𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒍𝒖𝒗

★*•°.

[sturnznlover]

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･!𝑊𝑒𝑙𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑚𝑦 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑔!°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

My name is Ava ♡

𝑩𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕, 𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒊𝒔𝒎, 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒃𝒊𝒂, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒎 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆.

𓊆~ 20 bisexual autistic.

I dont support ICE, Trump, Charlie Kirk, or AI. block me if you disagree with my opinion.

and-

𐙚 *•°. 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓯𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓜𝓪𝓽𝓽 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵.°•*𐙚

𐙚───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─────𐙚

𝘛𝘺𝘴𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘨𝘦!

[sturnznlover]

Is this a safe place to say that I absolutely hate when im reading an MJ fic and reader says "mikey"...like it weirds me out so much 😭

[michaeldiary]

handle with care pt 2 tomorrow

[sturnznlover]

THESE FNAF PICTURES WITH MICHAEL ARE FRYING ME SO BAD

[yoonitoocutie]

im posting this so someone can make a story about it. he literally look so cute omfg

[amnesia-sc]

bro it's a miracle he turned out as kind and amazing as he did like what the heck his parents put him through??

genuinely believe he had a divine soul bc everything he went through just made him kind

[brookllynbxbyy]

⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐫𝐚! 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥, who makes you take photos with him on his iPhone 3. Michael still struggles to work it even after at least six months of owning it. He gets you to sit on his lap while he makes you send his texts for him, earning impressed hums as you quickly type on the small screen. Honestly, the only reason he bought it was to keep in contact with you, and to receive calls from his assistant, of course.

His entire gallery is pictures of you. He's also definitely taken a picture of you while you're peacefully sleeping on his shoulder, only for you to be woken up by the bright flash he forgot to turn off. He'd also forget to turn off the timer, so you'd have to hold your smile for ten seconds straight.

One night, he called you into the bedroom of the fancy hotel you were staying at.

"Baby, could you come here for a moment?" you heard him call out.

Walking out of the luxurious bathroom, you were trying to unclip the necklace he had bought you earlier that day during your shopping spree in Paris.

"What's up?" you asked, walking towards him.

"A friend of mine showed me his phone, and his background is a picture of his family," he said, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs as he looked up at you. "Why is mine a picture of pebbles?" he asked.

"Jesus, Michael, I don't know," you replied, rolling your eyes.

After finally taking off the necklace, you let it drop in to his pocket and sat down on his lap, your legs resting over his own. His hands found their way around your waist.

"What do you want it to be?" you asked, tapping on the screen.

His background ended up being a picture of him smiling while your serving cunt beside him.

© brookllynbxbyy

[gh0ulxxc]

Hii! I love your writing & had a cute thought to make a request!! Sooo Michael is obviously very ticklish & was thinking of a one shot where reader and michael are making out & reader gets a little handsy like running his hands on his chest and up his shirt & hes blushing & starts giggling against your lips and they gotta keep stopping idk just fluffy and cute !:))

𝑏𝑢𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑓𝑙𝑖𝑒𝑠 ‎ꫂ᭪݁ 𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅 𝗃. ⸝⸝

𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗈𝖿 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗍𝗂𝖼𝗄𝗅𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗁𝖾 𝗂𝗌.

『𝗌𝗁𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅』 𝗑 𝖿𝖾𝗆!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ 𓈈 ── .✦ 𝗐.𝖼. 1,000+

𓍯𓂃𓏧♡

The soft glow of the lamp beside Michael’s couch painted everything in warm gold. Music played quietly in the background, something mellow and slow, barely noticeable beneath the sound of your laughter.

You were curled up beside him, your legs tangled together as you leaned against his shoulder.

Michael looked impossibly handsome tonight.

His dark curls framed his face perfectly, and every time he smiled, your heart did something ridiculous.

“You keep staring at me,” he murmured, a shy smile appearing on his lips.

“I wonder why.”

He laughed softly.

“Maybe because you’re weird.”

“I’m weird?” you gasped dramatically.

“Very weird.”

“You love it.”

Michael rolled his eyes, but the smile never left his face.

“Maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“Okay,” he admitted. “I do.”

Your grin widened.

“That’s better.”

You reached up and gently touched his cheek.

Immediately, Michael’s expression softened.

