— part two of werewolf!michael :p but its just him chasing you in the rain ! (during his heat cycle..)
— primal play obviously, petnames (baby & sweet thing), biting, size difference, manhandling, wet humping (cause there in the rain hahaha), a bit of smut.
Michael had been burning up all day, body slick with sweat and a painful boner he couldn’t wane whatsoever. His heat cycles became more intense as the years go by, its even worse that he couldn’t call you to help him.
so instead of pouncing on you—he decided to play his favorite game with you!
tag.
“Mikey, are you sure?” you ask as you look at the dark trees and the fast rain coming down, his large body hovering behind you. “Its just a game baby, our favorite remember? you love playing tag!” he points out, face burrowed into your neck.
you chew at your bottom lip, still hesitant, when his teeth gnaw at your neck. “Mike!” you clasp your neck and elbow him, his ears flatten against his head and he playfully pouts. “im jus’ playing..”
you shake your head but sigh. “fine, we can play tag as usual but.. why in the rain?”
“because it makes it way more fun!” he nudges you. “now go! get a head start.” you roll your eyes at his command but obey, taking off into the forest.
his cock thickens when he gets a whiff of your scent, ears twitching with delight—he wanted you so badly.
after a while, he got impatient and started after you, he usually waited 5 minutes but he didn’t want to wait. he needed to catch his prey.
his shoes thump on the wet forest floor as the rain makes his curls stick to his forehead, adrenaline and pleasure driving him to find you, he could smell your sweet scent somewhere to the left—god, you were predictable.
meanwhile, you were running towards the dock at the end of the forest, a grin on your face. was michael finally losing his touch? he wouldve caught up by now—
suddenly? your grabbed from behind, roughly maneuvered onto the wet wood of the dock, a yelp leaving your lips. “Got you, sweet thing.” he purrs and immediately groans when you wiggle underneath him, ass pressed against his aching cock.
“M-Mikey..” you gasp in surprise, was he seriously hard by chasing you? or.. was it something else?
he ruts against your ass, leaning down to lick at your neck. “m’ sorry baby.. gotta have you right now, cant help it.”
one-shot. smut. inexperienced!pre-otw!mike x experienced!fem!reader. sub!mike. softdom!reader. praise. loss of virginity. blk!reader in mind. not proof-read .✦ ݁˖ mikey’s tired of being a virgin. masterlist
embarrassed was a poor choice of words.
michael was ashamed.
his brothers have wives, girlfriends, hookups, and michael didn’t even get his first kiss yet. he thought he was pathetic, really. and as much as michael is a shy guy, he’s also desperate for advice. so who else would he go to than to his childhood best friend?
you were quite literally perfection is michael’s eyes. beautiful hair that you always styled differently yet so entirely you, radiating smile, tons of attention from boys, and an insane clothing style to the point michael might or might’ve not tried to have his stylists make him matching outfits.
and god, how could he forget those thighs? plump, soft and squishy. he couldn’t help the way his eyes darted to them everytime you guys went swimming together and you wore that tiny hot pink bikini he loved.
you were probably the most gorgeous girl he’s ever laid eyes on. which is why you’re the first person he asks for advice, of course.
“i don’t get it, you’re telling me you never even kissed a girl?” you asked gently, tilting your head as you looked up into his big brown eyes, a small chuckle leaving your lips.
“no! like, i know m’not the best looking, but—“ he muttered, before you stopped him by placing a finger to his lips.
“don’t say that.” you whispered, the tension in the air suddenly getting thicker. “m’not boutta sit here and listen to you insult the prettiest face ever.” you added, a gentle smile appearing on your face as your hands cupped his cheeks.
michael giggled and blush, his cheeks getting all rosy as he looked away. “you don’t mean that.” he replied, his voice soft and silky as he looked back at you, still smiling all flustered.
“oh, but i do, angelface. you just have to be the handsomest boy i’ve ever met.” you added, smiling wider and wider as the seconds passed.
you adored michael, truly. some might even say you were in love with him, truthfully. tho, never have you made a move — you always assumed michael wasn’t into relationships, or all the messes that came with it. you thought he was too gentle, too nice, too sweet to be with you — a maneater. you’ve always told yourself that you’re not the kind of girl michael is into, that he probably loves softer, gentler girls that match his personality style, and you couldn’t have been more wrong.
michael loved dominant women. those who knew their worth, who don’t take bullshit, who aren’t scared to put people in their places. the kind of woman that makes his knees weak, and his mind blank. aka you.
“i can’t believe a girl like you would want to hang around someone like me.” he whispered, his doe eyes staring down into yours.
“what are you sayin’, mike?” you mumbled, your voice softer as you kept your hands on his cheeks.
“i-i just..” he muttered before sighing, his eyes fluttering closed for a second, his long lashes hitting his cheeks. “i feel like such a loser. i-i’ve never.. y’know, done anything with a girl — let alone kiss her. am i that ugly?” he added, his eyes fluttering back open, yet still looking down at his thighs like he was ashamed.
“michael, look at me.” you whispered, your voice a bit more firm now, mike’s head lifting up and staring into your eyes with his big sad ones. “m’gonna show you how pretty you are.” you breathed out, which made shivers go down michael’s spine. “tell me if you want to stop, pretty boy.”
“wha— what?” he mumbled, stumbling over his words as you smiled, looking up at him while his cheeks were bright pink, his eyes scanning all over your face.
your lips slowly went over his, a soft gasp escaping michael’s throat into your mouth. his hands hovered over you, his brain already mush just from the feel and taste of your strawberry lipgloss on his lips. “w-wait—!” he suddenly gasped out, his hands going to your shoulders as you leaned back. “w-what are you— um, what are you d-doin’..?” michael asked gently, his breathing already quicker and heavier as he looked down at you, confused.
