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Pairing: Michael Jackson x Eddie Murphy
Status: requested by anon
Summary: Michael's boyfriend, Eddie, is in his yearly rut. Michael somehow still hasn't gotten used to all the... enthusiastic sex that ensues.
Tags: 18+(MDNI), monster fucker smut, sub!Michael, dom!Eddie, bottom!Michael, top!Eddie, established relationship, anal sex, kissing, clothed sex, breeding, creampie(s), overstimulation, dacryphilia if you squint, mating press(but more intense), yes Eddie has the werewolf curse in my AU, this is still Thriller era, Michael is human, I just think they have so much chemistry, Eddie has a big dick, in his wolf form it's even bigger, so Michael gets relentlessly bred in this fic <3, Michael still has a big dick too though, we're diving straight into the smut because I'm impatient
wc: 867
Author's Note: a little short. The creative juices came and went. But I hope you enjoy what I've strung together (ᵕ—ᴗ—)
If you are uncomfortable with queer Michael Content, do not read this.
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It was that time of the year, and Michael was anything but prepared. He should've been used to this by now, it's been two years since he and Eddie started dating.
Eddie only ever half-shifted during his ruts. Ears, tail, and that monstrous cock, while everything else stayed human enough. Nothing too crazy.
He wasn't even supposed to be phased whenever Eddie's rut came. Right?
His hole said otherwise.
It couldn't help but flutter and clench around Eddie's length as the other man's big hands held him down by the thighs. The position had him in an impossible fold that made it a little hard to breathe as his boyfriend's thickness plunged into him, pummelling right against his prostate over and over, and over─
Michael could barely think, barely speak. A repetitive chorus of "uh, uh, uh"s kept falling from his lips, eyes hazy and rolling softly into the back of his head, before fluttering shut. Only to open again, staring up at Eddie's pinched, almost irritated expression as he bred him senseless.
Earlier, Eddie had been on him so quick that they were both still half-dressed: Michael's sweater was rucked up, his briefs were ripped open at the crotch(because his boyfriend didn't bother to take them off like a normal person), while Eddie's T-shirt and varsity jacket remained on, his pants were ripped in half and on the floor somewhere near the bed.
How the hell did it get ripped in half? Don't ask Michael. He was too busy trying not to pass out from the heavenly, but simultaneously, unbearable pleasure coursing through his veins as the ridged veins of Eddie's cock kept catching against his tight, velvety walls. "Hnghhhh─ f-fuuuuk...," Michael moaned, somehow managing to string out a muddled curse, struggling to keep from screaming. His own length twitched, neglected and dripping with pre-cum against his stomach.
"Feels...ah─ nice, huh?" Eddie grunted, a cocky, utterly insufferable smirk tugging at his plump lips. "Gotta say, 'Ion get to see you so fucked out often, Mike." He mused, his eyes clouded with both lust and mirth in equal measure as he began to thrust even harder. "Makes me wanna breed ya 𝘢𝘭𝘭 the time if it means I'll get you like this."
"Pleeeease shut 𝘶𝘱, Eddieee!" Michael whined brokenly, which drew a deep chuckle out of the other man.
He felt a flush of embarrassment coloring his already flaming face. Why did Eddie have to be able to talk during his rut? He should just focus on─
"Aagh!" Michael gasped out a scream when Eddie aimed a particularly sharp thrust against his sweet spot again, harder than the ones before. Eddie's ears twitched at the sound. He paused for a mere second to see the way Michael's pretty brown eyes began to tear up.
"Oh… that's it, ain't it?" He asked, almost to himself, realization flashing across his handsome features. Then he grinned, resuming his movements, breeding his boyfriend's perfect little hole with the same sharp thrusts every time, practically bullying the poor man's prostate. Promptly, Michael's moans and whimpers only got louder, and louder.
It greatly pleased Eddie, he bit his lip as he admired the way his boyfriend's perfectly plush, kissable lips formed perfect O shapes, crying out his name like an urgent prayer. The way his doe-like eyes kept squeezing shut and opening at a rapid pace, the way his jaw clenched whenever he clamped his own lips shut to hold back more screams.
Eddie was willing to bet he was definitely worried about the neighbors complaining again. Though he, on the other hand, could give a rat's ass about what they had to say. They were sad, lonely folks who clearly had never had great sex. Unlike Eddie. Who was doing so right now. His cock was wrapped up in the most delicious, tightest ass in town, which belonged to his gorgeous boyfriend.
It wasn't enough though. When he was in his rut, he could never quite get enough. He'd breed Michael for hours, and still, his thirst could not be quenched until the very end of the month. He was about to cum, but he knew he'd have to keep going after that.
Michael was close as well, his big, soft balls tightening in preparation as he let out a sweet little moan, muffled by his pursed lips.
Eddie gave two more desperate jerks of his hips, before he was pumping thick, milky loads of cum into his boyfriend's still fluttering hole, hips still moving even as he did so.
Michael's breath hitched, head thrashing against the pillow, whimpering loudly as his own cock erupted, shooting in three jets of sticky, more translucent cum until it painted the toned muscles of his stomach a clear white.
Eddie's knot, already swollen within his boyfriend's insides, made it hard for him to pull out. So he decided to stay put, lazily thrusting, giving Michael a few merciful seconds to recover, before he was already rearing his hips back just a bit to thrust in again.
"O-oh God—!" His cry was cut off by another meek whimper as Eddie continued to fuck into his stretched, puffy hole like nothing had happened.
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