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Can you make a âthey say I love you for the first timeâ with the Jackson 5? You donât have to include Randy lol
ăăăăăăăăăTheir first "I love you"
ăăăăăăăăăFt. The Jackson 5 (literally)
minors dni this contains smut. this is like my second time writing smut so feedback is always appreciated !
MICHAEL JACKSONâ Michael had invited you overâor rather, begged you to come to his studio. He was hard at work on his next album and insisted he needed to get things done, but he also couldn't go without seeing his girlfriend. Of course, you said yes, though not before teasing him a little over the phone before you made your way over to his house.
He tapped his pencil against the soundboard, eyes scanning over his notes as he searched for the perfect rhythm. His free hand rested on your knee, a quiet reminder that even while he was lost in his work, he was still aware of your presence.
"Michael?" you asked softly, careful not to interrupt his concentration as you adjusted the sweater he had draped over your shoulders. "Yes, honey?" He looked up from his notes, his attention shifting to you.
"How about, instead of this..." You gently tapped out the rhythm he'd been working on against your knee, the one he clearly didn't find as amusing. "You try something like this?" You repeated it with a subtle variation, changing the timing of a few taps while keeping the overall pattern intact.
Michael's eyes went wide.
"Oh my God, that's it!" he exclaimed, his eyes lighting up with excitement. He immediately began humming the melody, matching it to the rhythm you were tapping with your fingers. "You are amazing, I love you."
Without thinking, he cupped your face in both hands and pulled you into a soft yet passionate kiss. When you finally pulled away, his eyes widened as the realization of what he'd just admitted out loud slowly sank in.
"I am very excited," he admitted with a laugh, "but I meant every word."
"I love you too," you laughed softly before leaning in to kiss him again.
JERMAINE JACKSONâ Jermaine had known how he felt about you from the moment you started dating. He'd been with other women before, but none of them had ever made him feel the way you did. You made him nervousâin the best possible way. He got excited whenever you called, and he missed you whenever you couldn't see each other.
He was completely whipped, and he wasn't ashamed of it.
That was why he wanted to tell you he loved you in the most special way possible.
He called you that morning and asked you to meet him at the park before sunset so the two of you could watch it together. You didn't think much of it, since watching the sunset together was something you did all the time.
What you didn't expect was to find your boyfriend waiting for you with a bouquet of flowers in his hands, standing beside a picnic blanket beautifully arranged with candles, a wicker basket, and all your favorite treats.
"What is all this?" you asked with a smile as you wrapped your arms around him. "Something special for the most special girl in the world." He smiled as he handed you the bouquet when you pulled away.
"Did you handpick these?" you asked, pouting slightly as you looked down at the messy but adorable arrangement. "I did." He grinned proudly.
You sat down together, talking and laughing as you ate. It wasn't until a little while later that you noticed him fidgeting with his hands.
"Jer, baby, are you okay?" you asked gently. "I have something to confess," he said, his voice a little nervous. "But please don't make fun of me."
"Of course not, honey."
"I did all this because I wanted to show you how special you are to me." He gently took your hands in his, his fingers intertwining with yours. "And also because I wanted to tell you that I love you." He finally met your gaze, his expression filled with a mixture of nerves and love.
You felt your heart skip a beat. He had taken the time to plan the entire evening, putting so much thought and effort into making it special, all just to tell you that he loved you.
"I love you too."
"Really?"
"Really. Now come here." You smiled as you gently grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss.
JACKIE JACKSONâ You two had been apart for almost a month, so you were determined to make up for all the time you'd lost. That was how you found yourself under Jackie for the fourth time today as he pounded into you relentlessly.
"Fuck baby," he groaned as he kept hitting the right spot. "missed this pussy so much."
"Jackie," you moaned.
"Oh, you like that?" He whispered in your ear, your pussy clenching around his dick, earning a groan for him.
His thrusts became harder and deeper. His mean cock slamming against your tight hole, making you throw your head back in pleasure as you arched your back.
âSuch a good girl foâ me, missed you so much mama,â he pressed his hand against your stomach.
âJackie, fuck. Iâm gonnaââ you whimpered as you came, wrapping your legs around his hips, your limbs shaking in the process. âFuck, I wonât last longer.â His thrusts became sloppier. âWhere do you want it?â He played with your sensitive bud, overstimulating you some more.
âInside, please,â you whined, eyes rolling back in pleasure. He kept slamming his hips into you before he came, âFuck, fuck, I love you.â He filled you up to the brim as he let out an animalistic groan.
As he came down from his high, he noticed the way your eyes widened.
"You said you loved me!" you exclaimed, pointing at him as you tried to catch your breath. "Girl, you knew this before I even had to say it." He playfully rolled his eyes, a teasing smile tugging at his lips.
"Yeah but, I didn't expect to hear it after you fucked me dumb."
"Shut up."
MARLON JACKSONâ You and Marlon were play fighting in his roomânot the cute, gentle kind of teasing, but actual wrestling, rough enough to be a challenge while still careful not to hurt each other. After a while, he managed to pin you down, holding your wrists in place as his free hand hovered threateningly near your sides.
"Marlon David Jackson, I swear to God," you warned, squirming beneath him.
"What are you going to do, pretty girl?" he asked with a smirk.
"Nothing, but please don't tickle me." You batted your eyelashes at him, giving him your best puppy-dog eyes in an attempt to convince him.
"Great attempt, but no." He kissed your forehead. "I love you, though."
Your heart fluttered for a moment at the confession before Marlon's fingers attacked your sides, making you squeal and burst into giggles as you tried to escape his grasp.
"Pause!" you said, causing him to stop his attack. "Yes?" He looked down at you, waiting. "I love you too." You smiled.
A soft smile tugged at his lips as he leaned down to kiss your forehead before immediately returning to his mission.
"MARLON!" you shouted, laughing as he continued tickling you.
TITO JACKSONâ Tito wasn't very good at talking about his feelings out loud. So what a better way to confess his love for you with a song?
He worked on it for a week. The lyrics came easily because loving you was easyâthe best thing he had ever done. But what made it even more special was that you made him feel like being loved by you was just as effortless.
Then he worked on the tune, perfecting it with his guitar before finally working up the courage to go to your house with the rewritten and perfected version of the song for you to keep.
When he sang the song, it brought tears to your eyes. Never had anyone made you feel so special, and you loved your Tito to pieces.
