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On the Clock | (c.hs)

PAIRING: Vernon x f. reader SUMMARY: Modern problems call for modern solutions, including naming a random stranger in the book store as your boyfriend to avoid an embarrassing encounter with your ex. The problem? The stranger is Vernon and he’s not supposed to be a stranger at all - he’s your coworker, and now everyone at the office - including your ex - thinks you’re dating. WC: 20,296 AU: Faking dating, Coworkers to Lovers, Romcom GENRE: Smut, some fluff and crack RATING: 18+ Minors are strictly prohibited from engaging in and reading this content. It contains explicit content and any minors discovered reading or engaging with this work will be blocked immediately. WARNINGS: Reader has some insecurity about how her working hard is perceived, some ranting about Being A Girlboss, a little bit of inner angst, my bad attempts at humor, reader’s ex boyfriend SUCKS sorry to all the Minho’s of the world I named him after, explicit language, some minor commentary on power dynamics, Star Wars Lore, explicit sexual content including unprotected vaginal sex (never do this), oral (f. receiving), nipple play, vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, a little bit of a handjob, some cum eating if you squint, Vernon was supposed to be a freak but I made him soft instead, mutual pining. A/N: Thank you to @camandemstudios for allowing me to be a part of the Lonely Hearts Collab. I’m honored to be among such amazing writers and I cannot wait to see what everyone else wrote. A/N 2: Thank you to the (w)hor(e)anghae squad @daechwitatamic @eoieopda and @jihopesjoint for beta reading this and letting me blind pass it over so I wouldn’t have to read it again because I don’t like it :)

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ne6nguts

no words, just wow

#hansol x reader #vernon x reader #svt fic #literally going insane

kittyflanders

Come Out, Come Out ; Jerry Dandridge x reader

summary: You work on the Strip, and recently moved just outside of the city. Your neighbours all keep to themselves, except for one. Your slightly unsettling, but very hot neighbour. Weird things start happening, and you realize he might be a little too desperate to get you out of your house.

word count & w a r n i n g s: 6.1K | SMUT (eventually), female reader, no use of y/n, no descriptions of physical appearance but reader does live in Las Vegas and works at a casino, Jerry being kind of a weirdo freak who fucks with you for weeks, vampire coercion/manipulation/persuasion, wet dreams/nightmares, themes of loneliness, (technically) ownership kink, scent kink, blood kink, blood drinking, biting, vampire sex, vampire/human sex, monster fucking, unprotected sex, p in v.

a/n: not beta-read, we die like men. requested by anonymous – thank you for this delicious idea!! considering most of my fics are quick junk food fics, this is KIND OF a slow burn for me. banners by @/adornedwithlight, @/saradika-graphics, and @/arminsumi!! gif found on pinterest!

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devushkanextdoor

such a perv ────୨୧──── m. jackson

wc: 3k

coupling: michael jackson x fem!reader

era: off the wall

summary: you catch michael jerking off to one of your sexy little polaroid pics that he stole from your boyfriend's wallet. The sweet girl that you are, you decide to put him out his misery.

warnings: heavy smut with little plot, cheating, dom!reader, sub!michael, virgin!michael, creampie (sorry not sorry), f! oral receiving, m! oral receiving, michael is heavily inexperienced,

a/n: I’ve lowk been wanting to write something virgin michael based & this is what I came up with!! & also I’ve been in heat this week for some reason so fuck all that cute shit here’s sumthin dirty xoxo

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ne6nguts

saving this to read l8r 😇😇😇😇😇😇

#michael jackson #idk how to tag this #how to save stuff on here #ok

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3 yrs ago, my life changed forever 🥹

#3 year tumblrversary #tumblr milestone

lil6uapa

chlorine michael jackson

michael jackson x f!reader ────୨ৎ──── ♡ wc: 4.3k

synopsis: childhoodbsf!mj and reader in a hot tub... what can go wrong? (or right :D)

cw: smut, switch!michael, hot tub sex, dry humping, dirty talk, praise, tensionnn, mutual pining, michael jackson being a whimperer (surprise), creampie

based off bad!era mj but any era works (i think)

the hot tub lights cast soft blue ripples across the water, reflecting against the stone around the edge of the patio. the early summer night air brushed against your damp skin coolly in contrast to the heat of the water, while music drifted faintly from somewhere inside the house. overhead, the sky was dark and cloudless, a soft breeze moving through the otherwise still night.

redribbonfawn

Forgive me, Father

summary: Michael has always been so careful with you, reverent in his own way. But today, in a church pew with his family mere feet away, you decide to show him exactly what sin tastes like — and how delicious it can be. ˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀

warning: sexual themes, smut, 18+, very public sexual activity, religious guilt (in a hot way), crazy amount of blasphemy, handjob, loss of virginity, praise kink, brief size kink if you squint your eyes ⊹˚. ♡.𖥔 ݁

a/n: i don't even know what to say.... I’m probably going to hell with them lol <3 enjoy ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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There was something almost sanctified about the way the late-morning light poured through the stained-glass windows, bathing Michael in a soft golden halo that clung to the gentle contours of his heart-stopping features. The sun caught almost ethereally on his sun-warmed skin, turning his coiled brown hair into threads of amber, and making those delicate, doe-like eyes look like molten honey.

He was biting nervously at his plump lower lip again, the way he always did when he was trying so hard to focus, his sharp jaw tightening faintly, and the sight alone sent a slow, liquid heat pooling low in your belly.

You and your adorable boyfriend had only just begun exploring the intimate territory between you — soft, tentative touches in the dark, wandering hands, breathless grinding that left you both trembling, but never quite crossing the final line. You had always respected his hesitations. The religious upbringing ran deep in him; you could see it in the flicker of guilt that sometimes shadowed his eyes whenever desire threatened to pull him under. He was still so new to all of this, still so reverent, and God help you, you loved him for it. It made him all the more alluring and desirable. Perhaps it was the way so many men had thrown themselves at you before, so quickly, so easily, whenever the opportunity arose — but not your sweet Mikey, ever the gentleman. It was almost like you were a present he was slowly, shakily unwrapping — day by day, one soft and gentle rip of paper at a time.

Yet today, sitting beside him in the small family church not too far away from the grand Jackson estate, something had shifted inside you. It was like every small movement he made — the nervous shift of his shoulders beneath his crisp white shirt, the quiet exhale as the choir swelled, the way his long fingers flexed against his thigh — sent your thoughts spiraling to sin, here in this house of worship. Consistent heat kept rushing downward, settling heavy and insistent between your thighs, making you clench involuntarily, seeking any scrap of relief for that deep ache, as a flush crawled up your neck beneath the collar of your dress.

You should have probably felt guilty. This was holy ground. His entire family sat only two pews ahead, far enough that they wouldn’t notice, but close enough that discovery felt like a possibility. Instead, the very sanctity of the place made the hunger feel sharper, dirtier, more intoxicating. Sinful. The contrast of it all consumed you.

You smoothed your shaky hands over the long white silk dress you'd chosen, its cream color and long modest cut meant to blend seamlessly with the devout atmosphere. The sweetheart neckline edged in delicate lace hugged your breasts just enough to raise an eyebrow if someone were to stare — a delicious temptation. But the final touch was the small golden crucifix resting warm against your sun-kissed skin, dangling right in the valley of your cleavage like a dare. A contradiction. Innocent and guilty all at once.

Forgive me, Father, for I am about to sin — though the thought barely carried any remorse. With your heart fluttering against your ribs, you oh so subtly let your thigh nudge closer to his right beneath the wooden pew. The contact was innocent enough on the surface — just the gentle press of silk against the fine black wool of his Sunday slacks. But the shiver that raced up your spine told you everything. You felt him tense beside you, the muscle in his leg jumping under your touch. It was almost like he knew exactly what trap you were setting.

Michael's breath caught in his throat.

The sermon had only just begun, the priest’s voice steady and familiar through the church — but today it felt distant, softened, almost submerged. He tried — he really tried — to focus on the words, on the familiar hymns, on anything other than the warm, living heat of your thigh pressed so deliberately against his. But you looked so undeniably stunning in that dress, your curves barely contained by the “modest” fabric. He’d spent nights imagining what lay beneath it — your skin, your wetness, the taste of you. He’d imagined you writhing beneath him, above him, calling out his name in a way that would make God himself blush. The more you two touched, the harder it became to hold onto his holy thoughts — waiting before marriage, staying pure, all the teachings that had been drilled into him since childhood. The small thread keeping him from taking everything was fraying, breaking, about to snap entirely.

You slowly, with intent, moved your hand from your own lap and found it resting on his thigh, still displaying that innocent look for anyone who might glance over, then began sliding higher — fingertips tracing tiny teasing circles dangerously close to his zipper. His world began to crumble immediately.

Michael's eyes widened, cheeks flushing hot with a pink hue. He closed his eyes, exhaling deeply in an attempt to regain control, but it was already too late. From the moment you touched him, blood rushed hot and fast downward. The small touch making him acutely aware of how hard he was getting, the growing bulge becoming painfully obvious beneath the thin barrier of clothing. Along with the arousal came that insistent shame, curling tight in his chest, torn in a relentless battle with desire — the same battle that had come up many times before during your sensual endeavors. It made his pulse thunder in his ears. From the very first time he felt you like that — slick and desperate against his jeans — he knew he couldn’t resist. But he had promised the Lord he would try.

When he dared glance at you, he almost choked. You looked the picture of perfect innocence — eyes forward, your other hand resting gently in your lap, that golden crucifix rising and falling gently with your calm breathing. The sight of the small pendant between your breasts only made everything worse. His gaze lingered a second too long, eyes tracing the delicate chain and how it lay against the soft swell of your cleavage, before he caught himself and jerked his eyes back to the altar.

