michael is fixated on ur belly/womb and the talk of having kids has been coming up a lot more often! its only fitting that he makes it a game to see how fast he can put a baby in you!
note💌: hihi its me Again im blushing at all the support i got on my siren!michael fic!! more is coming, short blurb for now, i can’t get him out my mind!!! and this is really exposing me to writing/improving my confidence etc. etc. im so happy anyway take this as a thank u gift :p i dont know the layout/ how writing on this platform works Ok im sorry :’( enjoyyy!! :3
cw: mentions of pregnancy, michael refers to your pussy as “she”, porn w no plot, just absolutely filthy, cumming inside, unprotected sex, squirting, multiple rounds, breeding kink, i don’t know he likes painting you with cum inside and out, michael will analyze your pussy any day, he is hyperfixated on your tummy, can you tell thats his favorite part of your body, this can be read with any era!mj, i wrote the reader to be a woman of color but.. do what you want its ur fantasy bby!! how many times am i gonna say cum 😭😭, not proofread pls SPARE me
your drool stains the pillowcases, you lay on your stomach, a stack of pillows under your stomach, your ass up in the air. your shared bedroom filled with the wet sounds of skin slapping, sticky cum connecting your bodies together. the mix of yours and michaels essence stain your sheets, your eyes roll from the overstimulating pleasure, blabber nonsense as he continues to bully his cock into your slick wet heat. you are both glistening with sweat, music playing quietly in the corner of your room. you don’t how long you’ve been fucking, but this time around it seems like michael had extra energy..
behind you, michael grips your hips, hands traveling from digging into your hips to go deeper, down to the plush of your ass, gripping it as he watches in awe as all his cum threatens to spill out of you. he was determined to create a bigger mess, ensure that tonight was the night he finally knocked you up with his babies! he whines, muttering a whole bunch of praise.
“look how pretty she takes me.. everytime y’so tight..” he whines, he could do this forever. he cant stop staring, how mesmerizing it is, watching himself plunge in and out of you, how messy you both are. he was made for this, its so beautiful. he shuts his eyes, grasping your hips and picking up his pace as he feels himself getting closer. he moans at the sight of all his cum spilling out of you as his thrusts become sloppy.
he hilts himself all the way inside you, moaning as he cums, watching the way your thighs shake, how you cry out, panting heavily. he slowly pulls out, immediately getting hard again at the wet pop your fluttering hole makes as his new load spills out of you. he giggles to himself, gently turning you over so your lying on your back.
he leans down, pulling you in for a heated kiss. he buries his face into the crook of your neck, murmuring, “y’kno how addictive you are? can never get enough.. such a messy dirty girl…” he gently bites down on your neck, marking you up. you moan at his words, your hand instinctively coming up to his curls, gripping them tightly. his hands travel down your stomach as he gently pulls away, kneeling in between your legs, his gaze travelling to your lower stomach.
“look at this, baby…” his large hands gently poke at your lower stomach, right where your womb is. as he does that you hear the wetness of his cum dripping out of you. you mewl, breath getting heavy.
he kisses down your abdomen, whining, “baby please, let me have y’ one more time… y’dont understand how addictive you are…” his hands caress your hips, looking up at you with his pouty, dark doe eyes. you whimper, playing with his curls.
“one more? you said that 2 rounds ago..” you say breathless, you are unable to resist him, already missing how warm and full you feel with him inside you. he glides his cock through your cum stained folds, rubbing his tip against your pearl before completely bottoming out inside you. you both moan, the feeling never getting old. michael thinks this position is better, he gets an even better view of how your tummy bulges when he slams his cock inside you… all he can think about is how pretty your tummy is gonna look plump and round carrying his babies. he shuts his eyes, the thought of it making him too close to cumming. he watches your head loll, broken moans coming out of you, completely fucked out. he smiles to himself, picking up his pace and completely folding you in half. his cock is reaching so deep, you were so full, all your senses were full of him, his essence, his sweat, but you were right where you wanted to be.
he thrusts deeper, moaning—this was so filthy and messy…he couldn’t even recall what round this was, 4? 5? hm, oh well. he’ll count this as six, lucky number for the first six children he wants to have with you in the next 5 years! you were too much, you were sucking him in deeper, you were hypnotizing him. you didn’t know how badly he was obsessed with you. the more he thought about it, he felt himself get closer. his fingers find your clit, rubbing with the perfect amount of force–he knew you were closer, the way you were clenching around him, he was not going to last much longer either.
