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[tabloidangel]

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[kissmyglxck]

Idc what ppl say Ik jaafar a freak! Can you make a Jaafar x ex gf reader fic. He sees her at one of Jermajestys parties and he fcks her brains out in a room. Choking. Edging. All that.

LMAOOO iktr suh, here you go🫶🏾 my first jaafar fic

DRUNK N’ NASTY ── .✦ Jaafar Jackson x exgf!reader

contains: hella smut, rough sex, jaafar is sweet he’s just a dominant man, p in v, choking, overstimulation, praise & degradation kink, power play, sneaking around, teasing, begging, & lots of kisses ofc.

— “wanna get drunk and nasty?”

“What!?” You ask, face scrunched up as you stare at jaafar. “I said you look good!” He shouts over the blaring music.

You and Jaafar had just recently broke up about two months ago. Why you ask? Cause the two of you thought the connection was fading.

But when he saw you in that mini dress tonight at his little brother’s house party, he couldn’t be further from the truth.

And when you saw him in that dress shirt and the wife beater underneath, you swore right there you could rip his clothes right off him.

“Oh.. thank you! You look good too!” You shout, leaning in closer so he can hear you.

He smiles, admiring your figure before responding. “Thank you! Means a lot coming from you, the biggest fashion critic!” He jokes which makes you start to chuckle.

“Yeah, whatever, I take it back!” You roll your eyes playfully as he just grins down at you.

He shrugs, “just being honest!” He laughs.

And with all this laughing and reminiscing yall were doing, it wasn’t surprising that the two of you found yourselves upstairs and in Jermajesty’s room fucking.

“Oh my god, jaafar..!” you whimper, back arching off the bed as you look up at jaafar, eyes glassy from the way he keeps kissing your cervix.

“Missed this so much pretty,” He murmurs into your neck, leaving kisses in his path as his hand travels from the swell of your breast to your waist.

His touch makes you melt every time. You’ve missed it so much. No one’s been able to touch you like he does after the breakup.

But after this, I don’t think you’ll be thinking about trying to sleep with anybody else again.

He lifts his head from your neck, staring into your eyes as he trails his hand back up your body and around your neck. He holds you there, giving you slow, sensual strokes as he stares into your eyes.

You whine as his grip on your neck tightens from the feeling of pure ecstasy running through his veins as you clench around him.

He finally kisses your lips after ogling at them for so long, capturing a moan in his mouth.

Jaafar’s hands roam your body freely, grabbing the both of your thighs and pushing them up against your chest without breaking the kiss for a second.

You gasp into his mouth at the sudden change of position as your knees sit over his shoulders now.

He pulls away, suddenly speeding up his movements as he groans, lip in his mouth.

“Fuck baby..jus’ look at you..” he grits, a low moan slipping from his lips as he pounds into you.

You moan loudly, but it’s not acknowledged due to the loud music blasting through the entire house.

Jaafar pulls away further, gripping your ankle whilst his other hand grips on your neck firmly, deepening the feeling his cock was giving you.

You gasp softly, a moan following right after. “Oh fuuckk!” You gasp again, short of breath at the sudden pace and how good it felt. “Hnnh—right there, fuck!”

“Mmh, right there baby?” Jaafar pants, continuously hitting that same spot. “Right here?” He taunts with fake concern in his tone.

But just ask your nodding your head yes and begging for him, he stops.

You whine, eyes glossy. He shushes you, leaning down to give a kiss to your lips before guiding himself back into your walls, taking his strokes slowly once again.

Your breath hitches because now you can feel him everywhere and it’s killing you.

He lifts his hand from your neck and brings it underneath your thigh before using the both of his hands to lift both your thighs back onto his shoulders.

He leans down, capturing your lips in yet another kiss as his pace suddenly starts to quicken once again.

You start to really cry this time, I mean—sobbing from just how good he felt, how good this felt, and now he was edging you like crazy.

“J, please,” you beg, eyes glossy and on him as your nails dig into his forearms.

He grunts as he drops his head to your shoulder, getting lost in you.

“Please what pretty?” He moans, hips continuing to piston against that same mushy spot.

“Please J, I wanna cum, please, please.” You sob, eyes rolling back as pleasure overtakes you.

Dickdrunk.

“You wanna cum?” He asks, same condescending tone returning to his voice. “You think you deserve it baby? Hm?”

You nod helplessly as you feel his abs start to rub against your clit as he lowers his body even further to give it to you even deeper.

He kisses and sucks at your neck, humming against it. “Use your words please.” He slows his pace, waiting for you to verbally say it. “Or I don’t let you finish.”

You instantly shake your head at that, biting your lip as you sniffle. “No, no, no..m’sorry, please jaafar I deserve it, I really do. I want it, want you so much.” Legs starting to shake from the overstimulation you feel. It was killing you.

He just smiles, lifting his head to peck your lips before speaking. “That’s all you had to say.”

And he’s pounding your shit once again, your mouth instantly going agape as you immediately start to sob, eyes rolling back as you grip at his biceps, tears falling down. “Yes, yes, yes, mmngh fuck, yes!”

He hisses as your nails dig into his skin, but honestly, who gives a shit right now, you feel amazing.

“Gonna cum jaafar, gonna cum.” You whimper to which he coos, planting kisses on your face.

“Yeah baby? Gonna cum all on my dick huh? Go ahead and do it then.” He encourages.

The next thing you know, his tip drags against that mushy part again and your squirting and clenching around him like your scared he’ll leave. “Oh my god,” you whine loudly, head thrown back against the pillows.

Jaafar doesn’t let up, continuing his thrust as he starts to get closer himself. And you’re definitely helping with how tightly your walls are clenching around him. “Jaafarrr!” You mewl, pushing at his chest and arms, just anywhere you could. But it was no use, he was stuck to you now and overstimulating you completely.

“Awh damnit baby you made a mess..” he teases with a whisper against your ear.

It takes a few more slams of his hips against your pussy for him to finish, bottoming out as thick ropes of white cover your insides, filling you to the brim as he moans against your neck.

Once you two fall from your highs, he’s lifting his head from his neck and tonguing you down gently before pulling away.

“I missed you so much babe..” he smiles softly, breathing still unsteady.

You giggle just a bit, eyes fluttering up at him. “I can tell.. I missed you too J.”

He pulls you closer as he pulls out, constantly giving you kisses against your neck. “Good, cause I’m not letting you go ever again after that.”

I wonder how you’re gonna explain the bruise around your neck, the big purple marks on your neck, and under your jaw to anyone tomorrow.

Or to Jermajesty on why jaafar insisted he wash his whole bed the moment he wakes up in the morning.

Just nasty.

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[mewnbuns]

lazy morning sex with your underwear pulled to the side and his hand up your shirt and his lips at your ear and your hips grinding back into his

[chmpngekisses]

otw!michael when he wakes up with morning wood

[faiology]

౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪MORNING DEW | jaafar jackson

waking dada up with a treat for his thirtieth birthday in italy ;)

warnings: smut (mdni), unprotected sex

the first thing you register is the light. shining through the crack in the heavy drapes. spreading across the tangled white sheets, across the scatter of clothes that you’d left on the floor the previous night. and it spreads across jaafar’s face but he doesn’t stir.

you prop yourself up on one elbow, careful, slow, the mattress barely breathing beneath you. your body remembering last night. the pleasant burn in your thighs. the tender spot on your neck where his mouth had lingered too long. you can still taste him on your tongue.

the clock on the nightstand read eight forty seven and you need to be at the boat dock by ten.

you move toward the edge of the bed, in an attempt to get yourself together. before you could go far, jaafar’s arm draped around your waist pulling you back to his chest.

“where you going, mama?” he asks, his voice thick with sleep. he hasn’t even opened his eyes yet

“just to the bathroom, baby.”

his eyes crack open, just a little. his hair is a disaster, flattened on one side, curls crushed against the pillow.

“just five more minutes.” he groans it into the pillow, his arm tightening around your waist.

a laugh escapes you at his stubbornness. “we’re gonna be late.”

one eye opens fully now. he peers at you, then at the window, then back at you. the sleep receding, replaced by a slow, crooked smile that you’ve learned to recognize.

“i guess we have to be quick, then.”

he hand finds the back of your neck and he pulls you in. he kisses you hot and open-mouthed. his tongue sliding against yours. his fingers tangle in your hair, tilting your head to deepen the angle.

you swing a leg over his hips and the sheet falls away. he’s already half-hard beneath you, his dick pressing against the inside of your thigh. the contact draws a sharp exhale from him that you swallow down. your hands on his face, thumbs tracing his jaw, the stubble rough against your palms.

his hand slides up your thigh. his fingertips skim the sensitive skin where your leg meets your hip, and then he finds you—slick and swollen, still tender from the hours before, still wet.

“fuck,” he breathes against your mouth.

you pulled four orgasms from him last night and he gave you five. you’d really lost count somewhere around two a.m., when he’d bent you over the balcony. the memory flashes through you now—the sound of the water against the cliffs, his breath ragged in your ear, the way he’d called out your name.

now it’s morning and he’s hard again and you’re dripping for him like the last eight hours never happened.

“happy birthday, my love,” you whisper against his ear. your teeth graze the lobe.

his grip on your thigh tightens as you rock against him, his hips twitching. the sound he makes isn’t quite a groan and isn’t quite a growl. something in between.

“flip over.”

you do.

the sheets are still warm where his body had been. you press your cheek into the pillow—his pillow, the one that smells like his cologne—and arch your back, presenting yourself to him. the morning light shining across your spine. you hear him shift behind you, the mattress dipping as he rises to his knees.

his palm flattens between your shoulder blades, guiding your chest down, down, until your ass is lifted higher.

“look at you.” his voice has gone rough. “so ready for me.”

two fingers slide through your folds from behind. parting you. he circles your clit once, twice, and your thighs tremble. a broken sound escapes your throat.

he enters you in one smooth stroke. no warning. your fingers curl into the sheets and your eyes squeeze shut and the sound you make is muffled by the pillow. he pauses there, buried deep, letting you adjust. his thighs press against the backs of yours. you can feel him pulse inside you.

“best gift I ever got.” his hand wraps around your wrist. then the other. he gathers both behind your back, crossing them at the small of your spine, pinning them there with one hand. the stretch of it sends a sharp thrill through your shoulders. “this pussy right here.”

he thrusts slow at first, but then deeper, harder, finding the rhythm. the hand not holding your wrists presses down on the back of your neck, gently guiding your face into the pillow.

“been thinking about this all week,” he grits out.

the headboard taps against the wall. a steady, rhythmic knock. you can’t see him from this angle but you can feel him. the the grip of his fingers tightening around your wrists every time you clench around him.

you whimper. unable to speak. words are gone. thoughts gone. there’s only the stretch and the slide and the building pressure low in your belly. the way he knows exactly how to angle his hips to hit that spot that makes your vision spark white.

his free hand leaves your neck. slides down your side, gripping your hip for leverage as he drives into you faster.

the room fills with the sound of your skin on skin. the creak of bedsprings. his breathing, ragged and uneven, mixing with the broken moans spilling from your mouth into the pillow.