"Tito... what is all this?"
"I love you, honey, and I couldn't wait to tell you."
"So... you wrote me a song?"
"Mhm." He smiled proudly.
"God, I love you." You wrapped your arms around his neck and pressed a tender kiss to your boyfriend's lips.
is this a safe space to admit that when theres no new fics for me to read i have nothing else to do with my life.. at all
iâm manifesting everyone with writers block to be able to snap out of it and feed the people,, you guys are the backbone of tumblr we canât do this without you đ
hello hello!!! can i request a mj x reader who has undiagnosed high functioning autism, so neither of them know, but one of her favorite things are like reptiles or animals. maybe they go to a zoo and she's stimming with her hands or jumping a little bit and just yapping away with facts about them, he listens and admires lwk. for a second she does feel bad because she realized how she was acting but he reassured her because he thought it was cute and never saw her so happy before??
Reptiles and Animals
Michael x reader
Summary: You have undiagnosed high functioning autism neither you or Michael know. However, you love reptiles and animals and yap away with facts. Eventually, you start to feel bad because your were talking too much then Michael comforts you.
The sun hung warm overhead, painting golden streaks across the winding paths of the zoo. Michael adjusted the baseball cap lower over his curls, his sunglasses doing a decent job of disguising him.
Every now and then someone glanced twice, but they were far more interested in the lions yawning lazily in the distance than the couple strolling hand in hand. "So." Michael smiled, squeezing your fingers. "Where to first, sweetheart?" Your eyes lit up instantly. "The reptile house."
He laughed softly. "I should've known." You stepped inside, everything else disappeared. The cool air, the earthy smell of moss and damp stone, the dim lighting, your face lit up brighter than he'd seen all day. "Oh my gosh." Michael looked over in time to see your hands flutter excitedly against your chest before you bounced on your heels. "Baby?"
"Look!" You practically tugged him toward the first enclosure. "That's a green tree python! They're not actually poisonous or anything people always think they are because they're bright green, they mostly sit there waiting for birds. When they're babies they're yellow! Isn't that crazy?" Michael blinked. "They change color?"
"YES!" You grinned so hard your cheeks hurt. "Isn't that the coolest thing ever?" "It actually is." Michael said grinning.
By the third exhibit. "Crocodiles have the strongest bite force, they can't really open their mouths with much strength, so technically you could hold one shut with tape although please don't ever do that because it'd stress them out." Michael nodded very seriously.
"I wasn't planning on wrestling a crocodile today." You snorted. By the sixth exhibit. "Bearded dragons wave at each other! Well, sometimes it's dominance and sometimes submission depending on the context but-" Michael cut you off nicely. "You know all this?" "I read a lot."
By the ninth exhibit. You had completely forgotten where you were, your hands moved animatedly while you talked. You rocked back and forth absentmindedly whenever something especially excited you.
Sometimes you bounced once or twice without noticing. Every few minutes you'd gently tug on Michael's sleeve. "Babe, babe, look!" He always looked at you, your eyes sparkled.
Your smile reached every corner of your face and weren't worrying about what anyone thought. Michael couldn't stop smiling. "Oh!" You gasped so loudly a little kid beside you jumped. "The Komodo dragon!" You grabbed both of Michael's hands. "They can smell from miles away with their tongue! Isn't that amazing?" Michael chuckled. "It sure sounds amazin' when you tell it."
"And-" You kept going for five more minutes, then another, Michael listened to every single word even when he didn't understand half the scientific names. "Technically snakes have vestigial pelvis bones because they evolved from lizards-" You stopped.
Your voice caught, your smile faded slowly. "Oh..." Michael frowned. "What is it?" Your gaze dropped toward the floor. "I..." There was silence. "I've been talking." He blinked. "Yeah." "A lot."
"Mm-hm." "I'm doing it again." The excitement drained from your face so quickly it hurt him to watch. "I'm sorry you don't have to-" Michael smiled. "I know I get carried away." Your fingers twisted together nervously. "I just I forget." You laughed awkwardly.
"You probably don't care about half of this." Michael stared at you for a moment. "Sweetheart." His voice was so gentle it made you look up, he stepped closer. "Can I tell you what I've been seeing?" You nodded hesitantly.
"I've seen the woman I love happier in the last thirty minutes than I have in weeks." Your lips parted. "You light up." He smiled warmly. "Your whole face changes." His thumb brushed over your knuckles. "You smile so big."
"You bounce around and grab my hand every few seconds because you just have to show me something." A tiny laugh escaped him. "It's adorable." Your cheeks got warm. "It is?" He leaned his forehead against yours. "Baby, I've never seen you this excited."
"I could listen to you talk about snakes all day." You giggled. "Really?" "Mhm." You laughed louder. He continued, "I love listening to you."
His fingers intertwined with yours. "When you get excited like this it's like watchin' fireworks." He smiled, your eyes watered. "You don't think I'm weird?" Michael looked genuinely confused. "Weird?" He tilted his head."For knowing things?" You shrugged. "For... all of it."
He glanced toward your hands, noticing how your fingers were fidgeting again, then back at you. "I think everybody has something that makes their heart sing." His smile softened. "This is yours." He kissed your forehead. "I happen to think it's the cutest thing I've ever seen." Your lip wobbled. "You mean that?" "I do."
He bumped your shoulder playfully. "Now, I have a very important question." He looked dramatically around the reptile house. "What?"
"If a crocodile and an alligator got into an argument, who wins?" You burst into laughter, you shook your head with the biggest grin. "Sit down." He laughed. "It's gonna be a long explanation, isn't it?"
"You have no idea." "I've got time." He held your hand again. "I wanna hear every bit of it." You beamed. "Okay!"
You were off again, happily explaining the differences between crocodilians while Michael walked beside you, smiling to himself. Every excited word, every little bounce, every animated gesture was another glimpse of the person he adored, he gave your hand a gentle squeeze.
The man holding your hand looked at you like you were the most wonderful thing in the whole zoo.
