#sub michael jackson

[cuntykuro]

baby first audio. [wear headphones]

[mikesbian]

HONEY GLAZE — Michael Jackson x F. Reader.

— SUMMARY: Michael’s sleeping over at your house for the first time without your family there. You decide to play a game and give him a taste of your favorite lipgloss.

— WARNINGS: sub!mike, fluff, dual loss of virginity, face-fucking, oral, fingering, protected sex, dry humping, premature ejaculation, scent kink (?), reader is a tease, reader is experienced, use of daddy to tease, manipulation (sorta), michael is lowkey a himbo LMAO, dirty talk, pleasure dom reader. jermaine feature.

— WC: 7.7k (let’s all act surprised).

— A/N: Loosely based on this request. Let’s pretend the strawberry shirt he has on in the photo is a pj shirt. Please leave feedback in the comments and don’t forget to like and reblog!

Michael was absolutely buzzing with excitement today. This evening, he’d be sleeping over at his girlfriend’s house for the very first time. The best part? The two of you would be completely alone.

He honestly didn’t know why he was so excited about the alone aspect of it all, though. It’s not like he was brave enough to do anything more than hold your hand.

The two of you had fooled around before, you mostly taking charge, but his brain got so fuzzy around you. Any sense of self or right and wrong would go out the window as soon as he smelled your honey glaze scented lipgloss.

He’d spent the day driving around and shopping with his brother Jermaine, making sure to pick up things you’d mentioned liking the last time the two of you browsed through retail catalogues. The fuzzy white comforter you imagined sprawled at the end of your bed, the cute pajama set he couldn’t wait to see you in, and the stunning golden charm bracelet from your favorite jewelry store, were all carefully strewn across Jermaine’s backseat, a cute enveloped note written to accompany them sitting on top of the pile.

“Mike, this girl’s got you whipped! You droppin’ 3 thousand on a lil’ bracelet?” Jermaine asked with an incredulous laugh after the two settled into his car, driving along the Santa Monica Pier.

“Maine, she’s not just some girl. She’s the love of my life,” he said with a wistful sigh. “Besides, 3 thousand is nothin’. I’d hang the moon and stars for her,” Michael responded earnestly. He’d do a lot for you for no reward at all; just the thought that it was something that convenienced you even a fraction was enough.

“See, this exactly what I mean. Doin’ all that for her and you haven’t even laid down with the girl yet.” The older brother laughed at Michael’s ‘yes man’ attitude toward you, finding the idea of his superstar brother being a total worm for you hilarious.

“We’ve done plenty!” he defended, not enjoying the idea of his older brother seeing him as less experienced for what he’d allowed himself to explore regarding his sex life.

“Like what?” Jermaine questioned, raising a disbelieving eyebrow.

“It doesn’t matter! And I don’t see relationships as transactional anyway. The fact that she even likes me is enough.”

A beat of silence settled over the car as Jermaine drove away from the boardwalk, pulling up the car’s hood as they approached a crowd of teenaged girls dancing to one of their older songs, not wanting to be recognized.

When they finally hit the freeway, Michael spoke.

“What do you do?”

“Whatchu mean?” Jermaine pressed.

“Like, how do you…start? Makin’ love, I mean.” Michael cleared his throat.

“We’ve done stuff before, I wasn’t lyin’ about that. But we haven’t gone all the way. She makes me too nervous, ‘n I’m scared of…I don’t want it to end so fast,” he rambled on, realizing Jermaine wasn’t going to interrupt him and was actually giving this some thought.

“You gotta just let it happen, man. I mean, I usually lay the girl down ‘n start kissin’ up on her, but I don’t see you bein’ the type to…” he trailed off in thought. “Just build up tension. Start givin’ her the eyes, ya know? She’ll get the hint.”

“The eyes? Maine, I can barely get close to her in the moment without goin’ dumb.” Michael wiped his hand across his face, trying to cool himself down before he started blushing.

“Here, how’s this?” Jermaine exited the freeway and began demonstrating what he meant at the red light.

“Take your hand, place it on her shoulder like this, look her up ‘n down from her lips to her eyes, and give her a lil’ smirk. She’ll know.” He accelerated on the gas pedal as the light turned green.

“O-okay. Yeah, that seems easy enough,” Michael responded shyly.

“Don’t bring this up to anyone else, Erms. I’ll kill you,” he added, realizing how vulnerable he’d gotten. He’d never hear the end of it from Marlon if this got out.

At exactly half past 5, Michael was ringing at your doorbell, your gifts and his belongings in tow. He told Bill he was spending two nights at your place, reminding him not to be seen by your neighbors during his patrols, and basically flew to your doorstep.

You opened it almost immediately, seeming just about as excited as he was, and plastered your lips onto his in an intimate kiss—too intimate for your front door.

“Hi, my pretty boy. Let’s get you inside, yeah?” you greeted him, noticing the way he flustered up at the nickname.

“Yeah…” he said with a ditzy grin across his face.

“O-oh! I got you these gifts!” he announced with pride. He was carrying them and all of his belongings for the sleepover in one hand, determined to not let you help him carry anything.

You pushed the door wide for him to come in, knowing better than to offer to help him. He seemed to be moving without thinking, just taking steps by pure instinct. As he neared the staircase leading to the upstairs bedrooms, you could see the defeat dawn across his face.

“C’mon, baby. Lemme at least just carry one bag. I’m a big girl.” You took his duffel bag, presumably with his belongings, and led the way, not giving him a second to stop you.

He sighed dramatically and trailed up the steps behind you, his fingers that were straining under the heavier duffel bag feeling relief from the absence of its weight.

As you pushed into your bedroom, the scent of fresh linen and cinnamon wafted into his nostrils, a sudden comfort settling into his bones at the now familiar scent. You shrugged your robe off your shoulders, and Michael realized you were already in your pajamas. He took his duffel bag from your hands, sat down his belongings, and handed you your first gift.

“I’m realizin’ it’s probably too late for this now, but here! I have a feeling you’ll love ‘em.” He was practically vibrating in anticipation.

“I can’t believe you brought me gifts, Mikey. You’re so thoughtful.” You gave him a quick peck and opened the gift box. Inside sat the pj set you fawned over with Michael 2 weeks ago at your kitchen table. It was a red and white gingham two piece set with strawberry pockets on the butt of the mini shorts. The top was a lace-trimmed camisole that stopped just above your hipbone and was see through around the flowy skirt of it. And it was perfect.

“Oh, Michael! I’m putting this on immediately, are you kidding? This is perfect! Thank you so much.” You grabbed him with both hands by the face and littered his burning cheeks in kisses.

“It was nothin’. Here, open the others!” He was eating up your reactions. You jumped up and down at the blanket and tried to pick him up and spin him once you saw the bracelet.

“Hey, let go!” he’d declared in protest with a surprised chuckle at your strength.

“Put it on me, baby,” you told him, breathless, as you let go of his torso.

With a shy smile, he followed your demand mindlessly.

“Do you like it?” he asked, knowing you did. He just wanted to hear you say it.

“I adore it. The first charm I’m gonna buy will be a little ‘M’ just for you. Wouldn’t that be so cute?” you asked him, twisting your wrist around in the warm lighting of your bedroom.

“You’d do that?” he asked you, genuinely surprised by the act of possession.

“Of course! I’d tattoo your name across my chest,” you responded with a quick kiss to his lips as you made your way to your restroom with your new pajama set in hand.

The idea of you tattooing his name on you filled him with a sickening amount of pride.

You stepped back into the room almost as quickly as you left it, and you looked unreal. The cups in the top held your breasts up in just the right way, and the sheer, flowy bottom of it put your torso on full display for him. The shorts were no better. You gave him a twirl, and when his eyes met your backside, he nearly fell at your feet. Your strawberry-adorned ass was sitting prettily in the fabric, the bottom of your soft cheeks on full display for his greedy eyes. You turned back around and sauntered over to him.

“You look perfect,” he complimented you with a dumb smile.

“Hmm, do I?” you teased him as you unzipped his jacket for him.

“Yes, perfect…” he said, losing his train of thought as his eyes fell to the barely-there neckline of your top. He absentmindedly let you pull the jacket off, completely distracted by the view in front of him.

“Get comfortable, baby. I’m gonna go get us popcorn and OJ. Then I’ll pick a movie. How’s that sound?” you asked him, knowing he was barely even paying attention.

“Hmm? Yeah, sounds great…” he responded, not able to find more words.

“Michael. Shower. Now.” You turned on your heel and walked with an extra bounce in your step, purposely doing so to make your ass move a bit more as you stepped. He drank it all up and unpacked his stuff in a daze.

He realized he forgot to bring his own body soap, and reveled in the idea of using yours. He couldn’t wait to smell like his girl. It was all he thought about during the 15-minute shower as he lathered up, scrubbed his body, and rinsed off. He brought his own lotion and toothpaste, disgruntled by the idea that he had no excuse to use yours. After he finished moisturizing, he left the room with a small smile, and placed his clothes into your hamper.

He saw you sitting comfortably on the soft carpet at the foot of your bed, your robe on your shoulders and a deck of cards sat in front of you alongside your snacks. You’d brought 2 big slices of homemade pizza, a bottle of tobasco, wet wipes for your hands, and two water bottles, alongside the share-size bowl of popcorn and two glasses of orange juice you’d mentioned. Bambi was in your VCR displaying the main menu, waiting to be played.

He approached you quietly while holding his breath, his mind going crazy at the sight of your legs crossed in front of you. They were making him nervous. He loved your legs.

You looked up at him and a cocky smile spread across your lips.

“You found a matchin’ shirt, huh?” you pressed your index finger to his torso as he sank down next to you, finding the idea of him searching for something to go with your sleep set cute.

“Oh…Yeah, is the matchin’ too much? I just wanted to…” he trailed off, unable to find any excuse that didn’t expose his intentions.

“I love it, baby. We look cute together.” You wrapped your arms around his neck and gave him a kiss on his jaw. A shiver ran down his spine.

