#velsventriloquism

[veliriumm]

in which perv!bsf!mikey tries really hard to be a gentleman for your first time together, but you just feel soo good >⩊<.ᐟ

cw: p in v, soft dom, kinda ooc mike SRRYY, honestly reader is a bit ditzy, coercion, virginity loss for both cuties, freaky ass tear kissing...smile.

porn with a smidge of plot

a/n: omg yall went crazy in the comments asking if yall wanted this, so here it is!! it was originally gonna be a blurb so, sorry if it reads as such!! also ommmfghhh he looks so yummy in that pic... ˙𐃷˙

wc : 1.5k ish

inspired loosely by the lovely @/glossiercheeks manipulative bsf mike!! go check out their work its so so yum and NOT ai lmao

"please, baby, you trust me dont you?" michael mumbles into the sensitive skin, his lips catch on your neck. you whine quietly. "but–mikey, were just friends..."

he pulls away slightly, to gaze apon your flushed face. "you trust me, dont you?" he knows hes not really asking, knowing your blind devotion to not upsetting him, a trait hes never been happier for you to have, then is this momment.

nibbling on the fat of your lip momentarily, you catch his gaze. its heavy with a fog you cant name. shivers twirl up your spine as you gaze away again. "yes, michael, i trust you." you mutter faintly

you catch his growing smirk in your peripheral.

"friends can touch eachother," he peppers two soft kisses on the apple of your cheek. "friends can make eachother feel good."

you curse mentally at his ability to make you mush at his stupid words.

your silence irritates him, "youre really gonna leave your bestfriend high and dry?" he sighs, as if your pulling away more. you panic, shaking your head. "you know what I go through?" he says, suddenly standing, moving to pace infront of you. "being me? I cant even go outside of the gates without being bombarded."

"mikey–"

"do you want me to find another girl, y/n?" he says, with a sterness you'd rarely hear from him. pausing infront of you.

you shake your head once more. the thought genuinely frightens you. you've knows michael for so long, the thought of him seeking out a different woman, makes your heart sink. "no, no! michael, im sorry!"

he continues without acknowledging you. "really? do you want me to go out of my way, to find another girl to help me, when you're here?" his condescending tone makes your thighs press slightly together.

"no!" you pause, looking to the carpeted floor." "ill—ill help you, michael." you say huffing softly.

you can practically hear his grin, "yeah? youre gonna be good for me?" he says in a low voice that makes your stomach tighten. you nod.

he closes in on you slowly, like your subdued prey. long fingers finding your jaw, he lifts your gaze to his.

his smile softens into something sweeter. he gently taps the side of your thigh. "lay down, baby, I'll be a gentleman—i promise."

swallowing thickly, you inch back, before letting your back rest atop the bed.

his large palms are careful drifting down the curves of your sides, taking in the delicious figure underneath the flimsy cami you wore. "so beautiful." he mutters, more for himself to hear than you.

he notices your nervous fingers twiddling with the duvet under you, he smiles softly at your juvenile shyness around him.

he unbuttons your shorts, unzipping them patronizingly slow. your breath quickens as the denim drops quietly on the floor. youre to nervous to look at him, but you hear almost a grunt, he had to physically bite back the noise at seeing your frilly pink panties. he was sure you planned that just for him.

jumping slightly at his warm touch on your abdomen, your fingers halt his. "michael—ive never-"

"i know, angel," he paused, speaking quieter. "me neither." his confidence cracks slightly, but its back as soon as it left. "but i like it like that, you all f'me." he says with a nod to himself. before continuing his hands up your shirt, you let him.

his skin has never buzzed like it does now. electricity shoots through him as if hes touching a static television every time he runs his fingertips over your warm skin or presses a kiss along your sternum.

you look holy.

you are a mosaic window of lust, the way your silky skin absorbs the rooms dim light and the scarlet blankets caress your figure, the downcast of shadows from your lashes brushing over your cheekbones, the milky moon veiling you.

holy is an understatement.

michaels heart is pounding in his ears, as you lean up, taking him in your hands. is this what hes missed out on for so long? how is sex sinful when this feels so fucking good? it wont be sinful for long, as you line him up to your hole, hes confirmed in his head—you will be his wife.

he braces himself on his arms on your sides, as your broken whine cracks the air, the air in his breath is knocked clean out, as he enters your pussy slowly.

he makes it half way in, before your hole constricts, tightening, your body is begging him in. you lay fully back, he can see the tears glittering over your warm eyes. "shh—sh, baby, youre so good for me." he whispers, barely audible as he continues his hips forward.

youve never felt so full , his cock opening you in a way you hardly knew possible. pain throbbed around the intrusion, as he halted fully in you, it soothed into unadulterated pleasure.

he shivers at your small hands embracing his biceps as he settled, letting you (him) adjust.