You could see it written all over his face: pure, unholy desire. So you did what any good girlfriend would do and moved your hand up and closer, fingers stopping just above the tent in his pants before softly palming him through the fabric. Michael had to stifle the whimper that threatened to escape, both his hands grabbing the edge of the wooden bench so hard his knuckles pulling taut. His breathing came shallow and uneven.

You couldn't help the soft little giggle that escaped you — barely audible, just for him. Then you leaned in, slow and casual as if simply adjusting your position, your lips brushing against the shell of his ear, warm breath ghosting over sensitive skin.

“You’re so hard for me already, baby,” you whispered, your voice low and sweet beneath the organ music. “Right here in God’s house. Does it feel sinful, my angel?” You paused, letting your hand move slightly. “But you like it, don’t you? Don’t want me to stop?"

A soft, broken sound nearly escaped him at your words. He bit down hard on his lower lip, eyes fluttering shut. In this holy place, with his family mere feet away, being touched by you like this — it was the most sinful, exquisite torture. Every nerve ending screamed for more even as his conscience warred against it.

Your palm pressed harder, rubbing up and down in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

Michael's hand found yours, but he didn't push you away. Instead, he covered it with his own, holding it there, pressing it down against the hardness beneath his slacks. When his eyes met yours, they were dark and glassy with conflict — shame burning bright, but desire burning brighter. The look he gave you was raw, pleading, almost like you were his sin made flesh and the answer to his prayer all at once.

He didn't need to speak. The understanding passed between you in that single, loaded glance.

Don't stop. Please don't stop.

Then, with a boldness that made your own breath catch, you slowly pulled the zipper down and slipped your hand beneath the waistband of his pants and underwear, your fingers wrapping around his thick bare length. The contact was electric. So many nights you’d wondered how he would feel like this — warm skin, no barrier between you. Your mouth watered at the thought of tasting him, of feeling him come undone on your tongue. If you weren’t surrounded by his family and the other people nearby, you would have done it right then and there.

Michael’s entire body went rigid. His jaw clenched so hard you thought he might break his teeth, his head tilting back at the sheer pleasure of your touch before he caught himself. He quickly pulled his head back down, remembering where he was, trying desperately to act normal. But the pleasure spilled through in one hand gripping the pew while the other found your thigh, holding on like you were the only thing keeping him grounded. A strangled whimper caught in his throat — so close to escaping, so desperately held back.

The feel of his large hand against your thigh made you let out a small whimper, the sound eliciting a twitch from his cock. You couldn’t resist anymore. The need to touch him, to really feel him, was overwhelming. So you began moving your hand slowly, dragging up and down, feeling him throb against your palm. His breathing came in short, shallow gasps. His thighs trembled beneath his slacks.

“Shh,” you whispered, your lips still at his ear. “Gotta stay quiet for me, baby. Be a good boy for me and I’ll make it feel even better.”

He nodded, barely, his eyes squeezed shut so tight his lashes trembled against his cheeks. Sweat beaded at his temple. He was already getting closer — the way his cock twitched in your hand, the way his hips were trying so desperately not to thrust up into your grip. He’d been wound up all through the service, and now with your bare hand on him along with your dirty words, it was only a matter of time.

Your hand began moving faster, stroking him with purpose, feeling the way his entire body shook with the effort of staying silent.

“That’s it,” you murmured, sweet and filthy all at once. “S’good for me, let it all go baby.”

His breathing hitched. His hand gripped your thigh so hard you were sure it would leave marks. With a final, strangled exhale that he managed to suppress into barely a whisper — he came.

Hot, thick spurts of cum coating your hand and the inside of his pants. His cock pulsed and twitched in your grip, each contraction sending another wave through him. His whole body went tense, trembling with the force of it, his face flushed deep crimson, his eyes rolling back for just a fraction of a second before he forced them open again.

You kept moving your hand gently through it, drawing out every last pulse, every final shudder. “That’s my good boy,” you whispered, so tender it made the sin of it all feel even deeper. “So so perfect, all for me.”

When the tide of pleasure washed over him, you slowly, carefully withdrew your hand. He was shaking — actually shaking — beside you, his breathing still ragged, his mind clearly somewhere far away from the priest's sermon.

You looked down at your hand, glistening with his release, then deliberately wiped it across the white silk of your dress — a visible stain, a secret mark of what you’d just done to him in the house of God.

Michael’s eyes widened when he saw it, shame and arousal warring across his features in equal measure. But even overwhelmed, coming down from the euphoric feeling, he still reached for you — the sweet and loving side of him falling back into place like it always did. He pressed a shaky kiss to your cheek, his voice trembling. “You’re everything to me. Everything.” Tender but desperate, like he needed you to know even as he was unraveling.

He grabbed the other hand that had been laying in your lap and gently placed a kiss on it, the gesture both sweet and urgent. Butterflies formed immediately at his still-sweet touch — a true contrast to the way his body had just trembled against you.

You knew this was far less than what you wanted. The thought of having all of him inside you made your core ache. You understood what this moment was: finally tasting a fruit once forbidden. So when you leaned in close and whispered against his ear, the words came out naturally, almost on instinct. “I don’t think we’re finished yet, Mikey.”

His entire body went still. His eyes widened, pupils dilating as the implication hit him. A soft, barely audible whimper escaped him before he could catch it.

You felt the way he trembled beside you, the way his hand instinctively reached for your thigh again. You squeezed his hand gently, like a silent promise of what was to come.

The service continued around you both as if nothing had happened. As if the two of you hadn’t just crossed a line in the most sacred of places.

You silently thanked the Lord for the fact that the service ended only minutes later. But for Michael, he had spent those minutes in absolute agony — hyperaware of the wet spot in his pants, the smell of sex clinging to him, the way your dress now bore the evidence of what you’d done. And what you had implied with your words of not being done yet. He kept his legs tightly together, kept his jacket pulled down low, prayed — actually prayed this time — that no one would notice.

When the sermon ended and his family stood to leave, he rose with them, moving stiffly to keep the wet patch hidden.

“Michael, darling,” his mother called as they filed out of the pew into the aisle. “Will you both be joining us for lunch?”

He glanced at you, seeing the slight smile playing at the corners of your mouth. The crucifix gleamed between your breasts in the afternoon light, your hand subtly covering the faint stain on the white silk of your dress — a secret only he knew.

“Actually, mother, we were thinking of grabbing a bite just the two of us,” he said, his voice steady despite the heat crawling up his neck. “I promised to take her somewhere special.”

His mother smiled warmly, patting his cheek. “Of course, sweetheart. You two have fun.”

She waved at you, and you waved back, playing the part of the perfect daughter-in-law.

Michael could barely look her in the eyes. The shame was suffocating — but so was the anticipation of what was coming next.

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The short walk to the parking lot felt eternal — every small thing magnified: fingers and hands brushing against each other, the comfortable silence layered with nervousness hanging thick in the summer air. You waited for the parking lot to clear completely before leaving, and when you finally reached his car, Michael opened the door for you before hurrying to the driver's side.

Just as he sat down, you were about to ask where you were going, but the words never came. He grabbed your face gently and pulled you into a kiss, almost dragging you to straddle his lap in the front seat. His large warm hands hiked your white dress up around your waist. His desperation shook you — you hadn't expected this from him, not yet. The boldness of it made heat rush through you, a smile spreading against his lips.

The kiss deepened as his tongue brushed the corner of your mouth before you let him in without hesitation, tongues intertwining. You ground down on his already hardened cock, the wet spot of his slacks mixing with the slick wetness of your panties.

You pulled apart, resting your forehead against his. "Baby..." Michael broke away, moving toward your neck and leaving wet little kisses that sent goosebumps across your arms. You grabbed his shoulders gently, pulling away again, your eyes interlocking with his warm brown ones.

"Michael," you said, a bit more sternly but still sweet. A small concerned look crossed his face, almost like he was scared he'd misstepped.

"W-what? Did I do something wrong, angel?"

"No, no baby. It's just... before we get carried away — do you want to do this here, Mikey? Are you sure?"

Michael didn't hesitate. His expression shifted entirely, becoming certain, almost hungry. "Please," he breathed, almost like a confession. "I don't want to wait anymore. I need— please, angel."

His bold, pleading words made your body react, grinding against his pants. Finally, a moan free of worry escaped his mouth, filling your ears like sweet music. He thrust up against you, helpless, craving more. So you helped him by pulling him into another kiss, his hands gentle against your hips before squeezing moments later.

As the kiss deepened, your hand moved down and feverishly pulled at his zipper, along with his slacks and underwear, the fabric bunching up and pooling at his thighs. His hardness sprang free, hitting against his navel — sensitive and eager, precum soaking the reddish-brown tip.

You paused, the moment suspended, looking down at him with genuine admiration. "You're so big, baby," you breathed, almost to yourself. You'd always felt it through the different fabrics, but seeing him like this was completely different. The sunbeams streaming through the car windows painted everything in a dreamlike haze, turning him into something almost too beautiful to look at.

Michael's entire face went crimson. He looked away immediately, his ears burning red, a bashful whimper escaping him. "I'm serious, angel," you said softly, running your fingers along his length, spreading the slick precum over his flushed cock with your thumb. Every vein, every twitch beneath your fingers made your own arousal throb between your legs.

You watched the way his eyes fluttered shut at the compliment and touch combined. "So pretty too."

A small embarrassed sound — a mix of a moan and whine — left his glazed lips. His hand gripped your hips like they were a lifeline.

"Angel… please," Michael whispered, voice hoarse and cracking with need. "Thought about this so many times. Y'have no idea." The confession tumbled out with an embarrassed edge, that sweet Gary accent slipping through before he could catch it, but the desperation was unmistakable.