“you gonna come for me again, baby?”

you can’t answer. you can barely nod. your thighs are shaking uncontrollably and he’s still going, relentless, murmuring filth into your ear about how perfect you are, how he’s never had anything like you, how he’s going to—

then the doorbell rings and you both freeze, not expecting company. you go rigid beneath him, chest heaving. still on a high.

“ignore it,” he breathes as it rings again.

from somewhere beyond the bedroom door, you hear a voice call out in rapid italian. something about the boat. something about the tide. neither of you care.

jaafar doesn’t pull out. his grip on your wrists doesn’t loosen. he leans closer, lips brushing the shell of your ear, and his voice is a dark, amused whisper.

“they can wait.”

[86jodeci]

[tabloidangel]

exactly how i visualize my xreader’s in my storiess 😍

[visualsbyaina]

the thoughts are thoughting

[prettyangeliczz]

𝟏𝟖+ — i’m gon speak my mind proudly, fuck it we ball: michael deepening his thrusts into you, it started with a playful conversation with your friends on how he couldn’t handle you, right in front of him. michael got quieter as he stared at you, his hand resting on your thigh, rubbing it slowly while his thigh pressed into your skin to remind you to calm down. when the two of you got back home, he got you on your back in your shared bedroom, your pretty pussy glistening as his pre-cum drips into his condom while he lubed you both up. michael’s already a whimpering and moaning mess the minute he slides his dick in your folds, feeling you tighten around him. “that’s it mama, such a good girl.” he whispers as he leans forward, his chest hard on your back as your nipples brush up and down on the bed, making your clit twitch. his thick fingers move to it, circling your clit around while he begins to pick up his thrusts. your moans echo through the room and into the vents of the house. a part of him feels ashamed for treating you this way, but his jealousy clouds his judgement so much. “fuck, mikey!” you plead as you cry and grip the sheets. “i got you, it’s okay, it’s okay sweet girl. it’s okay.” he coos at you, his girthy dick staying hard the more you squeeze around him and your ass presses onto his hips. skin to skin, the way michael likes it. he’s such a secret freak and you’re learning that more.

[theonlyonlinefish]

🪩✨Imagine-

Being on tour with your boyfriend Michael. Otw!michael would make sure you’re fully pampered during the day because he knows how straining tour life could be on you

Imagine every night sleeping next to him on the bus, the two of you making out and touching each other behind the curtain

As Michael holds your face with his large hands the two of you twirled your tongues in each other’s mouths, you place your hand in his pants and slowly start jerking him off

His eyes darted toward the curtain, panic settling in his chest. On the other side were his brothers, close enough to hear. Sensing he was growing nervous you simply whispered “shhhh”

The more that his precum leaked, the louder the fapping had gotten. Feeling his dick throbbing in your hand. The sounds of your hand tirelessly pumping up and down in a circular motion. Meanwhile you kissed his chest and neck for comfort “Do you want me to stop?” You’d whisper

Michael would feverishly shake no, his chest flaring up and down as his breathing got heavier “No, please don’t stop”

Slowly his hips were grinding into yours—chasing his own peak trying to speed up his orgasm. But you didn’t like this, your favorite part of it all was watching Michael struggle and whimper in your ear. Saying things like “No, I don’t care if we get caught, please just don’t stop”

“You make me feel so good mama”

Just as you sucked on his neck and swirled your tongue against his skin, listening to his whimpers get louder still stroking his dick. He leaned into you trying to mask his moans “Can I cum please?” He whispered to you, you nodded your head

Finally, you felt your hand be splashed with his cum as he desperately tried to conceal his moaning. Feeling his body shake next to yours and his hands tighten around you. He thanked you repeatedly for making him cum just before you licked it off yourself “Thank you, baby” he sighed deeply

“Good boy” you whispered, softly kissing at his neck before moving to his lips

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[billiejeansdream]

✩ unseen footage ~ m.jackson

bad!michael x gf!reader

summary: a short oneshot of michael finding a video you left for him

content: light smut, f!ngering, taped masterbation, slightlyproofread!

wc: 1.6k

authors note: i imagined this specific michael while writing this!

'i left it in here somewhere,' michael mumbles to himself.

the california summer heat suffocates michael's trailer as he searches for his camcorder, needing all the behind-the-scenes footage he can get for his speed demon music video. sweat drips from michael's curls and down his temple, tickling the side of his face as he rummages through piles of clothes and accessories left scattered around.

three loud bangs rattle the side of the trailer, followed by a muffled 'hurry up!', making michael roll his eyes in annoyance. 'i'm look'n!' he huffs, the thick jacket only making the relentless heat worse.

michael's fingertips finally graze the glass lens of his camcorder, buried underneath a pile of pillows on the sofa. he wraps his hand around the body and tugs it free, inspecting the camera for any damage before letting out a quiet sigh of relief. gently, michael grabs the hem of his button up and wipes the lens clean.

flicking the power button on, the viewfinder flickers to life with a soft electronic whir. michael starts to play with the settings, trying to find the right coloring for the bright california sun. his tongue peaks out in concentration as he fumbles with the camcorder, trying to remember which buttons lead to what setting. you always knew how to work this thing better than he did-- though he'd never admit it aloud.

as michael makes his way to the door, he notices a small indicator that catches his eye. the tape isn't blank.

his brows knit together in confusion. he could've sworn he popped in a new tape a couple days ago to make room for today's shot.

curious, michael switches the camcorder into playback mode. the screen flickers for a brief moment before settling on a video you recorded last night.

you're wearing his button-up-- the one you wore to bed last night-- and the sight of you draws a small, involuntary smile on his face. michael lets out a surprised breath as he presses the play button, abandoning the door in favor for the sofa once again. nestling back into the cushions, he lets production wait. they can spare a couple more minutes.

the video crackles for a few seconds before loading onto your face. you beam into the camera, letting those deep dimples michael adores so much, settle into your cheeks.

'hi mikey,' you say warmly. 'i hope everything's going well. i miss you baby.'

his smile grows without him even realizing. after a day of hearing directors bark orders, crew members calling his name, and music blaring from every corner, your voice is the only thing he wants to hear. it fills the trailer with a warmth, the california sun couldn't provide even on its worst day.

you set the camera down on the bed you shared, letting it capture your full body in the frame, and let your fingers grasp the top button of michael's shirt--popping them open one by one.

'hopefully you missed me just as much as i missed you.'

michael's eyes widen like saucers as he watches you unbutton his shirt to reveal absolutely nothing underneath. not even those cute little lace panties you loved to wear around him. just your golden-brown skin glistening from all the body butters you used. he can almost smell you through the camera, remembering how you smelled when he climbed into bed beside you last night.

he watches as you spread the shirt apart, giving him full view of your breasts. nipples erect as they greet the cold air and michael's hungry eyes. you slide your hands up your belly, cupping each breast in your hands, squeezing the flesh and rolling the nipple between your fingers.

'ohh fuck,' he hears you whisper, lightly wincing at your mouth as you tug harshly on the bud before letting your breast snap back in place.

if anyone were to come in and hear your lewd moans and whimpers, he'd never live to see another day. it took him completely by surprise that you left him such a video, meant for his eyes only. seeing you grope yourself, for him, made the tent in his pants stand tall. you must've recorded this before he came home from rehearsal.

you lean back on your hands, hiking your thighs up and spreading them wide, flashing your juicy cunt straight at the camera. michael lets out a silent gasp as he sees the light reflect off your lips. like they're drooling at the sight of being filmed. oh, what he'd give to have a taste.

a moan slips from your mouth as you bring your hand to your cunt, dipping into your entrance to collect some slick before heading up to your clit.

'oh minnie... my sweet girl,' he mewls, entranced with the way your fingers rush and circle over your nub, desperate for some sort of stimulation. you even took it a step further by giving yourself a few soft smacks against your cunt before swirling your fingertips with such sloppiness, michael had to close his eyes to regulate his nervous system. his angel was behaving so nasty, it made shivers go down his spine.

it was just too much. all he can hear was you and your pussy crying for him. begging to be touched and soothed by him. and all he can think of was 'how could you film such perversion and then crawl into bed beside him as if you hadn't just sealed his fate? kiss him goodbye and send him on his way, knowing you left behind a piece of yourself he'd cherish deeply.'

a gasp catches in your throat and michael snaps his eyes open, taking in a sight so divine it left him speechless.

'mmm papa...,' you whine, plunging two slender fingers in and out of your sopping cunt. drops of your essence splatter from your cunt and smear along the inside of your thighs. it's like watching his favorite artist paint a piece in real time. the pace you're giving yourself so quick and sharp that michael fights a scowl, not appreciating the way you're rushing. he really wanted you to take your time, show him exactly how you want it.

if only he knew of your surreptitious video before he was out of your vicinity. he would've put you right through the mattress.

your shaky moans and tiny gasps of air rewrite the chemistry in his brain. it's like he's witnessing an erotic scene for the first time. every squelch from your cunt has him seeing stars. every eyebrow scrunch and lip quiver you throw out when your fingers graze that delicious spot, makes the room spin around him. every pump of your digits brings him one step closer to an untouched orgasm.

he can't escape this spell you've placed him under. you're everywhere. in his ears, right in front of his face. he can even feel the tightness of your walls surround him as you clench around your fingers. vacuuming them inside with greed.

he can't think. he can't even breathe. you must've known what this was going to do to him, right? that's why you did it in the first place?

michael’s eyes glaze over as you buck your cunt onto your fingers. whines reaching that high pitch tone you develop when you’re so close. the muscles in your stomach contract as your body edges the brink of euphoria.

‘c’mon angel, almos’ there,’ michael urges, antsy to watch you unravel for him when he notices how tired you’re getting. your pace faltering until it's nothing but a slow, harsh pump. palm slapping your clit as you stuff your fingers until you can’t anymore. it was truly enamoring.

you slam your palm down a couple more times, chasing that dual stimulation before shaking your hand aggressively, seeming to have found that spot that makes you twitch. michael watches as your back arches deeply before your head whips back.

a violent stream gushes from you and straight at the camera lens. drowning and warping the video with your essence as a loud cry tears from your throat. so beautiful and raw that michael moans with you. feeling as though he’s riding this wave with you.

your body collapses back on itself, chest heaving, as you try to overcome the aftershocks that crash upon you with no mercy. every twitch bringing on a new surge of pleasure, numbing your brain to complete mush.

it takes a second for you to gain your senses, and when you do you rise to meet the camera with the cutest lazy smile michael’s ever seen. a fucked out smile that lets him know you’ve achieved your goal. the hand you squirted on, still dripping, reaches to end the video. leaving michael in complete silence with his thoughts.

