bloomed across the denim. his head dropped onto your shoulder, his whiny moans vibrating against your ear as his whole body went slack and melted against you.

the murmur of his family down the hall had felt miles away, drowned out by the sound of your ragged breathing. as the daze slowly cleared from his head, michael pulled back, his eyes still hooded and dark as he looked down between your laps at the ruined denim. a wave of guilt settled over the space.

you swallowed hard, looking up at him with nervous eyes. "michael... i can't believe we just did that."

he bit his lip, brushing his hand over his mouth. his fingers tapped lightly against his lips as his gaze roamed over your flushed face, grounding himself. his hand slid down to cup your jaw, his touch incredibly gentle as he leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead murmuring that it was okay, it didn't count because it wasn't actually sex.

since then, his mind was constantly working to find loopholes, finding ways to bend the rules to chase that feeling once more without feeling like he was betraying everything he stood for.

and it didn't take long for him to find his next excuse. a few nights later, tucked away in your bedroom, he talked you right out of your shorts, leaving you in nothing but thin cotton panties. you were already leaking through the material, the fabric turning damp from where your slick was pooling.

he knelt between your thighs. he could see the plump shape of your pussy from how they clung to you, almost see-through from how much your pussy wept for him.

he parted his lips and leaned in, burying his face into your clothed cunt. the heat of his mouth hit you right through the cloth, and a half-sobbed cry tore out of your throat, your hands flying down to clutch at his hair.

"o-oh, michael, fuck," you whispered, breathless, and he moaned in response — a sound so deep and guttural it vibrated straight to your core. it was filthy and hungry, like the sound of someone finally getting the thing they've been starving for.

his fingers hooked into the elastic of your panties, tugging the waistband up tight so the wet cotton wedged deep between your puffy folds. he began sucking your arousal off your underwear, pulling the cloth taut with his lips as his tongue flattened out to lap greedily over your clit. he was on high off the taste of you, letting out these high, whiny moans that vibrated directly into your clit.

"michael, t-this is so dirty," you whispered, your voice trembling as your hips twitched against his lips.

he paused, lifting his face just an inch. he looked so incredibly pretty from that angle, his dark eyes hooded and his full lips glistening with your moisture. "s'not dirty, baby," he rasped, his soft voice slurring slightly from need. "you're too sweet for it t'be dirty. y'taste heavenly..." his gaze flickered down between your thighs for a second. "...and your panties're still on, so 'm only kissin' you... right?" he looked up at you through his eyelashes, waiting.

hearing his soft words phrased like that made you squirm against the sheets, your hands flying to cover your eyes. you couldn't even form a proper answer, just letting out a tiny whine behind your palm that served as agreement.

his mind was already a mess of filthy thoughts. he was imagining what it would feel like to tear the fabric away with his teeth and drown his tongue inside your wetness, picturing how loud you'd scream if he was sliding his dick into this soaking heat instead of just his mouth.

driven by his own thoughts, he pushed the solid tip of his tongue hard against your entrance through the barrier of your panties. you could feel the blunt shape of it trying to poke inside your hole, stretching the cotton taut against your opening.

you let out a loud whine, quickly clapping a hand over your mouth to muffle the noise as your body bucked right off the mattress. your thighs started to tremble around his head, helpless as he ate you through the ruined cloth.

his tongue dragged up the damp fabric, slow and greedy, before his mouth sealed over your clit. he sucked hard through the wet cotton, making your thighs jerk around his head. michael was losing his mind, completely obsessed with the sweet taste of you soaking right through the cloth.

he groaned again, grinding his mouth deeper against you, smothering himself in your heat and slick as if he'd completely forgotten the cloth was even there. when your body tried to buck, his grip shifted, his large hands clamping onto your hips to pin you down.

he held you perfectly still.

he was fucking feasting, and your body knew it — your body was responding — every muscle tense, your thighs beginning to tremble.

your hands clutched at his hair, desperate, and you felt your own wetness smear hotter through the cotton as he shifted slightly, tongue tracing the edge of your panties now, like he was teasing himself just as much as he was teasing you.

he slowed down for a second, tormenting you by just pressing a soft, feather-light kiss right against your swollen clit — a touch so bare it made you cry out from the lack of pressure. his fingers hooked into the sides of your panties, tugging the fabric up tight so the wet cotton wedged deep between your folds.

with your underwear pulled taut, he used the flat of his hand to rub the soaked material back and forth against your peak, using the damp cloth to grind directly into your slick center until you were sobbing.

he dropped his mouth back down over your drenched center, his lips sealing over your swollen peak. you let out a broken scream, silently thanking god that no one was home as his tongue plunged back into the wet cotton, flattening out to lick you with broad strokes that had your hips bucking off the bed.

the relentless lap of his tongue was pushing you right over the edge, your chest heaved, your fingers knotting into his dark curls as you felt the coil tighten in your tummy.

"y'close, baby?" he asked, his voice so soft. he felt the tremors running through your body. he paused his licking for a second, keeping his lips pressed to your swollen nub.

"let go, sweetheart," he mumbled as he looked up at you. "c'mon. lemme feel you. i got you."

his voice was your final breaking point. he lapped at you again, his tongue moving in fast strokes, flattening out to press the drenched fabric deep into your aching folds.

"thaat's it... god, you're so wet," he groaned against your skin, his fingers digging into your hips to hold you still. "give it t'me, baby. let it out."

and then you were crashing over the edge. your back arched off the mattress, a loud, broken sob tearing from your throat as your orgasm hit you in violent waves. your hips jerked uncontrollably against his face. michael stayed buried right against you, lapping over your clit as he worked you through your cries, greedily drinking down every single drop of your release through your panties until your trembling thighs went slack.

the room fell silent again, save for the sound of your ragged breathing.

it wasn't like you didn't know any better. you knew that you weren't supposed to be doing this. but you just couldn't say no to him when he made you feel like this.

and his sweet words were like nectar in your ears, making it far too easy for him to turn wrong into right. if he wanted to push his excuses further, you were going to let him.

besides, you were already so wet, your slick coating your pussy, and he was still throbbing, rock hard and desperate against your hip. there wouldn't be any harm in helping him out too... right?

so when he crawled back up your body, peppering tender kisses over your cheeks, your nose, and your glossy lips, making you melt right into the mattress. he kissed you like you were something precious, his hands trembling as he shifted himself between your thighs.

