šØšøš¾ ššøšæš® šš®š» ššŖš ā Michael Jackson x Black Reader
warnings: possessive/protective undertones, teasing, kissing, body worship references, shy reader, obsessive michael undertones, fluff overload
brief summary: late 80s/early 90s soft domestic Michael. Michael finally brings you to meet the Jackson family for the first time, and everybody immediately notices just how deeply in love with you he is.
āYou okay?ā
Michaelās voice was soft beside you, gentle enough to calm some of the nervousness twisting around in your stomach.
You nodded quickly even though you definitely were not okay.
Meeting the Jackson family?
That was terrifying.
Especially when you knew exactly how beautiful the women around Michael usually looked. Tiny waists. Model faces. Glamorous.
And then there was you.
Soft stomach. Thick thighs. Full chest. Hips that pressed against the passenger seat every time you shifted nervously.
But Michael looked at you like you were something sacred.
Actually looked at you.
Even now at the red light, he was staring again.
Not in a dirty way.
Just completely gone over you.
āWhat?ā you laughed nervously, smoothing your dress down over your thighs for the fifth time.
āNothinā,ā he mumbled shyly, smiling to himself.
He reached over immediately, fixing one of your curls where it had fallen into your face.
āYou look pretty.ā
Your cheeks warmed instantly.
āYou already told me that.ā
āI know,ā he said softly. āStill true.ā
Lord.
That man was dangerous.
By the time you pulled up to the house, your hands were sweating.
Michael noticed instantly.
He always noticed instantly.
āHey,ā he whispered, taking your hand before you could pull away. āTheyāre gonna love you.ā
āYou donāt know that.ā
āYes I do.ā
The confidence in his voice made you blink.
Michael smiled a little, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.
āBecause I love you.ā
That shut you up fast.
And the worst part?
He said it so naturally.
Like breathing.
Like it was obvious.
The second you walked inside, the house felt alive.
Voices overlapping. Music somewhere in the background. Somebody laughing loudly down the hallway.
Then suddenly all eyes landed on you.
Instinctively, you moved closer to Michael, and immediately his hand slid around your waist protectively.
āItās okay,ā he murmured quietly near your ear.
But he didnāt remove his hand.
Didnāt even loosen it.
If anything, his grip tightened slightly like he wanted everybody to know exactly who you belonged to.
āOh, she is pretty,ā a womanās voice said warmly.
You turned to see Katherine approaching with the sweetest smile youād ever seen.
And beside her was Janet Jackson, already grinning knowingly.
āYou must be the girl he never shuts up about,ā Janet teased.
Michael immediately got embarrassed.
āJanāā
āNo, seriously,ā Janet continued dramatically. āThis man calls everybody talking about āshe likes thisā and āshe said thatā and āsheās so sweet.ā I said oh brother, he in LOVE love.ā
You started laughing before you could stop yourself.
Michael looked horrified.
āWould yāall leave me alone?ā
āOh my God,ā Janet laughed. āLook at him blushing.ā
Katherine just smiled knowingly at you.
You expected judgment.
Maybe a little awkwardness.
Instead, Katherine gently took your hand.
āHoney, any girl that makes Michael smile this much is welcome here.ā
Your entire chest warmed.
And when you looked over at Michaelā
He was already staring at you again.
Softly.
Completely.
Like he couldnāt believe you were real.
The rest of the evening blurred into warmth.
Michael barely let you leave his side at first.
Every time somebody new spoke to you, his hand found your waist again.
Or your lower back.
Or your fingers.
Guiding you through rooms.
Pulling you gently beside him.
Checking constantly to make sure you were comfortable.
But slowly, little by little, you relaxed.
Especially once Katherine and Janet pulled you into the kitchen with them.
āOh, he loves you bad,ā Janet said immediately once Michael was out of earshot.
You nearly choked on your drink.
Katherine laughed softly.
āHe does look at you very sweetly.ā
āHe stares,ā Janet corrected. āLike all the time.ā
You laughed shyly, ducking your head.
āI catch him doing it too.ā
āMhm,ā Janet nodded dramatically. āYou got him gone.ā
And honestly?
Maybe you did.
Because from the living room, Michaelās voice suddenly floated into the kitchen.
āCan yāall stop talkinā about me?ā
Everybody started laughing.
Meanwhile in the living room, Michaelās brothers were making his life miserable.
āTook you long enough to bring her around,ā Jackie teased.
āShe fine too,ā Tito added immediately.
āREAL fine,ā Marlon laughed.
Michael rolled his eyes hard.
āMan, shut up.ā
āIām just saying,ā Jermaine grinned. āYou look sick.ā
āWhat?ā
āThe way you keep starinā at that girl. You down bad.ā
Michael tried not to smile.
Failed immediately.
Randy leaned back against the couch laughing.
āMike canāt even think straight around her.ā
āAnd can you even handle all that?ā Marlon added teasingly.
Michaelās ears turned red instantly.
āWould you guys stop that?ā
The room exploded with laughter.
But even through all the teasing, Michael couldnāt stop glancing toward the kitchen.
Toward you.
And every single time he heard your laughā
His whole face softened.
Jackie noticed immediately, shaking his head with a grin.
āOh yeah,ā he laughed quietly. āThatās his wife for sure.ā
Michael looked down for a second, trying to hide his smile before glancing back toward the kitchen again like he couldnāt help himself.
before he mumbled quietly,
āHope so.ā
Its here more to come probably today im in a craze
College AU! MicheƔl Jackson x Black! Thick reader
Warning: This contains smut, if that uncomfortable please scroll.
A.N: Listen.. that biopic opened something inside I'D NEVER SEEN BEFORE! I WANT THAT MAN BAD and I know deep deep down y'all know Micheal was fine. This is a collab with my good bestie @ringospuppy go follow her!
On crisp and cool morning, you wake up with the feeling of total excitement, today was the day you get to show off your talents! Your sophomore year was just getting started and what's better than sitting in your crappy dorm with only a few pieces of sandwich meat and stale bread left in the fridge? You dance!
Dance was the one thing that you keep in your luggage as you made the move from (State) to California, making a huge leap as the first woman in your family to even think about furthering her education. You had all the support you needed, and with a few scholarships in your pocket and some luck you made it to one of the top HBCUs. Your major was business management something that you know will give you a steady job after college.
But that's not all, you get to try out for your school's notorious dance team, it's been your dream since a child to become a dancer, practicing day in and day out on your twists and turn. You've gotten many bumps and bruises trying to make the perfect routine, and today you'll finally make it.
Getting out of your bed with glee you twirl to the bathroom, brushing your teeth and doing your simple skincare routine. Taking off your bonnet you comb/ brush through your hair and give yourself the best pep talk
"You got this y/n! Ain't no other girl can outdoing me. I got style, looks, and killer stamina there's absolutely no way you don't make it." And with a kiss to the mirror, you change into a patchwork maxi skirt and white tank with a green cardigan, packing clothes for tryouts, some black shorts that cup that ass and a white compression shirt. Grabbing your backpack, you lock the door and head to your classes. With a pep in your step, you glide through the day waiting for tryouts.
Walking to the rehearsal room, you go to one of the bathrooms to change you scout out the competition; some girls genuinely are stretching like it's the Olympics! Some are gathered in groups just talking; those are the ones you did not worry it but it the one small group in the front, the actual girls on the team. Placing your bag in corner, you move to nice lesser crowed area to start stretching; getting to the floor to stretch your legs your showoff your form, some girls look at you and is impressed, especially one of the girls on the team who are doing cuts, seeing her from the corner of your eye shaking her head in approval. You go girl!
The door opens to see a few more dance members and a man. Why would a man be here? He's dressed in mickey mouse shirt and sweats he walks over to the dancers and whispers some things to them, his voice wafts over to your ears and you turn to look, that sweet voice coming from a man like that? Completely unheard of. Your eyes met and he throws a tiny wave; you wave bac with that pretty smile and turn to one the girls who came to you.
It's a big clap and eyes turn to him, he walks to the center of the room. He strides were confident and smooth like rhythm came easily to him, like second nature.
" Alright everyone! My name is Michael and I'm the team's chorographer. Today we'll be learning a simple routine, this will be the ticket to you getting in or getting out." His eyes sharp look across the room to land on each one of us, although sounding sweet it sends a tiny shiver down my spine, learning routines takes time for you, I mean nobody can get a strike without making a few spares.
But, you're not worried, you've been dreaming of this for too long and it's time for you to take this leap of faith. With a puff of determination you stare ahead as he talks about standard tryout rules and regulations. You walk over to the captain to get your number and write you name down on the note board.