‘bang bang bang’

michael jolts at the sudden pounding on his door, clutching the camera tight against his chest as he feels his heart leap into his throat. without bothering to see who's there, he flicks the power button off, the sharp snap cutting through the silence .

‘mike, did you find it?’ bill’s muffled voice calls through the door, laced with growing urgency. michael fumbles with the tape compartment, popping it open before pulling the tape free with shaky fingers. he quickly stuffs it between sofa cushions, making sure it disappears from sight.

‘im comin’!’

with reluctance, michael stands from the sofa, lightly cringing at the pool of pre-cum dribbling down his thighs. he reaches down, rubbing his nectar into his boxers as he makes his way out of the trailer. already constructing a plan dedicated for you when he gets home.

authors note: currently working on a long smut/angst oneshot that's so nasty and offers no comfort (at least for part one..), y'all will struggle figuring out if you hate me or love me.

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[pvtypyt]

In which michael loves the mess between your legs

₊˚⊹ pairing otw!michael x f.blackreader .

₊˚⊹ premise michael finds a liking knowing you're a personal Waterpark and ice cream machine.

₊˚⊹ contains pussy eating, squirting, multiple orgasms.

˖᯽ ݁ lovely request

Encino, Hayvenhurst — 1979

michael was terribly stressed due to trying to become a solo artist for the first time in the world. But he was even more stressed at the fact that he couldn't do a solo tour. And you, his lovely girlfriend, had to hear about it every single time, whether it's on the phone, taking a walk, feeding his animals, sitting on his lap, or hell even while you were trying to sleep.

And gosh, you were sick of hearing it.

You were currently in michaels room, sitting on the edge of his bed swinging your feet, listening to him rant on and on about the same situation once again, not being able to tour by himself.

"I just don't get it, baby," he looks at you, a slight frown forming on his lips. "He won't let me tour by myself, I've tried everything even down to hiring him." He flopped down onto the bed next to you, looking at you with those big bambi eyes.

"I know, baby," you murmured, laying down next to him, scooting closer to him. Your fingers instantly running through his fro. "I know you'd be a great solo artist, you're a grown man. Your father is being such a stuck-up asshole." You looked at him. You knew your boyfriend was too polite and too sweet to speak up about his feelings to people that hurt him. But you, on the other hand, you didn't give a rats ass and that's what michael loved about you.

He looked at you, really really looked at you. He's been so stressed lately, and he started thinking when was the last time you and him had a little love time together? He wanted to not stop til he got enough. He craved you, or would you be the reason for his stress relief?

He sat up still next to you, his lips kissing your neck as you went on and on about how his father is such a prick, you didn't even realize he was kissing on your neck til you felt a slow suck on your sweet spot that made your breath hitch.

"Michael.....what are you doing?" You chuckled a little, getting completely thrown off by what you were just rambling on. You enjoyed it whenever your sweet boyfriend showed affection. It always felt like he was doing it again for the first time.

"mmh....nothing jus wanna kiss you, that's all baby," he murmured against your skin, kissing everywhere on your neck and then finding your sweet spot on your neck.

Kiss, suck, lick.

next thing you know michael's face is buried between your thighs, tongue working relentlessly over your swollen clit while his fingers pump deep inside your dripping cunt. He's already pulled six orgasms from you, each one more intense than the last, and his mouth shows no signs of stopping.

"That's it, beautiful," he moans against your pussy, the vibrations making your legs shake. "Give me another one, mama come on."

Your hands push weakly at his head, fingers tangling in his curls as you try to create some distance. "Michael... I can't... too much..."

But he doesn't budge. Instead, he doubles down, sucking your clit harder while his fingers curl against that spot inside you that makes stars explode behind your eyelids. His free hand pins your hip down as you writhe beneath him.

"so good, stay still f'me, please baby i need it," he groans against your flesh, tongue lapping at your juices. Everyones stressin me out, how dare jospeh say I'm not better than anyone, does he know who i am?"

It genuinely felt like michael was taking his anger out on you, this whole music thing seemed to really bother him and instead of doing anything dumb. He wanted to make you go dumb by sucking the life out of you.

"ohmygoshhhh—michael!" You cried out, hand still gripping onto his high, thighs shaking as you felt the knot in your stomach about to come undone, "baby I can't take no more....please baby pleasepleasepleasee" you moaned out.

If anything that made his tongue work faster around your clit, fingers curling inside you as he ate you out like a starved man, "I know baby, I know but you're taking it so well f'me it's just my fingers mama, relax for me, okay?" He cooed trying to soothe you with his voice while his actions proved otherwise.

You didn't know if you were pleading for him to stop, to make you cum, or to keep going. All you knew was that you were already on your what eighth orgasm?, "michael—hiccup!—ouu shiitt" you arched your back, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Your eighth orgasm crashes through you like a freight train, your back arching off the bed as your thighs clamp around his head. The pleasure is almost painful in its intensity, your vision going white as you scream his name.

"Michael! Fuck, Michael, please!"

Your hands push harder at his head, desperate for a break from the overwhelming sensations. But Michael just moans louder, the sound muffled against your cunt as he continues his assault. His tongue traces circles around your oversensitive clit while his fingers never stop their relentless thrusting.

"breath baby," he breathes, pulling back just enough to look up at you with glassy, unfocused eyes. "You can take it baby, i promise just relax and be a good girl f'me baby, I jus wanna taste you."

He dives back in immediately, tongue pushing inside your entrance as he laps up your release. Your moans echo off the walls, loud and broken, each sound spurring him on further.

"mmnghm—ohmygosh oh fuck–" you whined, eyes beginning to tear up due to all the stimulation causing you to reach your breaking point of pure tears of pleasure.

"That's it, let me hear you," he encourages, voice hoarse with lust.

Your body convulses as the pleasure builds again, different this time, more intense. The pressure in your lower belly grows unbearable. "michael—baby please i cant take no more, ohmygosh—oh fuck fuck fuckkk." and suddenly you're gushing, clear liquid spraying from your cunt as you experience your first squirt.

Michael pulls back, his face absolutely transformed. His eyes are wide, mouth slightly open in awe, a look of pure discovery spreading across his features like he's just found something sacred. Your juices drip from his chin, and he looks absolutely wrecked with lust and love.

"Holy fuck," he whispers, voice filled with wonder. "You just... you squirted for me. Look at that, baby. You're so beautiful when you do that." He looked up at you with those big eyes, almost as if they were staring through your soul, like he was pleading with you to give him more of you.

You think he's going to give you a break, but instead, that obsessed look intensifies. He dives back between your legs with renewed purpose, tongue seeking out your clit again as his fingers find that spot inside you.

"Again," he demands, voice muffled against your pussy. "Do it again for me, beautiful. You're so perfect, so responsive. Come on, give it to me." He was straight babbling against your clit even while multitasking.

His tongue works frantically, fingers pumping hard as he chases your next release. Your moans grow louder, more desperate, as the pressure builds once more.

"baby—babypleasepleaseplease" you could barely fathom any correct sentences, tears rolling down your face from all the stimulation, if you knew that your lovely boyfriend was this angry at his work not being credited enough you would've just asked him to work his miracles on you anyways.

"That's my girl," he praises, pulling back just enough to speak. "Look at how wet you are, you can take it baby right?" He looks up at you while his tongue works magic on your clit.

you nod your head frantically not being able to say anything at the moment besides broken moans and sobs. "Uh-huh, I promise!"

"That's what I thought."

The second squirt hits even harder, your body convulsing as liquid sprays from you in powerful bursts. Michael moans like he's in heaven, lapping at your release while his fingers continue their relentless pace.

"oh yes," he murmured against your clit, face glistening with your juices. "That's it, beautiful.."

He doesn't stop. Each time you think you've reached your limit, he pushes you further, tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony to drag orgasm after orgasm from your exhausted body. Your voice is hoarse from screaming, thighs trembling uncontrollably as he continues his worship between your legs.

"Nine," he counts, voice reverent. "Ten. Eleven. God, you're incredible. Look at you, squirting all over my face like the beautiful lady you are, ain't that right mama?, i rather your body let me know how well I'm doin."

Your body convulses through another powerful squirt, the sensation almost too much to bear. "hmnghh!—I cant...can't take anymore mike."

Michael moans against your cunt, completely lost in his obsession with making you come undone.

"That's my beautiful girl," he whispers, pressing gentle kisses to your inner thighs between licks. "I knew you could take it mama, you did so well f'me it's okay baby" he cooed.

He continues his relentless pace, tongue never stopping its assault on your oversensitive flesh as he chases your next release, completely drunk on the taste of your pussy and the sight of you squirting for him.

His mouth never leaves your soaked cunt, his tongue working in relentless circles around your swollen clit while his fingers pump deep inside your dripping hole. The sheets beneath you are completely soaked, your thighs trembling as he forces another orgasm from your exhausted body

"Just a little more," he groans against your pussy, the vibrations making your back arch off the bed. He was obsessed with the fact that he knew you were a squirter now. He's never seen anything like that, it was amazing. Mesmerizing, it looked ethereal to him, the way you reacted and screamed his name, he was obsessed with it.

Your hands push weakly at his head, fingers gripping his curls as you try to create some distance. "Michael—baby i can't—"

But he only moans louder, sucking your clit harder, then with a wet sudden pop he finally stops sucking your clit. His fingers leaving your pussy causing you to clench around nothing. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

"You look beautiful." He smiled as if he wasn't the cause of your fucked-out look. You looked an absolute mess. Hair in different directions, mascara messed up from your crying. Thighs shaking uncontrollably. A soft laugh escaping his lips, "guess we could change the sheets afterwards sweetheart." He looked down at the soaked sheets that was full of wetness.