You could only smile, heart fluttering, kissing the corner of his mouth, then his flushed cheek. "S'time to make it real then, baby."

You carefully shifted higher on your knees, pulling your soaked panties to the side with one hand while the other guided his thick head through your slick folds, teasingly soaking his hardness in your wetness. He twitched upward, craving more, a pained expression crossing his face. "N-need more," he whimpered.

You answered him in a sultry voice. "Of course, my angel."

The moment his cock kissed your entrance, you both moaned — the sound amplified in the small space of the car.

Michael's eyes flew open wide, his warm brown gaze locking onto yours with raw, stunned intensity. His lips parted in a silent gasp as you sank down just an inch, letting him stretch you open. His head fell back against the seat with a broken groan that moved through his whole chest.

"Oh god… angel—" His voice cracked, deep and wrecked. His fingers dug hard into your hips, not guiding you, just holding on as he adjusted to the feeling of you. His thighs trembled beneath you, muscles flexing involuntarily as he fought to stay still.

You eased down another inch. A high, needy whimper escaped his throat — almost embarrassed by how desperate it sounded. His face was hot, sweat already beading at his hairline. His eyes fluttered shut for a second before forcing themselves open again, like he didn't want to miss a single moment of watching you take him.

"Oh my god," he breathed shakily, chest heaving. "You’re so warm. So wet. S'too much, lord." His words dissolved into another low, guttural moan as you sank further, his cock twitching hard inside you, thick and pulsing against your walls.

One of his hands slid gently up your back before fisting the fabric of your dress — holding on, and holding back, all at once.

"You can touch me, Mikey," you murmured, almost an order, almost a plea. "I want you to. Please."

His hands didn't hesitate before roaming restlessly — squeezing your waist, sliding down to grip your ass, sliding under your dress to cup your breasts, thumbs brushing your nipples until you shivered. Hands moving from place to place, desperate and wondering, like he couldn't settle on just one part of you.

His name slipped from your mouth like a prayer. "Mikey…"

His hips gave a small, helpless twitch upward at the sound of it. So you finally lowered yourself completely, arms laced around his neck, taking him to the hilt.

A deep and desperate whimper slipped from him, his whole body shuddering, fogging the car windows even more.

His mouth found your lips, kissing you lovingly before moving down to your neck, sucking and licking messily — almost as if he debated whether to mark you or simply taste you.

He tipped forward, forehead pressing against your shoulder as you began moving slowly, up and down. He panted heavily. "You feel… incredible," he whispered hoarsely, voice thick with emotion and lust. "Better than I ever imagined. Y'squeezin' me so tight, baby… I— I don't know how long I can last like this."

He looked the picture of a perfect mess, completely undone already: lips swollen and parted, eyes glassy and half-lidded with pleasure, cheeks burning red. The shy, gentle Michael was barely hanging on, replaced by someone trembling with overwhelming need beneath you.

You rolled your hips experimentally, grinding down in a slow circle, and the moan that tore out of him was pure bliss. Encouraged, you began to ride him properly — rising and sinking, your hands braced on his broad shoulders. The car filled with the wet sounds of your bodies meeting, soft gasps, and his increasingly needy whimpers.

Every time you dropped down, his cock hit that perfect spot inside you, sending sparks up your spine. Michael's hands kept wandering before settling on your ass, squeezing as he guided you in the rhythm he craved.

"Ngh, y'feel so good, angel. Like heaven," he breathed, head falling back against the seat, lips caught between his teeth as a whimper threatened to escape.

You leaned in closer, lips brushing his ear. "No, uh, Mikey. Let me hear you. I wanna hear how good you're doing for me."

A wrecked sound escaped him — half-moan, half-sob — and his hips started thrusting up to meet you, chasing more friction. The shy, hesitant man you'd known just hours ago was gone, replaced by someone unraveling beneath you, lost in the heat and closeness.

Knowing he was already getting so close, you snaked your hand down, rubbing your clit in circles as you picked up the pace. Michael looked down at the way your bodies were intertwining, his cock twitching at the sight of you pleasuring yourself on him.

Then, bravely and gently, he moved your hand away, replacing your touch with his own slender fingers, mimicking the exact same pattern and speed you'd been using. That same look of focus you'd seen when he was determined to finish a song — brow furrowed, jaw set — now fixed entirely on you. You couldn't help but roll your head back and moan.

"Y-you're such a fast learner, baby. Look at you, already knowing exactly what to do," you cooed.

“Oh God," he gasped at your praise, his other hand on your ass pulling you down harder, faster, his hips thrusting up to meet you, all restraint gone. The sweetness and tenderness were still there in his movements, but pure need was overtaking them.

"You feel so— I can't—" he started, voice breaking.

"I know, baby," you cooed, riding him with purpose, feeling the way he was already close, just like you. The skill of his fingers was making you see stars, your eyes half-lidded, almost drunk on him. "Mikey… don't stop. I'm so close. You feel so good stretchin' me."

He whimpered at your words, pulling your hips down even harder, his thrusts becoming more frantic and less controlled, all while keeping that same pace with his fingers. His face was flushed, his eyes squeezed shut, his mouth open as little sounds — whimpers, gasps, broken attempts at words — fell from his lips.

"God, yes," you moaned loudly.

Michael called on all his strength not to finish right then, wanting to watch you come undone on him first. "Please," he breathed out, almost desperately. "Angel, I'm so close... you're so tight around me, so perfect… please, I just need to feel you come around me first. Please, angel."

The plea in his voice, along with his touch and his thrust, made something deep inside you give way. You picked up the pace, riding him with renewed intensity, chasing your own high.

"Michael, yes, yes," you cried out as your body reached the tipping point. Your orgasm rolled through you like a wave, your whole body going taut as you gripped the fabric of his shirt, curses mixed with his name escaping your mouth.

It was too much for Michael. Watching your pleasure wash over you from his touch alone, while he was inside you, seeing how desperate you'd been for him — it undid him completely.

His hands gripped your waist and he took over, thrusting up into you with a new kind of urgency, his eyes never leaving your face. He lasted maybe three more thrusts before he followed you over the edge, coming so hard he swore he saw heaven — swore he felt God in that moment, in the way you were falling apart around him, in the absolute perfection of having you completely undone because of him.

"F-fuck… angel," he breathed, the rare curse falling from his lips like it surprised even him. Soft praises fell from your lips as you watched his eyes shut and his face contort with pleasure, wave after wave moving through him. You wished you could hold onto this image forever — wanted nothing more than to watch pleasure ride over him again and again until the end of time.

"Holy—" he let out, breaking off into a moan as his final release left him, his entire body still shaking with the intensity of it.

A beat of silence. Heavy pants and thick, warm atmosphere as you both sat there in the steamed-up car, breathing hard, foreheads pressed together. You felt him go soft inside you, the mix of him and your wetness pooling at the base of his cock.

Michael let out a deep exhale, something releasing in him, before looking up at you. The look in his eyes was like you hung the moon just for him, pupils wide as they met yours, his pearly whites showing through a soft, dazed smile. He laughed softly as he grabbed your face with both hands, thumbs moving in slow, tender circles against your cheeks.

"I love you so much, sweet angel."

You leaned in, lips grazing his. "I love you too, Mikey."

You pulled him into a kiss that said everything the words couldn't.

He broke away, whispering against your skin, the smile evident in his voice despite the tiny fragment of guilt threading through it. "We're going to Hell."

You laughed, soft and warm. "Probably. But at least we'll go together."

mikajensen58

༄ lay back and groove

“ in which you pick up where you left off with otw!michael. ”

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.ᐟ warnings & disclaimers: smut ahead, michael info dumps about philosophy, he gets a handjob, y/n overstimulates him, mutual virginity loss, he’s too big, shy and whiny subby!michael, y/n coaches and talks him thru it, mutual reassurance and comfort

✐ a/n: this is the steamy follow-up to relax your mind!!! y/n finally got her some of that dangalangalang

the pages of the thrifted hardcover book made a sharp scraping sound every time he turned them. for the last twenty minutes, the only sound in the bedroom was the eagerness of michael’s voice as he walked you through his findings of a seventeenth-century philosopher whose ideas you couldn't care less about.

he was lying with his back pressed against your chest and his legs stretched out, using your torso as a human pillow. his weight was a warm presence against your lap. lately, he was reading everything he could get his hands on, desperate to expand his mind, and today he was debating consciousness vs the soul.

as he rambled on about this grand new perspective, you looked down at his occupied face. from your angle, his profile was utterly breathtaking. his eyelashes were impossibly long and naturally curled, brushing against the tops of his slightly flushed cheeks every single time he blinked. his short afro was a halo of perfectly defined, tight curls, and a neat line of natural baby hairs softened the edges of his hairline. he looked so young, so entirely brilliant, and yet so beautiful as he yapped away about things that flew right over your head.

you decided tonight was the night to test the waters again. a couple of months ago, you tried to go down on him, but he was too shy. tonight, though, you were going to seduce him so slowly he wouldn't even realize he was surrendering until it was too late. you’d wait again if he refused your advances, but you sure hope that he doesn’t.

leaning forward slightly, you let your index finger drift down to the side of his throat. your fingertips lightly brushed against the thick, pulsing vein in his neck.

the moment your skin made contact, you saw and felt the vein twitch in a fluttery motion. michael briefly paused mid-sentence, his chest hitching, before his voice stuttered and he forced himself to continue talking about the book. he brushed it off.

you didn't let up.

"michael," you interrupted softly, your voice tickling the tip of his ear.