All the girls are separated into two groups of ten, your group B. You all are led out into a waiting room and a few of the older dancers go over old routines. Each dip and slide powers your ambition as you dance so light on your feet. It was only 10 minutes when the dancers said that in 5, we'll learn the routine practice it twice and go on our own.
Walking back into the room you see him taking tiny sips from a water bottle, Adam's apple bobbing it was a torture to tear your eyes away. Standing in the somewhat middle the rest of you wait for the moment to lock in, to do your thing to the 20th power.
Michael looks up and chuckles asking why we were so stiff and nervous, we all giggle a bit at his voice, but you just smile, looking around and tapping your upper thigh to calm your nerves. Soon Michael starts the song, walking to be front and center he turns his body telling us the vibe of the routine. He starts with a slide his feet tapping on the ground lightly as he moved through, the flow of his body to the music seems like he was one with the notes, each twist is in perfect motion. Your eyes twinkled as you gaze at him with admiration, it's not common to see men moving with such passion, it jaw dropping to see the way each person eyes are just on him, like he'll disappear if you look away.
When the music ends and he turns to us, telling us that the routine and wellbeing doing each part bit by bit. Everyone winces or looks nervous because for something that a was a few simple spins and turns was hard to perform. And without thinking your mouth as it always does, talks before your brain
" You gotta do that again I was memorized" eyes turn to you and you wince but it wasn't long before everyone else laughs or giggles in agreement, including Michael as he shakes his head
" I'm glad you enjoyed it, but guys we gotta pay attention if you wanna be on the team, right?" with a nod and a smile, he starts back the music, the two of you make eye contact his eyes trace over your body thank god you were wearing those shorts, the fabric dug into your thighs creating a fluffy look, your legs shaped by years of roller skating. But as quickly as he finished, he started back talking.
Working through each part was a breeze, the beginning has movements that you can memorize quickly, and the music made everything flow just as perfect, the main trouble was just the ending. You couldn't get the ending movement correct, and that was the major part! The part that gets you the standing ovation.
Each time you tried you just tripped or your feet didn't land right, you weren't the only girl struggling but looking at hoe easy Michael did it made you bubble with envy. It's no kept secret that he has dancing practically embedded into his body, each time he goes over it, he makes it flawless each time. But you won't give up! You came this far and you won't let this one set back ruin you.
MicheƔl gives everyone a break telling them after that we'll have 20 minutes to practice by ourselves. He walks over to the older members, and everyone scatters either going to the bathroom or practicing in corners and or groups. You grab your water bottle and walk out for some quiet, finding an empty dance room, you sit on the floor to collect yourself.
Deep and steady breathing flows through, you roll your neck and stand closing your eyes to feel the beat, tapping your feet you glide through the beginning, you hum the beat to keep tempo, you get close to the end and right where you, so you lose your footing and trip. Landing flat on your butt
" OW- shit" You curse in fading anger, you dust yourself over as your try to remember what you did wrong, each stride was complete, the turns were sharp, so why couldn't you get the last part!
" Your too stiff, that's why the turn not working"
Snapping your head you see him in the doorway, his eyes hold you there and you stiffen again, you didn't even hear him come in.
" Oh! um-yea probably. Just nervous most likely" You stumble over your words as you watch his eyes look over your body again, you cross your legs making your thighs puff together, Michael breathe hitches watching the smooth fat. He was coming to practice the routine himself but seeing you he was intrigued, your comment from earlier stayed on his mind. He never really focuses on the flirty comments made by the other girls, having a new admirers had Michael never entertained them. But it was something about the way you talked that had him hooked. He knows he can't pay too much attention to you; he is helping make the dance team and doing cuts and depending on how you dance in the final cut, today will probably be the last time he sees you.
He moves towards you to demonstrate the move; you look with a quirk brow again and a pout when he finally ends.
" Don't pout pretty girl, your face will get stuck like that" He looks towards you and gives you a sly smile, you almost let your jaw hang at the pet name but again, before you can even react his grabbing your wrist to move you to the center of the dance floor, his hands are soft and warm like he made sure you got the gentlest touch he could offer. He tells you start the routine over; with each turn he maneuvers your hips and waist. His hands firmly but smoothly push you into deeper form, telling you that the more you stiffen up, the harder it is to move to the music.
The two of you end the dance his arms still around you. Your breathing is heavy as you sweat, beads falling down your chest. With a smile you nod your head, happy that you finally got it done. Michael smiles seeing your mood brightens at the victory. He was going to speak when the door opens, one of the tryout girls tells them it your group's turn to audition. With a nod and pep in your step you turn to Michael to thank him. He nods and watches you walk out with a thought circling his mind, how to get a moment alone with you.
TWO DAY TIMESKIP
A crowd gathers around the school's bulletin board, filled with student actives and deadlines but on page sticks out, the results of who got in and who didn't. You stay in the back looking over shoulders and head to even see a glismp
"Excited huh" You hear a teasing voice from your right ear, turning slightly you see Michael again, gone is the plain dance clothes for he switches out a white tank for a black shirt and a varsity jacket. You smile and nod unable to speak, you look like a kid in a candy store when you see more people leave, some have smiles and shouts of joy left in the air while other had solemn looks of disappointment. You move closer and look through the list, at the 5th spot your name is listed. YOU MADE IT!
You gasp in shock and then let out a relived breath, turning to tell Michael you see he already smiling, something tells you he already knew.
" Took everything outta me not to tell you the moment I found out, congrats pretty girl!" He gives you a hug, it friendly enough to draw stares but intimate enough for your mind to wander, thinking about how if he was your man, would he just hug me? You shake your head at the thought and laugh.
" I'm glad you didn't! Oh, I'm so excited i could-cou I could flip!" Your smile and glee affects him as he wraps an around your shoulder.
Michael offers as a gift for making the team, a meal at this diner he goes too with his friends. You agree and the two of you walk to his car, the day of schoolwork forgotten. His is pretty nice when you look at it, he told you his brothers chipped in and got it for him when he graduated a year ago. As you drive the two of you chat about mindless things; the new movie that came out, who you think has the better album release, and dogging on the teachers that gives out obscene amount of work. The conversation flows easy like the two of you been friends for year Michael thinks, he feels at peace when he looks at you through the corner of his eyes, the winds are down so turn towards the wind, you look like an angel, an angel he could probably never have.
The two of you make it to what looks like a mom-and-pop diner, neon signs are everywhere and people fill the place, a sport game on the tv and the sound of fryers and a grill flow into your ears. Michael leads you to a booth in the back, music flows through a radio and you move your shoulders to the beat while looking over the menu, Michael watches you and hums the tune.
" So, whatcha recommend?"
" Definitely the milkshakes and the burgers, everything else wouldn't measure up"
"They do look nice.. what are you getting"
"I just told you girl" His laugh is just too much for you, it's so light and airy but holds so much weight, you roll your eyes and giggle before seeing your waiter, he looks younger than you and Michael. He looks at you first his eyes gazes over your face to your body, even while sitting everything sits nicely, he notices and Michael most surely noticed the waiter's stare. He looks to you for your order and you tell him with a soft voice
"You have just the prettiest voice ma'am" He tells you with a hazy look, you say thanks to be polite but you really don't pay attention to him, your attention is directed at Michael whose hands grip the menu tight, thinking Michael was worried for you, you reach your hand across the table, your fingers rub his knuckles and his eyes cut to you. They soften up and he lets out a sigh, the waiter now acknowledges him, Michael just orders a fry and a coke and the waiter just nods, he walks away not without giving you.
"Michael" His gaze moves to your face, a look of confusion covers your face "What's up? You look tense" that's because he is, Michael felt like he was losing something, something that'll break him if it even looked away from him. Michael only gives you a small smile, his voice small different from earlier.
"I'm fine pretty, just thought he was kinda of creep"
"You right like 'Your voice is so pretty' yea boo" you mock the waiter and make your voice deeper, it draws a laugh out of Mike, a hearty laugh because he almost snorted. The food arrives and y'all dig in, singing and talking about little things easing the tension from early.
You were close to being done when the waiter comes back, handing Mike the check and sliding you a napkin, you take it and he walks away with a wink which makes you scoff, opening it you see his name and number but you weren't the only one who sees this. Michael takes the napkin looks it over and rolls his eyes and balls it up
"You ready to go?" His tone is a bit snappy making you look at him with a quirked brow, you can understand being a bit mad he wouldn't take the hit but you didn't do anything.
"I am but let's not get out of character, please?" you look at Michaels eyes; he meets you back with full force. Placing a $20 he takes your hand and leads you out the diner with hurried steps, you make it outside to the car and he opens your door pushing you inside. He gets in the driver's seat and before he could pull off you take his hand, he doesn't look at you choosing to watch the waiter inside, you say his name, but he can't hear you too closed in his mind. You try again and get nothing; you move your hand to his cheek and turn his head towards you
"Michael?" something in your eyes makes him want to comfort you, your eyes show saddness but he can't understsnd why.