“Eat. I just got this out of the oven, so it should still be hot.” You picked up his plate of pizza and handed it to him, watching with a devious glint in your eye as he obeyed your command. He said a quick prayer, blew the slice, and took a hearty bite while looking deep into your eyes.

“Thank you so much. It’s really good,” he said earnestly, covering his food-filled mouth as he spoke.

“Thank you. Now eat up. I’m gonna start the movie and we can play cards while we watch, when we’re done with the pizza.”

You did just as you said and so did he, eagerly at that. You’d think he didn’t have a brain of his own with the way he just did whatever you told him to. He was wrapped tightly around your pinky finger, just how you liked him.

After you beat him for the fourth time at Go Fish, the movie long having ended, you had him help you bring your empty dishes and soiled wet wipes downstairs to clean and get rid of.

“I have a game I wanna play,” you stated casually as you handed him the soapy pizza pan you just washed. He rinsed and dried it immediately.

“What is it?” he asked with a little too much enthusiasm. He would do anything if it meant being in your presence.

“It’s…not really an official game. Just somethin’ I sorta made up. You’re gonna like it though.” You said the last sentence as an order, not an assumption. His stomach turned with excitement at the sternness in your voice. “Finish rinsin’ and dryin’ these and I’ll go brush my teeth ‘n set it up for us. You also brush your teeth when you’re done.”

You left him to the task and hurried up the stairs. You were much more excited than you were letting on tonight. You’d went on a little shopping trip yourself earlier, spending the day at different makeup and department stores, meticulously picking out an assortment of flavored lipglosses and chapsticks. You wanted to try them all on and have Michael guess what each flavor was after kissing you. The thought came to you after a particularly vivid dream of him begging you to wear your honey glaze scented gloss while you fucked. You decided you wanted him to be like that after any scent he ever smelled from there on out.

After brushing your teeth, you took off your robe and then laid all of the lip products evenly on your fluffy carpet, and placed your black eye mask beside them, waiting patiently for your boyfriend to leap up the stairs.

As he made it inside your room from your bathroom, having entered it from the hallway, he took in your position and the random scene in front of you, lifting an eyebrow.

“What kinda game is this?” he asked, sounding almost frightened.

“It’s a chapstick challenge. I put on a layer of one of the glosses or lip balms, and you guess the flavors by french kissing me,” you responded with a dazzling smile.

“K-kiss…Okay.” He was already losing it by the mere idea of the game. “And I wear the blindfold?” he inquired.

“Yep. No peeking, understand?” you said, faux seriousness laced into your voice.

“Yes, ma’am,” he responded, only half jokingly with the honorific, with his left hand to his temple in a fake salute.

You placed the blindfold over his thick afro, leaving it up just above the eyes, before giving him a kiss. You pulled away and bit your lip at the dazed look on Michael’s face.

You got up—slightly bouncing your ass again—to turn on the record player sitting on your bedside dresser, and adjusted the volume to a comfortable background hum, setting the ambience.

You plopped back down in front of him, and he looked at you hungrily, licking his lips and trying to ignore the lust growing in his abdomen.

“Can I know the flavors, please? Or am I going into this blind?” he inquired.

“We’ll do 7. They’re pretty easy to guess, so I’m making you go in blind. You’re fine with that though, aren’t you baby? You’ll be the best guesser ‘cuz you’re just so smart, right?” you cooed at him, knowing the way you spoke to him would get him to move a mountain for you if you told him to.

“Y-yeah I’m…It’ll be easy.” Bingo.

You pulled the mask over his eyes and opened the first chapstick, the pop of the lid unsealing catching his surprise since his non visual senses were heightened. Cherry. Easy. You applied a generous layer and rubbed your lips together as you inched toward his face.

You pressed your lips to his harshly and he got to work immediately. His tongue explored your lips much longer than it should’ve. This was one of the easiest flavors to guess, by far. He was being greedy. You pulled away with a pop, smirking at his neediness.

“Ch-cherry?” he asked, like it wasn’t obvious.

“You sure you don’t wanna search some more? That was one of the easiest. You could’ve been more sly about it,” you said teasingly.

“‘M s-sorry. I just love your lips…” he trailed off, embarrassed.

“I’m just teasin’. Of course it was cherry. One point to you! Good job, Mikey.” His lip twitched at the praise.

Peach was next. It wasn’t too hard, but the scent threw off the flavor; it smelled like mango. That was the exact reason you chose it. The ambiguity left room for more.

You repeated your earlier ministrations of application, and kissed him again, this time scooting a little closer to his body. You even cupped his jaw with your hand, eliciting such a soft whine, you were almost convinced you misheard it.

The kiss was longer this time, but purposely. You even took the opportunity to pull at his hair the tiniest bit, smiling against his lips as he made a surprised sound at the back of his throat. He pulled away this time, out of breath.

“That one stumped me. It smells way different than it tastes. I’m gonna guess somethin’ fruity…Peach?” he guessed.

“You got it!” you responded, genuinely surprised. “That one was one of the hardest ones. Didn’t it smell like mango?”

“Yes, that’s what that smell was! It confused me bad.” He chuckled softly, as he stretched his hand out toward you, searching for your waist. You reached out to his hand and guided it to where he wanted it, biting your lip at the contact.

This flavor was watermelon. You applied the sticky balm to your lips and smacked them loudly, warning him of your impact this time. He met your lips with ease and immediately got to sucking and licking. His free hand cupped the back of your neck and he deepened the kiss, sliding his tongue past your lips and into your mouth. He moaned when your wet muscle met his, then pulled back, chest heaving.

“Just been waitin’ to do that. I know it was watermelon,” he announced proudly.

“Someone’s gettin’ a lil antsy, huh?” you responded, trying to conceal your bated breath. His lips faltered at the teasing, trying and failing to find an excuse.

“It’s okay, baby. I like when you get desperate.” He bit his lip and covered his face with his hands.

You reached for the next lip balm, this one being cinnamon flavored. He loved cinnamon, which was the reason you bought it. You lathered it on and pulled his hands away from his cheeks, meeting his lips once more. You decided to turn it up a notch by placing his hands right under your breasts and sliding a hand onto his chest, feeling his heart hammering pathetically under your touch, and throwing one of your legs over his. He gasped slightly and pulled you closer, his fingers holding you with a firm grip.

You led the kiss this time, almost forgetting you were playing a ‘game.’ You bit his lip and sucked his tongue just enough to make him squirm, and pulled away.

“What flavor?” you asked him smugly, staring at the slight sheen of lipgloss scattered about his chin and mouth. He didn’t respond, mouth still slightly hanging open with a dazed grin.

“What’s the matter? Cat gotcha tongue?” you continued teasing.

“No, I…You make me forget things,” he admitted sheepishly.

Scratching his neck while keeping one of his hands on your body, he continued.

“Well, I definitely know that was cinnamon. That’s my guess.”

“I knew you’d get that one. I thought of you specifically when I bought it,” you admitted. You poked his nose and absentmindedly applied the next gloss. It was one you already owned and the two of you absolutely adored. Honey glaze.

You smacked your lips one more, letting yourself taste the flavor as you did so, and settled yourself fully on top of his lap now. You felt how hard he was and ground against him languidly once. He whimpered at the contact immediately.

“Aww, my baby’s getting this turned on just from kissing? What am I gonna do with you?” you cooed at him, your breath fanning over his lips. His dick jumped immediately.

“Oh. You’re wearing my favorite…honey glaze.” His knowledge surprised you.

“You peeked, didn’t you?” you questioned him suspiciously.

“N-no! I just…I love the smell of this one. I can recognize it anywhere. Please kiss me,” he whined.

You leaned in and the kiss turned sloppy immediately.

He gripped your waist hungrily with both of his hands, and rocked up into your crotch desperately. You moaned against his tongue as he licked your mouth inside and out, drool sliding down your cheek.

The both of you got incredibly lost in the moment, allowing your need for each other to bubble up sporadically. You ground harshly against his erection and sucked his neck, leaving a bruise in its wake. He moaned once really loudly, and his hips jerked against yours. Then, his hands flew from your waist and ripped the blindfold off of his face.

“‘M sorry. I need to use the restroom,” he quickly mumbled out. He gently slid from underneath you, then made a beeline for your bathroom door.

“Mich-” you called after him breathlessly as the door shut.

“Damnit,” he mumbled as he pulled down his pants. His cum sat proudly against the fabric of his boxers, much to his annoyance. He grabbed a wet wipe and cleaned his crotch wildly, the cold wetness making him shiver. He couldn’t believe he let himself go like that. Sliding his underwear off, he internally cursed himself for being so embarrassing. He washed his hands and entered the room again, his head hanging low and his underwear balled into his fist. He put it inside your hamper and then sat on the edge of your bed without a word, avoiding your gaze.

You knew exactly what happened, and it made you cocky.

“Mikey, baby. I know you came your pants,” you announced crudely. You sat down next to him with a wicked smile tugging at your lips.

“It’s embarrassing. We didn’t even do anything…” He sniffed in shame.

“Baby, it’s flattering. I’m glad to know that you get that horny for me,” you replied. You gripped his jaw, forcing him to look you in the eye.

“It’s not…Well, yes. I do get…aroused by you. But it’s your lipgloss. The smell…It makes my brain numb,” he admitted.

You removed your hand and bent over right in front of him to pick up the honey glaze scented gloss from the carpet, purposely nudging your butt against his knee as you reached down. You turned back around and waved it in his face tauntingly.

“This lipgloss? My favorite one?” You opened it and applied another layer. Setting it down on the bed, you placed your hands on either side of his legs and inched toward his face.

“The smell turns you on?” you asked, letting the scent waft around his personal space. He whimpered loudly.

“Yes,” he spat out, shoving down a heavy gulp. He could already feel himself getting hard again, and his eyes trailed down your torso, straight to the curve of your breasts, which were more visible due to you being bent over.

