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♯ ━━━ minty | 19 | theythem | black + queer

🧊 : nsfw blog, MDNI. wanted a place to dump my fics + indecent thoughts, mostly of michael jackson. THEE #1 submissive michael agenda pusher

♯ i love hearing what you guys think n bonding over pervy stuff so asks are always open! reqs are also ok too, but don’t expect anything too quick, i suck at writing fast

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#intro post #michael jackson x reader #black reader

⤷ ೃ ◛* (18+) noot to be insane but definitely thinking about riding bad!era michael awake from his nap..

He was dead tired from the previous day as he had done a concert — and you had came in the living room to come check on him. You found your heart melting when you first saw him, walking closer to admire him deep in sleep-land, but you quickly took notice to the way his chest erratically fell up and down and how cutely his lips were parted as tiny pants left him. His tour had left you both with little to no time to be intimate for almost 3 weeks now, and it was obvious who it was affecting more as his ‘morning wood’ twitched in his slacks. Deciding he needed some assistance, you eagerly straddled his lap.

➷ ₊˚.༄ •˚

Just watching his pretty eyes blink awake as he becomes aware of what you were doing, letting the sight process before realizing how fucking good it feels. All he can do is let out a low moan as you grind down onto him, moving your hips in a circular motion while you let him sink as deep as possible into your soaking pussy.

“Good afternoon, angel,” You mumbled through a moan, placing a kiss to his temple, grabbing his hands that sat next to his thighs as you intertwined them. “Had a good nap?” He let out a whimper in response, his eyes low as his hips began to slowly snap up to meet yours.

“Baby,” Is all he let out in a sleepy, raspy tone, his chest beginning to heave as his orgasm began to brew in his stomach, your relentless bouncing atop of him doing nothing to stop it. “Gonna come.”

“Yeah? But I just started..” You teased, knowing you were as close as him, unlocking your hands to place his large palms over your boobs while you went as fast as your body allowed you. He, without thinking too much, squeezed your skin tightly, and within the next minute you were seeing stars. You whining out his name as he thrusts deeply into you, his cock twitching inside of you violently as he paintsyour insides…. i’m GOING INSANE i need this man more than anything ever

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#minty’s thoughts/drabbles #can you all tell i’m ovulating #michael jackson #michael jackson x you #michael jackson x reader #michael jackson smut #michael jackson imagine #black reader

xosiren

𝙹𝚊𝚗𝚎𝚝 𝙹𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜𝚘𝚗 • 1997

sequinedrhinestones

MARLON JACKSON & MICHAEL JACKSON at Studio 54 for Steve Rubell's birthday party in 1979 (02/∞)

#fucks sake #they look so good #marlon in my hand michael in my mouth please

⤷ ೃ ◛* (18+) just got my first wax ever and of course, my horrid mind got an idea. sooo sub top dangerous era!michael who becomes insatiable after you get your first brazilian wax.

After sitting your boyfriend down on the bed to show him a “surprise”, you unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them down along with underwear to show him the heart you had your wax technician leave with your pubic hair.

“Like it?” You questioned innocently, as if your bare pussy wasn’t being flaunted in his face. He was shocked, but pleasantly. You had to stop him from trying to devour you right then and there, telling him that you were told to wait at least three days before any intercourse.

You don’t think you’ve ever seen Michael more needy in your life in the days that followed, with him being extra clingy, doing silly things like standing behind you while you brushed your teeth in only your panties, watching intently while you undressed for your showers, and giving you puppy dog eyes while trying to convince you to let him just touch you, saying things like “only your clit”, to which you denied countless times. He resorted to just staring you down as you walked the house, only thinking about stuffing his face, hands, or better yet, his dick in between your bare cunt.

His last straw came when he awoke from his slumber and saw you cooking breakfast in his favorite nightgown that you owned. He stood to the side of you, hand wrapped around your waist as he peered onto the pan of sausage you were cooking.

“Smells good,” He mumbled, rubbing the sleep out of his eye. “What is today?”

“Monday..? Why’d you ask?” You looked at him with a chuckle and raised eyebrows, confused at the odd question. Before you could prod him further, he now stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist while laying his head on your shoulder.

“Mmm,” He groaned sleepily, hand traveling up your body to grip your breast over your clothes. “That’s wonderful.” you could hear the cheeky smile in his voice.

“Michael. Hands off. Wait until tonight,” You swatted his hand away before picking up the spatula to flip the food, holding the handle of the pan with the other. You were surely horny and ovulating, but you still didn’t want to risk anything.

“Baby please,” He muttered, and with a quick movement of his hand, the back of your nightgown was pulled up to reveal your bare ass. “And you’re not wearing anything under here. You want me to go crazy.” He whined, and you let out a loud sigh before quickly reaching back to hit his hand again.

“Michael. You don’t listen. I told you, just wait until tonight. I’m gonna burn this damn meat if you don’t leave me alone right now.”

“Let me just look, please..I won’t do anything.” He asked again, but he didn’t need to as he took matters into his own hands and lifted up your gown again, pulling up the fabric to bunch it up at your abdomen as he stared at the fat of your ass—and best of all— the cute little heart that sat on your pubis.

You ignored him at this point, letting him take the piss, rolling your eyes to yourself as you went back to cooking, lifting the pan up to shake the goodness, making your ass jiggle a bit in the process. Michael audibly groaned at this, gripping your ass in his hands and shaking it again for his entertainment.

“Cut it out. You’re getting worked up,” You strained, lowering the heat now as your sear on the meat was almost perfect. “Go sit on the couch and wait for the food. I’ll give you a little attention then.”

There was silence, and you thought he was thinking it over like a rational person, until you felt something hard pressing at your folds. You let out a gasp, ready to completely go off on him, but within seconds his cock was already slid deep inside of you. Completely taking you from behind, he let out a drawn out moan at the feeling he had been craving, his big hands coming around to grip your upper thighs for leverage. Your jaw dropped open at the sheer audacity, as well as the pleasure that was now surging through your body.

