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what if off the wall michael is completely obsessed with your boobs and can’t stop loving them? 18+
“michael it- tickles” your voice echoing with giggles surpassing your glossy lips at michael’s lips placed upon your chest. a hum escaping him at the sensation of your tits up and over his face. his hands slowly unzipping your top. “mama c’monnn jus’ a lil treat that’s all.” before his head dips deeper between your chest in pure ecstasy.
your moans and cries growing louder as michael lets his slender fingers go up and towards your mouth. letting the feeling of your lips suck and swirl around his digits while his teeth nibble around your nipple. the bud hardening at the tease as michael hums happily at the sound of you losing yourself.
michael is completely drowning himself in your boobs. fondling with your breast, licking your already hard nipple, and feeling his lips suck over your soft skin. “so f’me. obsessed with you mama.”
“michael not too hard baby” your mouth parting as your head snaps back at michael’s tongue gliding around your nipple and tugging it with his teeth. the feeling sending you over the edge. michael grinning against your skin at your response before dipping back to continue using your boobs as he pleased.
“atta baby you’re doing s’good. jus’ like that” your praise echoing through the room as michael is now completely gone. his eyes shut as his tongue licks and slurps over your boob repeatedly. your skin hitting the tip of his nose gently as he babbles against your boob incoherently at the taste and feeling.
completely losing himself at the need to touch your boobs and have them deep in his embrace and mouth. the skin so soft and delightful as he continues his mouth and hand work over them. not removing himself for a mere second to catch air—all focus on the erect bud and tender feeling.
“my fav thing to ever have.”
“all mines pretty. all f’me anytime.”
sloppy seconds
blurb that i might turn into a full fic if people are interested
MDNI
Jack is grunting above you, skin slapping against skin as he drives himself impossibly deeper into you. You feel so fucking full you're barely able to breathe. When your moans start getting louder, that high-pitched whine that always makes you cringe, you bite down hard on your finger out of instinct. It only takes Jack a few seconds to realize that those pretty little sounds you'd been making are suddenly muffled. He slows his thrusts.
"Sweetheart? You okay?" he asks gruffly, peering down to look at you. You turn your head to face him with a furrowed brow, and he frowns in confusion at your teeth sinking into your pointer finger. You take it out and nod.
"'M fine, Jackie. Feels good."
He cocks his head to the side. "Why're you biting your finger? Somethin' hurt? You gotta tell me if it does, baby."
You shake your head quickly. "No, no, nothing hurts. Just… was getting too loud." Your voice is shy and embarrassed; you can hardly look at him. His eyes widen at your confession.
"Too loud? What the hell do you mean, too loud?"
You pause like you don't want to say, tilting your head down. He pulls out of you carefully and sinks back onto his knees. You whine out a complaint, but the harsh look he gives you silences you. "Kiddo. Look at me. Why'd you think you were being too loud?"
"Well… Robby always… he was worried about the neighbors," you mumble, worrying your lip in between your teeth. "I could-could never help it, bein' so loud, so he said to bite my finger to keep quiet."
His jaw tenses. Christ, he could kill the guy. "Is that right."
"Yeah… 'm sorry, I don't mean to make so much noise, it's just… it feels too good, and I can't hold it in." In your vulnerable state, you look close to tears. So afraid of disappointing him. He rubs his jaw before leaning in close to you and setting his thumb on your lower lip. You look up at him desperately.
"First of all, I don't want you biting your finger anymore. Especially not when I'm fucking you. Got it? You could hurt yourself." You nod slowly, looking chastised. He smiles and kisses your forehead. "And second of all… baby, I don't know what the fuck Robby's problem is, but I don't think I've ever heard anything as sweet as those noises you were makin'."
You roll your eyes and shake your head, still a bit sniffly. "You're just trying to make me feel better. It's—I sound weird."
He sighs. "You don't believe me? Think I'm lyin'?"
You nod, lower lip jutting out in a pout that breaks his heart. He thinks for a minute before nodding. "Alright, we're gonna try somethin'." Slowly, he sinks into you again. You're well prepared for the intrusion now, but you still gasp when he's fully sheathed in you. His hand flexes at his side as he restrains himself from moving. "You feel me in there?" he breathes out. You nod, and he tuts at you. "Words, honey."
"Y-yeah, I feel you," you whine.
"Alright. I'm not gonna move. I want you to really focus on my cock in you. And if you feel like moaning, don't hold back. At all. Can you do that for me?"
Your eyes flutter shut. "M-mhmm. Yes."
When he reaches down to press the pad of his thumb against your swollen clit, drenched in your juices, you let out a loud, drawn-out moan of relief. A couple whimpers follow it as he pinches you, shockwaves of pleasure rolling through your desperation-laced body. And then you feel it. He isn't moving an inch, but he twitches inside of you. You even hear his breath hitch, and the hand on your hip tightens. Just from the sound of you moaning.
"Ja-ackie," you moan, pushing back against him. He chuckles.
"Yeah. You felt that? You feel what you do to me? Don't hold back, kiddo. Don't think I could withstand it."
thinking about jack abbot being able to flirt with everyone but you. you’re basically his human utah 😩💘
jack abbot who flirts with literally everyone but gets tongue tied with you. it’s hard for him to even hold eye contact with you. it’s embarrassing to jack how flustered he gets. he genuinely believes you think he’s a stupid idiot.
well… you do, BUT an adorable stupid idiot. the way he smiles at you always makes you blush. the way he praises you always warms your stomach. the way he’ll touch you in a casual way — a simple pat on the shoulder, an arm squeeze, etc — but his touch lingers longer than necessary which always makes you dizzy.
one day after saving a patient and being on an adrenaline high, he high fives you. except he doesn’t let go. instead, he just squeezes onto your hand affectionately with a wide grin. now you’re the one at a loss for words.