His dark eyes lingered on yours before he leaned forward.

The kiss started slow.

Sweet.

Comfortable.

The kind of kiss that came naturally after spending countless hours together.

Michael’s hand found your waist while yours slid into his curls.

He practically melted.

You could never get enough of the way he reacted whenever you played with his hair.

A quiet hum escaped him as he kissed you again.

And again.

Each kiss lingered a little longer than the last.

Your heart fluttered.

God, you adored him.

When you finally pulled back for air, Michael rested his forehead against yours.

His cheeks were slightly pink.

“You okay?” you asked softly.

“Mhm.”

“You look flustered.”

“I’m not flustered.”

“You absolutely are.”

“I’m not.”

The blush spreading across his face immediately proved otherwise.

You laughed.

Michael groaned.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like you’re about to tease me.”

Your smile grew.

“Oh.”

“Oh no.”

“Michael.”

“No.”

“You know me so well.”

He pointed at you accusingly.

“That’s not a good thing.”

You laughed and leaned forward to kiss him again.

Michael instantly relaxed.

His arms wrapped around your waist while your fingers wandered across his shoulders.

Across his chest.

Along his sides.

The moment your fingertips brushed his ribs, Michael jerked slightly.

You felt it immediately.

Interesting.

You pulled back.

His eyes narrowed.

“No.”

“No what?”

“You got that look.”

“What look?”

“The look that means you’re planning something.”

You bit your lip to keep from laughing.

Michael groaned dramatically.

“Oh, this is bad.”

“You have no evidence.”

“I know you.”

Your fingers slowly slid back toward his side.

Michael immediately sucked in a breath.

“You are unbelievable.”

“You are ticklish.”

His face turned bright red.

“N-No.”

“Michael.”

“No.”

“Michael.”

He covered his face with one hand.

You laughed.

“That’s definitely a yes.”

Before he could protest, your fingers lightly skimmed his side.

Michael nearly jumped.

A surprised laugh burst out of him.

“Stop!”

“There it is.”

“No!”

You grinned and wiggled your fingers against his ribs.

The reaction was instant.

Michael folded forward, laughing helplessly.

His face was completely red now.

“You—”

Another laugh interrupted him.

“You are so ticklish.”

“I’m not!”

“Michael, you’re literally laughing.”

“Because you’re cheating!”

You couldn’t stop laughing yourself.

The sound of his giggles was adorable.

He tried grabbing your wrists, but between laughing and blushing, he wasn’t exactly coordinated.

“Mercy?” you asked.

“Please.”

You leaned forward and kissed his cheek.

Immediately, Michael’s laughter softened.

His eyes fluttered closed.

“There,” you said.

“I thought you were being nice.”

“I am.”

Then your fingers lightly traced his side again.

Michael gasped.

“You tricked me!”

You dissolved into laughter.

He shook his head.

“You’re evil.”

“But you love me.”

Michael stared at you for a moment.

Then he smiled.

That beautiful, heart-melting smile.

“Yeah.”

Your chest tightened.

No matter how many times he said it, hearing those words always felt special.

You leaned forward and kissed him again.

This time there was no teasing.

No tickling.

Just soft kisses exchanged beneath the warm glow of the lamp.

Michael’s hand rested against your cheek.

Your fingers drifted through his curls.

The world seemed to disappear.

There was only him.

Only the warmth of his embrace.

Only the feeling of being completely at home whenever he was near.

When the kiss finally broke, Michael rested his head against your shoulder.

His arms wrapped around your waist.

“You know,” he said quietly.

“Hm?”

“I should’ve known you were going to tickle me.”

You laughed.

“Why?”

“Because you always do.”

“You make it way too easy.”

He groaned.

“You enjoy embarrassing me.”

“A little.”

“A little?”

“Okay, a lot.”

Michael buried his face in your shoulder.

You felt him laugh.

The sound made you smile instantly.

For a few moments neither of you spoke.

You simply sat together.

Comfortable.

Happy.

Michael eventually lifted his head and looked at you.

His cheeks were still faintly pink.

“You know something?”

“What?”

“I think you’re lucky.”

You raised an eyebrow.

“Lucky?”

“Very lucky.”

“Oh really?”

He nodded seriously.

“Because I could’ve gotten revenge.”

