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.
“You okay?”
Michael’s 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.
“What?” you laughed nervously, smoothing your dress down over your thighs for the fifth time.
“Nothin’,” he mumbled shyly, smiling to himself.
He reached over immediately, fixing one of your curls where it had fallen into your face.
“You look pretty.”
Your cheeks warmed instantly.
“You already told me that.”
“I know,” he said softly. “Still true.”
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.
“Hey,” he whispered, taking your hand before you could pull away. “They’re gonna love you.”
“You don’t know that.”
“Yes I do.”
The confidence in his voice made you blink.
Michael smiled a little, rubbing his thumb over your knuckles.
“Because I love you.”
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.
“It’s okay,” he murmured quietly near your ear.
But he didn’t remove his hand.
Didn’t even loosen it.
If anything, his grip tightened slightly like he wanted everybody to know exactly who you belonged to.
“Oh, she is pretty,” a woman’s voice said warmly.
You turned to see Katherine approaching with the sweetest smile you’d ever seen.
And beside her was Janet Jackson, already grinning knowingly.
“You must be the girl he never shuts up about,” Janet teased.
Michael immediately got embarrassed.
“Jan—”
“No, seriously,” Janet continued dramatically. “This man calls everybody talking about ‘she likes this’ and ‘she said that’ and ‘she’s so sweet.’ I said oh brother, he in LOVE love.”
You started laughing before you could stop yourself.
Michael looked horrified.
“Would y’all leave me alone?”
“Oh my God,” Janet laughed. “Look at him blushing.”
Katherine just smiled knowingly at you.
You expected judgment.
Maybe a little awkwardness.
Instead, Katherine gently took your hand.
“Honey, any girl that makes Michael smile this much is welcome here.”
Your entire chest warmed.
And when you looked over at Michael—
He was already staring at you again.
Softly.
Completely.
Like he couldn’t 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.
“Oh, he loves you bad,” Janet said immediately once Michael was out of earshot.
You nearly choked on your drink.
Katherine laughed softly.
“He does look at you very sweetly.”
“He stares,” Janet corrected. “Like all the time.”
You laughed shyly, ducking your head.
“I catch him doing it too.”
“Mhm,” Janet nodded dramatically. “You got him gone.”
And honestly?
Maybe you did.
Because from the living room, Michael’s voice suddenly floated into the kitchen.
“Can y’all stop talkin’ about me?”
Everybody started laughing.
Meanwhile in the living room, Michael’s brothers were making his life miserable.
“Took you long enough to bring her around,” Jackie teased.
“She fine too,” Tito added immediately.
“REAL fine,” Marlon laughed.
Michael rolled his eyes hard.
“Man, shut up.”
“I’m just saying,” Jermaine grinned. “You look sick.”
“What?”
“The way you keep starin’ at that girl. You down bad.”
Michael tried not to smile.
Failed immediately.
Randy leaned back against the couch laughing.
“Mike can’t even think straight around her.”
“And can you even handle all that?” Marlon added teasingly.
Michael’s ears turned red instantly.
“Would you guys stop that?”
The room exploded with laughter.
But even through all the teasing, Michael couldn’t stop glancing toward the kitchen.
Toward you.
And every single time he heard your laugh—
His whole face softened.
Jackie noticed immediately, shaking his head with a grin.
“Oh yeah,” he laughed quietly. “That’s his wife for sure.”
Michael looked down for a second, trying to hide his smile before glancing back toward the kitchen again like he couldn’t help himself.
before he mumbled quietly,
“Hope so.”
Its here more to come probably today im in a craze
jermajesty’s head had been between your thighs for over an hour already. you’d came three times, his tongue a genius when it came to your pussy.
his large hands gripped your plush thighs that surrounded his head, his nose bumping up against your clit as you sat on his face. he devoured you like you were his last meal. he was practically making out sloppily with your vagina.
you ground your cunt against his mouth needily, thick thighs trembling with overstimulation, but you still wanted more.
he only pulled his mouth away for a second, his chin soaked in your juices and his lips trailing across your inner thighs, landing a messy kiss to your cunt.
jermajesty’s palm met the fat of your ass with a playful smack, and he grinned while resting both hands on your cheeks.
“you’re doing so good, mama,” he mumbled, pressing another kiss to your clit, making you shiver.
he dove back in with enthusiasm. too pussy drunk to stop.
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.
Micheál 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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very indulgent of myself frankly but saw your keys x curvy!reader and i work in marketing so how about coworker rivalry where keys may have said something bitchy in passing to a coworker about how ditzy the marketing department is and reader heard it so now there’s tension but keys has BEEN crushing on her and now he can’t figure out why she’s avoiding him (and being bitchy back ofc!)
Office Politics
Warnings: 18+ MDNI; language; degrading language, lil verbal harassment (Antwan sux :( ), body image issues (light); self-conscious talk (light); smut (oral, p in v, motorbo'iiin, office sex, praise yadda yadda); Keys x curvy!reader
I fuckin' love this, thank you nony you're my hero.