"baby," he whispered against your mouth, his voice raspy with need as his fingers worked at his unbuckled belt, pulling his length free. "'m achin' so bad f'you. will y'let me jus..."

you were nodding even though he didn't even finish his sentence. he guided the broad head of his cock straight against your soaked panties. he dragged his length up and down the damp seam, pressing the wet cotton deeper into your puffy slit. you whimpered his name, your thighs trembling from how sensitive you still were from your orgasm.

michael moaned in response, his hips giving a gentle thrust into you. his dick ground right against your core, making you squirm under him. he continued his movement once more, dragging himself over your slick before his fingers reached down, hooking the damp elastic.

he pushed it to the side, exposing your bare cunt to the cool air. a quiet groan escaped him at the sight, his long fingers guiding his dick straight to your pussy. his thumbs pulled your folds apart, a string of slick catching and stretching between them before snapping, glistening under your bedroom light.

he bit his lip in concentration as he glided through your slick, letting out a shaky breath as his hot tip smeared up and down your aching folds.

you squirmed under his dark stare, feeling so exposed with the way he was looking down at you. "michael…" you whimpered, your thighs trying to press shut to hide yourself from him.

"no, no, baby, please don't hide." his hands flew straight to your thighs, pinning them open wide. his voice sounded pathetic as he looked down at you.

he guided his cock right back to your center, rubbing his shaft up and down into your folds. the hot tip caught right over your swollen clit, making your hips jerk into him. he bit his lip, his brows knit in concentration as he stared down at the filthy sight.

you lifted your head to look, letting out a soft mewl at the sight alone. his dick was so thick against you that your folds were barely visible underneath him, completely buried beneath his girth, which was probably why he had to pull you so far apart. both of you were so wet — a messy mix of your slick and his pre-cum coating his length and your skin until it looked like he’d already spent himself all over you.

he was hypnotized by it, and so were you.

his thumbs moved to press his dick firmly against your cunt, dragging it back and forth over your opening, and you gasped at the pressure. he was moaning so much you'd think he was actually inside you, his chest heaving as he worked himself against your wetness. he bit his bottom lip — feeling the overwhelming need to bite onto something, anything — as he gently guided the head of his cock through your silken, dripping folds, and oh—

his tip caught right on your drooling entrance, popping against your tight hole and making you buck up hard into him.

"o-oh god— baby," he breathed out, his whole body shaking.

he froze right there, dropping his forehead against your collarbone as he let out a long, ragged exhale. his hands squeezed your thighs, trying to ground himself and pull his head together.

"okay..." he muttered more to himself than to you, lifting his head to look down where he was pressed against you.

he started sliding his length up and down through your wet slit again, taking slow, careful strokes. he tried to keep it gentle, dragging his shaft over your folds, but you were driving him insane — your moans and how soaked you were. and with every slide down, the broad head of his cock kept nudging itself right into your wet opening.

the restraint barely lasted. his breathing went shallow, his chest heaving as the feeling of your slick on his dick wiped his mind clean. those slow glides turned into desperate, messy ruts before he even realized what he was doing.

his pace was speeding up. the broad head of his cock kept catching on your drooling entrance with every push, popping against the tight ring and threatening to slip in. your entrance was constricting around his sensitive tip as you bit down hard on your hand to muffle your loud mewls, but it was practically useless against the noises tearing from your throat.

"b-baby..." he choked out, his head dropping into the crook of your neck as he whimpered, his breath coming in hot, shallow hitches against your skin. "i-i can't... i can't—"

he squeezed your thighs tighter, his whole body shaking as he tried and failed to pull his hips back. he sounded out of breath, every word breaking apart in his throat as he dragged his wet head right over your swollen nub before pressing it right back against your tight opening.

"please, sweet girl... please jus'— jus' the tip?" his voice cracked, desperate against your skin as he practically sobbed the words out. "please let me jus' put the tip in."

you were already so dazed, your whole body aching for him. you brought your hands up to cup the back of his neck, your fingers tangling into his damp curls. you pulled him down closer, pressing your forehead against his as you let out a shaky sigh right against his mouth.

"o-okay, yeah, put it in," you whispered, your voice shaking as you spread your thighs just a little wider for him.

so he pulled his hips back slightly, the head of his dick barely hanging in before he pushed right back inside with a mewl. his hips slowly started moving back and forth, relishing the tight squeeze of your pussy gripping him every time he threatened to slip out.

but then he pushed forward just a bit more. you gasped at the new sensation rippling through you, a soft, wet squelch echoing between your thighs as he worked his tip in and out.

and of course, the fucking promise to wait flashed through your mind now of all times, but you couldn't help how good it felt to have his head stretching your walls. you couldn't help how your pussy was greedily sucking him in, only begging for more of him. you couldn't help the way your hips rolled up to swallow him deeper, or how your drooling center was coating his cock in your own slick.

michael was still trying so hard to fight his urges — desperate to keep his word and not push in more than the tip. but then your legs came up, wrapping around his waist and pulling him in deeper, shoving him further into your heat until both of you were gasping for air.

"s-shit, baby," he breathed straight against your lips, his whole body shuddering. your mind didn't even process the curse leaving his mouth — too overwhelmed by the fullness of him.

michael pulled back just enough to look at you, letting out a huff that was full of genuine disbelief. his cheeks were flushed dark, his eyes wide as he hovered over your face.