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sorry but just cuz youâre 1/16th nigerian doesnt mean ur not also 1/16th spanish, arabic, argentinian, english, french, dutch, indian, korean, german, american, scottish, chinese, japanese, vietnamese and russian, so stop using aave BITCH
a hoe deadass has 16 different nationalities and is like âas a black personâŚâ and then in another post âto my latinasâŚâ
warnings: 18+, smut, unprotected sex, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, teasing, dirty talk, oral (m and d receiving), fingering, hair pulling
pairing: jude bellingham x fem!reader
summary: whatever you had with jude, youâd ended it. it was too much for the both of you, but all of that went out the window the second his match finished.
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y/n had watched the match, of course she had.
sheâd watched jude kick the ball to the back of the net twice in one game, the screams and cheers of the england fans blaring through the tv.
she watched as the interviewer shoved a microphone into his face after the match, asking question after question.
she caught the rasp in his voice after the relentless game, his tired smile that hardly reached his eyes.
it had been over a month since y/n had ended whatever they had going on.
neither of them could put a label on it, really.
no dates, no sweet moments.
just late-night texts, hotel rooms, and sex.
theyâd both agreed to stop before someone got their heart broken. that had been the plan anyways.
y/nâs phone buzzed on the table just as she lifted her mug of hot chocolate to her lips. jude.
you watched?
her stomach dropped. she stared at the message for a full minute before she started typing back.
yeah. two goals ainât so bad.
the typing bubble appeared almost instantly after her message.
come see me.
y/n didnât respond, staring at the message. she couldâve laughed at the absurdity of the situation. the bubble appeared again.
one drink. thatâs all iâm asking.
she shouldâve ignored it. instead, forty minutes later, she found herself standing outside the private entrance to the hotel, telling herself sheâd leave after ten minutes.
it was just like before.Â
sneaking into hotel rooms, but this time, she promised herself she wouldnât succumb to that throb in the pit of her stomach every time he flashed his golden smile.
the walk down the corridor on the sixth floor felt longer than it was.
y/n swallowed, before she lifted her hand, knocking on the door. it swung open almost immediately.
jude leaned against the frame, fresh from a show, hair still damp. a fitted black t-shirt clung to him, sleeves tight round his biceps.
his grey joggers sat low on his hips, and he looked exhausted - though somehow it only made him look better.
his gaze settled on her, slow and deliberate, before a crooked smile tugged at one corner of his mouth.
âknew youâd come,â
âyouâre confident,â she moved passed him as he stepped aside.
ânah,â his voice was rough, the rasp from the match still lingering beneath his accent, âjust know you,â
y/n walked past him into the suite, catching the clean scent of his shower gel mixed with whatever cologne he always wore.
it was familiar enough to make her chest tighten.
neither of them spoke as jude wandered to the small kitchenette.
âred or white?â
ânow youâre a gentleman?âÂ
he laughed, a quiet sound. âdonât push it,âÂ
he reached for a bottle of red, already sitting open on the counter, pouring a generous glass before holding it out to her.
the glass looked tiny in his hand.
âthe hotel wineâs crap,â jude said, âbut itâll do,â
their fingers brushed as she took the glass, his gaze lingering on her face.
âyou watched the match,âÂ
âi said i did,â
âmm,â he took a sip from his own glass, eyes never leaving hers over the rim, âknew you would,â
âyouâve got an ego,â
âscored twice tonight,â his shrugged, âiâm allowed one,âÂ
her grip tightened around the stem of the wine glass, âi came for one drink,âÂ
ââcourse,âÂ
his voice stayed infuriatingly even, that rough edge from the match making every word sound lower than she remembered.
y/n took a slow sip of wine, refusing to look away. she could stand her ground too.
âyâalways think yâknow what iâm thinking,â
âdonât have to think,â jude set his glass down on the counter with a quiet clink, âi remember,âÂ
âremember what?â
âyou,âÂ
the room felt smaller as he took a step closer, not enough to touch, just enough that she caught the warmth radiating off him.
âif you think yâalready know how tonight ends-,âÂ
âi know how every other one ended,â he leaned forwards, eyes darkening.
âthat was before,â she whispered.
âwas it?â jude took another step forward, close enough now that sheâd have to tilt her chin to keep his gaze.
she could smell his breath - minty, crisp.
his eyes were darker than she remembered, fixed on hers with the same maddening patience heâd always had.
âyouâre trying very hard to convince yourself it was a mistake,â jude said, voice low.
âbecause it was,âÂ
âthen leave,â
he ask it so simply that it caught her off guard.Â
âdoorâs right there, darling,âÂ
judeâs eyes flicked to the wine in her hand before settling back on his face. âthought so,âÂ
y/n let our a breath through her nose.
âyouâre a prick, jude,â
the corner of his mouth lifted, just barely.
âyour prick,âÂ
y/n shouldâve rolled her eyes.
should've shoved past him, walked straight back out the door and never looked back.
instead, she closed the gap herself.
their foreheads nearly brushed, and for a second, neither of them moved.Â
âtell me to stop,â he said, his voice barely above a whisper.
his hand came up slowly, fingers grazing her jaw with a touch so light it almost wasn't there.
y/n leaned into it before she could stop herself.
that was all he needed.
their mouths met with weeks of restraint behind them - nothing gentle.Â
the kiss was messy, his hands cupping her face, pulling her impossibly closed as his tongue delved into her mouth, pushing into every corner and crevice.
her hands were pushed flat against his chest, nails dragging over the thin material as she bit down on his bottom lip, swallowing his groan.
judeâs hands dropped from her face, moving down past her chest and to her waist, squeezing at the flesh of her stomach, pulling her even deeper onto his lips.
âjude, fuck,â y/n gasped as his hands dropped down to her thighs, lifting her up and hooking her legs round his waist.
âmissed you so fuckinâ much, pretty girl,â
her hands dragged down his chest, tugging on the loose material of his t-shirt.
judeâs lips dragged down her jaw and neck, peppering wet, hot kisses along her skin, walking back towards the bed.
he pulled her down her down against his bulge, half-hard in his joggers, jumping her against it as she moaned.
âdonât do that,â y/n hissed, subconsciously tilting her head to give him better access.
âdonât tell me what to do,â jude rasped, cock twitching in his trousers as he dropped her on the bed.
she bounced once as he stepped back, tossing his t-shirt off quickly.
she watched, eyes tracing every line of his body as he dropped his joggers. no boxers.
âlike what you see?â
âfuck off,â y/n rolled her eyes, looking to the mattress instead.
his hand moved to her face, pulling her chin back, gaze fixed on her pretty face.