YOU stood in front of the bathroom mirror at Soonami, adjusting your blouse and suddenly feeling like it and the little pencil skirt combo you felt so confident in last night were suffocating you now. Your usual go to was a nice flowy linen pant or a soft and comfy cardigan, anything breathable and non-confining so you could focus on your work and not how bad you wanted to take your outfit off at the end of the day.
But today was different -- it required hard lines, sharp edges, no-nonsense, no coziness. You'd just gotten the head of marketing position last week, and it was your turn to run your first meeting with the developers of Free City, a stupid, senseless, shoot-em-up video game that you had to try to make people want to buy.
Sales had been dipping down in the weeks prior to you getting the job, and even though you did desperately want the position for some time now, it did feel a bit like you were the sacrificial lamb. Now you get to explain to a room full of semi-toxic, egotistical, artistic, and unfortunately, brilliant men why their game was slowly dying.
Why? It was boring. It was stale, nothing was changing or evolving or worth consumers time. You'd played a few hours a night over the past few weeks, and it was the same thing every time. Looting, punching, shooting; wash, rinse, repeat. They haven't put out any new items, collaborations, events, or anything in months.
That's what you were suggesting to them today. A revamp of their image, a new campaign, something creative and interesting to give you a jumping off point so you could do your job more effectively.
Because how were you supposed to sell plain sand to a beach? You needed shells, sea glass, an ancient message in a bottle -- something dazzling and different.
You smacked the hand dryer once and let the breeze dry the rivulets of sweat gathering in your cleavage and underarms, did one final glance in the mirror to make sure you looked like the Big Bad Boss Bitch of Marketing that you were, and stormed out for your meeting.
•••
One fact you knew but failed to consider in your time prepping for this meeting, was that the CEO of the company, Antwan Hovachelik, was a massive cunthole. You couldn't finish a sentence without him arguing or interrupting with his ridiculous logic, insisting it had to be a problem with your department.
"Well, sir, I'm sure it's more convenient to say that we failed at pushing your crap out to the public than it is to say you're giving us nothing but crap in the first place, but I really think the game needs a revitalization. There's potential for another hit, but the devs need to give us something new."
There's a sputter of incredulous laughter and murmurs from the end of the table where the handful of main developers sat, arms folded and eyes boring into you.
"I'm not saying you're not a group of insanely talented developers -- truly, I think you've got incredible minds. But people have short attention spans, and the buyer needs something --"
"Okay, listen, Princess Peach." Antwan pushes up from his laughably enormous office chair and plants his palms flat on the table as the word fresh dies on your tongue. You feel your blood simmering beneath your skin, but you maintain an impassive, professional demeanor.
"We can't give the babies candy and brandy every time they go waah-waah and want something new and shiny. That costs time, money. My game is perfect. Always has been. So I think you and your team need to figure out a way to make it look enticing. That's literally what I pay you for."
"But, Antwa--"
"Lie if you gotta, but I better see sales start ticking up by next week or you're done here."
Your jaw clamps shut tight and you push back from your chair. Venomous, hateful words jump at the end of your tongue, but you bite them back.
"Thanks for your time."
As you turn to walk out, Antwan adds, "I know it's a big ass -- oh, ask! A big ask. Sorry, slip of the tongue."
Your eyes blow wide and your nose stings with emotion. Snickers and more murmurs from the end of the table draw your attention, and the devs all watch you writhing like a worm at the end of a hook, some with mouths agape and some with smug looks of amusement.
Even one guy you actually thought was better than that. Despite the warring of your departments, he was always polite in email correspondence and break room chats. He even took some of your ideas in the past and put them to use in small ways in the game without Antwan knowing so you could both avoid his red tape. But even Keys said nothing now, didn't even look you in the eye. He just watched Antwan, awaiting his next orders.
You slammed the glass door to the conference room so hard you worried for a second it might shatter. Then again, who cares if it did.
•••
KEYS drummed his fingers against the table in the conference room, trying not to seem too eager to see you. He was used to these dev-marketing meetings, knew they could get a little tense, but you brought such a calm, positive energy to the workplace that he was excited to see how you would change the vibe.
He didn't realize you'd be promptly eaten alive by Antwan and body-shamed in front of your coworkers, so he was left a little stunned as you stormed back to your department.
Two of his fellow developers giggled next to him, mentioning something about the curve of your face or the dip in your waist, things that he found so enticing but that they were now desecrating with their frat-boy sense of humor. He smacked one on the shoulder to stop him.
"Hey, Keys, what the f--"
"Antwan, that was...that was kinda harsh, don't you think? I mean, it's not a terrible idea --"
"What, you're gonna stay overtime and make all the new shit she said? Campaigns, bro? I'm not paying you for that. She can figure out the way to the break room for free coffee and donuts every single morning, she can figure out how to sell a fuckin' game to fuckin' gamers."
"Dude, you gotta stop with the --"
"With the what, Keys?" Antwan stormed over and stopped short just as his knees bumped into the arm of Keys' chair in a show of dominance. "Did I hurt your feelings, is she your wittle girlfwiend?"