“God,” He cursed under his breath as he got used to your warmth, gyrating his hips in a circular motion that had your brain going dumb. “I’m so sorry,” He half apologized, beginning to slowly pull himself in and out of you, coating himself in your essence. “Woke up thinking about you, about this..”

“You’re beyond full of shit..” You choked out, breathlessly, wobbly hands going to turn the fire off under the food you knew wasn’t getting finished anytime soon.

“I know, I know,” He whined sleepily. He pulled your back flush to him, leaving little to no room between the two of you, moving his hands from your thighs to grip both of your clothed tits as he sped up his thrusts. “But I just can’t help it. You’re so wet.”

Broken moans began to fall out of your mouth as he was practically using you for his pleasure, leaving you helpless in his grip.

“I love you baby, mean it,” You could hear his mouth fall open, panting heavily as you could feel his breath against your head. The wet noises coming from him fucking you were obscene. “Sorry, sorry, sorry. Forgive me.” He whimpered and panted heavily in between his thrusts, moving one of his hands down to cup your pussy, thumb running over the patch of hair.

“M’ gonna cum, inside of you, right now,” He babbled aimlessly in your ear, far too gone from the pleasure, letting out all kinds of desperate noises whilst he thrusted his hips into you similarly to a horny dog in heat.

With one last shaky thrust of his hips, he spilled inside of you, coming completely undone as his body convulsed and cock twitched harshly inside of you.

“Oh, baby, shit,” He moaned almost too loud in your ear, rocking his hips a few more times before coming to a stop and cockwarming you. “I’m sorry.” He placed a kiss to your cheek, acting as though nothing out of the ordinary was going on.

“I’m buying you a dick cage.”

𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚..

#minty’s thoughts/drabbles #michael jackson #michael jackson x reader #michael jackson x you #michael jackson smut #michael jackson imagine #black reader #dom!reader

sweeterners

۫　 ܸ ❤︎ ׅ ۫ sucking on janet's tits 　 ໒ྀི⠀　⁺ ‎ ‎‎ ‎

cw. 18+ mdni. plot twist ⎯ while she talks you through it. 𝑓!reader. obviously sucking on janet's tits. dommy mommy janet & subby reader. janet's refers to herself as momma & mommy. nicknames (baby , honey). teasing. praising. fingering (reader receiving). for my baby @cinnamoncunt

nothing but the sounds of muffled whimpers and gentle praise fills the four walls of the bedroom.

"that's it, baby," janet's voice is honeyed warm as a her hand comes to smooth down your face, the repetition of the action causes your eyes to flutter shut, "take what y'need, mama's got you." the reference of the name to herself has your thighs shifting beneath the silky sheets, an attempt to get any friction you can.

and it doesn't go unnoticed by her. narrowed eyes bounce between where your lips, plump and glossy from your own saliva as you suckle at her nipple to where the lower half of your body hides. evident that your greediness is once gain overtaking you, your hips rocking and knees protruding from the sheets from you're pushing your thighs together helplessly.

janet's free hand takes the hem of the sheets and yanks them back to where they flop back lifeless at the edge of the bed. revealing you rubbing thighs in all their glory, sleep shorts ridden far up that they're no longer visible to her eye-line.

"got a problem, huh," her tone tipping on the edge of condensation causes embarrassment to spread throughout you, stilling you legs now attention brought to your neediness, "unt uh, don't stop now."

pulling off of her breast with a pop, "it's not enough," you mumble, barely able to meet the older's eyes.

"it's what? can't here you, honey," the hand that was soothing down the side of face dips and takes hold of your chin, "gotta speak up f'me, y'know i don't understand mumbling," she expresses, the gentle disciplinary reminder alone has your toes curling.

upon releasing your chin from her grasp, it gives janet the time to appreciate the beauty. you're in her arms, in her bed, at her mercy as you're still staring up at her with hazy eyes, with your lips still swollen from her allowing you to toy with her breast at your interest, and a mess in between your thighs that's all hers.

"janet," you whine, dragging out her name. her gaze snaps back to you, quirking her eyebrow up, "need you," it's said less whinier and a little more softer, but you made sure that it's said clear.

this is her favorite game. "what d'you need, baby?" she knows the answer is clear as day, but she can never not play with you a little. getting you all worked up and frustrated until you decide the ache is far worse than the embarrassment of telling her what you need.

whines only ensue, "need you," squirming, antsy from janet's antics, "touch me, please," it came out far more desperate than a plea for your pleasure, and the squirming only causes the friction you need oh so bad.

"touch you where," she asks, voice seductive and teasing as her hand raises to swipe a finger across your swollen lips, "here? d'you need a kiss?"

when you shake your head the woman acts offended for a short second, "oh, okay well," hand traveling down before it rest just over your covered breast, the small sleep tank leaves nothing to the imagination as your nipples are already pebble beneath the tank, "touch you here?" she asks again, her pointer finger and thumb taking a hold of your clothed nipple to pinch and roll lightly.

pressing your face into janet's chest to stifle your small moans, you hand wrapping around janet's to push it away. both overwhelmed and underwhelmed by the pleasure not coming from where you need it most. "no," you croak out from against her chest.

the same hand that toyed with your nipple snakes down past your breast to your naval to hover just above your clothed mound. "you gon' tell mommy where you need her so she can help you?"

your chest heaves, a shaky hand comes down to cover janet's moving both further down to rest over your clothed cunt, bucking your hips when the heel of her palm press against the dampness. "here," you're helpless, mind completely gone other than the need to have janet's hands on you.