“You checkin’ me out?” you asked him mockingly.

His eyes snapped to your face as if he got caught doing something wrong. You sat back down next to him and stared at his bottom lip, which was being cradled between his teeth.

The way you were looking at him, like you were a predator hunting its prey, made Michael’s heart hammer so loudly against his chest that he swore you could hear it.

Then, a voice echoed in his head.

Start givin’ her the eyes…Take your hand, place it on her shoulder…look her up ‘n down…

He followed each direction as it played in his mind, his sudden confidence faltering your own in its track. Then, he gave you the sexiest smirk you’d ever seen.

…Give her a lil’ smirk. She’ll know.

“Do you wanna fuck me?” you asked him straightforwardly. He flinched a bit at how direct your words were.

“Yes,” he sighed. “B-but only if you wanna! I don’t…It has to be your choice.” What he really wanted to say was that he wanted you to use his body like he only existed for your pleasure.

“Then fuck me, Michael. Rip my clothes off and plow me into my sheets.” You slid your thumb across his bottom lip and tugged it down. He stared at you like a deer in headlights.

“You gonna touch me, or what?” you asked, cocking your head to the side in fake confusion. You knew your words were scrambling his brain, and you loved it.

“Y- sorry. Um.” He fumbled with his hands, not knowing where to touch you or place them. He felt like an idiot. You’ve engaged in sexual acts before, but he felt out of his league now, the looming state of his virginity making everything much more serious.

“Go get a condom from my dresser. Top drawer,” you ordered him. He obeyed and picked a small foil wrapper from the unopened Trojan box. He secretly thanked God at the sight, realizing you hadn’t recently been using them with anyone else, although he already knew that.

He held the foreign object in his hand and stood between your parted legs.

“C’mere,” you said before pulling him down by his neck and making out with him like you hadn’t been allowed to for a century.

He cautiously explored your body with his large hands, continuing certain gropes and squeezes when you gave him louder whines.

His body was now hovering yours, propped up by his forearms, and you could feel his heavy dick slap against your crotch through his pants as he went to kiss tenderly on your neck.

“I’m not wearing any underwear either. Wanna feel how wet I am for you?” you asked him lewdly.

“Please,” he begged, letting you take his hand and place it square on top of your clothed pussy.

He could feel you pounding beneath his palm, and he felt that familiar slimy substance connecting his hand to your core. He rubbed two of his fingers into you a bit, collecting some of your arousal. Detaching his mouth from your neck, he looked down at you with a dazed expression. With his free hand, he gently gripped your face, making you look at him.

Without a word, he removed his hand from your sex and sniffed his fingers greedily. He bucked his hips into yours, and shoved those fingers into his mouth with a loud groan.

You were in awe.

“I had no idea you were this filthy. Thought you were a good boy, but I guess you’re way dirtier than I thought,” you told him with surprise etched into every word. Your statement only made him needier. He shoved his fingers farther into his mouth and pulled them out, searching for your cunt again.

“Please, let me take these off. Wanna feel you,” he begged, a mixture of drool and your arousal collecting at the corner of his parted lips.

“Go ahead baby. Show me how much you want me.”

With a whimper, he crawled down your body and landed on his knees with effortless agility. He hooked his fingers into the top of your pajama shorts and froze.

“I-i’m a virgin,” he stated, voice barely above a whisper.

“Michael, I know. We’ve talked about this plenty of times,” you responded patiently. You knew he was nervous, but you also knew he wanted this.

“I know, it’s just that…I’m not gonna know how to do everything. I don’t wanna embarrass myself,” he replied meekly.

“Baby…I know you think I’m some sex god, but I’m still a virgin too.” You sat up and looked down at him, forcing him to meet your intense gaze. He looked stunned.

“It’s okay if you’re not. You don’t needa lie to me to make me feel bet-” You interrupted him by clamping your hand over his mouth.

“Michael, I’m not lying. When I told you before we ever did anything sexual that I had experience, that wasn’t a lie either. I’ve just never trusted anyone to go all the way. But I trust you and I want this with you. Don’t you wanna give it to me?” you asked him with a faux-sad pout.

“Of course! I wanna be your first…I want you to be mine. And my last. I wanna give my soul to you,” he rambled, inching your shorts down your thighs as he leaned in closer.

“I can’t believe you’re letting me..” he spoke quietly, mostly to himself, drifting off once he unclothed your lower body. He threw the damp shorts onto the floor and looked up at you with so much gratitude that it made your heart swell.

“Taste me,” you said, as you watched him lick his lips like he was starving.

He placed your thighs atop his shoulder and delved in, immediately grinding against nothing at the scent of your pussy.

“Mmm, th-that’s right. Just how I taught you before,” you spoke to him. He was circling your clit with his tongue with expert precision; just enough to feel like you were floating, but not enough to feel like you were grinding against a rock. Then he did something else you taught him, but with his own twist. He scratched up and down your thighs, the familiar sensation making you feel like music. But then, he slid his tongue down to your entrance and stuck it in, your arousal pooling around it in the act.

“F-fuck. Where’d you learn how to do that? Been seein’ someone else?” you inquired, only half joking. He pulled out and looked up at you with an earnest fire in his eyes.

“Never.” Then, he continued his actions, fucking his tongue into you as far as both of your anatomies would allow.

You pushed his head into you, grinding down with need. His afro acted as a protection against your brutal shove. He slid his tongue back out and worked your clit again, feeling confidence settle into his demeanor. So much confidence, he took two fingers, collected your arousal into them, and slid them into you. You cursed loudly.

“O-oh my god…F-Yeah! Curl them like that,” you mewled, your brain not knowing how to compute your pleasure into words. You’d only felt your own fingers inside there, once or twice, and you didn’t enjoy it. Your fingers couldn’t reach as far as his currently were, though.

You fell back against the bed as you felt your orgasm sprinting toward you faster than you anticipated, gripping onto your sheets and locking your ankles around Michael’s neck in an attempt to hold on.

“M-mikey, ah. Stop. Stop, stop, stop,” you breathed out to him, feeling the knot in your stomach almost unravel. He immediately withdrew his mouth and fingers, you arousal leaving a string of connection to his chin as he did so.

“Did it start to hurt? Sorry, I just thought you were gonna have an or-”

“I was gonna have an orgasm. I just don’t want to yet. I wanna suck that pretty dick of yours first. You’re gonna let me, right?” you asked him, not really leaving space to take no for an answer.

Michael never let you suck him off, to your own disappointment. He’s eaten you out so many times that you’d run out of positions for it, he’s let you grind against his dick with clothes, he’s even let you jerk him off, but he’s never let you get on your knees and put your mouth on it. His exact words were that it was ‘degrading and useless.’ He didn’t wanna hurt you. But you wanted to see him let go. You wanted the proof of your lewd acts with him physically etched into bruises to the back of your throat.

“Baby, I can’t let you do th-” You clamped your hand against his mouth once more.

“You’re gonna let me suck you off. Right?” you asked, slowly moving your hand away from his mouth.

“Ok-kay,” he responded with resignation in his voice.

He stood up and you slid his bottoms off, licking your lips at the sight of him. He was holding out on you because god was it pretty. And big. You thought he was just being a modest gentlemen when he told you he didn’t want to hurt you, but it was more than just that. He was really long, and he knew it.

“So you knew how big your dick was huh? That’s why you never let me do this. Betchu imagine me sucking that pretty thing off all the time.” You reached for it greedily and spit onto his tip, watching it slide down the base slowly.

“Stop- d-don’t talk about it like that..” he said weakly.

“Oh but you like it, though. I could practically feel you getting harder, baby. No need to be shy about it,” you egged him on. Before he could protest any longer, you wrapped your hand around his base and began tugging upward. You reached for your lipgloss with your free hand and applied a thick layer to your swollen lips. You blew a taunting kiss at him. He was visibly holding back his moans, much to your disapproval.

“Nuh-uh, let me hear those pretty moans. Sing for me, Michael,” you directed. He obeyed, and not even on purpose. The way you were touching and talking to him made him forget who he was.

“Feels s- you feel so good. I love you..” he blabbered.

“I love you too, baby.” You leaned forward and gave his shaft an open-mouthed kiss, maintaing eye contact with him. His whole body went rigid in shock as he saw the sticky mark your lip product left in its wake.

“Oh, god,” he groaned, jerking his hips up into your hand. You started twisting it whenever you got closer to his tip.

Without warning, you took it into your mouth, eyes focused on his, and sunk down on it. His eyes rolled back and his hands flew to the back of your head, holding it for composure. You began slowly moving up and down, flattening your tongue and sucking him like he was the best popsicle you’d ever tasted.

“Pl-ease, I don’t wanna cum yet. Plea-, please, please,” he begged on and on, turning please into a chant.

You hummed around his length, ignoring him, and continued to work. Tears stinged at your eyes, and drool dribbled out of your mouth. The sinful sight of you made him do something he swore he wouldn’t do. He rocked into your mouth roughly, just once, but it was enough to make you falter and gag against him. You moaned lustfully and your eyes lolled to the back of their sockets. He removed his hands from your head and scooted back from your mouth with a pop.

“‘M so sorry! I should’ve contained myself better. I know better. Did it hurt? If course it hurt, you’re crying and you gagged. Oh, God I’m so sorry prett-” You gripped onto his dick harshly, cutting him off.

“Michael, I want you to do that. I love it. Fuck my mouth, angel face. I can take it,” you reassured him with a devilish grin.

“N-no, I shouldn’t’ve let you touch me like that. You’re too precious…I can’t hurt you agai-”

“Michael. For the love of God, shut the hell up. I want you to hurt me and bruise me and make me cry. Is that not okay? Am I too dirty for you?” you asked him, feigning hurt. You secretly enjoyed tricking him into getting what you wanted because he somehow always gave it to you, and this time was gonna be no different.

“Not at all! You could never be too dirty for me…You’re perfect. I just don’t wanna degrade you like that. But since it’s what you want, okay. I’ll give you anythin’ you want.” Bingo.