"m—michael, youre so big!" you cry out, his knees buckle slightly at that, which slides him out of you, hes quick to push back in which elicits a moan from you. you attempt to close your legs out of instinct, but michaels quick to pry them back open, gaze not breaking from watching you reconnect repeatedly.

hes trying so hard to keep your pleasure at the forefront of his brain, but can you blame him when he starts thrusting a little too fast, in and out of you? hes sure he'll have a chance to make it up to you later, but for right now. hes chasing the primal voice in his head thats coaxing him in and out of your tight hole.

your crys and moans are muffled in his ear as he picks up his pace, streching you fully around him each time he slams back into you.

he leans down, grip tightly on your hips, to keep you in place while he fucks you. he watched for a moment as a tear slides down your flushed cheek. as another threatens to break, his lips connect. "please dont—dont cry angel, you look so pretty, baby." he mutters.

he burrows his head in your neck. he feels your dull nails break the skin on his back, sending his cock into you.

he can feel his finish building up, you writher under him, your own release following suit.

his grip is bruising as he lifts his head to meet your hazy gaze.

"i love you—i love you y/n" he cries out, his thrusts becoming sloppy and uncordinated. "s—say it back" hes practically begging.

"oh! i love you michael!."

stars flood his vision as he pushes fully into you, flooding your poor pussy. you whine out, back arching into him as you cum.

everything is damp, the lewd smell of sex in the air as you both gasp for air. he lays his head between your breasts.

the room stills for a pause.

"i meant it."

a/n:....sssooo how are we feeling....grin.

i got LOST IN THE SAUCE BROOO, euphoria finale fucked me up so bad so i had to dial in on a dead guy fucking you guys. i love the internet, and more so you guys!! thank u for the hype to get this done!!! plzplzplzplz make reqs guys I BEG I BEG IM ON MY KNEES TELL ME WHAT U WANT FROM ME FUUUHH

anyways, its late as balls, gn. and rip u know who (euphoria)

[veliriumm]

oh we need some more pervy bsf mike..like what he used to do before deflowering y/n

perv!bsf!mikey who, before reaching third base with you, would lift your shirt a little too high, to 'tickle' you (grope your cute waist) chuckling softly at your whiney protest when your pretty lacy bra would be exposed >⩊<.ᐟ

perv!bsf!mikey who hugs you a little to tight to feel the swell of your tits on him

perv!bsf!mikey who asked you to rate his cock, but you cant leave him all hard and leaky! so he has you wrap your hands around him "where'd you learn to be this good? hm?"

perv!bsf!mikey who doesnt want to make a mess when he cums, so he has you stick your wet tongue out. resting his pretty brown tip on it, shooting cum down your throat.

perv!bsf!mikey who grinds his morning wood on your perky ass in the morning, whilst you sleep, after a sleepover.

perv!bsf!mikey who grips your waist a little to tightly when you're talking to jackie for far to long

perv!bsf!mikey who has told you that its completely normal for best friends to change infront of each other!!

perv!bsf!mikey who rubs your puffy pussy to 'practice' for his future girlfriend.

perv!bsf!mikey who knows you said 'no fingers' when getting you off, but how is he supposed to make you feel good!! muffling your protests with deep kisses, as he slides two fingers in your poor little pussy.

perv!bsf!mikey whos gonna get touched by me

a/n: sorry for the inactivity!! im on vacation yayayay, but michaels still HEAVY on my mind, enough that im deadass on my way to see it for a 3rd time rn, glad to see it's the same for you all still!! please make more reqs!! im here to service you all!! ok love you byebyebye

[veliriumm]

