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[mikesfavfish]

HOW DOES IT WORK? - michael jackson x reader

content/warnings: michael being the flirt he is ofc, smut, reader is fem (female anatomy described), reader is a FAN, age gap WC: 1.6k A/N: yes this is inspired by and based on that VERY lucky fan who michael used his flirtatuous charm so he could get a touch of that piercing lmao (totally not jealous). also this is a headcannon/drabble because i need inspo to write another imagine

You and your friend had waited in line for hours at the Michael Jackson Invincible Signing Event in New York, excited to meet the one and only Michael Jackson 

You were in a tight crop top, showing off the new belly piercing you had gotten months ago. It was a silver Playboy Bunny Dangle that sparkled so perfectly under the bright lights inside the Virgin Megastore

You felt the eyes of other fans who you knew were jealous of the way you were dressed and the way your jeans perfectly hugged against the curve of your ass (but hey, you had to get the attention of the King one way or another) 

There were a couple of people in front of you, who were containing their excitement as their turns came. You rolled your eyes, impatience running through your veins 

You could see the exhaustion become more prominent as Michael continued to greet people and sign their CDS respectfully

The way he bit his lip in slight irritation made you smile lightly as your fingers tapped alongside your thighs

It was now your turn, and you pushed your friend to go first, using the opportunity to run your hands through your hair and freshen up for a few more seconds before it was your turn

At first, Michael didn’t look up, greeting you with a “Hi” and asking for your name so he could sign the CD you handed the guard beside the front of the table 

You say your name in a delicate voice that makes Michael look up, and he rakes his eyes from your legs to your face, bringing his eyes back down to the feature about you that made his eyes widen slightly 

He had seen belly piercings before, of course he had, hell, his sister had one, but one has never captivated him as much as the button on your beautiful skin did 

He licks his lips and keeps his eyes on it as he opens his mouth, “What is that?” 

You smile, looking down as your fingers come down to the dangle of the piercing, “A belly piercing.” 

“Wow… How does… how does it work?” The gears in Michael’s security guard begin spinning as he covers his mouth, a smirk erupting on his face

Michael crossed his legs, silently praying that you wouldn’t call his bluff 

Instead, you push your hair from your face and let out a giggle, a warm flush beginning to cover the cheeks on your grinning face 

Michael’s fingers point towards him, “Can I see?” 

He smirks at himself, proud of his ability to capture fish’s vulnerability so easily 

You quickly nod, and the guards on both sides of you grab your hand, helping you on the stage to hover in front of Michael (this access is only for the fans who he specifically wants to touch, yearning for a smell of their feminine and floral fragrance) 

Your hands raise your top a little, Michael’s cold yet soft hands running along your belly button, teasing the diamonds along the jewelry 

Your skin feels empty as he brings his hand back, resting it on his leg 

“Does it hurt?”

“No, no. Not anymore, at least. I got it a few months ago.” 

Michael smiles and nods, beginning to hand you your signed CD, when you boldly extend your arms, “Can I get a hug, Michael, please?” 

Michael lets out a chuckle, a proud one, because you did the work for him

He nods to his guards, “Yes, yes.” 

You let out an excited smile, body turning to walk towards him. He embraces you, his masculine strength capturing your arms so perfectly

“I’ll give you more than a hug,” He muttered in your ear, and you let out a smile against his shoulder as you inhale his intoxicating scent 

Michael’s hands fall to your waist, gripping it softly as he lets go, fingers sneaking their way back to your piercing 

“This is so beautiful on you, it has made my day” 

Your grin grows, feeling confident and like you made it

He sits back down, hand still on your belly button, as he brings a notepad out 

Your eyes curiously fall to it, watching as Michael writes something on it 

“My hotel building and room number. Want to see me tonight?” 

You nod, jumping in excitement as he laughs at you, tucking the piece of paper in your jean pocket before the guards guide you off the stage 

You give him a small wave, biting your lip as he gives you a wink and waves back 

“Do I see something sticking out?” One of Michael’s workers tells him, and Michael waves him off, shyly laughing and shaking his head 

“You’re nasty,” Michael defends back, but his hardening bulge says otherwise

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It’s now in the evening, and Michael’s back in his hotel, resting from the long and busy day he’s had 

His mind runs on the beautiful fish he’s enticed today, wondering what their lives back at their homes look like 

A knock on the door interrupts him, and he stands, taking a peep in the peephole before smiling to himself 

He opens the door and tilts his head as you stand behind the door, your legs crossed shyly

“Come in.” 

You walk in, turning as Michael points to your jacket, demanding you take it off

You comply, dipping your head as he hums, eyes falling to your piercing immediately 

He asks if you give him consent to touch you, and of course, you give it to him without second thought 

Michael pushes you on the bed, tugging your jeans off and leaving you in your crop top and underwear

He pushes your lacy underwear to the side, hovering his warm breath over your pussy 

You let out a whine, and Michael hums, pressing a kiss on your clit before dipping his tongue inside your opening 

He laps at it like a hungry dog, enjoying the taste of your cunt inside his mouth 

As he licks you so feverishly, he begins wondering how more addictive you’d get if you had another piercing, specifically, on your clit

The thought excites him, and he begins rubbing his clothed cock on the bed, humping it like a dog in heat 

He expresses the suggestion to you, and you nod, pressing your thighs together as his face is now buried in you 

You come to your finish, and Michael cleans all your juices before standing over you, lowering his head to press a kiss against the piercing

His teeth graze over the material of it, and he nips at it, wanting to consume it 

Your arms desperately wrap around his shoulders, pressing your lips against his, kiss open and messy with no perfect cadence whatsoever 

His tongue traces over your lips and down to your collarbone, wet marks shining against your warm skin 

He unbuckles his pants, quickly pushing his underwear off 

He pumps his cock against his hand, letting you gently lick the tip before he pushes you back down, lifting your hips so he can thrust himself in you

Every pound against you is a jerk so forceful, it leaves you thirsty 

His hands come back up to your piercing, keeping his gaze on it as he relentlessly ruts inside you

You feel your walls coat his cock perfectly, as if it’s its only job in the world 

Michael’s eyes never leave the piercing, biting his lip as his thrusts become messy 

You plead for more, for mercy, for anything that can help you finish once more 

Your hands run down your breasts and onto the piercing, playing with the dangle, watching as Michael’s mouth opens and details in pleasure 

He demands you to finish with him, and you do, legs shaking as Michael falls onto you, sweaty skin running against your own 

You let out a soft laugh, bringing your hand down to your piercing 

Michael follows your movement, and he nods in approval as you suck your fingers, bringing them to your clit and rubbing it aggressively  

Michael closes his eyes, hand on your button as your pleas fill the room

Never would he have thought that a piercing would drive him so crazy, and yet, there he is, his cock twitching against the dangle of the silver piercing, the coldness teasing his leaking and warm tip 

You let your climax arrive once again, eyes closing and smile building in satisfaction as Michael’s in his own trance, eyes and cock mesmerized with the sparkle of your piercing 

You bite your lip, feeling completely in awe that something as simple as your belly button could bring you into Michael Jackson’s hotel bed

Michael notices the realization in your eye, and smiles at you, spilling his finish on your stomach, letting the seed run down to your piercing

He cleans it up with a warm, wet towel, tucking you in his bed 

He gives your piercing a kiss, and lays beside you, hand resting on it as he closes his eyes, sleep winning him over 

[elianalovesyuri]

CAN'T STOP TILL I GET ENOUGH ..

Summary - Your overworked husband comes home and all he needs is you.

Tags - smut, MDNI, oral (f receiving), p in v, switch!reader , fem!reader, dom!michael, some daddy kink if you zoom in, multiple rounds, backshots, tying up and fingering.

꒰ 𖡻 ྀ A note from the author - my first fanfic (lowe me) use my ask me anything on my profile if you want to request a fic, happy reading !

You are currently curled up on your bed, reading a fantasy book with comforting music plays in your headphones. The story is pulling you in, and you can't help but get dragged under by your comforting book. The fire is burning away in your fireplace and your music is so loud that you can't hear anything.

You can't even hear Michael creeping up behind you, preparing to surprise you after coming home from a very long work trip. He's tiptoeing, dance shoes off, some sweat on his forehead and his hair nice and tied up. He grabs your shoulders and you yelp, the sound squeaky and high pitched. "Who's there?" You pant, turning around to see your husband with the biggest smile on his face. "Hey baby, miss me?" He asks, that absolutely mischievous grin resting on his face, settling into his features nicely. His hands drop down and snake around your waist, holding you nice and close. You sigh and pant, pretending to be mad but he knows you're happy to see him again. "Don't do that.." You sigh, relaxing into him while he steadies you. He looks down and sees you're wearing that lacy nightgown he likes, nice and pink and showing all the right places.

He immediately realises how bad he needs you, a tent growing in his dance leggings. He's beginning to breathe shakier, like he's trying to hide the fact that he needs your perfect pussy. His grip moves down, down, lowest, resting on your ass and squeezing. "You're so beautiful, you know that?" He whispers in your ear, one of his hands angling your chin to look up at him. You try not to smile, being happy to receive the very much needed attention and nod. "I've missed you, Mike." He starts to grin at that and you feel a pool of heat in between your thighs, suddenly missing feeling him pound inside of you. Your gaze turns lustful, skin grows hot and your breath goes shallow. "Mike.." You breathe out, arousal evident in your tone. He nods and cups your face. "I know, I know. Daddy missed you more. Let me take care of it."

Your lips collide instantly, the both of you growing more and more horny to the point you can't take it anymore. Panting into eachother's mouths, he gently pushes you onto the bed and pulls off your robe. You bounce from the impact, allowing him to take care of both his needs and yours. "Do you know how much I've wished I could be here, suckling on your clit? Fucking you until you scream?" He leans down and whispers into your ear. God, you could not get any wetter. He inches his hand down your belly, feeling your pussy under your clothes and circling your pink clit. You moan and arch into it, needing more. Wanting more. "Fuck...Michael..." You whimper, panting and opening your legs so you can welcome his hand inside of you. "Naughty girl. What's my name?" He teases, slowing down and waiting for your answer. "Daddy...please...I need more..." You beg, pushing your hips into his hand.

He smiles, fully satisfied and gives in, pushing three fingers into your greedy hole. "Good girl." He praises, beginning to finger you, moving to be on top as you slowly but surely unravel under him. You whine, moan, pant and arch into him. You don't want this to end, not at all. "Baby..." You mewl, feeling stuffed while he circles your clit with his thumb, coaxing you to cum. "Cum all over Daddy's hand, pretty girl." He commands, his fingers and thumb working in tandem, driving you to release. Even if you didn't want to obey, you cry out and cum all over his hand. He's just too good.

But it isn't over, you know that. You especially know that when he drops to his knees in front of you and sucks his fingers clean, groaning and licking noises echoing through the room. "Delicious..." He groans and drags off your panties, slowly but surely to savour the sight of your pink, puffy, pulsing cunt. He could drool from how much he wants to devour you, smiling before licking one long line down your slit. "Fuck.." You curse, pulling at his hair and wrapping your legs across his back. Something in you shifts, and you decide to take control. Women are powerful creatures, and Michael would give up anything for you to feel comfortable. Even his dominance.

He starts to swirl his tongue, going inside you and sucking your clit. "Good boy..." You praise, pulling at his hair so hard that you're scared you might rip some out. "Eat me up..." You command, and that's exactly what he does. He drinks up every drop of you, savours every taste. You push his head down, your legs starting to shake. "Make me cum..." You whimper, an orgasm forming inside of you. He nods against you and goes deeper, harder, faster. It's all amazing and you can't hold on much longer. Your juices spill into his mouth, and he swallows it all. Every last drop. "Good boy." You pet his hair and let the orgasm wash over you, throat slightly sore from the moaning.

But there's some other things he needs to do to you.

He takes off your nightdress, his clothes and lets his dick spring free. You'll never get used to how big it is, I mean holy shit. Without warning, he bends you over, ass up, back arched, tits against your belly. He groans at the sight. "This fucking body is mine. All of it." He pumps his cock a few times before slowly pushing it into your asshole, stretching you but making sure it doesn't hurt. Your eyes roll back at the sensation, panting as you take all of him in. "I can't..too much.." You mewl. But he begs to differ, he believes you can achieve anything. Even taking his dick. "Shshsh...Daddy's got you." He confirms, slowly thrusting in and out. Skin slapping happens instantly, and he pushes your head into your pillow. "This is all mine, look at you. Taking my fucking dick." He coos, pulling your hair and tying your wrists up with his tie. "All tied and helpless, nowhere to go." He remarks, smirking down at your arched back while he goes deeper and harder into your ass. He feels an orgasm coming, but stops himself. You come first. Literally. You moan and whine, he grunts and groans.

He hits just right and you shatter. Screaming, you release cum from your pussy, dripping down your legs. He comes straight after, sticky, hot cum going inside your asshole. He pulls out and it oozes out, and he admires the sight. "I let you have fun with being dominant, but I'm always in control." He whispers, letting you catch a few breaths before flipping you over, hardening again and using his cum and your cum to pump his cock.

"Am I fucking this little pussy, too?" He asks, leaning down to be in line with your dripping cunt. You can barely agree before he slams all the way in, balls deep inside of you. You bounce at the impact, tits jiggling at the force of his thrust. You'd moan, but all your breath is out of your lungs the way he entered you. He keeps a steady pace, grabbing your tits and playing with the nipple. A moan rips out of you, then another, and now you can't stop. "Who's fucking pussy is this?" He asks, and you clench around him, keeping him inside you. "Yours, daddy..!" You mewl. Still tied up, you feel the binds of his tie on your wrists and he puts them above your head. Before you know it, you're clenching as another orgasm starts to form. Michael notices and goes faster, making sure you cum. You scream once again and release cum all over his dick, before he pulls out and releases on your stomach.

After, he unties you, kisses your head and picks you up and takes you to the bathroom for some much needed aftercare. "You know, I really did miss you." You whisper to him, hugging onto him. He hugs you back, and whispers: "I'll always miss you when I'm not near you."

this fic was inspired by @michaelsfavgirl my fav mj writer. my first published fic, i hope y'all enjoyed. thanks for reading !

[disastersareajoy]

Kinkmas Day 5: 

Stocking Stuffing

Thomas Hewitt x Fem!Reader

~ 4k words

Tags: established relationship, size difference, dry humping, nipple play, fingering, unprotected sex, riding, mating press, coming inside [so much damn come], multiple orgasms, dacryphilia, squirting, wet and messy, overstimulation, Tommy is straight lost in the sauce, sweetness, some aftercare, allusion to round two

Note: While there is size difference in this, the reader is not described physically as petite or small, I actually wrote it with a plus sized reader in mind though that's not particularly described in detail either. Tommy is about 6'5" and over 300lbs, even my 5'11" ass is small compared to him, so I'd wager the size difference still works very well

Oh shit, guess who's turn it is this Kinkmas day? The one and only Thomas motherfucking Hewitt! Round of applause please everyone for this delicious mountain of a man and the freak shit he gets up to.

Damn do I adore writing for Tommy, he is my fucking muse and I would do anything for him. Which is probably why this fic might be the messiest of the bunch yet, and why I love it so much. I hope you all will too, and will show some love for this man! Now go forth and enjoy!

Thomas Hewitt hates condoms. He never knew he could hate something so simple so much, but he did. He still let you put one on him before you had sex, understanding the comfort and protection it gave you but there wasn’t a bone his body that wasn’t dreaming about getting to fuck you without one. 

Would you feel different? Well, obviously, he knew it must feel different but how different? 

Would it feel softer? Warmer? Wetter? He wanted to know more than anything but the last thing he would ever do was push you. 

He still loved having sex with you, feeling you under him, holding onto him, letting out small moans with every thrust of his— fuck. Now he was hard while working again. 

Thomas huffed and dropped the cleaver that was slowly dripping blood from the blade to the table, wiped his hands off on his apron and went to leave the basement to look for you. 

He had an inkling for where to find you and felt his heart racing with every step he took up the stairs. When he walked into the living room he saw you.

You were bent over the coffee table that was covered in stockings, carefully dropping sweet treats and little bone contraptions into them. It was something you had started doing earlier in the year, gathering animal bones, cleaning them and using metal wire to bind them together into different shapes. The small decorations had started appearing all over the house and he cherished seeing them, seeing you spreading yourself all over. 

Another thing he immediately noticed that wasn’t helping the throbbing hardness in the pants was how the dress you were wearing was riding high and revealing your thighs to his hungry eyes. The winter didn’t get as cold as it did in other parts of the country but even then, the house was kept warm enough for you to not have to wear those skin thigh pants underneath your dress inside. Though he didn’t mind them even when you did since they left about as little to the imagination as when you weren’t wearing them. 

He walked up behind you and dropped his hands to your hips, slowly grabbing and squeezing the soft flesh under the fabric. 

“Hello Tommy,” you chuckled and finished filling the last stocking. “You all done downstairs?"

You straightened and turned around in his arms, wrapping yours around his neck affectionately. Tommy nodded and pulled you into him by your hips, pressing the bulge in his pants against your stomach. 

When you smiled wide at him he could feel a part of him melting, wanting nothing more than to pick you up and carry you away to privacy. He was still stuck in his day dreams of you bent over and moaning his name when you spoke again, “Let me hang these back up and then I have a little surprise for you.” 

Tommy tilted his head and reluctantly dropped his hands from your hips, letting you pull away to hang the now overflowing stockings back where they belonged. 

Next thing he knew you had wrapped your hand around his and were pulling him up the stairs to your shared room, locking the door behind you. 

“C’mere,” you mumbled and opened your arms for him to walk into. You wrapped your arms around his wide shoulders when he stepped closer and pressed a soft kiss against the front of his mask. He couldn’t deny how it made his heart sing whenever you did that, a slow burning heat spreading over his chest and face. He couldn’t have dreamt up someone more accepting than you, never pushing him to reveal his face, only cherishing whenever he took the mask off himself.

You walked him backwards until his knees hit the bed, pushing him until he sat down and was staring up at you with wide eyes. As quickly as you sat down on his lap, Tommy’s hands flew back to your hips, making a soft giggle escape your lips. 

Slowly and with deliberate movements you took hold of the skirt of your dress and pulled it up over your head, exposing your tits to Tommy who was at perfect eye level with them now. He couldn’t help his instinct and immediately buried his face between them, his hands shifting to your clothed ass and pulling you forward to grind against his aching cock. 

“Fuck, Tommy—,” he groaned when you whimpered his name, pulling you down onto him harder. 

Your hands found his on your ass and pulled them away, up your body and to your chest. Before Tommy could complain you made sure to keep grinding your hips over him in the same rhythm he had set. 

Tommy kept his eyes glued to your tits as he palmed them with his hands, slowly grabbing and rubbing against your nipples. You gasped at the action and arched your chest into him, your head falling back as you felt yourself slowly leaking through your panties. 

The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes, the man under you pinching your nipples between his calloused fingertips and minutely pulling on them to hear you whimper and sigh. He could never get enough of your noises, wanting to be the cause for them all the time. He’s had dreams that were just filled with you, laying on the bed spread out before him, beckoning him between your legs as you moaned his name so sweetly he woke up with an ache in his jaw. 