“m’givin’ you love.” you replied, voice still gentle — compared to your public persona. “s’okay if you don’t want to, michael.” you added, wanting to make him feel at ease as possible.
“y-you.. you don’t have to do this because you’re pitying me.” He mumbled, looking away as he fidgeted with his fingers.
michael’s words made you stare at him in silence, before a soft sigh left your nostrils, your eyes closing before your hands went back to his cheeks. “michael, m’not doin’ this cause i pity you.” you replied, smiling exasperatedly. “i wish you knew for how long i’ve wanted this. wish you could understand how my heart races when you’re around.” you added, which made michael’s breath hitch, his hands already gripping the sheets while his heart raced.
“you don’t have to reply.” you replied, michael staring into your eyes like he couldn’t peel his gaze away. “d’you want me to kiss you again?” you whispered, your breath ghosting over his lips. michael eagerly nodded his head, which made you smile. “words, baby.” the petname made michael’s body go warm, biting his lower lip in nervousness.
“y-yes, please. p-please kiss me.” he fumbled over his words, which made you smile and kiss him again.
you guided him through it. he was kissing you messily, trying his best to imitate your lips moving against his, his hands shakily resting against your waist, remembering all the stuff his brothers told him before. you could feel his trembling hands wander over you clumsily, not really knowing what he’s doing.
your hands gripped his wrists gently, your lips parting from him which made michael leave out a sad little noise. “michael, you don’t have to act like you know everything.” you whispered, your lips going to his jawline, which made him gasp and immediately throw his head back. “jus’ lemme take care of you.” you added, your hands running over his clothed chest as you lips kept moving down his skin onto his throat — sucking gentle hickeys.
michael fought with his own body, biting back on his lower lip until you gently nibbled down on his warm skin. “i wanna hear all the pretty noises you make, please.” you mumbled breathily against his skin, before going back to pressing kisses and gentle sucks on his throat.
it was like your words set something off in michael, a small whine leaving his lips, sending tingles all over your body. you loved seeing him unravel like him.
your lips traced slowly lower, lips moving across his throat and onto his shoulders, his breathing quickening as his hands trembled. “are you okay?” you whispered against his skin, your hands slowly pulling the hem of shirt he was wearing higher.
“m-m’fine, m-m’just— m’just nervous.” he admitted embarrassingly, looking away with a red face that made you giggle at his shyness.
“that’s okay. that’s normal.” your whispered, pulling the shirt higher until you took it off his shoulders, throwing it away behind you. “but i promise, m’gonna make you feel so good.” you added, pressing a soft kiss on his bare torso, michael’s eyes fluttering closed as he let out a shaky sigh.
your lips traced lower and lower, until your small fingers gripped michael’s belt, making him gasp and grip your wrists.
“w-wait—! i-i can’t let you—!” he mumbled hurriedly, his breathing heavy and loud now.
you looked up into michael’s eyes, yours full of need for the man you’ve craved for so long. “why not? i want to. do you want me to?” you asked gently, the eye contact making michael melt and bite his lower lip.
“b-but.. it’s so dirty.. i-i can’t let you do that..” he mumbled shyly, one of his hands going over his lips, which made you smile.
“s’okay, i wanna be dirty for you.” you whispered, your hands slowly undoing his belt, michael’s breath trembling as he gripped his own thighs.
you unzipped his jeans, tugging them slightly down to see the huge tent in michael’s boxers while he stared down at you. you pressed a soft kiss against his clothed hard-on, keeping eye contact as you looked up into his eyes through your lashes.
michael gasped loudly, his hips twitching up against you, his cheeks bright red. “m-m’sorry—!” He mumbled, before a shaky sigh left his lips as you kept pressing long open mouthed kisses against the thin cotton of his underwear.
“don’t apologize baby, just means m’doing my job right.” you breathed out, your fingers delicately pulling down on the strap of his boxers, making his hard cock slap against your face, making you smile.
michael gasped at the sight beneath him, his mind already dizzy. “o-oh god, oh god..” he panted, hands trembling against his thighs.
you kissed his pretty and flushed tip, making his dick twitch and a choked whimper leave his lips, his eyes fluttering. “breathe, baby.” you whispered, offering kitten licks all over the fat head of his cock, mewls leaving his lips.
as much as michael tried to breathe, he couldn’t slow down his heart. your lips slowly wrapped around his tip, making him gasp and buck his hips up against your face instinctively. the deeper you took him in your throat, the louder his noises were. your throat was so warm, wet and perfect — and you wanted to have him in. you wanted him.
it didn’t take long until you were bobbing your head up and down, loud slurping sounds as you hollowed your cheeks in, tongue swirling around his hard cock nestled deep into your throat. he was huge, and you kept gagging and drooling over him. the sight was so dirty, and michael couldn’t stop the loud moans leaving his plump lips.
“a-agh, g-god—! baby, babybabybaby—“ he cried out, his long slim fingers sliding into your curls, not pushing your head down but just needing to hold you.
you felt him twitch in your mouth, and his whimpers slowly got a higher pitch. you quickly pulled your mouth off him, a loud “pop!” sound filling your ears as you looked up at him, dick pressed against your cheeks with spit all over your chin, smiling with hazy eyelids.
“y-you look so d-dirty..” michael whispered, his cock twitching again — his body in contrast with his words which made you giggle.
“have you ever touched a woman, michael?” you asked gently, sitting back up, your hands slowly peeling the straps of you tank top off your shoulders with a smile.
michael’s breath hitched, his eyes going to your bare shoulders with a huge blush, heart racing. “n-no.” he rasped out, voice shaky as you threw your shirt god knows where, leaving you in a lacy hot pink and black bra.