☆ backseat of your cadillac .ᐟ

in which thrillerera!michael and fem!celeb!reader get a little carried away in the backseat of michael's new ride .ᐟ

content warnings - switch!mikey, smut ,f oral p in v, shit pacing, as it is 3am. mike being desperate asf srry

long fic warning! wc - 2.3k sheesh

established relationship!! porn with like half a plot

authors note - hi! im totally not scared to upload my first fic omg haha why would you ever suggest that...! what stage of grief is this 🫪, also sorry if the smut is lackluster, this was my first time ever writing it.

michael's foot tapped impatiently (nervously), against the cobblestone porch.

he'd been waiting for you, for far to long at this point. the sun was already dipping into the horizon, casting a heavenly peach over the multistory house michael was nearly ready to break into, in anticipation.

he raised his closed fist once again, right before his knuckles made contact with the wooden door, it suddenly opened.

you stood there, head tilting slightly at the sight of the tall man. michael’s heart skipped a beat,  It was evident that hed drawn you from whatever relaxation youd finally managed to find, by the state of you. he'd seen many beautiful girls in his day, but there was something effortless about you, eyes he could never say no to—curtained by lashes, nearly fawn like in his mind. soft lips he was sure hed be the first and last to kiss, the gentle glow of the light behind you hugged your curves; taunting him to trace his gaze down the nightgown adorned on your frame. 

you are desire personified. 

"michael? i thought we were meeting up tomorrow?." you say with soft inquire, rubbing the sleep that lingered on your eyes.

michael's outstretched hand awkwardly lingered before dropping to his side, then reaching up to scratch his neck. he let out a breathy giggle, looking away briefly before speaking.

"i know, i know—but you know how long its been since ive been to see you? with all your shoots? speaking of which, i got an early copy of your vogue cover, maybe it was worth the wait.” he mumbled, small nervous smile, though you two had been together long enough, you made him feel like a giddy, juvenile fan; which he couldnt deny he wasnt.

your small smile stretches to a grin as you shake your head at his words. “howd you even get that? theyve barely began manufacturing?” 

The man shrugs “im desperate enough.”

You let out a genuine laugh at that, which shoots straight south on michael, he felt a greedy satisfaction at being able to make you laugh like that.

“oh, i also forgot to mention, i bought a car today.” michael says simply, as if reciting the weather. 

you blink once—twice, then speak. “im sorry, a car?” 

he shrugs. 

you stare blankly for a breath before nodding slowly.

“i forget you are you sometimes.”

his smile is gentle, “i also drove it here, i wanted you to see it before anyone else, other than bill...and uh—paparazzi”

your eyebrows raise in intrigue, “thats bold.”

he giggles softly nodding. “Maybe, but i have a sneaking suspicion youll think it is worth it.” 

you step past the threshold of the door, shutting it behind you swiftly, facing michael.

"well i wont hold you back any longer, where is it?" you say, looking past his broad frame, trying to steal a peak. which his figure doesnt allow

his features light up like a christmas tree, he prompts his hand, which you easily take.

he made it a step and a half before rambling about the features of said car, something about horsepower, milage, many things you dont have the interest in retaining, so instead you listen to his endearingly excited tone, his free hand expressing his words further as he leads you around the side of the house, to the guest driveway.

“michael, you bought a fucking cadillac?” you gasped.

the car was undoubtedly impressive, it looked like it morphed straight out of '58. cherry red complimenting the body, flashy white lining the rims and top. your mouth agape slightly, as you broke away from michael's hand to take a closer look. 

you walk to the passenger side, peering into the windows, white leather seats gleamed, a lighter red then the rest of the car encapsulated the dash. the cherry and vanilla swirled effortlessly through the entirety of the interior.

as you were preoccupied, micheal was focused on much different things. he swallowed thickly as his eyes directly tracing the curve of your ass, the nightgown hid very little to the imagination, it seemed to taunt him every time you bent further, blanketing the silky skin beneath.

his arms crossed over his body, as if attempting to shield himself from the lust sinking into his bones. gaze trailing up your arched spine, he nearly choked on the jagged air he tried to maintain. Those two weeks apart were fully catching up to him.

you turn suddenly, causing michael to snap his gaze down to the concrete beneath his shoes. your eyebrows furrow slightly.

"mikey?"

"yes, my dear?" he muttered under his breath weakly

"are you okay? did something happen?" you walked the short distance to him quickly, gently placing your hands on his biceps.

he finally meets your gaze, awkward smile drifting up his features, as he nods. He is now noticing the way your eyebrows upturn in worry, is the same look he entices when he is balls deep in you. great timing.