âkeep your eyes on me, alright?â
she nodded.
jude let go of her chin, taking his dick into his hand, pumping himself as he watched her.
he caught the way y/nâs lips parted, staring at his pretty, swollen tip, leaking pre-cum. he spread it over the head, down his shaft, his dick painfully hard.
âcâmere, pretty,â
judeâs hand came to the back of her neck, leading her to sit up, breath hot on his dick.
she wrapped one hand round his shaft, letting jude guide his head onto her tongue.
he bulged inside of her mouth, hot and twitching as he groaned, head leaned back.
the muscles of his neck went taut, lips parted as his hand came to the back of his head. âthatâs it baby, suck harder fâme,â he groaned again as she did what she was told.
the room was filled with the wet sounds of her tongue lapping at the vein on the underside of his dick.
âalright, thatâs enough,â he pulled out of her mouth, a string of slick salvia and pre-cum connecting her swollen lips to his dick.
âjude,â y/n whined, his voice light and airy as he pushed her down onto the bed.
âget these out my way,â jude pushed her hands down out the way, pulling her legs apart.
there was something soâŚhot about jude when he manhandled her.
she moaned again as he knelt down, breath hot against her core. his fingers hooked under the waistband of her underwear, yanking them down to her ankles and throwing them off.
âstill regret it?â he rasped, her legs over his shoulders, âcominâ all this way?â
y/n shook her head, almost desperate.
âi donât, please, i d-donât,â
jude moved forwards, knees pushed right up to her chest, her pussy on show for him.
âso pretty,â he moved forwards, breath ghosting over her before he leaned down, licking a long stripe between her lips.
the moan she let out, a mix of a mewl and a whine, filled his ears as he groaned into her, letting the sound vibrate against her.
his hand came to her stomach, thumb rubbing messy, sloppy circles into her clit as he lapped at her arousal.
âjude, fuck, itâs sâgood,â
he hummed, pushing the tip of his long index finger against her hole.
âneed to open you up to fit me,â he murmured, pumping in and out of her as she moaned.
that was one thing about jude bellingham.
he was big, he knew it, and he had no problem in reminding y/n every time he opened her up for him.
âtastes even better than before,â he added another finger, doing a scissoring motion inside of her as he lapped at her juices, âtastes like heaven,â
jude held her legs apart so she couldnât hide either, lapping at her sweet pearl.
the third finger hurt, but he made it work, inching into her tight hole.
âbeen so long since we last did this,â he watched as his fingers pumped in and out of her, âyâsure you can still take it?â his voice was challenging and low.
âitâs not as big as you think,â
yes, it was a lie, but his ego was insane.
and then- thwack!
âjude!â
his hand came down in a slap, not too hard, right against her sensitive cunt as he pulled his dripping fingers out.
âmm?â he cocked his head, false innocence all over his face as he pushed one finger into his mouth, swirling his tongue round it, lapping up her sweet juices, before moving onto the next.
the sight was downright sinful.
âstop being an ass,â she pushed herself up, legs dropping back down, âor i swear, iâll walk right out this-,âÂ
âyou wonât,âÂ
y/n blinked up at him, his middle finger still in his mouth.
âyâknow you wonât, donât act thick,âÂ
his stupid accent was maddening.
jude pulled his finger out of his mouth with a wet, slick pop, hands moving to her waist to pull her down the bed, bending her over the edge.
âjust do what you do best and take my cock, okay?âÂ
y/n scowled at that.
âtakinâ it from the back so you donât have to see my face?âÂ
jude stopped at that. god, y/n was going to be the death of him.
âjust. stop. talking,â he pushed her down onto the bed, her chest pressed to the mattress, skirt bunched up over her waist as he pushed his tip between her lips.
âwell-,âÂ
his large hand reached round her, two long, thick fingers pushing into her mouth and pressing down on her tongue as she gagged.
that was one way to make her stop.
âyouâre so fuckinâ annoying sometimes,âÂ
jude guided his head into her, her moans muffled as he pushed one finger against her warm, wet tongue.
as soon as he had enough of him inside her, he pulled on her waist, inching into her hot pussy.
their moans complimented each other, ringing loud in the room, judeâs head thrown back.
his dick inched into her, filling her to the brim.
âjude, wait-,â y/n gasped, voice muffled into the duvet, his cock half buried inside her warm cunt.
ââs alright, you can take it,â he pushed down on her tongue again, rocking his hips gently back and forth, each thrust getting longer and deeper.
âso tight, fuck,â jude groaned, pulling his fingers from her mouth to push down her head.
he kept his rhythm til his tip slammed into her cervix, setting a quick, deep pace in and out of her.
the room was filled with the lewd sounds of skin on skin and their moans, mixed together.
âfuck- yes, yes, yes-,â y/n gasped, his hips snapping against her ass.
it felt like he was splitting her in half on his dick, her body burning with pleasure.
his hands moved down her body, grabbing her waist to pull her hard against him.
âmissed you so fuckinâ much,â jude rasped, slamming into her, âthat pretty face, those gorgeous little moans,â
his hand came to her hair, pulling her head up, his lips against her ear.
âevery time iâd finish a match, yâknow who iâd be thinkinâ about, hm?â
he gave her hair another soft tug, making her moan as he slammed into her again.
âm-me!â y/n gasped, lips parted in pleasure.
âyou,â jude whispered, voice low and deep, âjust thinkinâ about makinâ sweet, sweet love to my girl,â
y/n moaned as he angled his hips so he could slam into that spot that made her whine louder, a pretty, lewd sound.
âcâmere,â she felt judeâs big arms round her middle, pulling out of her for a split second before he turned her round and buried his cock back into her pussy, holding her up with his arms.
a muscle in his jaw ticked as he held her, their chests pressed together, her legs wrapped round his waist.
âtakinâ me so well, pretty,â he groaned into her ear, jumping her up and down on his cock, her nails dragging down his biceps.
âjude, âm so close, please,â y/n gasped, cheek on his shoulder.
âi know, love,â he swallowed, âme too,â
his dick slammed into her sweet spot, once, twice-
y/n felt her whole body let go, shuddering as her orgasm ripped through her, vision going white.
jude fucked her through her orgasm, peppering wet, hot kisses down her neck and chest.
he groaned, biting down into her neck as he finished, face flushed, his thick, hot cum spurting inside of her.