It was never lost on him how lucky he was to have you in his bed, and he always felt unbelievably honored to feel you like this. 

The bulge in Tommy’s pants was twitching with every slow drag of your hips and you decided to take mercy on him. You slowly stopped your rhythm and lifted off of his lap, smiling at the resulting whine from the man. 

“Need to take your pants off for this next part, love.”

As soon as you finished the sentence Tommy was up with you, tearing his pants off of his hips faster than ever, then taking hold of your panties and kneeling to pull them off too.  

He didn't immediately get back up though, he stayed on his knees in front of you, his cock hanging aching, red and leaking between his thighs, but he paid it no mind. 

Tommy pressed his masked jaw into your thigh as he lifted the other over his shoulder and ran his fingers through your folds. You sighed heavily and tried to keep your hips still as Tommy’s fingers explored the wetness of your cunt, eyes never pulling away. 

He slowly drew circles over your clit before sliding down to collect the leaking evidence of your arousal on his fingers, then he slowly pushed one into you. 

The feeling of him starting to thrust in and out of you already had your head spinning. 

Tommy was a big man, one of his fingers alone had your heart racing and your leg over his shoulder twitching. 

“Tommy,” you moaned and he rumbled in satisfaction at how broken you sounded when he only had one finger in you. “Fuck, just like that, love.”

You knew from experience how well Tommy responded to praise so you made sure to always tell him good he was doing, how good he was making you feel. And it was never a lie either, the man knew exactly how to make you putty in his hands. 

It didn’t take long for Tommy to slip a second finger into you while relishing in the gasping moan you let out, and how your cunt tightened and dripped around his fingers as he sped up. 

It was very rare that Tommy and you had sex without him fingering you open first. Partly because he simply enjoyed it so much, and you did too, and partly because it was absolutely necessary. 

When you looked down between Tommy’s legs you couldn’t help but stare at his cock, the way it was leaking precome onto the floor, how it was twitching a little whenever you moaned his name, and how it looked like he was absolutely throbbing with need. 

“So good for me, Tommy,” you sighed and watched as his dick twitched and spilled more precome, his hips tilting forward with it. 

You didn’t want to stop what was happening even if it meant finally having Tommy inside you again, his fingers just felt too fucking good the way he was curling them on every thrust. Not to mention how intently he was staring at your cunt and the way you were practically pulling him back in whenever he pulled his fingers out. 

But when you looked at his cock again you knew you needed him inside you soon or you would lose your mind completely. 

So you reached down and buried your hand in Tommy’s hair before slowly pulling him away from your thigh. The man groaned and looked up at you questioningly without stopping the movements of his fingers. 

“Want you, ah fuck, want you inside me.”

With that, Tommy finally slowed his fingers before pulling them out of your pussy, making you immediately miss the feeling. 

He got up off his knees and went to sit back on the bed, his back resting against the wall, legs slightly spread and cock standing proud and needy to feel you around him. 

Tommy watched as you walked over, expecting you to open the drawer of your nightstand for a condom, so he was very surprised when you climbed onto the bed with him. 

As you were crawling up his thighs he reached over to the nightstand himself, thinking maybe you had just forgotten. Once you were sitting on Tommy’s hips he turned back towards you holding a condom between his fingers. 

You smiled at him and took it out of his hands before unceremoniously throwing it behind you onto the floor. 

You wrapped your hand around Tommy’s cock and lifted your hips, lined yourself up and then slowly began sinking down until he was inside you completely. With a moan you let your head fall back and were slightly grinding your hips to get used to the feeling of Tommy filling you up which was always a stretch.  

The man under you couldn’t believe what he was seeing, hell, he couldn’t believe what he was feeling. Your cunt was so warm and hugging his cock like he had been gone for months. Tommy didn’t know what to do with his hands until they naturally settled on your hips. 

He let out a choked off moan before a string of questioning noise followed. 

You were still getting used to how his cock stretched your pussy when you looked back at Tommy through lidded eyes, “Surprise.” 

Understanding washed over his face before his hold on your hips tightened. When you moved your hips back and forth with more purpose Tommy groaned and his eyes slid shut, his thighs twitching under your. 

“Feel good, baby?” you chuckled slightly and kept moving your hips slowly back and forth. 

No matter how often you had Tommy inside you, the sheer size of him never failed to make you whine and revel in the stretch. He filled you so perfectly you swore you could spend a whole day just having him stuffed inside you. 

The need to move was slowly becoming unbearable and you lifted your hips smoothly before dropping back down fast and hard, moaning at the pang of pleasure shooting through your whole body and mixing with the slight feeling of too much. You started a slow but hard rhythm of lifting and dropping your hips, Tommy’s hands loosely holding onto your hips through it all .

The man was struggling to process what was happening, your cunt gliding over his cock felt so good he could cry but it was taking all of his brain power away from him. 

When his eyes wandered over your naked form, admiring how gorgeous you looked with your head thrown back, nipples hard and tits bouncing in front of his face, they finally settled on your pussy. He watched entranced at how your folds spread obscenely to accommodate the thickness of his cock, how your cunt was covering him in your wetness and making him glisten in the light. 

Your cunt. Your bare cunt. 

You could tell the exact moment it all finally clicked for Tommy, because he rumbled a deep groan, grabbed your hips hard and started driving his cock up into you way faster than you had been going. With your controlled pace gone, your moans turned into loud broken versions of themselves, echoing in the room and spurring Tommy on to move harder, to slam his hips up into yours with enough force to bounce you upwards. 

“Fuck, Tommy—,” the man in question groaned, interrupting you and making you whine with a particularly harsh thrust. You could barely keep your eyes open with how good you felt, having to support yourself with your hands on Tommy’s shoulders. 

“So good Tommy,” you whimpered and dropped your head on his shoulder next to your hands. 

The reaction from Tommy was instantaneous, a loud groan that turned into a broken whine as his hips stuttered. He thrust deep up into you a few more times before you felt him spilling inside you. Part of you was surprised he had even made it this long. 

You talked him through his orgasm, grinding your hips into his last few strokes and telling him how good he was doing. 

When his hips stilled completely and Tommy was breathing heavily you started lifting yourself off of him. He stopped you though, pulling you back down and making you moan as he bottomed out, a bit of his come dripping out of you and forming a puddle above his cock. 

“Good surprise?” you sighed and looked up to see Tommy nodding his head frantically, squeezing your hips and making sure you stayed firmly seated on his cock. You didn’t even care you hadn’t come yet, the warm feeling inside you was making your eyes unfocus and flutter. Plus, you knew Tommy would make sure you got to come afterwards, he had never let you go unsatisfied before. 

The two of you stayed like that for a little while longer, Tommy’s cock softening inside you and still filling you up perfectly to make sure your cunt stayed sensitive and needy to finish. 

You expected him to lift you off of him eventually,use his fingers to  make you come or his mouth, but he didn’t move, just kept his hands on your hips and let out small grunts whenever your pussy clenched needily around him. 

Tommy still couldn’t believe it actually happened and he didn’t want it to end yet, he didn’t want to lose the feeling of your bare cunt around him, the warmth and pleasure. He started slightly moving your hips back and forth, making you whine and dig your nails into his shoulders. 

“Tommy?” he heard you whimper in question, but only groaned in response, losing himself further in the feeling of your cunt. After already coming inside you he was sensitive, yes, but he knew he would be able to handle it for longer this time, and he would make sure he felt you fish with his dick buried deep inside you. 

You were completely unaware of this plan Tommy was already forming in his head, continuously whimpering at the small movements of your hips and how his soft cock was grinding along your walls. Oh. 

All of a sudden you felt him hardening inside you, the soft grinds making the slow pleasure shooting through you more intense again, your whining getting louder. 

Then Tommy was moving, he lifted off the bed with you still speared on his cock and his hands supporting your weight under your ass. He quickly dropped you onto the bed and lifted your thighs before pressing them down to your chest as far as they would go. 

Your arms were still wrapped around Tommy’s bulky shoulders and before you could say anything, the man groaned and pulled his hips back. 

When he thrust back into you the angle almost made you scream, and then Tommy kept going, setting a fast and brutal pace, the sounds of his hips slamming into yours echoing through the room and mixing with the wet squelching of your cunt. 

You were trying desperately to hold on but to no avail, your arms dropped from around his shoulders and you buried your hands in the sheets beside your head. 

Tommy was grunting with every harsh snap of his hips, relishing in every noise that escaped from your mouth. He was looking down at you which you didn’t notice since your eyes had rolled back in pleasure, and he was admiring how fucked out you looked. He couldn’t tear his eyes off of you because God help him– You were gorgeous.

When he leaned back just enough to be able to look at your cunt he groaned louder and sat back a little more, entranced by the way you were stretched open to accommodate the size of his cock. A ring of glistening wetness mixed with his come had formed around his cock and was making him drool behind the mask, your pussy was leaking onto the sheets and if Tommy had the ability to stop fucking you he would have leaned down and gotten a taste. 

He would lick up your essence from the sheets if he had to. 

Below him, you were moaning so loud your throat felt raw, your pleasured noises sounding more and more broken by the second. You swore you could feel Tommy in your throat with how deep he was stuffing his cock into you, how he was splitting your cunt open for him to bury himself inside like it was the only place on earth he cared about being. 

Your orgasm wasn’t a surprise, you could feel it building and tensing in your stomach, what was a surprise was how violently it hit you. It started suddenly and intense, making you sob out Tommy’s name like a prayer as he fucked you through it. Your thighs were shaking in Tommy’s grip, unable to close around his bulk, and your hands were digging into and pulling at the sheets like they were the only thing keeping you afloat. 

When your cunt started rhythmically squeezing around his cock, Tommy grunted and redoubled his effort, hitting the perfect spots deep inside you with every thrust and prolonging your orgasm until you couldn’t think straight anymore. 

You were sure you felt Tommy come inside you again, felt the unmistakable warmth of him shooting ropes of come into your used pussy, heard the slew of groans and grunts that always escaped him, but he was still hard, still frantically pounding his cock into you. 

Shortly after the first, a second orgasm crashed over you, the feeling of it making tears sting in your eyes before rolling down your cheeks as burning hot evidence of how wonderfully overwhelmed you were with the pleasure coursing through your body and making you feel better than you could handle.

Tommy didn’t falter once, he pushed your thighs down against your chest harder and bullied his cock into you through all the clenching your cunt was doing. He felt gushes of liquid spray out of you with every deep stroke and rumbled happily, looking down to see you soak the sheets and his hips as well as your own thighs. 

When you had come down from your second peak you were sure you couldn’t handle any more, but Tommy kept going. He kept up his pace, kept you pinned down and kept grunting whenever you weakly tightened around his throbbing length. 

“Tommy, I—-,” your words were interrupted by your own moans and whines but you kept going anyways, “I can’t, aah fuck, please. Tommy, please.”

What you had intended to be a plea for Tommy to come inside you again, the man currently using your cunt perceived as a request for him to make you come one more time. 

So Tommy let go of one of your thighs and slid his hand to your clit before furiously rubbing over it with just enough pressure to make more tears spill from the corners of your eyes. 

You truly didn’t think you could come again, convinced your cunt had done its job and done it well, but it was finished. Instead you felt a deep pressure where Tommy was pounding his cock into you and then you were crashing over the edge again. 

Unbeknownst to you, your pussy was gushing again, spilling over Tommy’s fingers which were still rubbing over your clit and spraying the liquid even more. 

You were helplessly twitching and shaking under the man, sobbing and moaning his name as you became more and more incoherent. 

The intense feeling of your cunt squeezing around Tommy’s cock so tight he was sure he’d not be able to move anymore soon, made the man drop over the edge right behind you. He thrust into you hard, pumping his come as deep inside as he could get, stuffing you so full that some of it was being pushed back out and dripped down your ass onto the sheets. 

Tommy was groaning and whining above you, lost in pleasure, but his fingers were still rubbing over your clit with abandon. 

You came twice more, making more and more of a mess out of both your hips and the sheets before Tommy softened enough to have to stop moving, burying his cock as deep into you as possible, and finally stilling his fingers too. 

When he looked back up at you properly and saw your face covered in wet streaks of tears at varying stages of drying, your eyes red, mouth open and drooling, he let out a series of concerned grunts and whines, wiping away the still wet tears on your face. 

“I’m okay, love,” you barely managed to whisper out and looked up at Tommy with a delirious smile. 

Tommy slowly let your thighs rest on the bed before carefully pulling out of you. He watched as an obscene amount of come spilled out after him, your exhausted whine mixing with his satisfied rumble. 

He couldn’t help himself and lifted his hand to run his fingers over your swollen and red cunt, making you gasp and your hips twitch away from touch due to oversensitivity. 

“Fuck, that was a lot,” you sighed and looked down at Thomas who tilted his head at you while stroking over your thigh slowly. 

“And absolutely perfect,” you said at his silent question and smiled softly. 

He kept stroking over your thighs while waiting for you to come down completely before picking you up and carrying you to the bathroom for a hot bath. 

He made sure to clean you thoroughly, not letting you do a single thing as he took care of you, cooing softly when you whined as his hand dipped between your legs to wipe up the mess there. The hot water was doing wonders for your tired muscles and used cunt.  

Once you helped Tommy clean himself up as well, blushing furiously when you realized just how much of the mess you were actually responsible for, you dried off and changed the sheets on the bed. Then you finally laid down with him with your head on his chest. 

“So,” you said while trying not to grin too openly, “I can assume you want to do that again at some point?” 

Tommy grunted softly and you looked up to find him nodding slowly. 

“Without those?” you weakly pointed at the nightstand where the condoms were hidden and Tommy followed your indication before snapping his head back to you, nodding frantically. He pulled you fully onto his lap and pushed his hips up into yours, letting you feel his quickly hardening cock against your still fucked out and sensitive cunt. 

“Not immediately now, Tommy,” you giggled incredulously, but let him turn you over to lay on the bed with your legs spread apart for him to slot between anyways.  

Oh well.  

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𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞: {During a curious exploration, you approached a creepy mansion with a beautiful presence} (𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫: The Maestro from the Ghosts MV)

𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽

The night is cold, the moon is bright, the wind is a moderate breeze. You have been wandering around the woods to kill time. You love to wander about to possibly stumble across intriguing things or places. You hear the crunch of leaves under your feet and the rustling of leaves that are still attached to the trees surrounding you. You normally explore with ease not feeling any sort of abnormal sensations or emotions, but tonight you feel different. You feel more anxious, more alert, almost like you feel something around you, or something is impending. You can’t quite put your finger on it but, you digress and continue your curious journey.

After twenty minutes it starts to rain, it’s strange. Because it’s almost as if the sky had a light switch, causing immediate rain. No sort of start up to it. You suck your teeth and look up, the sky rumbling with light thunder, you ask yourself if you should turn around and head back home, or keep searching out. You at first tell yourself to go back, turning around, but you can’t seem to walk. It almost feels like something is forcing or telling you to keep going, leaving you stuck for a moment. You stand there for some minutes looking between your previous pathway, and the pathway ahead. As the rain starts to soak your hair and clothes, you decide to finally push forward, your walk turning into a paced jog. You look around the woods with curiosity, searching for a tree or spot that you could wait under until the rain stops, the rain growing heavier as minutes pass. As you jog through the stormy woods, you can’t seem to find any temporary shelter, you groan in frustration with your clothes and hair absolutely soaked already, but as you keep pacing, you suddenly see in your peripheral vision a light, the light odd, it almost came like a flash, leaving you stunned and you turn your head to see what it could have possibly been, you immediately stumble back in extreme shock, your wide eyes taking in a mansion, a eerie yet enchanting mansion, the moonlight perfectly shining down on it, making the heavy rain glow. You swallow and shake your head, telling yourself you’re seeing things. “I must be losing it.”, you tell yourself, after you shake your head you open your eyes again, the mansion still there. You feel more shock filing your body, your hands tremble from over stimulating emotions, shock, disbelief, and confusion. Without a thought, you immediately run towards it.

As the rain beats down on you, thunder rumbling after lighting flashes in the air, you pass through trees with your expression still in a state of shock as you get closer and closer to the mansion, as you get closer you see better just how large it is, and how creepy it’s exterior is, drawing you to pace even faster, your legs now running. After five minutes, you are no longer surrounded in trees, you are suddenly on a stepping stone path. Your feet directly on stone. You look down at it with heavy breathes, feeling like you’re in a strange dream. “How in the world? What is happening?..”, you step back and slowly follow the stepping stones with your eyes, they expose the way to the mansion not too far from you now. You get started from a very loud popping thunder, making you jolt. You then decide to just ignore your thoughts and run along the stepping stones, your eyes on the mansion as you run towards it.

After a minute of running, you stop and pant, leaning over as you reach close enough to the mansion to see the detail, you look up after taking some breathes, the mansion even more threatening up close, the windows are dark, the moon is beaming on it making the white exterior glow, the front door large and old as well as the rest of the exterior. You stand straight and examine the mansion with ease, taking in every detail of it you can, asking yourself over and over many questions, “What is this doing here in the woods?”, “How did this just appear?”, “Am I dreaming?”, “Is this a good idea?”, you just don’t know at all how to feel or what to think. As you take in detail, the front door suddenly creaks open slowly, the first two creaks make you gasp and fall back, landing in your bottom, you immediately scoot back a bit as you watch the very large front door open bit by bit, the eerie creaking adding to the stormy weather. You see through the opened front door, a very dark interior, almost pitch black in front of your eyes. As you take it in with growing fear, your body trembling, you slowly rise back to your feet, hesitating to step forward. You look around the outside of the mansion and the dark insides waiting for you, the main question you have in your head is, “How the hell did the door open?”, you shake your head and decide, maybe this is too much for you and maybe it’s just too foreign for you to bother with. Experiencing regret, you release a quick, “I-I need to go back home. I need to go back- I can’t do this.”, you quickly turn around and run away from it, but as soon as you start, you feel a force pulling you back. You scream in confusion and fear, your heart starts to pound like a drum with adrenaline as you try to force yourself to run forward, your screaming loud against the storm, your feet almost lifting off the ground as you try to break from the invisible grasp onto you, as you fight the force, it pulls you back harder and harder making you fall over on your belly, you keep your almost banshee like screams with your eyes fanatic, your hands scramble forward as you fight for your sanity and safety, you know at this moment you are dealing with a situation you out yourself in, you tell yourself that you knew you should have turned around as soon as you saw this strange power in the woods, your curiosity leaving you in the grasp of the paranormal. The invisible force is too strong against your physical, suddenly the force gains a whip of surreal strength, yanking you to the front door, your body slides with speed to the opened mansion door, your body sliding up the steps in front of it, your hands scrambling more eagerly for imaginary safety in this situation. You end up inside of this ghostly mansion, the force immediately lifting off of your body, you take advantage and scramble in overly aggressive fear towards the front door, your screaming surreal in volume. As you scramble it closes with terrifying speed, leaving a loud echoing once it shuts. Your screaming stops and you sloppily switch from your belly onto your back, scooting back with vigorous rush, your eyes wide as you heavily pant for air, your fear is so strong you can almost taste it. You eventually hit a wall as you scoot back, you scream and immediately stretch out your hands to touch the wall behind you, your body shaking. Your screen leaves a strong echo, showing you just how enormous the horrifying mansion is. You back into the wall fully, your arm’s immediately wrap around your legs as you curl up, attempting to shield yourself from your own fear and the possibly danger in this obviously haunted place. You look around barley seeing anything, all you can see is cracks around you in the walls and above you, leaving you desperate to find something, you don’t know what however, you just want to find a reality. As you panic and hug yourself tightly, a loud creek sounds out, making you scream, you back into the corner closest to you in this mysterious portion of the mansion, your body daring to go limp from the amount of fear you feel inside.

