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hii im angel, i made this sideblog for michael and so i could put my thoughts somewhere else than my head. i'll probably write male!reader x michael drabbles from time to time, i forget tumblr exists every few months :p plus theres a DROUGHT of male reader fics.

im black + asian, 19 and Like really really gay. Expect rlly homosexual self indulgent fics :)

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#michael jackson #Just gay and agitated girl.

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( ˶°ㅁ°) !! 0.4k, suggestive/nsfw fluff ) husband!michael jackson x fem wife!reader: you're head over heels with michael's new figure <3

you can't help but love how thick michael's gotten. how, when he stretches and his shirt rides up, you can see the smooth expanse of his lower belly, just begging to be rubbed and kissed on. how his thick thighs look when he's seated (and how his already-big hands look resting against them). how the bed dips slightly when he climbs into it, unused to the increased weight. how his strong arms feel whenever they're wrapped around you, firm, grounding, certain— oh, what a man your man has become! thicker than a snicker and tastier than one, too!

"mmm," he hums gently, his thumbs running along the arches of your feet as you rest in bed, watching a movie. michael lets one hand slide up, feeling over the skin of your shin before he crawls closer, pressing his body against your side. as he cuddles you, you become overly aware of the heat of his stomach against your own, his thickness jostling against your frame through thin night-time layers. another content hum slips from his lips, and then he settles, resting one hand along your thigh before closing his eyes.

it's an innocent moment. a familiar one, even, a bout of romantic domesticity. the innocence does nothing, however, to ward off the carnal desires that begin to consume you; what you wouldn't give to have him pounding into you, tonight...

"what's on your mind?" your husband asks sweetly, "your heart's racing. is it me?" a childish smile dances along his lips as his eyes slowly open to search your face.

"it's always you," you reply, though you don't expand any further than that, keeping your gaze on the screen.

rmichael presses a kiss to your shoulder regardless, smiling against your skin. "you're such a nasty woman," he remarks quietly, "i can see it in your eyes."

"you can't see anything, michael."

"baby, i can see everything," he pauses, then adds, smirking, "i can see that you're a pervert, at least."

"don't call me that," you huff, shaking your head.

"don't be mad, honey. i like you this way." michael lets his voice slide lower, the hand along your thigh gliding upwards as he shifts to properly lay beside you. "open your heart to me, baby," he whispers, parting your legs with a firm grip so that his hand can easily reach you. his stomach and chest are a wall against your side, well-built and unmovable. "let me give it to you."

you might still be annoyed, mildly, with his calling you a pervert... but when your husband's mashed against you like that, with his meaty thighs against your own and his long, graceful fingers tracing the heat between your thighs? you're more than happy to let him give it to you all night long.

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community needs more dad bod michael content; i'm willing to do my part, i need other fic authors to do the same. need to feel his belly against my ass/back when he hits from behind, need to rest my head against his meaty thighs when i'm done sucking him off </3 sighhhh i need papa. like just imagine telling big daddy mike "relax baby you don't have to do any work tonight" and bouncing on it while he watches, letting your hands roam his stomach and chest as you bring yourself closer & closer, and michael's biting his lip as he watches you come undone. genuinely let me tell you how i got this ring...

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I thought of a fanfic about Michael in his mature era with a reader as capricious as Regina George from Mean Girls; you would write it beautifully. (English is not my first language)

( ˶°ㅁ°) !! 0.8k, fluff ) boyfriend!michael jackson x fem "regina george"-type reality tv actress!reader <3

opposites attract, right? that's the narrative the public goes with when it's revealed that you're dating michael jackson, of all people. he's a humanitarian, a soft-spoken singer who speaks often of creating and sharing love, and you're a reality tv actress whose got more quoted moments than any of your costars due to your subtle viciousness. your blatant differences aside, however, the two of you are entirely smitten with each other, and are usually spotted together in makeshift disguises.

it's not rare for you to roll your eyes as other people speak, tired of their idiocy. being a diva just comes naturally to you, you can't help it! it's not your fault that you're smart (calculating), and it's certainly not your fault when other people can't keep up with you.

"people forget that a good read, a read with class, tends to require some knowledge," you muse on the tv, legs crossed as you face the confessional camera, "i don't think any of the girls here have opened a book since they graduated high school. i don't even think they read tweets that're over twenty words long."

"i still stand by that," you declare, watching yourself from michael's couch, "those girls were dumb." he loves watching your show when it airs, and even though you already know what's going to happen (filming took place months prior), you always make time to sit down and watch it with him.

"you're silly," he replies, wrapping an arm around your shoulders before kissing your temple. silly, for him, can mean anything. stubborn, sassy, funny, petty; it's always used endearingly, regardless of what he really means beneath it.

you're very protective of your man. michael swears up and down that he doesn't care about what the media says, but he secretly appreciates when you handle sly comments for him. he never lets you cross the line (he quickly realized that when they go low, you tend to go lower) but he does let you defend him when you feel like you have to. and god help whatever woman decides to try her luck and flirt with him— "we're not doing autographs right now, sweetie," you cut in, flashing a tight-lipped at the other woman.

as the two of you continue dating, making it past the one, three, and six months marks, everyone starts to accept that the relationship is actually serious. it's more than a gag or a publicity stunt, it's genuine love. michael softens out your rougher edges, always encouraging you to be more considerate, while you inspire him to stand up for himself more and to stop trying to please everyone. it's not always perfect, but it's a relationship you're both willing to work for.

there are tons of photos of you and him walking around in disguises, hand in hand. there's even a small community dedicated to collecting these candid photos! the pictures themselves tend to be quite funny, not only because you and michael are just highly recognizable regardless of what you have on, but because they're unpolished and taken at random angles.

there are definitely times when your boyfriend has to stop you for your own sake. you might dismiss him at first ("i'm a grown woman, michael, i can do as i damn well please.") but he usually gets his way by the end of the day.

"mm-mm," he hums, letting slip a close-lipped, nasalized version of 'uh-uh', "i don't like that text, mama."

you pause mid-typing, glancing up. "tweet, michael. and miss wannabe-sherlock-holmes started it when she brought up my ex-husband, knowing her current husband has the personality and build of wet cardboard."

okay then. "right, but you don't have to say all that back," he says, making eye contact with you, "and your tweet says way more than wet cardboard."

"creative liberties and free speech, baby," you chime, thumbs continuing to tap along your screen. "she's got to learn..."

"you're wasting your time on her," michael points out, "letting her get to you. you're better than that, aren't you?"

"she's got to learn, michael—"

he cuts you off quickly, his gaze growing firm, "no, no, no. answer me. are you better than that, yes or no?"

"michael—"

"yes or no?"

you can huff, scoff, and roll your eyes all you like. michael doesn't care, so long as you put the phone down (and you always do). he leans over after, rubbing your shoulders and cooing into your ear sweet things, knowing you'll melt back into his arms.