"What's wrong pretty?" He fully turns towards you, not wanting to actually acknowledge the problem, afraid it wouldn't go how he wanted.
"It's you Michael, your different now." You hold his hand looking down as you speak. The car goes silence at first, just the sound of other cars filling in sentences.
"I hated when he looked at you.. the way he felt like he could have you, that shit makes me mad for some reason" You look up and hold his gaze, you think about what to say and once again your mouth is quicker than your brain.
"If that's the case then change that" now it's Michael's turn to be surprised, you want to chuckle at the face he's making, like he can't believe that you would understand his hidden feelings. You adjust in your seat, looking away but Michael's hand turns your head closer towards him, your eyes move to his lips and to his eyes, which hold you.
"Tell me what you're thinking about, what can I change baby" It's not a question but a confession, you stammer and he lets a smirk go across his face
"Come on girl, you were bold enough to say I'm distracting you, bold enough to tell me to change our relation, what you wanna do?"
You pout at the teasing, and you close your eyes, telling him he's acting all high and mighty. Michael leans down to kiss you, shutting you up, your eyes fly open but then slowly close again at the feeling of his lips, slightly chapped but smooth he takes control over the kiss, each smack of the lips and sounds of spit he leans over you, by the time you pull away your panting, a thin line of spit trails out. Both of you stare at each other, finding no discomfort Michael pecks you again, you respond back just ad fevered
"Let me take you to my place, please baby" he pleads, his voice still soft but with a bit of huskiness. You nod but he stops you
"Words baby, you can speak"
"I want to go" you whine out, he gives you one more kiss his hand moving from your face to your thigh, your skirt fabric is soft he rubs it a bit before starting the car
"Gonna make sure your mines after today pretty, no one going to think about touching you" it's not any commentary, he is telling you and you clench your thigh, looking at the clench of his jaw, you giggle feeling all special.
Mike's apartment is cozy, albums and DVDs liter the floor, board games and textbooks set on a table, walking in it feels just like him warm. Coming from behind he wraps his arms around your midsection, giving you tiny kisses on your neck as you giggle. Turing around you kiss him again, you try to control this one tongue wrapping his but, he's quicker, he pushes your body to the wall and kiss you back harder, hand squeezing your waist. You moan at the feeling and try again but mike gives you a small slap on the thigh, you look up at him, his nice eyes are dark with lust, he gives you a look, like if you do anything again you'll regret it, and you believe he might have the balls to make you regret something.
"Tell me, have you done this before" cradling your face, you shake your head no and smiles.
"Neither I know how, but I'll go slow we can learn from each other" You feel like the most special girl in the world, from most of your friends regardless of if their a virgin or not, they said their man took them rough and like beast's. Most taken in car or in somebodies' closet, but this feels so much better. Michael leads you to his bedroom, and lays you on down, kneeling to take off your shoes. you take off your jacket and he grips your thigh, he gives you thigh a kiss, it tickles and feels nice so you giggle
"What's so funny girl" he cheeses, you just shrug and pull him up, you want to take his jacket off, but he does it for you, seeing those arms make your head spin. He presses you down giving you marks on your mark, soft moan fills the room, you try to squirm, but he keeps you still. He looks at you before doing anything
"Can I take this off baby?" he taps your shirt and you nod; he gives you that look again and you correct yourself
"Yes, mike you can, you can do anything I'll be fine" your sincerity has his heart beating faster, he groans and almost coves his face, he feels like a teenage boy again getting worked up over little things. You watch him and tilt your head; you just don't know the effect you have on him.
He slowly takes off your top and see the pink lacey bra, his finger touches the lace and he smiles, keeping in mind to buy you more in similar styles. He tries to unhook the bra but his hands hakes a bit, you help him and your breast falls, giving a slight jiggle, his eyes focus on the brown globes of flesh, he has half the mind to just go in and suffocate himself with them (no matter the size, he'll do it). His hand covers one as he leans down to kiss each breast a kiss, he takes a nipple into his mouth, and you surprise yourself at the moan that comes out
"M-Michael!" the feeling is overwhelming, you must be terribly sensitive Michael think but that makes him determined to make your louder, to pleasure you the way you deserve. The sound of moans supers him on twist and flicking your other nipple, soft sucking sounds flow to your ears as you try to hold your sounds. Michael notices and leans up to take you hand off your mouth
"Let me hear you, how I can help if you scared to let me know I'm doing good" He tilts his head, he knows your embarrassed but he can careless, he loves your sounds and only heard then for a few minutes, if he could he would record them keeping it on replay just to get through the day.
"Sorry baby, it just sounds so bad! Feels like im hooting" You joke but it is some truth, Michael just shakes his head, grabbing your hand he puts your palm over his buldge, you gasp at the size of it, even covered you see it more.. thicker than what your friends told yiu they would be
"If I'm like this over you hooting, I need you to start screaming for me, can you do thtat pretty girl?" You nod and he moves you over, sitting on the bed he moves you to his lap with ease, lifting up you skirt he sees the wet spolch of slick covering your oanties, he sucks ina breath at the sight. He touch the band but then withdraws
"Take'em off baby" he whispers low, your hands moves automtic slides the cloth down, he takes then from you and stuffs them in his pocket. Your were going to cmoment whe he roughly spreads your legs open
"Stay just like this baby okay, just nice and still" Michael hand travels to your wet cunt, slowly feeling all over the mound, his finger is lightly covered, and you moan softy at the touch, he coos in your telling you how good you are, and how sweet you smell. He spreads your lip and scoops some of your wetness with two fingers, taking them to his lips. You watch and moan aloud just at that, you head falling onto his chest
"Please do something, lease baby I need it" you whine trying to get some friction by grinding but his other arm grounds you. The fingers leave his mouth, and he looks do at you, a knowing smile on his face
"Tell me what you want, you know I'll give it too you pretty" he lightly circles your clit, giving you a phantom sense of pleasure
"Want you to touch me.. down there more, I-I want your fingers inside me" your voice is faint, the moment feeling so big for you, he moves more firmly collecting another moan, his teasing soon stops as he lightly fills you with his finger, you whine at the intrusion feeling stretched opened. He slowly adds another finger moving in and out smoothly.
"Feels good baby? You need more" You nod vigorously and move your hips to meet his fingers, he looks at your wet cunt and back to your face wanting to catch every moment, he doesn't even feel the small pain from his pants, even though he wants to do touch himself to you he can't move away from you. Michael feels you tightening and he moves a bit deeper inside, your wetness covering his knuckles
"So messy pretty, I know it feels so good, you're tightening up for me" he tries to remember what he overheard his brothers say, but everything fuzzy all he can think about is making you cum. He moves fasters adding three fingers when he feels tiny droplets of slick, looking down he sees a tiny stream leaking from your cunt, your eyes are closed but your moans are loud and whiney. Taking the hint, he moves deeper inside curling his fingers until you moan too loud
"Michael! W-wait I feel something" he touches a spongey spot and your legs snap closed but he's having none of it, he slaps your cunt and your legs open again, whines fills the air
"What I tell you baby? You gotta listen or we can stop"
'NO! Please no" your voice almost breaks at the thought of his body leaving, you open your even move and grind onto him, promising to be good. The state of your body leaves him breathless, he never thought he would enjoy seeing a woman crumble, but you changed his mind.
" I need pee stop really quick- Michael wha- what are doing" you pant as you feel him take out his fingers, he moves from behind you to lay in between your thigh, pressing your thick legs to your chest he wastes no time in tasting your sweet cunt
"Ngh! Michael! Ohh~"
"Mhm.." he moans in response, the flavors of your slick coat his mouth. Licking and slurping on your wet cunt you squirm and kick trying to get him off your sensitive clit, he doesn't budge though, sucking hard and then he adds his finger back in collecting a scream of pleasure, he's glad he doesn't have a roommate, feeling possessive over your moans and body he wouldn't dare let any other person see you like this, let alone even hear you two.
The urge comes again and you try to move back, when Micheal slaps you cunt again and it happens, a stream of your slick fly's into the air covering your thighs and Michael's chin, you're in shocked while he lets out a huge smile and laughs, he licks up and down your cunt trying to catch each and drop
"Michael no! That's dirty" you whine into the pillow, but he just shakes his head 'no' and sucks your clit again catching ore of your squirt when you let out a tiny stream again.