âfuck,â
his softening dick twitched inside of her for a second as he held her, legs slightly shaky, her nails buried into his biceps.
ââŚyâalright?â
y/n nodded against his shoulder as he swayed gently from side to side, pulling out of her softly.
she could feel a mix of her juices and his cum dribbling down her thigh as he rocked her gently, walking back towards the bed.
jude was surprisingly gentle as he put her down on the bed, grabbing a towel from the side and gently wiping away the remnants of their activities.
âcan do it myself,â she mumbled, reaching for the towel.
âdonât,â he moved his hand away, âitâs alright, okay? i can do it,â
it felt this every time. the sex was otherworldly and afterwards she just feltâŚemptier than before.
like their bodies were addicted to each other but their hearts? nothing.
ââm gonna shower,â jude moved back, tossing the towel into the laundry basket, âcoming?â
god, every time that happened, it ended the same.
theyâd end up tangled together, y/n on her knees in the shower, or jude with a leg hooked over his shoulder, tongue lapping at her pussy.
âiâm alright,â she swallowed, pushing her skirt back down and stepping back into her underwear.
jude nodded.
every night went the same; sex in the room, sex in the shower, then ending up tangled asleep together.
y/n didnât know if her heart could handle it this time.
she was a mess, her makeup (which she may have spend a few extra minutes on) messy from tears, her hair dishevelled from being pulled.
after his shower, jude swallowed.
he looked at the mirror. he looked fresh, in nothing but joggers now.
his broad chest was shining from the shower and post-sex glow, joggers hung low on his hips.
heâd spent the whole shower thinking about her, and heâd finally planned what he wanted to say. how he wanted to tell her that he wanted more.
that he wanted to date her, and spoil her, and love her.
that heâd always wanted that, but heâd been scared to tell y/n, so he settled onâŚwhatever they had now.
with a sigh, he opened the bedroom door. heâd just blurt it out, and hope it made sense.
âË⥠she a bad lil' chick, a fly lil' chick. âË⥠â
ę° mean!wife!mother!black!fem reader â bad era!father!michaelęą
ę° HEADCANONS ęą
âË⥠word countâË⥠â ę° đŽ,đąđŽđđ ęą
âË⥠INSPIRED BYâË⥠â the song Independent by Webbie ft. Boosie Badazz & Lil Phat
âË⥠containsâË⥠â two year age gap m(30) you(32). angst. domestic fluff. reader is an entrepreneur. mentions of tabloids. mentions of his vitiligo. sexual themes (so minors dni, youâll be blockity blocked !)
LOCATION : NEVERLAND RANCH ŕ¨ŕ§
âË⥠đâË⥠â Michael gets mad once you yell at your children for pissing you off lately.
You gifted Michael two kids just like he asked. Two twin boys! Solan & Sean, both five years old. But they got on your last nerves when you thought you finally had some alone timeâdamn, you were wrong.
There was a walk-in closet in your shared bedroom with Michael that was HUGE. You would hurry and go pour yourself a glass of wine. You hid it in one of your heel shoe boxes, and put it back where it was before anyone saw you.
âsighâJesus.â You moved your hair out the way, tucking your fresh sew-in behind your ear as you sat down on the carpet.
You left the closet door a bit cracked so you would still hear if anyone was in danger but you shouldâve closed it and locked it once you had the chance.
The glass was being brought to your lips so you had a sip, a feeling of finally being away from the noise and the word âMommy!â every two seconds.
Footsteps were coming toward the closet door, but you were busy sipping on your wine while your head was resting on the wall behind you. "Mhmm," a hum came from you, expressing the satisfaction of the wine touching your taste buds.
"Mommy!" a voice called out, and you immediately opened your eyes and looked toward the door to see both of your boys staring at you. "What y'all want now?" You smacked your lips as you set down your glass between your legs in an attempt to hide it.
"Ouu, what's that? I want taste!" Sean yelled as he came to you; his brother followed behind him.
"Boy, no. I love you, but you can't have this. Only adults can." You raised your eyebrows at them as you fixed their clothes from them playing earlier.
"Butâwhyyy?" they whined while jumping up and down. You shut your eyes and massaged your temples before you looked back at them. "Gon find ya daddy with all this," you shoed them away.
They didn't move a muscle; they just stared at you with pouts. Sean's arms were crossed, and Solan's hands were just by his side as his eyes started to water.
"No, no, we not doing this. MICHAEL!" you yelled at your husband, who was doing who knows what.
It was silent for about a minute until you heard your husband's voice in the distance."Yesss..?" he said, coming around the corner and came into the closet.
âCome get these damn kids, please.â You said then tucked your lips.
âHeyy, why so upset?â He said while walking closer to you and grabbing onto the boyâs hands.
âI just need some me time, thatâs all.â you said in a calm voice.
â' Me timeâ for what, from whom?â he questioned. Bringing his head forward in confusion.
âMichaelâIâm looking at em,â You said, putting your head in their direction.
âThe kids..â you added on.
It was silent before he spoke again.
âYou donât gotta shout at them though,â he said with a grimace.
âI barely shouted, youâre so dramatic.â You shook your head and looked forward to your clothes that were hung up.
âWell, I can take them to go watch a movie?â Michael suggested.
âYes, yes that would be great!â You saidâa bit..too excited?
Michael could tell you were being sarcastic but he put up with it any other day, so it wasnât new.
âHave fun with your âme timeâ,â he said, bringing the boys with him and let out a quick chuckle before he shut the door behind him.
âË⥠đâË⥠â You cleaned around the house one time without mentioning it to anyone so now Michael thinks youâre mad that no one is helping you (where you were).
Michael was walking around the house humming tunes from his own songs and then immediately stopped in his tracks once he saw you cleaning.
âHoney?â He asked, now walking towards you.
You completely ignored him, continuing to sweep while also humming a song. And what made it even worse was that you were wearing that favorite gown of Michaelâs that he liked seeing you wear around the house.
He thought you were mad, so he didnât even think about touching you.
The song in your head completely came to an end as you slowly looked up from the floor to Michael.
He looked fine too, but you couldnât admit that right now.
âWhat.â You said, while leaning against the broom.
âDo you need help? Whatâs wrong?â Here he go with all these questions, you thought.
âNo, I donât need help. You can go back and sip on that OJ of yours.â You snapped.