"wasn't that so easy?" she teases, knowing that telling her what you need from her still makes you flustered, "don' worry i'm gonna take care of you." her head dipping down to the crook of your next to place a string of kisses along your bare shoulder.

her hand slips past the band of your sleep shorts and is immediately met with the sticky mess between your thighs. "no panties?" teeth lightly grazing your shoulder before nipping at it, "so filthy," she purrs as her middle and ring finger draw steady circles against your clit.

"please," both a whisper and plea, the waves of pleasure quickly overtaking your senses.

"i know, jus' relax," she soothes, fingers traveling to your leaking hole, circling it just as she does to your clit a few times before sinking a digit into your heat, shushing you when your whimper turns into a desperate moan as your head lulls back.

and upon adding another finger the sounds that filled the bedroom only became more obscene between your moans and squelches from your pussy as janet's fingers pump in and out.

turning your head, eyes barely open from the ecstasy of janet's nimble fingers and the bump of her palm against your swollen bud when your cunt sucks her fingers back in. but instead of leaning against her chest, you latch back onto one of her breast again. leaving sloppy kisses right before taking her hard nipple in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the bud, drawing a few low hums from janet.

your hole contracts around janet's fingers, "almost close?" again, she asks a question she knows the question to, but it's confirmed when you give a small nod, still attached to her breast, letting your eyes flutter shut once again this night, "cum f'me when you're ready, honey," keeping her pace the same to get you to your peak.

and it doesn't take long until your body stills, mouth unlatching from janet's breath allowing it to fall open into a silent moan. hips bucking and eyes screwed shut when you're tipped over the edge of release, closing your thighs around janet's hand.

"there you go," she coos against the shell of your eat, removing her slick covered fingers from your ruined cunt, but keeping her palm pressed against your cunt as you fall down from your high, "did so good."

her free hand caresses the back of your neck, toying with your little baby hairs before squeezing to signal you to peel your eyes open. looking back into janet's brown eyes, you're met with nothing but warmth and love, a coy smile on your face just before she dips down and connects your lips in a tender kiss.

©sweeterners 2026.

#minty’s recs #only way to read this is with one hand only #so good

I can’t stop thinking about using a vibrator and overstimulating early otw!michael 😩 what are your thoughts babe?

oh anon.. that makes two of us. i can totally see early otw era michael being shy and reluctant to show you what really feels good, so when you finally get him all loud and desperate your heart starts to do backflips. actually enjoyed this sm that i decided to make it into a tiny fic.. going to sneak in a pleasant surprise here too.. hope you like it (;

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You and Michael, rather new into your relationship, are in your room, fooling around like normal. You’re hitting each other with pillows, playfully arguing. You climb on top of him and pin him down to smother his face with kisses before seating yourself next to him, you two looking in the mirror now.

“Aren’t we the cutest?” You said boastfully, admiring the reflection of your face cards that could feed an economy.

“Yeah.” Michael giggled, but you could tell something was off in his answer. You looked over at him, head titling to the side. He had that ‘I have something to say, but am deciding whether or not I should actually say it’ look.

“Michael? What’s up?” You prodded at him as his eyes widened slightly, impressed at your ability to read him as if you hadn’t seen each other almost everyday for the past 2 months.

“It’s nothing..” He smiled shyly, hand coming up to cover his face. His reaction made you even more curious.

“Well oka- no! Just say it. I wanna know now. Don’t be afraid,” You assured him confidently, grabbing his hand from his face and pulling it away, “Nothing is off limits.”

A moment of silence passed before your boyfriend spoke up.

"Do you know what a vibrator is?" Michael said quietly, damn near at a whisper, to which you found your eyeballs popping out of your head. Reading your expression, he began to start apologizing.

"It's okay, I just wasn't expecting that," You laughed, still taken aback by the sudden shift, but definitely welcome to it, "Yeah, I do. I use one." His eyes lit up at the confession.

"What is it? I heard Rebbie on the phone talking about it, her friends laughing and sayin' she was mad that hers is broke. I felt it was a girl thing." His voice was laced with innocence. You tried to hold in your laugh.

"It's a vibrating massager.. and you can put it anywhere. Basically an adult toy."

You could see the light leave Michael's face as the pieces came together. He decided to quickly move past the fact that he heard his sister talking about it, before he decided which way he wanted to end himself.

"You're kidding!" He felt his cheeks warming up at the simple thought of you using this ‘adult toy’.

"No, I'm not!" You let out a chuckle, "You need proof?"

Michael bashfully nodded.

❤︎

Your boyfriend became dumbfounded as he watched you pull out your rather large Hitachi Magic Wand from in between your mattress, plug it into the outlet, and set it on the bed. You looked at him with a giggle and pat the bed where you two were previously sat, signaling him to come closer. He was acting as if the wand was an exotic animal that would bite.

"This big thing was just sitting in between your mattress..?" He questioned whilst seating himself next to you, laughing when you playfully shoved him at the judgement evident in his tone.

"Don't knock it until you try it," You rolled your eyes and picked up the toy, fumbling with it to find the power button and click it on. Michael's eyes widened at the sudden vibration. "See? We should try it on you.." You sat directly behind him now, wrapping your arms and legs around his waist while you peeked over his shoulder.

Before Michael could reply, you pressed the vibrator to his arm, making his body jolt ever-so slightly while simultaneously stealing his retort from him. You let it sit for a while before dragging it over to his other arm, closely watching his unamused face.

"Is this all it doe-" He started, but fell silent once you pressed the toy to his clothed nipple. His back arched with a hushed "Mm", head turning as he tried to stubbornly hide how good it actually felt. You ran your free hand up his chest and gripped the bottom of his chin, bringing his face back to look in the mirror.

“Now what were you saying?" You teased, eyes following his as he glanced at the reflection of you two in the mirror, chickening out and closing his eyes before he could really get a good picture of it. Being met with nothing but the sound of him trying to control his breathing—which he was failing horribly at, you dragged the vibe down from his nipple to his growing bulge, pressing hard to where you presumed his tip was. He let out a gasp that turned into a moan, his hand gripping your lower leg as he tried to process the new feeling.