"Your never dirty baby, your just happy I got you there. You taste so good, and it all mine" he mumbles as he leans back down, you whine out a protest, but he doesn't listen he gives you one final kiss before getting up, pulling down his pants, the bulge is just as impressive without his jean, you watch his dick twitch and you let out a breathy sigh when he takes off his underwear. It was a nice borwn, not too long but thick enough to give you a strech, yiu cose your legs afarid when he hushes you with a kiss,
"Don't worry baby, I'm not doing everything yet, just need you to help me okay? Can you help me pretty girl" He asks you with a kiss pressed into your forehead, you nod grab his chin to give him a kiss, his face is warm and your lips re soft, swollen a bit from the kissing and biting.
"You're so beautiful Michael" you tell him all hazy, your eyes lidded as you kiss along his jaw, he stills for a moment this lets out a staggered breath, he gives you a shy smile
"It's all you my love, the prettiest girl I'd ever know" meeting in a passionate kiss he grinds onto your bare cunt, the feeling of your wet folds makes let out a high moan, you feel his tip snag on your clit, the feeling of this thickness makes you cry out. You want him to just go ahead and take you, but you also love how thoughtful he is, if he can wait you believe you can too but not without having a bit of fun of course.
With a surge of confidence, you grind onto him, you close your thighs around his waist, pressing his deeper into you, he was surprised for moment before letting out a dark chuckle. He moves with the same rhythm he has while dancing: hypnotizing. His hips meet your and the sounds of your slick gathering all flow into each other, your mouths cover one another and for a moment you both reach peak
"Baby I can't last longer" he lets out in between pants, you nod
"I can't either, baby I feel so good, your me weak Michael"
He groans again not being able to take your words, he begins to hump your cunt feeling his body get heavy with exhaustion, the grinding gets too much and you both are close, Michael picks up speed and you try to meet his pace, but he holds your hips down
"Don't move pretty, let me help you and just take it. Need you to cum for me again, ok? Let it all out"
You feel yourself coming again this time the stream isn't as big, it still covered his dick and your thighs but it doesn't completely soak you two
"F-fuck! I'm gonna cum, ngh!" He grunts; you pull him down for a final kiss before he covers your wet cunt in his seed. He lets out a loud moan into your mouth and smile, happy that you were able make him feel the same way.
Parting you both look at each other and laugh, the feeling is still, there but now it like a giddy feeling washes over you two. Michael gets up and tells you to wait, when he comes back, he has a warm towel and a water bottle
"Here, drink some you were pretty loud and I don't want your throat to get sore" you lightly smack his arm but take the bottle, nevertheless. he parts your thighs again and gently cleans you, praising your ability to keep up and to be so good.
"You, ok? Do you need anything" you think for a moment before scooching over, Michaeal outs the towel again in joins you in the bed, pulling you to his chest and warming his long arms around you, kissing your head and cooing at how cute you got. You whine when he teases you again, light touches and kisses decorate you two.
"So... what are we?" You look up to Michael who hands still, he looks don and gives you a squeeze
"I'm not letting you go Y/N, we take everything slow if you want but, I want people to know I'm yours, and your mines" His words evokes tears from you as you nod
"I'd like that but, I want to be with you now.. if that's alri-"
He cuts you off with another kiss and you fall deeper into love; you don't know where this relationship will go. But you have a feeling with Michael there, it's a sweet ride. And as the night goes on you two are closer than ever, bodies entwined and the moon casting a glow on you.
" I love you Y/N"
"I love you too Michael, now can I have my underwear back"
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The sun had recently set, and the moon had finally risen, thus casting a light hue in the semi-dark late evening. After eating at the local diner, the two of you ventured off to the forest to sit down, talk, and enjoy each other's company. Thus, Jasper and you had settled down in a pleasant grassy field, sitting on a blanket, and savoring the other's presence.
The minutes had turned into hours, and what was once a sunny, warm day had turned into a chilly, dim evening.Ā It had also become quite breezy. The wind had picked up more, once the sun had set, and your body shivered slightly to the sudden blow of air.Ā
āAre you alright, darlinā?ā Jasper asked, āYouāre probably cold, especially wearing those clothes.ā
Though you weren't that cold, Jasper was right. You felt the slight chill, especially wearing such light clothes. You were dressed in a cute gingham set, wearing capris that met at your knees, a matching shirt that passed right below your belly button, and a simple white knitted shrug. The outfit looked pretty on your plump figure, but it wasn't practical for the chilly weather.
āCāmere, Angel,ā he uttered softly, urging you sit sit on his lap. However, before you even had that chance to move, Jasper had effortlessly lifted your body into his lap. You were plotted on his lap, your thick thighs straddling both sides of his hips. Jasper's thumb subconsciously rubbing on your thigh, a habit of his that he rarely seemed to notice.
Ā In case the warm weather turned cold, Jasper brought a jacket with him, unfortunately, it remained in the car. Jasper didn't want to leave you alone, yet he didn't want you to freeze either. Knowing your rather stubborn personality, he didn't want to decide for you, so he asked you in a soft, gentle voice.Ā āI left my jacket in the car, I can go get it for youā¦that sounds good to you, darlinā?ā
āNo, I'm good," You respond stubbornly, both frustrated at the sudden weather change and not wishing for him to depart. "I'm not even that cold,"
āAngel, I can feel your body shiveringā, he noted, his lips quirking up slightly in amusement. āYou might not be shaking as hard as a leaf, but baby, I can feel that youāre cold.ā
The slight twitch of a smirk on Jasper's lips annoyed you. Whether it was the weather's spontaneous change, or the subconscious desire to challenge him, you had, without thinking, said something that caused the sweet, playful atmosphere to break.
āWarm me up then,ā you mumble.
There was a slight pause in Jasper's movement. His teasing gaze and slight smirk paused, as well as the thumb that caressed your thigh. A pacy tension had risen into the air, replacing the previous lighter mood.
That mutter of yours wasn't supposed to be heard. It was low, quiet, and was more of a quiet huff under your breath rather than an actual mumble. However, with Jasperās keen senses, he heard that faint mutter of yours, as loud as he could hear a gunshot.
āYou want me to warm you up?āĀ
His voice was almost as breathy as yours, however, there was an undertone of eagerness that wasnāt present in your own. The thumb that had previously rubbed on your thigh was replaced by his large hand that tightened a hold on your large, plush thigh. The other hand of his that previously layed lazily on the ground, fidgeting with the blanket underneath both of you, had moved to your waist. The hold was firm and anticipating.
A/N- yall there was supposed to be smut in this but it was getting to long i like a build up some times instead of jumping right into it and went a little far lemme know if yall would like the sumt part :)
And do you want to be tagged if I put it out
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Imani lay sprawled across her bed on her stomach, her bare legs kicking lazily in the air behind her. The soft pink satin nightdress she wore barely skimmed the tops of her thighs, riding higher every time she shifted against the comforter. Her bedroom smelled faintly like vanilla and coconut oil from the candle burning on her nightstand, the dim lamp casting a warm glow across the glossy magazine spread open in front of her.
But she wasnāt reading a single word.
She flipped through the pages mindlessly, eyes unfocused as the long cord of her landline wrapped around her fingers.
āBut you said you was coming over after I got off from school,ā she whined softly into the phone, her bottom lip pushing out into a pout. āThis my only free time this week, Rio.ā
On the other end, Rio sighed heavily. She could picture him rubbing his hand over his face like he always did whenever he was stressed.
āI know, mama,ā he said, his voice low and tired. āBut work got crazy. You understand that, right? Iāma come see you next time you free.ā
Imaniās face fell immediately.
āNo,ā she said quietly, sitting up straighter. āYou keep sayinā that, Rio. You said that the other time too.ā
The silence that followed made her chest tighten painfully.
Things between them had been different ever since she started medical school. At first, she told herself it was normal. They were growing up. Life got busy. Responsibilities changed.
But Rio used to make time for her.
No matter what.
Back in high school he would pull up outside her house at midnight just because she said she missed him. He used to wait outside her classes, bring her food, kiss her forehead like she was something precious. Like seeing her was the easiest decision in the world.
Now every conversation felt rushed. Every plan got canceled.
Every excuse sounded rehearsed.
āAm I not important enough?ā she asked before she could stop herself.
The second the words left her mouth, tears burned her eyes.
Rio cursed softly under his breath. āImaniāā
But she hung up before he could finish.
The loud click echoed through her room.
For a moment she just sat there staring at the receiver in her hand before her breathing hitched. Then the tears came all at once.
She buried her face into her palm.
āI must not be that important to him for real,ā she whispered shakily.
Her chest ached so badly it almost embarrassed her. She hated crying over anybody, especially a man, but Rio had rooted himself so deeply into her life that the thought of losing him felt suffocating.