"that's my girl," he whispers, "let's put that energy towards something else, hm?"

michael loves when you pretend to blow him off. he just loves being immature with you, loving you as though he's still in his twenties. he loves a good playful argument, a small back and forth ("don't even, michael, i'm done" and "don't be like that, mama, let me fix it for you" all because he ate the last ice cream sandwich). you two absolutely drive everyone else in the family nuts because you're down to tease each other anywhere.

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somewhere along the line i think this veered from regina george to nene leakes but they're also kind of similar in my mind? + mariah carey inspo omg. i think i left this piece vague enough for this to still be read as age gap for those of you who like that, but i personally imagined reader to be in her 40s w michael. good and grown... idk there's smth so sexy abt being grown and having ur own money and just dating and being playful... like you dont even need or want michael's money/fame, and you've dated/married before so you know what you like and dont like. the relationship deff started as a "we'll see where this goes" and it ends in a huge marriage. ik reader & janet wld have a ki...

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⋆˚࿔ visual learner ;1979 - michael jackson

𑣲. description: you tutor your student, michael through his math homework, but the session gets heated with kisses and touching. after a distracting make-out session, you refocus and he proudly solves the final problem with your guidance.

content: 18+, smut, making out, dry-ish humping, cunnilingus, sub!michael, inexperienced!michael, dom!reader, the term ‘mama’ is consistently used, YALL I HAD A BALL WRITING THIS ONE

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ the television hummed softly in the corner of the room, its light flickering across the cream-colored walls of hayvenhurst. some old comedy played in the background, forgotten almost as quickly as it spoke, reduced to nothing more than quiet laughter and moving shadows.

spread across michael’s bed were loose sheets of notebook paper, sharpened pencils, a calculator, and an algebra textbook that looked as though it had been opened only under protest.

michael sat cross-legged with his chin resting in his hand, eyebrows pulled together in concentration. across from him, you tapped the eraser of your pencil against the page before sliding it toward him.

“try it again.”

he sighed dramatically.

“i did.”

“no,” you smiled patiently, “you guessed.”he looked up at you with the most offended expression he could manage. “there’s a difference?”

“a very big one.” you said with a small smile. a laugh escaped him as he leaned back against the headboard, rubbing a hand over his face.

you had become somewhat of a quiet name around los angeles. despite only being nineteen, word traveled quickly whenever parents spoke to one another. if their child was failing mathematics, chemistry, english, or nearly anything else, someone always seemed to know your number.

you had spent years tutoring students from every corner of the city—children who dreaded homework, high school seniors desperate to pass exams, even college freshmen who admitted they needed help understanding lectures they’d been too embarrassed to ask about.

your age often surprised people, but it never took long before your patience, intelligence, and calm way of explaining things spoke louder than any résumé ever could. somehow, that reputation had eventually reached the jackson family. and now, here you were. tutoring michael jackson.

you pointed back to the equation. “what’s the first thing we do?”

“…cry?” he sighed. you couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped. “michael.”

“i’m serious.” he whined, clearly frustrated with the work in front of him. “you’re being dramatic.” you responded calmly.

“a little.” he admitted as he tapped his pencil on the paper. “a lot.” you groan. he smiled sheepishly before finally lowering his pencil to the paper.

“…parentheses first.” your voice spread through the room as your eyes stayed glued to the paper, watching him write. “good.”

“then exponents.” he spoke softly, eyebrows furrowed in slight confusion, although he was correct. “see?” you said, folding your arms. “you know more than you think.”

he glanced sideways at you with a grin. “only because you’ve made me do this three times.”

“and you’ll probably do it a fourth.” you giggle while running your fingers through your curls. he groaned loudly, letting his head fall backward onto the pillows as another burst of canned laughter echoed from the television.

for a moment, neither of you said anything. the room settled into a comfortable silence filled only with scribbling pencil lead, distant movie dialogue, and the occasional quiet chuckle whenever one of michael’s exaggerated complaints broke the concentration.

for someone who performed before thousands without fear, being corrected over algebra by a nineteen-year-old tutor somehow remained one of the most humbling parts of his week.

michael groans in frustration, bangs his head gently against the bed as he stares at the new problem in front of him. you're sitting cross legged next to him, both of you on his bed surrounded by textbooks and notepaper. "i don't get any of this…" he admits quietly, glancing over at you with those sad puppy eyes he gets when he's struggling.

you smile softly, noticing his frustration. "hey, it's okay," you say gently, closing the textbook and setting it aside. "let's take a break for a bit." michael nods gratefully, running a hand through his hair again as he leans back against the headboard beside you on his bed.

as you both watch the movie, michael can't help but be aware of how close you're sitting. every time you lean over to point something out on the screen, he gets a whiff of your perfume. he's trying to focus on the action scene, but his mind keeps wandering. "you know,"

"you're really good at explaining stuff," michael says suddenly, breaking the silence. he clears his throat, looking down at his hands folded in his lap. "i mean, i guess that's why my parents pay you to tutor me, right?" he adds quickly, trying to play it cool.

you smile at his words, feeling a warmth spread through you at the compliment. "well, i do my best," you reply softly, glancing over at him. "i like helping people understand things better. it's rewarding when it finally clicks for them." you pause, noticing how nervous he seems.

the scene on the screen intensifies as the two characters share a passionate kiss under the moonlight. michael shifts uncomfortably beside you, suddenly very aware of how close your faces are. he can feel your warmth, smell your scent even more clearly now. his heart starts pounding in his chest abruptly…

"you're staring," you murmur softly without looking away from the screen. michael snaps his gaze back to the movie, face heating up. "no i'm not," he lies poorly. on screen the characters part ways, both looking flustered. michael swallows hard, his leg bouncing nervously. "the movie's kinda..." he trails off, unable to finish.

"boring?" you echo, turning your head to look at him finally. "really? this is like, the most anticipated movie of the year." you point at the screen where the characters are making out heavily. "and you're telling me you don't like romance?" you raise an eyebrow, a small smirk playing on your lips.

michael shifts again, avoiding your gaze as the characters on screen get even more heated. "no, i just— never really..." he trails off, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "never experienced it, i guess. romance, i mean." his voice gets quieter, awkward. on screen the couple is practically melting into each other now. he clears his throat.

you watch the scene play out, feeling a pang of understanding for michael's discomfort. as the couple finally breaks apart on screen, you turn back to him, your expression softening. "wait," you say suddenly, realization dawning on your face. "so... you haven't had your first kiss yet?"

michael nods slowly, his face turning red. "no, not yet," he admits quietly, avoiding your eyes. he shifts uncomfortably, pulling his legs up beside him. "it just... never happened. nothing serious. i've never had a girlfriend or a... a kiss or anything." he gestures vaguely, still staring at the movie on screen like it's a shield.

"it's a nice feeling though," you say softly, thinking back to your first kiss. you don't notice how michael tenses beside you. on screen the couple is kissing again, slower this time. michael swallows hard, his heart racing. "could you—" he starts, then stops, clearing his throat. "could you teach me how?"