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[thrillerhaze]

— practice ⟡˖ ࣪

pre otw!michael x reader

synopsis: you and your bestfriend michael are watching a movie, and when a romantic scene comes on, michael’s mind begins to wander, asking you to do something you never thought would happen. based on this request! ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱

warnings: smut (mdni) ⊹

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you and michael lied on his bed, it was a cold rainy night, which had been a reason your sleeping over. you both had made yourself comfortable while you two were amidst watching a movie, your legs crossed as you sat up straight, michael resting against the headboard. “this movie is boring.” you mumbled, shoving popcorn into your mouth. michael turned his head towards you, “no it’s not! it’s one of my favorites.”

you scoffed. “yeah, right.” but what made you both snap back to the screen was one of those dramatic love confessions that ended up blossoming into a kiss. after a minute michael spoke up, sheepishly, “have you ever kissed anyone before?” that made you turn around, now facing him, sitting on your knees. “yeah, obviously.” you smiled “have you?” michael could feel his face heating up, he broke eye contact, looking down at his pajama pants. “..no.” he muttered. your initial reaction was shock, michael? not kissing anybody? i mean come on, he was incredibly handsome. the last thing you wanted to do was make him feel bad though.

you smiled softly. “that’s okay. i’m sure it’ll happen soon.” michael began to bite at his lips, it looked like he had been contemplating something, the silence growing thick. you spoke up again, shuffling closer. “what’s wrong, mike?” he looked up, your eyes meeting, he then looked back down, mumbling “maybe..you could help me.” you tilted your head, “help you with what?” he then looked back up at you, maintaining eye contact, “help me learn how to kiss.” you practically choked on your breath, trying your best to remain cool. kissing michael had been a fantasy in your head that has existed for a long while. you blinked a few times, “..yeah..sure.” you spoke softly. he smiled a bit, but you could see how nervous he was, his chest rising and falling quicker then usual.

you scooted even closer, your faces inches away now. “let’s just.. start simple.” you slightly leaned in, you could hear michael swallow, his adam’s apple bobbing, his breath against your face. you fully leaned in, giving him a soft kiss, that lasted longer then it should’ve. you pulled away slightly. michael then whispered “what about.. with tongue?” he looked down at your lips, then back up at you, your chest began to rise and fall faster, was this really happening? you spoke faintly, “okay.. just—follow my lead.” he nodded eagerly. you slowly leaned in, michael doing the same until your lips connected, michael’s lips were warm and soft, moving against yours, they parted slightly, allowing your tongue to slip inside,

sighs and moans began to pass between michael and your lips, his hands moving to grip your waist, pulling you towards him, you moved to straddle him, pulling away from his lips to do so, you could feel his bulge beneath his thin pajama pants, a small whine leaving his lips as you settled onto him, he immediately tangled his hand in your hair, locking your lips together once more, your hands ran down his chest, moving up his shirt, you could feel how fast his heart was racing,

the feel of your hands against his warm skin sent him over the edge, his hips involuntarily bucking upwards, which made the both of you let out a moan, his hand moved from your hair to your cheek, but what snapped the both of you out of it was a knock on michael’s door, the both of you flinching; you immediately got off michael’s lap, running your hands over your shirt in an attempt to seem presentable. michael stumbling as he made his way to the door, looking unraveled, he cracked it open,

“mike, have you seen—“ tito furrowed his brows, “you alright?” michael cleared his throat, “yeah, yeah i’m fine. what happened?” tito went on to blabbering, you didn’t really pay attention, still in shock with what just happened between you and michael, you snapped out of it when he closed the door, sitting back down next to you, he turned his head to look at you with a shy smile, “i think i might need more practice.”

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this was my first time writing (sorta) smut?! lmk how i did…. 👀👀 i really liked this request

[kkgalerii]

imagine :

michael loves to bite you ݁ ˖Ი𐑼ֶָ֢

content: 18+, light smut, biting kink, and making out. .☘︎ ݁˖

☁︎ the august evening heat clung heavily to the air outside, but inside your bedroom, the ceiling fan spun lazily overhead, slicing through the warm, golden light cast by the single bedside lamp.

it had been a long, blissfully slow summer day—hours spent out by your backyard pool, laughing until your ribs ached, eating thick slices of cold watermelon, and splashing each other like a pair of kids without a care in the world.

now, the sun had long vanished beneath the horizon, leaving the room bathed in a low, intimate glow.

you stood in front of your vanity mirror wearing a cute baby pink lacy nightgown after your shower, smoothing a generous layer of rich cocoa butter over your dark, warm skin. through the golden reflection of the glass, you watched the bathroom door swing open with a soft, slow creak. michael stepped out, steam billowing behind him into the bedroom air.

his broad shoulders glistened with leftover heat, and dark droplets of water clung to his collarbone, occasionally dripping down his bare chest to catch in the waistband of the crisp white towel wrapped loosely around his hips. he stopped right in the doorway, resting one bare shoulder against the wooden frame.

his dark eyes locked onto you through the mirror, heavy and focused. a dangerous, incredibly playful grin slowly tugged at the corner of his lips, and he bit his bottom lip, watching the slow, rhythmic sweep of your hands over your thighs, the thin pink lace catching the soft light.

"look at you," he murmured, his soft, indiana accent thick, rich, and dripping with quiet amusement. "just takin' your sweet ol' time over there, huh?"

"some of us actually indulge in self care, baby…" you teased back, catching his gaze in the reflection and raising a cool, unbothered eyebrow.

michael let out a low, breathless chuckle, his bare feet making absolutely no sound against the rug as he crossed the room toward you.

before you could even cap the jar of lotion, his long arms wrapped tightly around your waist from behind, pulling you flush against the heat of his chest. he buried his face straight into the crook of your neck, taking a deep, dramatic breath that vibrated right against your collarbone.

"mmm, golly... you smell so damn good, mama," he moaned softly into your skin, his hands smoothing down your slick, freshly moisturized arms, pressing you closer. "so soft... like silk. i swear i could just eat you right up."

you laughed, but the dampness of his skin seeping into your dry pink nightgown made you squirm in his hold. you raised your hand and slapped his forearm playfully. "michael! get off me, you're still soaking wet from the shower! you're gonna ruin my clean nightgown!"

"i don't care," he laughed right against your ear, refusing to loosen his grip by even a millimeter. he playfully fought back, tightening his arms around your waist and planting a barrage of quick, loud, wet kisses along the side of your neck, his soft afro tickling your cheek. "you're too soft, baby. can't help it. 's your fault for lookin' like that in that little pink gown."

with a dramatic twist and a slippery escape, you managed to slide out of his grasp. giggling, you backed away toward the king-sized bed, tumbling backward onto the mattress and tangling yourself into the cool white sheets to build a barrier.

"stay over there!" you warned, pointing a finger at him while trying desperately to keep a straight face. "i mean it, michael!"

michael’s dark eyes flashed with pure, unadulterated mischief. he stood at the edge of the rug, cocking his head to the side, his hands resting on his hips over the white towel.

"oh, you think you can escape me?" he whispered, his voice dropping into a raspy, playful tone. "you think a couple of sheets are gonna stop me, girl?"

before you could scramble to the far side of the bed, michael leaped.

he landed over you with terrifying speed and agility, the mattress sinking beneath his weight. his hands came down instantly on either side of your head, softly pinning your wrists against the pillows. his chest hovered just inches above yours, his damp curls casting tiny, intricate shadows across his cheekbones.

"i just can't get enough of you," he murmured, the playful teasing in his voice shifting into something much lower, much warmer, and entirely heavy. "nothin' in this whole world feels better than this right here. nothin'."

the joking tension in the room dissolved instantly, replaced by a sudden, electric heat that sent your pulse leaping straight into your throat.

you looked up into his dark, liquid eyes, watching the playful boy from the pool vanish, replaced by a man completely consumed by the woman beneath him. his gaze dropped slowly from your eyes, lingering on your parted lips, before settling on the delicate lace near the neckline of your gown.

"michael..." you breathed out, your voice laced with a faint warning that held zero power.

"quiet, mama," he whispered against your jawline, his breath hot and uneven. "let me look at ya."

he didn't wait. he leaned down, his lips brushing over the sensitive skin right beneath your ear before his teeth clamped down in a deliberate, firm bite.

a sharp gasp tore out of your throat, your back arching off the mattress as the sting shot straight down your spine. "michael!"

"shh, i got you," he murmured against the skin, instantly softening the bite by sticking out his warm tongue and soothing the spot with slow, heavy licks.

he sucked the tender mark into his mouth, drawing a breathy, helpless whimper from your lips before pressing a deep, lingering kiss right over it. "you're okay, baby. i got ya."

he moved two inches lower, his fingers tightening their grip on your wrists as his teeth sank into the junction where your neck met your shoulder. this bite was deeper, harder, making you wince and twist beneath him, your thighs instinctively clutching at his hips.

"ah—jackson, wait—"

"i ain't stoppin'," he growled softly, his gary drawl thick, raspy, and full of raw, possessive heat. he licked over the fresh mark again, his tongue dragging slowly over the heated skin until he sucked it firm, leaving a clear, dark blush behind.

he pulled back just an inch, his dark eyes burning as he observed his work resting against your rich, dark skin. "look at that... look how pretty that looks on you. you're mine, girl. all mine."

"you're being mean," you whined softly, though your fingers were wriggling under his palms, wanting nothing more than to touch him.

"i ain't mean, baby, i'm just crazy about you," he whispered, a wicked, irresistible smirk playing on his lips before he dipped his head back down.

he dragged his teeth along the edge of your collarbone, finding the delicate dip near your throat. he bit down firmly, making you let out a high, breathy squeak that made his chest vibrate with a low, satisfied hum.

immediately, his lips were there to soothe it—licking, sucking, and kissing every inch of bruised, sensitive skin he claimed.

"michael, please," you whimpered, your head rolling back into the pillow, overwhelmed by the dizzying mix of sharp sting and unbearable warmth.

"please what, mama?" he whispered against your chest, his teeth nipping lightly over the soft pink lace of your nightgown, right above the swell of your breast. "tell me what you want. you want me to stop?"

"no," you admitted, the word slipping out before you could stop it.

michael let out a low, breathless laugh against your skin, a sound purely triumphant. "i didn't think so."

he moved lower, his hands slipping away from your wrists to slide down your sides, his long fingers gripping your waist through the thin silk of your nightgown with possessive authority.

he dragged his mouth down your sternum, his teeth nipping mercilessly at the soft skin of your ribs beneath the fabric. every bite drew a fresh wince, a small gasp, or a desperate shift of your hips against his. and after every single bite, his warm tongue would follow, licking away the sting, his lips pressing deep, possessive kisses into your dark skin.

by the time he reached your stomach, pushing the hem of the pink gown up slightly, his teeth grazed the sensitive skin right near your navel, making your entire body jump.

"ah! michael!" you gasped, your hands flying down to bury into his damp, soft curls, pulling him close rather than pushing him away.

he bit down gently one last time, holding the soft skin between his teeth for a long, agonizing second before releasing it and burying his face against your stomach, licking the spot sweet and slow. he pulled back, hovering over your stomach, his dark eyes tracking up your body to take in the sight of you—breathless, flushed, marked by his mouth, and completely undone beneath him in that little lace gown.

"golly, you're breathtaking," he breathed out, his voice reduced to a quiet, hoarse whisper. "look at what you do to me, baby. just look at you."

he slid himself back up your body, the friction of his damp chest against yours sending a shiver straight through you. he rested his heavy weight over you, his hands coming up to frame your face, his long thumbs gently tracing the line of your jawline, stopping at your lower lip.

"you hurt me," you pouted weakly, though your eyes were heavy and clouded with affection.

michael smiled, a sweet, unbelievably tender look softening his sharp features. he leaned down, pressing his forehead lightly against yours, his gary accent low, sweet, and honeyed as he spoke into the tiny space between your lips.