"No, it's not -- she's not --"
"It's not, she's not, we're not --" Antwan mocks. "Don't fuckin' tell me how to talk in my own building. Everyone get the fuck out and make me some money."
•••
Keys just sits at his desk for the remaining few hours of the day staring at your chat bubble and wondering why he didn't have a fucking spine.
Your pitch was good. You were right about the game being stale. You looked so hot in that little skirt -- wait, no, work merit stuff only right now.
He scrubs his face in his hands, trying to will away the image of your delicious, plump thighs pressing together in that swivel chair, or how the top buttons on your ruffled blouse desperately wanted to pop open and let your breasts spill free --
"Walter, can I speak with you?"
He jumps in his desk chair, glasses clattering across his keyboard. He scrambles to put them back on, and there are those beautiful thighs, right at eye level. He quickly looks up to see your stern expression, arms folded across your chest with a heavy, fleece cardigan thrown over your blouse now. He always loved how cozy and inviting your usual wardrobe made you seem, it matched your kind, open-minded, go-with-the-flow personality so well. He often thought that just being in your orbit would be nothing but a warm, weightless glow.
"Sorry, what's that? What's up?"
You scoff, but smile politely. "I need to speak with you in my office, please. Some things I didn't get to touch on in the meeting, and I think you'd be the most helpful."
It seemed like it should have been a compliment, but there was no pleasure in your face at having to say the words. He hoped you didn't think he was on the same page as the assholes in the meeting this morning, but he couldn't really blame you if you did. He hadn't said anything in the moment, and even when he thought he was trying he couldn't be sure he actually got anything out.
He nods at you and clicks out of his computer before you see that he was staring at the tiny icon of your smile, and follows you up a floor to the marketing offices.
•••
YOU softly close the door to your office and gesture for Keys to sit on the chair across from your wooden desk. The cubicle had been so cold and bland when you got it, but within the week you'd added enough of your little touches that it felt calmer and much more inviting. You didn't use the harsh overhead lighting, instead opting for lamp lights and even some string lights over the door. You also replaced the leather, straight-back chairs with your own plushier versions so that nothing was a hindrance to your thinking process.
Now, if only there were a way to replace the cold, callous men in the department below you with your own plushier versions. Wouldn't that be nice?
You sit on one of your legs as best you're able in this damn skirt, and take a sip from your paper coffee cup. Keys anxiously rubs his hands over his denim-clad thighs and lets his eyes wander around the room, never once lingering on you.
Probably worried he'd bust out laughing.
You shake away the negative thoughts and pull out some graphics and spreadsheets you had prepared but didn't get a chance to go over.
"So, I wanted to go over this plan I had for the marketing meeting, if that's okay? I know it's not really the development team's priority, but --"
He holds his hand out to take the papers from you, and your fingers brush. You swear you see blush creeping up his shirt collar, but maybe it's just because you keep it pretty warm in here.
"I don't want to set your guys back or make more work for you, but look -- if you guys did just a one week campaign, it would only take this many extra man hours, but it would result in this big of a pay off."
You lean across your desk, tracing the lines of the graphs in his hands with the tip of a pencil as you explain the data. He nods, flipping through them with interest.
"No, yeah, this is really good. Definitely doable, and cost to benefit is great, I mean -- this is a fantastic idea."
He looks up at you beaming, and you feel warmth spreading across your own chest and face. He seems to sense it, eyes falling straight to the gorge of cleavage staring at him from you leaning so far desk. You quickly pull your cardigan over yourself and he immediately starts scanning the pages again, though he wasn't actually reading any of it. When he looks up to speak, his eyes are closed.
"Look, I wanted to also apologize to you. For the meeting this morning, for Antwan and -- that was really fucked up, pardon my French. I tried to talk to him after, but he's...he's just really a huge prick. There's no if's, and's, or but's about that. But you didn't deserve that, and so I'm sorry."
He talked to Antwan? I mean, even if he didn't have a huge breakthrough with him, he tried? That was really not something you did around here, Antwan fires people for a lot less.
"Th-thanks, Keys. It, uh...it really fucking sucked, pardon my French." You both laugh quietly under your breath. "But I'm used to it, unfortunately, so it's fine. Water off a duck's back, right?"
"Used to it?"
Oh, this was absolutely not a conversation that needed to happen between you and one of the dreaded game devs, was it? Opening up about how you've been fat-shamed since you were in middle school, and that it really doesn't bother you anymore, even though it kind of does sometimes when it hits in just the right sore spot?
Keys is looking at you with such genuine concern, that the words just seem to fall free from your lips without much thought.
"I mean, yeah. I'm not unaware that I'm a...bigger girl, Keys. I'm the one that buys the clothes and looks in the mirror every day. I've learned to love myself and feel good in my skin, but it's taken a long time, so yeah -- I've heard it all, I try to ignore it most of the time, but today it just kinda stung a little."
Your words break his heart, but somehow you're still smiling through them. He doesn't know it's because if you drop this mask right now, you might end up a useless, blubbering mess for the rest of the day, and you can't afford that. He reaches across the desk and puts a hand over one of yours. You don't pull away.