“do you want to?” you whispered, getting closer, michael’s hands hovering around your bare waist, his lips parted open as he panted.
“p-please.” he whined, his eyes meeting yours, full of need which made you giggle.
your hands went over his, guiding them to your waist, before your lips went back to his, moving slowly as michael’s hands gripped your waist out of instinct.
“you feel so good against me.” you whispered against his lips, slowly crawling over his lap, making michael gasp into your mouth. your clothed pussy was right against his bare cock, still rock hard and needy from the orgasm denial you forced upon him earlier. “d’you wanna see me fully?”
michael nodded quickly and eagerly, his hands still on your waist. “y-yes, yes..” he breathed out, voice trembling while his eyes stayed on your tits sitting so prettily due to your bra.
you smiled gently, your hips slightly raising as you slid your shorts and panties down in one go, your pussy glistening from arousal just by sucking michael’s cock.
you settled back down on michael’s lap, his hard cock sliding between your wet folds, both of you letting out a shaky sigh.
“o-oh g-god, you’re s-so wet..” whimpered michael, his head throwing back as you slowly grind down against him, your wetness coating his length, gentle sighs leaving your lips.
your eyes scanned over him, realizing his size. sure, you weren’t unexperienced, it’s not like you’ve never seen a dick before — but god, michael was big. not super thick — but he was long. you bit your lip at the mix of the image of mike’s cock glistening with your wetness and your clit grinding against said length.
“i-i need to feel you inside me. y’gonna let me? gonna let me ride you?” you whispered, grinding a bit faster against michael, his eyes fluttering closed as his hips bucket up against yours.
“p-please.” he cried out, and you didn’t need to be asked twice.
you lined yourself up with michael’s twitching dick, shivering before you slowly slid down, inch by inch, feeling him stretch you open. your eyes fluttered closed, loud moans leaving your lips as your body adjusted to michael’s size. michael was whimpering, his hands squeezing your waist as they trembled, eyes practically rolling back as you slid down his length.
once you bottomed out, michael whined your name, his arms wrapping around your waist as he hid his face in your neck, panting heavily between whimpers. “o-oh b-babyyyy, f-feels soooo good..” he whimpered, hips twitching as he trembled.
you slowly started bouncing your hips over his, the tip of his cock hitting those perfect spongy spots inside you that already had you seeing white. “c-can’t believe m’your f-first, g-god fuck—“ you whimpered, slowly speeding up as wet sounds filled the room, a continuous “shlick , shlick , shlick” mixed with moans and whimpers. “w-wanna have you everyday, m-my boy..” you whispered against michael’s hairline as he kept his face in the crook of your neck, hypnotized by the feeling of your tight walls around him.
michael’s whimpers got louder and louder at your words, and you could feel him twitch inside you as you kept riding him, his hands now roaming all over your body in desperation — a stark contrast in confidence compared to earlier.
“i-i can’t, y’feel t-too good, o-ohhh—“ michael cried out, his head throwing back as your fingers went down to rub your swollen clit.
“m’so close, angel. p-please cum with me.” you whispered, breath ghosting over michael’s face as you kept riding him, ass bouncing against him.
michael’s eyes darted down, looking at your tiny hole swallowing him with each bounce until you started clenching around him — and it was all too much.
michael came deep inside you with cries of your name, his eyes closing as his hips twitched up, squeezing your waist. “o-oh—! i-i love you—!”
his words sent a spark down your spine, making you cum quickly after him. loud mewls left your lips as you clamped down around him, sucking his cock in like you never wanted to let go.
you collapsed against his chest, panting heavily while small drops of michael’s cum slid out of you, rolling down against his thighs while you sat seated on his lap.
“i love you too.” you whispered against michael’s shoulder, pressing a soft kiss as he panted heavily.
a/n: PHEWWWW this is my longest fic yet 😭😭😭 i hate how i wrote this eughh also my first mj fanfic pls b nice … pls accept my blog mjtumblr also PLSS CAN U TELL I LIKE DIRTY TALK
TAGS: １８＋﹙𝓶𝓭𝓷𝓲 .ᐟ﹚black fem!reader, '84!michael, smut n' fluff combo, slight sub!mike, inexperienced michael, established relationship, '84 Grammys, oral(m! receiving), hair-pulling, face-fucking, drooling, gagging, crying, cock-cleaning, slight pleasure dom!reader, oral creampie, cum-eating, coming untouched, mutual orgasm, he deserved the best head after winning all those Grammys, calling michael angel boy should be in more fanfics
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author's note - my format has changed, because i think this is cuter <3
"Look at you, superstar," You whispered with pride, your gaze swept over Michael's frame as he sat on the bed, taking in his bashful posture. Even with his aviators on, you could tell those doe-like eyes were avoiding yours. You gripped onto his thighs, leaning forward.
"Won all those awards t'night," you murmured in his ear, briefly kissing his jaw like you always did. "Aren't you gonna let your woman show you how 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘥 she is?" You asked.
But you didn't wait for an answer, instead you dropped your head to his neck, gently sucking and nipping at the sensitive flesh there. You wanted to leave hickeys on him, 'cause you knew it always got him cute and flustered.
Michael let out a shaky sigh, his hands came up to hold onto your hips for support. You could feel the crystals of his glove poke your side through your silky, ghost-white camisole.
"I-I do. But, do you really have to... be on your knees? Won't that hurt?" His concerned question had you chuckling, a low vibration against his neck that he shuddered in response to.
"Don't you worry about 𝘮𝘦, angel boy," your lips curled into a smirk that made his poor, unprepared heart pick up the pace.