"hm?" he murmured, keeping his eyes glued to the printed page, though his shoulders had gone noticeably tense against your ribs.

"your eyelashes are so long and pretty," you said, your thumb lightly tracing the high curve of his cheekbone. "it's almost not fair for a guy to have them like this."

before he could answer, you ran your finger lightly across the tips of the dark wispy hairs. michael instinctively closed his eye to keep from getting poked. a deep, dark blush instantly formed across his cheeks.

"thanks, minnie," he mumbled. a shy, breathless giggle escaped his lips as he tried to look back at the text, his mind frantically scrambling to remember what point he was trying to make prior to your distraction.

"now... where was i? he was saying that absolute consciousness..." he started gesticulating to get his point across.

you leaned down further, your lips nearly brushing the shell of his ear as you used two fingers to lightly and playfully tug on the tips of his lashes.

"give them to me. you don't need them!" you grumbled in a silly voice with the vibrations radiating onto his pressed back.

that earned a genuine belly laugh from him. his shoulders shook against you as he closed the book with a soft thud, letting it rest on his stomach. he let out a long, defeated sigh, his head tilting back against your shoulder so he could look up at you upside down.

"you don’t listen," he teased, his big coffee eyes swimming with helpless affection.

"you made me forget exactly what i was about t’say."

"oh. must’ve not been important then, huh?" you whispered.

without giving him a second to retort, you spread your hands out and began dragging the flat, hard backs of your fingernails against the sensitive skin on the sides of his ribcage.

michael immediately squirmed, his entire body reacting to the tickling sensation from your feathery fingers. he let out a squeal, his knees bending as he tried to twist away from the light, torturous friction of your nails.

"y/n! don't do that, you know i'm ticklish right there—"

he was catching on now. the atmosphere in the room completely altered. his breathing was turning shallow, his wide eyes searching yours with a sudden realization that you weren't just playing around anymore.

"continue talkin’ about your stuff," you murmured innocently, your hands migrating away from his ribs but remaining flat against his stomach.

"go on, mike. i'm listenin’."

you weren't listening at all. he squinted his eyes at first but then his eyebrows raised in anticipation and excitement.

testing the waters, you slid one hand down the center of his torso, past the band of his levis. you didn't hesitate. you snaked your palm directly over the length of his growing erection, gripping him firmly through the fabric.

michael’s hips bucked hard against the mattress. your touched earned an involuntary, desperate gasp from the flustered man. his hands flew to the sheets, gripping the material so tightly his knuckles turned ash. he didn't stop you. he didn't pull your hand away or tell you to quit. instead, he just lied there voluntarily trapped.

you slowly undid the fastening of his jeans, the metallic slide of his zipper sounding incredibly loud in the quiet space. sliding your hand right inside his drawls, your bare skin finally made contact with his hot, veiny shaft. he was incredibly hard, a bead of pre-cum already dampening the tip.

as you wrapped your fingers around him, michael completely unraveled.

all the confident, superstar energy he carried on stage was stripped away. he was incredibly sensitive to your touch, his body jumping and twitching at every single upward stroke of your palm.

"oh... oh god, y/n," he whined, his voice breaking into a high, raspy whimper. he slammed his eyes shut, his head thrashing against your shoulder, his slender legs sliding up and down against your legs. he was so embarrassed by how quickly his body surrendered to you, yet he was completely powerless to stop it.

your thumb worked the smooth head of his length, smearing the natural moisture over his skin in a slow, heavy rhythm. every time your palm slid down to the base, lightly pressing against his balls, michael would let out a small, pathetic sob, his toes curling tightly inside his socks as his hips gave little, weak jerks against your hand. he was completely at your mercy, his hands trembling as he brought one arm up to cover his eyes, hiding his face.

"put your arm down, mike," you commanded softly, tightening your grip just a fraction to show him who was in control.

he let out a shaky whine, slowly pulling his arm away from his face. when his eyes opened, they were completely glassy, swimming with a heavy layer of tears and a dark, dilated lust that made his pupils look massive. you craned your neck over his head that was lying against your shoulder to get a glimpse of the picturesque sight. he looked so beautifully undone, his lower lip trembling as he bit down on it to keep from making too much noise.

"is it too much?" you asked, slowing your pace down to a torturous, agonizingly slow crawl.

"no... no, please don't stop," he begged, his voice cracking completely as his hips instinctively followed the movement of your hand, chasing the friction he so desperately needed. "it feels... it feels so good, y/n, please. i-i’m—ngh—sorry i'm being so noisy."

"you don't have to apologize," you whispered, speeding your hand back up, the messy, wet sound of your skin sliding against his filling the air.

michael’s breathing turned into a series of rapid pants, his throat clicking as he swallowed hard, salvia pooling against his teeth. his muscles started locking as the friction brought him closer and closer to the edge. he couldn't handle the intensity; he was so sensitive that every little shift of your fingers made him shudder from head to toe.

"y/n... i'm gonna... i'm gonna mess up," he gasped out, his fingers clawing at your thigh now, holding onto your spare hand for dear life as the pleasure began to blind him. "i'm gonna—y/n, please—"

"do it, michael. right here for me."

with a loud orgasmic cry, michael’s hips bucked sharply into your palm one last time. his entire body locked with his head dug against your chest as his dick repeatedly released his warmth all over your fingers and his own stomach. he shuddered through five long, thick pulses, his chest heaving, leaving him completely spent.

for a long time, the only sound was the uneven sound of his breathing. michael slowly opened his eyes, looking down at the messy reality of his stomach and your covered hand, before turning on his side and hiding his face right into the crook of your neck, his body trembling with sweet, lingering embarrassment as you gently held him close.

the sounds of michael’s breathing slowly began to level out, his chest rising and falling in long, shallow dips against your collarbone. his long arms draped limply over the mattress with his skin glistening with a light sheen of sweat under the bedroom’s warm atmosphere. you milked him dry and turned his brain off. his eyes were half-lidded with his curls slightly crushed against your shoulder after his paralyzing orgasm.

but you weren't finished with him yet.

without warning, you slid your slick palm down his stomach and suddenly gripped his softening shaft, squeezing the thick base firmly.

michael’s eyes shot wide open, his pupils dilating instantly as he let out a loud cry—a mix of a gasp and a whimpering shout—his entire torso arching completely off your chest as he quickly turned back on his back. his knees flexed into the mattress, his hips giving a desperate, involuntary jerk away from your hand as the sensitivity of his skin radiated under your touch.

"y/n! oh, god!" he cried out, his voice cracking as he reached down with a trembling, slick hand to weakly grasp your wrist, trying to pull you away without hurting you. he was panting heavily, his chest heaving and his already flushed cheeks growing a deeper shade of red.

"it's too much, it's too sensitive—"

you couldn't help but let out a soft, wicked laugh at the absolute power you held over him. you didn't let go, keeping your fingers loosely coiled around him, and something about the sound of your laughter at his expense made his shaft twitch firmly right inside your palm, hardening slightly all over again.

you let out a faux, exaggerated aww, pouting your lips into a puppy-dog face as you looked down at his stunned face.

"what do you mean you can't take anymore, mike? you can't be tapped out already. i thought we were just gettin’ started."

michael’s throat clicked as he swallowed hard, his large boba eyes searching your face with a mixture of raw, helpless lust and total bewilderment. you leaned down, your lips hovering just inches from his nose.

"what are you gonna do about me next, michael?"

he knew exactly what you meant. the question hung heavily in the warm air between you, but he never crossed that line before. the reality of what it meant to actually penetrate a woman, to lose his virginity after twenty-one years of strict religious restraint and performing nonstop made his stomach flip. he gulped, his eyes instantly dropping down to the sheets.

you had never done it either, but the shared inexperience wasn't going to deter you tonight. you came too far to let him slip back into his shell.

reaching up with your free hand, you gently but firmly caught his chin, forcing his head up so his eyes had no choice but to lock back onto yours.

"look at me, mike," you whispered, your voice softening into a deeply reassuring, tender tone.

"i'm a virgin too. we're in the exact same place."

he didn't have to say it for you to know; the beating of his heart against your ribs and the innocent hesitation in his touch already told you everything. but hearing you voice the truth and seeing the desire in your eyes gave him a small boost of motivation and courage.

slowly, michael shifted his weight. he pushed himself up from your chest as he turned toward you. he sat back on his knees between your thighs. his jeans were completely ruined, pushed down around his hips, and his shirt hung completely open, exposing the smooth, muscular definition of his chest and abdomen.

"i just... i don't wanna mess up, y/n," he confessed softly, his voice trembling. his large hands rested flat on his own thighs, his knuckles tense.

"i want it to be perfect for you. i don't want to hurt you."

you reached forward, resting your palms against his warm and broad thumping chest.

"you can't mess up, michael," you told him, holding his gaze. "just... pretend you're like yourself on stage. confident. worry-free. just let yourself go."

the advice seemed to strike a chord deep within the entertainer inside him. michael closed his eyes, taking a few deep breaths to steady the trembling in his limbs. when he opened his eyes again, the panic receded significantly and was replaced with a sense of clarity and a surge of confidence—even if it was only temporary.