"i'll make it up to you, mama," he whispered, his thumb lightly stroking your lip before he captured your mouth in a deep, slow, breathtaking kiss. "i'll make it up to you all night long."

[cheremj]

❛❛So Good!❜❜

requested !

When michael awoke from a dream of walking in on you cheating, he’s quick to remind you how good you have it with him to let that reality become impossible.

contains smut (minors dni) p in v sex, cunnilingus, semi-rough sex, multiple orgasms, michael is too pussy drunk, teasing, you can never say no to that dick

Michael had to be hearing things.

Each step he took up the stairs, your voice became more clearer to his ears. How he stays frozen just right outside the door as he recognizes the pitch in your gasps, only meaning one thing he’s begging to the gods above it’s not true.

As soon as a name tumbles out your mouth that doesn’t belong to him, his hand shoots out to twist the knob and reveal the terrifying scene playing out right on top of your guys shared bed.

Your eyes snap to his direction, but not the man on top of you that’s having you make all those pants and moans. The man never reveals his face, but that isn’t what Michael is fixated on right now. He’s fixated on the way you didn’t even flinch to see him walk in on you two, instead flashing him a satisfied smirk.

“Oh, yes! Right there! God, I’ve never been fucked this good before!”

His surroundings cut to black as soon as you moaned those words, eyes now showing him in bed half tangled under the sheets. He sits up with such urgency it makes you stir a little in your sleep beside him, in search for his warmth.

Sunlight bleeds through the curtains and stings his eyes, bringing a hand up to cover. Faint chirping can be heard, which reassures him it’s a new morning and it was only a dream.

A dream like that would have anyone start to have doubts in their relationship. He should be wondering who that man was, or should start considering if the dream is trying to give him a sign, but none of those thoughts flow to him. The affection you give to him everyday, how you sometimes cry when he gives you a kiss goodbye to head to work that won’t be releasing him till the very late hours of the night, he knows there isn’t any room in your heart for another man that isn’t him.

In other words, he doesn’t ever have to worry about you possibly cheating on him.

What his worries does lead to him, though, is what you said in the dream. “Ive never been fucked this good before”? What a damn lie.

His thoughts are interrupted from the sounds of your stirs, eyes gently fluttering open. Your lips pull into a soft smile once your gaze welcomes the sight of Michael sitting next to you, immediately reaching for him.

“Watching me sleep?” You joked, but he didn’t say anything in return. Before you could question his silence, he leans down to deliver your lips a sensual, deep kiss.

A kiss that tastes of hunger and need so quick into your morning starting left you gasping in surprise in the midst of it, even more-so after he broke it off to let the kisses expand every inch of your face down to your neck.

“Woah, good morning to you too—mmngh..” You couldn’t help your tiny moans interrupting, Michael always knowing which spots on your neck leaves you sensitive and breathless. You barely heard him, but he mumbles a quick ‘I miss you’ into your skin, which has you breathe out a laugh through your nose.

“I haven’t gone anywhere though.” You say, and he gives you a look that silently says ‘so?’.

Then you feel it, and his touches all make sense. His hardening bulge has been pressed right against your pajama shorts, the thin cotton not letting you miss every inch he has to give.

“I need you.” He says it like it isn’t up for debate, he will have you right this second. When have you ever complained?

You hook your thumbs under your shorts, him helping to get them off faster. He follows shortly after, exposed cock twitching from the cold air. He sucks in air through his teeth as he lets his length be covered in your slick, sliding it up and down between your folds.

“So wet already…” He whispers, more to himself than to you. He doesn’t stop his slides, focused on how you gasp and twitch your hips up each time the head catches your clit. You whine in frustration when it goes down to your entrance, as he nudges just a bit to give the idea he’ll slip it in, but then pulls back to continue the rubs against your folds.

“Michael,” You breathe out, wrapping your legs around his waist to have him push forward, but he doesn’t budge. “Please, don’t tease. Too early for that.”

He hums, not stopping the sly smile tugging from the corner of his mouth. “You’re shaking, baby. You need it that bad?” He knows you do, yet he’s in search for your pleas. He rarely keeps you waiting, hard to deny your inviting heat a little longer for his own amusement to watch you squirm.

You’re not use to this, but if begging gets you what you’re desperately craving for, then you’ll do just that.

You nod frantically, hands roaming up his arms to cradle his face. You make sure he sees your yearning glint in your eyes, in hopes it’ll put an end to his teases. “Yes, yes I need it so bad. I need you.”

That did it.

You feel the familiar stretch of his cock, your walls fighting to accommodate his length. With your given wetness, it didn’t take long for him to bottom out, pubic bone flushing against your clit. He brings his hands underneath your knees, pinning your legs to your chest to focus on his cock disappearing each thrust. Your cunt hugging him so perfectly, along with the wet squelches each time he snaps his hips forward again, you can tell how much it’s driving him insane as he picks up his pace.

“Fuck, Michael, it feels so good..!” You cry out, eyes squeezed shut as you fist the sheets, barely grounding you as the snap of his hips keeps having your body bounce.

“Yeah? Does it? I’m making you feel good, baby?” You couldn’t even stutter a response back, the tip kissing your g-spot perfectly with each roll.

He lets go of your legs to flush his chest against yours, cupping the side of your cheek to bring your gaze to his. “You’re mine, right? You’re all mine and no one else’s, right mama?” He asks between groans, each thrust given like he’s trying to prove something to you.

You don’t question much of his words, nodding as your pleasure starts to get sharper and your vision begins to blur. “Yes, of course Michael, I’m all yours— oh, I’m gonna come…!” You manage to warn until a second later your walls is clamping down onto his cock tightly, orgasm buzzing through every bone in your body.

He gives a couple more snaps of his hips, then pulling out to coat your stomach in his own release. It warms the skin it falls on, bringing your trembling legs down.

But Michael stops them halfway, pushing them back up to keep your cunt exposed. As you were about to pick your head up to see what he’s doing, you feel him deliver a slow, wet, dragging stroke of his tongue. Your mouth parts but there’s no sound that escaped, body locking up from his tongue flicking and circling with precision so sharp it’s devastating.

“Michael, wait—“ But he doesn’t, knowing you want him to stop because you’re still too sensitive, but he doesn’t care. He needs to taste your arousal, needs to tear you apart piece by piece.

Your hips jerk against his mouth, the vibration of his moan shredding through you. The work of his mouth is relentless, never taking a second to breathe. He doesn’t let up, pulling you deeper into his mouth, and it doesn’t take long for your orgasm to crash through you once again due to your high sensitivity from the last.

He only stops once your shuddering starts to ease, pressing one last slow kiss to your clit, like he’s sealing his claim.

How wrong of you to assume he’d be done after that, grabbing ahold of your waist to get you straddled on top.

You can barely hold yourself up, nails digging into his shoulders as he sinks you carefully down onto his cock again. “Michael, I can’t—“ you shudder into his neck, arms wrapped around you to keep you leaned forward on his chest.

“Please, one more f’me? I got you, mama. I got you.” His breath stutters against your cheek, hips rutting up to set a lazy rhythm. No matter how many times he’s fucked you, it’s always overwhelming like it’s the first time. His cock thick, unrelenting, filling you in a way that steals your breath, in a way that makes your head spin.

He does all the work, keeping you rested against him as the snap up of his hips never falter. Heat floods through you, pools between your legs, making your thighs shake. He feels it all, the curl of your fingers back of his neck, having yourself meet his thrusts halfway even after a second ago you said you couldn’t take any more.

“Tell me again how good it feels.” Michael groans, angling his hips to get impossibly deeper in your dizzying warmth. “No one else can make you feel this good, huh? No one else can do it like me, huh baby?”

Your heart stumbles against your ribs, Michael moving in a way like he’s made to consume you, to ruin you completely. You shake your head as the snap of his hips turn sharp, having your mind start to go blank. “No, no one else can do it like you. You fuck me so good— shit..!”

Your body begins to seize up, shattering apart, pleasure violently slamming into you. A hand tangles in your hair, gently pulling you off his neck to watch you break into breathless, gasping cries. “You took it so well, pretty. You always do.”

He’s quick to slide you off, fisting his cock until it spurs all over his stomach. You both share uneven pants, both sharing shakes of your bodies, twitching with the last aftershocks. He snakes his arm around your waist, pulling your back against his chest to burrow his face in the crook of your neck.

You moan quietly with each light kiss he gives your neck, all the way up to your ear to bring goosebumps with his whisper.

“You’re mine, and I’ll make sure you know every single day.”

[mikesbian]

SATIVA — Michael Jackson x Black F. Reader

— SUMMARY: You smoke weed with Michael and you both lose your inhibitions.

— WARNINGS: switch!mike, dirty talk, marijuana usage, light teasing, dry-humping, a bit of crack & fluff, lotta petnames, use of mama, motorboating (kinda?), unprotected p in v, prone bone, facial, blowjob, switch!reader, sorta sub4sub at the end if you squint a little bit, reader’s playfully mean, dialogue heavy! not proofread

— WC: 4.4k

— A/N: My apology for edging y’all for 3 weeks. (Side note: i think i’m gonna use this smoke divider every time i write something while high.)

While the sun dipped gently between pillowy white clouds, Michael andyou sat in your garage listening to side A of Songs in the Key of Life by Stevie Wonder. It was your first successful attempt at creating your own cassette tape, and you convinced your boyfriend to take the evening off away from record executives to listen to it and a few others. Of course, that meant you’d want to smoke some weed, so Michael basically forced you to leave the garage door open, not wanting to get s secondhand. Crickets chirped in conversation while the summer night’s breeze tickled across your skin, causing the hairs on them to stand rigid.

“God, he’s just got the most insane falsetto, doesn’t he?” Michael mused as the vocals dripped out of your boombox.

“Mm, yeah. ‘Specially with this,” you jumbled while you held smoke in your lungs, waving your half smoked joint at him. You blew out another puff, smiling up at the ceiling as you watched the greenish-grey smoke curl about the air up there. You could swear the visual of smoke was a perfect representation of how the music felt in your ears. A giggle escaped your throat before you could even register that you’d been staring up so long, your eyes starting to dry out.

“What’s so funny?” Michael asked as he looked at you somewhat cautiously. He’d been around while you’ve smoked a handful of times, but this time you seemed…different. More affected. Your head was lolling back on the couch every time you tried lifting it up to look at him.

“I see the music…It’s so…” you broke into another fit of giggles, finding your thoughts funny enough to bring thick teardrops to your eyes. “Bugs, this feeling…I can’t explain it, but everything feels so picturesque and important right now. The music…so pretty.”

“Uh-huh…I think it’s all a mind game from the weed, girl. You just seem pretty high.” He shook his head softly, resting a hand on your thigh and caressing it to ground you.