You keep your wide and fanatic eyes in the direction of the creaking sound, suddenly a line of light appears, showing you that there is another large door before you, the door opening with terrifying slow motion, the creaking echoing with the aggresive sounds of the storm outside adding to it’s intensity. You can hear your heart pounding in your ears and your breathing as loud as a siren. The door opens wide enough now for you to see through it clearly, the portion of the mansion your in lighting up with a deep blue like due. In front of your terror filled eyes you see a very huge main room through the castle like door before you, the moonlight from outside lighting up the flooring inside, the light coming in beams through the windows, you can also see a clear second floor to this huge structure, long staircases on both sides of the visible second floor. The wide open room sending cold air to your shaken up body. You almost feel you can hear the coldness if the air, the breeze hitting you swiftly. After the air hits you, you swallow and slowly and steadily rise to your feet, your mouth still trying to grasp onto air with your hands shaking inside out. You fully extend and take small and steps forward, your heart still pounding like a punch from the inside out, you take fear filled steps forward until you enter the main room, you take in every detail you can as you enter. Looking up, you see a large chandelier, it’s not on and looks very old, you see the staircases on both sides of the room leading to an upstairs floor, the stairs have dingy and faded red runners on them, you look down to see the hard floor your standing on, it seems to be a cream white color, with a large deep red circular rug in the middle of the room, on the rug sits a raggedy couch with a fancy silver frame around the back cushions, three sitting cushions on the bottom, the legs of the couch medium in length. The couch is directly facing forward towards you with the largest beam of moonlight shining down onto it.

You look around, taking in the creepy interior, waiting for something to happen, you aren’t sure what but you feel like you’ve stumbled into a situation with definite consequences. You swallow down your nerves and you try to make your way back to the door you came through, your steps echoing loudly from the wide opened space.

As you make your way back to the door, you hear a stern and soft echoing voice from behind you, “Who are you?”

You scream, spinning around and move your hands to your chest, your body a trembling mess, daring to pass out from your amount of fear. After you spin, you see a man sitting on the dingy couch in the middle of this enormous room, his leg crossed over the other, his hands nicely placed on his knee, his head downward with his eyes piercing through the air.You part your mouth slowly, trying to form words but all you can do is shiver and stare at this mysterious eerie man that just appeared out of nowhere, your palms sweaty and your heart gaining a heaviness you’ve never felt, your body ran cold.

The man speaks up again, his soft and stern tone still in the same tone, “Who..are you? Why have you come here?..”, He swiftly roses from the couch, slowly pacing his way forward, his shoes echoing clicks, his eyes still piercing through the air to you, his arms crossing in front of his chest.

You immediately step back and answer his question, your hands still pulled to your chest in fear, your voice shaken up and unable to hide your terrified presence, “I-I was-I was just exploring around the woods and- I-just wandered too far-..”

He laughs to himself, pausing his slow and threatening walk, his arms still crossed, his head moves upward, his eyes still on yours with curiosity and threatening glint, “Hm, exploring? You…we’re exploring these lonely woods just to end up in my domain? You know, you shouldn’t explore such threatening atmospheres at these hours.”, he sighs and turns away, laughing softly, his laugh creeping you the hell out. He steadily walks away further from you, and you find the little bit of guts you may have, your voice echoing, still showing turmoils of fear.

You step forward twice, your eyes on the back of his head, “What-..Who are you? What- are you?”, your shaken voice causes him to turn his head to the side, his steady wall pausing again, he responds softly to you, the softness almost unworldly, “Who am I?..What am I?…What do you think I am? Or who do you think I am?…”, he turns to face you, his arms still crossed, his head tilts and he gains a soft smile, his eyes regaining the sharp piercing it had before.

You step forward again, your step slow. You swallow down more nerves and you keep your hands to your chest, your eyes batting from confusion, “I-..you are just in this..creepy place, and…I literally got dragged in here, by something I couldn’t see-are…what are you and what is this place?”, your voice is echoing low, your breathing so heavy it fills your ears. “You’re not…you-are not a human being are you?…”, your question makes him smile wider.

“I’m just as human as you, trespasser. Except I don’t follow the same rules as most beings. I tend to…live freely. Not restrained by the shackles of society as you know it.”, his voice soft and teasing in a way.

You step forward again, immediately voicing out your thoughts, your voice still shaken up, your hands move to your sides, your eyes blinking up a storm, “No-No..you’re a ghost, I know you are..y-your place..just showed up in the middle of the woods, you- I got pulled to this place by force- you’re a ghost!”, your voice echos, your determination to your speculation makes him laugh, his eyes narrowing and he leans over, his body shaking as he laughs. After he is done laughing he stands tall and walks to you, his steps longer and he walks until he is close, his eyes looking down at yours with amusement, his arms crossing again, showing his amusement even more.

“You know, you’re a funny thing, trespasser. What might your name be?..”, he teases, his tone is so much more smooth now that he is close, the smoothness scaring you more, his presence being so close also shows you how cold he is, further proving your skepticism.

You swallow down nerves, a repetitive habit from anxiety, looking up at him with visible uneasiness, your breathing heavy, “…Y/n…”, you respond in a low tone, you’re clearly threatened.

He smile wildly, his eyes still on yours with extraterrestrial softness, his eyes almost putting you in a terrifying trance, a trace you don’t wish you have. He whispers to you, leaning closer, his amusement clear to you from his teasing mannerisms, “Y/n…you seem really on edge, like you’ve seen a ghost. Relax, I won’t harm you.”, he leans back, taking in your facial expression.

You widen your eyes, his words kicking in more.

“You-..I knew it, you are a ghost..”, your voice stays low, soft with a mixture of awe and lessening fear, you’re more amazed that you’re actually speaking to a ghost. “How-..How can I see you if-..”, you follow up with a question, he figures out quickly what you are meaning to ask, so he finishes the question for you.

“How can you see me if I’m a ghost? I do not know, but aren’t you quite intrigued by me? The Maestro.”, he steps back, opening his arms, giving a dramatic and playful spin, just to look back into your eyes, his smile permanent. You bat your eyes at him and you repeat him, your voice low, “M-..Maestro?..”

He nods at you once, lowering his hands to his sides before crossing them again, he tilts his head and says the unexpected, “Hm, you’re quite pretty, y/n. Pretty enough to warm this room, you know? You should be thankful for that compliment, I don’t tend to feel attraction.”

You are took by surprise, your eyes batting at his with lessening fear, more curiosity, since he seems harmless for a ghost. You lick your dry lips, thanking him for his compliment, “Thank-..thank you..”, you take a silent moment before continuing on, “you’re…since you’re a ghost..h-how long have you…been…a spirit?”, you ask nicely, afraid to offend or anger him with anything.

He looks up dramatically, tapping his chin, “hmm, how long?..Gee, I do not know. But one things for certain, I am definitely ancient.”, he looks down at you and winks playfully, laughing to himself. You look down at your hands, rubbing them together, unsure of what to take in, the fact that you’re in a haunted mansion or the fact that you’re speaking with s phantom.

“I can tell you’re a curious little thing, that is how you ended up here after all. In my grasp.”, he reaches out and rubs your chin with his finger, his touch cold but very strange, lighter then a feather on your live skin. You shiver and look up at him, your eyes a innocent curious, your hands stay together in front of you, unsure of where to put them.

“I..I always was. I..I’m sorry for intruding- I just wanted to-..”, before you finish he interrupts you, his fingers softly pressing to your lips, his fingers almost frozen in temperature, his eyes narrow from echoing soft self laughter. “Oh no, don’t you apologize for your usual antics. Why are you apologizing now? Because your antics has you put in a understandably scary situation?”, he slowly removes his fingers from your lips.

You aren’t sure what to say, you just stare up at him, your hands fidgeting in front of you, you feel colder after he release his fingers, a permanent reminder of him being nothing other then a spirit.

He tilts his head, crossing his arms, his smile softening up but his eyes starting to threaten again, his look very mischievous. “You are an adorable, lady. So curious, so innocent it seems. Your very pleasant personality matches your fairly tempting face.”, after how soft and teasing words, you look down at your fumbling hands, your cheeks slightly blushing from his tender compliments, you start to think, “why is this phantom so seemingly harmless, why is he so calm and sensitive?”. You look up at him again, your eyes soft. “Thank you..you..are oddly…kind.”, you swallow after your words.

“Ah, so it’s odd for me to be kind because I’m indeed a force, a spirit, a breeze in the wind…well, not ever spirit is a bad one.”, he leans closer to you, his eyes scanning your face, he then leans back and raises his brows, his arms crossing tighter, “Well, look at that. You’re blushing. Now, how did I manage to get you to blush in such a peculiar atmosphere?..”, he reached out and grips your chin softly, his tough still bitterly cold, his eyes digging into yours, his breath cold on your face.

You feel yourself blush harder, your eyes in a trance to his with wideness, his stare seems to keep you paralyzed. You part your mouth and hesitate before responding in your gentle tone, “I..I just didn’t expect you to..compliment me so…much..”, he immediately interrupts you, his face growing a soft and threatening smirk, but a threatening that makes you feel even more flustered under his trance.

“Mmm, well..don’t most gentlemen compliment attractive ladies? I tend to voice myself very confidently. I see something I like and I comment on it. Well, that’s how I was while I was a physical being on this horrid planet we call home..”, he chuckles to himself, his thumb rubbing over your bottom lip as he holds your chin, his eyes growing a more in depth mischievousness to them, his cold hands oddly seeming to warm you, your cheeks warm and blushing harder, your eyes look around from growing nervousness, your hand rubs over the other showing your flustered nature. “M-..thank you, i..am sorry I’m just not- used to this and, it’s so strange cause..”, he holds his look, his thumb still rubbing your bottom lip, causing you to silent yourself, your eyes move to his, deepening in as he teases.

“No need to explain, I am quite intelligent, darling. You’re probably think you’re dreaming. But, you aren’t…hm, what a very pleasing face, your blushing tells me you are enjoying my little playful antics with you..”, you immediately look away, knowing he’s correct. You stay quiet from your spiraling mind and nerves, leaving him with a powerful feeling, a feeling of pride. “See?..”, he chuckles to himself, continuing his sentence, “Tell me, y/n, have you ever wondered about the paranormal? As in, are you wondering how I’m able..to keep you nervous from my flattery? My charm is very freaky, I know. You must think you’re losing your sanity.”

You hesitate, slowly nodding, his facial features starting to become strangely pleasant. “I must be…”, you whisper to him. He takes in your facial features, eyes, and lies his hand on your cheek, his palm cold but keeps you warm from your bashfulness.

“Y/n, tell me this…do you believe in connections between the living and the spiral realm?”, he keeps a warm smile for such a cold face, his eyes narrow in on yours. You think for a moment, finally nodding, your eyes unable to budge from his. This allows him to continue, “Have you ever wondered of the possibilities of connection between the living and the spiritual realm?..”, you nod without hesitation. He chuckles darkly to himself and slowly pads his self behind you, noticing your flustered and nervous presence, as he walks behind you, you swallow and stay still, your eyes looking around with nervousness, unsure of what is to come. He suddenly grips your shoulders with a tightness, making you jump and softly yelp, your yelp echoing out, he starts to gently massage your shoulders and tease you further, “Oh my, what a jumpy lady. Relax, I’m just making sure you’re comfortable with me..”, his voice coos softly, his hands cold on your shoulders, but his massaging pushing you to feel a awkward comfort in his ghostly grip, your eyes fluttering with bashful tendency spilling from you, so much he can feel it.

“You’re definitely an entertainment source, darling. I can smell the nerves coming off of you, you’re easy to find out..”, he keeps a menacing smirk, his hands now rubbing from your shoulders to the middle of your upper arms, making you shiver, unable to move, almost like he is forcing you to stand as a statue. You turn your head to the side and whisper to him, your voice unable to raise from a mixture of unstable emotions and sensations, “M-..Why are you touching me? I..can’t move.”

He rubs your upper arms slowly with the tips of his cold fingers, leaning in to speak into your ear from behind you, his breath cold on your ear, “No? That’s strange, I haven’t did anything..maybe I’m just feeling you out to know what I’m dealing with. Maybe you can’t move because you are stuck in a liking or my touch? No?..”, he chuckles against your ear, his fingers slowly running back up to your shoulders, now rubbing them in circles with his slender middle and ring fingers. You close your eyes and respond in your weak tone, your heart pounding with your skin tingling in the places he touched, his cold breath making you shiver more by the second. In a way, you do seem to enjoy his tease, his words and movements graceful enough to seem attractive.

“I..think I’m just scared, I’m..nervous.”, you admit to him, making him interrupt you by gripping your waist, slowly sliding his slender cold hands in front of your belly, his mouth still close to your ear, “No you aren’t, you are just accepting what you want to, you could get me to stop touching you if you relent wanted to. Liar..”, you immediately shudder, your hands rushing to his on your belly, your eyes twitching closed, his touch seeming to sting you, the icy sting turning into a warm spread, from your belly to your pelvic bone, his gentle cold hands working your nerves in a way that’s so odd. Your hands grip his gently, your voice feeling stuck in your throat, his hands still rubbing your belly.

“Hmm, can you not speak? Am I putting too much on you right now, darling? Are my hands too cold?..”, he keeps his whispering to your ear, making sure to keep you weak for him, where he wants you, his hands explore your sides now, and your belly at the same time. You take a minute to find your words, your hands still on top of his as he explores your midsection, your knees trembling slightly as the burst of warmth spreads throughout your entire body, your inner thighs starting to gain a tingle in the muscles, is it a forced arousal by dark magic? It is just your ability to be weakened by a handsome entity?

You whisper to him, turning your head, your eyes narrowed down now, your throat drying out slightly from growing breathing, “I..no, it’s just…you’re being very hands on and…”, he interrupts you, pushing his tease by biting your ear on the lobe, his fingertips sliding under your shirt on your sides, barley touching your skin but enough to make you feel it, his touch even colder, but somehow making you hotter. You almost choke from the force of his tease, your eyes closing and your hands grip his wrists with tightness, your back arching from the cold temperature of his hands and the growing tingles in your thighs, and now pelvic area, a creeping or throbbing sliding into play also. You can almost feel the wicked smile of this handsome entity behind you, his frigid breathing coating your ear. After some seconds of barley teasing your sides, he finally fully slides his hands up and grips your waist under your shirt, you immediately feel a tightness swell in your crotch, your eyes widen from the immediate pressure and knot, your hands release his wrists and you lie your hands on your thighs, leaning over, your body temperature going up, your nipples becoming more noticeable as they push against your bra, their hardness forming rapidly, you quickly realize that he must be using some sort of dark magic on your body, the rapidness of your arousal not normal for you or anyone, you start to pant out heavily, the panting echoing with your knees shaking more from inside.

As expected, he gives a satisfied laugh, his hands squeezing your waist, he move one hand off of your waist and grips your hair, pulling your head back gently, making you grow intensely nervous, but your rapid arousal quickly covers those nerves, once your head is pulled back you meet his eyes, his smile sadistic, his eyes almost glowing. If you weren’t mistaken, you can see hints of arousal in his gaze. He admires your facial expression for a moment, before leaning down to whisper his iced breath over your face. “Is this scary?..”, his question simple, but powerful over you.

“I-..yes…”, that’s all you can say, your voice is barley able to be heard. Your fear from this moment is genuine as you don’t know how far this forcing magic will go on your body and judgement, but you can’t ignore the fact that you are also enjoying this sadistic game from him. You tell yourself to wake up in your mind, unable to fathom being so aroused from a entity, a phantom, a ghost.

“Such a weak thing.”, he pulls your hair back more, almost bending you back enough for you to feel it in your back. He leans down closer to your face, his mouth inches away from yours, his breath that of a frozen lake, his eye glowing better. As he holds your head back, his other hand releases your waist and grips the back of your neck from behind, you grow more attracted to this moment once you feel his hand on the back of your neck, your eyes gaining a look of weakening hope, showing your closeness or giving into him fully, his smile growing until he shows his teeth, your body overly stimulated already from this abnormal pressure of arousal.

“Please?…j-just do whatever you want-get it over with..”, you whisper your pleading to him, your hands dangling as he keeps you bent back, your knees weaker and weaker. You lose your pride and plead more, your entire body practically begging for stimulations, your voice shaking from anticipation and fear, a fear you now love to feel. “Please? I-won’t do anything but let you do what you please, I just..please I feel overly weak..you got me where you want me..”, you swallow and pant out in desperate need, he holds his eyes on yours for a moment longer before finally catching your lips in a kiss, his hand tightening in your hair and his other hand tightening on the back of your neck, the kiss already electrifying. You immediately fall into the kiss, your mouth hot with your tongue searching his mouth, his mouth warm despite his breath being cold, the strange mix showing the unrealistic properties of him being a spirit, a spirit that has possessed your body with lust.

The kiss is heavy and hot, your hands move to your breast through your shirt, your nipples wildly hard with sensitivity throbbing around them, your crotch hot with very obvious wetness, your bean in the same throbbing knot of desperate lust. You squeeze your breasts tightly, the feeling making you twitch in your back.

The maestro suddenly breaks the kiss, standing you back straight, spinning you around to face him, leaving no room for anything other then the unfinished kiss, he catches your lips again and you grip his cheeks with no hesitation, rising to your toes. He can taste your pleading for him through your mouth, making him grow more determined to take over your body in all ways he can. He grips your waist tightly with his tongue lavishing your mouth, his head tilting to deepen it more, you lose yourself even more, moving your hands to his shoulders now, your nails digging into them, your kissing growing borderline aggressive, your breathing shaken into his mouth.

He suddenly breaks the kiss again, gripping your chins, his eyes cracking to dig into yours, his dominance overbearing, he pants against your lips with his still cold breath, “open your mouth. Wide. I’m going to make sure you take me with you anywhere you go…”, you immediately obey, opening your mouth, your eyes tranced to stay on his, your eyes growing a glow that mirrors his, your body fully possessed by his ghostly induced lust. After you open your mouth, he lets spit drool from his mouth into yours, it hits your tongue, making you release a soft shaken moan, your eyes flinching.

Before anything else, he whispers to you, his fingers tightening on your chin more, “Move it around your mouth.”, his soft spoken voice growing like music to your ears, you obey by moving it around the best you can, the taste strange, the taste not of living persons saliva.