"It's ridiculous. And bullshit. And for what it's worth, I think your body is --" He stops himself, pulling his hand away and looking at you with panic. "Oh, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, I don't -- I shouldn't have, this isn't --" He's scrambling, standing from his chair, turning to leave, before you hold a hand out to him.
"Wait! You can say it."
He stands in the middle of your office, reading your body language and trying to analyze where this situation should go. Always the computer-coding brain with Keys. He says nothing, and you nod at him, breath starting to quicken in your lungs.
"I... I'd like you to say it, please. Keys."
He hears the shutter in your voice and the corner of his mouth turns up just a smidge. He turns and walks to your door and your shoulders slump, thinking he's chickened out or pulled your leg completely. Instead, he clicks the lock on your office door with his thumb and looks back at you over his shoulder.
"That okay? I don't want anyone interrupting this important meeting of the minds, you know?"
A huge grin splits your face, Keys marvels at the curve of your cheeks and the small dimple in one of them, and you nod.
"Right, sure. So you were telling me...your uh, your thoughts on my body, weren't you?"
He clears his throat and straightens his shoulders, suddenly growing stern and professional.
"That's right, I wanted to talk to you about the physical qualities I find so appealing about you, if you have the time?"
"Oh, is it a long list? I'm...kinda swamped."
He tsks, and adds, "No, I think you should clear your schedule for this one. Could take awhile, I don't wanna miss anything."
He's walking closer, testing the waters with how far it's going to go. Truth was, you've had a crush on Keys since you met him as an apprentice over a year ago, you just never thought he'd appreciate an approach from someone in dreaded marketing.
"A-ah. Right. Sure, then. You -- you have the floor."
He smirks, nodding and grabbing one of the blankets from a stack you keep in a cubby on the back wall.
"The floor is an excellent idea."
You feel yourself go cold all over, goosebumps prickling at your arms and calves.
"You -- wait, you really want me to get down there? On the floor? And what, lay there like a beached whale?"
His face falls and he crosses over to your share, taking your hands and crouching.
"If you don't want people to say shit like that about you, you don't either. You're not a beached whale, Jesus. Now c'mon...I'm trying to be sexy."
That brings a genuine laugh out of you, and you rise out of your chair standing chest to chest with him now. He skims his hands up your fleece-lined arms, then slips them inside the sleeves and slides it down, tracing the skin of your arm along the way.
"I really like this outfit today. Know what I was thinking about when you came and got me from my desk?"
Your breath hitches in your throat, and all that comes out is, "Hm?"
"I was thinking of how tight it hugs you, and how I didn't have to imagine what you looked like under your cardigans. I can see all your curves, and these buttons --" He slips one of the top buttons on your blouse through the eyelet and it releases readily from the strain. He grins as your ears grow hotter, already fingering the next button. "-- they looked like they wanted to pop right open. I was kinda hoping they would."
"Keys..." His eyes bounce between yours as you bite your lower lip, nodding for him to continue.
He unbuttons your top to wear it's tucked into your skirt and tugs it away, marveling at the sight of your plentiful breasts swelling over the tops of your bra cups. He sighs, almost in relief.
"God, they're perfect. Holy shit. Can I touch you?"
You nod and push your chest out further, and Keys hands are impossibly warm and gentle over the thin fabric of your bra. He can feel your nipples peak under the brush of his thumbs, and he can't keep himself from planting a mouth over one and nipping it gently between his teeth. You inhale through your teeth, and as a little smirk starts to form on his lips you tangle your fingers in his hair and smoosh his face into the pillowy valley of your tits.
He lets out a low, surprised moan and snakes his arms around your waist, nuzzling deeper and relishing in the soft warmth of your skin. Suddenly you feel them fall heavy and free against your torso, and you realize that he's unhooked your bra (which was impressive considering how many hooks he had to undo and you still didn't notice). Keys takes them in his hands as much as he's able and gently bounces them.
"Yep, these are perfectly adequate for our purposes, Miss. Keep up the good work here."
You roll your eyes and push at his shoulder, and his smile is sweet and bright. Then he reaches for your hands and guides you around the desk to the blankets. He gestures for you to lay back, so you awkwardly lower yourself in your skirt and heels, cradling your exposed chest in your arms to keep them from flopping dramatically all over the place.
"Sorry, I --"
"Stop. Let go, let me see."
It takes a second for the confidence to build, but the stern, lustful tone in Keys' voice convinces you to go for it. You let go and lean back on your arms, breasts falling away towards your sides with gravity. His eyes watch them sway and he absently strokes his straining cock under his jeans.
"What else, Keys?" You ask in a husky voice, feeling your own desire coating your thighs as they rub together beneath your skirt.
"God, it's all just -- fucking perfect, you're perfect." He scans your body from top to bottom and nods at your legs.
"Can you spread them for me?"
"Should I take this off--?"
"No, leave it. I uh -- I like how your thighs look squeezed in it. So thick, and -- Christ, I need to slow down."