“No, you don’t understand. Yes, it’s the weed, but it makes everything so much better. I need to smoke sativa more often,” you stated as you finally looked over at him, his big brown eyes boring into yours.

“I thought you smoked weed?” he questioned with a scrunch of his brows. You broke out into a chorus of laughter, his innocent response tickling you.

“That is weed, silly! They’re just different plants,” you responded, booping him on his nose.

“Oh, ha. What do you usually smoke?” he replied, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment.

“Indica. Sativa makes you more excited ‘n hyperactive. Indica relaxes you ‘n mellows you out.”

“Is that why you’re acting so different?”

“Yeah, I feel like a ball of cotton candy right now.” You turned around and leaned back, placing your head in his lap. “Before you say anythin’, I know that doesn’t make sense.” You took one last drag of your joint, holding the smoke in your lungs a little longer, tickling your insides as you exhaled it out.

“Oh, shit, I’m sorry!“ you exclaimed, frantically waving your hands around to clear Michael’s personal space of the smoke. You blew it straight to his nose like an idiot.

“No, it’s fine. I was gonna ask…can I try it?” he asked with a soft grin on his face.

“You sure? You don’t feel the need to just ‘cause I am right? Did I accidentally peer pressure you? Shit, I’m such–”

“Baby, stop. I’m just curious, is all. I’m in my twenties ‘n I haven’t even smoked a cigarette, just lemme try it?” he interrupted. You sat up and handed the joint to him cautiously, eyeing him to make sure he didn’t change his mind.

“‘Kay, but it’s a lil’ strong, so just take a tiny one. Your lungs are still virgins,” you joked as he followed your instructions—kinda. He pulled smoke into his mouth and blew it back out almost immediately, holding eye contact.

“Nothin’ happened,” he said, disappointed.

“That’s ‘cause you have to breathe it into your lungs, dumbass! Do it again,” you teased him.

“I knew that! Jus’ wanted you to tell me what to do,” he pouted, clearly lying. He attempted his second hit and followed your instructions properly this time, holding the air in his lungs a little longer than you thought he should’ve for his first time. Just as you were going to make him breathe, he blew the marijuana from his lungs with a lazy smile on his lips and a twinkle in his eyes.

“Wow, it tastes weird. Like nature and…is that lemon?” He turned his head as he asked, coming a little too close to your lips in the process. “Oh, hi pretty.”

“Hi, gorgeous. How you feelin’?” you asked him as you took the joint from his long fingers. You dragged in another hit, realizing your high almost buzzed away as you took care of your boyfriend.

“I’m feelin’ great. You…Yeah, weed definitely makes things better. You’re so pretty,” he said as he stared at you like he was seeing you for the first time. You left his side to put the joint out in the ash tray on your coffee table, reaching down as you did so. Unbeknownst to you, Michael was eyeing your ass without a care in the world. Grabbing ahold of the garage door remote next to the tray, you hit the clicker to close it, as the sun was almost fully obscured by the horizon.

Michael was a bit too quiet during it all, so you hurried back to his side to make sure he didn’t green out.

“Still feelin’ good, baby? You’re so quiet,” you questioned, pecking him on his cheek.

“Yeah, ‘m just real into you. You get prettier the more I look at you…How’re you doin’ that?” he asked earnestly.

“It’s definitely the weed’s doing ‘n not mine. Ugh, I’m so jealous! I wish I could experience bein’ high for the first time again,” you pouted.

“Can I kiss you?” Michael asked suddenly, seemingly too lost in his own head to have paid attention to what you were rambling on about.

“Of course. Y’know that’s better when you’re high, too?” you asked with a wiggle of your brow.

“Lemme try it out then.” He cradled your cheek in one hand and your waist in the other, crashing his lips into yours.

You’d never felt so high in your life. Your head was swimming with the marijuana and Michael’s presence. Every movement of his lips and his tongue felt like another hit of the joint—euphoric and heady.

The noises eliciting from his throat only added to the pleasure. Every whimper and whine came out like he was surprised that kissing could be this good. He bit your lower lip and then pulled away abruptly.

“My God. This is…I never wanna stop. How d’you you stay so calm when you smoke? I feel like an animal,” he expressed through labored breathing. His eyelids were heavy with want and the marijuana.

“I’m not always calm, just more experienced at hidin’ it.” You gave him a kiss on the neck, fully letting the unsheathed lust take over you now. “You feel an animal, huh?” you questioned seductively.

“Y-yeah,” he squeaked out, sounding nervous. You separated your lips from his neck, looking him in his chocolate colored eyes.

“And why do you say that, Michael?”

“Because I wanna…” He gulped audibly, anticipating the feeling of your fingers slowly crawling up the length of his neck.

“You wanna what, pretty boy?” you teased, stopping your fingers right under his chin. “Speak up.”

“I wanna be all over you. Y’know, like in a sexual way. Is that okay?” he asked genuinely. You grabbed onto his jaw and brought his face closer to yours.

“Yeah? Wanna touch me, baby?”

“Please? Can we kiss ag–”

You interrupted him by colliding your face with his, throwing your leg over his lap and settling onto him. The force would’ve knocked the wind out of him if he wasn’t so calm. You slid your hand from his jaw and wrapped your arms around his neck, pressing your breasts against his upper chest and lower face in the process. Your mouth still tasted like the flower, and he felt consumed in the best way possible.

“Y-yes, jus’ like this,” he whimpered when you broke for breath. His hands groped everywhere he was coherent enough to; your thighs, the back of your head, your waist, and then your ass. The feeling of his hands there caused you to grind absentmindedly, your inhibitions basically nonexistent. He groaned heartily into your mouth.

“Can I put my face in them?” he asked suddenly, flitting his eyes between your own and your boobs peeking out the opening of your tank top. You very noticeably got wetter at that and looked down at him with stars in your eyes.

“Yeah…” You grabbed him by the back of his neck and pushed him in as he moaned into your chest, inhaling the scent of your body lotion and the weed coating your clothes. His hips jerked up into yours at the feeling of a giggle escaping you; your tits pushed into his face farther as your body responded to it.

“Mike, you’re so h-hard, fuck.” Your hips ground against his harder, desperate to relieve both of you in the process. You slid your arms from around his neck and gripped his face with both hands, yanking him away from your tits. “I wanna taste you, Michael.” His eyes widened comically at your admission.

Something was different about your behavior, though. You seemed…less assertive. You even pouted at him a bit, which he wasn’t expecting.

“P-please, can I?”

Was he hearing right? Did you ask for permission? He stared at you dumbfounded.

“Michael? Can I please suck you off?” you tried again, bucking your hips harder. You didn’t even have it in yourself to feel embarrassed by how desperate you were acting. Every fiber in your being wanted nothing other than to be on your knees for him in that moment. It’s funny, him being so submissive made you feel sort of submissive in turn.

“Yeah, mama. Just never heard ya ask before. You okay?” Michael eyed you as you sunk onto your knees on the plush carpet before him, bewildered by the change in power. You licked your lips hungrily as you unzipped his slacks before answering him.

“Mhm. I just wanna show you how good you can feel. Let me.” A hint of dominance seeped out at the end there, soothing his nerves. You stood up on your knees a bit higher as you rushed his pants and briefs down, impatiently ready to strip him nude. His heavy dick slapped against his abdomen with a thick pthck! He was leaking heavily and he was big. Instead of being intimidated by his size, you took it as a challenge.

“Your dick’s so pretty,” you complimented him, meeting his gaze through heavy lids and thick lashes. “Just wanna swallow you whole.”

“Mama…’M shy,” he whined, leaning his head back. You took him in both hands and stroked him teasingly slow.

“Look at me while I do this, baby. I wanna see if ‘m doin’ a good job.”

His eyes looked back into yours, then caught on to the sight of your hands stroking him. The contrast of your neat, clean, manicured fingers doing something so obscenely dirty made his dick spasm in your palms.

“You like when I do this to you, Mike?” you asked. At first he thought it was to tease, but he then realize you genuinely wanted praise, and something flipped in him.

“Yes. You’re so good at this, mama. Perfect,” he sighed out.

You let out a soft hum of contentment and brought his leaking tip to your mouth, sticking your tongue out to let a droplet of precum land on your tastebuds. As it sunk into the wet muscle, you groaned obscenely and took his tip into your mouth immediately, all while maintaining eye contact and stroking where your mouth didn’t touch.

“Oh! Yes. God yes, feels so…!” he babbled out. His hips bucked up a little. “Take more, pretty. Need more,” he instructed awkwardly, not used to the switch in dynamics. You obeyed anyway, shoving the thick length of him further into your mouth as you hollowed your cheeks, drooling into his pelvis.

You took his order almost too literally, forcing yourself to swallow him as far into your throat as anatomically possible, still massaging the inches that couldn’t fit with your hands. You gagged as his hot tip nudged your uvula, causing tears to prick into your waterline.

You sniffled around him as you held it, enjoying the look of pure bliss on Michael’s face. His jaw was completely slack and his left hand was suspended in the air in between you two, seemingly wanting to grab onto something but being too far gone to complete the action. You flattened your tongue and dragged it up his base, as you bobbed your head up and released his dick from your mouth with a loud pop!

“Say somethin’,” you whined to your overwhelmed boyfriend. He snapped back into focus and used his suspended hand to thread his fingers into your thick hair and grip the back of your head.

“You got a real dirty mouth, mama.” He watched as you looked up at him for approval, precum and spit sliding down your chin and tears drying under your eyes. “Again?” he moreso suggested instead of directed. You nodded your head passionately and let his massive hands guide you back over his tip, this time placing your hands flat against his bare thighs as you focused on relaxing the muscles in your throat.

“Good job, baby. You’re takin’ me so well,” he cooed as he watched you work your mouth around his thick base. He could feel your throat constrict and then detract as you bobbed up and down precariously, trying not to trigger your gag reflex.

You pressed your hands into his lap as you pulled your head back up to his tip, letting your throat free up for some air. Next whine escaped his mouth at the crude sight of you, and his eyes caught sight of his precum sliding in between your breasts.

Before he could comment on it, you swirled your tongue in between the slit in his tip and began bobbing your head against his dick faster, milking his arousal between each slurp. You went further and further as the spit and his slick spread around his sex, lubricating enough to make him slide into your throat with ease.

“My goodness, baby. C-can see me in your throat,” he whimpered as he saw the prominent fullness in your neck every time you sucked him in further. That elicited a moan from you, causing the sound to vibrate from his dick to his lower stomach.

You dragged your hollowed mouth up his length and popped off of his dick once more, with a request.

“Cum on my face?”

He nodded in a trancelike state, completely hypnotized by your sweet voice, the marijuana, and the crackling of the boombox; now stopped, waiting for the cassette to be flipped to its B-side.