"god michael," you breathe out, trying to sound firm but your voice comes out softer than intended. you run a hand through your hair. "this is supposed to be professional. i'm your tutor." you glance at him, seeing the vulnerability in his eyes. on screen the couple is in a clinch now, but your attention is entirely on him. something in your stomach flips.

michael nods eagerly, grasping onto your professional excuse. "exactly," he says quickly. "i'd be learning something new. it's... it's educational, right?" he asks with a small, hopeful smile. on screen the girl presses herself against the guy, kissing him deeply.

you let out a laugh, shaking your head at his ridiculous excuse. "educational," you repeat, rolling your eyes. but something about the way he's looking at you, so earnest and hopeful, makes your resolve crumble. god, he's cute when he's nervous. "fine," you mutter, shifting so you're both sitting against the headboard, knees practically touching.

you take a deep breath, trying to sound professional despite the intense situation. "okay, so the first step is... eye contact," you say softly, looking into his deep brown eyes. michael swallows hard, completely captivated by your face inches from his. "then you... tilt your head slightly,"

you demonstrate by tilting your head to the side, breaking eye contact to look down at your hands folded in your lap. "and then... then you just press your lips together gently," you explain, biting your bottom lip unconsciously. michael's eyes dart to your mouth, his heart pounding in his chest. "it's simple, really."

michael nods slowly, his eyes never leaving your lips as you explain. "also," you continue, looking away again to gather your thoughts, "you can use your hands to hold their face gently if you want. it makes it more... intimate." michael swallows hard, imagining his hands on your cheeks.

"or you can—" you start to say, but then suddenly your words are cut off by warm lips pressing gently against yours. michael's hand cups your jaw, tilting your head exactly like you demonstrated. the kiss is soft and a little clumsy, but incredibly sweet.

you both pull away slowly, your eyes fluttering open. michael looks nervous immediately, his hand dropping from your cheek. "god maybe i shouldn't have—" he starts, but you cut him off by touching his arm gently. "no," you say softly,

you take his hand and guide it around your waist, pulling him closer. "It's good to touch all over, not just the face," you continue to explain softly, your lips brushing against his as you speak. michael's arm wraps around your waist automatically, pulling you even closer. "like here…?”

michael bites his lip, looking at your mouth again. "so... hands can go other places too?" he asks quietly, his hand pressing gently into your side. you nod, biting your lip back at him. the tension between you is palpable now, electric.

"mmhm," you whisper, your hand sliding up into his soft afro. before he can even react, you're pressing your lips back to his, deeper this time. michael lets out a surprised muffled sound against your mouth, his hand on your waist tightening possessively as he kisses you back eagerly.

you pull away slowly, your hand moving from his afro to cup his jaw gently. both of you are breathing heavily, lips swollen and pink. michael looks completely dazed, pupils dilated. "that was..." he starts, but you hush him softly. "there's also..." you pause, your thumb stroking his cheek, "using tongue." michael blinks rapidly, "tongue?"

"so, you can part your lips a little," you demonstrate slowly, "and gently push your tongue into their mouth." michael watches intently as you part your lips slightly. "but go slow," you add softly, "and let them respond before you... explore deeper."

michael nods eagerly, his other hand moving to your face. he pulls your bottom lip down gently with his thumb, opening your mouth for him. before you can say anything, he's leaning in and pressing his lips to yours again, this time pushing his tongue into your mouth slowly just like you showed him.

you let out a soft moan into his mouth, your arms wrapping around his neck automatically. michael's hands tighten on your waist and face, pulling you onto his lap without breaking the kiss. he deepens the kiss instantly, his tongue exploring your mouth eagerly now that he knows he's doing it right.

you both kiss messily for a few seconds, lips parted and tongues tangling. then michael breaks the kiss to trail soft kisses down your neck, making you let out a soft whimper. he's completely lost in you, his hands roaming gently over your back and hips.

you try to push him away gently, your voice shaking as you say "we... we shouldn't be doing this." but your hands are still tangled in his afro, pulling him closer instead of pushing him away. michael ignores your protest, kissing a particularly sensitive spot on your neck that makes you gasp.

you pull away slightly, trying to say something but your words are cut off as michael's hands suddenly grip your hips tightly and pull you flush against him. you can feel his growing arousal through his jeans, grinding right against where you need it most. it catches you completely off guard and makes your mind go blank.

michael starts to talk, his voice low and husky as he grinds you against him again. "see? this feels good, right?" he whispers, his hands squeezing your hips possessively. "your body likes it... i can feel how wet you are through my jeans." he kisses your neck again.

you bite your lip and let out a soft whine, your hips starting to move against him of their own accord. "michael..." you whisper, trying to sound stern but failing miserably. he just smirks against your neck, his hands encouraging your movements. "see?"

michael tilts his head eagerly, desperately searching for your lips. when he finds them, he kisses you deeply, both of you grinding together in a slow, messy rhythm. saliva drips down your chin as your mouths clash together, tongues tangling. his hips move against yours, catching your soaked core with every deliberate grind. "so good," he whimpers into your mouth. “shit, it feels amazing” you moan out softly.

"fuck, you're so wet," michael whimpers, his fingers digging into your hips as he continues to grind you against him. "keep talking to me like that," he begs, his voice trembling as he presses his forehead against yours. "tell me i'm doing good, please."

"you like when i talk to you baby?" you tease breathlessly, your nails digging into his shoulders. "is that why you let me tutor you? just to hear me?" michael shudders at the pet name, your words making his clothed cock twitch hard against your soaked pussy. "yes... fuck yes," he whimpers, grinding harder. "need to hear you..."

"you like when i teach you nasty things like this?" you murmur against his neck, sucking gently on a spot that makes him gasp. "your poor tutor teaching you how to be so filthy..." you tease, grinding your hips against his hard length. michael tilts his head back, exposing his throat to you completely. "fuck yes," he whimpers, his hips bucking up into yours.

you pick up the pace, grinding faster against him as your lips move to his ear. "is this making you feel good baby?" you murmur, rolling your hips in a deep circle that makes him moan. "all these kisses, all this grinding... see what you been missin out on?" michael whimpers, his whole body trembling against yours. "everything," he confesses breathlessly.

"mhm, i know you love it, michael," you hum softly, your voice like velvet against his ear. "so innocent... yet so fucking nasty." your words make his hips jerk sharply, pulling a needy whimper from his chest. "only you can make me like this,"

"yea? only me baby?" you murmur, grinding your hips in a slow circle against his. michael groans, completely unraveling beneath your hands. "yes... fuck yes," he admits, his voice cracking with raw honesty. "i like everything about you. your voice, the way you touch... the way you talk dirty to me..." his cheeks flush deep.

you keep grinding against him, mouths locked in a messy, open-mouthed kiss. saliva coats both your lips as the tv plays something meaningless in the background. several papers slide off the bed, forgotten, as your bodies move together in perfect rhythm. michael moans into your mouth, his fingers tangling in your hair. "your voice... when you tell me i’m doing good..."

you grind down on his print in his jeans, your wet heat soaking through the fabric. "yeah? you like when i praise you?" you murmur, your lips brushing against his ear. you start to move your hips in a slow, figure-8 pattern, making him gasp.