“c’mon baby… give it t’me.. want to watch you come undone while i put allll our babies in ya…” he breathes heavily, his pace and fingers getting faster. hot tears spill out your eyes, your core on fire as you feel your orgasm taking over. you gasp, yelling out, thighs shaking like crazy as you squirt all over michael, he grunts in satisfaction, spilling his final load inside you. he leans over, relaxing into you as you both catch your breath. he softens inside of you, staying inside just a little longer.. for safe measures! he lays next to you, engulfing you in his embrace, cock still stuffed inside you. it was just perfect. you look up at your husband, fulfilled and tired, giving him one last kiss before you fall asleep next to him.
“baby….?” you call out to michael, your eyes widen and you pause on getting ready. makeup half done, dressed up ready to see your girlfriends. he sneakily comes up behind you, arms wrapping around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder as he kisses your cheek.
you stare at the positive pregnancy test in your hand in shock. michael looks down giggling, excitedly picking you up, spinning you around. he grips your waist tighter, looking at the both of you in the mirror and nuzzling into your neck.
“i think y’should cancel your night out, hm? we got some celebrating to do..” he smirks, grabbing your hand, both of you laughing as you retreat to your bedroom for a celebratory re-run. michael smiled to himself. truly just turning into a baby-making machine. 𑣲⋆
warnings: 18+ (mdni). this is fucking disgusting, detailed and explicit. don’t wanna see minors in this bitch. oral (f receiving), pussy examination/pronouns/sniffing, panty nibbling. lots of cum. you’re disgusting and wet and it’s everywhere.
“look at that, baby,” michael whispers in fascination, eyes fixed onto your twitching pussy. he’s kneeling between your legs, the back of your knees hanging over his shoulders. “so responsive t’me.”
his thick thumb rubs up and down your lips through the already soaked lacey material. your pussy breaches open around him like a flower, lips almost hanging out, and every time his finger strokes over your gaping, puffy hole, you feel more wetness drool out of you in slow, stringy drips.
“need you so bad,” you beg back, voice high and needy. “so fucking bad.”
michael chuckles, lips merely inches away from your pussy. “yeah? i can tell princess,” the action sends a wave of heat over your skin. his hair tickles the insides of your thighs, and your legs are on the verge of closing around his head. “she’s fucking dripping. so wet f’me, all mine.”
you can feel your slick spreading over the fabric of your panties while he noses through your folds like an obedient cat. “smells so delicious, baby, fuck. gonna eat y’up.”
your legs shake every time the tip of his nose bumps over your clit, back arching off the bed as he presses a tiny kiss over the sloppy, wet material of your underwear, right over your empty, fluttering hole. “she’s so good f’me. can only reward my best girl.”
and that’s the moment his brown eyes flit up to yours. his tongue meets your clit through the thin fabric of your panties. your hips immediately shoot up from the bed, and you let out one, drawn out whimper.
the heavy weight of his tongue against your folds has your head lolling back into the mattress. “shit, mikey, i—” white spots flash before your eyes, unable to keep your eyes open due to the delirious friction from his tongue lapping up, sucking up, your essence.
“keep feelin’ it, princess. that’s it,” he praises you in between licks and soft nips to your clit, voice strained and broken. “can taste you on the fabric, baby. shit—”
at this point, the material of your panties is so soaked and wet, it clings to your lips, perfectly outlining you through the lace while michael eats you out like a man starved. he alters between gentle nibbles at the fabric and nudges of his tongue into your entrance, only a thin layer of lace separating his tongue from your cunt.
“swear y’have the cutest lil’ pussy i’ve ever seen,” michael mumbles as he distances his face a little from your sex. the lace is so wet and creamy that it stays poking into your hole from where his tongue prodded into you just moments ago. he slides one light kitten lick over your clit. “purrin’ for attention. don’t worry angel, i’ll give it to ya.”
“oh my— you’re so nasty, mike,” you whine out, hips bucking up into the air before michael pushes you back down.
