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donāt get me wrong, i like jaafar and jermajesty. they are both very talented and handsome boys but they clearly have a certain type and thatās okay! i see too many beautiful blk women on social media wishing they would give blk women a chance but (donāt hate me) they are not all that and they are bi-racial boys. so ig all iām trying to say is that us as blk women we should pay attention to men who desire us and shows it. not saying at all jaafar or jermajesty donāt like blk girls bc idk that but iām just seeing a pattern and it hurts bc we are so beautiful and sexy and we should pay attention to guys who clearly like us and we are they type!
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āā§Ā°š²Ö¼š¢ Summary: Michaelās brothers can cross too many lines sometimes, and Michael knows his girl looks good, especially when she wears jeans.
āā§Ā°š²Ö¼š¢ wc.: 2.3k
āā§Ā°š²Ö¼š¢ Byi: mdni, 18+ smut established relationship, curvy/thick reader, P in V, unprotected sex, interrupted sex, thigh fucking,
āā§Ā°š²Ö¼š¢ a/n: Inspired by Bobby V.ās āTell Meā, and the fact that I think I own maybe 3 pairs of jeans that arenāt bellbottoms, lol.
Bellbottom jeans were absolutely one of the best fashion statements of the 60ās-70ās, however, by ā79 the fad had started to die out.
Not for Mikeās girl though, and definitely not for his eyes when he shamelessly watched your heartshaped ass swaying as you walked. Or when itās a late fall afternoon, and youāre reaching out for a glass thatās just slightly out of reach, very subtly having to jump to grab it.
Whatās not subtle is the way your ass still jiggles even in the rough material. Bouncing through the strained material as it struggles for dear life not to split. The edges of the pair of jeans showing had already started to fray, the wear after only a few months of you owning them.
The jeans held your ass perfectly, showing off your curves and plump thighs as you walked through the Encino household. Michaelās brothers were very aware of just the type of girl Michael had managed to land. Her sticky sweet lipgloss and strong floral perfume wafting through their doorways every time she came over.
āDamn girl, you gonna tear those things or what?ā Tito called out to you, a light whistle under his breath as he leaned back against the counter.
You scoffed, turning your head towards the older brother, āTito, watch your eyes. Thereās nothing down there thatās for you,ā your teeth showing in a grin, as you slapped the brotherās arm, scooching your way over to the ice box.
āYeah, Mikeās gettinā all that. Aināt that right Mike?ā Tito called out to the younger brother, laughing, as he pushed an exhaling Jackie.
āDamn right he is, look at him,ā Marlon gestured over, āactinā all shy like we donāt hear them gettinā it on at night. Ooh, Mikey, you hittinā it so good,ā He mocked in a whiney voice, dodging as you hurled an ice cube at him, the cubeās target instead becoming Michael when it hits him in the face.
āSorry, baby. Didnāt mean for that to hit you,ā You said with an apologetic frown before turning to Marlon with narrowed eyes, āI was aiminā for Marlon,ā
Michael rolled his eyes at his brothersā teases, āEnough out of all of you guys, donāt gotta talk about her like that,ā he mumbled out, peeling open the back of Marlonās shirt and pushed the cold cube down. Watching as Marlon cursed and did an awkward dance trying to get the cold thing off him.
You giggled at that, taking a sip of your drink as you felt Michaelās hand wrap around your free one, dragging you to him possessively.
Mike would never admit it, but sometimes his brothersā teases did cause him a little upset, a ball of heat rising in his chest. Only getting bigger with each joke. He didnāt like it when theyād speak about you so vulgarly knowing they each had their own girls. The boysā talks would mention recent music updates, the current sports teams theyād been betting on, and whatever sex topic that had happened to them of late, whether with groupies or the same ladies that were a few feet away from them having their own discussion.
When those conversations took place, Michael stayed silent, hands fidgeting as his responses died in comparison to the previous conversations. He was uncomfortable with sharing the details of your private life, wanting to keep that for him and himself only.
When you first started coming round the house more often, his brothers tried to ask him invasive questions, āyou tap that yet?ā, ābut how well does she suck it?ā, and inappropriate hand gestures, but heād always shake his head, stammering a, āI donāt see how thatās any of yāalls business,ā followed by his brothers exclaiming how their sweet ānd innocent angel of a little brother Michael couldnāt possibly handle, āall thatā. Heād huff and storm off towards you and the girls, head propping onto your shoulder as his arms snaked around your waist, sighing when you leaned back into the familiar frame of his body.