"did y'mean to do that?" he whispered as he looked down at where your ankles were locked around his waist.

heat rushed to your face. you bit your lip, unable to meet his gaze for a second before nodding softly. "i... i really want you, michael... so bad," you murmured, your voice barely above a breath.

the soft tone of your voice made his cock twitch against your walls. you bit back a tiny smile at the feeling, but he caught it anyway. he let out a quiet breath, a pretty, crooked smile spreading across his face. he bit down on his bottom lip, his eyes melting as they locked on yours.

"yeah?" he breathed. you nodded in response.

"can y'take the rest, baby?" he asked gently.

your brows furrowed in confusion. "the rest?"

you lifted your head, your eyes dropping down between your legs to see what he meant, and your jaw practically dropped. you froze as you realized he wasn't even halfway inside you. the girth of him had filled your entrance completely, so you'd assumed he was all the way in.

michael caught the exact moment it clicked in your head, letting out a soft chuckle. "oh, baby..." he cooed softly, his hand coming up to gently cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your cheekbone to soothe your wide-eyed shock.

"'s okay, sweet girl. 'm gonna go slow f'you, i promise. just tell me if it's too much."

you swallowed hard, your mind racing as you looked back up into his soft, reassuring eyes. you nodded, your fingers tightening around his shoulders. "okay... yeah."

he nodded back, taking in a steadying breath. holding your gaze, he tilted his pelvis forward and pushed deeper, burying another inch of his thick length inside you.

a gasp tore from your throat as your walls stretched wide around him, your hips twitching on instinct.

"still okay?" michael whispered, his voice straining as he held himself still.

"y-yeah... keep going," you whimpered out.

you couldn't bring yourself to look away. your eyes dropped back down, mesmerized as you watched the length of his cock slowly disappearing bit by bit into your wet opening. the sight of it made your cunt flutter around him.

michael let out a whimper at the tight squeeze, his hips accidentally bucking forward harder than he intended. he sank another two inches deep into your core, and a broken whine slipped out of your lips at the fullness stretching you open.

his thumb reached down, finding your swollen clit and rubbing the sensitive nub to help ease the stretch. the sharp sting melted into liquid heat.

"better?" he rasped, his thumb working you in tight circles.

"y-yeah... god, yeah," you moaned out, your head rolling back against the pillow as the pleasure washed over you.

michael watched your face intently, tracking every small twitch, every sharp inhale, and the way your features contorted in pure bliss. holding your gaze, he slowly tilted his pelvis forward, pushing deeper into your cunt. inch by inch, his shaft buried itself past your walls, stretching you open until he finally bottomed out, his pelvis grinding flush against yours.

you let out a broken gasp, feeling him so deep inside you it felt like he was reaching all the way up into your chest.

his cock gave a twitch deep in your gut, and a shaky "g-god..." scraped out of his throat.

you looked up at him, expecting him to be looking at your face or down where your bodies connected, but his hooded eyes were glued to your lower stomach.

you followed his gaze and caught your breath. there was an unmistakable, raised bulge sitting against the skin of your lower belly — the prominent shape of his dick pressing outward from inside your body. you could literally see the outline of his head tenting your skin from within, proving just how ridiculously deep he was buried inside you.

michael traced his thumb lightly over the rounded rise on your tummy, his mouth hanging open in awe as his whole body shuddered on top of you.

"look at you…" he rasped. a breathless groan spilled past his lips as he nudged forward just a hair more, watching the bulge shift under your skin. "takin' every inch… gosh, such a good girl."

the stretch was overwhelming, an aching fullness that made your toes curl into the sheets. you reached down, covering his hand where it rested on your tummy, feeling the heat of his palm pressed right over the spot where he was plugged into you.

"michael, please..." you panted, your hips twitching helplessly under him. "move... please."

and who was he to deny you? he lifted his head, his eyes locking onto yours as he pulled back, slowly dragging his length almost all the way out until just his tip was resting against your entrance before he plunged right back in, burying himself all the way to his hilt with a wet slap.

a loud cry tore out of your chest as he bottomed out again, your walls clamping down tight around him.

his pace picked up as he started working his hips in long, deep rolls, every thrust grinding his pelvis against your clit while his dick stretched your tight cunt. the squelching sound of your slick filled the room, loud and messy — a rhythmic plap plap plap echoing off the walls every time his hips slammed flush against yours.

"so wet for me," he whimpered against your jaw, his lips dragging down your neck to leave messy kisses while his hips pounded steady into your lap. "y'take it so good, sweet girl... look how deep 'm in you..."

he pressed down firm on the bulge on your belly right as he thrust deep, pushing his palm right into the swell of skin. the extra pressure was too much, making your hips jerk clean off the mattress as you writhed under him. you reached down, your fingers trying to push his hand away from your tummy.

"d-don't run, baby," he rasped, catching your wrist and guiding your hand up to grip the pillow, making sure you had something to clutch as you tried to find leverage. "y'asked f'this, didn't you?"

he leaned down and pressed his mouth over yours, capturing your lips while his hips kept grinding deep, burying himself flush against your pussy. you let out a whimper against his tongue, helpless as he worked you back and forth.

you were so close to the edge, your walls began to flutter around him. he felt the squeeze of your pussy gripping his dick and let out a broken gasp into your mouth.

"oh-oh... y'close?" he breathed, pulling back just enough to look at you, his dark eyes wide and hooded. "y'gonna cum f'me again, baby?"

you nodded frantically.

"yeah? c'mon baby... please cum on my— oh," he begged, his voice breaking into a whimpering mess as he slammed his hips forward again. "yes, yes, please... 'need to feel it,"

the snap inside you had you feeling like you were on cloud nine, fireworks bursting behind your eyelids. your chest heaved, your voice so hoarse from screaming his name that your moans completely cut off into dry hitches. you couldn't even form a real sound as a wave tore through your core, your cunt violently gushing and squirting all over his dick, soaking his thighs and drenching the sheets beneath you.

michael felt the warm spray coat his cock, his dark eyes widening before he thrust even harder into your gushing warmth.