"take my clothes off, michael," you commanded gently.

he obeyed immediately. he reached for the hem of your top. he took his time, but there was no hesitation left in his hands. he slid the fabric up over your head, his eyes glued to the perkiness od your rounded breasts. his hand ghosted over your nipple hesitantly as you gave him a gentle nod.

he softly gripped your underboob as he ran his thumb across the sensitive bud, earning a lip bite from you

his large palms smoothed down the curves of your waist, gently sliding your remaining undergarments down your legs until you were lying completely bare beneath his heavy gaze. his hands were shaking again seeing your nude body up close and personal. you were as gorgeous as he imagined you to be. your neatly trimmed bush had a thick, glistening glob of precum smeared on top of it and surrounding your anus; your arousal for him was very evident, which made his shaft jerk. your pussy lips were just barely parted, giving him a glimpse into your taffy labia. his own precum was leaking from his reddish brown tip ever so slowly.

michael hovered over you, his shoulders blocking out the rest of the view as he slowly crawled between your thighs. the size of his dick was staggering as he aligned himself against your entrance. the thick head of his length brushed against your slick, natural moisture, opening it further. you jerked upward, your stomach clenched as your hands flew up to his forearms to brace yourself. your heart was beating wildly; this was the moment you’ve been waiting for. he let out a low, shaky exhale, his body trembling as he slowly began to push his way inside you. he quietly whispered a prayer to himself.

"ah—wait, mike, stop," you suddenly gasped out, your fingers digging deep into the muscles of his forearms.

he froze instantly, his chest heaving as he held himself perfectly still. you had to have him stop a few times right at the beginning; his length and thickness were entirely too much for your body to accommodate all at once. the foreign, stretching pressure sent a sharp, stinging sensation through you, causing your tight walls to pulsate frantically, squeezing down around his shaft in tight waves as your body tried to adapt to the intrusion.

“you’re too big...” you mumble shifting your weight to try and adjust. you felt the way it pulsed inside of you from what you said.

michael tried his absolute best to play it cool, keeping his jaw clenched and his face composed, but that crushing sensation of your walls devouring him was driving him wild inside. his forehead broke out in a fresh layer of sweat, his teeth sinking deeply into his plush lower lip as he fought the desperate urge to just thrust deep into your warmth. he knew right then and there that he wasn't going to last long—you were so incredibly warm, extremely tight, and so beautifully wet that every single fraction of an inch pushed deeper into you felt like torture.

"you okay, pretty girl?" he forced out, his voice incredibly raspy, thick with the effort it took to hold himself back.

"i'm going slow. i promise."

you nodded weakly, taking deep breaths as the initial sting began to dissolve, replaced by a deep ache of pure pleasure. eventually, your tight hole adapted to his size, yielding to his presence. feeling the tension ease, michael slowly began to stroke you, burying his full length delicately inside your walls, establishing a slow cadence that made the mattress creak softly beneath you.

at first, your moans were barely audible—just tiny, breathless whimpers from your ajar lips as you adjusted to the consuming fullness of him. but as he continued to slide in and out, his large hips started driving forward with a steady momentum. the pleasure began to override your vocal reluctance. your moans grew louder, echoing clearly in the quiet space of the bedroom.

hearing those sounds unleashed something in him. a beautiful smile cut across his features, his deep dimples carving into his cheeks. to michael, your moans were the sweetest, cutest and most magnificent noise he had ever heard in his entire life. he couldn't stop looking at you. he kept his eyes locked onto your face, completely captivated by the way your eyes were rolled back, your lips parted as you nibbled on your index finger to soothe yourself. you looked so incredibly small, so entirely vulnerable and precious underneath him completely surrendered to his touch.

needing more, you reached down between your bodies, your fingers trembling as you grabbed his large hand and dragged it down to the swollen, hyper-sensitive knot of your clit.

"mike... touch it," you panted, your hip bones stuttering against his.

"like this?" he asked softly. he adjusted his grip, using the large, pad of his thumb to softly stroke the sensitive bundle of nerves.

the reaction was instantaneous. you let out a loud whimper and a mmm, your back arching off the bed and your legs spreading wider. your tight walls clamped down around his shaft like a vice.

michael let out a low grunt at the sudden squeeze, slowly losing his control. he reached down and hooked his arms underneath your knees, pulling you up flush against his chest. the new angle drove him impossibly deeper inside you, hitting your sweet spot with brutal accuracy. he picked up his pace, his thrusts turning faster, harder, and far more urgent.

“you’re so good mich—god!” you exclaim, boosting his confidence with your verbal confirmation.

he intertwined his long fingers with yours, pinning your hands to the sheets on either side of your head. he tried his absolute best to hold back his own moans, his jaw clenching as he fought to keep the sounds trapped in his chest, his shyness still making him want to remain quiet. tears were starting to well in his eyes from the intense pleasure.

you pulled your head back against the pillow, your eyes half-closed and glassy as you found your words through the haze of pleasure.

"michael... your voice," you breathlessly panted, looking up at his sweating face. "don't be quiet. it's so beautiful... let me hear you."

slowly, michael began to quietly whimper, letting out soft, airy moans alongside yours as he buried his face directly into the crook of your neck and shoulder. his hot, rapid breath tickled your neck, sending shivers down your spine, before his lips suddenly pressed against your skin. he began to suck on the sensitive flesh of your throat—needing something, anything, to soothe the agonizing fact that his balls were about to completely explode.

he pulled you even tighter against him, his broad chest crushing your breasts as his hips drove into yours with a frantic, uncoordinated speed. the sudden, deep and sharp penetration caused you to shout out

"y/n... oh, god, y/n," he whined into your shoulder, his body shaking from head to toe as his muscles locked up. his thrusts turned shallow and frantic.

"i can't—i can't hold it anymore! i'm sorry... i'm about to mess up. i'm coming, baby, i'm coming—"

he began apologizing and spewing out straight nonsense as he shut his eyes.

with a final, deep plunge, michael completely lost control. he began coming inside you like a fountain, his length throbbing violently, repeatedly in your swollen hole as he released his warmth deep within you. he shivered against you, his voice breaking into a series of high, breathless cries as he buried his face in your hair.

the intense, throbbing sensation of his release was the exact trigger your body needed. you came immediately after him, your tight, exhausted walls convulsing in an intense spasm that devoured his shaft, milking him for every single drop he had left. you let out a long curling moan, your fingers gripping the skin of his back as your own climax took you through it. your bodies were slippery from the sweat now.

slowly, michael gathered the strength to move. he pushed himself up onto his elbows, looking down at you with a gaze that was so entirely soft that it made your chest ache. he leaned in, his lips parted as he weakly, tenderly pressed a wet, lingering kiss to your mouth.

michael carefully, slowly slid his length out of your body, a soft, involuntary whine escaping his lips at the loss of your warmth.

like clockwork, his shyness came right back as he watched your hole expand to push out his thick, hot cum repeatedly. he quickly pulled the heavy comforter up over both of your bodies, tucking you in as if trying to hide the evidence of what he just did.

"i'm sorry," he whispered automatically, his voice incredibly small as he refused to look you directly in the eye. he rubbed the back of his neck.

"i... i ruined you. are you okay? did i hurt you too much?"

you couldn't help but smile, reaching out from beneath the sheets to take his hand.

"michael, look at me. you didn't hurt me. it was perfect."

hearing your reassurance, his shoulders visibly relaxed. he shifted closer to you, pulling you into his arms and tucking your head underneath his chin. his large, warm hand began to slowly rub your back in soothing circles, his touch incredibly light as he quietly held you. you two didn’t say anything else for a while. you smiled to yourself knowing you finally got him where you want him.

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mikesbian

HONEY GLAZE — Michael Jackson x F. Reader.

— SUMMARY: Michael’s sleeping over at your house for the first time without your family there. You decide to play a game and give him a taste of your favorite lipgloss.

— WARNINGS: sub!mike, fluff, dual loss of virginity, face-fucking, oral, fingering, protected sex, dry humping, premature ejaculation, scent kink (?), reader is a tease, reader is experienced, use of daddy to tease, manipulation (sorta), michael is lowkey a himbo LMAO, dirty talk, pleasure dom reader. jermaine feature.

— WC: 7.7k (let’s all act surprised).

— A/N: Loosely based on this request. Let’s pretend the strawberry shirt he has on in the photo is a pj shirt. Please leave feedback in the comments and don’t forget to like and reblog!

freaklikeme2

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synopsisৎ michaels 'odd' obsession with you, his muse, is hidden between the pages of his sketchbook.

porn w/ plot smut 18+ dry-humping inexperienced michael/reader switch!michael size-kink (if you squint) friends with benefits MDNI.

You were always considered an outlier in the earth’s hypothesis. Something to be dealt with rather than accepted.

You weren’t entirely ‘weird’, but being even slightly outlandish in a family that was all business, networking events, and societies twice your age made you stick out like a sore thumb.

You studied your parents' business partners, trying to understand the scripts they’d write and relay just to sell or be sold something. And when your mind refused to make sense of it, you decided you were okay with always being a step behind.

You were accepting the fact that your unwillingness to alter your oddities would leave you lonely–until him.

buckysgirlll

hot girl summer

☙ FEATURING: michael jackson x fem!reader

☙ SYNOPSIS: you’re janet’s best friend so you got invited to stay the whole summer with her at her home in hayvenhurst. you’ve always been attracted to her older brother, pff who wouldn’t? but little do you know he sort of has a crush on you too. so now you have to figure out how you’re going to survive six long weeks while being under the same roof as him.