“feel how i was juuust in there?” he pushes the thick tip of his middle finger right into the little dip his tongue made, slowly twisting his fingertip around at a maddeningly torturing pace, practically fingering you with a layer in between.
the touch of his fingers to your creamy, messy panties produces the echo of a squelching sound, like a sponge being wrung out, like honey sticking to his fingers. under the pathetically sodden fabric of your lace panties, your warm slick bubbles around your hole, your white cream mixing with his spit, dribbling over the crease of your opened thighs, meandering over the globes of your ass.
part of you feels ashamed of how filthy you are. how thick, slimey globs of cum just gush out of you with every contraction of your hole, and because of the barrier of your panties, it has no place to go. the only option to seep out the sides of the panties’ gusset, as if revealing a dirty secret of how aroused you really are.
“pretty, dirty girl,” the man beneath you praises, voice cracked open in admiration. “should see how messy she’s for me, baby. ‘s a fuckin’ work of art.”
later, when you find your panties thrown on the floor of the bedroom, you notice tiny, little, miniscule holes right around the middle part of the gusset.
“mikey, you nibbled on my panties. you ruined them!” you exclaim in disbelief, holding the pathetic excuse of what you’re supposed to call panties between your thumb and index finger.
BONUS (bc i’m disgusting)
when his fingers pry off your drenched panties, michael’s eyes stay directed on the transparent, white strings extending from your drooling entrance to the sloppy lace material. “so messy y’are for me,” he says, lopsided grin on his face. “push it out. wanna see.”
“see what, mike?”
“see this,” he holds up your panties, gooey remnants of your thick cum glued to the material. “wanna see it pour outta you, baby. up close.”
your bravery sickens you. you clench your abdomen together, gaping hole opening and closing as another sticky wave of white shyly oozes out of you. your face heats up out of embarrassment when you feel the cool, wet patch under your ass spread out.
you cover your face with your hands.
“d’awhh, baby. don’t be shy,” michael places a kiss on top of your bare mound. “don’t be shy w’me. you’re so sexy when you’re being nasty for me.” he coos as he places another kiss to your pussy lips. “y’r just your mikey’s nasty girl.”
what’s worse, you feel warm drops of wetness dribble out of you again at his praise, right against his soft lips.
“fucking beautiful. look at’cha, pretty.” your boyfriend puckers your pussy lips together, trying to coax another glob out of your sex. instead, your tacky lips stick together, and michael peels them open again. “don’t want my baby down here poutin’. gonna lick ‘er clean.”
you’re all mellowed out, his words not really getting to you. your chest keeps heaving, your skin coated with a thin filter of sweat, drool piling up at the corners of your mouth, trickling down your cheeks as you give yourself completely to michael. you just let it happen now.
he’s going to have his way with you, anyway.
this continues the entire night like so. michael just playing with your pussy, literally, whilst you’re trying not to go insane.
a little reminder since yall wanna watch that fuckass netflix documentary anyway
edit: oh and another thing, try and come into my ask box on anon to debate this, I will block you effectively and immediately bc I don’t listen to bullshit and won’t argue with stupid people either. - adding this to the original post since some of you wanna act a fool. 🪽
Summary: Michael and you had known each other for a while. So, of course, you were the only one he trusted enough to help him explore.
Warnings: smut *MDNI*
Contains: making out, dryhumping, penetration, breeding kink (sort of?)
A/N: I’ve been obsessing over this idea for a while, so here it is lol. it started with Michael being inexperienced but then suddenly he wasn’t too inexperienced?? also, for those asking to be on my tag list, don’t worry, i got you, i just don’t include my tag list on any smut to avoid making ppl uncomfy! anyway, enjoy!
Michael and you had a ritual. Every Friday night, you’d head over to his house in Hayvenhurst, and the entire night was spent watching movies, with countless snacks and bowls of ice cream, as well as the occasional rounds of board games. You were both very comfortable in each other’s presence, having known each other for so long. After a night of innocent fun, it’d turn into sleepovers that were mostly planned but mostly happened because you both dropped dead without realizing.
At least it was innocent fun, until one night.
Michael had been thinking a lot lately. He’d been made fun of by his brothers earlier that week, teased for not having his first kiss, which then turned into being teased for being so inexperienced with sexual acts. He was never in any rush for it, but he couldn’t stop thinking about it now.
When you arrived at his house that Friday, he couldn’t stop his mind from traveling into dirty places. His eyes would flicker to your lips every time you licked them, or every time you bit them. He also couldn’t stop glancing at your legs, it was like you knew it was the perfect time to torture him, as you’d shown up in a flowy and short sundress. He tried to rid himself of these thoughts, he really had.