“M’kay, now you gonna fuck my throat like a good boy, right?” you asked him with puppy dog eyes, tears still sitting in your waterline.

“Y-yes,” he responded hesitantly.

“Yes, what?” you asked him, enjoying working him up like this.

“Yes, angel. I-i’m gonna fuck your face…like a good…boy?” he responded, sounding more like he was trying to convince himself than he was you.

You gave him a soft hmm and pulled him back towards you, spitting a glob into your hand once more. You jerked him slowly 4 times and then looked him in his face.

“Don’t worry about me, ‘kay? If I want you to stop, I’ll make you stop. But, I trust you,” you said earnestly. “C’mon, stand up and give it to me, baby.”

Then, you opened your mouth, sticking your tongue out in anticipation. He hesitantly stood up, jerked himself twice, and then pushed into your mouth. Holding the back of your head gently, but firmly, with both of his hands, he set an inexperienced pace with his thrusts. You hollowed your cheeks and sucked harshly whenever he would drag his hips back, causing his legs to shake.

“Th-this is so, AH, wrong. You shouldn’t look this pretty like this. With my…thing in your mouth.”

You scrunched your brows into a pout and moaned loudly, forcing him to unconsciously fuck your mouth harder.

“B-baby you can’t do that, ‘m gonna finish if you do.” You continued moaning and sucking loudly, noticing his breaths shorten as his climax neared.

“God, you’re so pretty d-down there. Ngh- wait-” You forced yourself away from his crotch and crawled to the center of your bed, positioning yourself on all fours. You turned around and coaxed him over to you with a teasing finger.

“Baby, I need you. See how wet I am?” You arched your back and swayed your hips side to side, letting the light catch your arousal. “I need you to make me feel better. It’s aching,” you pouted. His feet were moving before his conscious mind could register your words, and he joined you in bed. He picked up the condom he mindlessly dropped earlier and unwrapped it.

“I-i’ll make you feel better,” her says as he pulled the rubber from its foil packet.

You turned around and took the contraceptive from him.

“Let me put it on you, daddy,” you smirked as you said the nickname.

“Don’t call me th-that,” he pouted.

You placed it on his tip with unnecessary friction and rolled it down his shaft, raising your eyebrows and smirking at the pathetic boy in front of you.

“Mmm, but you like it when I tease you with it,” you told him.

“Okay.” He gulped audibly and leaned down to press a hot kiss to your lips. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Michael. Now fuck me like you need it,” you said as you went back to your position on all fours. You were almost scared that he’d be too big, or that you’d need lube that you didn’t have, but as soon as he pushed his tip in, your pussy sucked him in. It was an unfamiliar feeling, being stretched like this, but your body didn’t register too much pain. You were drenched.

“Oh god, oh god, oh god,” he called out as your sex squelched around him, forcing him in deeper. You moaned out as he stretched and filled you. As soon as he bottomed out, he laid on top of your back, already feeling overwhelmed.

“M-michael! Oh my god, ‘m so wet. Needed your dick inside me so bad, fuck,” you inched forward and slammed back against his length forcefully, arching your back in the process. He sat up immediately and gripped onto your hips.

“The way you talk…” he trailed off as he started thrusting into you slowly.

“You like m-my dirty mouth, baby? Want me to talk to you through it, pretty boy?” you asked him, feeling his tip hit your g-spot with ease.

“Yes, please,” he whined, speeding up slightly in anticipation.

“F-fuck me harder, baby. Feels so good.” You pushed your head into your mattress, arching your back up higher, allowing yourself to take him deeper. He followed your instructions and snapped his hips into you harshly once, gauging your body’s response to the action. You pushed your ass further into his crotch, and he took that as silent permission.

“Mikeyyy. You’re so bad, taking my virginity in my bedroom like this. Mmm-fuck,” you whined, your vision going blurry with tears of pleasure.

“Y-yes, so bad. ‘M so bad,” he repeated, slamming into you faster. Your bed was creaking with his thrusts. He could already feel himself losing it again.

“Mmm, mmm, Mikey p-push my head into the mattress baby. Be rough.”

He obeyed immediately, leaning over and pressing his palm to the side of your head. He took one look at your face and felt his orgasm creeping up. Your mouth was wide open and there was a huge wet spot where your mouth leaked drool onto your sheets.

“You’re so pretty, baby. You look so good like this,” he complimented.

“With you plowin’ me into m-my own sheets? Thank you, baby boy.”

Your tongue licked at his thumb that was near your lips, and you sucked it into your mouth.

“OH! I’m g-onn…I’m cumming. Shit, I’m cumming!” he cried out as his hips stuttered. He buried himself into you deeply and filled the condom with his seed. He collapsed his torso onto your arched back and you bit his thumb. He clutched it after you spat it out of your mouth.

“I didn’t say to stop, did I? I thought you were a gentleman. Make me cum,” you demanded.

“Yes, baby. ‘M sorr-y…” he apologized in between whines of overstimulation.

You reached your hand down to your clit and started playing with it needily, overeager to cum on him. He pounded into you again, his dick half hard, as you started babbling into your bedsheets.

“Mikey, ‘m s-so close. Keep fuckin’ me like that, baby. You’re doin’ so well for me. You’re fillin’ me up so good.” The sound in the room was so unmistakable. The noise of creaky box springs, skin slapping and sticky arousal drowned out the hum of music leaving your record player.

He leaned down and hovered over your ear, whimpering into it. He sounded like an undiscovered instrument. The sound made your pussy squeeze against his shaft, signaling your orgasm.

“Y-yeah be louder. Love your filthy little whimpers, Michael. Gimme more,” you said with the last of your breath. He pounded harder and fully moaned into your ear, causing you to completely come undone.

You reached behind you and dug your nails into his sides as your legs shook and your pussy spasmed around his spent dick, already hardened again. You screamed his name like a prayer and Michael wished that was the only sound his ears would ever be subjected to again.

As you began going limp, Michael slid his arm underneath you, wrapping around your waist, and pulled out of you. He rolled into his side and pulled you on top of his chest, ignoring how hard he was again.

“I’m so glad it was you,” he said after he caught his breath.

“Hmm?” you asked him, looking up to the side of his face.

“My virginity. I’m glad you took it. It feels like you were exactly who I was waitin’ for whenever I would tell my brothers I was waitin’ on the right girl. No, you’re even better,” he said bashfully.

“Well, I’m glad you took mine too. You were absolutely perfect. I’m so glad we get to share this memory with each other. We fit so well together, don’tcha think? Like two halves of a puzzle,” you mused with a faint smile.

“I’d say so,” he said with a gulp loaded with a double meaning.

“Whatcha mean by that, baby?” you questioned him.

“Just…It’s like your body was swallowin’ me whole. It was incredible.” He bit his lips as he looked you in your eyes. You felt a pulsing at your abdomen, finally noticing how hard he was.

“Ohhh, my baby’s ready for round two? You have stamina…Good ta know,” you teased him with a giggle.

“‘M sorry, you just look ‘n sound so pretty when you’re tellin’ me what to do…”

“It’s okay, baby. Here. Let’s go take a quick shower, yeah? Then we can sixty-nine,” you said as you sat up on your knees. You gave him a wink. He gulped both audibly and visibly.

“Oh, yes please. I’d love that,” he responded with unconcealed enthusiasm. You pulled him behind you and led him toward the restroom, the excitement of round two noticeable in your light steps. You discarded your shirt and pulled Michael’s over his head for him.

“Take off that condom, baby. I’m gonna wash you up.”

He threw the soiled condom into your tiny tin trash can, and trailed after you like a puppy.

You turned on your shower and faced him, your tits on full display to him now. He swallowed loudly and gave a kiss to each of your nipples, surprising you in the act.

“I love you,” he whispered, and then leaned in to give you an intense kiss. His tongue slotted between your lips before you pulled away.

“Uh-uh. Don’t start something you can’t finish in here, needy boy. I’ll make it worth the wait.”

You stepped into the shower, him immediately after you, and the two of you let a comfortable silence settle in the air, washing yourselves and then each other’s backs.

With the two forgotten lip balm flavors lying lazily on the floor, the promise of your newly broadened sexual history etched into the empty house with a faint trace of a sweet scent. The scent of honey glaze.

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Neighbor

Michael Jackson x blackfem!reader

part one | part two

synopsis: Michael finds himself drawn to the older neighbor that just moved in.

cw: unprotected sex, creampie, edging, perv!Michael, masturbation if you squint, softdom!reader, sub!Michael, caught (?) age gap (21&30) missionary, cowgirl, mentions of religion, oral f!receiving, use of n word

Michael walked out the house and towards his brothers, orange juice in one hand, his book in the other. He eyed the U-Hal trucks across the street, his brows furrowing. “When did someone move in?” Michael questioned as he sat down on the lawn chair, “Don’t know yet, couldn’t get a good look at em’” Jackie replied as he put on his sunglasses. “I saw hair, definitely a woman.” Tito called out as he shot the basketball at the hoop.

“Fool anyone can have hair.” Marlon smacked the back of his head, “You know what I fuckin’ mean, don’t be touchin’ me.” Michael rolled his eyes as he opened his book, immediately getting lost in the pages.

Jackie smacked Michael’s arms repeatedly making Michael groan, “Quit smack- Look!” Michael raised his brows as he lifted his head from his book looking across the streets. “Oh that’s one bad mama jama.” Jackie whistled.

Michael watched you walk down your porch steps, the tight short sleeve cropped sweater, perfectly revealed your curves, abs glistening from the sun, paired with dark blue skinny jeans that shaped your plump ass perfectly. “That is one fine woman.” Marlon mumbled as he walked to the fence to gawk at you from afar.

Michael was speechless, he hadn’t seen someone so gorgeous and goddess like in his life. It’s like you glowed perfectly in the sun, your blown out curls hung low around your shoulders.