Michael was speechless for a bit. He was never the one who would never helped someoneâespecially his beloved wife.
âWell, uhh, you look good while doing itâbut lemme help, please.â He confessed, completely lost in your dress.
You stared blankly at him and licked your lips, not remembering you had your cocoa butter lip gloss on.
"Michael-" you got cut off.
"Listen, I don't know if you're mad at me for something I did. ButâI can pay for your nails and your toes if you allow me..." He yapped along and gave a nervous smile after he made eye contact with you.
You sucked on your cheek to hide a smile that was forming on your face, but you always get excited once you hear anything about getting your nails and feet doneâespecially if he's paying.
"Oh, really?" you asked as you squinted, scanning his face even though you knew he was being serious.
"Yes?" he said in a 'duh' tone.
"Here you go; call me when you get done," you said with a toothy smile on your face as you handed him a cloth and the broom. Then went to instantly grab your drink and run to the bedroom.
Michael scoffed as he watched you scurry away, hearing your contagious laugh fade in the distance.
âË⥠đâË⥠â Michael once brought up an event he went to years ago and slipped up and said Big Berthaâs (Diana Ross) name in his story he was telling while you were cooking dinner, completely not even thinking of it.
The house was smelling like the delicious recipe of your favorite meal that your mom made for you, and now the whole house loves it.
You were walking around wearing the custom-made apron the nanny gifted you two months ago to celebrate a big milestone in your business.
The smell of the food had everyone in a good mood, the kids were bathed and playing with each other, and you had just came back from shopping for the kids and from the grocery store.
And then there was your husband, who was babbling about his stories, and we all know he loves to gossip.
Both of you were giggling about what was being said about other people, until he said something that struck a nerve.
"Anddd I was talking to Bill about my awards and I see Miss Diana staring, and then I just look back at him and continue talking and we got interrupted by a m-â he looked back up at you to see you frozen in place.
âWhich Diana?â You felt your jaw clenching and your grip tightening on the wooden spoon that was in your hand.
âHuh..?â Michael asked you as he started scratching the back of his neck.
âIf you can âhuhâ, you can hear.â You put down your spoon and leaned over the kitchen counter to look him dead in his eye.
âItâs um..it wasâDiana Ross..â he said in a nervous tone, because he knew you get heated once her name is mentionedâeven though he didnât try to get you upset.
âUgghh donât mention that bitches name around me no more.â You pointed with a finger and went back to taste-testing your food.
âSorry..â he let out a laugh that seemed like he was tryna hide his nervousness from ticking you off so easily.
âË⥠đâË⥠â You, being the protective wife that you are, always take up for him once interviews start getting more invasive and rude than genuinely curious. The audacity??
Michael was getting slightly irritated by answering some of these questions and you could tell. He was holding onto your hand for support because he knew you were going to snap sooner or later.
He was good with his words and how he responded to questionsâbut you on the other hand, werenât holding back a damn thing.
âWhat do you think about the Tabloids?â The man asked.
Michael looked over to you, just to see you not even turning in his direction as you tucked your lips to keep yourself from saying something immediately.
âUm-â he thought.
âAbout them saying you bleached your skin? Did you bleach your skin?â The man added, furrowing his eyebrows in confusion.
You both went silent as you noticed Michael squeezing your hand harder than before.
âExcuse me?â You asked as you shifted in your seat to get closer. The shades you were shading immediately came off and you moved your hair out of the way as your bangles clacked.
âIs it true?â The man was clearly trying to get a reaction out of both of you. You could tell he grew hungrier for an answer than growing respect for the sake of youâHIS WIFE and him.
âThe fact that you even say such a thing while Iâm hereâactually you shouldnât be saying that at all!â You protested as you lifted a finger in expression.
Michael was gnawing on his bottom lip as he stayed quiet as you clapped back at him.
âDid you come to interview him and me, or did you come here to put him down over some fucking Tabloids?â You cursedâyou never regretted what you said to people who were mean to him, on television, or not. People were blatantly rude to him and took his shyness for weakness and you didnât like that whatsoever.
âMaâamââ a voice said behind the camera. Michael instantly looked over to see someone trying to calm you down so they could move on to the next question.
âNo, no, weâre not doing this. Either interview us correctly without being rude or we can leave.â You said while putting back on your shades and grabbing onto Michaelâs hand.
Michael grinned a bit because he loved when you stood up for him, even when the both of you werenât very PR trained.
âThank you,â he mumbled under his breath.
You quickly looked at him and flashed him a smile before you looked back at the camera.
âË⥠đâË⥠â Makes your husband eat, no matter the fuss he puts up about it.
âListen Michael, I understand youâre busy on tour but you gotta eat baby..â You caressed his shoulder
He played around with his food, the fork clacking against the plate as he stared at it.
Your patience was running thin and you wanted your man to be healthy and properly fed before doing his big tours like this.
âGive it here,â You snatched the fork out of his hand and immediately picked some of the food you made him on the fork.
âOpen ya mouth.â You demanded holding the fork up to his lips.
He stared up at you throwing his eyelashes, looking like a deer in headlights because you were forcing him to eat.
âCâmon.â You demanded once again and watched his mouth open slowly at your command.
Knowing deep down inside he loved when you cared and loved on him even when he would be a bit stubborn at times.
He flashed a smile at you before he started chewing.
âChew and swallowâI ainât make this food for nothing.â You patted him on his back as you sat back in your chair and watched him eat.
âË⥠đâË⥠â Got tipsy together, andddd ended up having sex. Then you began to slip out some things you thought about Michael and the Tabloids.
One night you and Michael drank two shots of alcohol and your kids were away at your Motherâs house and when I tell youuuu, y'all had a time!
He was giving it his all in missionary while he kissed over all your neck, collarbone, and then your lips.
Michael was hitting the right spots and kept hitting your G-spot over and over again. And then there it wasâthe build in passion but anger that you were holding in for some time.
âMmm, how could they say such things..ngghh..about you Mikey,â you moaned with a bit of anger behind your voice against his neck as he whimpered at your confession.
âYouâre just soâbeautiful.â You cooed while absentmindedly playing with his soft curls.
He was so lost in pure bliss as he watched where you two connectedâbeing a huge whimpering mess above you.
âYâknow that?â You asked him, completely dazed.