❤︎

Michael’s chest rose up and down rapidly, eyes still shut, reeling at what just happened—and so quickly at that. It had probably only been 2 minutes with the vibe at its highest setting and you had already made him completely ruin his boxers and sweats he had on, leaving him terribly embarrassed. You ran a hand over his arm gently, indirectly telling him to let his death grip on your leg go.

“I dunno what took over me, you know I’m not a one minute m-”

“Michael, you’re fine. It’s your first time.” You assured him seriously, placing a kiss behind his ear.

“I’m not done with you anyway.” Seeing how obvious it was that he wasn’t satisfied with how quickly he was brought to his climax, you sat the vibe down and tugged at the waistband of his sweats and underwear. He rose his hips off the bed as you shimmied them off, a small wince escaping his lips at the cool air hitting his almost soft dick.

“Ready now?” You ran your hands up and down his thighs as his body shivered. He was in the middle of saying yes as you pressed the vibe back to his bare, now wet head, making the end of his word quickly fall into a moan. You started to kiss on his shoulder and neck, sucking on the area sporadically as he threw his head back onto your shoulder and shut his eyes.

You suddenly pulled your lips away from his neck, raising an eyebrow as his gaze met yours. His features were confused while helpless whines arose from his mouth.

“I want you to see how good you look for me. And don’t close your eyes this time.” You put on a faux pout and whine as he without hesitation followed your lead, looking into the mirror shyly as you clicked up the toy to its highest setting again. His hips immediately bucked at the sensation, trying to get away from how intense it was, but it proved to be even worse as his leaking cock only pressed harder into the vibration.

“Too much,” He moaned, the same hold he had on your leg earlier taking its place again. “I don’t- mm- like it..” He panted wildly between his words.

“Oh no, should I stop?” You let a wicked smile take over your face as you watched his expression in the mirror, him struggling to pick between wanting to close his eyes and simultaneously not being able to rip them away from what he was seeing. He didn’t respond for a moment—only letting out needy sounds—before he mumbled a low ‘No’, not so secretly enjoying it.

You slowly creeped a hand under his shirt, watching intently while both of your eyes followed to his nipple, Michael’s eyebrows furrowing as you began to flick at the raised area. His back arched at this, the loud and shaky moans that were now escaping his lips being nothing short of music to your ears.

“God, it feels so good..” He finally admitted, his cheeks growing extremely hot.

“Do you see yourself? You don’t have to tell me,” You cooed at him, pinching his nipple to make his body twitch. “Your hips won’t stop moving. Practically beggin’.” You whispered this into his ear, torturing him as he began to squirm.

“Please.” He looked completely worn out in the mirror. Only thinking about his pleasure, he let his eyes lull closed, and annoyed with how bad of a listener he was, you moved the vibe down and pressed it right below his glans. His eyes flashed open as his noises went up an octave, and you couldn’t help but laugh at how cute he was. Although your giggles were lighthearted, Michael got a little embarrassed, trying to hold them back as good as he could.

“Don’t hold back. You sound so good for me,” You ran slow circles around his nipple now. “I love your noises… you’re lasting so long, baby. Gonna come?”

“Yeah… but it feels weird..” He whined, and you couldn’t decipher whether he was referring to being overstimulated or watching himself in such a vulnerable state. Before you could respond to ask if he was alright, his moaning drowned you out as his orgasm took over, his body beginning to tremble.

If you thought the sudden high pitched whimper that left his lips when he reached his peak came took both of you by surprise, you audibly gasped when his cock began to shoot out a forceful stream of a clear liquid, looking similar to that of a fountain.

“Oh my god.” Is all you could choke out as you realized he was squirting, your brain panicking on what to do before you settled on massaging his side. You soon saw that he was just fine, and enjoying it at that fact. His eyes were wide as he watched himself go, his hips bucking wildly off the bed from the intensity as he cursed under his breath. You carefully ran the vibe up and down his shaft, amazed as the stream stopped and started back up several times. An unsteady hand of his came up to cover his eyes as it shot out for about the 2nd time, embarrassment flooding his veins as he was powerless to the nonstop pleasure. Seeing he was done after the last measly dribbles left him, you switched the wand off, placing it onto the bed, feeding off his pretty mewls as he came down.

“Baby, no way you just squirted!” You said hushed, almost as though it was a secret, laughing again as he tried to catch his breath. His winded laugh that joined you sounded like heaven. You pulled his hand away from his eyes, revealing his gorgeous doe eyes, but they were flooded in tears. He let out a low groan whilst two ran down like rain droplets onto his flushed cheeks.

“Are you okay? I thought you liked it,” You panicked, worrying if you had gone too far. His eyebrows raised as you spewed apologies, a shy grin taking over his features.

“Don't worry, I don't think i've ever felt that good in my life.” He said breathlessly, looking down at everything that was now soaked in his juices. Your worries were wiped clean off your face at his cute one while you wiped his tears, letting out a sigh.

“I bet,” You grabbed his face to kiss him long and hard, his mouth a little salty from the remnants of his tears. “You made such a big mess.”

“M’ sorry.” He looked at you with his still damp eyes, trying to push back his smile as he opted for biting his lip in the way he knew got your core throbbing.

“No you ain’t," You rolled your eyes at him. “This is what you get for trying to be mean to my vibrator!” You smirked at him with an 'I told you so' expression, almost peering over his face as he was now slouched onto your shoulder, chest still heaving.

He weakly placed a kiss on your nose, voice slightly raspy from the task of crying out all night. “Thank you, baby. I love you.”

“I love you more, angel.”

𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎..

minty speaks! AHAHA.. we ALL want to make michael squirt. #idk. sorry for the delay too anon </3 but it’s finally hereee

#ask minty! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)#michael jackson #michael jackson x reader #michael jackson x you #michael jackson smut #michael jackson imagine #dom!reader #black reader

we yearn for more janet smut 🙏

hey anon! great newsss, i just posted some more here!!