“Obedient. Now, lie on the floor..”, he releases your chin, his eyes keeping the dominance. He steps back, waiting. You swallow and immediately drop to the cold hard floor, once you lie down you keep yourself propped on your elbows, looking up a thin with submissive desperation, waiting for what could be next, considering that he demanded you lie back, you have an idea on what it is, leaving you absolutely excited. He lowers on his knees, licking his lips, he grips your knees making you shiver as you’ve been doing, your crotch overly heated snd knotted, your bean swollen and your folds drenched in your pants, you bell your fists as you watch him, your antsy manner growing. He pushes your legs flat on the floor, on his knees beside them, he reaches and unbuttons your pants, your eyes jittering at his slender fingers, he then finds the zipper and pulls it down with gentle tease, chuckling to himself, his soft voice softer with pride.

“Oh, I can’t wait to see what I have been able to do to this little doll on my floor..”, he gently grips your pants and starts to slide them down, his eyes filling with gentle concentration, he gets them down to your knees and sighs in bliss at the sight of your pubic hair. You bite your bottom lip as anticipation grows, your eyes rushing to his with the same desperation, your toes curling in your shoes.

“You must be looking for trouble going commando..”, he gives you a dark chuckle, his hand reaching to gently brush over your pubic hair, his hunger growing by the look of his face. Your perfect slit is absolutely drowning in arousal, your been swollen and hot to the limit. “P..please?…”, your only able to release a simple plead, your voice weaker, your entire body devoted to him.

He reaches to your foot and takes off your shoe, then the other, tossing them to the side away from you both, he them reaches to your jeans again that are on your knees, pulling them fully off of your legs slowly, finally tossing them to the side as well. He releases a growl of excitement, tapping your knee. “Open..”, his one word of choice making you jolt with excitement, you open your legs wide, your eyes still pleasing to him, your mouth parted with strong panting coming out. He moved between your legs, his eyes glowing at you with a very sadistic smile, “Oh no need to look at me like that, darling..I’m going to make sure you remember me for the rest of your days, I’ll always haunt you the way you need me to.”

He lied on his belly, licking his lips as he stare into your slit, his eyes narrow and concentrating, his hands slowly lie on your inner thighs, his cold touch making you open wider, he can see how much he has worked his ways on you, “A lovely sight..look at what I’ve done done to you. Oh, but I am far from being done with you and this vessel..”, he grips your inner thighs firmer, his face barley an inch away from your heated throbbing cunt, your eyes flutter and you lie flat on your back, your eyes closing as you wait for contact from his mouth, your hands moving to your belly. After some admiring moments, he finally gives into what you are needing, his ghostly tongue escaping out to lie on your slit, your taste perfectly balanced. You release a breath, your toes curling. He starts to explore your slit up and down with his tongue fully extended and coated with spit, the tip of his tongue pushing against your swollen clit, making you jolt and twitch. You reach the point of moans from building pressure and tease to your most intimate area.

He rubs his slender cold hands on your inner thighs with gentle care, his mouth perfectly sucking your hot bean between pressures licks to your folds, his tongue also teasing your tight hole along with it. This combination makes you whimper out to him, your voice echoing, you grip your shirt tightly and pull from the intense pleasure, your eyebrows scrunched and your mouth locked open for core deep vocalization. His hands slide to your hips as he dives his mouth in deeper against your hot cunt, his tongue picking up pace. His tongue slips into your tight hole, just to slip out to push and suck on your clit, a very pleasuring cycle he is planting onto your core, your hands move to his hair, your back arching off the cold hard floor slightly, your hips bucking forward. His pleasing assault to your heat makes your whimpers turn into begging whines, whines for him to keep going, to explore you more, to bring you closer and closer to a surreal experience.

His hands slide up, almost creeping up your body to dig his fingers into your waist, his tongue slipping inside of your clenching hole, once it slips inside you start to feel a difference between being intimate with a human and a phantom, his tongue seems to slide out to unnatural length, the tip of his tongue pressing on your g-spot on the roof of your walls inside, making you gasp out from shock, his tongue starts growing more girth making your walls tighter around it, he releases your waist with one hand and he lies his slender hand in your pubic hair, his thumb reaching down and rubbing your hot and sensitive nub in circular motion, his tongue snatching your soul from the inside out. You can hear a faint growling from him, adding a vibration to your core, the extreme combination of pleasures coming from him make your body convulse, your toes stretch out with your hands gripping his hair for dear life, your whining transitions into echoing loud gasping, the pleasure almost too much to handle, your eyes roll back with the back of your neck creasing from your head lending back against the cold and hard floor.

You feel his magical tongue thickening more at the tip, pushing your cervix with it curling up perfectly in the middle pushing your g-spot as well, his thumb still working your nub, uncontrollable shaking grows in your legs and hands that keep hard grip in his hair, feeling comfortable with your dramatic reaction, he keeps the same motions with pride, feeling your release building up from the inside. He keeps his very heavenly magical assault for a long pleasurable five minutes, until you feel your gut starting to curl in, a roller coaster of knotting throbs growing in your nub and inside of your walls, making you raise your head, your orgasm approaching with knowledge of how harsh it will be, your mouth and throat dry from all the loud echoing whining and gasping. Feeling your orgasm approaching, he grips your twitching and knotting bean and twists it with his fingers, his tongue still hitting your spots inside, the twisting makes you scream from a mix of pleasure and pain, after his harsh twisting and gentle deep stimulation to your insides, your orgasms hits you like a truck. Your back arches off the floor with your dna gushing out into his mouth, ending in a very satisfied groan from him, your nub gets pulled by his slender cool fingers, your walls clenching down like a bear trap on his sadistic tongue, the pulling on your tight bean makes you orgasm deeper from inside, but hurts, making you enjoy the moment much more. Your gut wrenching screams from your orgasm sounds like the most beautiful song to him, causing him to growl in his throat, pulling your bean and maneuvering his tongue inside your gushing cunt as he drinks you down, ingesting all of your fluids the best he can.

Your orgasm subsides after a long and very blissful release, leaving you spent and out of breath, your body falling limp of the floor, your neck sweaty with your eyes too weak to move, your hands keeping a tremble in them, as you lie there with your dry throat sucking in air and exhaling, he finally withdrawal his tongue, his hand sliding from your pubic bone to your lower belly, his head slowly raising from between your legs, his mouth glistening with your juices, tongue shapes back to normal, licking around his lips to taste you a bit longer, rising to his knees, his glowing eyes scanning you up and down with predatory tendencies. You prop on your elbows, still in a daze from your orgasm, your eyes in fully shifted gaze, your pupils keep dilation, your mental state taken over by him whole heartedly, the feeling absolutely terrifying but exciting.

He reaches down and rubs his fingers over your belly, his gaze speaking for himself, his mouth curled into a genuinely scary smile, but the once fear and anxiety you felt from it is nowhere to be found, you feel an attraction to it, the need for his approval.

“Some things can’t be undone, you know that right?”, he hovers over you, his fingers brushing across your warm cheek, his threatening soft tone keeping your still shivers going.

“I’ve really…screwed up, didn’t I?…”, you ask him, your voice weak and faint, your eyes growing softer to his, the connection between you and him growing, spiritual law boundaries broken. Your sexual escapades with the maestro unable to reverse, you are forever linked to the paranormal with your life at risk for hauntings and forced isolation from family and friends as you know it, isolation an evident is dealing with a home of spiritual ties. “This won’t be the only time I’ll be seeing you, will it?..”, with your knowledge of paranormal works, you are aware of specific entities keeping close to those who seek or summon them, as well as connections.

He gently lies his cold fingers on your lips, his eyes starting to shine a light blue, his black pupils growing light blue as well, he leans closely to your lips, his cold breath a permanent staple in your life, “No speak of this, no speak of your whereabouts…when you need me, when you are think of me, I’ll be there.”

His words kicking in, you trap yourself in your mind, coming to a slow peace that for the rest of your days on earth, you will be linked to this phantom that took your interest, and your soul by the physical strength of your Lust.

𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽

(I KNOW I TOOK FOREVER TO POST A FANFIC, BUT IT IS HERE! I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY! SORRY TO KEEP ALL OF YOU WAITING RO GET FED!! LOVE YOU ALL! :D 💋)

[mjsgirlie04]

⚠️♡︎ 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓, 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆, 𝐕𝐈𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒, 𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋, 𝐒𝐔𝐁 𝐅𝐄𝐌 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑, 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐄, & 𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐊 ♡︎⚠️

((𝐕𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐒𝐋 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧’𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐫𝐚))

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄: {𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐧. 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐩 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐲 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. 𝐈𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥..}

｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟﾟ。𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄

　ﾟ･｡･𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲: @mjsgirlie04 (𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑 𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐌 𝐌𝐘 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊! 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊 𝐘𝐎𝐔! ❤︎︎)

𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽

It’s a rainy day mixed in with warm weather and you have been at Michael’s house for half of the day with nighttime falling now. The day has been brilliant with you and your long term crush finally confessing to having feelings for one another. After long foreplay practices, French kissing, groping, dry humping, nibbles on the neck, etc, you and Michael end up on his bed with him in only his boxers and you in your bra and panties.

You and Michael share a long and loving kiss after almost an hour of intense foreplay which ends in a prolonged stare between you two. Michael is hovering over you leaving you blissfully placed underneath him, you feel your body sending sensual tingles from your neck down to your toes, and you feel your pretty untouched pussy leaking producing juices like you’ve never felt before added to the rapid and pounding throbbing you also feel between your legs. Michael’s legs are in between yours, your legs are opened to release tension you feel in your lower half.

You softly whisper to Michael breaking the severe tension.

“Handsome..I have to tell you something…” you hold eye contact with Michael with the same hot and blushed face.

Michael softly kisses your tender lips and whispers back. “Of course, baby. You can tell me anything..”

You get nervous and bite your lip, suddenly turning your head away from Michael to the right to break eye contact. When you turn away Michael immediately interjects with softness in his voice .“No, baby.. no turning from me. Look at me.”

𝐇𝐞’𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠.

You slowly turn your head back gazing into Michael’s eyes. His eyes are full of you, he is admiring every minute of this moment with you. You blush harder and hesitate for a second before nervously speaking. “Michael, I’m a...” Michael’s presence hovering over you causes you to halt.

“A what, baby? Don’t be so nervous.. you know I’ll always listen to you..” Michael gives you a reassuring smile along with his eyes dancing around your blushing face. The reassurance pushes you to spill your words out of comfort from Michael.

“Handsome, I’m a virgin…I’m innocent..” you nervously gulp with your beautiful eyes locked in Michael’s.

Michael’s face flashes with genuine surprise, but not in a negative way. He has a sense of nervousness on his face as well. Michael’s smile grows bigger before he tells you a little secret of his own..

“Baby, you don’t have to be ashamed or nervous. You want to know why?..” Michael leans closer to your face still hovering over you.

“Yes..why?” Your expression turns into genuine curiosity.

“Baby..I’m a virgin also…I’ve only ever gotten to the fore play part with a past partner..but, I never did the full mile.” Michael keeps his smile.

You slightly open your mouth and widen your eyes. You’re in absolute shock. This man is a virgin and he can get you aroused like this? Absolutely mind boggling. You keep your eyes locked on Michael’s and find yourself struggling to find words.

Michael giggles admiring your adorable reaction. “I know I’ve got you riled up..yeah? Because I’m super riled right now. All the days and nights I’ve thought about you, thought about finally being able to kiss you and touch you like this…”

Michael forces his lips down on yours swiftly with applied pressure, but it’s still very soft and tender in nature. You kiss back and slowly bring your arms up and wrap them around Michael’s waist and you pull him down on top of you causing him to lie his entire body weight on yours with his upper arms supporting his upper torso, both of his wide and soft hands are gripping the sheet. You release a soft moan into his mouth as you both share a profound french kiss, you also start to buck your hips due to the nagging pleasure you feel in between your legs, your thighs, and your lower belly. Michael presses his very rigid and throbbing cock against your pubic bone softly grinding his hips to feel relief. It’s only making him grow more feral for you.

With you and Michael’s imbedded tension rising to new heights, you hear Michael’s breathing raising as well as yours. You don’t know if you can physically handle how astonishing this sensation feels. Michael then suddenly breaks the kiss and locks his half lidded eyes on your half lidded eyes, Michael pants against your lips. Very closely to your lips. You are also panting hot passion from your lips with your breath hitting Michael’s lips. You didn’t think you could feel anymore delight, but Michael manages to make it happen by whispering to you against your mouth, asking you a question you never thought you’d hear from him..

“My love..I don’t think I can handle this build up any longer. I genuinely can’t. Let’s make this special for the both of us, yes?..” Michael’s staring eyes and slightly open lips send intense trembling down your spine shooting electricity to your already aching and drenched pussy, as well as up to your very erect and hot nipples.

“Handsome..tell me what it is you’re hinting at me. What do you want, hun?…” You know what Michael is hinting at, you just want his explanation so you can hear his charming and soft voice that drives you mental so much. You slowly wiggle your hips from side to side to tease Michael even more, you can feel his erect cock rubbing against your damped panties, causing you to release a soft whimpered moan.

Michael seductively whispers to you. “I want my first time with you, angel..I want to make you feel the way you deserve to feel, I want to feed my need for you by giving you what you need..you want me to take your body don’t you, baby?..I can feel your body begging for it underneath me..” Michael forces his hot lips against yours with a quick release. “Please, princess?..I know you can feel how excited you’ve got me, I can feel how excited I’ve gotten you..I feel the wet warmth seeping through your panties, and my god it feels so 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝.” Michael grinds his hot and inflexible cock against your panties slowly to tease himself more and you as well, his cockhead is definitely leaking precum like crazy now.

You slightly tilt your head back and let out a soft moan with your eyes gently closed, taking in the sensation of something you so desperately crave and need. Michael pants and let’s put desperate groans against your neck sending harsh trembles down your entire body and back up again. You can’t help but moan out your deep pleasure as Michael continues to slowly grind himself against your very achey, pulsating, clenching, and drenched untouched pussy. Through your intense soft moaning, you manage to answer Michael’s pleading for you in a very whiney aroused whisper and Michael starts so softly kiss your hot neck.

“Yes, Michael.. Take me. I want it..” You keep your head tilted back still letting out pleasure filled moans and pants. Michael continues to softly and seductively kiss your neck, now adding a little tongue, making you moan a tad bit louder. You also feel Michael’s cock twitch against your innocent but teased pussy.

Michael softly whispers against your teased neck. “You’re mine forever, baby. You have no idea how much I love you and how much I love how you make me feel…” Michael lies a heavy French kiss against your neck causing you to pant out deep but feminine moans and raise your right hand up to grip Michael’s left shoulder tightly. You couldn’t open your eyes if you tried. Too much pleasure in one innocent tempted girl.

Michael groans and desperately pants against your neck, he’s really losing his self control with you now. “Baby..you feel so addicting, oh my god..such worthless panties you have on. I can’t wait to get them off you...” Michael then suddenly lifts himself off of you and crawls backwards. You pant and bite your lip waiting to see what he does next. Michael then halts his backwards crawling until he locks eyes with your drenched panties. He could rip them off of you like a wild animal if he wanted to, but he has to be gentle with you because after all, you are special in his eyes. Michael groans and and slowly lies on his belly in front of your aching panties causing you to open your legs even wider staring at Michael between your legs in admiration biting your lip. Feeling hotter then ever. Michael takes his left arm and slides it under your right leg then places his left hand on your belly, he then his right hand and slowly slides his fingers underneath your soaked panties through the side making you jolt and buck your hips hard. Michael begins to slowly rub your wet aching pussy with his long but soft fingers, coating his fingers in all of your produced juices. You bring your hands up to your breast and squeeze them while you let out a deepened whining moan with your eyes firmly closed.

Michael half lidded eyes are locked on your pussy with his face blushed hard, he also has his mouth slightly open in disbelief with how wonderful your slick folds feel on his now wet fingers. Michael feels his leaking cock continuously and violently twitching in his boxers like crazy.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me, baby. I can’t handle it, oh my god..” Michael continues to slowly rub your clenching pussy sending extreme sensations from your juicing pussy to your nipples, making you squeeze them harder. You also moan louder as well. “Oh my god, I can hear it.. it’s so wet I can hear it when I rub it..” Michael let’s out a masculine but somewhat higher pitched groan, his cock twitching and leaking the way it is added into his insanely deep pleasure of seeing you squirm around and moan out loud due to his hand touching you is making him more and more feral by the second.

You weakly whimper to Michael still squeezing your breasts and moaning with your eyes closed. “Michael.. that feels so good, oh my god.. faster, please?...” Michael immediately speeds up a tad bit while keeping his eyes locked between your legs, you let a prolonged high pitched moan escape your hot mouth. You buck your hips forward causing Michael to apply more pressure behind his rubbing, and he moves up to only your swollen hot clit making you shriek with core deep pleasure.

“Oh my god, love..your pussy feels so good on my fingers. Fuck.” Michael keeps his rhythm and slightly grips your waist with his left hand while continuing to pleasure your desperately needy pussy with his right. Unable to control yourself anymore due to intense build up in your body, you plead to Michael like your life is in the palm of his hands.

“𝐘𝐞𝐬, finger me, Michael.. please finger me, now.” Michael without hesitation slowly aligns his ring and middle finger against your slippery entrance and he flips his hand around so that his fingers properly curve so his finger tips can hit your g-spot. With a slow and steady motion, Michael slides his long fingers inside of your tight and clenching drenched pussy. Michael let’s put a very pleased deep groan and he moves his head closer. You gasp and your moaning halts for a second before you let out a very desperate and intense core wrenching moan, squeezing your tender breasts even more. You grip Michael’s fingers even tighter with your tight pussy muscles.

“Fuck, oh my god. You’re so damn tight, angel. I’m so happy I’m able to claim this body as mine..It feels so good around my fingers..so so tight..” Michael starts to slowly thrust his fingers in and out of your clenching needy pussy with his fingers curving upward when he thrusts in, hitting your g-spot perfectly, making you continuously and uncontrollably moan out loud. Michael chuckles into a deep prolonged moan admiring the sound of your extremely wet and gushy slick pussy being fingered by him, and the sound of your loud moans. Making his cock twitch and leak even harder, causing it to slightly hurt, but the pain feels so good.

“Yeah baby, let me hear you. Let me hear you take my fingers..so tight, baby..” Michael slowly picks up the pace. “God baby, I’m so..𝐬𝐨 hard. It hurts..” Michael’s heavy breathing even sounds desperate.

“Fuck..Oh my 𝐠𝐨𝐝, take it out and love me, Michael..I’m so desperate for it. I can’t wait anymore. Let me take it..” you immediately see Michael sitting in front of you in a kneeling position. He takes his hand out of your panties and swiftly and eagerly grips both sides of your panties with both hands while panting, you then raise your legs up to make the process easier for him. He wastes no time and starts to pull your useless panties down. His eyes are hyper focused on his hands pulling down your panties. After continuous pulling, Michael finally pulls your panties off of your ankles and tosses them beside the bed. Michael then sighs in desperate arousal and opens your legs back up slowly with his hands now locking his feral eyes on your very pretty slick, tight, clenching, drenched, pulsating, pussy. This makes Michael moan with neediness for you.

“Oh my- just look at how pretty that is. I can’t wait to take my time on you, my 𝐠𝐨𝐝.” The tension and patience is starting to eat at you and Michael. You stare down at Michael between your legs with your very half lidded eyes and your wide open legs. You bite your lip very very seductively and whisper to Michael in a very needy and pleasing tone.