"This is 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 night." You moved your hand across his lap to palm his crotch, your fingers lightly digging into the bulged fabric.
"Ssht─!" Michael hissed, head tipped back a bit. He whimpered when you kept rubbing his half-hard dick through his pants. But your curly-haired angel was quiet, like he was scared of being too loud. "Oh 𝘮𝘢𝘮𝘢, that's not fair."
It really wasn't fair, at least not for him. Because it was just too easy to get this one all worked up over a single touch. But, it was one of the many things you loved about your precious, talented boy.
"Awwh, I know baby," you cooed, gazing right up at him even as you slowly sunk onto your knees, gripping his thighs again. "Spread your legs for me, won't ya?"
The noiret obeyed so easily, legs sliding open in a heartbeat. You slotted your body closer in-between, your shoulders trapped by the firm muscle of his thighs. Your fingers were deft as they quickly worked his clasp open. "Can I tell you somethin'?" Came another soft query.
"Sure, baby." You humored him, hand pausing over his briefs.
Michael inhaled sharply, stuttering again as he spoke. "I've never, you know, never─"
"─had your dick sucked?" You finished for him. A quiet gasp left his parted lips at your rather vulgar words, face flushing fast.
"What?" You snickered, adoring the way his hands flew up to his face, muffling his whimper of embarrassment.
"C'mon, angel boy, look at me," you urged playfully, your hand slipping beneath the hem of his briefs. "I'll be gentle, okay?"
You were true to your word. You slowly, slowly eased Michael's hard length out of the confines of his briefs as gently as you could.
It twitched in your grasp, flushed a beautiful mauve at the tip, a pearl of translucent pre-cum was already forming on the slit. Michael's hips shifted forward ever so slightly, his hands hesitantly came down from his face.
He looked down at you, the shiny lenses of his aviators reflecting the image of you on your knees before him, hand wrapped his veined cock, which was now drooling out more of his slick, salty-sweet essence. You couldn't help but grin when he bit his lip.
"See? Just relax... yeah, just like that. Such a good boy."
When he gave a quick, helpless nod, you didn't bother wasting anymore time.
You tucked your head between his legs, keeping your eyes on his aviators as you lowered your mouth. In their dark, glossy reflection, you watched yourself press a soft, lingering kiss to the slit of his tip.
Michael's whole body jerked, a small whine escaping his lips. "Shhhh," you soothed, breath ghosting over the wet skin. "Watch me, baby."
So he did, mouth having fallen open just so as he watched your lips part to take him in.
You didn't take all of him right away, no need to rush on your part, so you started with just the flushed head. You pursed your lips around it and began to suck. Gentle, yet so very eager. Like you were savoring the sweet taste of a ripe cherry, the flavour heavy on your tongue and the smell filling your nostrils.
Your hand pumped up and down his cock, feeling every groove and ridge of him while his foreskin receded and sheathed half of the tip with each movement.
The sound of your slurping was slippery, wet, and utterly obscene in the quiet room. They were accompanied by the noiret's faint, boyish whimpers.
You released him with a slick pop!
A few shiny strings of saliva stretched, connecting your bottom lip to his leaking slit. You licked them away with a deliberately slow slide of your tongue across the shiny maeve head.
The sight elicited another strangled sound from your curly-haired angel.
"Shy boy." You teased, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes. "But I got a feelin' that you ain't really shy." You mused. "Bet you gon' be a wild one in a few months."
Michael feebly shook his head in denial, but you were far from convinced.
With an amused hum, you then noticed the way his hands were hovering awkwardly by his thighs, as if he were afraid to touch you.
What a sweetheart.
"It's okay, you can pull my hair if you want to. I won't break, baby." You coaxed, but his hands didn't budge.
"C'mon...." you gently pressed the pad of your thumb against his slit, prompting another pearly bead of pre-cum to trickle out. "I don't mind a lil pain. Go on, baby." You cooed, watching the way he swallowed nervously.
He didn't pull your hair, instead he gently rested his gloved hand on the crown of your head. Though his composure doesn't stand a chance, as he was simply unable to hold back another whimper when your mouth wrapped his thick, pulsing dick again, this time taking him half-way.
The heat of your fluttering throat pressed so closely to his aching length was enough to drive him into a frantic headiness, hand trembling on your scalp as he tried so, so hard not to thrust his hips forward.
In response to his pleasure, you drew your thighs together, clit twitching as it began to engorge with arousal. You could feel your panties dampening from the slick that was already dribbling out of your clenching hole.
God, the things you'd do to him.
You stroked the other half of his cock with firm movements, while bobbing your head back and forth slowly on the other end. When your throat fluttered around him again, those long, gloved fingers of his finally hand tightened around your hair.
You found yourself moaning lazily around his shaft, eyes going hazy with lust at the pinprick of the crystals on your scalp. It scraped you there juuuust enough to leave a bite of pain, but not enough to make you bleed.
His cock jumped at the vibration of your moan, startling him out of his loss of control. "S-sorry." He stammered out, his hand loosening its firm grip on your head. He bit his lip once more, holding back another sound. You only hummed in reassurance, taking him in even deeper with a suction of your cheeks.
When your eyes flicked up at your reflection in his aviators again, the sight of your own cheeks hollowed around his rigid dick made your eyes roll back slightly out of pure instinct.
You felt your pussy tingle again, your creamy slickness further soaking up the lacey fabric that still sat snug on your hips. Your filthy juices were making a mess of the pristine pair of white panties, there was no chance you'd be able to wear them again for a few days. And it was your favorite one too!
Oh, the things you sacrificed for your dear Michael.