âYes, baby, I know.â He moaned as he appreciated every one of your curvesâincluding your waist, breast, and your beautiful eyes.
You brought him in for a deeply passionate kiss to show him how much you actually appreciated his beauty despite what people had said about him.
âË⥠đâË⥠â Whenever you came to rehearsal with him before his tour you would always point out something along with Michael, but of course he always pointed them out before you did.
Michaelâs hair was messy from dancing and collected sweat from his forehead as he danced.
Then there was you, sitting on top of a tall metal box watching over what was going onâof course in your shades. Nodding your head at the beats as you saw your husband dancing across the stage like he always did, turning around to see your approval.
He put a thumbs up to let you know everything was going well while he was talking to his stage crew.
A beat dropped at the wrong time, not âletting it simmerâ, he would call it.
âRememberrrr, you gotta let it simmer. Letâs do that again.â He yelled.
He was a huge perfectionist, and you were too. The more you came to his rehearsals you would see how much you started to turn into him by pointing out a change in pitch.
âYup, letâs go.â You said as you nodded and waited for the beat to drop again.
Michael laughed once he heard you agree too and instantly locked in for his next move.
He began dancing as usual, walking across the stage, and stopped at a point to do his regular leg move.
âAht, Aht! Whereâs the drums on that part?â You yelled over the music, and it stopped.
Michael looked back at you and then at the drummer, waiting for their response.
âOh Iâm sorry,â the drummer said, fixing the position of his drum stickers were in.
âItâs fine, just make sure youâre on que.â You said as you lowered your shades and then moved them back up over your eyes.
âWhat she said.â Michael agreed as he pointed back at you, and got back in position.
no way she didnât fucking knowđ. iâm not falling for that excuse of her naming herself ebony because of her hair.
I'm not even from England but I know for a damn fact that people over there don't use that term like that. The only time white brits use it is when they need to categorise porn or fetish content centred around black people.
I want to give her the benefit of the doubt but I've seen the "I was uneducated" excuse too many time among white folk. It's staring to sound like a go-to excuse for everything.
The same device you use to access Tumblr.com is the same device you can used to learn something new!
Black folk cannot be the only ones who know not to copy other POC's cultural flows.
treating you like my older sister right now, but this guy wants to take me on a date to mcdonalds right now likeeeee đ also he believes the allegations coz he gets his info from tiktok đ what dâyou think?? how many courses should a girl be served on her first date?
five courses or nothing.
on a more serious note, you donât wanna commit with someone whoâs most reliable source of info is tiktok, and yeah money could be tight but maccies as a first date is a bit poor, couldâve gone to some restaurant and asked to split or something.
ââ§Â°đ˛Öźđ˘ Summary: Michaelâs brothers can cross too many lines sometimes, and Michael knows his girl looks good, especially when she wears jeans.
ââ§Â°đ˛Öźđ˘ wc.: 2.3k
ââ§Â°đ˛Öźđ˘ Byi: mdni, 18+ smut established relationship, curvy/thick reader, P in V, unprotected sex, interrupted sex, thigh fucking,
ââ§Â°đ˛Öźđ˘ a/n: Inspired by Bobby V.âs âTell Meâ, and the fact that I think I own maybe 3 pairs of jeans that arenât bellbottoms, lol.
Bellbottom jeans were absolutely one of the best fashion statements of the 60âs-70âs, however, by â79 the fad had started to die out.
Not for Mikeâs girl though, and definitely not for his eyes when he shamelessly watched your heartshaped ass swaying as you walked. Or when itâs a late fall afternoon, and youâre reaching out for a glass thatâs just slightly out of reach, very subtly having to jump to grab it.
Whatâs 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. Michaelâs 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.
âDamn girl, you gonna tear those things or what?â 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, âTito, watch your eyes. Thereâs nothing down there thatâs for you,â your teeth showing in a grin, as you slapped the brotherâs arm, scooching your way over to the ice box.
âYeah, Mikeâs gettinâ all that. Ainât that right Mike?â Tito called out to the younger brother, laughing, as he pushed an exhaling Jackie.
âDamn right he is, look at him,â Marlon gestured over, âactinâ all shy like we donât hear them gettinâ it on at night. Ooh, Mikey, you hittinâ it so good,â He mocked in a whiney voice, dodging as you hurled an ice cube at him, the cubeâs target instead becoming Michael when it hits him in the face.
âSorry, baby. Didnât mean for that to hit you,â You said with an apologetic frown before turning to Marlon with narrowed eyes, âI was aiminâ for Marlon,â
Michael rolled his eyes at his brothersâ teases, âEnough out of all of you guys, donât gotta talk about her like that,â he mumbled out, peeling open the back of Marlonâs 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 Michaelâs hand wrap around your free one, dragging you to him possessively.
Mike would never admit it, but sometimes his brothersâ teases did cause him a little upset, a ball of heat rising in his chest. Only getting bigger with each joke. He didnât like it when theyâd speak about you so vulgarly knowing they each had their own girls. The boysâ talks would mention recent music updates, the current sports teams theyâd 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, âyou tap that yet?â, âbut how well does she suck it?â, and inappropriate hand gestures, but heâd always shake his head, stammering a, âI donât see how thatâs any of yâalls business,â followed by his brothers exclaiming how their sweet ând innocent angel of a little brother Michael couldnât possibly handle, âall thatâ. Heâd 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.
Youâd 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, âHe ainât know how to take care of business,â 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 Mikeâs girl and never meant any harm, itâd 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.
âMikey baby, where we going?â You murmured, making your steps onto the plush carpeted stairs, knowing damn well.
âJusâ goinâ to my room. Itâs quieter anyways, theyâre all beinâ stupid,â 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 youâd stand up, brushing your pants off and the way your shit would move. It was so sexual and you werenât even doing anything. Not really. Though you mightâve 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 youâd 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.
âMichael..stop teasinâ,â 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.
âJusâ be patient girl, âm gonna get you there. I always do,â
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 didnât push deeper, in fact he slid right back out with a pop, and you cried out in frustration,
âMikey, just fuck me, please. I feel like âm dyinââ 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, âhmmâ 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.
âI wanna do somethinâ different, is that okay sweet baby?â 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,
ââm gonna need words from you babygirl,â 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.
âYes, fu-, Michael, itâs fine, please just do somethinâ,â 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.