"o-oh... y-you're..." his breath hitched, his brain completely short-circuiting at the sight and feeling of you squirting all over him. his head dropped as he gripped your hips tighter. "oh god—"

"that's it, give it all to me," he rasped, his voice a broken mess in your ear.

your walls kept pulsing around him, milking every inch of his dick while you spurted everywhere. he tried to hold out, but the coil in his belly was too much to fight. his hips stuttered, a wrecked groan tearing from his chest as he shoved himself all the way in, burying his face in your neck as his body finally gave out.

with a stretched out whine, he came deep inside you. thick streams of his release flooded into your core, filling you to the brim until his cock was covered at the base.

he kept moving, taking slow, languid thrusts as he rode out his own high. his dick pushed his milky white seed in and out of your walls. with every slide, the mixture overflowed from your entrance, pooling between your thighs and dripping onto the sheets below.

his head was buried in the crook of your neck, his breath coming in ragged hitches against your skin while you both lay there catching your breath.

your hand moved up lazily, your fingers playing loosely with his curls as you stroked the back of his neck. the room was silent except for your panting, until a soft sniffle broke through the quiet.

your brows pulled together, your hand pausing in his hair. you gently pushed his shoulder back to see his face. "michael?" you whispered.

a single tear streak was glistening down his flushed cheek.

"were you crying?"

"no," he immediately mumbled, turning his head away and trying to hide his face in your neck while his hand came up to clumsily wipe at his eye. "n-no i wasn't."

a soft laugh bubbled up in your chest, and you tried to tilt his chin back up so you could actually look at him. he was so cute. "michael, look at me."

he let out a soft huff, his cheeks flushing. "i-i don't know," he confessed quietly. "it just... it felt really good."

you couldn't hide the smile spilling across your face if you tried, your heart melting at him.

"don't make fun of me," he whined softly, hiding his face behind his hands.

"'m not, i promise," you murmured gently. you reached up, gently pulling his hands away, and caught both sides of his face, your hands holding his cheeks as you pulled him back down to kiss him tenderly.

when you pulled back, his eyes fluttered open, looking up at you through his long lashes with so much affection that it made your head spin.

his arms tightened around your waist, pulling you flush against him, holding you so close that there wasn't an inch of space left between your bodies.

tomorrow, the reality of what you'd just done would catch up to him. tomorrow, the guilt would return, and he'd have to face the stained sheets and the fact that every lie he'd told himself to justify this was gone.

he knew it counted — it always counted, you both knew it.

but for now, the unsaid truth hung quietly in the air, pushed aside just for tonight while all that mattered was the warmth of your skin against his, and the sound of your soft breathing as he held you tight.

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oh hey guys.. how are we doing on this fine day

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[helloaugustmoon]

[naturallykae]

now me personally, I think Mike was more a “dick” kinda guy. Can I see him saying “cock”? Idkkk if I can see it

[helloaugustmoon]

wait hold on bc I just read through all the comments on this post and this is the most enlightening discourse ever. I'm from England, have lived in various different areas here, n have ONLY heard "cock" used intimately by men of different races. "dick" is used very rarely and when it is, it's exclusively an insult thing, never in an intimate way. so is this a more American thing, that white American men are more likely to use "cock" while black American men are most likely to use "dick"? I love learning linguistic stuff like this and I genuinely had no idea penis-discourse was so varied even from just a cock/dick preference, can more people weigh in please? I am genuinely interested!!

[visualsbyaina]

they tried to bring him down like they did before he passed away, but we are here for him now, WE are not leaving him ALONE, fuck netflix, fuck bashir, fuck mottola, fuck the critics. Love always wins baby.

[helloaugustmoon]

i missed ur fics queen 😔😔😔😔💗💗

ur writings are my holy grail 🙏🏻🙏🏻

🥺🥺🥺 thank you SO MUCH for sending this through my angel, this is so incredibly sweet of you!! so glad you enjoy my works, I'm sorry I've been so inactive; ironically all I've BEEN doing has been thinking abt Mike just not writing abt him bc I'm a loser from loserville 🙏🏻😭

[helloaugustmoon]

happy Sunday to everyone except those who apparently "forget" Michael Jackson was black and proud of it 😍

[pvt-luv]

Bro I’m absolutely fucking heated like what are we doing like are we okay??????

I hate when people use Michael’s push for equality for some type of all lives matter talk.

Using that as a way to avoid backlash and say that people are pushing nonblack writers and readers out is insanity. ARE WE ON THE SAME TUMBLR!??!

Anyway I had to get the rant off my chest cause I felt like I was going insane

Y’all will be getting a thing or two from today

[aureliareadsss]

will read your fics with white person in mind specifically for u❤️😘

i mean if u wanna read abt a white woman putting shea butter on her dark skin that’s on YOU goofy 😭😭😭😭☠️☠️☠️☠️ enjoy your confusion

[helloaugustmoon]

some "I'm gonna read an x tall reader content as an objectively short person and ignore that it straight up is not about me" like......if you wanna read it go ahead but it's not somethin you can swap to fit you if it LITERALLY doesn't fit your description ml 🫶🏻😭

[urbanfunkchild]

new fic dropping this evening

can’t tell u the premise because it’s a secret….. but it’s mature/invincible era Michael!

y’all were gagging for old man Mike

[helloaugustmoon]

[helloaugustmoon]

this year the grief feels just a little heavier.

[helloaugustmoon]

I don't even want to think about tomorrow, but thinking about how many people there are - and how many more each and every year - who'll be thinking of him with love, makes it a little easier ♡

[helloaugustmoon]

bc one Michael Jackson shelf isn't enough, obviously

[helloaugustmoon]

I fear my MJ shelf has reached ultimate peak thanks to the Charlie Bear that I think resembles him in The Wiz and the Charlie Bear that I have renamed Bubbles for obvious reasons

[helloaugustmoon]

missing u queen 😔💗💗

ms girl worry not I am still very much here !!!!!!!!!! been rewatching the biopic multiple times everyday since someone I watch reaction content for on patreon posted it in full, and watching it in cinema 4 times was not enough 🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️🙂‍↕️

where on god's green earth did you think I went!