#ask minty! (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶)

body favors — janet j

contents: 18+, requested ᢉ𐭩 sub!fem reader + dom!bestfriend janet + cute stuff + watching corn together + some tension + first time + lots of teasing + dry humping

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Janet was your best friend since childhood. You two were inseparable, even going as far as attending the same college to stay close to each other. You two told each other everything, from family drama to your deepest insecurities, and that was clear in the way you spoke to each other.

“Girl. You’ll never fucking guess what I found!” Janet whispered carefully into the telephone that was clutched to her ear, awaiting your usual ‘Huh? What?’ response.

“One of my brothers’ porno tapes… a whole compilation! I was snooping in their closet, and boom. It was right there in a box,” She was hushed, hoping no one would hear her. “We have to watch it. You can sleep over too.”

“W-What? No way.”

“Yes way. Come to my place after your exam.”

❤︎

You found yourself knocking for what felt like the 15th time at Janet’s apartment door, fearing you would disturb her neighbors if you went any father. Before you could place the 16th, your friend opened the door, breathing heavily.

“Sorry! I was getting something for us.” Her ability to remain so beautiful even whilst out of breath almost killed you as she welcomed you in. You sat your belongings down and made your way to her room, where you were met with two small bowls of ice cream propped up on the bed.

“Post-exam celebration?” She did jazz hands towards her bed, smile bright as you turned to her with wide, happy eyes. You embraced her, jumping up and down in excitement.

“This is so cute! I love it,” You couldn’t throw yourself onto the bed any quicker before picking up a spoonful of vanilla goodness and scooping it into your mouth. You let out a satisfied hum at the taste, and Janet did the same.

❤︎

After gossiping for about hours on end, Janet got up from her spot, holding both of your empty bowls to place them on the nightstand. She then reached into her backpack that lay next to it, pulling out a videocassette. She plopped back down next to you, throwing it in between the two of you.

“It’s time.” She commented ominously, smiling as she let you take a peek at it. The label read Best of: Hot Sensations II. You locked eyes with Janet and began to laugh at the name, further encouraging her shenanigans.

“Start it! Where’s my popcorn,” You humored her as you sat back against the pillows propped up against the headboard, getting into a comfy spot while she turned the TV on and loaded up the tape. She joined you back in bed as the TV crackled a bit before coming to life.

What popped up on screen was calm, for now, just a girl grabbing cereal from the kitchen and sitting at a table to eat. A guy walked in after her, shirtless, probably her boyfriend. The scene was uneventful, with them just talking about ‘business’. One thing lead to another, and the guy was on his knees kissing up the girl’s legs. The scene switched to a close up of his head in between her legs, and you let out a dramatic squeal, covering your eyes.

“Look at her bush!” Janet’s eyes went wide, making you peek from behind your fingers. The woman indeed, did have a pretty thick bush. A few minutes passed of this, along with more stupid commentary from the both of you—mostly Janet’s—and the screen went black, likely transitioning to another scene.

“This is insane!” You giggled, freeing your face from your hands. Janet began to speak, but was cut off by the switch to the new scene; two girls making out. You looked over at Janet with your jaw nearly dropped, her facial expression matching yours.

“Oh my god.” Is all she could let out, realizing that you two probably should’ve looked at the contents before just shoving it in the video player. Neither of you had seen anything like this before, and it was clear in the way the room fell quiet.

You were both consumed by the sight, the two ladies on screen now undressing and groping each other’s bodies. Everything else you had seen was pretty funny, but now for some off reason, you felt your cheeks burning up. Suddenly every moan and squeeze of their bodies sent little zaps of arousal to your sex. You took your bottom lip inbetween your top row of teeth, feeling embarrassed as your thighs began to unconsciously clench, looking for any kind of friction. Janet looked over at you briefly, taking notice to the new feeling in the air.

“You’re quiet,” She said with a cheeky smile, placing an innocent hand on your thigh. “Are you into this..?” She teased, sing-songy whilst letting out a laugh, using her fingertips to playfully squeeze and shake your thigh.

“No! This shit is crazy..” You didn’t want to admit it, but your entire body was telling you otherwise, and her hands on you were only making the feeling worsen. With a playful roll of her eyes, she turned her head back to the TV. The actors onscreen were now topless, and the camera panned closer to them as one of them took the other’s nipple into her mouth. Janet let out a dramatic noise at this, hand squeezing your thigh again.

“Can you imagine another girl doing this to you?” She spoke lowly, but excited, and you shrugged, trying to fein ignorance, but only one thought came to your brain: you could surely imagine Janet doing this to you.

You were now fighting an internal battle—trying to shove down the thoughts of you and your own best friend engaging in such a sexual act—and you were losing. Horribly. As you continued to watch the tape, all you could now think of was how good that would feel if it was Janet; her full lips wrapped around your nipple, the feeling of pressing your breasts against hers, the noises she would make.. it was making you and your now throbbing core go insane. You moved Janet’s hand from your thigh, sitting up out of your laid position.

“Jan, my stomach hurts. I should go home,” You said almost at a whisper, not being able to even look at her in her now concerned eyes. “Think I had too much ice cream.” Her eyebrows crooked into a confused position.

“When have you ever had too much ice cream?”

“I’m serious.”

“You said you would sleep over! Just use the bathroom.”

“That’s not it,” You raised your body from the bed, beginning to crawl off, “I have to-“

“What the hell is up with you?” Janet grabbed your arm, stopping you in your tracks. The only thing that could be heard in her apartment was the sound of the girls on the TV moaning, and something that stupid would usually make you two laugh, but not even that was funny in this moment.

“I’m horny.” You confessed, omitting the important part of why you were so worked up.