"Ohhh s-ssshiiit..," The noiret cursed under his breath, surprising the both of you. But before either of you could linger on the foul word that left his usually clean mouth, his were hips jerking up from the bed. He began to fuck himself into your mouth without even meaning to.
A high keen bubbled up and out of your throat as you kept your eyes on your reflection. You watched the way he was slowly, 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 grinding his girthy cock into your mouth, his fat tip creating a bulge in one side of your cheek.
Thank 𝘎𝘰𝘥 he kept his glasses on.
The view was completely, utterly perfect. Almost too good for your own eyes. When you felt yourself clench desperately around nothing for the umpteenth time, you realized that you might just cum untouched.
Just from him fucking your mouth.
Would Michael thrust into you harder? No, no... Michael was too gentle for that, too scared of hurting you for real. While you appreciated this carefulness, you couldn't help but wonder what would happen if he decided to be a little rough every now and then.
Maybe he could use some motivation...
Determined, you began to suck him off with increasing intensity. The resulting string of whines that fell helplessly from Michael's lips encouraged you to keep going. You grinned internally to yourself when his hips twitched, straining with effort as he tried 𝘴𝘰 hard not to be anything less than gentle.
But Michael was fighting a losing battle, he should've known how persistent you would be. You weren't gonna let his coquettish act hold back the wild side that you knew was buried somehere deep within him.
And honey, you were gonna force it out, one way or another.
The moment your cheeks hollowed around him, Michael honest-to-God 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 it.
A guttural, almost pained groan left the noiret as he yanked you in by the hair, until your nose was buried in his pubes, briefly suffocating you with the fullness of his cock in your throat.
You choked on a gasp, eyes wide with surprise and overwhelming delight. Your needy hands happily scrambele to grasp themselves high onto the noiret's thighs for purchase. Pupils dilated while your eyes sear lust into the reflection of yourelf in Michael's aviators.
He barely thought twice before he pulled himself half way out, then all the way back in... repeating those motions until he began to fuck into your mouth with a desperate, needy vigor. Michael's mouth had fallen open in a series of continuous panting and deep-throated grunts, breathing so harsh that it overpowered the shlick-shlick-shlick of your mouth on his cock.
Obsessed and barely able to think, he suddenly let out a helpless, high-pitched whine in a wordless apology for his roughness.
"Mmghh...!" You groaned wetly around the hot, pulsing appendage, tears pricking at your eyes from the intensity of his jerking. Eventually, drool began to pool in your mouth until it spilled over, mixing with the salty-sweet taste of his pre-cum on your tongue.
If only you had known how good it would feel to have Michael fuck your mouth like this, you would have given him head much, much earlier.
"Mama─" he choked out a moan, his angelic voice now sounded weak and cracky. "Mama, 'm sorry, 'm so close, 'm so 𝘤𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦─!" His words morphed into a strangled, incoherent sound at the back of his throat. He thrust forward one final time, the fat head of him hitting the back of your throat, his hand tightening on your head as he held you in place.
Your throat tightened around him as your gag reflex kicked in, a tear finally slipping free from your left eye. And when you felt the warmth of his vicious, hot release shooting down your esophagus, you barely hesitated before you were downing it all with a muffled wail of pure, greedy satisfaction.
Your own body seizes between his legs, your girlish squeal vibrating through Michael's cock as your thighs rubbed together clumsily, unable to stop the sensation of yourself gushing all over your underwear until they were completely ruined.
Soaked through with your creamy little mess.
And you feel a bit of awe somewhere in the back of your mind, knowing yoh really did just come completely untouched.
"Haaahhhh...," Michael sighed, relieved, yet clearly shaken. His hand was trembling in your hair, grip finally relenting just a bit. Your throat subconsciously worked around him even when his hips had slowed their pace, your eyes glassy and unfocused. He panted, trying to come down from his post-orgasm haze. A few taps to your cheek finally got you to pull off of him, your drool having made a mess of Michael's softening length.
Your eyes brightened as a new idea popped into your head. And just like that, your lips were back on him. Michael let out a small keen of protest, hands already pushing at your head gently, but you didn't budge. You began to clean the noiret's cock, using the efficient cleaning tool that was your trusty tongue.
Michael squirmed at the feeling of your tongue draaagging over his sensitive cock, then along the underside of him, lapping like at the mess on him like a puppy. Michael's breath hitched, his head thrown back in lazy ecstasy because the feeling was incredible and the sight was even better.
His hand gently curling in your hair again did wonders to ease your mind as you worked over your boyfriend's twitching, sensitive member. The feeling of his fingers grazing your scalp caused you to melt into the man you're thoroughly cleaning with a completely compliant, willing mouth.
The pink muscle worked over every inch of his skin, until there was nothing left but slick, shiny flesh. You pulled back slightly, huffing a small breath against his flushed, mauve tip. "Enjoyed your little reward, baby?" Your voice was hoarse, but you couldn't care less.
The noiret nodded with a weary movement of his head, removing his glasses with his free hand and placing them down near him.
Those pretty brown eyes peered into your own with a look of devotion and loving affectionate so pure, it sent delightful shivers down your spine. You giggled, leaning up to press a chaste kiss to his lips, your hands lightly squeezing his thighs as an anchor. You whispered into the kiss, "You're too cute, angel boy."
it's so sad what dianna ross did to michael 💔 it then made me realize that intimacy isn't a joke and u can really get attached to someone like that, ugh poor Michael...
yess!! this exactly why!! don't joke around with intimacy! people.
she’s literally a monster and knew damn well. poor mike fr ://
im obsessed with the jermajesty snapchat compliation fics that i've seen around here, and i can't help but wonder what ideas you'd come up with if u wrote your own version!! that's my requesttt
pretty sure @douceurrrr is the person behind this concept, credits to them. also please tell me y’all have seen the tik tok video i’m referencing to in the second one…
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𖡡 the club
The lights at the club were dimmed, contrasting the blaring and almost overwhelming music. You stuck close to Jermajesty, not that you had much of a choice anyways. Your boyfriend’s need to have you within reach in public was something you’d became accustomed to very early on in your relationship.