"yes, sorry--i was just distracted." his arms unfold, hands landing on your waist. "its unlocked,” he notions to the car with a nod. “the uh, inside is bigger than it let's on." he nudges you gently, you linger slightly on the unease, but ultimately accept his answer with a nod.

his hand moves to the small of your back when you turn, he leads the both of you to the doors, he opens the passenger for you. you take extra caution when entering, worried even sitting on the seats would ruin them — this makes michael chuckle under his breath.

hes quickly at the driver's side, sliding in with ease. he glances to you, “baby, youre not gonna make the car implode by getting comfortable.” he teases gently, which elicits a half pout from you. he cant help himself from letting his eyes drift to your glossy plump lips, he felt like a pure sinner imagining the things he wanted to do between them. when you looked down, poking softly at the button and nobs lining the dash, he took his time to notice the swell of your breasts. I mean who could blame him, when the cold dusk air caused your nipples to harden. he noted the lack of bra, before biting his lip slightly, looking away. His pants never felt more constricting. 

"you like it?" his uneven voice suddenly filled the quiet car, you nod with a bright smile. " 's beautiful mikey, but don't you think its a little flashy for someone who wants to be under cover? what will your dad think about this? You know how he is with money…" you inquire with a tilt of your head.

michael laughed shortly, shaking his head. "well I dunno, I thought yknow...with the album out and the success of that…I should treat myself." he shrugged slightly, eyes catching your gaze. “plus a busted dodge dart could leave those gates and still be followed,  hayvenhurst is never clear of wandering eyes.” the last part quieter 

you nod slowly, you guessed that made sense.

you suddenly break the short silence. "yknow, I haven't exactly 'treated' you for the album either..." your words were careful.

what michael had failed to note, was the reflection in the windows earlier was practically a mirror; you clocked his desperate gaze almost instantly. and it was certainly no secret with the tent in his pants he made no effort to conseal. 

mikes breath quickened as the mood suddenly shifted. he was delayed to a awkwardly quick nod. 

“and you know,” you say slower, leaning over ever so slightly to caress his thigh. “The vogue shoot took so long, and that was so nerve racking…” your eyes drift slowly to his. His blood runs cold.

"well, um, I dont want you to feel like you have to d-" michael began, eyes shifting from your delicate touch, to your eyes rapidly.

you huffed, leaning over the console to quickly catch the man's lips. michael's brain short circuited, taking a second to late to match the kiss.

he was glad you took the initiative. yes, you had been intimate before, but you still made him so jittery; with the expectation to please you. your hand reached to lay against his jaw, as you moved together desperately. His hands flew to your sides, clawing to get you closer. he gained a bit of gull, his tongue found the entrance to your lips, desperate to get past you let him; not without a struggle of dominance—which you ultimately won once he pulled away

a string of saliva lewdly connected you together, his breath fanned against your lips as he took a second to let his lungs catch up. "the backseat–its uh, nice." he winced slightly at his maladroit words.

you couldnt help the giggle that left your lips, "you're such a dork, mike." you say, teasingly. michaels face blossoms burgundy.

your eyes drag over his handsome features, before kissing his cheek briefly. You brace yourself on your knees, quickly moving to climb to the back seat. Michaels hand shoots up to aid you. In the maneuver, you made no attempt to hide the accentuation of your ass as you bent to reach the seat..

he swallowed as he shamelessly you watched over.

to say he was lost, was an understatement. He was sure he was in heaven. Your plush thighs squeezing his head, hands tangled in his hair as he got to devour you, completely. His tongue moved feverishly over your pearl, circling it, before slowly licking up your slit, where he pistoned two fingers in and out quickly, bending at every breach to assault the spongy spot inside of you. Your moans erupted throughout the small cabin, fingers grasping in a frenzy. long lost were your concerns of wrecking the freshly refurbished seats; as you arched deliciously into michaels face. He groaned into your puffy pussy, shivers rattled up your spine. “missed this—missed you.” he mumbles, before continuing his attack on your sensitive bud. 