But when he asked what game you were in the mood for, you suggested twister. Usually, he was always really excited for it, but with the thoughts that were polluting his mind, he didn’t know if he could control himself being that close to you.
But he could never say no to you. Which was how you ended up the way you did. As Michael’s luck seems to have it, you were currently bent over right in front of him. Your right foot on green, your left foot on blue, and both hands on yellow. He tried not to look down, as his right foot was also on green, and his left foot was also on blue. It was just a matter of leaning a bit forward and Michael’s crotch would be right against your ass.
He looked up at the ceiling trying to gather his thoughts before he looked down. He was looking for the spin wheel before he finally looked down at you. The sight of your perfect ass so close to him made him grow hard in an instant, his cock straining against his pants. He groaned quietly and closed his eyes.
“I lost,” He blurt out, stepping off of the board immediately. Before you could stand up right and maybe see his predicament, he sat on his bed and covered himself with a pillow. When you did start standing up right, Michael caught sight of your panties under your dress. It was like the universe was testing him. He closed his eyes again and shook his head.
You giggle and look at him, before taking a seat next to him. “That was quick, you’re usually really good at twister,” you tease, oblivious to Michael’s problem. He shrugged and smiled at you, sighing out. “Let’s just watch a movie, you pick,” he signaled towards the television with his head, knowing he couldn’t move the pillow, much less get up.
When you finally picked a film, you both sat in comfortable silence. You were engrossed in the film, the popcorn bowl he’d prepared before you got here in your lap. Michael wasn’t paying attention though. He couldn’t stop thinking about what his brothers said, but he also couldn’t stop thinking about how good you’d looked bent over in front of him. Suddenly he had an idea, and he knew he could trust you enough to at least ask.
“Can I ask you for a favor?” He speaks out, before he can chicken out. You look over to him and smile, readjusting your position so you were facing him. “Of course, anything.” You looked so pretty. He could feel his heart beating a mile a minute.
“Well, I-” He wasn’t exactly sure how to go about this in a way that wouldn’t make him sound like a creep. “I’ve been thinking about how… how I haven’t had my first kiss,” he nervously mumbled, you just nodded and gave him a smile that told him he could keep going. “And, and I was just thinking that it’s about time I do.”
He was a stuttering mess. He knew you wouldn’t judge him, but he was afraid of rejection. You, on the other hand, were praying he would ask to kiss you. You’d been smitten with him for a while but were always too scared to say anything. “What is it, Michael?” You asked, voice soft as ever, after a couple of seconds of silence. “I was wondering… if you could be my first kiss,” he finally spits out.
You were both flushed, excited beyond belief. You chuckled softly, cheeks hurting from how hard you were smiling. His eyes darted all over your face, searching for any sign that you were uncomfortable. There wasn’t any.
“I would love to be your first.” Michael couldn’t believe his ears. He thought he was dreaming. “R-really?!” He asked, causing you to nod your head. You slowly got up to your knees and got closer to him, softly laying your hands on his shoulders. You leaned in until your face was right in front of his. “Is this okay?” Your voice shook with nerves. He just nodded fast and multiple times. You slowly leaned in further until both of your lips came into contact. Both of you let out soft gasps, as you pecked each other’s lips once, twice, and three times.
When you pulled away, he had a bashful smile on his face and he was struggling to make eye contact. “Can- can we do that again?” He whispered, his hands coming up to your waist. You nodded gently, before moving to straddle his hips. That caught him off guard. You settled each of your knees at either side of him, hovering to make sure you weren’t making contact. Then you leaned in and kissed him again. This time it was longer and much more passionate. He took the lead, and you gasped when his tongue grazed your lips.
That gave him the opportunity to kiss into your mouth. Your tongues made contact and you both sighed into one another. Lost in the kiss, you’d unknowingly lowered yourself onto his lap. Your clothed cunt had come into contact with his growing bulge, making you both gasp and pull away from the kiss. Michael immediately panicked.
“I’m so- so sorry, I just-” You just shook your head, cutting off his rambling. “It’s okay, Michael. I promise,” you whispered, your eyes were hooded and you leaned back in to kiss him with new found hunger. One you both shared. His hands gripped your waist tighter, as you rolled your hips into his. Your core was growing wetter by the second, and you were sure that with each grind of your hips your arousal was leaving a wet patch on your panties and the front of Michael’s pants. He whimpered into your mouth as you continued your movements on his lap. You started kissing down to his jaw and then his neck, and he thrusted his hips up into you. He just couldn’t help himself. You both let out gasps of pleasure at the feeling. “Can I- is it okay if I just take my pants off?” He whimpered. You moaned softly at the need in his voice and nodded. You got off his lap as he unbuttoned his pants and unzipped them, pulling them down to his ankles, before reaching for you again.