⌫ WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI — post!thriller michael, age gap (reader is 21 & michael is 26), janet knows about readers crush and teases her about it, michael is such a gentleman, j*e doesn’t exist cause i said so, michael’s brothers being teases, also randy tries to flirt with reader a lot, jealous!michael, oblivious!reader, horny!reader, first kiss, virginity loss, sub!michael if you squint really hard, oral (m!receiving), riding, unprotected p in v, creampie (oops), no use of y/n, happy ending

☙ WORD COUNT: 6.0k words

✿ NOTES: guys i got a bit lazy at the end as i always do lol. but i hope you still enjoy it, this is also one of my personal favs mwah!

michael jackson masterlist ༻ navi

SUMMER 1985

you hum to the soft music playing in your car, feeling the warmth of a summer afternoon through your car window as you start to get closer to the hayvenhurst gates.

you cannot believe that you're staying the whole summer at hayvenhurst.

you've been friends with janet jackson since you both met at school in indiana but you lost contact over the years when your family had to move away. it was only recently that you both reconnected and have been inseparable ever since.

that's why she invited you over to her beautiful family home, to spend the summer and you are more than excited. not only are you going to be having the best summer of your life with your best friend but you'll also get to meet him.

yes, michael jackson.

onlymingyus

give it to me

pairing; jeon wonwoo x f!reader

genre; smut (minor dni), angst, toxic, fluff

summary; From the outside looking in your life is perfect. It's the perfect ones who are the most fucked up and have the most to lose, or so you thought.

dark/content warnings; murder, kidnapping, talk of abuse, talk of solicitation, illusion to sexual abuse, wonwoo is not a nice guy for a large part of this fic -- hitman!wonwoo, kidnapper!wonwoo, ransom negotiations, corrupt business world, seedy gang/mob underworld, crying (pain and mental pain), depression, fucked up family dynamics, yn has parents/parent death mentioned, police, dead bodies, blood, guns, lying, eating/drinking -- i am sure there is more, this fic can be a lot. please consider the warnings before you read.

smut warnings; unprotected sex, creampie, fingering, oral (m receiving), begging, crying (pleasure), olfactophilia/mysophilia (panty sniffing), grinding, petnames

w/c; 22k and some change (980~ bonus on patreon only)

a/n; thank you to my @junkissed for proofreading this for me! i know i am on a dark fic kick. thank you all for going along on this ride with me -- perhaps you might catch some easter eggs 🤫 -- i really hope you enjoy this one.

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“Stop pouting.”

You throw a contemptuous glare towards Wonwoo from the rearview mirror as he sits in the passenger's seat. He was a handsome man with strong features that made you both nervous and furious. He had been assigned to your personal security by your father in the past week after some changes and discoveries with your previous bodyguard had come to light.

While you didn’t care who watched over you, it was important to your father, who was by his daughter’s side. You had no assumptions that it was because he loved you; no, it was more that you were the heiress of his multimillionaire dollar stock trading company and his only living child.

“I don’t want to go.”

xxmayxx05

More than just friends

—type: one shot

—genre(s): romance, fluff, best friends older brother/ friends to lovers

—pairing: Jaafar Jackson x reader

Summary: You and Jermajesty are best friends. Both of you have been inseparable since middle school. Ever since the first time you came over to the Jackson family household, you met Jaafar for the first time. It was love at first sight for you, but nearly a decade later, you still like him. Little do you know, Jaafar has liked you for a very long time as well.

(a/n: Hii! Hopefully you like this one-shot! I had a lot of fun writing this for you guys and I hope you like it! If you have any requests, don't be afraid to ask! also if you'd like to be added to my taglist please comment! Likes, reblogs, and comments are always appreciated!˖ ݁♬⋆.˚𝄞)

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Masterlist

Today was finally your day off from work and had made plans with your best friend of many years, Jermajesty. You both met in middle school and ever since you both were inseparable. Always hanging out, texting, calling, you practically grew up together and grew up around the Jackson family.

You still remembered when you first met him at the age of fourteen.

Jermajesty had invited you to hang out after school one day, and both of you were in the kitchen eating some of the food his mother had cooked for them. Then Jaafar walked into the kitchen wearing a pair of grey sweatpants, a white hoodie, and his curls were messy; it showed that he had just woken up from a nap.

The moment that he introduced himself, you forgot how to breathe. His voice was deep and raspy.

From that moment on, you truly developed a crush on Jaafar.

Every moment from the first time you met him, you would double check your outfit before you went over to the Jackson household. Started to put a tiny bit of makeup on, you wanted to look presentable just for him. Every time he would smile at you, your stomach would flip each time even up until now.

Now you and Jermajesty are twenty-five years old, and you still had a crush on Jaafar.

“You still haven’t told Jaafar that you have feelings for him?.” He asked one night as you two were at his apartment eating sushi.

You shook your head instantly, “He will never know.”

“I’m telling, he likes you. I wouldn’t mind if you before my sister-in-law honestly.” He laughed.

You nearly choked on your drink when he said that. “He doesn’t like me.”

“If he didn’t like you, he wouldn’t buy you your favorite candies when you say I’m craving a sweet treat. He literally brought you the five jellycats that you said that you wanted.”

You shook your head in denial. “He would’ve said something.”

Jermajesty rolled his eyes, knowing that in two days, Jaafar had something up his sleeve for your birthday.

The Jackson family had invited you over to celebrate your birthday as you did every year. They would make a dinner for you, sing you happy birthday, and you would open the gifts that they had brought for you. Throughout the dinner, Jaafar was three seats away from you, laughing at whatever his brother Donte was saying to him. Every couple of minutes, he would look at you.

You would give him a soft smile each time, your stomach flipping each time you caught him.

Jaafar has been hopelessly in love with her for almost a decade now.

He noticed and remembered the things you liked and didn’t like.

The way you would fidget with your necklace when nervous.

How happy you would get when they would mention your favorite restaurant when the three of you would hang out.

How your eyes softened when you spoke about something that inspired you.

He remembered your iced coffee order by heart.

After all these years, he knew that he wanted to be with you even more. All these years that he saw you grow into the beautiful woman that you are today, he wanted to be the one for you

Jaafar decided that today was going to be the day that he was going to admit his true feelings for you. He asked Jermajesty a few weeks ago to come with him to the jewelry store that you three had visited a few months ago. You pointed out the silver bracelet that was decorated with tiny diamonds, mentioning that you were saving money to buy it. It was a simple and elegant bracelet that screamed you.

He told his younger brother that he was finally going to confess his feelings for you at the birthday dinner. Jermajesty leaned his head back and looked at the sky.

“Thank you, lord. You heard my prayers.” He spoke.

Jermajesty gave him the unnecessary blessing to date you. He was happy that you two would get together; he knew you were meant to be together.

Jaafar remembered every exact detail of you.

He wanted to show you that he did listen to you.

“It’s Jaafar’s turn,” Jermajesty said with a small tease.

“Don’t start.” You said, "I'm sorry," and gave him a small punch on the shoulder.

“Can you actually come with me?” Jaafar asked, standing up and extending his hand towards you.

“Yes, of course.” You said, Giving him your hand and got up. Both of you are walking on the porch of the house.

Your heart pounded harder every second that passed by.

Jaafar reached into his sweater's pocket.

“I brought you out here because I wanted to give you this.” He said softly.

You smiled at him softly.

He handed you a small grey box.

“What’s this?” you asked, confused.

“Just open it.” He laughed softly. His heart pounding, scared that you wouldn’t like it.

Slowly, you lifted the lid of the grey box.

“No way.” You said softly when you recognized the silver bracelet that was decorated with tiny diamonds.

“You remembered that I wanted this bracelet?” you asked in shock.

He smiled softly, his cheeks turning a bit red.

“You said that you wanted to get it. I remembered; well, I remember everything about you.”

You began getting teary-eyed.

No one has remembered these details about you.

“Thank you.” You said and wrapped your arms around his waist. Hugging him tightly, “Thank you so much.” You whispered.

Jaafar immediately wrapped his arms around your shoulders and hugged your back.

“Happy birthday, y/n,” he said and rubbed small circles on your back. He felt you cry softly on his chest.

“Why are you crying?” he chuckled softly.

You shook your head slightly and kept hugging him.

“I hope you know that I love you, not just like a friend,” Jaafar confessed nervously.

You froze.

“Y-you are in love with me?”

“I have loved you for many years now. I was afraid that I was going to ruin our friendship and, most importantly, your friendship with Jermajesty.” He said, pulling back slightly, bringing her hand under your chin to make you look up at him.

“But I love you too much, I knew that I needed to confess my feelings for you even if you don’t like me back.” He said quietly.

Jaafar loved you more than a friend.

Jermajesty was right.

All those times Jaafar brought you your favorite candy.

He would give you his hoodie when you mentioned that you were cold.

He was dropping hints, but you were too afraid to see the truth.

Without thinking about it, you got leaned up and kissed him.

Both of your lips moved gently against each other. The kiss was gentle and slow. He exhaled into the kiss as if he had been holding onto his breath for years.

He caressed your cheek as the kiss became more passionate.

Jaafar loved the feel of your lips against his; he was finally kissing the lips he had been longing for.

He tilted his head slightly, kissing you with more confidence. You swore your knees nearly gave out when you felt his tongue brush softly against your lower lip.

Immediately, you responded. The kiss becomes more intense.

You finally pulled back, both of you breathing heavily.

“I love you too.”

Jaafar smiled softly and rested his forehead against yours. Feeling as if he was on cloud nine. His almost-a-decade-long crush loved him.

“Would you like to be my girlfriend?” he asked, admiring you.

“I would love to be your girlfriend.” You said quietly with a smile.

He leaned back down and kissed you. The kiss was slower this time, mouths moving together slowly.

“About time!”

You both leaned back and turned to look at who screamed that. Jermajesty stood by the entrance with his arms crossed and a smile on his face.

“About time you guys got together. I have to go tell mom.” He said teasingly.

“Can you shut up?” Jaafar said with a smile.

“Mom! y/n and Jaafar are girlfriend and boyfriend!” Jermajesty said as he turned around and ran back inside the house to tell the family.

“We should go back inside.” You laughed.

“I love you,” Jaafar said and pecked your lips.

“I love you too.”

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PLEASING - jaafar jackson x fem! reader

content/warnings: SMUT SMUT SMUT, fluff ofc, fem receiving, unprotected sex, mdni pls, SUB jaafar (he's obsessed with you) , friends to lovers and more!