He flexes his hands and shakes his head, lowering himself down to his knees and positioning himself at your feet. Carefully he slides off your heels and runs his hands along the length of your legs, pushing your skirt up rather than down to bunch at the dip in your waist. Your knees try to close together on instinct, not used to being so exposed in broad daylight and in your fucking office, but Keys just gently places a hand on either one and waits for them to open for him.
As they slowly butterfly, he smiles and coos, "Perfect. That's it. Please for the love of God, tell me if I need to stop, but I'd really love to taste you."
Oh, is my steak too juicy? Lobster too buttery? Hottest nerd on the planet wants to lick my pussy?
"Please, yes." It comes out a lot needier than you anticipate. Keys doesn't mind one bit.
"Thank you." He groans as he leans between your thighs and grips the plump flesh behind your knees, hoisting them up and out to spread you wider for him.
He gives you a devilish peek from over his glasses before he burrows his tongue between your folds, eyes fluttering closed at the taste of you.
"Oh my god..." He grumbles, then repeats his slow, torturous lick. "You even taste sweet."
He watches the sway of your tits with every jagged breath you take as you watch him thrust his tongue into your tight, wet core. His nose perfectly toys with your clit.
"Oh, fuck, Keys." You reach between your legs, spreading wide on their own now, and grip his hair again. He moans in approval, muffled by your pussy, and continues to lavish you with his mouth.
His ministrations have you coming undone in minutes, and your thighs close around his ears out of your control. You buck and grind into his face, and he thinks that this would be a beautiful way to go if he never got pulled back up for air, but he wanted to see your face while you were cumming so he sat back up and gave your flanks a hearty smack.
"Another strong performance from marketing, kudos."
"Oh my god, Keys. That was all the devs this time, I'm putting you in for a raise."
"I'm honored." He prowls over you, face hovering over yours, glasses smudged and fogged, and you realize you haven't even kissed yet.
You slide his glasses off, placing them gingerly beside you, and softly stroke his cheek. He leans into the touch, kissing the palm of your hand.
"I'm really, really honored." He repeats, not as a joke this time but a sincere sentiment. You pull him down closer and he kisses your lips slowly and reverently. You taste yourself on him and feel your stomach flip and your pussy walls clench, wanting to be filled.
"Keys...would you fuck me?"
He kisses down the soft line of your jaw and behind your ear, mumbling something dejectedly about not having a condom.
"...I have an IUD."
The feverish pace at which he undresses startles a laugh out of you, and you barely get to soak in his own body, but you like what you see -- a dusting of chest hair leading to a happy trail, and his signature freckles and moles dotting the rest of his body as well. He carefully peels away his tented boxers and your jaw drops at the heavy girth he's packing.
It's always the nerds.
He pumps himself in his hand, dragging his thumb over the tip and spreading his slickness over the head. You spread your legs, fingers dipping down to circle your clit in time with his languid strokes.
"Would you be on top?" He asks, neck starting to strain as he holds himself back from cumming at just the sight of you splayed out on the floor.
You roll your eyes and sit up on your hands.
"Okay, now you just have a death wish. I'll crush you, you tiny man." You gesture at his lean frame and he scoffs, not loving the word tiny to be thrown around while he's standing there stroking his cock (even though you both knew he was anything but).
"Don't be such a drama queen."
You have a small leather love seat on the back wall of your office for when you want to stretch your legs out and work on your laptop. He sits on it in the center, legs spread wide, and pats his lap expectantly.
"C'mon. Giddy-up cowgirl."
After you pick your jaw up off the floor, you feel a smirk twist at the corner of your mouth. You roll onto your hands and knees, and instead of walking you crawl to him across your office floor. His eyes go dark. He holds a hand up quickly to stop you, then turns it over so his palm faces up and gives you the gimme gesture with his fingers.
"Glasses please? Toss em? I don't wanna miss this."
You tongue your cheek and underhand the glasses onto the empty seat beside him, and he immediately settles them into the bridge of his nose.
With a flourish of his hand, he says, "Continue," and he watches enraptured as you come to him like a predator hunting her prey. Your claws dig into his tense thighs, and you can't help but taste the underside of his cock as it lays proudly against his stomach.
His head lolls back, and you stand to settle your knees on either side of his hips. You pinch his chin before you fully put your weight on his lap, and he looks at you with half-lidded eyes.
"Keys...um, if it's too much, just say -- I understand."
His brows furrow as he traces the curves of your back with his hands.
"Why're you still worried about that with me?"
You swallow nervously, shaking your head to try and will away the mild embarrassment.
"I've just been with guys that...don't like this. Me on top. Because I'm...heavier. Than them."
He blinks slowly, not believing what he's hearing. Well, yeah actually. Guys were mostly assholes, so...yeah. Some of them probably would say some ridiculous shit like that.
"That sounds like a weak man. Because I can't wait to watch these bounce in my face while I fuck up into you."