âMm, baby you feel so good like this, feel like this where âm meant to be, right in between yâ legs,â
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 hadnât 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.
âHow âbout that, mama? Am I fuckinâ your thighs good? Hmm?â He asked, opening his eyes as he looked at your slack-jawed expression. He slowed his thrusts, when you didnât respond. Tapping your ass and watching it jiggle.
âCâmon girl, answer me,â
âY-yes, Mike, fuckinâ my thighs real good,â
âYeah? Want me to be inside you for real now?â 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.
âThatâs it, takinâ it so well fâme,â 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.
âRight there, oh youâre hittinâ it so goodâ Maybe Marlon hadnât 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 didnât care.
âFeel so fucking good mikey oh shit, âmm gonna cum,â you moaned out.
âBaby, watch your mouth,â Michael frowned, hypocritically criticizing your language as a string of quiet curses spilled out.
Your eyes widened as you heard the sound of the boysâ low voices and heavy footsteps approached the door.
âWait-mm, Mike stop,â you patted his arm that had caged you in, trying to grab his attention. But he didnât stop, instead continuing to pound into you even deeper, dragging out moans you desperately tried to cover up.
âI know yâall not in there fuckinâ like animals,â Marlon teased, as the laughter of the other brothers followed.
âCâmon Marlon, leave âem alone now,â Jackie smacked his teeth.
âAll yâall needa leave, âm busy,â Michael called out, his thrusts not slowing as he spoke. âDonât need an audience when âm with my girl,â he muttered frustratedly, fingers going to rub his eyelids
Tito and Marlon cackled, âYeah Mike, âm sure youâre real busy right now,â
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 hadnât been the first instance that the annoying brothers had gotten in the way of you and Michaelâs 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 Michaelâs parents out of the house for a few hours, youâd-in prenut clarity- decided you didnât care about the boys outside the door, and Michael? Well Michael thought heâd show out.
âOh fuck! âm so close baby, please. Donât stop, oh donât stop, âm gonna cum, âm cumminââ you moaned, fucking back against him,
âOh shit,â Marlonâs voice quieting as he looked at his other two brothers, âGuess he can take care on businessâ
The slap of skin was heard outside the door, Jackies voice following, âMarlon leave âem the hell alone,â
âWhat? âM jusâ sayinââ Marlon reached his hand up to rub at his neck awkwardly.
âFor real though Mike, we âsâposed to be leavinâ soon, hurry it up,â Jackie yelled out, ushering Marlon and Tito back downstairs, the fading sounds of footsteps following.
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,
âYâ know, we ainât gotta leave right nowâŚâ 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, âNo baby, we gotta go-mmph,â he interrupted your sentence, placing light kisses on your lips as you spoke, âYour brothers are already, mmph waiting for us. Don-mmph wanna make them late too,â
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 youâd known this boy and his little tricks.
âNo, we are leaving, get dressed câmon,â 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.
You were laying facing him, having gone to bed with you snuggling into the warm skin of his bare, back.
Michael always woke up before you. His body was stiff from sleeping in the same position all night long, careful not to disturb you. He gently untangled his long limbs from yours, shifting his body to face you.
And oh, God.
When you shifted, the thin strap of your silk camisole slipped down, and your right breast fell free from the fabric, your brown nipple already hard from the morning chill.
He really felt like he had no choice. You were his sweet, gorgeous best friendâthe one woman on earth who could make his body ache and his dick rock hard within a matter of two seconds.
He shifted his weight down a little bit, his dark eyes darkening further as he hovered over you. He ran the pad of his thumb directly across your hard, sensitive bud, glancing up through his lashes to see if you were awake.
When he saw you were still fast asleep, your breathing even and deep, his mind raced. His heavy cock twitched inside his white cotton boxers.
He ducked his head down, flicking his pink tongue right along your peak, a soft, pathetic whine catching in the back of his throat at the rich taste of you. He had dreamed about this for years.
His big, dark eyes flickered back up to your face, checking again. Your lips were parted just a little bit, looking so innocent.
His chest felt entirely too warm, his stomach aching with need. He knew he really shouldnât be doing this to his best friendâthe one line he swore he wouldn't cross when you two were just hanging out, watching movies and eating takeout. But you hadnât ever let him touch you like this in all those years of friendship, and the temptation was eating him alive.
His lips gently enclosed around your nipple, drawing you in. His eyes almost rolled back into his head from how hot and good it felt.
He hadnât even noticed that his right hand had drifted down, gently palming his heavy length right through the cotton of his boxers as he sucked your hard peak.
Your body shifted slightly, your torso rolling more onto your back as you continued to sleep, completely unaware your best friend was greedily devouring your exposed flesh.
He was already dangerously close, and he had barely even started. His tip was leaking pre-cum, wetting the fabric of his underwear, his hand frantically stroking himself while he gazed up at your pretty face.
His breathing was shaky and ragged. He was almost terrified of what would happen if you were to wake up right now, of how he would ever explain himself to you without losing you.
âMmhâŚâ he whimpered softly against your skin.
And then, as if sensing his desperation, you unconsciously arched your back up more into his mouth, chasing the friction.
Michaelâs cock twitched violently, his entire body trembling. He spurted hot semen into his boxers, biting down on his lower lip to swallow a loud, breathy moan right around your peak.
Reluctantly, chest heaving, he pulled away. He stared down at your dark nipple, now glistening slickly with his saliva. Fuck, he didnât know how much more of this secret torture he could take.
With shaky hands, he slipped out of his king-sized bed and practically scrambled into the bathroom to clean himself up.
By the time he came back out, looking flushed and trying desperately to act casual, you were stretching your arms over your head and rubbing your sleepy eyes.
âGood morninâ, Mike,â you mumbled, your voice thick with sleep.
He stood by the edge of the bed, offering a breathless, nervous little smile as he looked down at you.
âGâmorning, Angel,â he whispered, his heart still hammering against his ribs.
this is like one of my fav vids of michael.. because of his SMILE (he looks so happy), his VOICE (the raspđŤŚ), his HEIGHT (those long ass legs ommgg), his OUTFIT (esp those gold pants hollyy fuck), his HAIR, the way heâs even swinging his arm on time. literally just him. JUST HIM. EVERYTHING ABOUT HIM. I NEED HIMMMMMMMMMMM.
(just realised his voice wasnât raspy.. he had laryngitis..đ)
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