Jermajesty wiped at his camera, the video not doing the view in front of him any justice.
Unaware of the camera following your every move, you continued to dance on your boyfriend. Your hips moved to the rhythm of the song, the camera catching everything. As if that wasn’t enough to show your excitement, you could be heard loudly singing along to the song.
Jermajesty was cheesing behind the camera, exactly where he wanted to be. With his unoccupied hand, he pressed you against him firmly. “Keep moving that shit, ma.”
Your head snapped to him, instantly catching on. “You nasty.” You kissed your teeth at him.
The camera panned back to him, a big grin on his face.
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𖡡 home
The video started with Jermajesty following you around the apartment, filming you almost loosing your balance from laughing so hard.
“Baby, what’s so funny?” Jermajesty questioned, feeling like he was missing out. You’d been laughing for the past five minutes, yet refused to show him what it was that had you cracking up. “I wanna laugh too!”
“No,” you coughed out in between laughter. Just imagining his reaction, a new wave of laughter washed over you. “You’re not gonna find it funny.”
Jermajesty zoomed in on your slouched position on the floor. It looked like you’d stumbled your way in from a night out, missing the bedroom by a few steps.
“You’re gonna pout like a baby when you see this shit.”
“Bruh I’ve never pouted a day in my life.”
The next video was a few minutes later, and this time you sat behind the camera. The phone was aimed at Jermajesty, his face formed into something that awfully resembled a pout.
You were still laughing behind the phone, the device shaking alongside you.
“I swear to God it’s not even funny.” He points to the tik tok video you’d just showed him. “How you mess up Jermajesty.”
“She thought your name was-“ you cut yourself off, literal tears slipping down your cheeks. You’d never laughed like this in your life. “Jerma-Jesty.”
No matter how much he tried to hide it, a little hint of a smile was on his lips. “Man stop the video.” He takes the phone.
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𖡡 vacation (baecation)
“What exactly am I doing?” Your boyfriend questions you for the millionth time. You turn to Jermajesty, your patience hanging on by a thin thread.
Sensing your annoyance, he kisses your cheek quickly. “Just explain it one more time.”
His phone is propped up next to yours. While yours has a tik tok sound open, his is set up to document the process. It was his first tik tok trend after all.
“I’m doing all the work.” You tell him “You’re just standing there looking pretty.”
Me and my man we on an island ho
You film yourself in your bikini, posing at the camera. Just like you’d practiced you move it towards Jermajesty who’s stood behind you, he smiles at the camera while throwing his hands up.
Ocean breeze , palm trees
For the next part you turn so the camera catches the water behind you over the balcony railing. When the part Jermajesty has been waiting for finally comes, there’s a big grin on his face.
Back shots on the balcony
You turn to him so the two of you are in frame. What you don’t expect is for your boyfriend to bend you over the balcony railing and mouth the lyrics into the camera.
When the tik tok is done you can’t help but laugh. “Of course those are the only lyrics you remember.”
He still has you bent over the railing. “We should make tik toks more often.” Jermajesty says, a hand already moving to remove the strings of your bikini bottoms.
𔓘 thinking about Michael figuring out your obsession with his hands. (suggestive hmm)
It is impossible to deny that Michael's hands are huge! Not that you were complaining.
What happened is that you noticed he started handling things differently than usual. As if you could tell the effect it had on you.
It all started with him peeling oranges. He never peeled his own oranges; he found it too much work.
So, when he sat down in front of you, peeling his orange, while you were cutting some fruits for the children, you couldn't help but to find it unusual.
It was difficult for you to concentrate when he stuck his fingers between the orange peels, juice dripping, trying to remove the skin.
And it got worse.
"D'you want some grapes?" He said as you fed baby Blanket.
"Mhm?" You look at him. "Sure."
Focused on feeding little Blanket, you would open and close your mouth for him to imitate while you scooped the baby food back into his mouth with the silicone spoon.
You could sense the presence of a figure out of your visual field. A sudden coldness pressed against your lips making you stiff.
"Mhm! The he-"
"Eat it..." He says chuckling.
"I thought you were going to give me a bowl!"
"Well you're busy with your hands. Eat it." Michael smirks.
You huff and open your mouth.
Feeling his slender fingers going way more than necessary, you look at his eyes and he stared right at your lips pressing against his fingers.
It was a vision made in heaven. It was second only to your cozy pussy.
God, he couldn't help but mentally reprimand himself for thinking such filthy things, even knowing that you were his beloved dirty wife.
You take the grape between her teeth and even with his fingers still on your mouth, you pop it.
His eyes widen slightly. He chuckles.
"How did you manage to pop a grape with my fingers in your mouth?" He chuckles.
Smiling you say "I donno" while chewing.
As he turns his back, sucking his fingers, the mix of your saliva and grape juice were so delicious and so dirty.
— type: a short one shot, requested by an anon avid reader!
— genre: fluff, slice of life, soft romance, family dynamics, coming of age vibes
— pairing: jermajesty jackson x reader
— contains: cookouts at hayvenhurst, loud jackson family chaos, chalk stains, just dance battles, teasing cousins, soft staring, emotional intimacy, subtle flirting, jermajesty being observant and quiet, michael jackson parallels, black family cookout energy, feeling seen, raw family warmth, awkward attraction, yearning hidden in casual moments
summary: being around the jacksons should’ve felt intimidating, but somehow it doesn’t. maybe it’s because the younger cousins immediately latch onto you, or because katherine keeps smiling whenever you speak. maybe it’s because jermajesty jackson won’t stop watching you from across the room. somewhere between sidewalk chalk, just dance, and family laughter, you become something dangerously rare to them: familiar.