He tugs you down gently, burying his face in your chest again and planting hot, open-mouthed kisses on your sternum. You whimper and tentatively settle your weight until you're fully seated on his lap. You wait for a groan or a tap-out, anything to indicate you were right and this was too much for him.
Instead you feel his hand reach between you both as he lines up the head of his cock at your entrance and slides into you. The stretch is so intense, and the angle has him hitting you so deep while his pelvis brushes your sensitive clit in rhythm with your circling hips.
"Fuck, yes. Oh my god, you're so tight. Jesus, I'm not gonna last very long with you squeezing me like this."
You languorously roll your pussy over his rigid length again, both of you sighing deeply at how full and warm and fucking heavenly you feel together.
"Then you better make it count, Keys."
You lean in to kiss his lips, and he links his arms behind your lower back to pin you against him before he starts rutting up into your soaked cunt. You start to cry out, but bite his shoulder to stifle it. His lips are right at the shell of your ear, whispering the filthiest praises.
"Goddamn, baby, that's so good. That's right, you like it when you're getting fucked? Like me fucking you? Oh, god, you are so fucking good to me. Thank you, thank you, fuck --"
The tight rubbing of skin on your swollen clit and the ferocity of his thick cock dragging through your walls has you cumming a second time with ease. He feels you dripping down his sack onto the leather of the couch, and milking him from within.
"Yes, that's it, oh my god. Oh, I'm gonna cum -- I can--?"
"Yes, please, cum inside me, Keys. Yes, yes!"
His hot release fills you up and dribbles out from where you both are still connected. You sit there, panting into each other's mouths and lazily peppering the other with kisses.
You help tidy each other up with what you have in the office and try to look semi-put-together again before returning to the work day.
Because it's still a fucking work day.
He stops at your door and turns to look at you, settled back down into your chair behind your desk. You share a smile, his eyes crinkling at the corners, and he gives you a small wink. He opens the door.
"...And if I didn't get my point across, I'll just have to come back and go over it all again sometime, but I'm swamped, okay? I gotta get back downstairs."
He closes the door and grins at you through the window as he passes by to go towards the elevators. Someone from a cubicle in the floor scurries over and knocks after he leaves. She peeks inside when you tell her to come in.
"Oh my gosh, were the devs giving you shit again?"
You bite back a smile and nod sympathetically.
"Yeah, they just really like rubbing it in, y'know?"
"Ridiculous. I have half a mind to go up there and chew them out myself."
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 wasn’t reading a single word.
She flipped through the pages mindlessly, eyes unfocused as the long cord of her landline wrapped around her fingers.
“But you said you was coming over after I got off from school,” she whined softly into the phone, her bottom lip pushing out into a pout. “This my only free time this week, Rio.”
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.
“I know, mama,” he said, his voice low and tired. “But work got crazy. You understand that, right? I’ma come see you next time you free.”
Imani’s face fell immediately.
“No,” she said quietly, sitting up straighter. “You keep sayin’ that, Rio. You said that the other time too.”
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.
“Am I not important enough?” she asked before she could stop herself.
The second the words left her mouth, tears burned her eyes.
Rio cursed softly under his breath. “Imani—”
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.
“I must not be that important to him for real,” 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 he’d pull her into his lap like he couldn’t 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.
“Ugh.”
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.
“Toughen up, bitch. Fuck him,” 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.
“You better than this, Imani,” she whispered, shaking her head as she tried to give herself a pep talk.
But the ache in her chest wouldn’t leave.
Instead of answering Rio’s 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, she’d end up calling Rio back and apologizing for being upset.
And she refused to do that.
The phone clicked.
“Hello?”
“Bri… I’m not crazy, right?” Imani asked immediately, voice cracking.
Brianna snorted. “Girl, confused bad. Start from the beginning.”
Imani pushed herself off the bed and started pacing her room, one hand dragging through her freshly silk-pressed hair.
“He said he was comin’ over today ‘cause I finally got free time, then canceled again. And I just…” She swallowed hard. “I feel like he avoidin’ me or somethin’.”
She paced harder, wearing a path into the carpet.
“He keep saying work, work, work. But why it feel like he don’t even wanna see me no more?”
Brianna was quiet for a second before asking carefully, “Wait… y’all still together?”
Imani stopped pacing.
“…Yes?”
Brianna sounded genuinely shocked. “Girl, the way you been cryin’ these past two weeks I thought y’all broke up already. Especially with your brother and parents hatin’ him.”
Imani frowned instantly.
“Okay, but that’s not the point, Bri.”
“Mm-hm.”
“The point is I feel like he’s doing this on purpose.” Her voice cracked again. “Why not just tell me straight up? Like, ‘Hey, I don’t wanna be with you no more.’ Why keep dragging it out?”
The thought alone made her stomach twist violently.
Rio saying he didn’t love her anymore would destroy her.
And she hated that he had that kind of power over her.
“Babe,” Brianna said softly, “that man does not hate you. He probably really is busy—”
“Ugh!” Imani groaned dramatically. “I did not call you to be on his side, Bri!”
Brianna laughed.