Imani crawled backward until her back hit the headboard, pulling her knees to her chest. Tears slid silently down her cheeks as she rested her chin against her knees.
She missed him.
Not just hearing from him. Not just the quick calls or rushed check-ins.
She missed him.
His arms around her waist while she studied. His voice in her ear distracting her on purpose. The way heād pull her into his lap like he couldnāt stand having her too far away.
Now it felt like he was avoiding her.
On purpose.
Her jaw tightened at the thought.
The phone rang again almost immediately.
Imani rolled her eyes through her tears.
āUgh.ā
Only one person would be calling back this fast.
She wiped under her eyes with the back of her hand roughly, trying to pull herself together.
āToughen up, bitch. Fuck him,ā she muttered to herself, though another tear slipped down right after it.
She let out a humorless laugh.
At this rate she already knew she was about to cry herself into the best sleep of her life.
āYou better than this, Imani,ā she whispered, shaking her head as she tried to give herself a pep talk.
But the ache in her chest wouldnāt leave.
Instead of answering Rioās call, she grabbed her cellphone off the nightstand and dialed Brianna before she could change her mind. Because if she sat there thinking too long, sheād end up calling Rio back and apologizing for being upset.
And she refused to do that.
The phone clicked.
āHello?ā
āBri⦠Iām not crazy, right?ā Imani asked immediately, voice cracking.
Brianna snorted. āGirl, confused bad. Start from the beginning.ā
Imani pushed herself off the bed and started pacing her room, one hand dragging through her freshly silk-pressed hair.
āHe said he was cominā over today ācause I finally got free time, then canceled again. And I justā¦ā She swallowed hard. āI feel like he avoidinā me or somethinā.ā
She paced harder, wearing a path into the carpet.
āHe keep saying work, work, work. But why it feel like he donāt even wanna see me no more?ā
Brianna was quiet for a second before asking carefully, āWait⦠yāall still together?ā
Imani stopped pacing.
āā¦Yes?ā
Brianna sounded genuinely shocked. āGirl, the way you been cryinā these past two weeks I thought yāall broke up already. Especially with your brother and parents hatinā him.ā
Imani frowned instantly.
āOkay, but thatās not the point, Bri.ā
āMm-hm.ā
āThe point is I feel like heās doing this on purpose.ā Her voice cracked again. āWhy not just tell me straight up? Like, āHey, I donāt wanna be with you no more.ā Why keep dragging it out?ā
The thought alone made her stomach twist violently.
Rio saying he didnāt love her anymore would destroy her.
And she hated that he had that kind of power over her.
āBabe,ā Brianna said softly, āthat man does not hate you. He probably really is busyāā
āUgh!ā Imani groaned dramatically. āI did not call you to be on his side, Bri!ā
Brianna laughed.
āIām serious! Just tell me Iām right before I get some horrible wake-up call and he breaks up with me for real.ā Her voice dropped quieter. āAnd honestly? That would kill me.ā
She sat back down on the edge of the bed, exhaustion finally settling into her bones. Her fingers smoothed nervously over her silk press as fresh tears welled in her eyes again.
Imani closed her eyes tightly.
āAww, M no,ā Brianna said gently. āRio loves you. That man is crazy about you.ā
Then why did it feel like he was slipping away from her?
āOkay, not the advice I need right now butāā
Imani stopped mid-sentence at the sharp tap against her bay window.
Her brows furrowed.
Another tap sounded louder this time, like a pebble bouncing against the glass.
āWhat the hell?ā she muttered, instantly getting to her feet.
Her bedroom lights flicked on as she hurried toward the window, her heart jumping nervously in her chest. For a split second she thought maybe it was her brother trying to scare her again.
Then another tiny rock hit the glass.
Imani pulled apart the pink polka-dot curtains with a frown, peering down the side of the house.
And froze.
āRio?ā she whispered to herself.
Down below, dressed head to toe in black like always, Rio looked up at her from beside the flower bushes. The porchlight caught the sharp lines of his face and the fresh ink covering more of his arms than she remembered. Black shirt. Loose black jeans. Boots.
He looked tired.
But he was there.
The sight alone made her stomach flip traitorously.
Rio lifted his head slightly. āHey, mama,ā he stage-whispered loudly. āKeep the window open. Iāma come up.ā
Imani rolled her eyes instantly despite the warmth spreading through her chest.
āAre you crazy?ā she whisper-yelled back. āI donāt wanna see you anymore, Rio. I thought work was takinā up all your time.ā
She was lying terribly.
Her heart was practically doing gymnastics at the sight of him standing outside her house like some reckless teenage boy.
Rio sucked his teeth.
āMmcht, keep the window open Imani.ā
Before she could argue again, he grabbed onto the wooden trellis attached to the side of the house, the thick vines twisting around it creating the perfect ladder.
Imaniās eyes widened.
āOh my God,ā she hissed. āPlease donāt fall. And if you do, Iām not helpinā you.ā
Rio smirked up at her before continuing to climb.
Trying to ignore how stupidly happy she suddenly felt, Imani walked back toward her bed and picked her phone back up.
āAs I was saying before I was interrupted,ā she said dramatically, āthank you for telling me that. And his ass is in fact insane.ā
Brianna burst out laughing on the other end.
āYou gonā be alright,ā Brianna teased. āBye, love you.ā
āLove yoāā
The phone disappeared from Imaniās hand so fast she gasped.
She turned around sharply looking up.
Rio stood over her beside the bed, slightly out of breath from climbing through the window. His large frame practically blocked the light above her as he looked down at the phone in his hand.
āWho is this?ā he asked into the receiver.
Imani stared up at him through her lashes for a second before she could stop herself.
God.
He looked unfairly good hovering over her like that.
Black shirt stretched across his chest. Loose black jeans hanging low on his hips. Boots still on. Fresh tattoos inked across his hands and creeping up the sides of his neck.
āWell she love you too, Brianna. Bye.ā
He hung up before Brianna could answer and tossed the phone carelessly onto the bed beside her.
His hand slid down, gripping her thigh gently as he dragged her closer to him
Imani slapped his hand away immediately āDonāt touch me,ā
āThis my shit, come here.ā
Before Imani could move away, both of Rioās hands slid beneath her thighs, lifting her effortlessly off the bed.
āRioāā
She barely got his name out before he pulled her against him, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he turned and sat down on the edge of her bed with her in his lap.
Imani immediately pushed at his chest.
āIām serious,ā she snapped.
One of his hands had already slipped under the hem of her nightdress, gripping the soft flesh of her ass possessively like he belonged there.
āIf you came over here just to get your dick wet, you can go,ā she said sharply, pointing a finger in his face while trying to pry his hands off her so she could stand.
Rio stared at her for a second like sheād genuinely offended him.
āWhat?ā he asked, almost amused. āMani, I came over here to see you, baby. How you pushing me off?ā
Imani purposely looked everywhere except at him.
At the tattoos on his neck.
At the chain around his throat.
At the strong hands still holding onto her thighs like he had no intention of letting her go anytime soon.
Anywhere but his eyes.
Because if she looked at him too long, she was gonna fold.
āIām pushing you off because you keep lying to me,ā she muttered, voice tight.
Rioās expression faded slightly.
āAnd all it took was me crying for you to finally come over,ā she continued, trying to keep her composure together. āLike⦠that really hurts my feelings, Rio.ā
Her voice cracked halfway through the sentence.
Embarrassed immediately, Imani turned her face away and wiped quickly under her eyes before the tears could fully fall.
But Rio noticed.
Of course he did.
His grip on her thighs loosened instantly.
āHey,ā he said quieter now.
Imani shook her head.
āNo, because I feel stupid.ā She laughed shakily, avoiding his gaze. āIāmā here waiting around for you and you keep making me feel like Iām askingā for too much just because I wanna see my man.ā
āYou not asking for too much.ā
āYes I am,ā she snapped emotionally. āCause if I wasnāt, you would actually make time for me.ā
Silence filled the room.
The only sound was her uneven breathing and the faint noise from the TV downstairs.
Rio looked at her for a long moment before reaching up carefully, brushing his thumb underneath her eye.
āIām sorry, baby,ā Rio said quietly, his voice softer than it had been all night. āIāll make time for you. Iām serious.ā
Imani sniffled, eyes glossy as she stared down at the chain resting against his chest instead of looking at him directly.
āAny time you call, Iāma come over,ā he continued. āAny time you wanna go somewhere, Iāll come. Stop cryinā, mama.ā
His hand slid up gently, fingers curling around her chin as he turned her face back toward him.
Imaniās lashes fluttered.
āDonāt say that if you know you canāt, Rio,ā she whispered thickly, fresh emotion creeping into her voice.
Rio shook his head immediately.