[proseandj]

▹ peaches n cream

michael jackson x black!reader

synopsis: your know your boyfriend can't contain himself around you. and now you're parading around in those little shorts? what’d you expect him to do?

warnings: smut (18+), mature!era michael, mike’s an ass man in this. (ngl i finished this while i was high so the ending may not be as good.)

There was a comfortable quiet in the house, a rare luxury that you and Michael always cherished. Sunlight streamed warmly through the kitchen windows, catching the steam rising from the hot skillet on the stove. You were completely in your own world, humming a soft melody under your breath as you flipped a perfectly crisped tortilla.

Your outfit was simple but comfortable. You sported a black crop top that showed off the soft curve of your waist, paired with matching, biker shorts that hugged your hips like a second skin and ended just below the smooth swell of your ass. Your braids—that michael paid to have done— were gathered up, pinned back into a ponytail that swayed slightly with every move you made.

From the hallway, you could hear the soft, rhythmic padding of slippers.

Michael descended the stairs with a lazy, relaxed expression as he dragged his feet across the floor. He looked edible. loose grey sweatpants that hung low but just right on his hips, and a worn white t-shirt that clung softly to his broad shoulders. His eyes—sleepy but incredibly sharp—immediately dropped straight to your ass.

He couldn’t deny he loved how you looked right now, sexy, but still soft. He loved that you were pretty, vibrant, and possessed a body that drove him completely insane. Now, Michael never really expressed having a favorite part of your body, he loved all of you, every crevice, every curve, every mark. He made sure to show his appreciation whenever he could. But seeing the soft, full cheeks of your backside practically peeking out from the bottom of those tiny black shorts had a sudden, heavy ache settling right into his groin. His mouth went dry, his mind immediately flooding with aggressive, filthy thoughts of pinning you against the counter, ripping those shorts down, and buried himself so deep inside you that you’d be screaming his name.

But for now, he played it cool.

He strolled up behind you, and slotted his chest perfectly against your back. He wrapped his long arms around your waist, his large hands immediately sliding down to rest on the bare skin just above your hips. He leaned down, pressing his lips to the warm skin of your neck, inhaling your scent.

"Whatchu’ cooking, peaches?" he asked softly, his voice a low, raspy gravel that vibrated against your skin.

You paused, the spatula hovering over the pan. "Chicken quesadill— wait, what’d you say?"

Michael smiled against your neck, his hands squeezing your waist a little tighter. "Whatchu’ cookin?"

"Nah— after that," you said, turning your head slightly to try and look at him.

"Peaches?" he murmured, the corners of his eyes crinkling as he attempted and failed to hide his cheeky smile.

You couldn't help the giggle that escaped you. "That’s new. Where’d you get that one from?"

Instead of replying, Michael let out a low, wicked chuckle. He slid his right hand down, his large palm cupping the full underside of your ass cheek. He gave it a firm, possessive pat that made a loud smack echo through the kitchen, his thumb digging into the soft flesh. He bit his bottom lip hard, his eyes darkening as he watched the skin bounce under his hand.

"Just saying how I see it, mama," he growled playfully, his fingers flexing, practically memorizing the weight of you in his hand. He pressed his hips forward, letting you feel the thick, heavy bulge of his erection growing hard against your backside through the fabric of his sweatpants.

You gasped softly at the impact, a delicious shiver traveling straight up your spine, but you forced a playful pout onto your face.

"Michael!" you whined, swaying your hips to try and shake his hand off, though you only succeeded in rubbing your bare skin deeper into his warm palm. You leaned over the stove, pretending to focus intently on cooking the the food. "Stop it. Go sit down somewhere, I'm tryna’ to make us lunch before it burns."

"Don't care if it burns," he mumbled, entirely unfazed by your weak attempt to push him away. If anything, your playful resistance only turned him on more.

He stepped even closer, his large frame completely enveloping yours. He didn't let go of you, instead, his fingers flexed, gripping the thick, soft flesh tightly, molding you against him.

“Mike, I'm serious," you laughed, using one elbow to gently nudge his chest, though your heart was already starting to hammer against your ribs from how close he was. "You’re in the way. Move."

"Don’t be like that, baby," he whispered, a soft—almost whiny— edge bleeding into his voice. He leaned down, his lips brushing the sensitive spot right beneath your ear, his teeth grazing your skin in a gentle, demanding nip. His free hand traveled up your stomach, sliding right under the edge of your black crop top to grip your waist, his thumb stroking your skin. "You look so good. Got me thinkin’ about doing all types of things to you on this counter."

You let out a breathy laugh, your head dropping back against his shoulder for just a second before you forced yourself to snap out of it. ‘Turn the stove off’, you reminded yourself. "Baby, if I don't get these out right now, we’re eating charcoal. Go."

He groaned, a deep, dramatic rumble against your back, but he finally let go of your waist. He gave your ass one last smack—firm enough to leave a sting—before stepping back. "You're cruel, pretty girl. Cruel."

When the food was finally done, he refused to let you sit in the chair across from him. Instead, the moment you attempted to sit down, he pulled you right into his lap. He ate his lunch with one hand, while his other hand stayed firmly planted exactly where he wanted it—tucked right under the hem of your shirt, his broad, warm palm resting flat against your bare stomach. His thumb made slow, possessive circles against your skin the entire time, his eyes tracking every movement of your mouth as you ate, reminding you with every look exactly what was coming later.

An hour later, the kitchen was clean, the dishes were done, and the house was quiet again.

Upstairs in the master bedroom, you were sprawled out in the center of the massive bed, laying flat on your stomach. You had your chin propped up on one hand, your legs bent at the knees as your feet kicked lazily in the air behind you.