"fuck yes mama," michael moans quietly, his head falling back against the pillows. "i like everything you do... especially this." he bucks his hips up to meet yours, clearly visible through his jeans. "you're so good at this, god..."

you keep your eyes locked on his as you caress his flushed face with one hand, studying the way pleasure spreads through his features. his eyes look wild and heavy-lidded, his mouth hanging open. you notice every small detail—the way his lips part at every grind, the soft whimpers that escape despite his attempts to keep quiet. a dark thrill hits you as you watch.

"i need—" michael starts, but a particularly deep grind cuts him off with a broken moan. his whole body tenses beneath you, hips thrusting up desperately. you slow your grinding, watching his face twist with unmet need. "what do you need baby?" you coo, running your thumb across his bottom lip. "tell mama. use your words."

"god, i just need— i need more of you," michael finally manages to get out, his voice strained and pleading. his hands grip your hips tightly, trying to pull you closer even though there's no space left between you. "please, i need... fuck..."

you sit all the way up, hovering over him, your finger trailing along the button of your jeans. "you need me to take these off for you, baby?" you ask sweetly, your voice dripping with promise. michael's eyes go wide, his breath catching at the suggestion. his whole body trembles, his hips tilting up desperately. "fuck yes,"

you stand up slowly, keeping eye contact as you slide your jeans down, kicking them off with a satisfying smile. michael's breath catches, his eyes glued to your body. you nod at him, signaling for him to remove his jeans too. he scrambles to obey, yanking his jeans off so fast you think he might break something. "please come here…mama,"

you sink back over his lap, settling into place as his eyes immediately snap to your delicate lace panties. they contrast sharply with your flushed skin, leaving little to the imagination. his adam’s apple bobs as he stares, his gaze lingering on how the fabric curves around your hips. "fuck yes..." he breathes, his hands hovering at his sides like he's afraid to touch.

you lean back against his chest, feeling his hard length press against your ass through his boxers. "we have to stay like this baby," you murmur softly, "we can't go too far." michael's arms wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against him. "i know, mama,"

"good, baby good," you whisper against his neck, kissing him gently. "now keep—" but before you can finish your sentence, michael suddenly flips you over so he's on top instead. his eyes burn with intensity as he hovers over you, his hands holding yours above your head.

"c-can i taste you mama?" michael asks nervously, his voice cracking with need. "i wanna make you feel good." his hips already start moving on their own, dry humping against you through your underwear. "please... let me try?" his eyes are almost begging.

you don't give him an answer, just tilt your head back and murmur, "kiss me." michael doesn't hesitate, leaning down to capture your lips immediately. he's desperate, kissing you sloppily, tongue pushing past your lips demanding entry. his hips keep moving even as he kisses, grinding against your lace panties. "mmmph—"

"okay baby, yes you can..." you whisper softly, running your fingers through his hair. "i just wanted to see how much you've learnt." michael's eyes meet yours briefly before he continues kissing down your neck and collarbone, his hands already moving to hook under your underwear.

michael kisses down your neck eagerly, sucking and biting gently as he hears your permission. "i've learnt a lot mama," he murmurs against your skin, his hands roaming over your body possessively. "i wanna make you feel so good..."

"show me then, baby," you say clearly, giving him explicit permission. "i want to see everything you've learned." michael's eyes light up, his confidence growing instantly. "yes mama," he breathes, kissing down your body slowly like you taught him.

michael kisses his way down your stomach, his tongue dipping into your belly button. he hooks his fingers into the waistband of your panties, looking up at you for confirmation before slowly pulling them down. once they're off, he kisses along your hipbones and inner thighs, moving closer and closer to your center. "mama..."

you guide his head gently between your thighs, "open your mouth baby," you instruct softly. "start with soft kisses here," you point to your inner lips. "then use your tongue to part them gently. find my clit and circle it slowly with the tip of your tongue."

michael obeys instantly, his mouth opening as instructed. he starts kissing your inner lips, whimpering at the taste. "mmmph..." he groans, moving lower. his tongue finds your clit and circles it exactly as you taught him. "fuck... mama..." he mumbles against you, your juices hitting his tongue. he whimpers loudly at the taste, completely overwhelmed.

"now suck the clit gently," you instruct, watching his head bob. "and slip one finger inside... just one." michael whimpers, his finger sliding into your wet heat. he moans against your clit, sucking it gently as his finger curls. "fuck... so wet..." he whimpers, tasting you more and more. "is this right mama?"

you let out a breathy moan, your head falling back against the pillow. "yes baby, you do it so perfectly..." you gasp, your thighs trembling around his head. "you're doing so good for me, michael." your fingers thread through his hair, not pushing or pulling—just letting him continue. he whimpers at the praise, tasting more of your slickness.

he melts at your words, his finger moving in and out slower. "you like that mama?" he asks, his tongue circling your sensitive nub faster. he spreads your thighs wider without instruction, getting more comfortable between your legs. "you like when i eat your pussy like this?"

"mmm... baby..." you moan, your back arching slightly. "it feels so good... you’re learning so fast." your legs spread wider on their own, inviting him deeper. "look at you... your face is buried between my legs and you're loving it." your voice is soft, encouraging.

michael whimpers desperately against your pussy, his face completely buried between your thighs. he's overwhelmed by the taste and feel of you, completely desperate to please you. his tongue licks up your slit eagerly, tasting your juices. "mama... i love it..."

"another finger, and go faster baby... make mama cum. that's what you wanna do right?" you moan, your hands gripping his hair tighter. michael whimpers at your words, quickly adding another finger and moving faster, curling them against that spot inside you. "y-yes mama!"

your legs start shaking uncontrollably, bouncing as he picks up speed. your head throws back against the pillow, loud moans escaping you. "fuck... fuck... michael..." your fingers tighten in his hair. he's relentless, tongue flicking faster on your clit while two fingers pump your walls perfectly. your whole body trembles, juices coating his chin. "mmm... mama..."

he keeps going, his tongue relentless and flicking faster than ever. he reaches up, one hand pressing firmly down on your lower stomach, grounding you as the peak hits. your whole body snaps tight, your legs shaking violently as you cum hard. "mmmph... mama!" he groans against you, tasting every drop as you collapse into the pillow, breathless and trembling.

"oh my god... baby..." you pant, chest heaving. michael slowly pulls back, kissing your thighs gently as you come down from the high. "was that... good mama?" he asks softly, his chin wet with your juices. "you came so hard..."

"come here..." you whimper, your voice still shaky. before he can even answer, michael immediately pulls himself up, burying his face in your neck before moving to your mouth. you lock together in a deep, desperate kiss, his lips moving between yours eagerly. your legs start to shake again slightly, but you push through. "mmm..." his tongue explores your mouth hungrily.

you smile at him softly, your fingers gentle on his face. "you did so well baby... mama's so proud of you." your voice is warm and comforting. "you made me cum so hard..." your legs twitch slightly at the memory. "did you like tasting mama?" you question, your other hand roaming through his curls.

michael's eyes flutter closed at your words, leaning into your palm. "mama..." he whispers softly, his voice thick with emotion. "i wanted to make you feel good..." his thumbs brush against your cheeks gently. "you taste so good... i’m glad i could do this for you."

between kisses, you whisper against his lips, "feel me baby... feel how wet i am for you." you guide his hips down, pressing his hard, clothed, length against your soaking core. michael whimpers into the kiss, breaking away briefly to look down where you're guiding him.