“I’m serious! Just tell me I’m right before I get some horrible wake-up call and he breaks up with me for real.” Her voice dropped quieter. “And honestly? That would kill me.”
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.
“Aww, M no,” Brianna said gently. “Rio loves you. That man is crazy about you.”
Then why did it feel like he was slipping away from her?
“Okay, not the advice I need right now but—”
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.
“What the hell?” 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.
“Rio?” 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. “Hey, mama,” he stage-whispered loudly. “Keep the window open. I’ma come up.”
Imani rolled her eyes instantly despite the warmth spreading through her chest.
“Are you crazy?” she whisper-yelled back. “I don’t wanna see you anymore, Rio. I thought work was takin’ up all your time.”
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.
“Mmcht, keep the window open Imani.”
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.
Imani’s eyes widened.
“Oh my God,” she hissed. “Please don’t fall. And if you do, I’m not helpin’ you.”
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.
“As I was saying before I was interrupted,” she said dramatically, “thank you for telling me that. And his ass is in fact insane.”
Brianna burst out laughing on the other end.
“You gon’ be alright,” Brianna teased. “Bye, love you.”
“Love yo—”
The phone disappeared from Imani’s 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.
“Who is this?” 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.
“Well she love you too, Brianna. Bye.”
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 “Don’t touch me,”
“This my shit, come here.”
Before Imani could move away, both of Rio’s hands slid beneath her thighs, lifting her effortlessly off the bed.
“Rio—”
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.
“I’m serious,” 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.
“If you came over here just to get your dick wet, you can go,” 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 she’d genuinely offended him.
“What?” he asked, almost amused. “Mani, I came over here to see you, baby. How you pushing me off?”
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.
“I’m pushing you off because you keep lying to me,” she muttered, voice tight.
Rio’s expression faded slightly.
“And all it took was me crying for you to finally come over,” she continued, trying to keep her composure together. “Like… that really hurts my feelings, Rio.”
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.
“Hey,” he said quieter now.
Imani shook her head.
“No, because I feel stupid.” She laughed shakily, avoiding his gaze. “I’m’ here waiting around for you and you keep making me feel like I’m asking’ for too much just because I wanna see my man.”
“You not asking for too much.”
“Yes I am,” she snapped emotionally. “Cause if I wasn’t, you would actually make time for me.”
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.
“I’m sorry, baby,” Rio said quietly, his voice softer than it had been all night. “I’ll make time for you. I’m serious.”
Imani sniffled, eyes glossy as she stared down at the chain resting against his chest instead of looking at him directly.
“Any time you call, I’ma come over,” he continued. “Any time you wanna go somewhere, I’ll come. Stop cryin’, mama.”
His hand slid up gently, fingers curling around her chin as he turned her face back toward him.
Imani’s lashes fluttered.
“Don’t say that if you know you can’t, Rio,” she whispered thickly, fresh emotion creeping into her voice.
Rio shook his head immediately.
“Nah, I’m serious.” His thumb brushed beneath her eye again, wiping away another tear before it could fall. “And if I flake out or some shit again… you can be done with me.”
Meanwhile he already knew there was no universe where he’d actually leave Imani alone.
Not after all these years.
Not when she looked at him like that.
“Ew,” Imani said instantly, finally smiling a little through her tears. “Don’t say that.”
Rio smirked faintly at the sight of her softening.
“There she go,” 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. “What happened? Thought you was done with me.”
Imani rolled her eyes dramatically before leaning down and pressing a quick kiss against his lips.
“I was playing,” she mumbled against his mouth.
Rio huffed out a laugh, one hand rubbing slowly up her thigh beneath the satin fabric.
“Yeah, aight,” he teased softly. “You was cryin’ real hard for somebody done with me.”
“Shut up,” she muttered, hiding her face against his shoulder while he grinned.
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. 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.
“Are you alright, darlin’?” Jasper asked, “You’re probably cold, especially wearing those clothes.”
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.
“C’mere, Angel,” 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.
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. ”I left my jacket in the car, I can go get it for you…that sounds good to you, darlin’?”
“No, 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,"
“Angel, I can feel your body shivering”, he noted, his lips quirking up slightly in amusement. “You might not be shaking as hard as a leaf, but baby, I can feel that you’re cold.”
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.
“Warm me up then,” 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 Jasper’s keen senses, he heard that faint mutter of yours, as loud as he could hear a gunshot.
“You want me to warm you up?”
His voice was almost as breathy as yours, however, there was an undertone of eagerness that wasn’t 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.
After taking a wrong turn down a forgotten Texas backroad, Y/N finds herself hunted through endless fields by a towering masked killer wielding a roaring chainsaw.
Dragged into a decaying farmhouse where death hangs from rusted meat hooks and every room reeks of violence, escape becomes impossible.
But beneath the stitched human-skin mask lies a face she never expected to see.
As terror, obsession, and brutality collide inside the house of horrors, the line between hunter and captive blurs, leaving Y/N trapped in a nightmare where surviving may no longer be the worst possible fate.