You were trying to focus, trying to finish up the last few chapters of the book Janet had given you the last time she visited, but it was getting harder by the second. You could barely concentrate. That, and every time you moved, your shorts rode up just a fraction more, exposing more of the smooth curve of your backside to the cool air of the room. You turned a page, the mattress shifting slightly beneath you, completely unaware of how much of an invitation you were presenting to the man who was about to walk through the door.

The soft click of the bedroom door turning made you pause, your fingers stopping on the corner of the page.

Michael walked in, carrying a glassof orange juice, but the moment his eyes landed on the bed, he slowed his pace. The cool, calm and collected expression he wore downstairs was gone, replaced by a predatory gaze that made your stomach flip. He set the glass down on the nightstand with a quiet clink, never once breaking eye contact.

"You still reading, baby?" he asked, his voice noticeably deeper now— it always made your heart race.

"Trying to," you murmured, looking up at him through your lashes. "But I keep getting distracted."

Michael didn't say anything at first. He just stood at the edge of the bed, slowly sliding his feet out of his slippers. Your eyes automatically tracked his movements as he began to climb on the bed.

Predicting his move, you let out a loud squeal and quickly flipped over onto your back, abandoning the book entirely. As Michael attempted to hover over you, you brought your legs up, planting the soles of your bare feet squarely against his chest to block his advance, pushing him back down.

"Boy moveee, go away!" you laughed, using your feet to playfully push against him, trying to keep his heavy frame at bay.

Michael let out an amused chuckle, his large hands immediately coming up to grip your ankles. He didn't push past your defense right away. instead, he leaned into the pressure of your feet, testing your strength while giving you that look that told you he was loving every single second of the struggle.

"What, I can't even get some attention?" he whined playfully, his fingers flexing against your ankles as he leaned forward, trying to break through your guard. "You're gonna use force on me now, girl?"

"Yes, ‘cause you don't know how to behave!" you gasped out through your giggles, your core tightening as you pushed back against his chest, trying your hardest to nudge him away while his weight threatened to overpower you. The act of playfully fighting with Michael always got you going. Seeing how he could easily overtake you but just chose not to.

Michael let out a soft, dramatic groan, letting his weight relax just enough that you thought you’d won the battle. But instead of backing off, his hands shifted. His palms slid slowly down from your ankles, smoothing over the soft skin of your thighs with a gentle, deliberate squeeze that instantly made your toes curl.

He leaned his head down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss right to the sensitive center of your foot.

"You're so mean t’me sometimes," he mumbled against your skin, his voice dropping into that sweet, exaggerated whine he always used when he wanted to manipulate his way into your arms. He moved his lips lower, peppering a trail of light, ticklish kisses across your ankles before heading straight for your toes, nipping playfully at the tips.

A breathless laugh bubched up in your throat, the warm friction of his lips sending a sharp spike of heat straight to your core. You tried to pull your legs back, but his grip was firm, his eyes locked onto yours with a heavy, simmering heat that completely contradicted his innocent tone.

"Don't give me that," you said, rolling your eyes at his antics. But your voice lost all its bite, coming out soft, gentle, and completely breathless as he continued to worship your feet.

"Give you what, ma?" Michael murmured innocently. He slid his hands further up your calves, his fingers flexing against the smooth skin as he crawled his way up the mattress, his lips following the trail his hands were blazing. "I'm just a man lookin’ for some affection from his pretty girl. Is that so wrong?"

You had fully let your defenses down by now, any thought of fighting completely melting away under the warmth of his mouth. A throbbing ache settled deep between your thighs, your clit throbbing and pulsing with every soft press of his lips as he worked his way up your calves, past your knees, and finally trailed a path of burning kisses right onto your stomach.

The heat of his breath against your bare skin made your stomach flutter.

Completely helpless to the sensation, your hands moved instinctively. Your acrylic-clad fingers slid into his thick, black hair, the contrast of your nails against his scalp making him let out a low, pleased hum that vibrated right against your skin. You gently guided him, your fingers curling into his hair as he slowly angled his head upward, his dark, heavy-lidded eyes fixing onto yours with a look that promised he was done teasing.. maybe.

“Can I get a kiss?” he asked softly, and you completely melted.

The soft, vulnerable edge in his voice stripped away the very last of your resistance. Reaching down, you took his face in your hands, your fingers framing his jaw as you pulled him up to bridge the small distance between you. You brought his lips to yours in a few soft, lingering pecks, tasting a slight hint of orange juice.

“I love you,” he mumbled against your lips, his voice thick and breathless as he leaned over you.

“I love you too,” you breathed back, completely helpless to the hold he had on you.

“Let me show you how much I love you... please?” he pleaded, the word sounding like a sweet, desperate prayer as he slid his lips down to your jaw, then lower, kissing a burning trail down your neck.

You wanted to say no so bad. You really did. You wanted to prove a point, to show him that kissing on you and feeling up on your body wouldn't always get him exactly what he wanted. But.. you just couldn’t help yourself.

“Oh, fuck you...” you whispered, the curse completely devoid of any real anger.

As the words left your lips, your knees relaxed and your legs fell completely open for him, yielding to the heavy ache pulsing between your thighs.

“Atta girl,” he murmured, a deeply satisfied smirk playing on his lips as he pressed another soft kiss to your mouth before finally sitting up on his knees.

With two gentle, rhythmic taps to your thigh, you instinctively lifted your hips off the mattress, helping him slide your shorts down your legs in one fluid motion. He tossed them carelessly to the foot of the bed, but as he moved, his eyes caught the light hitting the fabric, his sharp gaze locking onto the small, dark wet spot blooming against the center of your panties.

A low, wicked chuckle vibrated deep in his chest as he looked back up at you, his eyes darker than before.

“Only kissed you and it got you this wet,” he growled softly, his fingers wrapping around your inner thighs to part your legs just a little wider, completely captivated by how much your body was craving him.