āNah, Iām serious.ā His thumb brushed beneath her eye again, wiping away another tear before it could fall. āAnd if I flake out or some shit again⦠you can be done with me.ā
Meanwhile he already knew there was no universe where heād actually leave Imani alone.
Not after all these years.
Not when she looked at him like that.
āEw,ā Imani said instantly, finally smiling a little through her tears. āDonāt say that.ā
Rio smirked faintly at the sight of her softening.
āThere she go,ā he murmured.
He wiped the rest of her tears carefully while she wrapped her arms around his neck, settling closer against him without even realizing it.
Rio raised an eyebrow. āWhat happened? Thought you was done with me.ā
Imani rolled her eyes dramatically before leaning down and pressing a quick kiss against his lips.
āI was playing,ā she mumbled against his mouth.
Rio huffed out a laugh, one hand rubbing slowly up her thigh beneath the satin fabric.
āYeah, aight,ā he teased softly. āYou was cryinā real hard for somebody done with me.ā
āShut up,ā she muttered, hiding her face against his shoulder while he grinned.
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sex tape, squirting fixation, oral fixation, unprotected sex, oral (giving & receiving), college au implied, thick POC reader, cum eating, fingering, praising, fuck boy hyuck implied (bitches on bitches), hyuck and reader are a lil desperate
you gulped at the pornographic-like scene your best friend balls deep into a random girl who let out broken squeals and moans to every harsh thrust he did on her, the manhandling grunts and harsh smacks echoed through the speakers as he let out breathy groans and incoherent praises of 'good girl' or 'such a tight fucking pussy'.
you both ended up in this predicament due to you. doubting his infamous sex skills and if the girls on campus were exaggerating about how good the sex was with hyuck. to say he wasn't offended by it would be a lie, taking it straight to his ego he was too prideful about his sexual life that he had to- no he was willing to prove you wrong and show you what you were missing out on.
"if you wanna fuck just say that, not gonna lie i had a few fantasies about you.."
"thanks but no thanks."
"then how will i prove to you that i don't disappoint in bed? are you gonna watch me or something, because i'm into t-"
you rolled your eyes in disgust flipping through one of the many magazines piled up on your nightstand, nonchalantly and dramatically tossing the paper at every flip and scanning through pages to zone out on whatever hyuck was going on about, until you landed on a certain page; 100 Reasons Why You Should Make A Sex Tape your mind lit up like a lightbulb. "record it."
you shrugged looking at the boy who laid across your bed, playing with the ends of your blanket and scrolling through his phone. his eyes met yours with a full smile making him giggle at your request, it wouldn't be the first time he's ever done it but
anything to prove to you why he's the school's labeled 'sex god', this was a big deal to him now. "wouldn't it just be hotter if you joined?" he teased whilst wiggling his brows puckering his lips towards you making you annoyed and questioning why the two of you were even friends-the number of times you rolled your eyes, you swore they could fall out any moment now.
"donghyuck shu-"
"okay okay, i'll do it.. but we watch it together, i wanna see your face when i prove you wrong."
"okay deal."
"maybe you can give me a treat after.. since you hurt my feelings.." he pouted making you throw a pillow at his face with force, knocking the male off your bed and earning laughter from your end at the scene you caused.
it was towards the end of the video, the view of the girl's ass coming in view of the camera as his slender fingers ran down her cheek, giving it another hard slap decorating her skin in a deep red watching it jiggle with her squealing. your focus was given to the video playing intensely, jolting slightly as his hand would impact on her ass ringing through the speakers of his laptopā she was whining at the sensitivity as she arched her back to push her ass closer to hyuck, earning a chuckle before smacking it one last time with a louder moan escaping her.
you felt your palms become sweaty and your heart race as he shifted to place the camera down to get a view of the scene facing towards the both of them, completely distressed. you were already on edge since the beginning and since it's already been a week since you and hyuck had this conversation you genuinely forgot about the whole deal, now spending your thursday night watching your friend fuck some girl's brain out seeing how big his āpraised dickā was.. you were going mad trying to look unfazed by everything you've seen tonight, never in a million years did you think you'd see your friend's sex tape by your simple request that you half joked about- you swore you were sweating buckets.
he smirked at the camera making his way back to the girl who was still positioned on the bed, flipping her over on her back and dragging her down lower to have her pussy become face to-face with himā biting his lip as he stared at her glistening cunt, eager enough to part his mouth to stick his tongue out.
"she was so fucking wet.."
hyuck taunted into your ear as you stared at the scene of him eating the girl out, her back arching and her chest heaving as her hands reached to squeeze her boobs for support. he looked over to you as he was taking in your body language, smirking as he watch your hands slowly balling up against your exposed thighs that trembled slightly. he couldn't help his perverted thinking, could you be wet? turned on? wondering what it would feel like to have him do this to you?
"f-fuck!" the lewd moaning and sounds of sucking snapped hyuck from his thoughts regaining his composure and clearing his throat he proceed with watching alongside you, mentally praising himself at how good he was doing and mostly how good he looked while doing it a cocky gemini.
"gonna cum for me?"
your eyes boring into the laptop feeling as if you were watching a show, catching yourself from interacting with the screen.. but something about his words made your stomach twist and cheeks to flush as if he was speaking directly to you; after seeing the male in a new light you felt dizzy almost immediately.
"gonna cum so hard around my fingers.."
he groaned as his fingers slipped in and out of her at ease watching how his arm moved back and forth picking up speed and making her tremble with profanities slipping out of her. "s-shit haechan!"
"i'm gonna go get some water.."
"wait you're gonna miss the best part!"
he dragged you back down to your seat as his pumping increased with her body shaking uncontrollably, thrashing around he held her down with his free arm to keep her from pushing away from him the anticipation growing inside of you as hyuck kept his arm linked with yours with his childlike smile plastered on his face. "watch this."
he whispered as her body went still and muscles flexed, her moans falling silent with the sounds of hyuck fingering her intensely, the lewd noises making you clench your thighs together before the loud sound of liquid squirting out of the girl could be heard. screams of pleasure and pleads for hyuck not to stop in her shaky state with the male on the ther hand assisting her high; liquid gushing out of her. all over him.
"y-you make them all do that?" you muttered somewhat fascinated by the fact that
he could have them squirt faucets, drenching the bed below them, drenching his upper body you just knew it felt amazing. "yeah, you'd be surprised how many of them say they've never squirted or even think they could ever squirt.." he laughed as the video finally came to an end, you stared at the laptop and the video's thumbnail as hyuck let out a sigh reaching to close the laptop and push it to the side.
"so? what do you think? i own up to my label huh?"
he smirked as you both looked at each other, deciding to tease the male even further you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of it yet. "eh, i've seen better.." you shrugged standing up to walk away from your bed before getting dragged down to hyucks level in a blink of an eye- he wasn't pleased and by the looks of it, he looked pissed by your choice of words.. irritated even. showing off some of his best work in a 10-minute video just to get an "i've seen better" in response, he was fuming.
"yeah? you've seen better?" he scoffed making your cheeks flustered realizing how he had you straddling his lap, your bodies dangerously close together, skirt riding up your thighs exposing more and more of your skin. "your bluffing.. no one's better than me" he taunted taking in your tense features, how rosy your cheeks became and how intimated you looked at the male your throat wanting to slip a whimper out in defeat so badly fuck you lee donghyuck. "why so shy baby?"
he snickered as you gulped, seeing with your own eyes what the man was capable of your mind flooded with ideas and you can tell he was thinking the same the male who treated you like his prey, ready to devour.
"listen ____.. i don't know how you feel but to keep it real with you... i really, really wanna fuck you right now."
he was blunt with his words almost too casual with how he came across. his words sliding off of his tongue at ease as he brushed your stray hairs away from your face, the other hand placed on your hip to keep you in place. you'd be lying if you told him you weren't down to fuck, the video images playing through your head over and over again you could feel yourself growing wet by the lewd noises staining your hearing like permanent ink.