You laughed.

“You would’ve failed.”

“I would’ve not.”

“You would’ve.”

Michael pretended to look offended.

Then he suddenly wrapped his arms around you tighter.

You squealed as he pulled you against him.

“Michael!”

“There.”

“What was that?”

“My revenge.”

“That’s just a hug.”

“Exactly.”

You shook your head.

“You’re ridiculous.”

Michael smiled.

“So are you.”

And as he leaned forward to kiss your forehead, you realized you wouldn’t have him any other way.

₍^. .^₎⟆

a/n : stoppp this one is soo cutee 😖😖 i lowk am gonna start writing more anime fanfics cs i just finished watching blue lock and now it’s literally one of my fav 😌😌

[xplringsturniolos]

I need slutty January 2025 Italy Chris to come back

[lluvrsroq]

these typa videos are sooo weird idc

[mikajensen58]

imagine hiding mature!michael’s wig and helping him find it

word count: 332

a/n: this is so dumb sorry and not proof read

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imagine getting into a minor argument with michael. he accused you of eating the rest of the baked macaroni you cooked, so as revenge, you hid the one thing he wouldn’t be seen in public without.

"y/n, this isn't funny!" michael’s voice echoed from the hallway, arms crossed tightly, and laced with panic.

he rounded the corner into the living room, and you had to bite the inside of your cheek to keep from howling. he was wearing an oversized purple button-down and black trousers that hugged his slightly fuller figure, his skin a striking, pale porcelain, and his jawline sharp—but his natural hair was tucked away under a tight wig cap. the jet-black bob with the bangs and detroit-style layers that usually framed his face was nowhere to be found. it was his favorite one to throw on, and it was one you bought for him at the beauty supply.

"what's wrong, mikey pooh?" you asked, your voice a picture of innocence as you turned a page of your hair magazine.

"gir- you know what's wrong!" he groaned, stamping his loafered foot. he still managed to look handsome despite the wig cap making him appear bald. he looked nothing like how the tabloids portrayed him. even while he was bewildered, he heavily resembled his early eighties self.

"my hair is missing! i have a meeting with bashir's people in an hour. did you hide it?"

"i would never," you gasped, finally looking up. "let me help you look."

for the next twenty minutes, you "helped" by checking the most ridiculous places. you checked the freezer. you checked behind the television. michael was practically on his knees checking under the sofa, his big eyes wide with betrayal.

"if it's in the microwave, y/n, i'm cutting that credit card off!" he warned, pointing a non-threatening long, pale finger at you, entirely unaware that his beloved bob unit was currently shoved inside the empty decorative vase right next to him.

[creekmotel]

[winnieangel]

thank u tumblr algorithm i needed this

[sturnznlover]

Yeah, they knew i needed someone to tell me this.

[444sturns]

guess who just ate cereal at 11pm

[sturnznlover]

Literally us

[thenickgirl]

my big back greedy ass trying so hard to focus on matt when a waffle and bacon is literally right there

[mattsniolo]

New fans thinking Oliver is a new friend 🥲💔

[femalekanye]

yo i can't even open my tt or ig, all these edits keep making me cry ughhhhhhhhdkjdhdbdjsk

[ghulify]

★ SHE WANTS TO GIVE IT ( 𝗆𝗂𝖼𝗁𝖺𝖾𝗅 𝗃𝖺𝖼𝗄𝗌𝗈𝗇 )

PART TWO ▐ 𝙨𝙮𝙣𝙤𝙥𝙨𝙞𝙨. you show michael just how devoted you are to him in the most effective way possible. wc: 2706 ▐ possible age gap (not mentioned), bad!era mj imagined, rough blowjob // facefucking, ball sucking, coming untouched, dirty talk, needy!reader and equally needy!michael. cheating. +18 only.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐃 under your knees, digging in so hard you swore you could feel the bruises already forming on your sensitive skin.

But that wasn't what consumed your mind, no — it was the impressive cock bobbing in front of your face with dark, brown lipstick marks adorning it, marked by no one else but you.

Michael was standing above you, his face confronted in both pleasure and impatience, hands gripping the sink so hard you thought he might break it if he squeezed a little bit harder. His breathing was fast, shallow, as your lips travelled lower, lower, smudging your lipstick all over his thighs, biting on the skin as the need of claiming him as yours consumed your body.