“Dibs.” Jackie called out as he stood up, adjusting his basketball shorts. “Nigga you don’t get to call dibs.” Marlon argued, his eyes still following your every move.

“What you thinkin’ ova there Mikey?” Tito looked towards Michael, “That you guys are ridiculous.” Michael replied, finally tearing his gaze from your face. “Oh don’t act like you weren’t eye fuckin’ her with us.” Michael scrunched up his face in response, “Do you have to be so vulgar?”

“You know this missionary stuff is getting tired, you gotta lighten up.” Jackie grabbed Michael and pulled him to the fence, “You see that? That is a goddess, I can tell one night with her and she’ll ruin you.. make you forget all about your little rules.” Jackie whispered in his ear as he pointed at you.

“All of yall are dirty for thinkin’ about women like that.” Michael exclaimed as he shook his head, “You’re only sayin’ that because you don’t get any action, I’m telling you, let a woman have one night with you, you won’t be the same man.” Marlon chimed in, leaning towards Michael.

“I won’t be doing that till I’m married you fools just have no self control.” Tito sighed loudly, “You’re gonna be missing out, but for now.. every man’s for themselves, I’m gonna get her.” Jackie cockily stated, biting down on his bottom lip. “Let the best man win.” They all side fist bumped as they stared you down from afar.

Michael’s face twisted up, they talked about women like they were some object to win over. It was disgusting. Michael felt clear attraction towards you but he wasn’t disrespectful about it, he thought women were the high of this world. He wouldn’t exist if it weren’t for them, thats why he believed they shouldn’t be talked about like that, like they were beneath you.

You felt eyes on you as you set down a box on your front porch, you turned around and saw five boys looking over at you from their fence. You raised your hand and waved with a smile before returning back into your house.

“She was definitely waving at me.”

Hours later you were going through your boxes, unpacking your kitchen supplies when there was a sudden knock on the door. You furrowed your brows and stood up from the wooden floor, footsteps approaching your front door. You swung the door open revealing a short black older woman, standing next to her was a skinny and tall, black man with a small fro, dressed in a long sleeve striped shirt that paired with black jeans. His hands rested behind his back. “Hi, I’m Katherine and this is my son Michael!” She smiled and extended her hand, “I’m Y/N” You shook her hand with a smile, “We live right across the street and I just wanted to welcome you into the neighborhood.”

“How sweet of you, I’m just unpacking right now.” You ran a hand through your curls, “Oh, If you have any trouble unpacking and setting things up, I’ll get one of my boys to help.” Michael flashed a smile from beside her, “You sure? I don’t wanna be a bother.” She shook her head no, “Absolutely, my son’s don’t mind helping out, trust I’ve raised them properly.”

“Wait, I have some leftover cookies just a small thanks for your kindness.” You jogged to the kitchen and back, carrying a small tray of chocolate chip cookies. “Feel free to have them.” You extended the tray with a smile. “Thank you sugar.”

“Have a nice day.” Your eyes flickered to Michael, his eyes already on yours. He quickly looked away as he turned around, following behind his mother. The eye contact was short but intense.

You closed the door and went back to unpacking until you decided it was time for a break and a shower. You walked into your bedroom, stopping by your window as you took off your top.

Michael walked into his bedroom with a sigh, dropping his book on the bed, He sat down on his chair and rolled back with a huff. Something moved in the corner of his eye, making him snap his head towards the window.

Michael’s eyes widened, his brows raising unbelievably high. He had a clear line of vision to your bedroom, you were undressing right in front of the window but in Michael’s eyes it’s like he was getting a strip tease. You had him in a trance that you weren’t aware of.

He watched your breast spill out of your top, bouncing from your movements, He watched you shimmy out of your tight jeans, revealing your heart shaped ass.

When your body faced the window he got clear slight of your belly piercing, Michael bit down on his bottom lip, he couldn’t believe himself. He really watched you get undressed like some perv and it didn’t help he was hard now too.

Michael shook his head and looked away, thinking of anything to get rid of his annoyingly hard boner. He closed his curtains with a sigh. “Bad Michael.” He muttered to himself as turned around.

You stepped out the shower and wrapped your towel around your body, you walked into your bedroom looking for your skincare items. “Shit.” You muttered to yourself when you couldn’t find them. You realized you left the box outside.

You tightened the grip on your towel and walked downstairs, water droplets dripping down onto the wooden floors. You opened your front door and smiled when you saw the small box near the curb still there.

“Thank god.” You closed the door behind you as you quickly ran to the box, You grabbed it and ran back to your door but it didn’t open. “Are you kidding me?” You groan and kicked the door, stubbing your toe in the process. “Fuck that hurt.” You tried to go around to the back but that was locked too.

You groaned before quickly walking across the street, knocking on the door softly. “This is so embarrassing.” You muttered to yourself as you waited at the door.

The same boy from earlier opened the door, his eyes widened as his eyes dropped to your figure, your boobs dared to spill out of the short towel you had your body wrapped up in. “This is embarrassing, But I.. locked myself out of my house and I need help.”

Michael let out a breathless chuckle, forcing his eyes to stare up at you the entire time. “Uhm what can I do?” He clasped his hands together, “My bedroom window is cracked but I can’t climb up there.” You smiled nervously as you shifted in your spot. “I’ll get the ladder from our garage then head over there.” You smiled and let out a breath in relief.

“Thank you!” He nodded and walked towards his garage as you walked right back to your house, waiting patiently. He carried the ladder across, you bit down on your bottom lip as you watched him set it up and climb up.

Michael opened up the window with a grunt and stepped inside, He stopped in his tracks when he saw your pink laced panties sitting on your floor. His breath hitched and he squeezed his eyes shut.

“Bad Michael.” He whispered to himself as he walked out your bedroom, You waited at the front door patiently, looking around frantically.

Michael swung open the door, you smiled widely. “Thank you, Thank you!” Without thinking you pulled him for a hug, your boobs pressing against his chest, through your towel.

Michael stiffened up, his hands staying still at his sides. “No problem.” You smiled and pulled away, You leaned down to grab your box and stepped inside as he walked out. “Thanks again sweetie.”

Michael nodded with a smile and put his hands in his pockets.

He’s kinda cute you thought to yourself as you walked upstairs, “What a day.” You murmured to yourself dropping the box on your bed.

Michael found himself reluctantly pulling the curtains back open, He knew it was wrong on so many levels, but he couldn’t stop himself it’s like he was under a spell. Your spell.

You lathered yourself up in lotion, massaging your boobs. Michael felt his dick harden, straining against his jeans painfully tight. You turned around to face your full body mirror when you noticed something in your reflection. Your window was exactly in the same position as the Jackson’s across the street.

The curtain was open, your brows furrowed and you grabbed your compact mirror pretending to look at yourself in the small mirror, you pointed it to the side and you saw him. Michael sat in his chair watching you undress from the window. You smirked to yourself as you closed the mirror.

“Jackson’s boy a perv.” you muttered to yourself as you walked out the view from the window. This was gonna be fun after all.

Michael found himself knocking on your door, his thoughts racing all over the place. You walked to the door and swung it open, revealing Michael. His eyes traveled down your body, you were still in your night gown that clung to your figure, Your boobs pushed up at the top.

“Hi, My mother mentioned you needed help setting up your bed frame?” You smiled, looking him up and down. “Yeah, you’re right on time!” You stepped to the side and he walked in, his hands placed behind his back.

“Would you like something to drink?” He shook his head no, “I’m fine, thank you.” You simply nodded and grabbed your wine glass, “Follow me.” You swiped your robe to the side as you walked upstairs, He looked down at the steps instead of eyeing your exposed cheeks.

“Thanks for the help, as I got older I just lost some of my strength and couldn’t hold up these pieces myself.” You lie as you walked into your bedroom, sipping on your champagne. “It’s totally fine.”

“You don’t look a day over 20.” Michael complimented, a smile gracing his lips. “Why thank you, I’m thirty.” His brows raised, “Really?” You nod with a smile, “My brother’s and I thought you were way younger.”

“You guys talk about me?” You questioned, leaning on your nightstand. “My brothers kinda have a crush.” He admitted with an embarrassed laugh, You push off the nightstand and sit down next to him. “What about you? You don’t have a crush?” You questioned, leaning towards him slightly. His breath hitched, all he could manage was a breathless chuckle. “I- uhm.” You laugh at his nervous behavior, “I’m kidding Michael.” He chuckles nervously as he rubbed the back of his neck. “Oh.”

“Besides I already know you watch me get undressed from your window.” You stated, making his movements halt. His head snapping in your direction. “I- I-” You placed a hand on his thigh, dangerously close to his crotch. “I’m sorry.”

“You know it’s wrong.. right?” He nodded, his lips forming into a frown, “So why’d you do it?” You look up at him through your lashes, “You’re just so beautiful.. I’ve never felt something like this before, you have to believe I’ve never done something like this before.” He ushered out as he faced you, “How can I believe you Michael?” He chewed on his bottom lip nervously, “Please forgive me- I’ll never do something like that again.”

You bit back a smirk, “Do you think you deserve my forgiveness?” He shook his head no, looking down at the floor, “No, I did something unforgivable.” You scooted back and spread your legs open, “Come right here Michael.” You tapped right in between your legs, “Back to my chest.” He hesitated before simply obeying you. His breath uneven as he clenched his fist. Michael was scared out of his mind.

“I think you deserve to be punished.” He leaned back into your chest, your boobs flushed against his chest. You dragged your finger up his thigh and let it rest on his crotch. “T- this is wrong.. I can’t do something like this, it’s not pure.” Your brows raised, “This is wrong, but not watching me undress like a perv without me knowing?” His words caught at his throat, not knowing how to respond. You were right after all.

“Y- you’re right, I’m sorry.” You smirked and unzipped his pants, He squeezed his eyes shut, biting down on his lips harshly. You pulled out his throbbing member, a bead of precum resting on his tip. “You’re claiming for this to be your first time doing something like this, but you’re already leaking and hard for me.” Michael’s eyes fluttered open, looking down at his embarrassingly hard cock. “I c- can’t help it.” He rasped, his chest heaving up and down.