“Shut the hell u—” you started, a flustered heat rushing to your face, but the words quickly caught in your throat, dissolving into a broken, breathless gasp as Michael pressed his thumb directly to your swollen clit.

The sudden, searing contact sent a lightning bolt of pure pleasure straight up your spine, making your back arch off the mattress.

“What did I tell you about being mean?” he murmured, his low voice vibrating through the quiet bedroom. He didn't pull away, his thumb began to move with agonizing movement, rubbing delicate, agonizingly slow figure eights over your sensitive pearl.

You let out a shaky whine, your fingers instantly tangling into the sheets as the friction from the fabric of your panties began to work its magic. The thin cotton pressed tight against your swollen clit, every slow drag of Michael's thumb sending heat straight through your core. Your hips twitched, chasing the pressure, and a fresh rush of slick soaked through the material, making the glide even smoother and filthier.

Michael watched your reaction with intense fascination, a smug but deeply affectionate smile tugging at the corner of his lips. His eyes stayed locked on your face, drinking in every flutter of your pretty lashes and the way your full lips parted around another broken sound. He leaned his upper body down slightly, tracking the way your eyes fluttered shut and how your chest heaved as his thumb expertly memorized the rhythm that drove you crazy.The pad of his thumb circled tighter now, pressing harder through the soakef fabric, rubbing directly over your throbbing clit with practiced strokes that had your thighs trembling.

Your panties clung wetly to your folds, outlining every puffy outline as he worked you. Each pass of his thumb dragged the damp cotton across your sensitive flesh, the friction building hotter and wetter with every second. Your clit pulsed under the pressure, swollen and needy—you wanted to cum so bad. and Michael’s laughing at your despair was going to piss you off.

"Look at me, peaches," he commanded softly, the weight of his hand flexing against your inner thigh to hold you completely open for him. "Open your eyes f’me."

Your eyes fluttered open, heavy-lidded and glazed with pleasure. The moment your gaze met his, Michael's thumb stilled its torturous circles, and a soft, desperate whimper escaped your lips at the loss of contact, your eyebrows furrowing in frustration.

"Don’t gimme that face, pretty," he cooed, his voice pitching up into that sweet, almost childish tone that never failed to make your stomach twist. He pouted his lips, mimicking your expression with exaggerated sympathy. "You look so mad. Did I stop too soon?"

You nodded frantically, your hips chasing his hand as he pulled it away entirely.

"Use your words, baby," he said, tilting his head like he was talking to a fussy child. "Talk to me”

"Don't stop," you whined, the plea coming out breathless and desperate. "Please, Mikey."

"Please, Mikey, what?" He brought his thumb to his lips, sucking the small amount of essence from your panties with a soft "Mmm" that made your thighs clench. He never needed to do much to get you soaked. Any normal day, he would’ve given you more prep time—but something about him today makes him not want to waste any time with you. "Taste so good, mama. You want more?"

"Yes, yes, babe please—"

He giggled—actually giggled—a soft, boyish sound that was so in contrast with the dark hunger in his eyes. "Alright, let me make it better.” But instead of diving back in, he sat up on his knees, his hands finding your hips. "Turn over for me, baby."

"Turn over," he repeated. He gave your hip a gentle pat. "C’mon, show me that pretty arch."

You didn’t need to be told twice. You rolled over onto your stomach, pushing up to your hands and knees. This position always left you vulnerable and exposed, and you could feel Michael’s eyes practically burning into you and you couldn’t lie, a shiver ran down your spine.

"There she is," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave before climbing back up into that teasing tone. "Look at you, my beautiful girl. You look so good f’me, baby."

His hands came to rest on your hips, his thumbs tracing lazy circles against your skin. He leaned over you, his chest pressing against your back as his lips brushed your ear.

"You know what I was thinking about when I saw you in the kitchen?" he whispered, his soft voice making the filthy words feel almost innocent. "I was thinking about bending you over that counter n’ fucking you right there while breakfast burned."

A soft whine escaped your lips.

"But I'ma patient man," he continued, his teeth grazing your earlobe. "I can wait. And now I got you right where I want you, huh?" He pulled back, sitting up on his knees again. His hands slid down from your hips to your thighs, spreading them wider apart. "Look at this view. This is all f’me, isn't it?"

"Yes," you breathed, your voice muffled against the sheets. "What was that, baby? I didn't hear you." His hand came down on your ass in a light, playful slap, the sound echoing through the room.

"Yes!" you repeated, louder. "It's all for you, baby."

"What I like to hear." He smiled smugly, drawing out the words like honey. You felt his hands hook into the waistband of your panties—the ones he'd almost pushed aside earlier—and slowly, agonizingly, he pulled them down your thighs. He took his time, letting the fabric drag against your sensitive skin, letting you feel every inch of exposure. Watching as the only thing that connected you and the material was a long string of slick.

Michael softly sucked the air in through his teeth, his voice pitching up again with mock concern. “My poor baby..”

"Mike, c’mon..," you whimpered, your face burning with embarrassment and arousal.

"It's okay, it's okay," he said, his tone shifting to soothing. "I like it. I like when you're messy f’me. Means you want me just as bad as I want you."

He tossed the panties aside, and you heard the rustle of fabric—him pushing his sweatpants down. The sound of him spitting into his palm made your breath catch.

"You ready for me, angel?" His voice was soft, almost innocent again. "Tell me if it's t’much, okay? I'll be gentle."

The thick head of his dick pressed against your slick entrance, teasing, not pushing in. He dragged it through your folds, coating himself in your wetness, circling your clit with the tip until you were trembling.

"Mike— oh my God, please— just—“

"Just what, baby?" He pushed in just an inch, then pulled back out, leaving you empty and aching. "Tell me what you want."

"Put it in," you gasped, pushing your hips back against him, desperate to get any kind of friction going. it was almost embarrassing how quick you’ll get submissive and needy for him but at this point you didn’t care. "Please put it in."