“good save doctor”, jack says, his voice low.
“that was all you.”
as you look into jack’s eyes, his stomach flutters, and his nerves come back. he clears his throat and turns away from you, but his hand is still locked onto yours.
“you are truly amazing”, jack stammers.
“you think so?”
“yeah… anyone who doesn’t think you’re talented and intelligent an-and beautiful is blind.”
oh.
your lips pull into a teasing smirk. “are you flirting with me?”
jack’s eyes shoot up to meet yours. “no, what?! i-i… i have no idea what i’m doing.” suddenly, jack gets nauseous and hot. he can already feel the sweat that’s soon going to be glistening on his skin.
“you’re really bad at it”, you say as you squeeze his hand.
he totally forgot he’s still holding to you.
jack’s cheeks brightened. “no i’m not”, he murmurs with a lack of confidence.
you can’t help but to giggle. “it’s cute.”
the expression on jack’s face quickly snaps to one of confusion. his knees feel weak. his skin begins to tingle, hyper-aware of your touch. he’s such a loser you can’t get enough of.
jack inspects your face, trying to read you, but all he can see is playfulness.
“are you gonna give me my hand back?” you ask, batting your eyelashes at him.
“oh, shit”, jack responds without letting go of you. “shit, sorry”, he mutters before finally pulling back.
“come find me after our shift is over… you can steal my hand again.”
stunned, jack watches you walk away. his jaw is practically on the floor as he gapes at you. he can feel himself hardening as he watches your hips sway.
jack feels like a pervert. he’s so embarrassed and doesn’t understand why he can’t function around you.
but when you finally hook up, his poise returns. skillfully, he fucks you. hard. on his bed.
despite how desperate jack is in need of a release, he doesn’t let himself go until you’ve cummed three times. once against his fingers, once against his mouth, and once against his cock.
while he’s not as much of a doofus around you, he’s still definitely in utah. he probably always will be.
Speechless Michael Jackson x Black Reader
Warnings: fluff, public affection, teasing, married couple behavior, michael being shy and emotional, reader making michael blush on national television
before anybody asks
this is NOT a michael jackson x beyoncé fic. the reader is just inspired by 90s/2000s beyoncé aesthetics because it fit the vibe i imagined while writing 💓
Thinking about titus taking out all his anger on you — his wife, after a heated argument.
𝒘arnings ﹠ 𝒕ags : unprotected sex ﹒ smut ﹒ aggressive ! titus ﹒ age gap (never mentioned, but reader is younger than titus) ﹒ blood kink ﹒
Titus has your head squished into your pillow as he plows into you repeatedly from behind.
You and him had got into a heated argument, something about - keeping him in check and making sure he doesn't go out of his lane.
Titus didn't like that. He doesn't like being bossed around like a child, because he wasn't. He was a grown man who made his own decisions - not very good ones at that.
Tears were streaming down your face and drool was falling from your mouth, staining the pillow beneath you.
"You think - you fucking own me, until you're under me," a groan falls from his mouth, "getting your brains fucked out." Titus huffs as his hand comes into contact with your ass, giving it a hard slap just like the other three he gave before those.
Each slap, your ass arched up as if you were begging for more; your body was numb and your pussy was puffy and sensitive - you didn't know how long he had been sliding his dick in and out of your sopping walls.
But it was overwhelming, the constant hair tugging and mean words falling from his mouth - it was... a lot for you.
Titus leans forward and down to your ear, grazing his teeth right below your ear lobe, which got a lazy whine out of you. "I got a new challenge for you, baby." Titus grunts against your skin, leaving a soft kiss; the only soft kiss you've gotten all day.
"You wanna hear it?" He whispers, biting down on your soft flesh. You bat your teary eyes, trying to get any type of sound out. But you couldn't- your mouth felt dry.
Titus grabs a fistful of your hair and pulls your head back, making you look him in the eyes. They were dark and cold with no thought behind them. "Fucking answer me, when I ask you a question!"
"Yes!... I wanna hear it." You cry out- your voice was raspy and rough. Nonetheless titus was happy with your answer, and how easy you obey him if he just pushes the right buttons.
"I fuck... this pretty pussy- until dawn," he pauses, taking a deep breath, "how's that sound? s'that good for my girl?" He huffs out, cupping your face and bringing you into a rough kiss.
A pained groan slipped from your lips as titus bit down on your bottom lip- you still had mini cuts recovering on your lip, from how many times he bites down on them, just to drain your blood and taste it.
He pulls back with your blood smeared across his mouth, "I can... handle it." You say, barely above a whisper. Titus swipes his tongue over his lips, moaning at the bitter taste of your blood.
“I knew my girl had it in her.”
so I scheduled this for 12 pm NOT AM. IM SOOO IRRITATED. If you saw this already on my page, no you didn’t.
How is foreplay with the characters from AKOTSK?
𐙚 foreplay, 18+
Valarr is sweet. He prefers to take his time, kissing all over your body and worshipping you as he does. It’s his praise that gets you going, telling you how wonderful you take him as his gentle fingers stretch you out. He’ll coo softly and look at you through his lashes as he pumps them in and out of your wet heat, pressing soft kisses to your inner thighs. He knows exactly how to bring you to the edge, and Valarr is always eager to taste his hard work afterwards