“That innocent missionary boy is just an act, huh?” You whispered into his ear, Michael shuddered your cool breath tickling his ear. “N- No.” He whined, feeling your finger drag up the base of his cock.

“Then why are you so hard?” Michael chewed on his bottom lip, He didn’t know what to say, How could he explain every time he saw you, it felt like he was under a trance.

“Cat got your tongue?” You wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, fisting his length lightly. You slowly stroked him, up and down. Michael grunted, his eyes squeezing shut. “Open your eyes Michael.” He shook his head no, so you stopped, letting him go. His eyes flew open at the emptiness. “I’ll stop, if you don’t keep your eyes open.” He looked back at you with a frown, “Okay.” He muttered, looking back down at his cock as you wrapped your hand back around his length.

You brung your arm up and down, twisting your hand at the top. Michael’s moans immediately sounded the room. He squirmed in your grasp, his nails desperately clawing at the wooden floor beneath you. You gripped him tighter, speeding up your strokes.

Michael moaned your name loudly, his hips bucked to get out of your grasp. “I- I can’t- s’to much.” He shook his head, You pushed his hips backs down, swinging your leg over to lock him in place. “You’re being a bad boy, Michael.” He grunted with a frown, you stopped at the tip, rubbing your thumb around his tip to spread the Precum. “I- I’m sorry, it just feels s- so good.”

“Stay put and take it, okay?” He whimpered with a nod, You smiled and rested your chin on his shoulder, stroking him slow and tight. You rubbed his Precum down his shaft, coating his length.

“P- Please.” Michael whined. His hips rocking slightly, You twisted, clenched, release, repeat. Keeping that routine until he reached his breaking point, his moans and whimpers getting louder.

“Some- Something’s coming.” Michael clenched your thighs, sweat beading on his forehead, his small curls stuck to his forehead. He chanted your name like it was a prayer, “It’s c- coming.” You took your hand off his throbbing member. Michael bucked his hips chasing for the warmth feeling of your hands wrapped around his member.

“Bad boys don’t get to cum Michael, this was a punishment after all.” You cooed, rubbing his leg slowly before you got up. “Now get yourself together and set the frame up for me sweetie.” You give him a smile before grabbing your wine glass and walking away.

Michael’s brows furrowed, How was he supposed to just forget about what just happened? He sighed and put his throbbing cock back into his pants, and got right to work on your bed frame.

Michael grunted as he rutted his clothed dick against his mattress, clenching his pillow between his teeth. He was currently tryna recreate the feeling you gave him hours ago, but it didn’t feel as good as your hands.

He whimpered before finally giving up with a sigh, Flopping onto his back. He stared up at his ceiling before his body made the choice for him and got up. He adjusted his pants and walked out his door and down the steps.

“Where you going Mikey? It’s getting late.” Jackie’s words made him halt, “For a walk, I’ll be fine, just need to clear my head.” Jackie nodded looking back at the TV as Michael walked out the door.

You hummed as you poured yourself a glass of wine, Whitney Houston playing in the background lowly on the speakers. A knock at your door pulled you from your thoughts, your brows furrowed as you took a sip of your wine before walking to the front door.

You looked through the peephole and smirked once you saw Michael, you knew he would be back. His innocence act didn’t fool you, boys would be boys at the end of the day.

You unlocked your door and opened it, “What a surprise, What are you doing here Michael?” He fidgeted with his hands, “I tried to fight it, obey my mother’s rules and stay pure.. but I can’t. You make me feel alive. I don’t know what it is.” Michael confessed as he stepped closer. “Is that so?” He nodded quickly, His hands moving to behind his back.

You bit down on your bottom lip before stepping to the side, opening your door wider. He walked in immediately, “You sure you want this Michael?”

“Yes, I’m sure.” You smirked as you closed the door, “Follow me.” Michael happily obliged and followed right behind you as you walked up the steps.

You walked into your bedroom, stopping at your nightstand by the window, leaning back. “Have you ever gaven oral?” He shook his head no, “Get on your knees.” He sunk down onto his knees immediately, you hiked your leg up onto your window sill.

He was eye level to your cunt, already wet from his confession. “Take them off.” You raised your hips slightly and he lifted his hands to pull down your soaked laced panties. “Start slow, flick your tongue up and down.” He nodded, “Then circle around here.” You pointed to your clit. He grabbed your thighs and buried his face between your legs without any hesitation.

His tongue immediately latching onto your warm cunt, “Fuck.” You let out a breathless moan. He flicked his tongue up and down slowly, just like you instructed. His tongue circled around your clit before sucking it in his mouth.

You tossed your head back with a moan, gripping onto his curls. Michael’s head moved up and down between your legs, plunging his tongue inside your sopping hole. Michael lost himself in the simple bliss of pleasuring you, forgetting all about his family back at the house.

Marlon jogged up the steps, swinging Michael’s door smack open. “Mikey?” Marlon peeked his head in, walking inside his bathroom, face contorting to confusion. Marlon went to walk back out but stopped in his tracks when he saw something in the corner of his eye.

It was you in direct line of sight from Michael’s window, Your leg on the window sill, your nightgown bunched up at your waist. Your hands held onto a head with black curls with your back arched. Marlon’s eyes widened.

Marlon quickly ran downstairs, “All of you, come upstairs now!” Marlon shouted as he reached the bottom step, “What is it?” Jackie jumped from the sudden yelling. “Just come up here nigga!” Marlon ran back up the steps, quickly sliding back into Michael’s room.

“What the hell are you on about now Marlon?” Tito questioned as he walked right behind Jackie, “Why are we in Mikey’s room? He’s on a walk.” Jackie went up to Marlon, “Look!” His finger pointed at the window, revealing you getting ate out but the man’s identity wasn’t clear from this angle.

“Holy shit.” Randy pushed through from behind, “I can’t believe Michael has direct view to her bedroom and missing this.”

Michael in-fact wasn’t

“Not like he would’ve looked anyway, He’s too busy playing missionary for mother.” Jackie joked, his eyes glued to the lewd scene in front of him.

“I can’t believe first week of her moving in and she’s already getting laid by someone.” Marlon tried to look at the man between her legs, “I swear that guy seems familiar- It might be Mr. Walker from down the street, he’s the only other black guy on this block with a fro.”

Marlon shrugged, “I’m glad Michael’s on that walk, We would’ve never got to witness this with his pure ass.”

The man lifted up from between her legs, wiping his mouth with a smile. Their jaws dropped, their voice and movements coming to a halt. It was Michael all along. “That can’t be.” Randy broke the silence, Marlon rubbed his eyes then looked back up. “That’s not Mikey.” Tito stated in pure disbelief, “Walk my ass!” Jackie shouted, his eyes basically popping out of his sockets.

“Can’t be the same Michael who’s been preaching about innocence! Oh he’s never gonna hear the end of this.” They watched you grabbed Michael by his shirt and pull him out of the view of the window.

“That little negro is having the time of his life right now, I set up her couch for nothing.” Jackie grumbled as he walked out the room.

Michael in-fact was.

You pushed him down on the bed, straddling his lap. You kissed down his neck as your hands found his zipper and slowly unzipped his pants.

“Can you rub it again?” Michael looked up at you with glossy eyes, “We’re gonna do more than just rubbing Mikey.” You look down at him, a small smirk creeping up on your face.

You pursed your lips and spit onto his cock, Michael bit down on his bottom lip, his eyes tracing your every move. You rubbed the spit down his shaft, lubricating it with the Precum that dripped down from his tip. Michael whimpered watching the lewd scene in front of him.

Michael was unbelievably big, a good 9 inches. You’ve never put this size in you and it had been a while since you had sex. You raised your hips and positioned his tip at your entrance. Michael’s breath quickened, he couldn’t believe the scene in front of him after claiming chastity his whole life.

You slowly sunk down, stopping at the tip. Michael moaned loudly from the intrusion. You cursed with a whimper. His mushroom tip already expanding your walls. You lifted up then slowly lowered down, your gummy walls massaging his tip perfectly. You wanted him to beg and crave for it.

Which didn’t take long.

Michael bucked his hips with a moan, wanting to feel even more of you. You lifted up completely making him whimper at the sudden emptiness. “P- Please!” He begged, his hands gripping the sheets. You gripped his cock, positioning it at your entrance once again.

“Tell me how badly you want it Michael.” You commanded, voice laced with pure authority. “I- I want it so bad, I wanna feel all of you! Please give it to me.” You could’ve came just from his begging, a man so pathetic for you, turned you on so badly.

“Good boy, I think you deserve a reward. Hm?” He nodded rapidly, raising up. You smiled at his eager behavior as you sunk down on his length slowly, Michael’s member stretching you out entirely. A loud moan fell from the both of your lips from the intrusion.

“G- God.” A breathless moan is all Michael could manage, your tight walls wrapped around him, a sensation he’s never experienced before. Making him feel like he was out of this world. “S- So big.” You grasped his shoulders, using him for balance as you bounced your ass down on his length.

The sound of skin slapping, loud moans and whimpers had now filled the room. Even when you lifted up your pussy would just suck Michael right back in, it didn’t wanna let go. Michael gripped your hips, his eyes screwed shut as he chanted your name like a prayer. His whimpers and moans getting louder with each bounce.

“Open your eyes Michael.” His eyes fluttered open, His face scrunched up with his mouth hanging open. “S’to much!” He tried to slow your pace down but you grabbed his hands, moving them to your breast.

“I thought you wanted this Mikey?” You pouted your lips, “I- I do.. you just feel sso g- good, I can’t take it.” You chuckled lowly and slowed your pace down. you rocked your hips back and forth, you clit mushing against his pubic bone with each rock. Michael’s mouth hung open, his loud moans and whimpers feeling the room once again.