Your eyes were wide and glossy, mouth watering at the mere thought of feeling that familiar weight of his cock on your tongue. You moaned into his skin, tongue darting out to wet your lips before you pressed a teasing kiss on his balls, tongue darting out to trace over the sensitive skin over there.

"See what happens if you keep teasing me like that, girl," Michael half-whispered, half-moaned as you sucked, hard, with that playful glint in your eyes that screamed trouble.

Michael swore he never saw anything more beautiful and desirable in his life: your sinful mouth, messy, with lipstick smeared all over it, now full of his left testicle, sucking and licking it as if to prove a point. Your glimmering eyes, half-lidded as you stared right back at him, moving to his other ball, grazing your teeth over it so softly it almost melted his heart. Almost.

"Maybe I like playing with fire, Mr. Jackson."

And you meant it.

One of his hands left the sink it was gripping oh so desperately and moved over to your face, thumb grazing it in an almost loving manner, tracing the outline of your hollowed out cheek. You hummed, feeling wetness spread across your cheeky panties at the sudden intimacy of Michael's touch.

"Yeah?" He whispered, his voice soft like butter but firm and sharp at the same time. His fingers moved over to tuck a strand of your silky hair behind your ear, just to tangle in it seconds later, making your mouth leave his sack with a wet pop!. Michael made you look at him — really look at him, holding you in place with his strong hand in your hair, pulling so hard it made you wince in pain.

You welcomed it anyways.

"Watch out not to get burned, then," He hissed lowly, biting his lip as you opened your mouth, wide, tongue rolling out as if to tease him even more.

And he couldn't take it no more.

With a grunt of effort and barely-contained self control, he guided your mouth higher, higher, until it was on the level with his dripping, twitching cock.

You wet your lips with anticipation as the manly smell of Michael's cologne filled the space around you, wrapping around you like a warm coat on a cold night.

"You want it in your mouth so bad, don't ya baby?" He didn't ask. He already knew.

You nodded, a barely contained expression of arousal spreading across your angelic face.

Michael's gaze hardened as he tugged on your hair, hard, causing the very tip of his lengthy cock to push into your mouth.

No matter how many times you did this, you could never get used to the stretch his cock provided you every single time. You whimpered, so softly you hoped Michael wouldn't hear, as the familiar taste of his pre-cum filled your mouth — your tongue already rubbing against the sensitive point on the underside of his dick with the type of hunger that came from a girl that couldn't fully have what she truly wanted.

"Good girl, just like that — you know how to make me happy, don't ya, little one?" He whispered, pulling his bottom lip in between his teeth to suppress the moan that rumbled in the back of his throat. You nodded the best you could, blinking softly, one of your hands moving up from its position on Michael's thigh to wrap around the base of his cock, beginning to stroke him in the rhythm of your mouth moving.

You slowly coated him in your saliva, not once breaking eye contact as you took him a little deeper; another inch in your greedy mouth, moaning like a bitch in heat as the hand in your hair tightened. Michael threw his head back, pushing the hand wrapped around him away with a sharp inhale.

"Take all of me in that pretty little mouth of yours. I know you can, baby," He whispered, forcing your head further, further, until his length hit the back of your throat.

Your hands clawed on his thighs, begging for mercy, eyes wide and scared as you tried to shake your head; trying to pull away from the pain he caused, sharp and unrelenting force on your throat. You took deep breaths into your nose, whole body twitching as Michael kept you there, not letting you pull away as you gagged, saliva dripping down onto your expensive dress, down onto the even more expensive marble floor.

"Just like that, oh—" Michael whined, then, eyes rolling back, ignorant to the lack of oxygen in your lungs, to the tears running down your face, eyes wide and pleading.

You tried to convince yourself that you didn't like it, even when you were gushing in your small panties, moaning around his cock, tongue moving around the length of him to coax more of those sexy sounds out of his mouth.

And so your mouth relaxed, your throat opened for him, granting Michael all the permission he needed to take even more from you.

Instead of fighting it, you began to bob your head, encouraged by the hand in your hair that guided you as you moved further down until the coarse hairs below his navel tickled your nose. You slowly came back up, swallowing the pain in your throat as your tongue traced the veins adorning Michael's cock, heavy as ever, reddened and covered in vitiligo spots that, in your eyes, made him even more beautiful.