“𝐘𝐞𝐬..Yes make me yours, Michael..come on make me yours..” You take your hands off your breasts and start to slowly rub your inner thighs to tease Michael, absolutely exposing all your creases and folds to your needy pussy. “Fuck me, Michael..𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐞.” You see Michael admiring your desperation very deeply. Suddenly Michael gets on his knees fully and he grips both sides of his boxers, Michael slowly pulls his boxer shorts down while biting his lip, staring at his cock waiting for it to pop out. after continuously pulling, His boxers finally reach his knees, then he sits and leans back so he can pull his boxers off fully. Once his boxers are off, he tosses them over the side of the bed and he moves back onto his knees in front of your opened legs. His very rigid and veiny 9 inch cock pops out and his balls are also exposed. His cock is standing tall like a rocket, his balls look so full, his cockhead is leaking precum insanely, and his cock keeps the same continuous twitching. Michael then looks up to catch your prying eyes. Your mouth is hanging open, your eyes keep the same half lidded look though. You let out a soft moan and softly speak to Michael..

“Oh fucking my god, Michael. You’re so big.. oh my god it’s so beautiful. Such a beautiful cock..” You feel your insides curling with excitement. Michael let’s put another pleasure filled sigh and slowly scoots forward until he gets close to your pussy. He is looking down at your desperate face and Michael groans in ecstasy, just absolutely waiting to stuff you full for your first time. Him being a virgin makes this so much better for you. You can both share this first time experience.

Michael grabs your calf muscles and raised your legs while holding them open, he then scoots even closer until he reaches a good stopping point close to your skin and he slightly tilts his forward while he looks down at his cock to make sure his cockhead aligns with your entrance correctly. This caused Michael to lean his head back and let out a soft but very mewling moan. “Oh god, I can’t believe I’m about to fuck you like this, baby. I’m about to stuff you so full and it’s going to feel so out of this world for the both of us..” Michael keeps his eyes on his cockhead and he begins to tease you both by rubbing his wet tip against your entrance, making you both groan out loud, you lie your hands on your belly and dig your fingers into your skin due to extreme pulsating pleasure, you’re pulsating so hard on Michael’s cockhead while it teases you.

“Oh my god. Baby..I can feel your entrance on my cockhead. It’s literally pressing against it, oh my 𝐠𝐨𝐝..“ Michael releases your calf muscles and places both of his hands beside both sides of your abdomen and lightly lies on hop of you so he can properly push his cock inside. You place your legs around Michael’s lower back and move your hands back up to your breast, they are still very sensitive and your nipples are very rigid and tingly. You and Michael are in perfect positions for a very special missionary, you keep your lustful eyes on Michael’s with him giving you the same vibe, you are lightly panting with the very feral sensation of desperation, you can feel his cockhead pressed against your entrance which is making you throb very expeditiously, you feel your body heat boiling as you take in Michael’s presence. Michael had his eyes locked on yours, looking down at you with his beautiful curly hair adding to his charm, he holds the same lustful stare, he is releasing the same pants as you, and chest is visibly tighter then they were before, his tension is killing him as well as yours.

You and Michael’s virginity is on the threshold of extinction. It’s making you and him feel very naughty but also very excited and boiling with sexual tension, surreal sexual tension. Your virginity will now be permanently glued to Michael forever. Vise versa. You both feel your innocence slipping away with ever second that you and Michael stare into each others needy eyes, causing Michael to dive in for it as he can’t hold himself back anymore..

“I’m going to start sliding it in love…okay? You tell me if it hurts you too much, baby. Are you ready for me, angel?..” Michael gives you the reassurance you need as he always has, with a light smile.

You rapidly nod and whisper back. “I will, I promise..go ahead, handsome…I’m ready, Michael..” You smile lightly back at Michael.

You both take in some breathes before you then see Michael look down at his cock that’s met against your entrance and he very steadily and gently pushes his cock forward until his very thick cockhead manages to slip in, causing him to lean his head back slightly and grunt in a high pitched masculine manner. you tilt your head back and gasp loudly with your eyes tightly shut, you are also squeezing the life out of your tender breasts to release built up pressure you feel in your body.

In a very soft and whiney voice Michael further charms you by showing his genuine care for you and your comfort.

“Baby, does it hurt too much?..are you okay to keep going?..” You see his face holding genuine concern.

“Y-Yes, it’s just an adjustment..you know? I’m okay, handsome.. you can keep going..” You smile sweetly at Michael.

After he smiles back at you, he focuses his eyes on your entrance, Michael then proceeds to keep his steady push his needy cock forward causing him to softly moan and very lightly tremble. “God baby, you’re so…tight I can barley get the head inside..oh just wait until I manage to slip this whole thing inside, I might lost my sanity..” Michael let’s out a very adorable and seductive giggle leading into a moan as he keeps pushing to try and get his entire head inside.

You plead to Michael. “Handsome..push harder, don’t go too light on me..you can apply some force, anything to get that beautiful cock inside…harder, Michael..” You bite your lip and heavily groan from the pressure of Michael’s cockhead against your tight and slippery entrance, with your clit and walls still throbbing like crazy. Michael gazed into your eyes.

“Baby, are you sure?…don’t push yourself so much, we are both new to this..just know I don’t want to hurt you at all, love…” Michaels face is so cutely blushed adding to his very blissful smile. His eyes have the same expression of need, desire, arousal, and feral love.

“Push harder, handsome.. push.” You make it clear that you’re certain about what you want.

With that, Michael looks back down at your entrance and proceed to apply a more forceful thrust against your entrance, with it being successful, Michael’s cock manages to slip in but it slips in more then you both through it would, Michael’s cocks slides in halfway. This sudden penetration causes Michael to lean his head back and let out a whimpering moan. On your end, you gasp loudly and your eyes roll back. You also swiftly turn your head to the side as you feel your tight and juicing pussy slowly adjusting to Michael’s size. It’s so large for such a tight hole, but your pussy is so drenched it somehow manages to allow Michael’s cock inside halfway.

You arch your back slightly and squeeze your breasts very firmly and you lightly pull them.

“Oh god, fuck. Baby I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t expect to go in so deep first push..but oh my god, you’re so tight it feels so good for you to hug it like this...” Michael’s mixture of genuine apology for pushing a tad bit harder then you expected and arousal and deep deep pleasure with how astonishing your walls feel around half of his cock is so adorable to you. You whimper and pant utterly heavy.

“You’re so adorable, michael.. push more. You can loosen me that way so I can adjust better to your size..I know it will hurt a little, but a little pain can feel good..” you wink at michael and bite your lip. Michael smiles at you and looks back down at your entrance, Michael gathers his breath and pushes his cock forward one last time with force before his entire rigid nine inch cock slides inside of you with your skin meeting Michael’s. Michael moans 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐥𝐲, his eyes slightly roll back, and his hands grip the sheets very tightly out of the sudden intense pressure on his cock from your clenching wet walls. On your end, Your eyes roll back and flutter, you let a very uncontrollable shriek escape your mouth, and you arch your back harder due to the sudden impact against your cervix and g-spot from all of Michael’s inches. You feel your aching pussy hugging Michael very tightly, but not too tight. Your walls are throbbing against Michael’s erect cock very rapidly, and you pull your bra down out of uncontrollable motions in your hands, you pull until your breasts are exposed, with your nipples very solid and sensitive, you can feel your heartbeat sending pulsations to your nipples and clit causing them to both ache more and more by the second.

“You’re so…damn tight. Baby, can..I thrust now? Are you ready?…I need this moment with you. Both of us do..” Michael gives you a smile.

You smile back and pant back to Michael. “Yes, Michael..”

Immediately, Michael starts to slowly thrust his once innocent cock steadily in and out of you. Michael let’s out deep groans that are sent from his deepest core, he has his head tilted down so he can keep his eyes on your entrance. You gasp and voice very loose moans, you feel slight pain due to how thick Michael’s cock is fit inside of your tight hole, but even the pain feels good. You are way too aroused and wet for the experience to gut wrenchingly hurt. Michael continues to steadily thrust his hips with his mouth spewing out masculine moans mixing in with your very gracious and feminine moans, you both make music together to match this magical moment.

You try and speak to Michael but your body only lets you voice one word, and that’s Michael’s name. Your voice is very feeble.

“Michael..” you move your hands off of your breasts and move them to your neck and firmly but lightly grasp. Your body is so uncontrollable. Your motions and capacity belongs to Michael.

“I know, angel. I know..” Michael continues his slow thrusting before you interject.

“Faster, Michael..𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫, please?..” You keep your hands around your neck letting deep pants escape your pleading mouth. “I want you to go faster, Michael!” You slightly raise your voice to reassure him that you are not unbearably in pain and you do want it 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫.

Michael raises his head up so he can see your facial expression, he sees your face blushed fairly hard, your mouth in the famous o expression, and he sees your eyes slightly shut as pleasure washes over you. Michael sees this as even more of a green light to speed up as you’re obviously in true comfort and need for this moment.

With beautifully half lidded eyes from you both, you lick eye contact and continue to moan and mewl sweet pleasure.

Michael answers you in a very fragile tone. “Anything for you, princess. I’m so ready to get you full of me..and I’m so ready to take you as well..” Michael then lies his entire body weight on top of you and he slides both of his arms under your armpits ending in his arms to be placed beside both sides of your head, he also crawls up slightly to make sure his skin is absolutely connected with yours, your legs are still wrapped around Michael’s back. You and Michael are now in a even more intimate missionary position, because the very close missionary has Michael’s face very closely to yours giving you ability to feel his breathe on your lips and nose, Michael can feel yours too.

Michael stares deeply into your soul and softly whispers to you in the same timid manner. “You let me know..is anything starts to hurt, baby. I mean it..” Michael means that.

You eagerly and rapidly nod answering Michael back with the same tone. “I promise. I will…give it to me.” You stare back into Michael’s eyes with the same seriousness.

After the clear reassurance and boundaries that were made, Michael pants and lowers himself until his head is beside yours, his mouth is right beside your ear building more tension, and he suddenly starts to speed up his pace with his skin meeting yours every time echoing a slight slapping sound. You can only deeply gasp from your core as you take the sudden speed of Michael, all nine of his inches are filling you to the brim. Your eyes are rolled back and your mouth is stuck in a strong “O” you feel your walls immediately grasp Michael without letting go, your body heat has risen to a brand new temperature, and you hear Michael’s moans turn into almost hyperventilating moans, his moans match every time his skin meets yours and his cockhead meets your cervix, absolutely rubbing your g-spot adding to the pleasure. You can’t even see Michael’s face, but you know in your gut that it’s probably the most adorable and fulfilling sight ever.

Michael weakly whispers in your ear. “You’re hugging it so damn tight, baby..you feel so unrealistically..good.” Michael’s thrusting keeps the same pace, you want to say something so bad but the pleasure is so good you can’t even form any words. You can just moan like a sex addict. You feel yourself loosening up some, it’s easier for you to take his inches at the moderate pace Michael’s going for, you feel your throbbing pussy producing more juices and feel your swollen hot clit pulsating wildly. You also feel Michael’s inches hitting deeper and deeper every time he meets your soft supple skin with his. You ease up more after adjusting a bit and start to release your desperately built in moans, your moans are very puny and full of obvious breathe. The panting is impossible to stop. Your eyes aren’t able to open as your body just wants to focus on the deep penetration Michael’s giving.

Your eyes are shut tightly but not too tight, and your body starts to shiver thinking about how much Michael is loving every inch of your body and you in general. The feeling that he is giving you is very dangerous, you may fall in love more then you possibly imagined. Michael’s moaning is tending constant throbs to your clit and shivers to your spine, he sounds like he’s lost every care in the world for anything but you and how greatly you make him feel. What a first time for the both of you.

Michael starts to speed up a tad bit more as he feels your walls getting more and more eased. This sudden change sends you into quick yelps as his hips slam into your skin causing your bodies to work up a sweat. Michael just couldn’t control himself. You can’t either so you completely understand. His inches feel absolutely surreal inside of your now claimed pussy. Michael feels your juices on his skin all around his very eager cock making him lose his mental screws. What self control?

With dominance, Michael brings his lips very closely to your ear to where you can feel his lips grazing your ear when he tenderly whispers to you.

“Look at you, you can’t even say anything..you don’t look sound or look so innocent now, angel..you loosened up for me quickly. Are you that desperate to have your body claimed by me?..” Michael grunts hard as he continues to slam his hips into you.

You gasp to Michael in a whisper as he starts to lick your ear to tease you more then you already are, sending you into a heavenly natural high. “Yes..yes, Michael..” Your words boost Michael’s arousal and he starts to demand from you.

“Yeah, baby? Say it then..don’t just tell me yes. I need to 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫 it..” Michael continues to lick your ear very teasingly.

“I’m so desperate, Michael…it feels 𝐬𝐨 good, handsome..” You never pictured yourself telling a guy that you’re desperate for him, but fuck how could you help it? This is your future boyfriend, fiancé, and husband at this rate.

Michael continues his speedy thrusts while grunting by your ear. “Very good girl, princess..look at you so cock hungry. I’m the first to give you this experience. Vise versa, baby..” Michael nibbles your ear. “I’m also..going to be the 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 to have you. Do you hear me?” Michael’s dominance sends you into a submissive role, which you’ve never felt before. Such control he has being a virgin himself.

You whisper back with a somehow more weak whimper then before. “Yes, michael. I’ll never let anyone else have it..I promise.” You hear michael menacingly chuckle under his breathe as he continues to grunt from his rapid thrusting.

Michael’s voice is deeper and his dominance rains over him very deeply. “Yes, good girl. You aren’t going anywhere..you’re mine to keep..and I’m going to remind you of that every day. Either I’m going to vocalize it to you or prove it to you by fucking you until you lose your mind, princess..” Michael brings his head in front of you and suddenly dives into your moaning mouth with his. You both immediately start sloppily French kissing while letting the same pleasurable noises spew out in a sensual but very naughty manner. Michael is already addicted to the taste of your warm mouth, so this makes it much worse.

Michael continues to french kiss you as he pounds into your now greedy pussy, his cock is washed with nothing but juices from your producing process. Michael then suddenly halts the kissing and moans against your open mouth with his with his eyes very half lidded. Just like yours.

Michael moaning gets louder but stayed soft. “Fuck, why do you have to feel so good in every way possible.?..”” Michael chuckles through his moaning.

You tease him back while letting your moans continue. “Maybe..you’re just obsessed with the way 𝐈 feel, handsome. Hmm?..” you bite your lip while keeping your half lidded eyes on Michael’s.

“Oh baby, you’re most definitely right about that.. I could never ever let anyone else get this. Only I deserve this..I’ll always take care of you, sweetheart..” Michael’s words make you feel special, very cherished, appreciated, more words in the dictionary that are associated with love. “You’re so much more..to me then just your body. You’re so beautiful in every way possible. I love you, and you love me too…yeah?” Michael’s grunting turns into a very tender light moan.

“Of course I do…you’re everything to me, Michael. I loved you for such a long time..you’re everything, Michael..” You lift your head up so you can quickly catch Michael’s mouth with yours. He moans into your mouth sharing a French kiss with you. You and Michael feel so overpowered with love and affection in this experience it sends you both into a intoxicating state. Michael’s tongue is swirling around yours creating a build up of saliva. You bring your arms around Michael’s back bringing them up higher and grip his shoulders from the back. You desperately is pant and moan louder into his mouth as you both continue to make love at the mouth with his thrusting continuing at the same pace.

Michael releases his mouth from yours leaving spit strings connected from his mouth to yours, his moaning gets more high pitched and his eyes start to flutter. “Angel, I think..I’m close…” Michael’s thrusting gets harder with the skin slapping escalating.

You feel your walls clenching greatly around Michael, your body heat raises higher, you feel your lower belly tingling, and you feel pressure flowing to your clit. This causes you to start shrieking with pleasure. Your voice gets louder when speaking to michael. “I’m about to cum too, Michael. Keep going..keep going like that..” your shrieking continues with your stomach starting tingle more and more.

“Yes, baby. claim me..I want you to.” Michael’s sweaty body adds to your pleasure with you wrapping your legs around Michael even tighter so you can make sure he can reach the deepest part of your core with his throbbing cock, his nice juicy balls slapping against your skin as well, very loudly.

You grip Michael’s shoulders tighter and your shrieking starts to prolong, and your back starts to arch. “Keep going like that, Michael! Like that..”

Michael continues his thrusting with his mouth grunting close to yours. Your moaning and shrieking gets higher as well as Michael’s moaning, the feeling of each others hot and sweaty skin is so animalistic.

After around another minute, you and Michael have very intense orgasm wash over the both of you, sending you both into a entirely brand new sensation and state of mind. Michael’s thrusting halts in a immediate response to orgasm with his inches deeply forced into your insides with his cockhead pushing your cervix, he lets a prolonged grunt escape his mouth while he slightly clenches his teeth together, and his eyes roll back. He feels his hot and thick seed shooting into your squirting pussy, with a repeated twitching taking over his orgasming inches. On your end, as Michael fills you with his dna, you yelp a very prolonging moan, your pussy squirts juices all over Michael’s skin, your eyes are rolled back into your head, and your arch gets tighter. You feel your body shaking as you squirt onto Michael’s skin, your clit no longer throbbing but it’s naturally and tightly pulled in by your muscles as you orgasm causing your heartbeat to be felt nowhere but your lower half.

After about forty seconds of orgasm process, you and Michael orgasms subside. Michael’s panting very heavy, his body shakey, his cock still inside of you. You pant very heavily as well, you feel your body trembling, and your grip on Michael’s shoulders loosen up. Michael continues to pant but gives your eyes a very addicting and serious stare. His beautiful brown eyes. You stare back taking in everything that just happened. You and Michael have fallen in love more then you could ever imagine. Michael’s heart is now connected to yours vise versa. The first time experience was so intimate that it has the both of you in the state of codependency. You and Michael feel like you can’t do anything without each other anymore.

After deeply locking into each others eyes for a minute long, you slowly kiss Michael’s nose, he immediately catches your lips with his as you separate your lips from Michael’s nose. After the kiss, Michael keeps his stare, it’s like he is in a trance from you.

Michael pants and lovingly whispers to you. “I love you so much..and you’re so beautiful, angel..” Micheal’s eyes grow a genuine sparkle. He is totally infatuated with you.

You feel the same. You give michael the same sparkle with your eyes. “I love you too, michael…I love you with all my heart” You give michael a warm smile while your breathing slightly calms down a tad. You then start to slowly rub Michael’s shoulders with your soft and sweaty hands.

Michael’s stare has not broken yet, you don’t know if it will. That makes you feel so much better then you already possibly can. “I wouldn’t want this feeling with anyone else, sweetheart. I in fact know it is not possible…you’re really a drug. You know that?..” Michael chuckles with his eyes continuously showing his infatuation.

“I’ll be yours as long as you and me are both here, together..” Your smile is very genuine and very reassuring. You both know that being with each other is the only thing you both truly need to feel completely whole. You fill Michael’s voids and he fills yours. This is the start of a genuine love life.

You and Michael share a utterly sensual and tender kiss, you both know for a fact that this was not just an average first time, this was a twinflame moment.

𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽

@mj4eva YOU WANTED A MICHAEL X VIRGIN READER! WELL GIRL, YOU GOT IT! I HOPE YOU LOVE IT! ❤️

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[mjwhisperer]

𝚃𝚛𝚞𝚝𝚑 𝙾𝚛 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚎

Smut

1984

HayvenHurst

Word Count: 7.1k

The family house buzzed with the warmth of laughter and the steady hum of music, though the melody was nearly drowned out by the boisterous chatter and the clinking of glasses. Red Solo cups were scattered around, each one filled to the brim with a mix of spirits and juices, the evidence of a night full of celebration and unwinding.

Perched on the kitchen counter, you found yourself nestled comfortably on Michael’s lap, his strong arm encircling your waist. The firm grip reassured you, keeping you securely against him as he engaged in conversation with his brothers, Jackie and Marlon. Yet, your attention wandered far from their words. The conversation was nothing more than a distant murmur as you became increasingly fixated on the gentle, repetitive motion of Michael’s thumb as it traced slow, lazy circles on the exposed skin of your lower back—back and forth, back and forth. The sensation sent shivers up your spine, a subtle reminder of the electric connection between you.

Shifting slightly, you pressed yourself more firmly against him, seeking both comfort and something more. He noticed immediately, his gaze lowering to meet yours. “You alright?” he asked, his voice laced with concern and curiosity.

You nodded, offering him a small, tight-lipped smile, though deep down, you were anything but alright. The truth was a secret buried deep within you—an unspoken confession of love for the man whose arms held you so tenderly. It was a love that was all too familiar to his siblings, though they remained blissfully unaware of the depth of your secret. None of them knew that when the night grew quiet and the doors were closed, you and Michael crossed the lines of friendship in ways that would shock them.

“Guys,” Latoya’s voice cut through the haze, pulling your attention back to the present as she approached with a playful grin. “We should play truth or dare,” she suggested, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

Jackie groaned in response. “Toya, we’re too old for that. Besides, if we mess up the house while Mother and Joe aren’t here, we’ll be in deep trouble,” he cautioned, though his words lacked any real conviction.

Latoya merely shrugged off his concerns, her determination unshaken. “You’re no fun. But we’re still playing. Go get Enid, and Marlon, go grab Carol,” she instructed, her tone leaving no room for argument.

With resigned sighs, the two brothers rose from their seats, heading off to fetch their wives, leaving you alone with Michael.

Latoya wasn’t done yet. “Michael, are you in?” she asked over her shoulder, already knowing the answer.

He shrugged, his aviators catching the light as he adjusted them on his face. “Sure, why not? But Jackie’s right—we’re too old for this.”

Latoya smirked, a glint of wickedness in her eyes. “We’ll make it dirty,” she teased before disappearing to gather the others.

As the room emptied, Michael turned his full attention to you, removing his aviators and setting them on the counter. His eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that made your heart race. “You heard her, right? She said she’s gonna make it dirty,” he murmured, his voice low and smooth.

You nodded again, trying to maintain your composure as the tension between you thickened. “I heard.”

His gaze dropped to the cup you held, a flicker of concern crossing his face. “You haven’t been drinking, have you?” he asked, reaching for your cup and taking a sip.

“It’s just juice,” you reassured him, watching as he took a swallow before setting the cup back down.

“Okay,” he said, though his eyes remained on you, studying your every move. “You sure you’re okay? You’ve been acting weird all night.”

You offered another nod, your voice a touch too soft as you responded. “I’m fine, Michael.”

But the truth was, you weren’t fine at all. The way he looked at you, the way his thumb continued to graze your skin—it was all driving you wild. Every stolen glance and innocent touch only stoked the fire that smoldered deep within you. The intensity of your feelings threatened to spill over, and all you wanted was to close the space between you, to tell him how much you loved him. But you hesitated, the words lodged in your throat, your desire simmering just beneath the surface, waiting for the right moment to break free.

Michael’s gaze never wavered, his eyes fixed on you as if he could see right through the facade. He knew you weren’t fine, but he was patient, waiting for you to come to him with the truth. “You know I’m gonna miss you when we go on tour,” he murmured, his hand sliding down to your thigh. His fingers slipped under your skirt, the warmth of his touch sending a shiver through you as he caressed your skin.

“I’ll miss you too, Michael,” you replied, your voice soft and filled with longing. You reached up to caress his face, your thumb brushing gently across his cheek. “I’ll try and come see you, though. You know that.”

“I know, doll,” he said with a smile that made your heart flutter. “You better call me, though. I’ll have someone send you the numbers to the hotels and everything. We’ll talk all night if you want, or… do what we usually do.” His grin turned playful, a mischievous glint in his eyes that made your pulse quicken.

You couldn’t help but laugh, a light, breathless sound that escaped your lips as you playfully smacked his chest. “Quit talking like that before your siblings hear you. We don’t need them catching on, Michael.”

“I know, girl,” he teased, his grin widening. “I’m just saying.”

You rolled your eyes, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips. But before you could respond, the rest of the family began filtering back into the room, their presence shifting the atmosphere. They moved to the couches, settling in for what was sure to be a night filled with laughter and revelations, but you and Michael remained by the counter, his arm still wrapped securely around you as you sat on his lap.

“So who’s startin’ this?” Jackie asked, settling down with Enid in his lap, his tone a mix of curiosity and reluctance.

“Toya should, since she wanted to play,” Carol blurted out, her eyes narrowing playfully at Latoya.

“You guys agreed to it,” Latoya shot back, her arms crossed as she leaned against the wall, her expression one of determined mischief.

“Just start the damn game,” Jackie muttered, rolling his eyes as if to say he was already regretting this decision.

Latoya’s lips curled into a sly smile as she turned her attention to her brother. “Okay, Jackie, truth or dare?” she asked, her voice light but challenging.

“Why me?” Jackie protested, pointing to himself in mock indignation.

“‘Cause you’re talking back. Now answer. Truth or dare?” Latoya’s tone left no room for argument.

Jackie sighed, clearly resigned to his fate. “Truth,” he said, his voice carrying a hint of caution.

“Is it true you and Enid did it in Joseph’s car?” Latoya asked, her question landing like a bombshell in the room.

Jackie’s mouth fell open, a look of sheer disbelief on his face. “Now you know I wouldn’t do that,” he stammered, glancing at Enid as if to confirm his innocence. “He’d try and put his hands on me. He’d probably even kill me! Toya, what made you think that?”

Latoya shrugged, the picture of innocence. “I don’t know, it was just a question. Anyways,” she continued, her eyes shifting to the next target, “Marlon, truth or dare?”

Marlon bit the inside of his cheek, weighing his options before he sighed. “Dare,” he said, a hint of challenge in his voice.

Latoya’s gaze flicked to the counter where a few bottles of liquor sat, her smile turning wicked. “Take five shots,” she commanded, her tone daring him to back out.

“Now Latoya, you know Marlon is a lightweight,” Carol interjected, her concern evident as she eyed the bottles warily.

“I’ll be fine, hun,” Marlon reassured her, a playful grin on his lips as he gently moved Carol off his lap. “I’ll just crash here.”

Marlon stood up, swaggering over to the counter where you and Michael sat. You could feel the energy in the room shift, the tension thickening as everyone waited to see what would happen next. The night seemed ready to take a turn for the wild and unexpected, and Michael’s hand on your thigh only heightened your awareness of the connection between you, a steady reminder of the unspoken bond that pulsed beneath the surface.

Marlon grabbed five shot glasses, his movements deliberate as he poured whiskey into each one. You watched, almost entranced, as the amber liquid filled the glasses. Michael’s hand remained on your thigh, his grip firm, as if to anchor you in the moment. Marlon, with a determined look in his eyes, set the bottle aside and licked his lips, bracing himself for the challenge. Without hesitation, he began pounding back each shot, the glasses clinking as he downed them one after another.

“Marlon, slow down!” Carol’s voice cut through the air, but her concern was met with a dismissive wave. He didn’t listen, intent on completing the dare. With a final, defiant slam of the glass on the counter, he exhaled sharply. “I ain’t doing that again,” he muttered, his voice thick with the burn of the whiskey, before he staggered back over to the couch and plopped down with a satisfied grin.

Latoya chuckled, clearly amused by Marlon’s bravado. She turned her attention to Carol next, her tone light but with an edge of mischief. “Alright, Carol, truth or dare?”

Carol rolled her eyes, already anticipating the sort of trouble Latoya might stir up. “Truth, Latoya,” she said, her voice carrying a note of warning.

Latoya’s eyes gleamed as she leaned forward slightly, her question poised to strike a nerve. “Have you ever cheated on Marlon?”

The room went still, all eyes snapping to Carol. Her face hardened, and she shot Latoya a look that could cut glass. “Never in my damn life,” she snapped, her voice ringing with conviction. “Toya, I love Marlon, and every one of you knows this.”

Latoya held up her hands in mock surrender, a teasing smile playing on her lips. “I’m just kidding, relax,” she said, though the glint in her eyes suggested she enjoyed pushing buttons. Then, her gaze shifted, locking onto Michael with a new challenge. “Michael, truth or dare?”

You felt Michael’s grip on your thigh tighten, the tension in his body palpable. He glanced at you, his brow furrowed slightly as he whispered, “Which one?”

You shrugged, your heart racing as you tried to keep your cool. “I don’t know,” you whispered back, though the anticipation of what might come next sent a thrill through you.

Michael licked his lips, a sign of his nerves or perhaps excitement, before answering. “Dare,” he said, his voice steady but laced with curiosity.

Latoya fell silent, her eyes narrowing as she scrutinized the two of you. The room seemed to hold its breath, the playful atmosphere shifting into something more charged. Her gaze drifted down to where Michael’s hand rested possessively on your thigh, her smirk widening as she pieced together the unspoken tension between you. “Hmm,” she mused, her tone laden with implication as she looked back at Michael, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She had something up her sleeve, and whatever it was, it was bound to stir up the night in a way neither of you could predict.

Her smirk widened as she leaned against the wall, her eyes locked on you and Michael. The air in the room grew thick with anticipation, the playful atmosphere now electrified with something deeper. Her gaze lingered on Michael’s hand, still possessively resting on your thigh, before she delivered her dare with a mischievous glint in her eye. “I dare you to make out with her,” she said, her voice dripping with challenge.

Your heart skipped a beat, and you felt a jolt of shock ripple through you, but Michael remained unphased. His expression didn’t waver as he turned to you, then back to Latoya. “In front of you all?” he asked, his tone calm, as if he were merely discussing the weather.

Latoya’s smirk didn’t falter. She nodded, crossing her arms over her chest as if daring him to refuse. “You claim you don’t have any feelings for her,” she said, her eyes gleaming with a knowing look, “I just want to see it with my own eyes.”

Michael’s gaze softened as he looked back at you, his brow raised in a silent question. “You okay with this?” he asked, his voice gentle, a quiet understanding passing between you.

Despite the knot of nerves tightening in your stomach, you nodded. There was something exhilarating about the dare, about the prospect of revealing the hidden truth that simmered just beneath the surface.

Michael’s thumb brushed your chin as he cupped your face, drawing you closer until your lips were just a breath apart. His warm breath fanned across your skin, and you hesitated for the briefest moment. “Just act like we’re in a room together,” Michael whispered, his voice so low that only you could hear, the intimate suggestion sending a shiver down your spine.

Closing your eyes, you leaned into the kiss, your lips meeting his in a slow, sensual dance. The world around you seemed to melt away as the kiss deepened, his tongue sliding into your mouth to playfully wrestle with yours. Michael’s arm tightened around you, pulling you even closer, the kiss becoming a private exchange of emotions you’d kept hidden for so long.

The room fell into a stunned silence, everyone’s attention riveted on the two of you. Jackie’s eyes widened in surprise, the sight of his little brother’s intensity catching him off guard. Marlon let out a low whistle, leaning back into the couch with a smirk. “Damn, Mike,” he muttered under his breath, impressed by Michael’s boldness.

When Michael finally pulled away, his hand lingered on your face as he wiped the faint trace of his saliva from your bottom lip. His eyes searched yours, filled with a tenderness that made your heart race. “You alright?” he whispered, his voice full of quiet concern, as if the room full of people no longer mattered.

You nodded, your voice barely a whisper as you replied, “I’m fine.” Yet every word was a facade, masking the tumultuous storm inside you. The kiss had awoken something primal, an insistent longing that had been simmering beneath the surface, fighting to escape. Michael’s gaze, intense and smoldering, mirrored your own restless desires. His eyes, dark with unspoken yearnings, made it clear that he was feeling the same electric charge that coursed between you.

Latoya, her gaze flickering between you and Michael, finally looked away, her expression a mix of satisfaction and curiosity. The game continued, but with each new dare, the atmosphere grew more charged. The challenges for you and Michael became increasingly audacious, pushing boundaries in a way that heightened the tension between you two. The dares seemed designed to escalate the already palpable desire, adding fuel to the fire that was burning ever more fiercely.

Michael’s touch was a paradox, an intoxicating mix of tenderness and torment. When he shrugged off his jacket, the soft fabric slid against your skin like a whisper, its weight settling over your lap as a shield from prying eyes, cocooning the two of you in an intimate bubble. His hand, warm and insistent, began its deliberate journey up your thigh, each touch a promise of what was to come. As his fingers reached the waistband of your skirt, they moved with the precision of someone who knew exactly what he wanted, slipping beneath the fabric of your panties to graze over your sensitive folds.

“Don’t moan,” he commanded, his breath hot against your ear, his voice a rough, husky whisper that sent shivers cascading down your spine. The deliberate slowness with which his fingers moved, exploring the wetness that had already begun to gather, made your breath hitch in your throat.

You swallowed hard, your mouth suddenly dry as you fought to suppress the reactions his touch elicited. The warmth of his breath against your neck, combined with the tantalizing pressure of his fingers, was almost too much to bear. “Michael, slow down,” you managed to whisper, your voice a mix of desperation and need, but he ignored your plea, his fingers continuing their relentless exploration, each touch pushing you closer to the edge.

Just then, Latoya’s voice cut through the thick haze of desire, her tone playful yet demanding. “Michael, truth or dare?”

“Pardon?” Michael’s focus wavered for a brief moment, but his hand remained in place, his fingers never pausing.

“Truth or dare?” she repeated, her tone firm and unyielding, as if she were determined to break the spell he had cast over you.

Michael’s eyes flicked to hers, then back to you, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Truth,” he said, his gaze lingering on your flushed face before he turned his attention back to Latoya.

Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she asked, “Is it true that you like her?” The question hung in the air, heavy with implication.

Michael’s gaze flickered between you and Latoya, a momentary pause before he answered. “Yes, I do,” he confessed, his voice steady and unashamed, even as his fingers resumed their rhythm, sliding deeper with a calculated precision that made you grip his thigh in a desperate attempt to anchor yourself.

“Y-you like me?” you stammered, the words barely escaping your lips as your breath quickened, your mind struggling to process both his confession and the sensations his touch was provoking.

Michael chuckled softly, the sound low and intimate, vibrating against your ear. “You couldn’t tell by now?” he murmured, his fingers continuing their deliberate rhythm, each stroke perfectly aimed to drive you closer to the brink. “I’ve been throwing signs at you for a week, girl. I see you as more than just my best friend, and I think you know that.”

Jackie’s voice cut in, surprised yet amused. “Hey, at least she likes you too, Mike.”

Michael’s eyes locked onto yours once more, dark and intent, his fingers increasing their pace, pushing you perilously close to the edge. “You like me too?” he whispered, his voice a sultry murmur that sent another wave of heat coursing through your body.

“Yes, Michael,” you whimpered, the sound escaping despite your best efforts to stifle it.

“Don’t make that sound,” he whispered harshly, his breath warm against your ear, his fingers relentless in their pursuit, each stroke calculated to push you further.

You nodded, your head moving in a subtle, desperate motion, your body trembling with the effort to hold back.

“Why’d you wait to tell me?” Michael’s voice was louder now, cutting through the haze of desire, demanding answers.

“Because I—I didn’t know how you’d react,” you admitted, your voice trembling with both the physical and emotional intensity of the moment.

Enid’s voice joined the mix, light and teasing. “You should have told him sooner. You two would make a cute husband and wife.”

Michael’s fingers never faltered, each movement precise and purposeful, driving you closer to the edge with every passing second. “You think so?” he asked, his eyes never leaving yours, his focus entirely on you as he continued to push you closer to the brink.

“Yeah,” Enid replied, her voice filled with warmth. “She’d be a pretty Mrs. Jackson, and those babies would be adorable.”

Your eyes locked onto Michael’s, pleading with him, knowing that you were seconds away from losing control. The tension was almost unbearable, every nerve in your body tingling with anticipation, your peak so close you could almost taste it.

“Toya, can we end the game?” Michael asked, his voice tight with restraint as he continued his relentless assault on your senses.

“Uh, yes, I was getting tired anyways,” she agreed, the conversation fading into the background as your focus narrowed to the sensations he was eliciting.

Michael nodded, his fingers still working their magic, the wet sounds of your arousal muffled beneath the barriers of clothes. “You two staying in here?” Jackie asked, his tone casual, oblivious to the intimate moment unfolding right beside him.

“Yeah, I need to talk to her,” Michael said, his tone firm. “We’ll clean up when we’re finished.”

“Alright then, goodnight, y’all,” Jackie said as they all left the room, the door closing with a soft click, leaving the two of you alone.

“Michael, I’m close,” you moaned softly, your voice trembling with the effort to hold back.

“Not yet,” he whispered in your ear, his voice a mix of command and desire. His hand moved to cover your mouth, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that left you breathless. “Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, his voice softer now, almost tender.

“Because I thought you didn’t feel the same way,” you whimpered, your voice barely audible, your body trembling with the effort to hold back.

“But I do,” he said, his voice a low murmur. “I’ve been trying to tell you.”

You closed your eyes, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment, your body teetering on the very edge of release. But Michael wasn’t done with you yet. His hand cupped your face, his touch firm, demanding your attention as he forced your eyes open. His gaze was piercing, a silent command that sent shivers through your entire being. “Don’t cum,” he ordered, his voice a low, commanding whisper. “Not yet. I know they’re still out there.” His hand moved to cover your mouth, silencing any sound that might escape as his fingers maintained their relentless rhythm, holding you on the brink, the tension in your body building to a fever pitch.

Unable to resist, you laid your head back against his shoulder, your hips instinctively grinding against his hand, seeking the release he was denying you. His fingers moved with precision, curving just right inside you, each pump intensifying the burning need in your core. Your body trembled with the effort to hold back, every muscle tensed, desperate for the permission to let go.

Michael’s focus shifted to the sounds around him, the creak of the stairs and the soft thud of doors closing one by one, signaling that everyone was finally retreating to their rooms for the night. It was only when the house fell silent, the last door clicking shut, that he leaned closer to your ear and whispered, “Let go.”

The words were your undoing. You moaned into his hand, your body shuddering as you came undone, the release you’d been denied flooding through you in powerful waves. Your moans were muffled against his palm, your eyes squeezing shut as the pleasure consumed you, every nerve in your body tingling with the intensity of it. Michael watched you intently, his eyes tracing the lines of your face, then drifting down to your neck, lingering on the rise and fall of your chest, his gaze darkening as he took in the swell of your cleavage beneath your shirt.