WC: 2.9k

A/N: lowkey first REAL smut oneshot.. let me know what u think i tried my hardest trusttt

Jaafar softly groaned as he relaxed into your couch, humming along to Bruno Mars. You shook your head, pushing his feet off your coffee table as you sat across from him, resting your head on your knees.

Jaafar opens his eyes, keeping his gaze on you as you sigh and close your eyes. He takes this opportunity to admire the features he loves on you- the shape of your lips, your soft yet admirable eyelashes. He even focuses on the softness of your skin. He never cared for the filters and beauty standards set by social media- he preferred reality. He would often roll his eyes as you’d rant to him about how a picture you took captured your bad side, or how your stomach didn’t look right.

“How many times do I have to tell you, you look perfect without any of that extra stuff?” He would often say, and you’d scoff yet secretly love the compliments that came from this softness of his voice.

Jaafar’s recent outbreak was overwhelming to say the least. While he was a star even before he was born, the success of his new movie changed his life dramatically. He couldn’t grocery shop like normal anymore, or even stop for his favorite coffee on the way back from his daily runs. Instead, he’d have to wear disguises or have people do it for him. It was a change he didn’t like- the unfamiliarity of it reminded him of the lives his older family members had to endure.

He had flown in from New York a few days ago, and he had taken the time off to rest. He slept in every day, skipping his early-morning workouts to meditate instead. All these changes were uncomfortable, but well-needed. He texted you the night before, letting you know he’d be spending the day with you at your place.

You looked at the message and quickly got up to clean your place. You know you didn’t have to show off when it came to being with Jaafar, but you wanted to be different around him. You and Jaafar were friends for as long as you can remember, meeting one afternoon in the library at your college. You’d complimented his Interstellar shirt, and he began ranting about his favorite scenes and dialogue, and you’d been attached to each other’s company since.

Your friends and family would often tease you, asking, “When will you two finally kiss?” but you’d brush them off, correcting them that you two were simply friends. He would often read social media comments debating whether the two of you were dating, and it’d take every ounce in his DNA to not lie and respond with “yes, yes, we are.”

Friends. That word often stuck with you, reminding you that it was the truth between the two of you. Sure, you would share secrets with Jaafar that you wouldn’t share with your other friends, and you would also walk around your living room in just a t-shirt and underwear, pretending you didn’t feel the heat pool in between your legs as Jaafar would take subtle looks each time you’d walk in front of him. But all this didn’t matter, because Jaafar never said anything. Not even close to ever confessing if he felt anything for you.

Which brings you to today. You were tired, exhausted from work. Your back ached, reminding you that time was passing every day and that you were getting older. You groan, turning to crack your back as Jaafar looks away, smiling. “I’m so tired, J. Work’s been kicking my ass.”

“I told you to come with me while I do press. It would’ve taken your mind off of all your worries.” Jaafar hummed, raising a brow at your nodding.

“Bills have to be paid, J.”

“I told you, you don’t have to worry about that while you have me in your life.”

You shake your head, taking a sip of your beer. “I’m your friend, not your sugar baby.”

“Like there’s a problem with sugar babies, love.”

The name makes you blush, but you brush it off with a roll of your eyes. “Of course, there isn’t, but you’re my friend. I won’t take your money just because you feel bad. I’m a part of the working class. You deserve your success; you earned it, baby.”

Now your nickname makes Jaafar blush, nodding as he plays with his fingers in his lip. You look down, noticing the readjustment of his hips. You pretend it doesn’t make you feel anything while you look at his face, catching his gaze on you already.

You clear your throat, finish the rest of the beer, then wash it down with water. “I saw you signing those papers for those people outside the hotel the other day. Why didn’t you shoo them away?”

Jaafar shakes his head, licking his lips as he runs his hands across his knees. It was a tactic you knew that demonstrated worry, anxiety, and stress. “They waited all morning just for me. I’m grateful for that, you know? They care about me, they have to know I care about them too.”

You shake your head, pointing a finger at him. “A real fan would respect your space, honey. You look stressed and tired. And I mean that with love.”

Jaafar hums, resting his hand on his fist as he looks down. You were right, he was tired. He was grateful for the success, of course. He didn’t take the support for granted, but he needed to go away for a bit; he needed to find the energy to care for himself and pour into himself to be the best son, friend, and star.

“I know you’re right. I guess I’m just scared they’re going to realize I’m nothing like the star they think I am, and forget about me. Or worse, notice I’ll never be a perfect man.”

You tut your lips, standing and sitting beside Jaafar. You grab onto his hand, tucking it in between your palms and warming it. The touch gives him comfort, and you notice the twitch of his fingers as you massage it. “You’re even better than what they think you are, J. You know that. I know that. And it doesn’t matter if that’s good enough for them, because it’s good enough for me. And as long as you know I am here for you, you’ll be okay.”

Jaafar nods and laughs, and you smile as his eyes crinkle in light. He turns to look at you, taking his other hand to run against your chin and over your neck. The touch makes you shiver, and he notices the swallow of your throat.

“How come you always know how to comfort me?” He sighs, and you shrug your shoulders, looking down at your lap.

“I guess I’ve loved you for so long, I know you more than I know myself.”

Jaafar keeps his gaze on you as he leans in, pressing a kiss on the tip of your nose. The move wasn’t shocking to you- he’s done it before. But this time, this moment was special. It felt different, and it made you feel different. More confident, more secure, more controlled.

Jaafar looks down at your lips and into your eyes. “I need you.”

“You have me already.”

He shakes his head and pulls his hands away to play with his fingers nervously. “Not like that.”

You bite your lip, keeping your gaze on him as you tilt his head to face you. The move was confident, reminding you of the dynamic levels you had in your friendship. You were always the one speaking up, having no shame when it came to rude paparazzi or nosy Jackson fans. Jaafar never admitted it, but seeing you give the finger to the cameras as they’d approach the two of you after a late night repeatedly would turn him on, feeling a rush of excitement run down his body. His toes would curl in his shoes, using his jacket to cover his bulge as he walked beside you. He felt dirty, shameful even that he’d feel this way towards you. But when he’d go home and lie down on his bed, he’d pull his cock out and edge himself as the shame actually gave him a rush of excitement.

He looks at you, seeing the curiosity and teasing in your eyes. He was scared to say anything else, nervous you’d reject him. “I can’t say it.”

“Jaafar.” You said once, and he sighed your name back. The desperation in his voice as he said your name made you wet, but you couldn’t let him know just yet.

“Use your words, my boy.” You whispered, looking down as Jaafar brought his hands to his lap. You shake your head and tut your lips, and he quickly brings them away and off his clothed cock.

“I want you. I’ve been wanting you to for a while now. I’ve just been scared you didn’t like me and would reject me.” He said, and the sweetness of his words would have made you feel any other day, but for now, they just made you smirk.

You hum and nod your head, softly pushing Jaafar back into the couch. He bites his lip as you sit on his lap, resting your legs on both sides of his thighs.

“What do you want from me, then?” You said as you slowly began to grind onto him, softly laughing as he began to whimper. Those whimpers were heavenly, a music you were so obsessed with already.

“I need to be inside you. Please. Let me have the privilege of being inside you, baby.” Jaafar whimpered as you ran your hands through his curls, tugging at them. You bring him to your chest, pulling down your shirt to give him access to your cleavage. He softly moans, salivating at the sight of your hardened nipples.

“Suck them.” You ordered, and Jaafar nods, ripping the shirt open. You laugh, closing your eyes at his excitement. He clasps your bra off, tugging the nipple into his mouth as you continue grinding on him.

He traces his tongue on your left nipple, biting it softly and appreciating the soft moan you release. It pushes him to keep going, making sure to play with the other nipple. The rush makes you grind faster, the friction on your clit making you moan loudly.

“Yes, yes, yes.” Jaafar whimpers, feeling his underwear begin to wet as he feels the wetness of your pussy stain his sweatpants. He doesn’t care, however, and begins to wonder if he’ll ever wash these pants.

“Does that feel good, baby?” You ask, and Jaafar nods, continuing to plead.

“Yes, thank you.” He cries out as you smile and press a kiss against his cheek. The touch of your lips on his skin makes him suck in a sharp breath, scared that he’ll cum too soon and so much. You notice the hesitation and softly whine, pushing his face into your tits even harder.

You quicken your pace, throwing your head back. Jaafar whimpers, lifting his head up and looking into your eyes for permission. You nod, shivering as he drops his hands onto your waist. He quickly lifts your hips up, and then his. He then thrusts into you as you moan, arching your back as the friction begins to bring you closer to your climax.

Jaafar bites his lips, keeping his gaze on you as you play with your nipples, continuing to dry hump your clothed pussy.

“That’s it, baby, I want you to cum in your pants, okay?” You say, and Jaafar nods, keeping his merciless rhythm of deep and frantic thrusts.

You shove two fingers into his mouth, and Jaafar lets go. His hips stutter, and he whines loudly as you spasm after him. You fall onto his chest, breathing hard as sweat begins to form at your forehead.

You pull back, biting your lip as Jaafar shifts and looks down at his lip. His sweatpants begin to leak his cum. “Dirty, dirty, boy.”

Jaafar rolls his eyes back as you bring your hands down his chest and into his pants, pulling his cock out. You wrap your hands around it, breath hitching as you feel your fingers wet at his release. Jaafar brings his hand to yours and looks at you. “Let me please you, please?”

Your muscles tighten, and you nod. You stand and kick off your shorts and underwear, lying down across from him. You spread your legs open, using the wetness of your fingers from Jaafar’s release to begin teasing your folds. Jaafar whimpers and falls to his knees, crawling to you as he sits in front of you, admiring your glistening cunt.