"Aww, listen to you," he crooned, his voice dripping with that soft sweetness that drove you insane. "So polite. How can I deny my baby?”

And then he pushed in.

Slow. So damn agonizingly slow. He filled you inch by inch, his hands gripping your hips so tightly you knew there would be bruises tomorrow. A low, guttural moan escaped his lips, the confident facade cracking for just a moment as he felt you clench around him. "Damn, girl," he breathed, his voice rough and raw. "You always feel so good. So tight. So perfect."

He stilled once he was fully seated, giving you a moment to adjust. But his eyes weren't on your face—they were fixed on where your bodies met, watching the way your ass pressed against his pelvis.

"Shit," he whispered, almost to himself. He pulled out slowly, watching the way your skin stretched around him, the way your folds clung to his shaft. "Look at how good you look taking me."

He pushed back in, and his eyes stayed locked on your ass, watching the way it swallowed him whole. He reached down, his fingers tracing the place where you were joined, feeling the stretch of your skin around his dick.

"You're so tight, mama," he whined, his voice pitching up. "So fuckin’ tight. And this ass—" He gave your cheek a firm slap, watching it jiggle. "This ass is driving me crazy."

He began to move, setting a slow, deep rhythm. But his focus never wavered from your backside. He watched every ripple, every bounce, every shudder of your flesh as he fucked into you. "Look at it," he breathed, his voice filled with awe. "

He pulled out almost entirely, leaving just the tip inside, and then slammed back in. The force of it sent a visible shockwave through your cheeks, a ripple of flesh that made him groan.

"Fuck!—right there. Do that again."

He did it again, harder this time, watching the way your ass bounced and clapped against his thighs. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, wet and rhythmic, punctuated by your breathless moans.

He reached forward, grabbing handfuls of your ass, squeezing the soft flesh in his palm. He spread you open with his thumbs, watching the way his dick disappeared into you, the way your glistening folds gripped him.

“God, I love this ass," he murmured, his voice dropping into something darker. "I love the way it feels, the way it looks, the way it bounces when." He leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the curve of your spine. "I could watch this forever, baby, you hear me?"

He picked up his pace, his thrusts becoming faster, harder. Each one sent a ripple through your backside, a wave that he couldn't tear his eyes away from. The squelching sound of your wetness mixed with the sharp slap of his hips against you, a filthy symphony that echoed through the room.

“Mikey—baby, I—I'm gonna—"

"I know, lovely, I know," he cooed, his voice cutting through the grunts. "I can feel you clenching around me. You're close, aren't you? You're gonna cum on this dick?"

"Yes—yes—"

"Cum for me, then," he commanded, his voice soft but firm. "Cum for me, and I want you to watch. I want you to look back and see what I see."

You turned your head, your vision blurry with tears of pleasure, and you saw it—the way your ass bounced with every thrust, the way his hands gripped your hips, the way his dick disappeared into your wet, swollen flesh.

"That's it," he breathed, his eyes meeting yours in the dim light. "That's my baby. Now cum f’me."

The sight of it—the raw, filthy visual of him taking you from behind—pushed you over the edge. You came with a cry, your body shuddering, your walls clamping down around him. He kept thrusting through your orgasm, watching the way your backside continued to bounce even as you trembled and shook against his abdomen. But he didn't slow down. He kept going, chasing his own release, his pace becoming erratic and desperate.

"Shit, shit, shit—" he gasped, his voice breaking. "You feel so good, mama. So good. I'm so close."

He was pounding into you now, each thrust harder than the last, the sound of your bodies slapping together filling the room. His grip on your hips was bruising, his breathing uneven, his composure completely shattered. And then, in a moment of pure, unfiltered desperation, the words tumbled out of your mouth before you could stop them.

"Please, daddy—please cum inside me."

The effect was instant. Michael let out a sound you'd never heard from him before—a broken, guttural moan that seemed to be ripped from the very depths of his soul. His hips stuttered, his rhythm falling apart completely, and you felt him bury himself as deep as he could go.

And then he came.

Harder than he ever had before. You felt his release flooding you, hot and thick, pulsing in wave after wave. He kept thrusting, shallow and short, milking every last drop, his moans turning into whimpers as he rode out the most intense orgasm of his life.

When he finally stilled, he collapsed against your back, his forehead pressed to your spine, his breath coming in gasps. His body was trembling against yours, and you could feel his heart pounding through his chest.

He stayed inside you for a long moment, neither of you moving, neither of you speaking. The only sound was your heavy breathing, the sticky wetness of his cum leaking out around him

Finally, he pulled out slowly, and you felt the rush of his cum spilling out of you, trickling down your inner thighs and pooling on the sheets beneath you. He flopped down beside you, pulling you into his arms despite the mess, burying his face in your neck.

"You called me daddy?"

You huffed playfully, your body still trembling. "Don’t make it weird."

He shook his head, his eyes wide and dazed, a goofy grin spreading across his face. "Never that, baby. But you gotta warn me before you pull out them big guns."

You snorted, reaching up to brush a wet strand of hair from his forehead. "I didn't plan it. It just—came out…I don’t know."

"Well, it came out, and I came hard," he said, laughing at his own joke. He pressed a kiss to your lips, soft and tender, you couldn’t help the soft chuckle that escaped your lips as you shook your head, "You’re stupid”

"I love you too."

He pulled you closer, pressing kisses to your parted scalp, your forehead, your nose. The sticky mess between your legs was starting to dry, and the sheets were ruined, but at this point neither of you really cared.

After a long, comfortable silence, you spoke again, your voice muffled against his chest.

"All of this," you said, gesturing vaguely at the tangled sheets, the sweaty bodies, and the slick mess between you. "All of this over some damn shorts."

[helloaugustmoon]

the concept of Michael certified-thick-thigh-toned-leg-loving Jackson being an ass man...