“m–mikey!” your head threw back as he sucked. “oh michael!---please!--dont stop!”

his free hand gripped the flesh of your thigh, leaving an angry mark in its wake. you weren't able to form the words before you released. your back arched once more, chasing the crashing feeling, pornographic moan following suit, as your thighs trembled.

he lapped desperately, causing you to whine at the overwhelming sensation. “mikey—!” 

he pulled off, a shiteating grin finding his glistening lips. “sorry baby.” his hazy eyes met yours as he shamelessly sucked you off his fingers. You looked away quickly, flushed cheeks deepening. 

He leaned up, gently but firmly moving your face to meet his, encapsulating you in a deep kiss, you tasted yourself on him. Whining below him he pulled away. “Need more—please, michael.” if he didnt know better you nearly looks distressed. He moved his hands to his belt, quickly moving to kiss slowly down your esophagus, as the metal of his belt clinked, unbuckling, he quickly shoved the pants down, he didnt even bother sliding them off fully. he stroked himself once, then twice. your lustful gaze watching his hand, you adjusted on your elbows, reaching to replace his hand. his breath sputtered under your grasp, but he let you take over, dropping his hand to your waist. 

you stroked slowly a few times, before finding his gaze. he looked heartbreakingly handsome above you, sweat gently glistening his forehead, damp curls cascading down. lips red and puffy. your pussy clenched around nothing as you looked back down to his cock; angry red tip wet with pre cum. you gently guided him forward, to your entrance. 

he winced above you as his tip breached you, the stretch was noticeable as your eyebrows upturned. he gently took your hand wrapped around his cock, aiding you slightly quicker into you. you let out a broken moan once he bottomed out. he faltered slightly, having to readjust his arms caging you. his pace was antagonizingly slow, you gently started bucking your hips up, his cock slid in and out easily, coated with your slick. he stifled a grunt ad he lifted slightly, finding a better angle in the tight space. angling upward had him even more deep within you, his resolved cracked at the pathetic moan that left your lips. he quickly pushed all the way in. 

his pace was brutal, the built up tension, distance, and time all came crashing through michael as he thrusted in and out of you. “y–youre so deep!” you cried out, the car shook with every drag of his cock. 

“you–you feel so good, baby, so tight— imagined you like this for so long.” his eyes were squeezed shut as he fucked into you nearly primally. you clung to him, nails digging into the sweaty shirt sticking to his form. the ache of your small claws sent shivers down his spine as he went impossibly quicker.

you felt him twitch inside of you, you clenched tightly, causing his head to fly back. “p–please, please keep doing that! baby–i– youre gonna make me cum, please baby!” his pathetic groans, had the tightening band in your stomach coil tighter. 

“come in me–michael, please!” you begged feverishly. his hips wretched fully forward, stilling as deep as he could reach, bending down next to your ear, your senses overwhelmed by him.. “my pretty model–my pretty girl, y’gonna look so pretty carrying my babies.” he grunted out, small thrusts finding his hips as his seed released into you, with a broken whine. you came soon after. coil snapping violently, as your release washed over you euphorically. 

michael pulled away enough to meet your gaze, gently shifting the locks of hair thatd fallen infront of your flushed features. he smiled warmly. “i think that was a good way to break in the new cadillac.” 

you grimaced quietly, unable to help your breathy giggle. “youre a pervert.”

holy shit i pulled an all nighter to finish this bitch. please forgive the awkward transition to smut! as this was my first time writing it...smile.

anywho! hope you enjoyed this! and thank you to the people who waited!! ask or req anything else if youre interested! im now gonna try and figure out how to make a master list!! pray for me.

[veliriumm]

hi girly i love ur way of writing sm and ur fics so i came to ask u for this bc ikkkkkkk you deliver good, so im thinking about like thriller/off the way era mike , and reader and him feel like sex is too mach so they just be rubbing their shi raw, like butt naked no clouths on no shiii they be rubbing aginst eachother and maybe just mike teasing with just the tip in , sorry to bing filthy but this has been going HEAVY on my miiiiind (first time asking a diva for a req kida nervous)

bf!mike who wants to stay pure, but reader just gets him too hot and bothered .ᐟ

can they find a compromise .ᐣ

a/n - hi i love ur mind, jessie we NEED to cook

established relationship

cw - religion mentioned, just the tip!, sweetie pie mike & reader, dry (wet) humping, i mean read the req, thats whats abt to happen wink

also ignore the pink theme, i know i reserve that for perv mike but in my defense i waassss gonna make this apart of that, but it didnt make sense in the long run

god, please give him strength.