“Just like that,” he murmured, his voice soft and coaxing, “let go for me, babygirl.” His words were a gentle push that sent you spiraling even further into the bliss he’d so carefully crafted.

As the tremors subsided, Michael’s hand moved from your mouth, trailing down your neck with deliberate slowness, his touch leaving a trail of heat in its wake. He slipped his hand inside your shirt, cupping your breast, his thumb grazing over your hardened nipple through the fabric, sending another shiver through your already sensitive body.

“So,” he began, his fingers finally slowing their pace, the pressure easing just enough for you to catch your breath, “are we together now, or what?” His tone was casual, but the question carried weight, his eyes searching yours for an answer.

You opened your eyes, still hazy with the aftermath of your release, and looked up at him. “Yes,” you breathed, your voice soft but certain, your head nodding slightly.

A smile spread across Michael’s face, a mixture of relief and satisfaction. He slowly withdrew his fingers from inside you, his touch lingering for a moment before he pulled his hand out from beneath your skirt. “Good,” he said, a hint of amusement in his voice as he brought his fingers to his lips, licking off every last trace of your essence with deliberate, lingering strokes. “Cause you’re coming on tour with me now.”

The words took a moment to register, your mind still foggy with the aftershocks of pleasure. “Really?” you asked, your breath still coming in shallow pants.

“Yes, really,” Michael chuckled, his tone light but firm. “I’m not leaving my girl behind, especially not for six months.”

A weak smile tugged at the corners of your lips. “I’m fine with that,” you replied, your voice tinged with exhaustion, yet filled with contentment.

Michael’s smile widened, a playful glint in his eyes. “You’re tired, aren’t you?” he asked, his voice a soft tease.

You shook your head, the denial automatic, though your body betrayed you with the slight droop of your eyelids. “No, I’m not,” you lied, though the weariness was evident in your voice.

Michael’s gaze softened as he looked at you, his hand resting gently on your cheek. “What do you want?” he asked, his tone tender, giving you the space to express your needs.

You shifted slightly, adjusting your posture until you were straddling his lap, the hard bulge in his slacks pressing against you, sending a fresh wave of heat pooling in your belly. Leaning in, you whispered against his lips, “I want you.”

Michael swallowed hard, his desire finally slipping past the restraint he’d maintained all night. His hands gripped your hips with a firm, almost possessive hold, pulling you closer until the heat of your bodies mingled. His eyes bore into yours, dark with intent as he bit his lip, the anticipation hanging thick in the air.

Without breaking eye contact, he reached between the two of you, fingers deftly unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. The sound of the zipper was almost deafening in the quiet room, a sharp contrast to the heavy breathing that filled the space. He unbuttoned his pants, and in one swift motion, he freed his hardened shaft, thick and pulsing with need. His hand moved deliberately, licking his palm before wrapping it around his length, stroking himself with a slow, purposeful rhythm. You both watched as the thick foreskin peeled back with each pump, revealing the sensitive, reddened tip beneath.

“Pull your panties to the side, baby,” Michael whispered, his voice low and rough with desire.

You stood, your knees trembling slightly as you hovered over him, your fingers slipping beneath your skirt to pull your panties to the side, exposing yourself to him. The cool air against your heated skin sent a shiver through you, heightening the anticipation.

Michael’s hands found your waist, his grip firm as he guided you into position. His eyes never left yours, dark and intense as he angled you just right. “Go down,” he instructed, his voice a husky command.

Slowly, you began to lower yourself onto his length, feeling the pressure as your walls stretched to accommodate his size. The sensation was overwhelming, each inch of him thicker and more substantial than the last, the slight curve of his shaft pressing against just the right spot inside you. A gasp escaped your lips as you took him in deeper, your body adjusting to the intrusion.

“Just like that,” he murmured, his gaze locked onto yours, watching every flicker of emotion that crossed your face.

You sank down until you were fully seated on his lap, your breath hitching as you stifled a moan, the sensation of being filled so completely sending a wave of heat through your core. Your walls throbbed around him, your body instinctively tightening against the intrusion, but you relished the delicious stretch, the way his girth filled you so thoroughly, making you feel every pulse of his heartbeat through his length.

Michael held your gaze, his eyes burning with a mix of desire and something deeper, something more possessive. His hands moved to your hips, both of them gripping you firmly as he began to guide you, moving you up and down his shaft with a slow, deliberate pace. The friction was intense, the tightness between you both creating a sensation that was almost too much to bear.

You whimpered softly, the sound involuntary as you felt every inch of him sliding in and out, your body responding to each slow thrust with a shiver of pleasure. The sensation was so intense, so real, that it was almost overwhelming.

“This feels real now, doesn’t it?” Michael asked, his voice a low murmur that vibrated against your ear.

You nodded, your voice barely more than a whisper as you replied, “Yes, Michael.” The intimacy of the moment, the connection between you both, made it feel even more intense. You leaned into him, your head resting against his shoulder, seeking comfort in the closeness.

Each slow, deliberate movement drove you deeper into a shared world where only the two of you existed. The rhythm of your bodies moving together, his length filling you completely with every glide, left you breathless and wanting. It was an unspoken language, a silent conversation between lovers, where every touch, every sigh, conveyed emotions too deep for words.

Michael’s hands slid beneath your shirt, his palms exploring the soft heat of your skin, savoring the feel of you. You took control, moving on his shaft with a slow, steady rhythm that drew soft whimpers from your lips. Each thrust sent a ripple of pleasure through you, the friction and fullness overwhelming your senses.

“You feel so good,” Michael murmured, his voice a husky whisper as he leaned his head back, his eyes closing to savor the sensations coursing through him. His hands on your waist tightened slightly, guiding you as he let himself feel everything—every emotion, every ounce of desire and connection that had been building between you.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers threading through the soft curls at the nape, steadying yourself as you moved. The intimacy of the moment wrapped around you like a warm blanket, making your heart swell. Leaning in close, you whispered against his neck, “I love you, Michael.”

His response was immediate, tender. “I love you more, pretty,” he whispered back, his arms wrapping around you as if he never wanted to let go. He turned his head slightly, pressing a gentle kiss to your temple, the simple act filled with affection and warmth.

Even though you weren’t in a room with a bed surrounded by candlelight, this moment felt more real and intimate than any romantic setting could have created. The rawness of your emotions, the honesty of your confessions, made it all the more powerful.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner,” you moaned, the regret tinged with the pleasure you couldn’t hold back.

Michael’s hands slid back down to your waist, his grip firm but reassuring. “It’s fine, I’m not mad. Besides, I got the girl I’ve wanted for years,” he said, his voice filled with a mix of satisfaction and tenderness.

You looked at him, a weak smile tugging at your lips. “So, even before we started messing around?” you asked, the curiosity in your voice mingling with the heat building between you.

He nodded, his pace quickening just enough to heighten the sensation, his body shifting slightly to angle himself deeper inside you. “Yes, baby, even before then. I wanted you bad,” he confessed, his voice low and sincere.

The truth in his words sent a thrill through you, your heart racing as the connection between you deepened. A moan escaped your lips, your red-polished nails digging into the fabric of his shirt as you clung to him. “Fuck…” you breathed, the intensity of your emotions leaving you raw and exposed.

Michael leaned in, brushing his lips over yours, the touch soft and teasing before he captured your mouth in a deep, heated kiss. The kiss was filled with everything you both felt—love, desire, longing—a perfect blend of passion and tenderness. The world outside ceased to exist as you lost yourself in him, in the rhythm of your bodies, in the undeniable connection that had finally been laid bare..

Michael’s pace quickened, his thrusts becoming harder and more insistent as he wrapped his arms tightly around your core, pulling you closer until there was no space left between you. The muffled sounds of your bodies moving together echoed in the small room, each impact sending the bar stool scooting slightly across the hardwood floor, rocking back and forth under the force of your passion. But neither of you paid it any mind, lost in the heat of the moment, in the intoxicating rhythm you’d created together.

The kiss between you deepened, growing more urgent, more desperate. His groans mingled with your moans, the sounds blending into one muffled symphony of pleasure. Your lips moved in perfect sync, a dance of passion and need that left you both breathless. His tongue brushed against yours, the sensation sparking a fresh wave of heat that coursed through your veins, intensifying the connection between you.

Your arousal coated Michael’s length in a glistening sheen, the evidence of your desire dripping down to the base of his shaft and soaking through his white linen briefs. Each thrust pushed him deeper inside you, the slickness of your arousal allowing him to move within you with ease, filling you completely with every stroke.

Michael held you close, his grip firm yet tender, as if he couldn’t bear the thought of letting you go. The intensity of his thrusts sent shivers down your spine, your body responding to him with a desperate hunger that matched his own. The room around you blurred, the only thing that mattered was the feel of him inside you, the sound of his breath mingling with yours, the undeniable connection that pulsed between you with every beat of your hearts.

“Michael,” you whispered against his lips, the word barely audible as your breath hitched in your throat. The heat between you was almost unbearable, your body trembling with the need for release.

“I’ve got you, baby,” he murmured in response, his voice low and filled with a quiet intensity. His grip on you tightened as he thrust deeper, each movement more powerful than the last, driving you both closer to the edge.

Michael’s words washed over you, his deep voice filled with a promise that seemed to reverberate through every fiber of your being. You moaned softly in response, burying your face in the crook of his neck, inhaling the familiar, intoxicating scent that had become a part of you over the years. The two of you moved in perfect sync, each thrust meeting the other in a seamless rhythm, your arousal slickening him further, dripping down to the base of his shaft as your bodies melded together.

Michael’s hands roamed your body with a reverence that made your heart swell, tracing every curve as if trying to commit every inch of you to memory, though you both knew he had already memorized it all long ago. His touch was firm, yet tender, exploring you with a mix of passion and devotion that left you trembling with need.

“Harder,” you moaned against his neck, your voice a breathy plea that he couldn’t ignore.

In response, Michael’s thrusts became more powerful, each one driving deeper into you, filling you completely. His grunts echoed in the small room, a primal sound that sent shivers down your spine. “I’m gonna give you everything, girl,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion and desire. “I promise.”

You moaned again, your core tightening, burning with the need for release, but you held on, savoring every moment, every sensation. You didn’t want this to end, didn’t want to let go of the connection that had you both entwined so completely.

Michael could feel the tension building within you, your walls pulsing around his thick length as he drove into you. “You close, aren’t you?” he whispered against your ear, his breath hot and heavy.

“Yes…” you breathed, the word barely escaping as a soft moan against his neck.

“Then let it go,” he urged, his voice a soothing command. “Don’t hold back. I want to feel you.”

“But I want this to last,” you moaned, your voice filled with longing.

“It will, baby,” he whispered, his words a tender reassurance. “It’ll always last.”

You lifted your head, capturing his lips in a deep, urgent kiss, your core burning hotter, the need for release becoming almost unbearable. Michael’s hands slid down to grip your behind, his large hands tightening around you as he guided your movements.

“I can’t hold on, Michael,” you moaned, your voice trembling with the effort to stay in control.

“Just let go, baby,” he murmured against your lips, his tone soft but insistent. “I told you, let go for me.”

With his words pushing you over the edge, you began to move faster, taking control, driving yourself toward release. Your legs trembled as you rode him, your pace quickening until you could feel the tension coiling tighter and tighter within you. Finally, with a muffled cry against his neck, you released, your body shaking as waves of pleasure washed over you, your walls clenching around him as you came undone.

Michael’s grip on you tightened, his own release nearing as he felt your body convulse around him. With one final, deep thrust, he buried himself inside you, his body stiffening as he released, spilling his warmth deep within you. He moaned your name, his voice raw and filled with need, as he filled you completely, emptying every last drop inside you.

The two of you clung to each other, your bodies still trembling from the intensity of the moment, your breaths heavy and ragged. Michael lifted your head, his eyes soft as he gazed at you, your forehead damp with sweat, your eyes still closed in bliss.

Leaning in, he placed a tender kiss on your lips, watching as your eyes fluttered open to meet his. “I love you,” he whispered, his voice gentle and filled with sincerity.

“I love you,” you whispered back, your voice barely above a breath, completely blissed out from the intimacy and affection that you had just shared.

“You alright?” Michael asked, his fingers gently brushing a strand of hair out of your face, his touch tender and concerned.

You nodded, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over you. “I’m just tired,” you murmured, the weight of the night’s emotions settling in.

Michael nodded, understanding. “How about you go lay down on the couch? I’ll clean us up, then I’ll take care of this mess, and we can crash on the couch till morning,” he suggested, his voice soft and reassuring.

You nodded again, appreciating his thoughtfulness. “That’s fine,” you agreed, your body already craving the comfort of rest.

Michael helped you up, his hands steadying you as you rose from his lap. He watched, almost mesmerized, as the evidence of your shared passion began to slip from your body, coating him in a warm, intimate sheen. “Damn…” he muttered under his breath, a mix of awe and satisfaction in his tone. Reaching for the roll of paper towels behind him, he carefully wiped himself clean, his movements slow and deliberate.

Once he was done, Michael adjusted himself, tucking his shaft back into his briefs and smoothing out his clothes. Then, he turned his attention back to you, gently cleaning the remnants from your inner thigh. His touch was careful, almost reverent, as if he was savoring every last moment of closeness.

“Now go lay down,” he said softly, his voice filled with warmth. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

You nodded and made your way over to the sofa, kicking off your shoes as you settled onto it. The cushions felt soft and welcoming as you pulled a blanket over yourself, watching through half-lidded eyes as Michael moved around the room, tidying up the remnants of your night—empty juice bottles, liquor bottles, and scattered red solo cups.

When he was done, Michael walked over to the door and flicked off the lights, leaving the room bathed in the soft glow from the lights outside. It created a serene, almost magical atmosphere, perfect for the quiet moment that followed.

Michael kicked off his loafers and slid onto the couch beside you, slipping under the blanket and pulling you close. You nuzzled into him, feeling the steady rise and fall of his chest against your cheek. “You think they’ll say something?” you asked, your voice drowsy as you burrowed deeper into his warmth.

Michael shrugged lightly, his hand rubbing slow, soothing circles on your back. “Can’t say much if they don’t know,” he replied. “But they’ll get the hint.”

You smiled sleepily, feeling content and safe in his arms. “I love you, Michael. I really do. But I didn’t think a game of truth or dare would bring it out,” you confessed, a soft chuckle escaping your lips.

Michael’s own tired chuckle rumbled through his chest. “At least we both know now,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I couldn’t wait any longer to tell you. But just know, I’ve loved you for a while now. You’re always so sweet to me, so kind and loving.” His eyes met yours, the connection between you deepening with each word. “Get some rest. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”

You smiled, leaning up to place a tender kiss on his lips. “Goodnight, Michael. I love you,” you whispered, your voice filled with sincerity.

“Goodnight, baby. I love you too,” he whispered back, his eyes never leaving yours as he watched you drift off to sleep.

For a while, Michael stayed awake, taking in the reality of what had just happened, of how you had gone from best friends to something much more. It was a moment that should have happened long ago, but he felt grateful that it had finally come.

Eventually, he allowed himself to relax, his eyes growing heavy as he held you close. As sleep claimed him, a smile of contentment and love spread across his face, mirroring yours as you slept in his arms. This was just the beginning of something beautiful—a new chapter in your lives, one that you both knew would last.

[ytrhbz]

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐄

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— type : one-shot

— pairing : michael jackson x reader

— genre(s) : romance, smut, fluff

— tags : female!reader, thriller era!michael, friends to lovers, lesbian!reader, then bisexual!reader, pathetic worshipper boyfriend energy (michael is a yearner dayum)

— tw : smut, slighty ignorant michael (doesn’t really understand how sexual attraction works), oral sex (f!receiving), kissing.

— disclaimer : the one-shot is nearly inspired by the song "lost in the fire" by the weeknd, i recommend listening to it during the fic ! also this is my first time writing something + english isn’t my first language so…..(sorry in advance for the grammatical mistakes)

𓂃˖ ࣪⊹ you were always convinced that you loved girls, at least that's what you thought before your friend michael, who admits to having been in love with you for a long time, tries to make you say the opposite…

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being comfortable with your sexuality isn't easy, especially in the 1980s. few people knew that you were attracted to girls. if you had the misfortune of saying it in public or even to your friends, it was hard to escape the stares or the nasty comments.

however, there was one person who didn’t judge you for it; on the contrary, he couldn’t have cared less—michael. you met a few years ago when your mothers were extremely close friends. when you had to tell him you liked girls, he was more concerned with his monkey than with your sexuality, and that showed just how open-minded he was and that you could trust him—as if he’d already suspected it.

still, sometimes he acted as if he didn’t believe you, as if it were just a phase. he’d ask, “have you ever been in a relationship with a guy? even just once?” or “how did you know you liked girls?”. even so, he was a true friend you could trust completely.

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it was a summer evening; michael was home alone, since his family had gone to visit relatives who lived far away (he’d made up an excuse that he had to finish some recordings). as usual, he’d invited you to spend the night, just like the good best friends you two are.

you spent the early part of the evening playing twister, watching that charlie chaplin movie for the tenth time, and listening to music. then, as night fell, the atmosphere became much calmer and more soothing. you were settled on the living room couch, a tub of vanilla ice cream in your hand, while michael watched tv without really paying attention; you were in the middle of a gossip session—or at least, your session.

“so i asked who his ex was…” you took a bite of ice cream before finishing your sentence. “it was the girl from the movie!” you dramatized it by mimicking an expression.

“so the guy from the supermarket is dating the girl from the movie theater, who used to date the guy from the gas station?” he asked, summarizing the story and showing that he’d been paying attention after all. you nod before picking up a spoon again ; “what a story, huh…”.

even though he’d listened to your whole story—as he usually does, since he really enjoys it when you tell him all your silly stories and girl gossip—he seemed lost in thought. you noticed his behavior pretty quickly, so you took another bite before asking him if everything was okay.

"you look deep in thought. is something bothering you?”

“why do you like girls?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

you widened your eyes for a moment, surprised by the suddenness of his question, which had nothing to do with the original conversation.

“huh..i don’t know…i guess it’s my heart that decides ?” you simply answer, given that the question seems unexpected and, above all, complicated ; “why you ask?”.

“i don’t know… it doesn’t seem possible to just like the same sex out of the blue—there’s gotta be a reason, right?” at first, one might think he was trying to understand it from an emotional perspective and perhaps learn more about the subject.

“i find girls more attractive, and i’ve never felt that way about boys, so i guess i prefer girls?” you laugh nervously, still a little thrown off by the absurdity of the question and its lack of substance.

as he heard for your answer, he turned to look at you with a surprised expression and furrowed his brow; “haven’t you ever found a guy attractive?”.

“yes, but not to the point of being sexually attracted to him” you said.

“so is being a lesbian just about sex?"

“no…well… it’s attraction and sexuality.”

“so if you sleep with a guy one day, does that mean you become straight?”

you shrugged, confused by the turn the conversation had taken ; “no? i don’t know, i’ve never slept with a guy.”

“never?"

"no, never."

"has it ever crossed your mind to try it? not necessarily for love or anything."