“Gonna paint a picture on you,” he whispered softly as he stood up, positioning his pelvis in front of your awaiting lips. “Stop me if it’s too much.”

You nodded your head as you reached up for his sex, pumping him a few times before taking him into your hot mouth once more.

Michael grabbed your head with more fervor, setting the pace by pushing and pulling your drooling mouth around him. His long thumb from his free hand came up and wiped a tear from your eye as he cooed at you gently.

“Wish you could see how p-pretty you look like this. Doin’ such a good job,” he complimented you, much to your own enthusiasm.

Your eyebrows knitted together in concentration as you coughed down a few gags when he hit the sensitive part of your throat again. Through teary eyes, you could see his own fighting to stop from rolling into his skull as his orgasm approached. You took one hand and jerked the size of him that couldn’t fit, then massaged his balls, coaxing his to his release. Your other hand was occupied scratching up and down his thigh, grounding him for his peak.

“I-I’m gon–” He yanked you back watching the drool that connected you to his sex snap and land on your chin, and fisted himself impatiently, on the brink of letting go.

“Give it to me,” you commanded before sticking your tongue out, and that was enough to get him to let go.

He came with an uncharacteristically high screech, painting your face, your collarbone, and your tits with his release. The vision beneath him compelled him to drag his orgasm out, not ready to let go of the sight. Everything about the way you sat waiting for him, mouth open, felt like a dream. Reluctantly, he slowed his pumping to a stop and sat down, growing sensitive and his wrist cramping.

As he let go of himself, you licked your lips and reached out and grabbed it to place a tender kiss to his tip, causing him to shiver at the overstimulation. You then took your thumb and swiped it over the droplets that covered your face, taking it into your mouth and sucking it clean as he watched in silent awe. When you were done, you looked up at him expectantly.

“How was it?” you asked him slightly coyly.

“Baby, I…That was perfect. You did such a good job,” he praised enthusiastically as you stood up. He kicked his pants and briefs off his ankles completely and tilted his head at you.

“C’mere,” he said, grabbing you by the the hand and leading you down into a kiss. You kissed back noticeably needily, causing him to realize just how much of your own physical pleasure you pushed aside to accommodate his. He snaked his free hand down your waist and onto your ass, placing it into your jean pocket possessively.

“Can I take your jeans off?” he asked you lowly, resting his forehead against yours.

“Aren’t you tired?” you asked him with a frown.

“Didn’t your jaw hurt? Wasn’t I makin’ you gag ‘n tear up?” he retorted.

“Yes, but–”

“But nothin’. Lemme return the favor. Please,” he begged.

“Okay…Here.” You stood up more erect and guided his hand from your pocket to the zipper of your jeans. He took the hint and undid it, smiling at you gratefully, and pulled your jeans down your soft legs. He made eye contact with the patch of moisture on the crotch of your baby blue panties and sucked in a breath.

“Oh, you’re so– Did I make you this wet?” he asked, voice full of surprise.

“Yes. You always make me this wet, pretty boy. Feel it.”

He took his thumb and grazed it against your clit, making you whine at the contact.

“You need me, mama?”

Jesus, his delicate voice was gonna be the absolute death of you.

“S-so bad, Mikey. Need you so bad,” you whined pathetically.

He hooked his index and middle fingers into the hem of your soaked underwear, drawing them down the expanse of your thighs while you watched him in utter lust. If he didn’t have the weed in his system to aid any nerves, Michael would’ve gotten self-conscious by your heavy gaze.

A feeling of pure hunger was starting to envelop you as he helped you step out of your garments and pulled your bare lower half toward his mouth. As much as you loved when he ate you out, your body was craving something else. You wanted him in you.

“N-no. I want you to fuck me,” you stumbled out. “From the back.”

His eyes nearly lodged themselves from their sockets at the admission. If he weren’t already half hard, his dick would’ve flown straight up from your words.

You watched your words dawn across his face with your bottom lip lodged between your teeth, and sat on your hands and knees in the space behind him on the couch, waiting.

“Hurry up baby, I’m drippin’.”

Dazed, he got on his knees and positioned himself behind you, stroking his dick to harden it some more. You could hear the slippery sound behind you and looked back, clenching around nothing at the pure erotica.

“Mm, love it when you touch yourself like that for me,” you remarked, voice laced with desire.

He scrunched his brows together and squeezed his eyes shut, steadying himself on the arm of the couch in front of you with his free hand.

“I’m gonna push in. Just lemme know if it hurts,” he whispered into your ear above you. You could feel the heat radiating from his crotch as he hovered over you. Restlessly, you pushed your ass onto him, wordlessly telling him to hurry the fuck up. He obliged immediately.

The stretch was pure rapture, pain and bliss all in one engulfing motion. Your entrance cried for him as he slowly willed himself deeper and deeper, tugging him to your g-spot in one agonizingly slow thrust.

Cries of pleasure and overwhelm filled the stuffy garage, and the small amount of trapped smoke circulated through both of your lungs and back out as carbon dioxide, creating a heady feeling that pushed you both towards the brink of otherworldliness. Everything felt so unreal, yet so present at the same time. There were no accurate words.

Michael retracted his hips after a moment of stillness and kissed your shoulder in an action of devoted love. You shivered at the touch.

“God, you’re so fuckin’ huge,” you hiccuped out, grabbing onto his forearm.

“You’re so warm. I didn’t know it could feel like this,” he sighed as he unsheathed himself halfway. Feeling your walls squeeze for him, he stuttered his hips forward again, this time faster and harsher, and the slap of your ass against his thighs made him see stars.

You cried out and arched your back, dipping your chest lower onto the cushions as you felt your strength wavering. The new position made you both react in wonderment and he picked up his pace, digging his fingers into the soft skin of your waist and pounding into you harder.

“Ple-ase. Need you closer. Please, please,” you begged, reaching back in an attempt to pull him on top of you as you slowly sunk your legs down.

Michael, still keeping up his brutal rhythm, trailed his hand from your waist, wrapped it under your shoulder, and curled his arm around it, as he slumped onto your back. His hips rutted into yours sloppily, like he was learning how to fuck for the first time, but his tip kissed your g-spot expertly with each jut. You felt yourself getting closer to the edge by the second.

“I love you s-so much. Am I doing good?” he asked you in between a poorly covered sob.

“Shh, shh. You’re doing so well, my love. Feels so– fuck! I’m so close, baby,” you cooed to the best of your abilities. You could feel your mind slipping into oblivion, your subconscious taking over as you felt yourself near your peak.

He dropped his hand from the armrest of the couch and trailed it down your side, pushing down on the couch cushion by your hip to make enough space to reach under your stomach. He used that limited space to squeeze his hand between your clenched thighs, searching for your sensitive clit, never easing up on his thrusts.

You turned your head on its side and bit his arm, while he mumbled out unintelligible praises and thank yous.

At one particularly synced thrust to your g-spot and rub of your clit, you tore your mouth away from his arm and shouted out, squeezing your core around him and and spilling your release onto his thighs and the cushions underneath you. His torso was sticky in a mix of both of your sweat, and you could hear him pant and whine into your ear as he picked up his speed, trembling on top of you.

“Michael!” you moaned as you felt him speed up impossibly faster.

“A-almost there, baby. Lemme cum inside. Please?” he sobbed, and you could feel hot tear slide into the crevice of your neck. “Please, wanna give–”

“Fill me up, Michael,” you coaxed him alluringly.

“Yes, o-okay. I’m gonna–”

He shoved himself unrealistically deep, and you could feel the bulge form in your lower stomach from the welcome intrusion. A hot, thick spurt of liquid shot into your throbbing core as he came around you with a cry that sounded like something between a confession and a prayer, your name continuously flying from his lips.

You peppered kisses to his shoulder as he shivered on top of you, attempting to steady himself from the overstimulation of two profound orgasms back to back. You felt higher than ever, despite the high from the weed having worn off somewhere between the loss of clothing.

“I love you, Michael. Did you enjoy yourself?” you asked him timidly, hoping you didn’t overwhelm him in a negative way as you chased for your own release.

Taking a deep breath, he unwrapped his arm from your shoulder and heaved himself away from your spent sex, pulling out with a whine from the both of you. He stood up and grabbed his underwear from the fluffy carpet, sliding them on with a content smile and shaky legs. He found your damp undies and helped you sit up on the couch to put yours on as well, before sitting down next to you.

“That was…Everything felt enhanced? I more than enjoyed myself,” he mused.

“Told ya! It was the weed,” you retired with a grin.

“Can you smoke some more ‘n, like…blow it in my face? I didn’t like the taste or how it burned my throat, but I kinda liked how it made me feel.”

“What the hell? How you gon’ make me do all the work for the both of us?” You shook your head with a soft smile on your lips. “Fine, but let’s clean up and shower. I’m doing it in my room this time.”

“I love you,” he teased, placing a sweet kiss to your lips.

“I love you too, poser.”

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Any Thoughts? ♡

summary 𑣲 just a blurb of the aftermath on the two of you’s first time

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˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ a/n: inspired by this post by: @sunflowerssighing . 𑣲⋆˙— masterlist

You were incredibly dizzy, just an absolute mess. Sweating profoundly — with your face that straight up says ‘you’re at your complete mercy’.

Michael stuffed his face onto the cruck of your neck, while his hands were keeping your legs up high. His cock was deeply inside you, recklessly thrusting in and out.

This was you and Michael’s first time having sexual intercourse, after many giggly moments of you two figuring out the most comfortable and non awkward way to manoeuvre your body’s together.

Finally getting the right rhythm — you both couldn’t get enough of it. With you countlessly moaning and begging him to keep going — and Michael immediately taking control all while still whimpering over you. It was safe to say you two are enjoying the experience very well.

“Michael—!” you moaned loudly. “God… baby you feel amazing” Michael whimpered, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him closer — wanting his thick member buried into you even more.

Michael leaves sloppy kisses onto your collarbone with each and every push. Each time his lips parted from your skin, he would slip out a whine, expressing his yearn for your soul touching his.

With a final thrust, Michael spurted his cum inside you with a high pitch moan — hitting his orgasm. It felt like such a bliss feeling his warm release filling you up. 

Not freeing his cock yet, but letting it rest till he was completely finished emptying himself to you. Both your breaths eventually turn back to a regular pace, as your foreheads pressed against each other — eyes shut.

Michael rolled to his back beside you — still collecting his breath. You turn your head, your eyes darting up to him “so… any thoughts?” you sighed out.

After a few seconds wiping his face off from the build up sweat, he stared at the ceiling, his expression nothing but amazement. “That was magical…” he said, turning to you with a pure and whimsy smile. 

You slowly cracked a grin then let out a chuckle. “Magical…?” you repeated amusingly, resting your face onto your fist. “Yeah…” Michael quickly nodded his head with a smile.