Youād tilt your head up at him, acknowledging that he was there with a light peck on his temple, before returning to your conversation. You heard the distant, āHe aināt know how to take care of business,ā as they all shuffled into the main room, joining in on the conversation. You laughed quietly under your breath when you realized what had gotten your usually shy boyfriend, all touchy. Michael usually choosing to refrain from much physical affection when others were nearby.
That had become the pattern whenever the brothers flirted with you, and while everyone knew that you were Mikeās girl and never meant any harm, itād never stopped Michael's possessive side to come out.
He swiped his thumb across your knuckles as he held your hand, his other one coming up to the side of your hip to guide you away from the kitchen and upstairs, ignoring the whoops and knowing whistles from his brothers.
āMikey baby, where we going?ā You murmured, making your steps onto the plush carpeted stairs, knowing damn well.
āJusā goinā to my room. Itās quieter anyways, theyāre all beinā stupid,ā He said, eyes locked in on the way your ass pushed against your pants, hips rocking side to side as you continued your way up the staircase. The slight swishing of the denim rubbing against each other as your fat thighs connected to the other.
Mike loved your curves, he loved watching when youād stand up, brushing your pants off and the way your shit would move. It was so sexual and you werenāt even doing anything. Not really. Though you mightāve exaggerated some movements when you felt his watchful gaze.
He loved when you would suffocate him, thighs closing around his head as he ate you out. He enjoyed struggling to breathe against you as you moved your hips across his face, not really caring about anything but the pleasure he was bringing you.
He loved when youād be sitting on the couch together, legs thrown over his lap as his palm came down to rub on your thick thighs. Groping the fat of your skin as he squeezed it in his hand, fingers playing in your pussy as you sighed.
And right now he had an idea forming that he knew he would love as well.
Michael had your legs splayed out as he sat in the space between your thighs, bellbottom jeans torn off and thrown somewhere onto his bedroom floor as he'd stripped both of you down to nothing.
āMichael..stop teasinā,ā you whined at him, wriggling your hips trying to get him to move. But Michael remained still, his own legs pressed against the backs of your plush thighs as he lazily drew the tip of his dick through your folds. Occasionally tapping it against your clit as you pouted at him.
āJusā be patient girl, ām gonna get you there. I always do,ā
He gently pushed his hips, teasing your hole as he watched the tip of his dick slip in easily, shallowly thrusting. The obscene schlick from your wetness, made you bring your hands up to cover your face in embarrassment. Your desperation slipping out through your voice as you whine, begging him to go deeper.
But Michael didnāt push deeper, in fact he slid right back out with a pop, and you cried out in frustration,
āMikey, just fuck me, please. I feel like ām dyināā The heat surrounding the two of you was unbearable, your damp body sticking to his wherever your skin had made contact from the light sheen of sweat.
Michael just let out a quiet, āhmmā at you, grabbing your hands away from your face and leaned down to press a kiss to your lips, fingers brushing away the few tears that had managed to escape from your welling eyes.
āI wanna do somethinā different, is that okay sweet baby?ā He asked you, hands going to the back of your thighs as his thumbs rubbed circles against them, lightly squeezing trying to push you into a response.
You peered up at him, biting your bottom lip as you nodded your head yes,
āām gonna need words from you babygirl,ā he trailed his hand up, moving his thumb from your thigh to your clit, applying a dizzying amount of pressure as you tried to respond.
āYes, fu-, Michael, itās fine, please just do somethinā,ā You moaned out, hands weakly pushing at his wrist.
As soon as the words of permission escaped your mouth breathlessly, Michael went to work. He removed his hand from your clit, ignoring your protests against the loss of sensation, and grabbed your ankles. He hoisted them up in the air and slung them both over his shoulder, bracing himself against you as he slid his dick in between your hot thighs, hands moving to push the fat even tighter against his dick and he let out a soft moan.
āMm, baby you feel so good like this, feel like this where ām meant to be, right in between yā legs,ā
You moaned out at the feeling of his dick sliding in between your thighs, the sounds of his hips hitting yours filling the room with a light slap, slap, slap. You hadnāt known this is what he was asking you to do. It was filthy.