"So good, baby, just like that. That's the only thing you're good for, right? On your knees for me, rubbing your thighs together to soothe that ache, because sucking me off turns you on so much?"

You nodded, desperate, feeling the stickiness on your thighs that did nothing but confirm his mean words.

The man moaned above you, loud and unashamed, his hips thrusting out to rub his cock all over your face. The smirk that played on his lips was anything but kind, his bottom lip permanently stuck between his teeth as he took you in; your face painted by the mixture of your own saliva and the pre-cum relentlessly leaking out of Michael's slit.

"Just wanna make you feel good, Mike, I—" You swallowed hard, nails digging into his thighs so deep you thought you'd surely leave marks. "Let me take you. All of you. Use me however you please, I need to feel you, baby—"

You were rambling, desperate, until you felt a hard tug on the back of your head. The sharp, sudden pain coaxed a whimper out of you, as Michael's other hand tapped your cheek once, twice, thumb rubbing softly against your lower lip.

"Then take me," He mumbled, leading your mouth back to him, forcing your head down until all of his length was buried deep in your mouth, his hips bucking in an attempt to push even deeper into your throat. You willingly let him, swirling your tongue around the cock occupying your mouth, not caring about the absolute mess you've become. He kept your head in place with a firm hand, then began thrusting into your mouth with barely contained, pent up frustration and anger.

Frustration that he couldn't have all of you. Anger that you could never truly be his, and he couldn't be yours.

He groaned above you, every single thrust harder than the last, making you gag and tears run down your swollen cheeks. You did the best you could to keep up with the pace he set: your tongue twirled and twirled, your lips stayed wide open, your eyes stayed locked on Michael's even as his head dropped between his shoulders due to the immense pleasure. You pulled him closer with your sharp, red nails digging into his thighs, keeping him in your throat for as long as you could handle, moaning and whimpering to stimulate his twitching cock further.

And it definitely worked, oh, it worked so well. Michael's hips pushed further into your face, cock bulging in your throat until all you could smell, feel and see was him. Your nose was pressed firm against his pubic bone as he humped your face, lost in the pleasure that only your warm mouth could provide.

"Oh, baby, you feel so good, so warm, so tight—" He whimpered lowly, glossy eyes locking onto yours as his hips began to move again, cock pistoning in and out of your mouth, "Nothing could ever compare to that dirty mouth of yours. Oh, I'm gonna cum, baby, you feel so good—"

He's moaning again: those prolonged, melodic sounds leaving his mouth that make your eyes roll back into your head, whimpering as if to encourage him to paint your throat white.

Michael's knuckles turn white with the force that he's applying in holding your head in place. The hand on your face moves around, wiping the tears from underneath your eyes, smearing your black mascara everywhere in the process. You look so erotic like this: completely and utterly ruined by him, eyes glazed with the desire buzzing deep in your stomach, fluttering as his dark ones stare deep into yours.

He feels it in his toes first. Then the warm, funny feeling spreads all across his body, the pressure building in his stomach almost unbearable as you swallow around him the best you can, and oh, he can feel it coming—

"Oh, fuck, fuck! Don't stop, please, please, please—"

He doesn't ask where you want it. You've been around long enough for him to know exactly what your response would be.

With a prolonged moan, he pulls you close, hips flush with your tear-covered face as his cock twitches in your mouth for the first time. Little bubbles of saliva pool around the base of his cock — and the sight? The sight is Michael's undoing. Rope after rope of his sweet, thick cum fill your mouth, sliding down your throat and right into your tummy.

The loud, melodic sounds Michael made were your undoing. His voice is a broken whimper as he speaks to you, "Please, please, please, oh, you're such a good girl. Drinking my cum like it's the only thing you need, oh, yes, take it all, good fucking girl".

He sounded so submissive. His voice was so small, even though he's standing above you, practically choking you with his thick cock, looking deep into your eyes as his face twists with unimaginable pleasure that's surging across his whole body. He gave your mouth a few more, weak thrusts, just in time for the tension between your legs to snap.