“W-we don’t have to go further, I just want to f-feel you closer,” The quiver and whimper in his voice was only doing more to turn you on. “Okay,” you whimper back, sighing at the feeling when he pulled you back down onto his bulge, still covered but more prominent now. Knowing the only thing stopping him from slipping inside you was both of your underwear was driving you insane. You felt the head of his cock nudge right against your clit, and all you could do was throw your head back.
This gave Michael the opportunity to kiss and suck on your neck, leaving kiss marks wherever he could. He couldn’t get enough of you, of your noises, the way you looked, and how wet you felt even through your underwear. “So good,” he whimpered out, after the tip of his cock grazed your entrance. This was when he got the nasty idea. He maneuvered his hips so that his cock was aligned with your entrance, and he slowly slid the tip in, your and his underwear acting as barriers. But the feeling was nonetheless toe curling.
“Michael,” you gasped out. He just looked at you, with a pussy drunk look in his eyes. “I know, I know. I know I said we didn’t have to go any further, but I can’t help it baby. I need to feel you, please. I’m so close and I just want to cum inside you,” You couldn’t help but just breathe heavily at his begging, this is a side of Michael you’d never seen before. But you loved it. You nodded, feeling your heartbeat thrash as he slightly pulled down the band of his underwear, his cock springing free. Your mouth watered at the sight, your eyes growing wide. It was a lot bigger than it felt. He noticed your expression and cupped your face with one hand, tilting your head to look at him.
“Are you sure this is okay?” He was ever the gentleman, regardless of how far you’d already gone. You smiled and nodded. “Use your words, sweet girl,” he whispered.
“It’s okay, I want this,” you whisper back, and he bites his lip letting out a soft groan. He reaches his hand down to move your underwear to the side, nothing coming between your cunt and his cock now. He brought the tip of his cock to your clit, letting your arousal coat it. It was messy and it felt so good. He decided to test the waters, once again tilting his hips to insert just the tip. You both let out noises of pleasure and threw your heads back.
Michael kept you there, just his tip inside, but you wanted- no, needed more. So you took it upon yourself to slide all the way down, holding onto his shoulders to help you settle down. You both moaned, him at your gummy walls and you at the way he stretched you deliciously. “Nghh, so tight,” he muttered out, eyes rolling back into his head. You knew you wouldn’t last, and neither would he. He tentatively brought a hand up to circle your clit, making you gasp out in pleasure. “Don’t stop, Michael. Please,” If it hadn’t been for how turned on you were, you would’ve cringed at how needy you sounded.
“I wasn’t planning on it. I’m so close baby, d’you feel it? You feel what you do to me?” You were shocked, to say the least, at Michael’s filthy words. “Michael, please, fill me up,” was all you could think to say. Michael couldn’t believe this was real. He gripped your hips and thrusted his hips upwards, reaching that spot inside you that left you seeing white spots. The sound of skin slapping along with the filthy noises you were both making helped you both reach your limits. Your back arched and toes curled as you reached your high, it washed over you as Michael continued to thrust up into you, helping you through your orgasm while still chasing his.
“Fuck, ngh,” He lets out as he finally cums inside you, sticky ropes of cum filling you up. You whimper feeling it filling you up and he couldn’t help but keep thrusting. He groaned, looking down and seeing the mess that you were both making, eyes rolling at the white ring of cum at the base of his cock.
You both breathed heavily, trying to catch your breath. But neither of you moved, his softening cock still inside you. He looked up at you and brushed your slightly sweaty hair away from your face and behind your ears. He smiled as you smiled at him, leaning in to give you a soft kiss. When he finally pulled out, you both winced before you collapsed on him. You were both spent and content. Your head on his chest as he rubbed your back and kissed your head from time to time.
“Thank you,” he whispers, to which you just respond, “my pleasure.” You both had the biggest smiles on your faces.
You both knew things would never be the same, and neither of you minded.
A/N: I’m in the process of writing the part 2 to Again but I had to put this out first. I couldn’t stop thinking about it lol! Hope you enjoyed!