"fuck... you drive me crazy..." michael groans between kisses, his hips starting to grind against your soaking core. your juices coat his tip, making a wet sound with every movement. he can't help but hump you, your wetness making him feel everything. "mama... you're so wet..." he whines against your lips.

your legs wrap around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer. between kisses, you whisper against his lips, "only for you baby... only for you." michael shivers at your words, his grind getting harder. "mmm... mama..." he breathes into your mouth, your wetness making squelching sounds against his tip. "you drip for me..." he groans.

you run your fingers through his hair, moaning into the kiss as michael keeps grinding. his hips rock desperately against your soaked pussy, the thin fabric of his boxers doing nothing. "fuck... you feel so good baby..." he groans, pressing his hard bulge right against your clit each time he grinds down. your walls clench around nothing, craving more.

you pull away from the kiss, your fingers cupping his face gently. "yea, baby... tell me what you've learnt today." michael leans into your touch, his breathing ragged from grinding against you. "i learnt how to eat pussy... how to make mama cum..." he whispers, his hips still twitching. "and how to make you say my name..."

"mm, that's not all michael, what else?" you murmur, running your thumb across his lips. "what about kissing? what did you learn today about that?" michael opens his mouth, but his hips roll instinctively against your wet core, making him whimper. "i... i learnt how to..." he breaks off into a moan, grinding harder. "mmm..."

"uh huh, baby you can tell me, go ahead..." you murmur encouragingly, rubbing your soaked pussy against his boxers. michael’s eyes roll back slightly at the sensation. "i-i learnt how to kiss... really kiss... like deep and wet and messy..."

"mhm, and how did it feel baby?" you ask softly, continuing to grind against his covered length. michael’s breath hitches, his eyes fluttering as he gets closer. "mama... i’m getting close..." he whispers, his hips rolling faster. "it felt amazing... kissing you like that... i-i wanna kiss you everywhere..." he groans. "please..."

"and you're only going to kiss me right baby? nobody else?" you ask softly, your voice laced with possessiveness. michael moans helplessly, his hips jerking as he gets closer. "yes yes mama only you i promise only you mama..."

you pull back, admiring the sheer pleasure etched on michael's face—his flushed cheeks, parted lips, rolling eyes. just before he can even process your words, you command softly but firmly, "let go baby... give it to me." michael loses it completely. "mama..."

michael tries to bury his face in your neck, embarrassed and overwhelmed. but you force his face back up, making him meet your eyes. he whimpers, “oh my gosh…baby,” his mouth falling open as he cums desperately into his boxers, his entire body shaking with the force of his release. "mama..."

michael collapses heavily against you, his body trembling from the intensity of his release. you hold him gently, arms wrapped around his shaking frame. he buries his face in your neck, still whimpering softly. "so good... mama... so good..." he breathes out shakily. you stroke his hair slowly, your fingers gentle against his damp strands. "there now..." you murmur softly.

you hum in approval, your fingers carding through his hair. before pulling back slightly to peek into his boxers. your expression softens seeing the cum spread throughout. "mama needs you to go change okay?" michael nods weakly, too spent to argue. he lets you help him up slowly.

before he can fully get up, michael leans in and presses a gentle kiss to your cheek. he starts walking toward the bathroom, still shaky. you lightly shout after him, "you have one more math problem left!" michael freezes mid-step, groaning. "but i just came..." he complains, but he knows better than to argue. he heads into the bathroom to change.

now the time has passed. sitting on the floor, you both work together on the final math problem. michael is focused, his earlier distraction forgotten as he tackles the equations. you guide him gently, your patience and teaching methods helping him understand. his face lights up when he finally gets the answer correct. "i did it!"

"you did so good for mama!" you praise, kissing his cheek gently. michael blushes deeply, a happy smile spreading across his face as the math problem is officially complete.

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i would love to see desperate/needy otw!mike being pervy while the reader is asleep like oml that would make me go crazy

hellloo i love this yes pervy otw mike is so yummy & you’re a genius because this is so ‘i can’t help it’ from otw coded! i got hella inspired ❤︎

cw: sexual content mdni, thigh fucking, reader is sleeping (somnophilia but no p in v), panty stealing, perv michael duh

michael had always been so dirty and he loved that you never seemed to notice. although you should’ve been more aware of how you ‘lost’ a pair of panties more often than like to admit. whenever you asked michael about it, he’d just plant a kiss on your head and say that you must’ve misplaced them. but he knew fully well that he had soaked pair after pair of your panties in his cum after jerking off with the fabric wrapped around his cock, swearing to himself to replace them but never got around to doing so.

one night you’d fallen asleep comfortably on his couch, head settled on his lap as his eyes focused on the tv. michael smoothed one hand over your hair, stroking it softly. he looked down and noticed your eyes were closed. you looked so sweet sleeping right in front of him, like a precious doll. he focused on the rise and fall of your chest each time you took a breath in your slumber. he noticed how soft your lips looked and how your hair cascaded over your shoulders so perfectly. you were wearing a baby pink nightgown adorned with white lace that fell over your body and curves just right. michael had to contain himself as he slipped the hem of your nightgown up to peek at the matching pink underwear you had on. he swear, he could eat you alive right now.

thankfully you were a deep sleeper, so you didn’t even flinch when michael moved your head from his lap to the couch. he stood up, eyes raking over your sleeping figure. “im sorry, baby…” he muttered out into the silence before undoing the button of his jeans and pulling down the zipper. “just can’t help it. you look so pretty,” he took out his cock, heavy in his hand as he stroked himself over you a few times with a groan.

his eyes settled on your plush thighs that were bare under your nightgown. “fuck, just lemme…” he breathed, pushing his dick between your soft thighs, biting his lip to hold back a moan at the euphoric feeling of your warm skin enveloping him. “oh—you feel so good baby,” he grunted, sliding his cock in and out until he was fucking your thighs harder than he intended, filling the room with soft groans and wet sounds. even in your sleep you had become a mess for him, all warm and sticky between your thighs. “always so good for me,” his thrusts became erratic, bringing a hand up to caress your face, “always so perfect— fuck im close, beautiful,” he managed to tell your dozing body before spilling his cum all over your thighs in thick spurts with a low groan.

michael froze as he felt you stir on the couch, “michael?” you called out in a sleepy voice. he cursed himself silently for not pocketing your panties before you woke up.