(A/N: i’m ngl i loved writing this SO bad 😭 jermajesty is so interesting to write because he feels quiet in a very intentional way??? like he notices EVERYTHING. also the idea of the family seeing traces of michael in reader made me physically ill in the best way. i wanted this to feel warm and messy and alive like those summer cookouts where everybody’s loud and the air smells like smoke + lemonade. lowkey wanna live inside this story.)
the first thing jermajesty noticed about you was that you weren’t trying too hard. that mattered in a family like his.
people always tried too hard around the jacksons. too loud. too fake. too eager to prove they belonged there. they’d walk into hayvenhurst acting like they were entering church or disneyland. smiling too much. talking too much. staring too long at the gold records on the walls like they were holy artifacts.
you didn’t. you walked into the backyard cookout with your sandals half falling off your feet and immediately crouched down beside one of the little cousins drawing with sidewalk chalk. “is that supposed to be a dog?” you asked seriously.
the kid gasped. “it’s sonic.”
“oh. my bad.” and within ten minutes, there were four kids around you, all screaming over each other while you sat cross-legged on the concrete absolutely covered in pastel chalk dust.
jermajesty watched the whole thing from the patio quietly. he always watched quietly first.
that was the thing about him people never understood. they assumed because he came from that family he had to be loud or flashy or attention-hungry. but jermajesty was observant in a way that felt almost invasive sometimes. like he collected people before deciding if they were safe. and you looked safe.
he leaned back against the patio railing, sipping from a sweating can of sprite while music played through the outdoor speakers. old school stuff. earth, wind & fire. the isley brothers. some michael sprinkled in between.
his sunglasses hid his eyes, but not the little smile threatening his mouth when one of the kids accidentally dumped blue chalk powder all over your black shorts.
“oh, i look insane,” you muttered. “you look cool,” the little girl said.
“you’re right actually.”
jermajesty snorted under his breath and jaafar caught it immediately. “ohhh,” jaafar dragged out, nudging his brother’s shoulder. “there it is.”
“shut up.”
“you smiling at her.”
“i’m literally not.”
“you literally are.”
jermajesty rolled his eyes and looked away, but jaafar was grinning now because he knew him too well. jermajesty didn’t smile at strangers. not really.
he was softer than people expected, but guarded in that jackson-family way. years of cameras and headlines and weird people made all of them a little careful. even during family cookouts there was always this invisible understanding lingering in the air — protect the family. protect the peace. but somehow you slid into it naturally like you’d always been there.
an hour later, you were inside the living room absolutely demolishing the younger cousins at just dance. barefoot now. hair sticking to your forehead. screaming at the tv because one of the kids accused you of cheating.
“i’m not cheating, y’all just suck.”
“she’s cheating!” somebody yelled.
“i’m gifted!” the whole room exploded laughing. even katherine jackson, sitting quietly in her chair nearby, was smiling into her tea.
jermajesty stayed near the doorway watching again.
watching you throw your whole body into the dance moves without caring how stupid you looked, and easily watching how the kids gravitated toward you naturally.
there was something strangely familiar about it. something achingly familiar. janet noticed first. she leaned toward jermaine with a little smile. “she reminds me of michael.”
jermaine blinked. “yeah.” and it wasn’t about appearance. it was the energy that rare kind of person who made children feel seen instead of tolerated.
the way you listened fully when they talked nonsense, and the way your laughter filled a room instead of overpowering it. michael had been like that too. magnetic without trying.
jermajesty overheard them and looked at you differently after that because honestly? he’d already been thinking it.
you were sprawled across the carpet now, exhausted, while three little cousins climbed all over you like puppies. “i can’t feel my legs anymore,” you groaned.
“good,” one kid answered. “that’s evil.”
jermajesty finally pushed himself off the doorway. “move,” he said calmly. the kids looked up. “why?”
“because she’s dying.”
“i’m literally passing away,” you confirmed weakly. they whined but listened eventually, scattering toward the kitchen once they smelled dessert. you sighed dramatically. “thank you. i was seeing the light.”
jermajesty sat beside you on the floor, long legs stretched out casually. up close, he looked even prettier than he did from afar. unfairly pretty, honestly. soft eyes hidden behind dark lashes. jewelry glinting against brown skin. curls falling around his face messy and natural. he smelled faintly like sunscreen and smoke from the grill.
“you’re good with kids,” he said. you shrugged. “kids are easy.”
“nah,” he murmured. “they know when somebody fake.” that made you look at him.
because his tone changed slightly. quieter. more honest. you realized then that jermajesty jackson wasn’t detached. he was careful. careful with trust, and careful with himself.
you smiled a little. “you saying i passed the test?”
“maybe.”
“damn. high stakes.”
the corner of his mouth lifted. there it was again, that tiny smile that felt earned.
outside, somebody started grilling more burgers while music drifted through the open windows. laughter echoed from the backyard. one of the cousins ran through the hallway screaming for no reason. just the normal family noise.
or at least jackson-family normal. jermajesty looked over at you again, studying the chalk stains still dusted across your knees.“you know,” he said slowly, “my grandma likes you.”
“your grandma barely knows me.”
“don’t matter. she usually right about people.”
“that’s terrifying.”