You leaned down and captured his lips in a slow but passionate kiss, your tongue exploring his mouth. His hands roamed your body, finding your breast once again. His fingers fidgeting with your nipple. He tugged and twisted it slightly. You gasp lowly, pulling back from the kiss. You smiled, looking down at him with lidded eyes. He was learning slowly.

“Did that hurt?” You shook your head, “That was perfect Michael.” You let out a breathless moan, You rolled your hips and his tip perfectly kissed your cervix. A loud moan erupted from your lips, you wrapped your arms around his neck and collapsed on his chest.

Michael whimpered loudly in your ear, His hands firmly gripping your waist as you rolled and thrusted your hips. You needed him to hit that spot again. “I- I need you to do something for me.” You flicked your tongue on his neck, making him moan.

“I need you to be on top Michael.” His brows furrowed, “I’ve never- I don’t know how.” You raised up to look into his eyes, “I’ll guide you, okay?” He nodded hesitantly, You whimpered as you lifted off of his length and fell onto your side, rolling onto your back.

Michael maneuvered onto his knees, Hovering over you as you scooted back onto the pillow. You spread your legs and he gripped your thighs pulling you closer to him. “Ease in, right here.” You grabbed his length and lined it up with your entrance.

He rubbed his tip between your folds, lubricating it with your slick. He pushed in slowly, filling you up as he pushed your legs back to your chest.

“Now don’t just thrust recklessly, move your hips like this.” You gripped his hips and made him move, He allowed you to control his body. “Like this?” He began to move on his own thrusting slow and deliberate, his hips bucking up slightly. “Yes!” You tossed your head back with a loud moan. “F- Faster!” Michael obliged immediately, quickening his pace. He let go of your legs and leaned down, his hands resting on either side of your head.

Michael looked down between your bodies watching his cock disappear with each thrust, the lewd scene turned him on even more. He was fascinated with the way your hole swallowed him up, his dick bulging in your stomach. “S- ssooo g- good!” Michael cried out, his hips moved with a mind of its own, thrusting relentlessly deep into you.

“Just like that Michael!” Your mouth hung open, a choked sob leaving your mouth, feeling him stab your cervix as he plowed into you. “G- God! You’re so d- deep.”

The room was musk, your scent mixed with his along with sweat and the faint smell of your vanilla candle. You clung to him desperately, hiking your leg over his waist, pressing the back of your heel into his butt, pushing Michael even deeper than he already was.

The bed frame rocked against the wall loudly, the sound turned you both on even more, just showing how lost you two were in each other. The bed creaked with each thrust. Michael raised his head to look at you, He bit down on his bottom lip looking down at your fucked out state, your mouth was hung open, eyes closed, brows knitted, drool seeped out from the side of your mouth. The fact that he was making you feel like this sent him into pure bliss. The boy who was looked down on his whole life made you feel so much intense pleasure.

“C- Can I kiss you?” Your eyes fluttered open, “Yeah baby.” He leaned down and captured your lips in a fast, passionate kiss. It’s like he wanted to devour you in that moment. His tongue moved with yours in a bruising heat. Moans slipping past every so often.

You clenched around him harshly, making him pull back with a loud cry. “I’m c- close!” He sobbed into your neck, a single tear running down his face from the overwhelming sensation. “Me t- too! Keep going Michael.” You rubbed the back of his head as his hips snapped into yours vigorously.

Michael babbled something incoherently into your neck, as his once consistent rhythm began to falter. His thrust became sloppy and slow.

“Cum for me, Michael.” Michael let out a choked out sob as he came long and hard, his hips thrusted into you one final time. His hips jerked, as his body convulsed against yours. He spurt thick warm ropes into your womb, filling you up completely as his body went rigid.

You came shortly after him, rocking your hips under him as your legs shook around him. A wave of ecstasy washing over you as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Your cream seeping out from the side.

Michael pulled out with a whimper, falling to his side with a sigh. Both of your chest heaved up and down as you tried to come down from your highs.

“It’s late, you should get home Michael.” You rolled over to look at him, He nodded with a sheepish smile. “Yeah.” He grabbed the tissues on your dresser and wiped his dick from your essence. He stood up and stepped back into his pants and boxers.

“Can we keep doing this?”

“I thought this was wrong and impure.” His cheeks flushed, “I can lie to my mother.” You smirked, “Breaking the rules I see.”

“Only for you.” He muttered as he fixed his clothes, “Of course we can keep doing this Michael, I’ll let you know when.” He smiled and you waved as he left out your room.

Michael fixed his hair as he left out your house, He quickly jogged across the street, He quietly and slowly opened the door, met with pitch black. He closed the door quietly and the lamp flicked on, revealing his brothers.

“How was your walk?” Michael jumped, his back hitting the door. “Don’t scare me like that, and my walk was fine.” Michael lied, his eyes avoiding all of his brothers. “Sure was a long walk.” Marlon rubbed his chin, crossing his legs.

“Yeah. I was really stressed, the walk relieved me.” Tito smirked at Michael’s words, “You sure it was the walk that relieved you?” Michael gulped with a nod. “It’s late.. I’m gonna go- Did you know the window in your room has a direct view to the neighbors.” Michael fidgeted with his fingers, “No, I wasn’t paying attention to that.. that’s gross.” Michael mumbled looking down at the floor.

“That’s funny, I could’ve swore we all saw you eating the neighbor out from your window.” Michael choked on his own spit, Clearing his throat. “T- That was- Don’t tell mother!” Michael pleaded, his hands clasping together, “Oh we won’t but trust we will be using this against you, Mr. Missionary.” Michael chuckled nervously and went to walk away, “Wait, was it good?” Michael bit the inside of his cheek, he nodded slowly then rushed upstairs from embarrassment.

It was more than good

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[losttdreams]

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(another michael jackson whimper audio)

i hope yall can tell i really REALLY fein for !submichael….

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(NOT ACTUALLY MICHAEL JACKSON, NOT A.I. EITHER, ITS A VOICE ACTOR.)

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!inexperienced and sensitive michael loses his virginity to you… and he’s already addicted

[loserclaire]

praise ᝰ michael jackson

imagine… otw!michael loves praise from you. (18+) ⓘ contains: smut , riding , dirty talk , cream pie ౨ৎ

michael was underneath you, his figure laying down on the bed as you bounced on his length, your legs straddling his lap while you reached behind to place your hands on his thighs, keeping yourself up as you utterly ruined him from above.

he tried so hard to swallow down the noises threatening to spill from his lips, but when you kept up that perfect pace, and you whimpered out dirty secrets all while fucking yourself onto him, it pulled sweet whimpers of pure submission from him, making him bottom out with his lips parted and his eyes fluttered shut.

“oh, baby,” you whined, his girth stretching your gummy walls overwhelmingly. “mmh… god, you’re so big.”

your words went straight to his core, blood rushing his veins and fueling a fire in his trembling bones. he couldn’t even respond, his thoughts entirely narrowed down to the filth of your words and your slickness taking him in with ease. he desperately tried telling you how good you felt around him, his mouth parted, waiting for the words to come to him, but all that spilled out were the helpless moans of overwhelming pleasure.

“fuck— baby… please don’t stop.” he whispered, his voice a complete wreck underneath you. his grip on your waist suddenly tightened, his trembling fingers pressing into your damp skin with his eyes still fluttered shut.

you let out a breathless giggle at his words, somehow getting more turned on from how he looked under you, surrendering to you completely as you only pressed yourself down harder to fill yourself completely of him. “yeah? s’that feel good?”

he nodded eagerly as your words pulled another whimper from his swollen lips, his head tossed back against the pillows while you sunk down on him, your hand coming to grip his forearm on your waist. your words clearly had an immense effect on him, the intoxicating confidence spilling from your lips so naturally it nearly drove him to the edge of bliss.

“soo good mama… you— youre driving me crazy.” he whimpered, his composure slowly slipping away when he felt your walls clamping down on his length inside of you.

the only sound in the bedroom became the unmistakable rhythm of love, your skin smacking against each other, and the faint noise of rain thumping against the windowpane, heightening the intimacy of your soul tie.

“mhm? oh fuck— only you can fuck me like this.” you moaned, his core hitting every sweet spot of yours effortlessly. “you feel so good in me, mike… youre gonna make me cum.”

that’s what did it for michael.

it was like your words flipped a switch in him, his eyes fluttering open and his grip on your waist nearly bruising. his seed was threatening to spill inside of you, almost flooding your insides with his arousal before suddenly, without thinking twice, he lifted his hips up to meet your bounces.

you let out a soft gasp, the pressure hitting you like a tidal wave. your jaw went slack, his hips thrusting up into you with such weighted desire as a high-pitched moan tore straight from your chest, bouncing off the walls.

your hands shifted from his thighs to his glistening chest, placing your palms atop of his quickening heartbeat as you leaned forward, hovering over him now.

“michael! oh my god—” you moaned, his length hitting you so deep you could feel him in your stomach. the sensation was entirely overwhelming, his thrusts making you too weak to meet his hips any longer, letting him take control completely and surrendering to the rhythm.

every sound he tore out of you— a moan, a whimper, a whine— only made his thrusts more and more intentional, chasing after your pleasure more than his own even in the haze of unfiltered lust.

“keep talking to me baby… tell me how good this feels.” he coaxed, his voice soft and light against your ear. “please— tell me you love every second of this.”

you could barely form coherent words, his plea making the warmth in your stomach feel more intense, forgetting anything outside of the beautiful pressure in your gummy walls. you swallowed hard, desperately clinging to your composure before spilling out straight filth just like he wanted, your lips teasingly grazing his parted ones.

“mmm… you always know how to make me feel good baby,” you murmured, your words trailing off before crashing your lips against his, your tongue sliding inside like it belonged there. “i love this… oh fuck— i love you so much michael…”

michael groaned against your lips, his tongue tangling with yours as a trail of spit connected your mouths together when you pulled away, a final ‘pop’ of your lips making him flutter his eyes open to lock his gaze on you in the dark. the intimacy of this moment nearly broke him entirely, your vulnerable confession hitting him straight in the chest.