⚠️ Themes & Content:
↳ Slasher Horror
↳ Psychological Terror
↳ Kidnapping & Captivity
↳ Graphic Violence
↳ Gore & Blood
↳ Murder
↳ Cannibalism Setting
↳ Body Horror
↳ Obsession
↳ Masked Killer
↳ Power Imbalance
↳ Survival
↳ Rural Isolation
↳ Dead Dove: Do Not Eat
⚠️ Warnings:
🔞 18+ Readers Only
🩸 Graphic Violence & Gore
🪓 Murder & Dismemberment References
🩸 Blood & Body Horror
⚠️ Kidnapping & Captivity
⚠️ Psychological Abuse
⚠️ Non-Consensual Situations
⚠️ Disturbing Imagery
⚠️ Reader Described as Curvy/Thick
❗ MNI / DNI:
❗ MINORS DNI | 18+ ONLY
This work contains graphic horror, violence, disturbing themes, and mature subject matter intended exclusively for adult audiences. Please read all warnings before proceeding.
🖤 Author's Note: This story is a fictional horror AU inspired by The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. ( Could be converted into a small part series ) I wanted to explore a different genre and create something unique for those who enjoy dark, cinematic AUs. It's my own original fanfiction interpretation and isn't intended to reflect or romanticize real-life violence. I hope you enjoy this twisted little ride! 🪓
The chainsaw roared behind her as Y/N sprinted through the overgrown field, lungs burning. Her thighs touched together, breasts bouncing with every desperate stride. She shouldn’t have run. That only made him excited.
A massive hand fisted the back of her tank top and yanked her off her feet. She hit the dirt hard, screaming, kicking wildly as Taehyung , Leatherface dragged her toward the decaying farmhouse. Her shorts rode up, exposing soft ass cheeks that he groped roughly while hauling her inside.
The basement smelled like death. A fresh male corpse hung from meat hooks right beside the workbench, throat slit wide open, blood still dripping slowly onto the concrete. Flies buzzed lazily over the open wound.
Taehyung threw her onto the blood-stained table like a piece of meat. She thrashed immediately, nails raking down his arms, legs kicking. “Get the fuck off me!” she screamed, punching at the grotesque human-skin mask.
He growled low and pinned her wrists above her head with one hand. The other tore her clothes off in violent shreds tank top ripped down the middle, shorts yanked so hard the fabric burned her thighs. Her curvy body was fully exposed, soft belly, wide hips, and thick thighs trembling.
She kept fighting, twisting under him. He liked it. His breathing grew heavier behind the mask as he forced her legs apart.
The mask slipped.
For one heart-stopping second, the stitched leather shifted revealing sharp jawline, full lips, and those devastatingly handsome dark eyes. Kim Taehyung smirked, crooked and wicked, before he shoved the mask back into place with a low, amused grunt.
That smirk broke something in her. He was beautiful. And completely insane.
He shoved two thick fingers into her mouth to silence her screams, then replaced them with his cock. He pushed her off the table onto her knees in front of the hanging corpse. One of his heavy boots planted on the table edge, spreading his stance wide, giving him perfect leverage.
“Open,” he rasped the first real sound she’d heard from him.
When she resisted, he gripped her hair and forced his thick cock past her lips. It was messy instantly. Filthy. He fucked her throat in deep, sloppy thrusts, hips snapping forward while her drool and tears ran down her chin onto her bouncing tits. Gagging, choking, wet gurgling noises filled the basement as he used her mouth like a toy, balls slapping her chin. The dead body swayed gently beside them, blood dripping onto her shoulder.
The gore turned her on against her will. Her pussy was dripping.
He pulled out with a wet pop, strings of spit connecting her swollen lips to his cock, and threw her back onto the workbench right next to the corpse’s dangling legs.
He slammed into her in one brutal thrust.
Y/N screamed, back arching. He was huge, stretching her tight cunt painfully wide. The wet, sick squelching noises were obscene as he fucked her raw hard, fast, filthy. Her thick ass and thighs rippled with every savage snap of his hips. Blood from the corpse above dripped onto her bouncing breasts while he railed her.
“Fuck— no— please—” she sobbed, even as her hips started meeting his thrusts, pussy creaming noisily around his cock.
Taehyung’s masked face hovered over hers. He grabbed her throat, squeezing just enough to make her vision blur while he pounded her deeper. The workbench shook violently. The dead body swayed in time with his brutal rhythm.
He suddenly pulled out, flipped her over, and fucked her from behind, face pressed into the bloody wood. One hand fisted her hair, the other slapped her jiggling ass red. The wet, sloppy sounds of her soaked pussy filled the room loud, nasty, humiliating.
She came hard anyway, screaming, walls fluttering and squirting around him.
Taehyung followed with a guttural groan, burying himself to the hilt and flooding her cunt with thick, hot cum. It leaked out messily as he kept grinding, pushing it deeper.
He didn’t pull out right away. Instead he leaned over her, mask brushing her ear, breathing heavy. The handsome smirk she’d glimpsed earlier flashed in her mind.
In this house of horrors, she now belonged to him.
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