“should be.”
you laughed softly. and for a second, jermajesty just stared at you.
not in a dramatic movie way, more like something quieter.
like he was trying to memorize the feeling of this exact moment because his family liking someone wasn’t small.
his family seeing someone wasn’t small either. especially not when the jacksons had spent most of their lives surrounded by people who only loved the mythology of them.
but you sat there sweaty and chalk-covered and teasing him about his serious face while one of the younger cousins braided random sections of your hair without permission.
and somehow you fit like a missing piece nobody realized the family had been waiting for.
summary — after begging him for what felt like months to get a haircut, he comes to you with a surprise. one that you can’t get enough of
warnings — sexual tension and implied intimacy
a/n — literally based off the picture above (in which he needs to do immediately) BECAUSE WHEW!!!!!! my apologies for how short this is, just a little concept ticking at this brain of mine
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your attention should’ve been on the party that was being thrown around you. music slightly blared from your backyard, kids were roaming around and out the house, and endless conversations happening.
your parents, they loved hosting get togethers in the middle of summer. it didn’t need a reason, just always highly anticipated. family, friends, and neighbors would show face without fail… this had been their thing.
but all you could focus on was him.
and the things you’d do once there was a chance to be alone.
jermajesty came with a fresh cut, in which you’ve been begging him to return to. and a black tank top you had bought him a while back, one that revealed his muscles in all the right ways. you figured he did this on purpose, considering the circumstances of today… many people around, not that much privacy, it drove you crazy to sit there and not have full on access right now.
he was well aware of that, actually. the glances he’d give while you weren’t looking, as if he were a man starved. standing in the sun while it shone on him, which only brought more attention to his arms. the small movements he’d make, requiring them to flex just a bit.. working you up.
you watched as he mingled with your parents some, then your cousins. they were talking about something you couldn’t quite make out, your sister was the sole reason for this, chatting your ear off.
getting up and removing yourself from the one sided conversation, you walked over to where he and your cousins were. jermajesty was mid sentence when he felt your hand traveling down to his lower back and under his tank top, wanting to get a reaction out of him.
he was going to make you pay for that later.
"sorry to interrupt," you smiled. "can you excuse us for just a second?"
your cousins returned the gesture, slowly going in the opposite direction of you two.
"you alright, ma?" he knew the answer to his own question, he just wanted to hear you say it directly.
you didn’t say anything, at least not yet. you nipped at his earlobe first, making it seem as if you were telling him something. "mhm."
it came off more like a whine than anything. a sound he knew all too well.
which he found to be sexy.
"just need you." is all you managed to add on, voice low.
pulling away, jermajesty smiled at you. "yeah?"
you nod, pathetically.
it fell silent for a brief moment. not uncomfortable, not awkward, just.. silent. one of you guys waiting for the other to speak.
"you could’ve told me sooner." he reassured, gently grabbing at your hand.
you looked around in response, hinting as to why you couldn’t.
"c’mere."
nobody noticed the absence of you two, nor did it take long for you to follow him inside and to your downstairs bathroom.. where you guys did almost everything.
Summary: Late night convo between a pair of fiancées who don’t take nothing serious
WC: 463 I think chile
Warnings: none this is pure fluff these folks ain’t serious, wait the N-word but I'm a Negro doing this for the negros so it's really not 🤸🏾♀️
Note: Welcome Welcome this is my first time writing fanfiction so let’s take it easy because 🩴 I don’t play… also I think Jermajesty is a big ole goof and people have been saying we need more jermajesty fluff so here yall go also shout out to my good sista @mamasturn for convincing me to do this (credit for the divider : @honeyluvsw )
There you were standing in front of your bathroom mirror doing your nightly routine wrapping up your hair because this silk press was fresh and messing it up was not on the menu. You’ve freshly washed and moisturized your body with your favorite cocoa butter body lotion and thrown on your favorite silk cherry printed pajamas. The last thing left on your long list was to brush your teeth and do your skincare. While also dealing with your fiancée’s crazy tonight.
Meanwhile, your fiancé Jermajesty was lying just a few feet away on your guys' king-sized bed screaming at the anime currently playing, his eyes moving between the show and staring lovingly at you. “Babygirl.” “Yes, love?” you looked over at him on the bed. Jermajesty was sitting there with a serious face rubbing his goatee. “ You think Naruto would still be Naruto if he weren’t Naruto?” he looks over at you waiting for an answer.
You pause, hands frozen two inches from rubbing in your moisturizer. Fully turning to look at him. “ Nigga what?” Rubbing your hands, then your face, moving to grab your The Lip Bar lip gloss and your ring, putting both on. Placing both hands on Jermajesty’s shoulder and sighing “ Maj I love you baby I do” Rubbing over his buzzcut “ but the negro Naruto wouldn’t even have a show”
Watching you climb into bed he looks at you puzzled, groaning dramatically “Baby, you can not be serious the dude had skills” You shook your head. “No, I just don’t think so “ shrugging your shoulders. Grabbing you so you’re tucked under his arm “...You my gorgeous lady, are amazing, but that doesn't make any sense”. Nearly choking on your own laugh because of him. He reaches for your hand. Instantly, his fingers were laced through yours and his lips met your forehead.
Shaking his head “ I can’t believe I’m marrying a person who has no belief in Naruto”. Laughing you push him “ get off of me before I hurt you negro I’m not playing”. Jermajesty grinned widely, grabbing you by the waist to drag you back to him kissing you on the cheek, “ nah babe it’s the truth” Mushing him in the forehead “ nah you just jerdiculous” laughing at his face as he stared you.
“That’s not funny” rolling back over to grab the remote and pressing play on the show ignoring you. Poking him in the arm laughing “Baby, I’m sorry it was just right there”. Side eyeing you as you grab his head and lay him on your chest “ I’m sorry you big baby” still laughing leaning over to turn the side table lights off.
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