“fuck baby, i love you more… more than anything,” he whispered, his voice entirely breathless as he fucked you from underneath, driving into you with everything hes got. “it’s all for you, take it all mama.”

suddenly, without warning, his tip kissed right at your g-spot, perfectly finding your weak point and hitting every inch of pleasure, making you see legitimate stars. you arched your back, losing your composure completely and subtly collapsing onto his chest, using your arms on either side of his head to keep yourself up, afraid of crushing him. “oh right there! yes, yes baby… just like that,”

michael didnt dare change his angle of thrusts, realizing he was hitting every target of your ultimate weakness, making you bottom-out from above him. and he loved every second of this, not once faltering his dark, hungry gaze on you and your bodies connecting from between your hips, completely taking in your fucked-out expression and engraving it into his memory forever.

your moans grew higher-pitched now, falling with every thrust of his girth against your sweet spot. a heat quickly rushed your cheeks, becoming hyper aware of how loud you were becoming regardless being the only ones in the huge house of hayvenhurst. out of embarrassment, you buried your face in the crook of his neck, whimpers spilling from your lips against his skin as he continued that beautiful pace on your clit.

you couldn’t even think straight, your body completely taking in michael and making you forget about everything outside of this mattress. it was almost like something else took over you, his grinds spilling the words out of your throat without having any to little control, turning into a whole new version of yourself.

“youre doing so good for me, mikey…” you whined as sweet noises fell from your parted lips. you suddenly reached down between your bodies, your trembling fingers finding your clit and rubbing messy, circular motions against your bud. “cum for me baby… fill me up, i wanna feel all of you..”

michael’s eyes shot wide from the lustful scene of you touching yourself from above him, your expression engulfed in satisfaction as he gripped your waist tighter, pressing his fingers deeper into your damp skin.

the lustful sight of you pleasuring yourself with your eyebrows creased in pleasure, all while taking him from above was honestly enough to make him cum on the spot. without any time for restraint, his hips jerked helplessly into you, entirely losing control and burying himself to the brim, making you take every single drop of his warmth inside of you.

his head shot back against the pillow, fluttering his eyes shut so tight, tears formed at the very corners of his wing, streaming down so adorably and staining the pillow wet. his jaw fell in pleasure as sweet noises of pure submission slipped from his swollen, bruised lips with every last driving strokes he had inside of you as he rode out his high.

the second you felt him milking your core full of his seed, it didnt take long to make you spill as well, your head thrown back as you let yourself release with him still inside of you, painting his base entirely of both your fluids. you were a whimpering mess, your chest heaving with intense adrenaline before ultimately, collapsing onto his chest.

he held you so close, his arm instinctively reaching to wrap your waist protectively, while the other cradled the back of your head into his chest, letting you hear the frantic thump of his heart against your ear. your bare chests panted together, both of them heaving up and down, desperately grasping for air as it fell into a subtle rhythm of 2 heart beats atop of each other.

“sweetheart,” he breathed, his voice still wrecked but desperately keeping himself composed for you. he tried continuing his sentence, but when he heard you still panting hard and resting your forehead tiredly on his chin, subtle panic took over his expression. “hey, you okay, mama?”

you let out a soft chuckle, still breathless from the intense aftermath of your love-making. you slowly lifted your head off his chin and turned your softened gaze to his brown, doe blown eyes, the muscles in your eyebrows relaxing from the adorable view of him like this.

“mhm, yes baby, im okay.” you whispered, reaching your head up closer to give his lips an affectionate, slow gentle kiss, smoothly sliding your tongue in for a quick taste before pulling away slowly, your lips still grazing his softly. “im sorry i… i got a little carried away.”

you giggled nervously, your shy demeanor catching right back up to you as you remembered all the filth you said when you were caught up in the moment, your cheeks brightening into a light shade a blush. you turned your face away from him, an uncontrollable smile creeping onto your lips as you remembered every little detail of tonight.

michael giggled back just at the sound of your little laughs, his heart warming up with intense affection, finding your embarrassment the most adorable thing he’s ever seen. he reached his hand up and placed it onto your chin, shifting your face towards him to see every inch of expression on your crimsoned face.

“awh sweetheart,” he cooed, his thumb brushing softly on your lower lip as you looked down at him with your eyes still held heavy from the lasting effects of his sex. “don’t be sorry… i loved it, mama. i love when you talk to me like that.”

you paused, taking in his words before you gave his thumb a small kiss, your hand slowly reaching up his arm and taking his wrist, inching closer to his hand to interlock with yours.

you smiled sweetly at him, feeling an overwhelming sense of love towards the boy beneath you, your eyes sparkling under the moonlight glow in the bedroom. you leant down, pressing a peck on his cheek and traveling closer and closer to his flushed lips, savoring every moment of this night.

you kissed him slowly, both of your bodies immediately melting into each other as your tongues tangled with one another, his hand coming to stroke your hair and cradle your head to keep you from moving away.

then suddenly, a tilt of his hips made you gasp softly against his lips, completely forgetting he was still nestled deep into your core. you let out a hum of surprise in his mouth, the pressure feeling familiar and making you bottom out all over again.

“michael?” you whispered, although you were interrupted with another crash of his lips, not giving you the chance to finish your sentence as he lifted his hips again, setting a pace.

“shh, baby…” he purred, his voice soft and comforting in your ear. his pace was brutally slow, making you feel every single inch of his girth in your tight wetness. his hand stayed trapped in your interlocked grasp against the pillow as his free hand brushed some hair away from your face, desperate to see you while he built you down all over again.

“y’feel that? yeah? hows that, baby?”

a/n ੭ৎ : first, holy shit mike and reader are some freaks, but otw mike def has a praise kink LOL , second, my writing style is heavily inspired by @thetruemia and @kkgalerii <3! and third, HELLO SORRY I HAVENT BEEN POSTING bc i’ve been so busy w school coming butttt i cooked this up! i am also working on a bigger project so give me some time beauties! but this is currently my first fic up on tumblr so i hope you guys enjoyed!!! love youuuuu mwahhhh!!!

[888latte]

🍮🥄 ˚₊‧𝓡𝗘𝗔𝗟 𝗕𝗜𝗚.

❛ 𝒸ontains 𖦹 ׂ 𓈒 18+ sexual themes, husband mature era!michael, (m!receiving) wifesoft!dom female reader, michael is insecure about his vitiligo down there, Short fic & 𝓮xplicit talk ⊹ ࣪ ˖ ໒꒱

The black town car glided through the quiet streets of Los Angeles, tinted windows hiding the two of you from the world. Michael slouched in the backseat, shoulders heavy from another long day of meetings and rehearsals. His fingers traced idle patterns on his thigh, eyes half-closed, the faint glow of passing streetlights catching on his skin. You shifted closer, silk dress sliding up your legs as you leaned in. "Baby," you murmured, voice low and velvet smooth, "you've been working so hard. Let me take care of you."

His lips twitched into that shy smile you loved, but when your hand settled on his thigh, he tensed. "You don't have to—"

"I want to," you cut in, fingers sliding higher until you cupped the growing bulge beneath his slacks. Even through the fabric, you could feel the thick length of him, heavy and warm. "Mmm, there it is. My favorite part of coming home." Michael's breath hitched. He glanced toward the partition—closed, of course—but the old insecurity still flickered across his face. "It's... you know. The way it looks now."

You squeezed him gently through the material, feeling him twitch. "We've been married how many years, Michael? And you still think I care about a little color?" Your thumb rubbed slow circles over the head of his cock, pressing just enough to make him bite his lip. "I love this dick. Big, thick, perfect. Vitiligo and all." He flushed, that familiar mix of embarrassment and arousal coloring his cheeks. "You always say that..."

"Because it's true." You worked his zipper down with practiced ease, reaching inside to free him. His cock sprang out, long and heavy, the shaft a striking contrast of dark and light patches that you knew still made him self-conscious. You wrapped your fingers around the base, stroking once, twice, watching a bead of pre cum gather at the tip. "Look at you. So fucking gorgeous." Michael's head fell back against the seat, a soft groan escaping him. "Feels good..."

"Good, baby." You leaned down, breath ghosting over the head before your tongue flicked out to taste him. Salt and musk bloomed on your taste buds. You licked a slow stripe from base to tip, tracing the patches of lighter skin with deliberate affection. "Every inch of this is mine. And I love every inch." His hand found your hair, fingers threading through gently—not pushing, just holding. You took him into your mouth, lips stretching around that thick girth, tongue swirling as you sank lower. The weight of him on your tongue made your thighs press together. You bobbed your head, sucking with wet, obscene sounds that filled the quiet car.

"Oh shit," Michael whispered, hips twitching. "Your mouth... so warm. So good to me." You pulled off just long enough to murmur, "That's the point, baby," before swallowing him down again. Your hand worked what your mouth couldn't reach, twisting and stroking in rhythm. Spit slicked everything, dripping down his shaft onto your fingers. You hollowed your cheeks, sucking harder, and Michael’s thighs trembled beneath you.

"I’m close," he warned, voice cracking. "If you don’t want—"

You doubled down, taking him deeper until the head nudged the back of your throat. Your free hand cupped his balls, rolling them gently, and that was all it took. Michael came with a broken moan, thick pulses of cum flooding your mouth. You swallowed every drop, throat working around him, not pulling away until he softened slightly on your tongue.

When you finally sat up, wiping your lips with a satisfied smirk, Michael looked at you like you hung the moon. He tucked himself away with shaky hands, then pulled you into his side, pressing kisses to your temple. "I don’t deserve you," he murmured. "Not just for this. For everything. The way you see me... the way you love me. I’m the luckiest man alive."

You rested your head on his shoulder, fingers tracing lazy patterns over his chest. Outside, the city lights blurred past, but inside the car, it was just the two of you—quiet, content, and deeply in love.

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