"if you don't want to it's okay i'm so-"
"can you do what you did to that girl.. to me?"
you whispered making him smile in satisfaction, moving his hand lower to squeeze your ass with you slipping a soft moan at the tight engulfing on your ass. "of course i can." he said in a 'duh' like tone making you punch his arm playfully as the two of you shared a giggle.
you feeling bold enough to cup his cheeks and connect your lips- though it wasn't the first time you two kissed, it had been a while. you asked him a few years ago how to properly make out with someone since he was the more experienced out of anyone you knew in your sophomore year, he taught you how to french kiss using a lot of tongue hoping you'd enjoy it so much you'd keep asking for more- you did but around that time you ended up landing your first relationship and shared your new knowledge with another male constantly before you broke up and that made hyuck furious, even though he had taught you, you went and gave another man besides him the honors of kissing you every day.
you two grew up and hyuck still held onto that grudge, wondering if you still do what he had taught you.. and by the looks of it, you do. he always imagined what it would be like kissing you now that the two of you are more mature with more experience; kissing him felt normal and comfortable. it had to be one of your favorite things about him that he was a terrific kisser still using tongue, swirling them around making the scene so dirty- you missed this and you always remembered how he was on your top 3 for favorite kissers list, maybe that 'favorite" will change tonight. he guided your body onto him, grinding down crotch to crotch, slipping grunts and groans at the friction. slipping his tongue in your wet cavern you let out choked moans gripping the back of his hair.
he snaked his hand under your skirt feeling nothing but your flimsy underwear, he pushed your skirt up to lay above your hips as he fondled your ass cheeks, squeezing and slapping them forcefully.
"hyuck..ā only you get to call him by this, only you made it seem so fucking hot.
"get on your knees baby.." he mumbled on your lips making you obey instantly sliding off his body with a wet patch coating his
light-washed jeans, he snickered at the sight making your cheeks flush even darker in embarrassment. "don't be embarrassed baby, so fucking wet.. all for me.." he bit his lip, caressing your cheek making you feel small below him. "plus they're coming off anyways." he reached for your hands bringing them up to his belt to undo it for him, leaving you to get the hint he watched as your shaky hands undid the buckle revealing his jean button that you unbuttoned quickly along with unzipping his zipper. he assisted in pulling his pants and boxers down revealing his rock hard dick, tip semi wet as he twitched to produce more precum.
"don't you think you should make me feel better after hurting my feelings, princess?" you nodded vigorously as he chuckled at your eagerness. "good girl, suck my dick baby."
not needing to be told twice your hand reached to grab the base of his cock, sliding your tongue around the tip to taste the saltiness of him earning a groan from the korean. you licked up the base to the tip before collecting your saliva in your mouth to spit on it for a better glide. whilst pumping you placed him back in your mouth, licking between his slit and around his sensitive tip before trying your hardest to deep-throat him. fondling his balls, his breathy outtakes and groaning filling in the atmosphere reaching to place his hand over your head gently as his fingers laced through your locks following your motions.
throat clenching around his stiffened cock as you gagged and choked around him with saliva dripping down to your chin your eyes clouding with tears, loving the taste of him on your tongue, and the stretch in your throat going straight to your pooling core. clenching around nothing and soaking your panties, pussy aching to be touched or for any sort of friction. pumping what you couldn't fit in your mouth your other hand reaching down to circle your clit to reduce the aching, moaning around his shaft, and feeling his thighs flex seconds at a time.
"f-fuck baby just like that.." he whimpered using force to guide your head up and down his cock, gagging and moaning pathetically.
"ah fuck let go.."
you did as told as he pumped his dick vigorously directly in your face, keeping your face in place with his free hand panting and whimpering as he felt himself growing closer and closer to his well-awaited orgasm.
"fuck gonna cum.." he whined taking the hint you opened your mouth letting your tongue fall out to (try) and catch as much as you can of what was about to come out of the boy. "fuck so hot.. so h-hot.." he hissed as the white ropes of cum splattered on your face, flinching backward slightly as the warm semen dripped down your nose and chin to your neck and shirt. panting like he ran a mile pumping himself steadily and milking himself dry, you swallowed whatever shot in your mouth licking your lips and corners of your lips making him groan.
"a slut for cum huh?"
"just yours.."
your voice was hoarse due to the previous activities, coated in saliva, cum and tears- makeup ruined along with your shirt he couldn't help but bite his lip at your fucked out persona. "you're so hot.." he let out a dry chuckle resulting in you blushing. "take this off yeah?" he referred to your drenched shirt making you look down at it before looking up at him with a smirk. "take it off for me." he scoffed at your response, patting his thighs to signal you to sit on them which of course you did. crawling up his legs like a cat desperate for attention, eyes locked together with your face painted with cum as if he owned you; in this case, it felt like he did.
"lift your arms baby.." gripping on the ends of your baby tee, he lifted it above your head letting your exposed breast hang out; he knew how much you were against bras due to how much the wires bugged you leaving you to feel uncomfortable so it wasn't a shock... though he has seen your boobs plenty of times, he still can't get enough of them.
"wanna fuck you so bad.." he whined lifting your skirt and repeating the same actions from beforeā skirt resting around your waist hand squeezing your ass. his free hand groping your tit as he began to suck on your neck, a mission to mark you up for the world to see that he had finally got you maybe even wants to keep you.
"hyuck.." and again
you whined like a child grinding down on his thigh.
"please.. i need you.." you whimpered as you circled your crotch around his thigh, didn't do as much justice as you wished but you were hoping he wouldn't leave you hanging for too long; thank god he didn't. "ride me, and after this i'll take such good care of you.." he mumbled into your neck. "treat you like a princess.. my princess.." he groaned as he reached to pull your underwear to the side, welcomed by your wetness he couldn't wait to make a mess out of you. "so wet.. i made you this wet? and you kept saying you didn't wanna fuck me.." and yet he still had time to make jokes, typical hyuck. "s-shut up."
you gasped feeling his fingers circle your swollen bud, jolting at the feeling that shot through your body like a firework-it felt amazing. the smirk on his face as he watched you gasp and bite your lip aggressively circling your clit slowly.
"c'mon baby, ride me." he taunted with a smile making you whine, trying your hardest to reach for his now harden dick to line him up with your drenched hole. he teased you further as he sped up his motions making you tense up and fall forward onto the male who had the audacity to chuckle at your reaction. "so mean.."
you whined into his chest as your chest heaved, regaining all the strength you had left in you to sit down on his dick. slowly inserting him into you, the unfamiliar stretch making your grip tighten against his shirt with your face making a slightly uncomfortable expression going noticed by the male. "i'm sorry i should'veā fuck, i should've prepped you.." you shook your head in all honesty loving the stretch of him; feeling him glide down your walls with the help of your essence making it easier for the both of you.
"touch me hyuck.." you whimpered breathlessly, fuck you were gonna be the death of him. sliding down lower as you found yourself taking him all in. he didn't hesitate to circle your clit again as you moaned towards the ceiling, eyes shut tightly as you began to move at a comfortable pace before gaining enough strength to speed up the motion.
the lewd squelching noises on top of the throaty yet high-pitched moans coming from hyuck and the incoherent blabbering and hisses coming from you; at this moment it felt like angels were singing above you, clouds parting ways to shine a light down on the two of you, serenading soft beautiful tunes- sex with hyuck felt like heaven. "don't stop.."
you cried placing your arms on the back of you to rest on his knees for more support. he enjoyed this new feeling of being inside you, almost something he could've never imagined- his fantasies proving him dead wrong, they couldn't have topped how good you've been making him feel.. he swore he could get used to this. "g-gonna c-cum!"
"cum on my cock baby, make a mess on me..
wanna feel you cum on me.." he panted with his climax being close behind, falling into pure bliss of the delicious feeling you both couldn't pull it together.
everything was more than what you could ever imagine it being. shaking and thighs trembling your mind clearing of any thoughts as the sounds of angelic music filled your soul, growing louder and louder as you released all over his cock. a loud moan escaping you as you panted heavily, his cum painting your inner walls making you hum in satisfaction as you bounced mid-pace to ride out your highs before coming to a genuine halt.
"full.." you whispered as he sheepishly smiled at you. "gonna take good care of you like i promised princess.. gonna take it all like the good girl you are?ā
he whispered back eyeing your lips before looking up into your mascara-stained eyes, looking so pretty after you cry. "y-yes hyuckie." you nodded as he placed a chaste kiss on your lips before flipping the two of you over, pulling out of you slowly which made you whine at the emptiness. "m'make you feel so good princess i promise.." "i know hyuckie.." you giggled as he gently began undressing your now bare bottom, your glistening cunt painted with his cum drove him through the roof- taking a mental picture of your perfect pussy with his essence for those late nights.
"fuck.. such a cute little cunt.."
kissing and nibbling on your inner sensitive thighs making them tremble slightly as he reached lower and lower to now only to be faced with your core. he licked his lips as he locked eyes with you before licking a long stripe from your hole to your clit. jolting in sensitivity he decided to take your engorged clit head-on. thrashing around slightly as the images from the video earlier started to cloud your mind, subconsciously mimicking the girl by grabbing onto your boobs for support and arching forward to chase for more of that incredible feeling.