“Eat.” You order, and Jaafar takes no time to obey. He drools as he begins to work on your clit, pressing kisses on it before sucking passionately. You tug at his hair, and he nods, bringing his other hand down to his cock as he begins teasing the slit of his head.

Jaafar consumes your wetness for a few more seconds before pulling away, smiling as the overstimulation washes over you. He uses the wetness of his cock and your pussy to massage the inside of your pussy. He curls his finger, whimpering as your moans fill the room.

“More, please, give me more, baby. Make me feel good.” Jaafar listens, and he slowly shoves another finger in, and you look down as the arousal glistens on Jaafar’s lips, you’re obsessed with. You bite your lip and moan as Jaafar continues to thrust his fingers into you.

“Cum for me, let me ravish you.” Jaafar murmurs, and you sputter, releasing your built-up climax into Jaafar’s soft yet filling fingers. He cooes, softly tracing his other hand onto your thighs.

He stands and pulls his pants down. You nod, gripping onto Jaafar’s shoulder as he pushes his cock inside you, slowly.

“I don’t want to hurt you, baby, so I’ll go slow, okay?” He hums, and you whimper as every inch fills you so perfectly. He moans into your ear, cock swallowed by the warmth of your perfect pussy, he’s intoxicated by. He’s scared to push into you more without your approval, but you tap his arms for more, and he obliges.

“This pussy was made for me. Just for me.” He cries out, stretching you so delicately.

“Just for you, it’s all for you. Just like that cock is mine.” You pant, eyes rolling back as he wraps his legs around your waist.

He slowly begins rolling his hips into you, finding a perfect rhythm in watching you slowly jerk back into the couch. The sight makes him bite his lip, bringing his hands down to your nipples. You take your hand and wrap it around his throat, putting enough pressure to have Jaafar’s hips stutter.

This pleasure has him begin rutting into you, bodies melted so perfectly together, you were in no rush to ever separate. He was hungry for your pussy, your warmth, your heart. He leaned down to kiss you, licking your lip so lusciously you began to cry out, begging for more.

“I’ll give you that and more, I promise,” Jaafar reassures you, nipping below your ear.

You began to feel your walls flutter around his cock, and Jaafar nodded as you screamed out. You threw your head back, gripping onto his curls as his hips pound into you, thrusting in you one more time before he cums inside your warmth, you following after.

You whimper softly as he slowly releases from you and takes a breath before standing, crouching down to pick you up from the couch. He walks the two of you to your bathroom, setting you down into the bathtub and turning on the water.

“Thank you for this. Truly. I’ve been blessed.” Jaafar says, and you softly smile. He begins lathering your body with water, making sure to wash away any of his or your arousal off your body.

“You weren’t that bad yourself, J.” You tease, and Jaafar throws water at your face playfully.

He continues to wash your body, wrapping you in a towel and carrying you onto your bed. He sits down next to you, grabbing your hands. “I love you.”

Your eyes softly lighten, looking for any hesitation in his face. Instead, there are tears and a serious light you’ve never seen him give you before, not while you were looking, at least.

“I’ve loved you for so long, and I wanted to tell you forever. I was scared I wasn’t enough for you, but you’re my person. The person I want to see every day, even on my worst days.” Jaafar continues, and you bring your hand to his face and wipe away his tears. You lean your forehead on his, smiling as you close the gap between the two of you.

“I love you. Thank you for trusting me, for allowing me to be your safe space.” You whisper, and Jaafar smiles into your kiss.

Jaafar pulls away, tugging at your towel. “I didn’t know I was into being controlled, you know? Not until I met you.”

You laugh, and shake your head, playfully tugging at his hair. “Next time, I think I’ll tie you up, show you if you really like to be dominated.”

Jaafar looks over at your open drawer, spotting a scarf lying out. He looks over at you, and you raise a brow. He walks over to it and hands it to you, and you smile.

“Ready to be edged for hours, baby?”

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jaafar jackson is shy about a... particularly spicier scene for the sequel to michael and quickly forgets to follow the script

(18+ ;) 3.6k words [part 2]

the production had already pulled you aside to discuss what the scene would be about, the director wanted to give greater emphasis on michael jackson's love life this time, and they landed that you would portray the sexual energy of the scene perfectly.

but it was a quick summary of the scene, you were promised to get a more complete explanation soon.

you were a gorgeous girl, and not many people knew of you. all of your roles before this were small ones, but you had poured your all into it. you have never felt more blessed to be a part of a production as big as this one, especially since for most of the movie, you will be acting beside a real jackson.

now, you were in a room with the writers and director of the sequel, no one had begun filming yet, now it was about laying the foundation down. jaafar was sat beside you on the long table, you guys have met countless times before-hand and got on well, you realize that a kind heart was genetic in the jackson family. but still, you guys were co-worker friendly.

the director clears his throat while pressing the edges of the paper to the table. "jaafar, you've seen my email?"

softly, jaafar responds. "yes, i responded back this morning."

the man shrugs, "no need, we'll discuss everything now. y/n, are you okay with nudity?"

ppyopulii

🎸 tour date | ft. lee jihoon

PREVIEW. The limelight is yours—you’ve been itching for it ever since your debut only six months ago, and your pathway to stardom is a straight-shot after being recruited to be the opener for the world-famous rock band CH33RS. This a hundred day tour is sure to bring you the fame you know you’re deserving of, especially after the announcement of your upcoming debut album. The only catch? WOOZI, lead singer of CH33RS, seems to hate you.

FEATURING. rockstar!lee jihoon x risingstar!reader GENRE(S). drama, angst, fluff, smut (mdni.) LENGTH | WC. <3.5 hrs | 27.5k (PHEW) TAGS | EXPLICITS. cursing, miscommunication, not really e2l more like they just get off on the wrong foot, lots & lots of tension, mentions of drug use, mentions of alcohol use, reader suffers from anxiety, mistreatment of idols by staff, mentions of needles from piercings (belly button, lobe, eyebrow, nose), descriptions of violence, frieren spoilers (!!!) | dom!ljh, sub!r, oral (r), fingering (r), finger sucking, reader has breasts, one (1) pussy slap, riding, doggy style, unprotected sex (pls be careful y'all…), sir kink, nicknames (ljh calls r pretty, baby)

JAY’S MUSINGS. FOR YUKI'S 100 MILESTONE COLLAB! i had an absolute BLAST getting to meet so many new ppl thru this collab & am excited to read through everyone else's work! additional warning: this is the craziest, longest projection I’ve ever done onto the mc for a fic. pls don't perceive me too hard. this is ALSO my smut debut (つ﹏<。)… I fear they get hella freaky. once again, pls don’t perceive me too hard. BIG BIG thank you to calli & hershey (@hhaechansmoless & @junplusone), my loves, for seeing me through this. (those sprints were insane btw. u guys rock. love u eternally.)

LISTEN TO THE SETLIST HERE! (🎧) fan favorites include california & he gets me so high by beabadoobee, r u mine, snap out of it, do i wanna know?, & 505 by arctic monkeys.

📍 SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA

The photoshoot set is loud—too loud, if anyone were to ask you.

goldenhourology

SLACKING OFF.

pairing: jeon wonwoo x f!reader

genre: smut, angst, fluff, coworkers to lovers, friends to lovers

summary: being technologically averse, yet a complete control freak to your core, you tend to annoy senior IT specialist, jeon wonwoo, to no end. but after an apology brings you two closer together, wonwoo finds himself reaching out to you more often than not. on and off slack. despite what you two had originally perceived, you find yourself thrown into feelings that neither of you could've ever prepared for.

warnings: handjobs, fingering, oral (f!recieving), unprotected sex, missionary position, belly bulge, grinding, praise, wonwoo is a service top!!, multiple sex scenes, jerking it in an corporate office bathroom lol, drunk horniness, miscommunication, reader is learning how to open up<3, mutual pining. nsfw (minors / ageless blogs dni).

word count: 19.2k

note: hello new ppl, welcome to the first goldenhourology one shot ✨ I've written things in the past, but this is my first really long one shot. the longer it got, the more I stressed out lol. but I've seen a lot of people do this 20k word one shots, so I thought I'd try my hand at it! also idk much about tech, so if I got anything wrong in this, pls ignore it. thank you to anyone who gives this a read!!

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Some said your late 20s were the last few years of fun before you fully allowed yourself to be an adult, so why were you always drowning in work?

It didn’t help that you were an executive assistant in one of the biggest software companies in the U.S. When you took the job, surely, you should’ve known that you’d be signing up for an exorbitant amount of work, ranging from invoice management, planning travel for your boss, to even research for senior managers. Despite the constant stress you were under, you liked this job. You liked the trust that your boss had in you. You liked that they let you be independent and figure things out on your own.

And when you couldn’t … you simply contacted IT.

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: ̗̀➛ pairing: pervy bsf jun x female reader

: ̗̀➛ synopsis: Jun has been your best friend for years but you never knew that he’s actually been obsessed with you this whole time. Until he sends you a sudden nude whilst away in China which changes the dynamic.

: ̗̀➛ WC: 3.5k

: ̗̀➛ cw: smut, mutual masterbation, sexting, phone sex, idol! jun, creepy behaviour, established friendship, voyeurism, nudes, dirty talk, teasing, dom! jun, sub! reader, obsessive behaviour

You have always been lucky. You might not be crazy rich, or strikingly pretty, but you truly have the best friend in the world. Wen Junhui.

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I love coming back to this from time 2 time 😇😇

#svt x reader #wen junhui #svt smut #wen junhui x reader #junhui x reader

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