Looking up at Michael, his eyes screwed tight as he lost himself in your thighs, moaning shamelessly as his movements got more erratic, the brief rhythm he had set being forgotten as he whined.
āHow ābout that, mama? Am I fuckinā your thighs good? Hmm?ā He asked, opening his eyes as he looked at your slack-jawed expression. He slowed his thrusts, when you didnāt respond. Tapping your ass and watching it jiggle.
āCāmon girl, answer me,ā
āY-yes, Mike, fuckinā my thighs real good,ā
āYeah? Want me to be inside you for real now?ā Michael paused his movements as he grabbed one of your legs that had been laying on his shoulder, pushing it up against your chest as he slotted himself back into you, pushing slowly in as you squirmed beneath him. Finally getting what you had been wanting so badly.
āThatās it, takinā it so well fāme,ā Michael praised as he entered you completely, your sopping cunt swallowing him down to the hilt. He let out a few experimental rolls of his hips, stroking into you deeply before picking up his pace.
He fucked into you relentlessly, holding the back of your knees up, as you reached back to grip the pillows. All but crying out in pleasure as he hit that spot deep inside you.
āRight there, oh youāre hittinā it so goodā Maybe Marlon hadnāt been too wrong about what you screamed during sex.
The headboard loudly knocking into the wall, but that sound seemed to not break through both of yalls sex driven daze, ignoring how loud you two had unknowingly been, forgetting all about the few brothers that had been downstairs just moments earlier. Or maybe Michael knew and he didnāt care.
āFeel so fucking good mikey oh shit, āmm gonna cum,ā you moaned out.
āBaby, watch your mouth,ā Michael frowned, hypocritically criticizing your language as a string of quiet curses spilled out.
Your eyes widened as you heard the sound of the boysā low voices and heavy footsteps approached the door.
āWait-mm, Mike stop,ā you patted his arm that had caged you in, trying to grab his attention. But he didnāt stop, instead continuing to pound into you even deeper, dragging out moans you desperately tried to cover up.
āI know yāall not in there fuckinā like animals,ā Marlon teased, as the laughter of the other brothers followed.
āCāmon Marlon, leave āem alone now,ā Jackie smacked his teeth.
āAll yāall needa leave, ām busy,ā Michael called out, his thrusts not slowing as he spoke. āDonāt need an audience when ām with my girl,ā he muttered frustratedly, fingers going to rub his eyelids
Tito and Marlon cackled, āYeah Mike, ām sure youāre real busy right now,ā
Michael rolled his eyes, attention switching as he turned his gaze back over to you, hand reaching down between the two of you to rub lightly on your clit.
You were shameless at this point, mostly because it hadnāt been the first instance that the annoying brothers had gotten in the way of you and Michaelās alone time. Hell there were too many of them to get any real privacy. The tension that had been built up was so high, and with Michaelās parents out of the house for a few hours, youād-in prenut clarity- decided you didnāt care about the boys outside the door, and Michael? Well Michael thought heād show out.
āOh fuck! ām so close baby, please. Donāt stop, oh donāt stop, ām gonna cum, ām cummināā you moaned, fucking back against him,
āOh shit,ā Marlonās voice quieting as he looked at his other two brothers, āGuess he can take care on businessā
The slap of skin was heard outside the door, Jackies voice following, āMarlon leave āem the hell alone,ā
āWhat? āM jusā sayināā Marlon reached his hand up to rub at his neck awkwardly.
āFor real though Mike, we āsāposed to be leavinā soon, hurry it up,ā Jackie yelled out, ushering Marlon and Tito back downstairs, the fading sounds of footsteps following.
ąŖāā“
Michael laid back against his bed, arms folding over his chest as he stared at you.
While Michael had decided to take his time with getting dressed, you were already up. Back turned to him, with your panties and bra on as you stepped into your jeans. Jumping into them as you tried to get the fat of your ass inside the pair of pants.
He watched you struggle to pull them on, wiggling your hips around, ass just jiggling tantalizingly in front of him, unknowing of the hardness you were causing.
He swung his feet over the side of the bed, feet padding against the floor as he made his way quietly over to you, wrapping you in his arms, voice low in your ear,
āYā know, we aināt gotta leave right nowā¦ā he planted a kiss behind your ear, pressing himself into you.