(he wrote ‘i can’t help it’ shortly after this.)

white people wanna be black so BAAAAAAD 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭💝

#angelposting

sculpted2

MY BEST FRIEND

synopsis: you convince poor mikey that giving your best friend blow jobs is normal..

micheal jackson x manipulative!reader

18+ mdni

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°❀⋆ you and michael have been best friends for years. you're the only person he fully trusts in the world. that long history is exactly why you’ve been able to get away with so much. it started innocently — long hugs, holding hands, you sitting on his lap because “it’s more comfortable,” and kissing his cheek while calling him “such a cutie.” michael ate up every single word. why would you ever do something bad to him? you were his safe person.

°❀⋆ michael is painfully shy and completely untouched. he’s never properly kissed anyone, never been intimate in any way. over time, as your touches grew more intimate, you slowly convinced him that “best friends helping each other with their bodies” is completely normal — especially for someone as stressed as him. he believes every gentle lie because it’s you saying it.

°❀⋆ the first time you wrap your hand around his cock, he’s shaking like a leaf. “a-are you sure this is what friends do…?” he whispers, face burning bright red. you stroke him so gently and whisper, “of course it is, mikey. i’d never lie to you. doesn’t it feel better when i touch you?” he nods shyly, hiding his face by looking down. he cums in under two minutes, apologizing the whole time. “o-oh my… it got on your hand… it’s so dirty… i-i’m s-sorry…” you just smile, bring your fingers to your mouth, and slowly lick his release off while looking at him. “that’s okay, mikey. see? all clean.” you show him your now spotless hand and praise him softly for being so good.

°❀⋆ after that night, he starts getting hard the second you lock the studio door. you tease him softly, “look your body already knows this is normal. best friends take care of each other like this.” michael whimpers and nods, too embarrassed to argue, letting you pull him out of his pants again and again.

°❀⋆ you love edging him for long periods. especially when he’s shaking, glassy eyes peering up at you desperately. “shh, it’s okay if it hurts a little. that just means i’m doing it right. i care about you, which is why i have to make sure you feel everything.” he cries and begs so prettily, repeating whatever you tell him like doctrine: “y-yes… even though it hurts… you’re just helping me…”

°❀⋆ after you finally let him cum, he gets extremely clingy and guilty. he buries his face in your neck, breathing hard, mumbling, “i shouldn’t have let you… but it felt so good… is that bad?” you stroke his curls and whisper that it’s perfectly normal, that he needs this, that only you understand him, and only you can make him feel this good.

°❀⋆ he becomes addicted without realizing it. after long studio sessions he’ll come to you shyly, eyes on the floor, fiddling with his fingers, too embarrassed to make eye contact. “i… i feel really stressed again. can we… do the friend thing?” you always smile sweetly and say yes, because best friends never say no to each other.

°❀⋆ he starts calling it “our special friend time” in his head. he genuinely believes this is a normal, caring thing best friends do. still guilt eats at him constantly, but the pleasure and your hands win.

°❀⋆ one night after a long edging session, you slide off the couch, kneel between his legs, and wrap your lips around his throbbing cock. michael’s eyes go wide. “w-wait… you don’t have to— this is too much…” he gasps, but his hips twitch forward anyway. he cums embarrassingly fast, moaning your name while apologizing the entire time.

°❀⋆ right after he finishes in your mouth, the guilt hits him harder. he feels like there’s a huge power imbalance, like he’s taking advantage of you. he pulls you up gently, face burning. “i… i feel so bad. you’re always making me feel good, but i haven’t done anything for you. how can i make you feel better? please tell me… i don’t want to be selfish.” you cup his cheek and smile sweetly: “mikey, this is how you make me feel good by letting me take care of you. if i care about you, why would i keep score?”

°❀⋆ from that point on, his mind is completely corrupted. every time he sees your plump, glossy lips while you’re talking, his cock twitches. you’ll catch him staring and ask, “mikey… are you okay?” he’ll snap out of it, completely dazed. he feels disgusted with himself afterward. she was just trying to help me… and here i am being filthy.

°❀⋆ when you bend over in the studio to point at lyrics, your heart-shaped ass perfectly outlined, michael has to look away fast. his mind floods with filthy thoughts. he prays that night, begging god to take the lust away. but the second he sees you smiling at him again, all his prayers disappear.

°❀⋆ innocent things now trigger him— your hands writing notes, adjusting headphones, your thighs in those short skirts when you cross your legs. he feels horrible for lusting after his “helpful” best friend, but he still gets painfully hard every single time.

°❀⋆ at night when you stayed over, which is very often ever since you started ‘helping’ him, you heard everything from the guest room: the quiet shuffling of sheets, his soft desperate whimpers, and the way his breathing quickens as he tries to touch himself quietly while thinking about you. you smile in the dark, knowing.. you weren't dumb.

°❀⋆ when he finally confesses his “dirty thoughts” with teary eyes, you pull him into a hug and whisper, “it’s okay, mikey, those are natural feelings.. that just means your body needs more help from me. let me take care of it again.” he melts instantly, nodding shyly and letting you pull him out of his pants once more.

°❀⋆ despite everything that happens behind closed doors, you two maintain a completely normal friendship on the surface. in public, during studio sessions, or when hanging out casually, nothing seems different. you laugh together, talk about music, and act like the close best friends everyone knows you are. after every private “friend time,” michael always pulls you into a tight hug, buries his face in your shoulder for a moment, and whispers sincerely, “thank you… you’re my favorite person in the world.”

sculpted2

Omg MOREEEE of manipulative experienced reader and inexperienced guilty MJ

boundaries m.jackson

warnings: sexual themes explored, oral (f receiving), very, very clear signs of manipulation, sub!micheal x manipulative!reader.

part 1

18+ MDNI

you really hated when other people tried to come between you and michael.

diana ross had pulled him aside after catching you sitting on his lap, arms drapped around him, your faces inches apart.

but... so what? thats you friend it aint any of her buisness.

"michael, sweetheart i dont know what that girl has goin' on but whatever it is, its not appropriate."

"w-what? thats my best—"

"no michael. best friends dont do that. you need to set up a boundary of some sort."

ever since then, michael had been quiet and distant, barely looking at you. you finally cornered him alone in one of the smaller back rooms, locking the door behind you with a soft click.

michael looked up at you with wide, nervous eyes. his gaze kept moving from your face to the floor and back again, unable to settle.

you sat down across from him, studying him quietly. he shifted uncomfortably, fingers twisting in his lap.

after a long silence, he finally spoke, voice shaky and quiet.

“i… um… i think… we should set boundaries,” he mumbled, eyes darting away from your face again.

“y’know… maybe it would be better if we… had some boundaries.”

“who told you this, mikey?” you asked softly.

he couldnt even look at you properly as he said it. michael was never quick enough to come up with something like this on his own. the words sounded foreign in his mouth.

he swallowed hard.

“i-i just thought… maybe its getting too much and—”

“who told you that."

his shoulders slumped. “…diana. she saw us and she said i needed to set boundaries. that it wasnt… appropriate. i got scared and i didnt know what to say to her…”

of course it was diana. that fucking meddling bitc—

the rage flared hot in your chest—you were fuming inside, imagining her smug face telling him what to do with your michael. but you kept your expression gentle and sad on the outside.