“In that case… want to do it again?” You smirked. With the same smile grew wider, Michael immediately toppled over you once again “thought you never ask!” he beamed, leaning in to you for a kiss.

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[blkkbratt]

Aching

🍫I was NOT playing about this one

🍫pairings: Michael x black!reader

🍫wc: 1.8k

🍫contains:explicit content, strong language, perv!bsf, manipulation, nipple play, spit, coercion

🍫summary: Your period is on the way and you know from the sore ache from your nipples. Your lovely bestfriend, Michael, is itching to help and you know just the way!

The smell of Chinese food filled the cozy living room, and the laughing soundtrack played from the television. The soundtrack was layered mixing in with Michael’s boisterous laugh next to you.

It was another Friday night, you had the house to yourself, and you didn’t waste any time to invite your best friend over. He showed up with Chinese takeout in his hand, and a big grin on his face.

Both of you sat on the carpet, played a random sitcom, and tore into the delicious food that he got from a hole in the wall Chinese restaurant nearby.

This was the usual, along with your occasional needy staring that he has yet to notice. Your bottom lip found purchase between your teeth, tasting the salt from the soy sauce you recently consumed.

Your eyes skimmed down the veins in his arms, peeking from under his brown complexion. His slender fingers that held the plastic fork. His pink tongue slipping out to quickly lap at the small piece of rice on the corner of his mouth.

You needed that. Badly.

“Ugh I’m stuffed.” Michael groaned closing the white takeout box and setting it on your wooden coffee table. He leaned against the bottom of the couch, pressing his curly coils against the cushion as he rubbed his stomach.

“Me too.” You agreed, reaching to set your takeout plate on the table aswell but you paused with a sharp hiss. The bloody devil called a period was on the rise and the very hard, sore peaks that pressed against your shirt didn’t feign to remind you.

“Are you okay?” Michael’s head shot up hearing the painful sound you emitted. You glanced at him and nodded, “Yea, just my period is coming so I’m a bit sore.” You explained.

Michael nodded slowly, glancing over you for a peace of mind to see if you were outwardly okay. His eyes did land on the small pebbles pressed against your cotton shirt but to remain respectful he looked away.

“Do you need anything?” He asked, scooting a bit closer. For a second you genuinely thought of something that could relax you. Hot tea? A heating pad? Chocolate? Those all sound great but when you looked at Michael, and the slight sheen from him licking his lips that all went out the window.

You see his eyes glance to your nipples, not lingering on them for even a split second out of fear of sexualizing you. "Actually, you can help." You smiled. He looked at you with an eagerness, being one that loves to please others.

"What is it?" His voice seemed lighter, and he set his palm on your bare knee. Your pajama shorts suddenly felt too thin and flimsy as you felt yourself grow damp from the feeling of his touch. "My nipples are really aching"

Michael's eyes widened at the confession, and he fought hard to not shift his attention downward to the clear proof of your words. He swallowed his nerves, keeping his focus on your face. "O-oh, do you need ice or something?"

His concerned expression only brought another wave of heat through you. Michael wasn’t dumb but he was definitely naive. Naive enough to do whatever his best friend says and takes it as truth.

“I heard a relief is like a warm suction.” You told him, a playful glint wavering in your eyes. His eyebrows furrowed and he tilted his eyes. “Warm suction?” He questioned.

“Yeah, like…sucking on them.”

He stared at you for a split second and his eyes widened with the tiniest gasp. “Like with my mouth?”

You nodded quickly, placing your hands in your lap. “I know friends help each other and you want to help right?” You reached to caress his wrist, his skin was soft and supple to the touch.

His words were caught in his throat, face burning from getting so intimate with you. But as your friend it was his duty to help you. He nodded his head, hyperaware of the air feeling thicker.

You gave him a warm, comforting smile, which also secretly hid the joy you find in having him in the palm of your hand. You grasped your tee shirt, tugging it over your head and you felt the cool breeze glide against your nipples.

It was a small amount of relief but it only made them more rigid. Michael practically drooled at your chocolate aerolas but shut his mouth realizing he’s supposed to be helping.

He felt weird looking at his bestfriend in this way, he hoped you couldn’t tell. He watched as you laid flat on the floor, and the tv fell to background noise.

The carpet felt fuzzy and rough against your back but that was the least of your worries. You just wanted to feel Michael’s mouth on you.

“Go ahead, just be gentle.”

Michael let out a shaky breath, crawling closer towards you before laying flat on his stomach. His mouth hovered right above your nipple and he looked at you for a final hint of permission.

You looked at his doe eyes, filled with curiosity and you nodded at him. Taking a deep breath, his tongue hesitantly licked at your peak making you gasp. The warm, wet sensation actually did provide relief to the ache.

But it came with pleasure. Too much of it.

Once he knew you were okay with his actions, he lapped a bit more confidently against your nipple. He swirled his tongue gently around the tip before sucking it into his mouth.

You clenched your eyes tightly, hands finding a grip on the short strands of the carpet. You couldn’t help but suck on your bottom lip to pacify your moans.

Michael’s eyes were closed as he created a small suction, sucking your nipple into his mouth. It felt beady, and fleshy, it was satisfying to him.

Your thighs clenched in hopes of finding relief from the sensation of your clit. Wet smacking noises hit your ears and you felt a small layer of spit coat the nub.

You tried to pant quietly but it felt so good, you probably could’ve came right there. Michael lifted his head to check on you, a faint line of spit connecting your nipple to his mouth, stretching until it snapped

A small breeze passed over your nipple once it was removed from his warm tongue and a shiver went up your spine. “Am I doing okay? Does it still hurt?” He asked. Small wet marks were across his chin and jaw, shining in glistening spit but the concern from his eyes never left.

It was a lovely sight to see. “You’re doing great, they’re feeling better,” you were itching to feel him again, and his passion to help made it no better. “Can you do the other one, please? This one is really sore.” You added a small pout for extra measure.

He didn’t hesitate nodding and shifting to the other side, and you stared in a daze of lust. In Michael’s caring fashion, he splayed his fingers on the underside of your boob.

“Is this making you uncomfortable?” He asked but all you could focus on was the way his fingers gently pressed against you. You wanted to feel them inside of you in all honesty.

“No, Mikey, go ahead.” You let out a shaky breath. His tongue once again slithered out, lapping at your nipple but with no hesitation. His eyes closed once again as if it was a calming moment to him, a contrast to your raging hormones.

His tongue slowly circled the nub, and it was one of the most intimate things you ever saw. You couldn’t take your eyes off of him. The way his soft lips were separated, and his fingers gently massaged your skin, you felt a ball in your stomach. If he kept going you were going to cum right there on the floor, and you know you couldn't hide it.

A small wave of panic and arousal hit you at the same time, should you stop him? It felt so good you never wanted to stop but you also did not want to have an orgasm in front of him.

His lips wrapped around your nipple, suckling it into his mouth and releasing with a small pop. He repeated the action and your eyes rolled back. Your hand flew to his hair, gently grasping his curls.

“Michael, don’t stop.” You sighed. You’re so glad he didn’t ask questions. He just continued his actions, and his head began to slightly move in the process. He was truly getting into it as if he was licking ice cream.

He flicked your nipple with the tip of his tongue and your hips rocked back and forth as if you were grinding on something. God, you wish you were.

You took the hand across your underboob and and trailed it across your soft skin to your other nipple. “Can you rub it for me?” You asked, out of breath clearly. Michael was too caught up in his helpful activities to pay attention that you were on the verge of cumming right before his eyes.

His long fingers circled your other nipple, gently rolling it between his index and thumb. Your lips automatically folded inward, holding back your moans with everything you got.

The soft wet lapping mixed with his fingers and the fact it was Michael had you snap in an instant. You couldn’t fight the small whimper that tumbled from your mouth, and the way you clenched around nothing.

Your stomach contracted and your eyes rolled back as your legs slightly shook making Michael look at you. To see his surprise, you were in absolute bliss writhing on the floor under him.

“Are you okay?” He asked, placing his hand on your shoulder. You finally were pulled out of the clouds, trying to catch your breath. He noticed your glazed over eyes, your swollen lips from you biting on them, and the tremble in your thighs.

The Chinese food was long cold now along with the staticky tv that shut off in the midst. “I’m okay,” you panted. “Did I help atleast?”

“You helped a lot,” you felt your orgasm slowly seep out of your entrance and pooling in your underwear, and another idea popped into your head.

“I have another ache though, can you help?” You asked him with a tilt of your head.

“Of course, where?”

You reached and grasped his warm hand, and his eyes followed your movements.

You watched his face transform as you guided him to your tummy.

A look of concern.

You trailed it farther down to the waistband of your shorts.

A look of confusion.

Finally, you slipped his hand inside of your shorts letting him feel your soaked pussy.

A look of surprise.

“You wanna help right?”

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[kkgalerii]

: ̗̀➛ imagine accidentally falling asleep with your best friend michael, only to wake up to the sweet sounds of his whimpers in the night due to a wet dream...of you. 18+

ᰔ the bedroom is dead silent, save for the soft hum of the rain outside. you stir under the heavy comforter, blinking through the dark as sleep slowly fades away.

you’re wrapped in the sudden, furnace-like heat radiating from michael beside you. you’d both fallen asleep after a movie marathon, tangled up in blankets like always. but something feels different. a low, hitching breath breaks the quiet.

michael is lying on his back, his jaw tense and dark curls clinging to his forehead. his hips roll—a slow, helpless tilt that presses his body flush against your side. a faint, involuntary moan catches in his throat as his eyes remain tightly shut, locked in a vivid dream.

his fingers grip the sheet near your waist as another desperate, rolling motion passes through him, his body seeking relief right against your hip. he arches slightly, letting out a soft, raspy sigh as he whimpers your name into the quiet room, breathy and desperate—"baby... please"—completely unaware that you're awake and feeling every involuntary movement.

[tabloidangel]

discovering the audio sent me into a full blown psychosissss. 😩

[japinesedenim]

thinking about making out with otw! michael, the air getting thicker and heavier by the second as he tries so hard to use restraint and not cross any boundaries. but all that hesitation completely shatters the moment you climb onto his lap.

as you roll your hips forward, pressing your cunt right against his throbbing cock, a low groan escapes his throat. his large hands immediately lock onto your hips, pulling you flush against him and guiding your rhythm while you melt into each other's mouths. the intense friction drives him so crazy that before long, he's already leaking straight through the thin fabric of his boxers.

when your hands reach for his waistband to pull them off, he catches your wrists, stopping you with a breathless, raspy "no... not yet."

instead, his hands slide down to your shoulders, gently guiding you down to your knees between his legs. looking up at him, you press your lips right against the warm, damp cotton, tasting him through the cloth. he gasps, his fingers instantly tangling into your hair to hold your head tight against him as you lick and suck at his tip right through his underwear.

he’s really gonna have to repent after this.