You rolled your eyes at his words, turning around to face him as your arms went around his neck, pulling him in for a light peck, āNo baby, we gotta go-mmph,ā he interrupted your sentence, placing light kisses on your lips as you spoke, āYour brothers are already, mmph waiting for us. Don-mmph wanna make them late too,ā
Michael pulled back and stared at you, a gentle smile on his face as he looked at you with such devotion and love, it made your heart melt, but youād known this boy and his little tricks.
āNo, we are leaving, get dressed cāmon,ā You removed yourself from his hold, turning over to grab his clothes that had been on the floor.
Feeling the hard, smack, that had landed right on your ass as you bent down.
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working at a restaurant with ur gf and she teases u the whole shift is NOT for the weakš«š« like damn suh u finna get both of us fired along with u eating my puh in the back of the kitchenā NOW WHO TF SAID THAT GET MA BELT
Im actually gonna kms if my fav mjtumblr authors quit bcs of these fuckass tiktok fans who love to infantilize him and thinks he had the mind of a 5 yr old y'all need to get off social media and eat grass omfg
deadass bc like I love to switch and it hurts me to see that people are quitting all bc ppl want to baby a 50 yr old man like guys lock tf in we canāt keep doing ts. fucking lock in bc ppl (including me) might actually commit bc this is the only escape some of us have and itās devolving bc of some dumb ass niggas wanting to infantilize grown men. fuck everyone who is making these authors quit and sending threats and calling the black authors niggersšš¾šš¾šš¾
seriously yāall arenāt fucking funny and this shit doesnāt make u look cool. it makes u look like a dumbass who thinks calling black ppl slurs and threatening ppl to the point they quit and try to commit is ātuffā
go fuck urself if u think thatās funny or if u agree with those ppl.
girlll i saw ur post about that anon saying sum stupid shit and donāt ever listen to it. ur work is mind boggling and back breaking seriously. i cant believe some of these hoes think they can just hide behind anons and target the black writersšš please boo donāt let them get to u, ur amazing and hella talented. theses niggas just think because they hate on someone itāll mess them up and make them as the better person. donāt ever and i mean ever give up, people will target us because we have melanin and itās beautiful on us and not themšš absolutely in love with ur work bookie!!
šŖ½ā dude I really love yall like sm. And donāt worry, they not getting rid of me til I say so. I wish they would go away and stop bothering other black writers bc others canāt just ignore them all the time. Iāve already had a few moots of mine go on hiatus or deactivate their accounts bc of this and itās making me upset. Iām glad you enjoy my work mama, please spread the love!!š«¶š¾
hi guys, so I'm just boosting right now. Please don't ignore this. So I just got a dm from one of my amazing followers, and they just informed me that THIS RACIST! @writing5ever is the person behind all these racist remarks on anonymous. Please make sure yall block him. Cause yes, it is that serious when it comes to racism so make sure yall report that page too !!
Also, idk why yall constantly feel the need to be so hateful towards black people?, I truly think THOSE people tend to forget we are the blueprints always have been forever will be. I don't even wanna cuss his loser ass out because he know he deadass wrong and that's why his bitch ass went anon on every request. So go block that racist bitch I cannot stand THOSE people sometimes, and no offense to the people that don't attack the black community but please get yall people in check. It's beyond sickening and disgusting, and pathetic and I'm so tired of it. Now please REPORT that page. I truly think THOSE people forget that michael Joseph jackson was a white man, so why wouldn't black people write about a black man?, yall don't want a toxic community but YALL make it toxic. Then wonder why the community is dying because we have people like @writing5ever attacking black authors with his pathetic stank oatmeal pie smellin ass, bitch so miserable and mad. But yall wanna talk about mj being a "predator" what about ELVIS presely?, oh okay cracka.
Have yall a wonderful blessed day, make sure yall report this WHITE MAN attacking my beautiful black authors, with our beautiful brown glorious sexy glamorous ethereal skin, with our beautiful assesš. @writing5ever
ok so like i have a post on my acc and itās basically asking for like a p*rn without plot story with michael being obsessed with readers heavy country accent and the way she says specific words like āoilā, āselfā, ācreekā, āfourā etc. and iāve been begging for like days now and i love ur work so if u think u can do it go ahead and make up the rest urself idk i just need that part but i really want it like smutty and sexually intimateš«š«
Being a girl from the south, New Orleans to be exact. Itās a MUST I do this because itās so relatable! I gotchu boo!
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