"taste so good princess.." he groaned into your pussy, using his two fingers to push your pussy lips aside for more access to your clit. "h-hyuck!"
your throaty grunts coming out louder than expected, your freehand reaching to place on the top of his head; tugging at his scalp making him groan. he subsided the spread of his two fingers to now inserting them inside of you at ease. you sunk into the pleasurable movements he made on you, already feeling the familiar knot in your stomach arising and ready to explode in you.
"p-please please please.." you cried feeling your orgasm rushing through you quickly, grinding down on his tongue as he scissored you open at such a quick pace, reaching places you couldn't, curling them at just the right degree and hitting all the right spotsā maybe he does hold his precious little title after all.
"cum baby, lemme taste you.." his simple words had you falling into a pit of pleasure, cumming harder than you ever had before making your stomach and thighs tense before turning into a sensitive shaking mess. "f-fuck!" you cried with both hands now gripping on your bedsheets for your dear life as he worked your pussy like magic. clenching your thighs around his head as he never came to a halt, fingers pumping in and out of you with his tongue licking at your clit at a brief movement.
"hyuck hyuck hyuck.." fuck fuck fuck
you spoke his name like a mantra, feeling your stomach twist and body jolting with electricity as if someone had put a defibrillator on you. "so good princess.. so good." and unfamiliar feeling erupted in you, the same feeling you had got when you would accidentally overstimulate yourself before you would stop due to the overwhelming feelingā it felt like an all-time high as he worked you up faster, pumping into you harder and deeper with his a-1 tongue game circling your bud beautifully.
"o-oh my god.."
you gasped letting whatever was pushing to come out of you out; ears ringing and eyes shut tight you couldn't hear how loud you were let alone the gushing sounds of your juices squirting out of you. hyuck continued his work until he knew you were fully satisfied; you felt numb and completely worn out, squirting as much as you could let you out before pushing hyuck away to signify you were truly done with his work.
"well.. now you can't tell me i'm not the school's sex god.."
he wiped his drenched face off with the ends of his shirt before completely taking it off and tossing it to the side with the pile of your scattered clothes. you lazily opened your eyes as he flopped down next to you, giggling as he pulled you into his embrace. "maybe you should prove it to me at least one more time.."
Order of Sephy-influenced Cloud x Curvy Fem!Reader coming up! Features Sephiroth/Reader.
Content Warning: Some physical/emotional abuse. Slight noncon. Yandere Cloud.
Just when you weren't having enough fun at this amusement park, some fiends and manikins of your friends attacked your group just when you five were leaving the haunted mansion. Terra, Iris, Yuna, and Tifa engaged in battles with their individual manikins, while you were fending off the skeletal fiends that accompanied them. It didn't surprise you that there was no manikin of yours in sight.
How can there be one anyways? If what Aerith and Firion said to you earlier was true, then it's likely that Sephiroth held your lost memories, and he won't relinquish them anytime soon. You're not even sure you want them back at this point. Something tells you it's just more pain waiting to be unearthed.
The battle between your group and the manikins grew more intense, as the skeletal fiends that accompanied them grew in numbers and strength.
"How do they keep coming back!?" Iris said.
"We can't fight this anymore. We need to flee!" Tifa shouted. However, you weren't ready to give up just yet. You used your staff to impale an approaching fiend at your side and fired off a Thundaga spell at another, trying to swoop down at you from the dying willow tree above. Your friends were yelling for you to start retreating, but it all became white noise by the second. You wanted to kill every single one of these pests for interrupting YOUR night. Too many times you had to run away. Now, it's time for them to run.
You barely registered an exhausted grunt from Terra nearby. Just as a manikin was about to strike her down for good, Cloud swooped in and swiftly beheaded it (nearly hitting Terra herself) with his Buster Sword. He did the same to the other manikins and fiends. Surprised by his sudden arrival, you couldn't help but feel a mix of admiration and horror at his ruthless efficiency. With each strike, you caught a glimpse of his eyes, as if he was gauging your reaction in particular.
After finishing his massacre, he glanced over his shoulder, his eyes fully fixating on you. It was a relief to have some backup, but you never expected Cloud to be so brutal and invigorating... You were so caught up with his newfound ferocity; you failed to notice a lurking skeletal fiend behind you, ready to strike. Maybe it was just your imagination, but it seemed as if Cloud mouthed something to you before swiftly pulling you back and gripping your waist. In a single, graceful movement, he cut the creature in half, reducing it into a pile of bones.
"Are you okay, darling?" he whispered, his hand moving from your waist to your hip. He was so close to you that his warm breath brushed against your lips. There was an undeniable allure about Cloud, awakening your carnal instincts. Without thinking, you moved closer to him just as Iris coughed loudly to catch everyone's attention. Promptly, he glared at her and his hand hesitantly left your hip.
"Cloud, you almost hurt Terra!" Tifa said, running up to you two. Yuna rushed to Terra's aid, helping her up and accessing for injuries.
"She shouldn't be in the way then," he bluntly said, turning away from her and everyone else. "Let's go," he ordered. The five of you hesitantly followed him, unsure of what was happening.
As he led the group, Cloud matched his pace with yours. He doesnāt speak, but his gaze kept flickering to you, his head tilting slightly each time, as if heās studying you, searching for something?
When the six of you reached the theater, you excused yourself to the restroom, seeking some time to relax. Maybe you were just imaging things. Cloud began to follow you right into the restroom, completely ignoring the shouts of the other girls to stop, until Tifa tackled him down, finally snapping him out of his stupor.
"Where is moth- I mean darling going?" he whispered childishly.
In the restroom, you splashed cold water on your face and watch the droplets slid down your cheeks, though there wasnāt any dirt to wash away. It was a dumb, symbolic attempt to rinse off the awkwardness of your behavior toward Cloud earlier. He had acted strange too, but your own actions didn't help the situation. You noticed how your minidress was torn, barely clinging to your curvy body. And your tits were straining the fabric, your hips quivering, and your thick thighs shaking like hell.
The restroom door slammed open behind you, the jarring sound rung through the bathroom. You barely had time to turn around before Cloud strode in. You thought the girls held him back? He approached you like a tomcat in heat, his heavy footsteps echoing. His eyes⦠theyāre wrong, you thought. His pupils, instead of being round, were slitted now, just like Sephiroth's.
āYou can't run from me,ā Cloud chuckled, his usual stoic tone was laced with a dangerous, dark edge. His words sent goosebumps through you, but fuck, that predatory gaze of his made your knees weak. The musky scent of battle from earlier still clung to him.
āC-Cloud⦠pleaseā¦ā Your voice trembled, barely above a whisper, your body shaking as you backed into the sink, the cold porcelain digging into your hips. Your better judgment screamed at you to run, but something else rooted you in place. Still, the greater good within tried to reach the Cloud you knew.
But he didn't listen, of course. His hand shot out, gripping your wrist and yanking you toward him. His sweaty, muscular body pressed against your squishy frame. His other hand slid to your hip, fingers digging into your soft flesh, making your cunt instinctively clench beneath your dress, releasing a faint trickle of juices leaking down your thigh.
No⦠I donāt want this⦠but why does it feelāyour thoughts faltered, drowned out by his lips crashing against yours. His hot tongue invaded your mouth, easily dominating yours. You still attempt to struggle at least, your hands pushing weakly at his shoulders, but he didn't bulge. Your nipples were rock hard, poking against his hard chest, while your plump tummy quivered against his abs. Your damned body betrayed you, as you sobbed into the kiss.
He deepened the kiss, his hand sliding from your hip to your thick thigh. He squeezed the soft flesh and gave it hit a hard slap, making it jiggle slightly. He then grunted, pinning you roughly against the sink, his blonde hair tickling your forehead. You were barely able to break the french kiss for a moment to speak. āCloud! Please! I knew you're in there. Donāt let Sephiroth take you! Or take meā¦ā Your voice was broken, your sobs shook your body.
Cloud froze, his pupils returning to normal as he raised a hand to his forehead. His body pulled away from yours and his breath hitched. āI⦠Iām sorryā¦ā He had stepped back, his hand trembling, his mako eyes returning to their natural glow, and his pupils shifted. His expression was a mix of guilt and relief, his body still tense but his mind his own, Sephirothās influence shattered thanks to your plea.
āItās okay, Cloud, youāre back now. Thatās what matters,ā you said, wiping the juices from your cunt away. He stumbled to his fallen blade, picking it up. You could tell he felt ashamed, but you'd be quick to let him know that it wasn't his fault. Neither of you
āI-I wonāt let him control me again! Iāll protect you, Darling... ALL of you,ā he said, his gaze sweeping over you. His hand gripped the hilt of the Buster Sword tightly. To reassure him, you laid your hand over his, feeling the tremor in his fingers as you both steadied yourselves, your own body still shaking from the fear.
Oh, how would you even explain what transpired to the others?
Based on Opera Omnia!
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