“And? You might be gay. That’s fine.” Her eyebrows furrowed even more, obvious that she was becoming annoyed with your dodgy answers.

“I keep thinking about the girls being us,” You reclaimed your spot on the bed now, nervously playing with your hands. “Well… I want it to be us.” You felt your heart drop to your ass as Janet’s eyes widened.

“Wasn’t expecting that. At all.” You could feel yourself breathe again when her surprised expression turned into a small laugh. Noticing how apprehensive you were, she grabbed your active hand to still it.

“Well, you are cute.. so why not?” She grabbed the TV remote to silence the distracting noises, leaving only a lamp in the corner on. You could feel your face heat up in embarrassment.

“I’ve thought of kissing you plenty of times.”

“You’re serious?” You questioned, almost breathlessly. She hummed a small “Mhm” in response, her curious hands that were now traveling up your sides feeling like fire.

“You said you were horny right?” She ghosted a finger over your hard nipple that was eagerly poking from your shirt, making your back arch involuntarily. “I’ll try to take care of you, so relax.”

Your head nodded shyly. Janet ever so slowly creeped that same hand under your shirt, aggressively massaging the skin whilst occasionally coming up to twirl and pinch at your nipples. She stared at you intensely while doing so, looking for cues that would let her know what got you going the most. She began to focus in on abusing your nipples, as it brought out the most gasps and small hums of pleasure from you.

A free hand began to roam your body again, tapping the side of your butt as a signal for you to sit up. You naturally followed her orders, sitting yourself up on your knees to show yourself off to her. She used this as an opportunity to smack and grope the fat of your ass, to which you tried to choke back a moan.

“Let me hear you,” She slapped her hand against your clothed ass again, making an embarrassed whine escape from your lips. “You like that, don’t you? Being teased?” She questioned, purposely going even harder on your nipples to prevent you from speaking back. Your uncontrollable whimpering spoke for you as her top row of teeth sank into her bottom lip, amused with the sight in front of her.

“I need more..” You barely got out, feeling your head start to spin at how perfectly she touched you while still managing to leave you high and insanely wet where you most needed it. Her answer to this was to help you take off your pants and shirt, leaving you with nothing but your ironically lacy panties on. You began to feel shy as she gazed at your body in this manner, two of your hands slowly coming up to shield your chest as if her hand wasn’t all over them two seconds ago.

“I’ve seen you naked 100 times already,” She smiled as she plucked away your hands from your body, eyes trailing down to your covered pussy. You couldn’t help but throb at the attention. She snuck a finger underneath the waistband of the fabric, pulling it forward before letting it release with a stinging snap against your skin that made you inhale sharply. “Did you wear these for me? I love ‘em…” She teased, pulling you onto her lap into a straddling position as you wrapped your arms around her neck. You pressed your lips against hers gently, trying to find the right rhythm as you explored the first kiss. You got comfortable enough to the point where it got sloppy, and the mixture of the wet noises and low moans coming from Janet were making you completely soak your underwear. Wanting to ease the aching of your cunt, you began to grind yourself down onto Janet as if you’d been waiting centuries. Her hands immediately clasped your sides to guide you, slowing you down.

“Don’t get too needy, baby.” She panted heavily through her words as she broke the kiss, the sudden pet-name sounding like pure gold coming from her lips.

“I wouldn’t be if you would just let me come.” You whined, pecking her on the lips.

“Not right now. I’ll get you there, don’t worry.” She started to kiss down your neck slowly, eliciting small gasps and twitches from you with every press of her soft lips. Snaking her way down to the area in between your breasts, her eyes met yours as she stopped.

“Please.” Was all it took from you for her to fully enclose her lips around your nipple, suckling on it similarly to a lollipop. Your back arched harshly into her mouth whilst your breathing became even more labored, her hands now guiding you faster against her.

“M’ getting so close..” You moaned out as you brought a hand around the base of her neck, pushing her face further into your chest. She squeezed your sides, letting out a muffled ‘Mmm’ into you before shaking her head. You two took a pause so that Janet could take off her own pants before resuming, whining desperately at the way you could feel your clit rubbing against hers. She laid down against the headboard as her hands rested on top of your thighs.

“Make us come, pretty.” She said firmly, hands beginning to rub up and down your thighs. Your brain could think of nothing more than your climax as you ground yourself harder and harder onto her with every move of your hips, watching as the pleasure took over her face. You grabbed onto her thighs behind you for leverage as you moved your body as fast as you could, your desperate whines along with Janet’s moans being the only sound present in her tiny apartment. In awe at you and the way your boobs bounced so lewdly with every shift of your body, Janet reached a hand to grip one again, moving her hips along with yours. It felt surreal, how easily you turned into a needy mess for her.

“You look so good like this..” She mumbled, the heat surging inside of you becoming almost unbearable with her words. With a few more choppy rolls of both of your hips, you came completely undone. A barely audible ‘coming’ Is all you were able to get out before a loud moan cut you off, your body being taken over by how intensely your walls clenched around nothing. Janet guided you through your orgasm, chanting small ‘yes’’s and ‘just like that’’s as her own orgasm hit her like a truck. Her hand squeezed onto your breast tight as her body began to tremble, but you didn’t let up, continuing to thrust your hips upwards, making the older under you whimper loudly as her hands reclaimed their spot on your hips.

“Baby stop- It-it’s t’much…” She moaned, attempting to slow you down, but it was no use. The pain felt too good, and you felt your body weakening at the overstimulation, switching from gripping her thighs behind you to placing your palms flat on her chest whilst you essentially rode her.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” You breathed heavily atop of her as you soon came to a halt, letting up to lay your head on her chest. “Mmm, I got you back, yeah?” You taunted, a smile picking at your features as you shyly locked eyes with your best friend.

“I don’t wanna hear it,” She rolled her eyes at you, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Let’s do this again.”

“Hell yeah.” You laughed, eyes lulling shut.

𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒'𝑠 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝘩𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝘩𝑎𝑡 𝑐𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚..

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JANET JACKSON

Doesn't Really Matter (2000)

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i'm not even ashamed i loved tears so so so much i need more crying whiny submissive michael you write him so WELL!!!!!! maybe reader takes him to a library or late night movie (somewhere quiet and semi private really) and jerks him off, promising to let him come if he's able to keep quiet? have a wonderful night 🩷

in the dark ⊱ michael jackson

⊱ otw!michael x f!reader ◞ A late-night movie date with a restless Michael takes a risky turn in the darkness of the back row. When hands start to wander in the dark, he is left desperately struggling to muffle his gasps and keep from getting caught.

⊱ smut, hand job, mention of ‘y/n’ twice, sub!michael, public hand job, risk of getting caught

The cool night air hit your skin as you walked side-by-side with Michael toward the glowing marquee of the theater. He was trying his best to look inconspicuous, buried under a slightly oversized jacket, his signature curls tucked loosely beneath a flat cap, and aviator sunglasses resting on the bridge of his nose despite the sun having set hours ago.

Even with the his growing fame taking over , this specific theater was his favorite escape.

"I'm telling you, they have the absolute best popcorn in the city," Michael insisted, his voice a nervous, excited pitch as he bounced slightly on the balls of his feet. He reached out, his long fingers gently catching your hand and squeezing it. "And the late showings are usually pretty chill. It's perfect."

"If you say so, angle face," you teased, leaning into his side. "But if we get swarmed by a mob of screaming fans, I'm letting them know it was entirely your idea."

Michael let out that high, melodic laugh of his, the sound warming you completely. "Deal. But look, we'll just blend right in."

The lobby had a steady hum of people milling about, grabbing snacks and chatting. Michael practically floated up to the ticket counter, pulling some crumpled bills from his pocket with a shy smile, keeping his head down. "Two for the thriller, please," he murmured softly to the teenager working the register, who handed over the stubs without a second glance.

Once the tickets were secure, Michael practically dragged you by the hand toward the concession stand. The smell of hot butter and sugar filled the air, and his eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store.

"We need a large popcorn. Extra butter. Oh, and Red Vines. Do you want Red Vines, or should we get M&Ms? Let's get both," he rambled, already pointing at the glass display.

"Michael, we are only two people, we don't need the entire inventory," you laughed, pulling his arm back slightly. "Just the popcorn and the M&Ms is fine. I'll carry the candy, you get the bucket."

"Alright, alright," he conceded, blushing slightly as he paid. With your hands full, he guided you down the dimly lit hallway toward the auditorium. When you walked in, you realized the theater wasn't empty at all.

While it wasn't a packed house, there was a healthy crowd scattered throughout—couples whispering a few rows down, groups of friends laughing near the middle, and a few people sitting just a row or two ahead of you.

Michael led you all the way to the very back row, slipping into the plush red seats right in the center. He immediately kicked his loafers off, tucking his white-socked feet up onto the seat, and set the massive bucket of popcorn between you. He took off his sunglasses, his dark, soulful eyes sparkling in the flickering glow of the screen as the trailers started to roll.

"See? What did I tell you?" Michael whispered proudly, leaning his head close to yours, his shoulder brushing against your own. "Best seats in the house."

"It is pretty perfect," you admitted, turning your head to look at him. But looking around at the rows of people in front of you, a sudden, thrilling wave of mischief washed over you.

The risk of being caught right here in public, with people just a few feet away, made your heart race.

You looked down at his lap, then back up to his face, a slow smirk spreading across your lips. "Let's see if we can make it a little more interesting, though."

Michael swallowed hard, his eyes darting to yours, suddenly picking up on your shift in energy. "What do you mean?"

Instead of answering, you let your hand slide off your own armrest, bypassing the popcorn entirely, and let your fingers sink into his lap, brushing right past the bucket. Your fingers lightly traced the fabric of his trousers, right along his inner thigh.

Michael stiffened instantly. A sharp intake of breath hitched in his throat, and his eyes darted from the screen down to your hand, then frantically scanned the rows of people in front of you. His cheeks flared a deep, burning crimson, visible even in the dim light.

"Baby," he whispered, his voice a frantic, breathless pitch. "What are you doing? Someone's gonna see..."

The sheer thrill of the crowd around you only fueled you. You didn't answer. You just gave him a knowing smile and let your fingers venture higher, deliberately tracing the rapidly growing heat between his legs. Michael let out a tiny, trapped gasp, his hands gripping the armrests so tightly his knuckles turned white.

He tried so hard to focus on the movie, but as your palm cupped him through his pants, feeling how hard he already was for you, his head rolled back against the seat.

"Oh, Jesus," he breathed, his eyes fluttering shut. He was a complete, flustered mess, utterly helpless against your touch, terrified someone would turn around.

Leaning close, you whispered against his ear, telling him exactly what you were going to do to him if he promised to be a good, quiet boy. Michael could only nod frantically, biting his bottom lip so hard it lost its color.

Slowly and carefully, you unzipped him. The slide of the metal zipper felt incredibly loud to his hyper-sensitized ears, making him shiver. You slipped your hand inside, your warm fingers wrapping around his length. Michael let out a shaky, trembling sigh, his hips twitching involuntarily into your palm.

You started a slow, deliberate stroking rhythm. He was so sensitive, whimpering softly under his breath, a sound so sweet and submissive it made your chest tighten.

He arched his back slightly, his head tossing from side to side as you teased him, varying your pace—speeding up just enough to make his breath hitch, then slowing down to an agonizingly cruel crawl.

"Please," he whimpered, a tiny, desperate sound completely at your mercy. He clamped a hand over his own mouth, his wide, dark eyes looking at you with pure, unfiltered need. He was a trembling, sweaty, beautiful mess, doing everything in his power to keep from making a scene.