“so she gets to decide how our friendship works now?”

“she tells you whats appropriate between us?”

michaels face crumpled. “no— i mean… i-i didnt mean it like that.. i dont know...

“thats fine,” you replied with a sad little smile. “if thats what you want.”

“if thats what i—” his voice cracked. “i want you. youre my best friend.”

“no, mikey. you want what diana wants.” you looked down at your hands, letting your shoulders slump.

“and thats fine.”

michaels eyes widened. he stared at you—the way your usual bright, happy expression had gone quiet and defeated. you were always his angel, always smiling and making everything better. seeing you like this clearly hurt him.

“i.. i really didnt mean for you to be sad,” he whispered, voice trembling, breathing growing ragged.

“its okay,” you said softly.

“we can set the boundaries. but if we have boundaries… we cant really be best friends anymore.”

“no!” he blurted out, almost yelling. “no, i want to be best friends! please.."

“but you want the boundaries. you want dianas rules.”

“no.. no.. no i want you—” his words cut off as his breathing became frantic, chest heaving like he was on the verge of a panic attack. his breath kept catching in his throat, shallow and uneven.

he swallowed hard over and over, hands moving restlessly up and down his knees, desperate for any sort of comfort as his whole body seemed to convulse with anxiety at the thought of losing you.

you shook your head slowly. “you already made your decision, mikey. you cant have your cake and eat it too.”

“im sorry. i dont know. i mean—”

“you hurt me, michael… my heart hurts.”

his breath hitched sharply. tears glistened in his wide eyes, threatening to spill over. “what? youre hurt? im sorry— im so sorry,” he choked out, voice frantic and breaking. his hands kept rubbing anxiously over his knees, swallowing repeatedly as fresh waves of panic washed over him.

“what can i do? you always make me feel good. how can i make you feel better so youre not hurting anymore? ill do anything.”

you raised an eyebrow. “anything?”

thats how his head ended up between your thighs. michael had dropped to his knees and buried his face in your dripping cunt without hesitation, clumsy and frantic.

he was eating you like a starving animal—loud and wet slurping sounds filling the room as thick strings of his spit mixed with your slick. your juices coated his chin and dripped down onto the couch.

his tongue lapped messily through your folds, sucking noisily on your clit while he humped the air desperately, his hard cock straining painfully against his pants.

“okay, slow down, baby,” you murmured, threading your fingers through his curls and yanking him closer. “thats it… good. flatten your tongue right there on my cli—yes, just like that. youre doing so well, mikey.”

he moaned loudly into your soaked pussy, the vibration shooting through you. his movements stayed awkward and sloppy, but he never stopped, tongue dragging sloppily over your dripping hole before sucking hard again.

his wide, teary eyes kept flicking up to your face, begging for approval while his hips jerked uselessly.

“a little harder now,” you praised, stroking his cheek. “suck on it like you mean it— good boy. get your tongue inside me. deeper. yeah, just like that, my favourite boy."

while one leg stayed hooked over his shoulder, you pressed the sole of your other foot firmly against his throbbing bulge, rubbing and pressing down on his aching cock through his pants.

“see? only i can get you like this. only i can fix this for you."

michael whimpered pathetically into your cunt, hips bucking wildly into the couch as fresh drool and your juices ran down.

“dont ever mention boundaries around me again,” you said, voice dropping. the sweet facade slipped as pure anger bled through.

who would even dare to interfere in your business? this was your michael. only you could tell him what to do.

michael didnt notice the venom in your tone. to him it sounded like you genuinely cared.

wow… she gets this mad just at the thought of losing me, he thought, eyes shining with fresh tears of relief and adoration even as he kept devouring you.

my best friend… she really cares about me that much. the same way i care about her.

“m’sorry—s'sorry,” he mumbled messily into your sloppy, dripping pussy, the words garbled and wet. “m’sorry im not always… i dont want boundaries. i just want you. please let me make you feel better.. dont be sad."

you kept guiding him like a teacher with her desperate student—telling him when to flick faster, when to shove his tongue deeper, when to suck on your clit until your thighs trembled.

despite how inexperienced and sloppy he was, your toes curled in pleasure because he was eating you so shamelessly, face completely buried and grinding like hed die without your taste.

when you finally came on his tongue, thighs clamping around his head and gushing against his mouth, he kept licking and sucking greedily through every spasm until you had to push him back.

you pulled him up and kissed him deeply, tasting your own tangy cum all over his messy lips and chin. he was caught off guard—messy and eager, not sure where to put his hands as they fluttered awkwardly before gripping your waist tightly.

michael melted into it, breathing hard, still whispering apologies between wet, desperate kisses.

“m'sorry really, really sorry” he whispered against your mouth, over and over. “i didnt mean to hurt you. please dont be mad at me anymore.”

you stroked his cheek again, smiling sweetly. “i know, mikey. its okay. i forgive you.”

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𓍢ִ໋ otw!era micheal is obsessed with making you squirt.

mdni 18+

sometimes you wished you couldn’t squirt.

not because it didn’t feel good. god no. it felt like heaven cracking open inside you every single time. like your whole body turned into liquid heat, waves rushing down from deep in your belly, flooding out in hot, pulsing bursts that left you shaking and gasping and soaking everything.

like every nerve lit up at once and spilled over, messy and uncontrollable and so intense it almost hurt. like your pussy was surrendering completely.

it started off so innocently. at his family’s pool party.

“here baby, drink some water,” michael would say softly, refilling your glass again with a sweet smile. every time the ice got low he was right there, pouring more, pressing the cold cup into your hand.

“s’hot out. stay hydrated f’me.”

you should’ve known.

the way his eyes lingered too long when you came out of the pool, the way he shifted in his chair when your wet bikini clung to your curves. you should’ve known what he was really preparing you for.

𓇼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

this was now your second orgasm and he still hadn’t gotten what he wanted. the first two times you had cum hard, thighs shaking around his head, pussy fluttering and clenching on his tongue and fingers.

but you didn’t squirt.

not the way he needed. and each time he pulled back his eyes had that flash of disappointment, dark and hungry, before he buried his face again like he couldn’t stop.

by this point you’re heaving.

chest rising and falling fast, body slick with sweat, legs trembling uncontrollably. your voice is hoarse, words barely forming. you look down through half-lidded eyes and his face is a mess — lips swollen and shiny, chin dripping, curls sticking to his forehead. his pupils are blown wide, completely black, like he’s high out of his mind. as if he just finished doing lines. drunk off your pussy.

“please,” he whispered, voice cracked and desperate. his breath fans hot over your soaked folds.

“just one more. please baby. let me try one more time. one more time…”

you can’t even speak. your throat is raw. you just nod, weak and shaky, because what else can you do when he looks at you like that?

he whimpers in relief and dives back in.

his tongue is everywhere at once — messy, frantic, licking long stripes through your dripping folds before sucking your swollen clit between his lips.

he’s whimpering into you the whole time, pathetic little sounds vibrating right against your most sensitive spots. you can hear him grinding against the edge of the bed, hips rutting desperately, probably already came in his shorts like he always does when he gets like this. but he doesn’t care. he just needs this.