You moaned — loud, unashamed, shaking on the marble floor as your thighs rubbed together wildly. The knot in your stomach snapped with the final press of your thighs, wetness leaking from your panties onto the floor as you cum so hard your vision blurs for a moment.

Michael stilled, breathing heavily, looking at you with a gaze that's both surprised and full of quiet admiration. He watches you shake on the floor, mouth still full of his cock, mascara dried down on your flushed face, and it's both pathetic but also admirable in a way.

He smiles, then, as one last weak rope of his cum fills your warm mouth, just as your body grows weak and you slump on the floor, exhausted and embarrassed.

"Did you just come in your panties like a little whore?"

He doesn't mean the words to be so harsh, but you don't seem to care anyway. He pulls away, then, his still-hard length leaving your mouth with a wet pop! that only heightens his never wavering arousal.

Your eyes are glazed and satisfied as you stare back at him, gladly accepting the hand he extended in your direction. He pulls you up to stand face-to-face with him before you can react, and you slump into his arms, knees wobbling and shaking; you wouldn't be able to hold yourself up even if you wanted to.

"I'm— I'm sorry, I don't know what came into me, I..."

You trail off, not quite sure what to say. Before you can explain yourself further, Michael pulls you in for a kiss that takes your breath away. Your teeth clash together as he licks into your mouth, surely tasting himself on your tongue, his moans echoing through the bathroom as you suck on his tongue eagerly.

He's quick to spin you around so that you're leaning against the sink, and you're standing on your tiptoes to catch his mouth again, tugging on his hair. It earns another whimper from him, and he holds the back of your head in his hand to keep you close to him.

"That was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen. Holy shit, you're such a dirty little thing, aren't you?" He whispers in between kisses, and you reply with a small moan. One of Michael's hands travels down your body, slipping under your dress until it meets the drenched material of your panties.

"I couldn't help it, Michael," You whispered softly, cradling his face in your hand, nose bumping into his as he pressed his whole body against yours, clearly looking for the intimacy that is your body close to his. "You drive me crazy. When you lose control, it's like my entire body is on fire. I just want to give in to you. I want to be yours." You hesitate. "And I want nothing more than for you to be mine."

He chuckled, but there's no humor in it, only the bittersweet feeling your words conveyed in his heart.

"It's just us, babydoll," He said, hand sneaking in underneath your panties, making you moan out in overstimulation. His length brushed against your thigh in a way that made you dizzy just as his fingers softly pressed against your aching clit.

"I'm yours tonight."

"That's not enough," You argued, pulling him in for a kiss that, you hoped, would tell everything you wouldn't dare to say out loud. "It's not gonna last forever, Michael. You know that—"

"Shut up and let me make you feel good, then," He hissed, lips leaving yours to trail down your neck, teeth gently grazing your skin as your back unwillingly arched into his touch.

Before you could respond, you heard a sharp knock on the door. Your eyes snapped open as panic took over your whole body, but Michael just stayed there — focused, his fingers never stopping, mouth not leaving your neck even as you tried to wiggle out of his embrace.

"Michael, honey, are you there?" The concerned voice from the other side of the door asked.

"I'm a little busy right now, darling," He replied, voice as steady as ever, while he pressed a finger against your lips. Stay fucking quiet.

"Hurry up, the guests are waiting for you," She continued, just as Michael's fingers continued their assault on your clit. They moved further down, pressing into your opening, ever so gentle, and you bit back a moan that threatened to leave your mouth.

"Oh, and if you see my sister on your way out, tell her to hurry up. She's locked herself in her room and doesn't even bother to respond when I call for her", She continued pathetically, and you chuckled under your breath, earning a bite on your shoulder. "You know she likes you much better than me."

Michael pulled away, then, watching as you licked your lips, eager as ever, brows rising in a challenge that only he could accept. He shook his head, clearly amused, turning his head towards the door just as he felt your small hand wrap around his rock hard cock, already aligning it with your weeping entrance.

"I have my methods, honey."

🪷 a/n: first fic about michael (++ the first one in about a year and a half), whoof ! feedback is deeply appreciated, and, moonwalkers, hmu in dms !! it's a brand new start for me in a new fandom and on a completely fresh account and i promise i'm super friendly :) ⩨͢ ⨾ thank you for reading, always!

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