Right then, the loud action scene on the screen abruptly cut away. The movie shifted to a tense, dead-silent dramatic pause.

At that exact microsecond, you gave him a firm, deliberate squeeze.

"Ah—nn..."

A distinct, high-pitched whimper escaped Michael’s lips, echoing just a little too loudly in the quiet theater. A person a few rows ahead shifted in their seat, and Michael’s eyes went wide with sheer panic. He immediately froze, terrified they had been caught.

Amused by his panic, you instantly pulled your hand away, resting it innocently on your own lap.

Michael whimpered again, but this time it was a whine of pure deprivation. He looked down at his lap, then up at you, his eyes glossy and pleading. Without your touch, the contrast was agonizing. He looked so beautifully desperate, completely undone by you.

"Y/N... please," he whispered, his voice cracking, entirely submissive to whatever you wanted. "Don't stop. I'll be quiet, I promise. Please."

You let him beg for just a few seconds more, enjoying the sight of the world's biggest star completely under your thumb in a room full of people. Finally, you smirked, leaning in to kiss his burning cheek before sliding your hand back inside his pants, rescuing him from the edge and letting him sink right back into the quiet, breathless bliss.

Your smirk widened at his desperate expression, but you didn’t keep him waiting for long. Sliding your hand back down into his unzipped trousers, your warm fingers enveloped his throbbing length once more.

Michael let out a muffled, frantic gasp against his hand, his hips instantly jerking upward into your palm in sheer relief. The sudden movement caused the popcorn bucket between you to rustle loudly, the sound mimicking a sudden thunderclap in his hyper-sensitive ears.

"Shh, Mikey," you teased, your voice a barely audible breath against his ear as your thumb stroked over the wet tip of him. "You have to be quiet, remember? Look how many people are right in front of us."

Michael’s eyes darted wildly over the tops of the seats ahead. Just three rows down, a couple was sharing a box of candy, completely oblivious to the pop icon unraveling in the back row.

The proximity of everyone else made his heart hammer violently against his ribs, an intoxicating mix of sheer terror and overpowering arousal.

"I'll be good," he choked out, his voice trembling as he clamped his hand harder over his mouth. "Just... please, Y/N."

You didn't show him any mercy. You quickened the pace, your hand sliding up and down his shaft in a tight, fluid rhythm. Michael’s head thrashed back against the plush headrest, his eyelids fluttering frantically as he tried to ride the waves of pleasure you were dictating. He was completely undone, a whimpering, submissive mess under your control, entirely at the mercy of your moving hand.

Every time his hips tried to pick up the speed to chase the friction, you deliberately slowed down, turning the rhythm agonizingly agonizing until he whined against his own palm, pleading with his eyes.

"You like it when I do this, Michael?" you whispered, leaning in so close your lips brushed his burning earlobe. You picked up the pace again, adding a firm, twisting motion at the top.

He could only nod frantically, a stray curl falling across his forehead, damp with sweat. His chest heaved up and down as the friction built, the heat between his legs becoming unbearable. He was so incredibly close, his entire body tightening like a coiled spring.

On the screen, the music began to swell, a dramatic crescendo of strings signaling a climax in the film. You recognized the cue and seized the moment, pumping your hand faster and harder, gripping him firmly.

Michael’s eyes went completely wide, a gloss of sheer ecstasy washing over them. His toes curled inside his white socks, his free hand gripping your thigh with desperate, digging fingers as he reached the point of no return.

"Baby—" he gasped out against his knuckles, his voice cracking into a high, broken note as the movie screen erupted into a loud explosion.

Under the cover of the cinematic blast, Michael arched his back completely off the seat, his hips bucking helplessly into your hand as he came. Thick, hot rope after rope coated your palm, his body trembling violently with every pulse. He let out a succession of muffled, breathless hitches, completely spent, his head falling weakly onto your shoulder as the tremors slowly subsided.

You kept your hand still, letting him breathe as his racing heart slowly began to decelerate. He felt incredibly heavy against you, completely pliable and soft, all the tension melted out of him.

After a few minutes, you carefully pulled your hand away, using a stray napkin from the concession stand to clean yourself and then gently wiping him down before doing up his zipper.

Michael slowly opened his eyes, his cheeks still flushed a beautiful, rosy pink. He looked up at you through his long eyelashes, a shy, incredibly sweet smile returning to his face. He leaned over, pressing a soft, trembling kiss to your cheek.

"You're bad," he whispered, his voice still incredibly raspy and breathless as he reached over to hold your clean hand, squeezing it tightly. "But thank you."

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(18+) 𓈒 ݁ ݂ pervy!michael who lovesss & i mean LOVES to steal your panties. he likes to wait for you and janet to go out, just so he can slip into janet's room and dig through your belongings. god, he felt so disgusting. he was such a pervert, and didn't like to admit that, of course. but, how the hell else do you describe stealing a random girl's panties?? perversion, that's what. he had 2 or 3 that he kept himself, always sweating his ass off whenever he'd overhear you asking janet where the pairs had gone. little did you know, he spent most nights jerking off with said panties, quietly cooing and whimpering as he dragged the soft fabric up and down on his cock.

"god." he'd groan out into the silence, closing his eyes to try and let his imagination flourish. he pictured you in nothing but the panties he currently was touching himself with, the little tiny bow on the hem driving him absolutely crazy. he imagined you crawling onto his naked body, pulling your panties to the side & bouncing up and down gorgeously on his length. he bit his bottom lip from the anticipation, your head thrown back as you rocked your hips delicately.

"fuck me, michael—oooh!—need you so bad." you'd scream out, his imagination obviously running wild.

"yeah, baby.. that's right." he'd speak in reality, his hand and your panties continuing to make him feel immaculate pleasure. "love it when you say my name." he whined, his hips bucking a few times as the scene in his brain continued to play.

fuck, he was such a pervert. only for you.