“is this good?” he mumbles against your pussy, voice muffled and broken. he sucks harder, tongue flicking fast. “am i doing good? tell me… please…”

“it’s… s’good mikey” you moan, the words cutting off into another gasp as he pushes two fingers deep inside you, curling them just right.

he moans loud at your answer, hips grinding harder against the bed.

“are you okay?”

he asks, almost frantic, like he’s terrified of doing it wrong even while he’s devouring you. his fingers pump faster, slick sounds filling the room as he laps noisily at your clit.

“yeah… yes, mikey— oh god—” you try to answer but it turns into a broken moan when he sucks particularly hard, cheeks hollowing. your pussy clenches around his fingers, fluttering wildly. you’re so wet it’s dripping down his wrist, down your ass, making a complete mess.

he’s panting into you, whimpering between licks.

“i need it… need you to do it for me… just one more time…”

his free hand grips your thigh hard, holding you open while he grinds his hips pathetically against the mattress.

you can feel how desperate he is, how lost he is in the taste and smell and heat of you. his tongue works faster, sloppy and eager, sucking and licking like he’ll die if he stops.

your walls flutter again, heavy liquid pressure building deeper and deeper. every flick of his tongue sends sparks shooting through you.

your clit throbs under his mouth. your legs won’t stop shaking. you’re on verge of hyperventilation, moaning, barely able to breathe as he keeps asking in that wrecked voice.

“will you do it for me please baby?”

you can only nod and moan, your eyes rolled back, hips twitching against his face. he’s so pathetic like this — face buried deep, whimpering, humping the bed, completely addicted — and it’s turning you on even more.

he laps at you like he’s trying to memorize every single fold, every twitch, every drop of wetness that keeps leaking out of you.

his fingers curl and thrust deep, hitting that spot over and over until your back arches hard off the bed, spine bowing as the pressure inside you swells bigger and heavier than before.

your thighs won’t stop shaking. they clamp around his head but he just pushes them wider, whimpering into your pussy like the suffocation is the best part. every flick of his tongue sends pleasure jolts that seep into every every part of your body.

your clit is swollen and throbbing under his mouth, so sensitive that every suck makes your hips jerk. you can feel how wet you are — dripping down his chin, down his wrist, soaking the sheets underneath you.

your fingers are tight in his curls, pulling him closer even as your body tries to twist away from the overwhelming feeling.

he moans loud against you, the vibration making your walls flutter hard around his fingers. “s’perfect” he mumbles, barely pulling back enough to speak. his voice is wrecked, desperate.

“you promise to do it right?”

“yes— yes, of course mikey for you—”

your words cut off into a long moan as he sucks harder on your clit, tongue flicking fast while his fingers pump quicker. your back arches even more, breasts pushing up toward the ceiling.

he’s grinding frantically against the edge of the bed now, hips rutting in short, pathetic thrusts. you can hear the little whimpers he’s making into your pussy, like he’s right on the edge himself.

his face is buried so deep you can barely see anything but his messy curls. he’s completely lost — pupils blown, cheeks flushed, chin dripping with you.

the pressure keeps building. deeper. heavier. your pussy clenches and flutters around his fingers, getting impossibly wetter. your legs are trembling violently. your breathing is just short, desperate gasps now.

“mikey— i think— i’m gonna—”

he doesn’t answer with words. he just moans louder and doubles down, sucking your clit hard while his fingers curl perfectly against that spot inside you.

it hits you like a wave crashing over your head.

a hot, powerful gush floods out of you, soaking his face, his neck, dripping down his chest in warm streams. your whole body convulses, back arched so high it almost hurts, thighs locked tight around his head as pulse after pulse of liquid spurts out of you.

the relief is overwhelming, mixed with sharp, blinding pleasure that makes you cry out loud. your pussy spasms wildly, walls fluttering and clenching as the orgasm drags on and on.

michael moans deep and broken against your gushing pussy, the vibrations making the orgasm even sharper for you, dragging it out longer.

he keeps licking through every pulse, tongue working desperately like he can’t bear to miss a single drop. his hips stutter hard against the bed and you hear him whimper loudly as he, well you assume, cums in his pants, grinding through his own orgasm while still buried between your legs. his moans vibrate right against your oversensitive clit, making you shake even harder.

when the last spasm finally fades you collapse back onto the bed, chest quivering, body limp and trembling. michael rested his soaked cheek on your thigh, breathing hard, face shiny and flushed.

his lips are plush and abused, swollen from how long he’s been devouring you. he looks more fucked out than you do his eyes glassy, pupils still blown wide, like he’s floating somewhere far away.

you’re barely able to breathe yourself, but you reach down with a shaky hand and gently pat his damp curls. he leans into your touch immediately, nuzzling his cheek against your thigh with a soft, content sound.

“are you…

you let out a breath.

okay, mikey?”

he looks up at you, like you’re the only thing in his world. his eyes are soft and full of worship even through the haze.

“i will be.. if you let me go one more time?”

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a/n: hi sweeties ive been young and turnt and havent updated in a hot minute.. anyways ill be uploading more and i see ur reqs i swear im not ignoring them hopefully they’re finished soon, kisses!

velvetjackson

Boy pussy, Masturbation, pillow humping, use of toys, boot humping, fingers in mouth, sub!michael, squirting, hair pulling, OTW!michael, dom!reader, (gender neutral reader), multiple orgasms, getting caught, embarrassment kink, established relationship, cunnilingus, spitting

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ellalalalo

cw: finger sucking + brat taming

your knees dug into the soft carpet below you as you shifted in place. jaafar sat on the bed in front of you, legs spread wide, caging you in. one hand held your jaw, thumb rubbing over your bottom lip as the other cradled the back of your head.

a few loose curls escaped, veiling part of your face, as you looked up at jaafar with teary eyes.

“think bein’ a brat all week is gon’ get you what you want?” he murmured, admiring the way your lips pouted from the force of his hand.

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the thoughts are thoughting

hisgoodfish

holy boner alert

hisgoodfish

Ignore what twt people are saying about you. Stay strong!!!

WHAT ARE THEY SAYING WHAT WHAT

hisgoodfish

I FOUND IT 😭😭 BYEEEEEE LIKE SORRY IM GAY BRO HAHAHAH . like they had to search up the most specific fucking tags to find my fics … u wanted that t4t cookie so bad . also all the replies saying that hes a real person BRO I AM AWARE ! im not dense, would u say this to the people who are writing straight fanfics ab this man?? No. exactly. i went thru their page and Hello they do read mj fics on tumblr. like sorry that this is the way i enjoy mj fics !!! girl bye. And also to the people saying im white LMFAOAOAOAOAOOA that is FUNNY😭😭😭😭 also to the person who said “mj was uncomfortable being seen as a woman” my fic is literally about ftm trans michael… HES NOT A WOMAN BRO HE JUST HAS A PUSSY pls say ur transphobic and walk away