"no…i don’t think i’ve ever wanted to… "

"maybe you just haven’t met the right one."

"i just told you i don’t like men…" you sigh softly.

"but you haven’t even tried? how can you know if you don’t like it?"

he seemed irritated, almost annoyed that she’d say no. you find that weird, and it makes you dig in your heels even more.

“haven’t you ever wanted to try… at least… to see what it’s like? it must be different with girls, you know?” he looks at you more insistently, as if trying to make you understand and convince you.

“i don’t know… maybe? i’ve never thought about it…” you reply simply, taking another bite of your vanilla ice cream, which has started to melt.

you could feel the tension in the room shifting drastically and the atmosphere growing heavier.

“would you like to try it?” he asked, his gaze still fixed on you as he turned toward you.

“like , right now?” you asked in turn.

“i don’t know… whatever you want?”

you swallowed hard before realizing what you’d just heard. “are you asking me if i want to sleep with you, michael?”

“i just asked if you wanted to try it with a guy!”

"yeah, and you’re the guy!” he looked away, embarrassed and completely caught off guard. he’d just shot himself in the foot and put himself in a tricky situation.

“listen…” he began, turning down the TV so you could hear him better; “i know you like girls, that you’re apparently into girls, that maybe it was just a phase or whatever… that you wanted to keep your heart safe…” he paused before leaning closer to you, with a more determined and confident look.

“i know you're my best friend, that you like girls—or whatever you like—but i can't pretend anymore...”. he put his hands together lightly and looked at you with a pleading expression. “i beg you, at least let me show you what it’s like with me… please…”

your heart skipped a beat, and you felt a warmth rise in your stomach. did you just see what you saw? your best friend begging you to sleep with him?

“michael...”

“if you don’t like it, we’ll never do this again. at least you’ll be sure you like girls… i beg you… just tonight…”. his gaze grows more intense and pleading."

damn. you started to feel that sensation—a sudden dampness between your legs. the image of michael begging you to make love to him, trying to come up with an excuse to justify it…seemed more appealing than anything else.

you took a moment to look at his lips before gently moving closer to him.

“just for tonight?”

“yes.”

you nodded, and immediately he pounced on your lips, holding your face with the hands he’d used to beg you before. at first it was a chaotic, meaningless kiss, then it began to grow more intense, more passionate. in the heat of the moment, you slipped your tongue into his, and he let out a soft moan that made your core throb.

his hands move from your cheeks down to your neck, then he begins to run them all over you, as if he were exploring new territory—the curves of your body. feeling the warmth of his hands, you let out a soft moan into his mouth, which made him feel even tighter in his pants. he placed his hands on your hips and then gently pushed you onto your back on the couch. positioned on top of you, he continues to kiss you passionately, like a common cat in heat.

michael kissed his way down your jaw with a kind of reverence that made your breath catch, slow and deliberate, like he wanted to memorize every inch of you before moving on. hid hands traced your waist, your hips, your thighs—never rushed, never careless—touching you as if your body was something precious, something holy.

“you have no idea what you do to me,” he murmured against your skin, voice rough with want.then he looked up at you—really looked at you—with that aching, desperate expression that made your stomach twist.

like worship, like he’d spend hours right there if you let him.

he pressed lingering kisses along your stomach, each one softer than the last, his grip tightening on your thighs as though he couldn’t believe you were here, beneath him, letting him have you like this. every touch was hungry but patient, yearning in the way only someone utterly undone by you could be.

“you’re beautiful,” he whispered, almost like a confession.

and when his mouth found your skin again, lower this time, your fingers tangled in his hair instinctively. he groaned at the contact, the sound vibrating through you, and the look he gave you after—half devotion, half desperation—made heat flood straight through your body.

he wanted to take his time, wanted to make you fall apart slowly. wanted to hear every sound you made and drag each one from your lips like it was a prayer. he lifted his head just enough to look at you again, and the expression on his face nearly ruined you—like devotion had taken human form and settled into his bones. like he could spend the rest of his life beneath your touch and still die wanting more.

his thumbs stroked slow circles into the inside of your thighs, soothing and possessive all at once, and when you shifted beneath him—restless, needy—he let out the softest, most tortured sound, forehead dropping briefly against your skin as if the sight of you unraveling for him was almost too much to bear.

“god,” he whispered, voice wrecked. “look at you.”

not cocky, not teasing, awed .

as if he genuinely couldn’t believe he was allowed to have you like this. he kissed your thigh with unbearable tenderness, then another, each press of his mouth lingering long enough to make your pulse stutter. his hands never stopped touching you—stroking, holding, grounding—like he needed constant proof that you were real, that this wasn’t some fever dream he’d wake up from aching over.

“you don’t understand,” he said, almost breathless, words muffled against your skin. “i think about you all the time, about this. about making you feel good….i love you so much oh my god…all these months i tried to hide it…"

your fingers tightened in his hair, and he shuddered, actually shuddered.

the reaction seemed to tear something loose in him, because suddenly he was pressing desperate kisses everywhere he could reach—your stomach, your hips, the sensitive inside of your thighs—like restraint was slipping through his fingers one thread at a time.

every touch said the same thing ;please let me…let me worship you the way i’ve wanted to for so long.

when he looked up again, his lips swollen from kissing, his eyes dark and glassy with want, there was something almost pleading in his expression.

“tell me if it’s too much,” he murmured. “tell me if you want me to stop.”

but the way his hands trembled where they held you gave him away completely. he was already gone. already lost to you.

and when you answered by pulling him closer, by threading your fingers deeper into his hair and parting for him with a breathless sound, the broken moan he let out sounded almost reverent, like you’d given him the thing he wanted most in the world.

he kissed the inside of your thigh like a vow. slowly. deliberately. as though every press of his mouth was an act of devotion, something sacred, something he wanted you to remember later when your pulse had steadied and the room had gone quiet.

his hands held you gently but firmly, thumbs stroking absentminded patterns into your skin as if he needed the contact as much as he needed air. when you trembled beneath him, he made that ruined little sound again—half groan, half prayer—and turned his face into you for a moment like he was overwhelmed by the simple fact of being allowed this close.

“you have no idea,” he whispered, voice frayed at the edges, “how long i’ve wanted this.”

he looked up once more, eyes dark with hunger but softer than they had any right to be—too open, too earnest, too devastating in the way yearning always is when it’s laid bare.

then he buried himself in you with reverence. not rushed. never rushed. he treated every gasp he drew from you like a reward, like something precious; every shift of your hips seemed to make him even more undone, more desperate in that quiet, pathetic way of a man who had spent too long wanting and was now being trusted with the thing he’d ached for.

his grip tightened when you tangled your fingers in his hair. the sound he made at that—muffled, wrecked, shamelessly pleased—sent heat straight through you.

“that,” he murmured against your skin, breathless and adoring, “do that again.” and when you did, he all but melted. he let you guide him without protest, without pride, following every movement like he’d gladly let you ruin him if that was what you wanted. there was something almost embarrassingly earnest in the way he devoted himself to it—like making you fall apart beneath him was not just desire but purpose.

as if your pleasure was the only thing in the room that mattered. as if he would stay there for hours if you asked.

“you’re so beautiful like this,” he whispered, drunk on the sight of you. “god—look at you. letting me—”

his voice broke off into another wrecked sound when you arched beneath him, and whatever composure he had left seemed to vanish entirely. from then on there was no pretending he was in control of himself; every movement, every touch carried that same desperate worship, that same aching devotion of someone who could never quite believe they’d been chosen.

and when you finally came apart with his name on your lips, he held you through it like something precious, like something holy—like the trembling of your body in his hands was the closest thing to religion he had ever known.

when he rose back up to kiss you, dazed and flushed and smiling like he’d been given the stars themselves, he rested his forehead against yours and laughed softly under his breath.

you were still breathless when he kissed his way back up to her, slower now—soft, almost shy, as though the urgency had burned itself into something gentler and infinitely more dangerous. because this was no longer just want. this was tenderness. the kind that made your chest ache.

he pressed his forehead to yours, smiling in that dazed, helpless way of someone who had just been handed something they never thought they’d deserve. his hands stayed at your waist, not possessive now, simply there—warm and grounding and careful, as if he was afraid you might vanish if he let go.

“you okay?” he whispered. you laughed weakly, still trying to catch your breath. “more than okay.” the look on his face was almost enough to destroy you. he stared at you like your happiness had become the axis his world turned on. and suddenly, horribly, devastatingly, you understood.

the way michael had looked at you all night. the way he had touched you like reverence and longing wrapped into one. the way every kiss had felt less like desire and more like devotion. this wasn’t casual to him. it had never been casual.

something tight and terrified unfurled in your chest. he must have seen the shift in your expression, because his smile faltered immediately.

"what?” he asked softly, too softly. “did i—did i do something wrong?”

“no,” you said at once, reaching for him. “no, it’s not that, i just—” your voice caught. because how were you supposed to say it? how were you supposed to explain that your entire understanding of yourself felt like it was tilting on its axis because this man, this sweet, pathetic, yearning man who looked at you like you hung the moon, had somehow slipped past every wall you’d ever built?

he went very still beneath your touch. and then, in the quietest voice imaginable, like he was confessing something shameful, he said ; "i know.”

you blinked. “know what?”

his laugh came out strained and self-deprecating. “that this complicates things for you.” he looked away then, jaw tight, like forcing the words out hurt. “i know what you’ve said about yourself. i know who you are. i know this probably doesn’t make sense and i never wanted to be the person who made things harder for you—”

“hey,” you interrupted, cradling his face until he looked at you again. “stop.” his eyes were already glassy with too much feeling. too much hope he clearly thought he didn’t deserve.

“i didn’t mean for this to happen,” he whispered. “i tried not to—i tried so hard not to—” his breath hitched. and then, with all the helplessness of a man who had lost this battle long ago:

“i love you.” the room went still. his whole body seemed to tense afterward, like he regretted saying it the second it left his mouth—like he was bracing for heartbreak.

but all you could do was stare at him. because every terrifying, impossible thing inside you suddenly made sense.

the fear, the ache, the fear, the unbearable tenderness clawing up your throat.

“oh,” you whispered.

his face crumpled slightly, misunderstanding at once. “you don’t have to say it back, i know this is—”

“no,” you said, almost laughing through the tears stinging your eyes. “no, idiot, that’s not—” you kissed him hard enough to cut him off. he made the most broken sound into your mouth. when you pulled back, your hands were shaking where they held his face.

“i love you too.”

he stared, blankly, like his brain had simply stopped functioning.

“you…what?”

you laughed then, helpless and giddy and terrified all at once. “i love you too, michael."

his entire face collapsed into raw, disbelieving joy.

“don’t joke about that,” he breathed, voice cracking. “please don’t joke about that, i’ll actually die.”

“i’m not joking.”

he made a sound somewhere between a sob and a laugh before crushing you against him, burying his face in your neck like the force of loving you had physically overwhelmed him.

“you love me,” he kept murmuring, disbelieving, wrecked. “you love me? you love me?”

“yes michael.” you smiled into his mouth when he kissed you again. he grinned against your lips, helplessly, brilliantly happy.

“good,” he said. “because i’m never getting over this. ever.”

from now on, you're going to wake up to two pieces of news: you're bisexual, and you're dating your best friend….

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well,well,well….i hope it turned good ! as i said before it is really my first time writing and posting on tumblr. if you enjoyed and want more works and even have requests don’t hesitate to follow me ! xoxo

[mjswhispers]

[creepling]

sawyer/slaughter family using captured!reader for sex

tags: dead dove - read at your own risk. smut - MDNI. gn!reader. all family seperate. bondage. rough sex. petplay. underwear sniffing. somnophilia. cannibalism-ment. aftercare (only with bubba).

harddom!johnny being your capturer but liking everyone having his way with you. his possessive attitude dampening over time and your novelty wearing off. leaving you chained in random parts of the house and going on with his day, coming back to see you exhausted, ready to have his turn with you. hanging you in his shack by the wrists, littering your body with bite marks, bonding your limbs with rope, using you like a glorified piece of meat. fucking your holes until their raw, amused by your moans mixed with screams. fucking you dumb until he undoes your restraints, making you crawl on your knees, and face fuck you until he blows his load over your face.

softdom!nubbins playing with your holes while you sleep, holding in his giggles as you squirm in your slumber, awed at your wetness under his touch. dry humping your leg until you wake up, basking in your surprise until you succumb to him. prying your legs open to enter his hard, meek dick. rutting into you like a desperate puppy, his moans sounding like sobs. praising your body, thanking you for letting you fuck him, pleading that he is not worthy of your body. but he never slows his pace, slamming his hips rapidly until he cums, careless on where his load lands; dripping on your leg pathetically.

femdom!sissy treating you like a little pet, playing with your hair and adorning a leash around your neck. using you as a foot stool while she lounges around the house, snapping her fingers when she wants your attention. pinning you to the floor and fucking your tongue, riding your face as you gasp for air. pulling at the lead when you disobey, demanding you to be a good little kitty/doggie and lick her cunt. when you're good for her, she lets you sleep with her and ride her thigh, mewling over your whimpers, pleasuring you when you're too fucked out to think. only letting you cum when you beg for her.

perv!drayton never laying a finger on you, but goes down to clean your cell, cursing at the mess you leave. wishing you were never here and degrading your existence. you're better off being their next meal, but now he don't wanna eat you now you're the family's cum dump. without you looking, he steals your underwear for his own possession. taking it back to his room, inhaling your scent, cursing his old age for not getting it up and letting him have pleasure. his body unresponsive, but his mind wild with thoughts about you.

scene-dom!bubba the one you have to anticipate the most, brace your frail, sore body for his manhandling. he tries to be gentle, bubbling concern noises at your winces of pain. stroking your face, but his heavy hand rough on your skin. wearing his pretty woman mask and wanting you to match, sloppily apply makeup to your face, red lipstick smudged along the corner of your mouth. he cheers at his masterpiece, ready to fuck his pretty little thing, sheepishly revealing his fat dick. the sight of it intimidating, his heavy build engulfing you, his large girth stretching you out. his thrusts slow but heavy, pummelling his whole length inside you, bubbling at the way you tense around him. he gets overstimulated from the pleasure, his moans frantic. he finishes inside you, cockwarming until he goes limb, letting you lay on his lap with his arms around you, not wanting to let you go just yet and milking all the time he has with his little play toy.

[creepypastacoven]

Jeff The Killer Nsfw headcanon

── 𖥻៸៸ Please do not copy, translate, or plagiarize any of my works without my permission.

CONTAINS NSFW MINORS DN

𓂃 𖦆 Warning: very nsfw , Possessive yandere vibes, Insomnia + hypersexuality, blood play , Breath play & choking,dirty talk, pre-established relationship, mentions on face coming, mentions period and knife play. Tell me if I missed something!

⭑.ᐟ Note: Suprise!! i am returned, but I realized I haven’t posted in like decades and felt bad LOL. I hope you guys like this!

- Dominant as hell. Jeff doesn’t do gentle vanilla. He needs control, especially because his own life feels like constant chaos. Expect him to pin you down, choke you (with those burnt, scarred hands), or hold a knife to your throat while he fucks you. The threat of real harm turns him on.

- Sadistic streak.He laughs that signature manic laugh when you whimper or bleed a little. Light cutting/knife play is common—he’ll carve tiny “J”s into your skin or trace his smile across your thighs with the flat of the blade.

- Once he’s attached, you’re his.He’ll carve his name into you if he thinks you’re looking at someone else. Jealous sex is brutal and marked-up.

-Jeff barely sleeps, so he’ll wake you up at 3 a.m. by sliding into bed (or already inside you) because he’s bored or restless. Expect multiple rounds until you’re shaking.

- Scars everywhere. His entire body is pale, leathery, and scarred. He loves when you trace or kiss the burns on his face and mouth. Touching his scars makes him simultaneously soft and violently horny.

- Big on blood play. He’ll bite hard enough to draw blood, smear it on both of you, and lick it off. Period sex? He’s thrilled. The more mess, the better.

- Those long fingers around your throat while he growls “Go to sleep…” right in your ear is a recurring move.

- Rough, fast, and deep.Jeff doesn’t do slow and sensual unless he’s in a rare post-murder high and feeling strangely affectionate. Even then it’s still intense.

- Exhibitionism risk.He’ll drag you into abandoned houses, alleys, or the woods and fuck you where anyone (or any victim) could theoretically walk in.

- You wearing his hoodie (and nothing else). Bonus if it’s blood-stained.

- You fighting back a little—he loves the chase and the struggle before he overpowers you.

- When you say his name (especially “Jeff” moaned or screamed).

- Mirror sex so he can watch his own scarred smile while he ruins you.

- Aftercare is… weird. He’ll sometimes go oddly soft and just hold you, stroking your hair with bloody hands, whispering “You’re mine forever.” Other times he just laughs and leaves you dripping on the sheets while he goes to clean his knife.

- Too much tenderness at first—he’ll get uncomfortable and lash out.

- Being topped (he might let you ride him but he’s still directing every move).

- Boring, quiet sex. If you’re silent he’ll do increasingly nasty things until you’re loud.

- He talks dirty in that raspy, burnt-voice whisper: “Smile for me while I fuck you stupid.”

- Loves coming on your face so it drips over the corners of your mouth like his own carved smile.

- Has definitely used the handle of his knife as an improvised toy on you.

- Post-kill adrenaline fucks are the roughest—he’ll come back covered in someone else’s blood and use you to come down.

[freya-captain]

We should all agree on that the best occasion where Aegon wears the Conqueror’s Crown is when he tries to make things more spicy in his and Jace’s chamber.

[saja-55]

Everything changed the day Amira was born. The world outside was collapsing — bombs, dust, screams, and fear. Yet inside a small room, by the dim light of a single candle, a new life began. While others were running for shelter, I was holding my newborn daughter, trembling, crying, trying to believe that something so pure could still exist in a place like Gaza. I named her Amira, because I wanted her to feel like a child of life —not a child of war.

  A year has passed since that night, but nothing has really changed Our house is still rubble, our streets still carry the smell of smoke, and the sky still echoes with sounds that make Amira flinch in her sleep. She has just turned one. She’s learning to walk, holding my finger with her tiny hand, laughing at the smallest things — as if she doesn’t see the destruction around her. She doesn’t know the word “loss.” She never met her father, but when she smiles, I see him there. Sometimes I watch her sleeping, and I wonder what kind of world she will grow up in — whether she will ever know what peace feels like, what home smells like. And yet, when she opens her eyes in the morning and says “mama,” everything becomes bearable again. I want to rebuild our home. Not just for the walls — but for her future. For Amira to have a small room, a safe place to dream, a life that belongs to her, not to war. I’m not asking for much. Only for a chance to give her a beginning filled with warmth instead of fear

Help Saja Rebuild a Life After Everything Fell Apart

My name is Saja. I am a mother, a wife, and just one of many women in Gaza trying to hold on — to hope, to my family, and to a life that no

 A Mother’s Message

To everyone reading this — thank you for listening to our story. Your kindness means more than words. Every share, every message, every donation — it all helps me rebuild not just a house, but a future for Amira. From the heart of Gaza, from a mother learning to hope again — we will live. And I will make sure my daughter grows up in a world that knows love more than war.

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