"but mikey," you say, luringly, hands smoothing over his half undone button up. "we love each other, how is it sin?" you mumble pitifully, adjusting your sit on his lap slightly.

his eyes drift over your pouty lips, still puffy from his prior attack. you look edible, gluttony lingers around his gentle grip on your hips, he fights it with every coercive word you say.

"i do love you, but we need to be married, baby." he tries to sound assured, but the slight waver doesnt miss you.

your head tilts, he looks at you sharply, knowing youre on to something hes unsure he'll be able to say no to.

you cant help the small smile streching your features, "we dont have to go all the way, what if we just..." you pause, figuring hes more likely to say no if you say it, so you just do it.

your hips lift up half way, before easing back down in a slide on his crotch. electricity zaps up your spine at the movement, your boldness taking both of you by surprise.

his lips trap his bottom lip instantly, hardly holding the grunt that threatened release.

his grip tightens.

"y/n..." he draws with warning, but making no effort to stop you.

you tentatively rise again, but instead of grinding back down, you stay up, waiting for him to move you off...but he doesnt.

shyness creeps up his skin, as he looks away. his vice grip on you tightens impossibly, as he wordlessly brings you down, directly on his hardening crotch.

you gasp slightly, but you grind quickly again, as to not lose the moment.

this unfamiliar indulgence of lust blinds michael, as he grinds up on you, hes never felt this warm. your soft whimpers cascade gently through the room, as your humps quicken.

hes practically gasping with every quick, sophomoric grind. one of his hands detatch, unsteadily exploring the clothed expanse of your body, whilst the other stays planted—half guiding your movements, half tethering himself to you—to reality; that this was, infact, happening.

your hands are finding themselves under the button up, michael groans at your firey touch.

"please—off!" you whine, tugging at the bottom of the shirt, his stomach flexes at your words. he pauses hesitantly, you notice, youre quick to bring your lips to his cheek, drifting down by his ear "i need you mikey, please..." you whine, lips connecting to his neck.

he shudders.

"barely seen you! jus' wanna look." you mumble between the litter of kisses.

he huffs, is this jehovah himself testing his resolve? cause this is purely cruel.

he nods.

you grin, planting a final kiss on his lips, before leaning back to reach for the hem, michael lifts slightly to assist in getting the article off. which is quick to the floor.

his cheeks burn, as he watches your curious gaze.

youre hands trace down his sternum, causing his breath to catch.

he swallows, scratching the back of his neck quietly. "your turn?" he whispers meekly.

you giggle softly, nodding.

god, you look so adorable with your flushed cheeks, he watches your small hands lift your sweater off. he nearly flinches as your bra catches the light. plush breasts cradled by lacy purple—is it silly that he feels jealous over a bra?

he shakes his head of the ridiculous juvenile thought.

his eyes scan slowly over you, from your shy gaze locked on the headbored behind him, to the dip of your collar bone, his eyes haze slightly at the alluring swell of your tits, rising and falling shakily from your uneven breaths. he begrudgingly drops his eyesight, to the dropping curve of your waist meeting your hips. his finger lifts, absentmindedly drawing along said dip. your brows crook upwards at the teasing touch, goosebumps rise in the wake of.

his finger moves north, finding the strap of your bra. he stares with a look you cant quite read, before abruptly breaking the heated silence. "its not a sin to look...its...its natural." he says with a clear of his throat, flicking the flimsy strap gently back to your warm skin.

you nearly ask him to repeat himself, unbelieving michael; the most timid man youve ever met, is asking you to take your bra off.

you blink, before nodding, hands reaching to unclasp the garment.

your eyes drop. frankly, scared to see michaels reaction.

the brisk air hardens your nipples, michael watches silently.

"youre...youre beautiful." he mutters.

you swallow thickly.

you feel him shift under you, sitting up, soon his hand on your back, breath on your neck. he pulls you closer to him, lips latching on your pulse as you whine.

finding his shoulders, you arch into his touch, causing a small groan to your neck.

as hes working his lips on you, you press your hips down on his once again.

in a slur of grasping hands, and desperation. you both ended up bare. michael truly didnt mean for it to come this far, but how could he reject the innate need for connection? lust? yes—sinful, but if you don't go all the way, it's technically not a sin.

for being a sinner, he sure does feel heavenly with you on top of him, cute wide eyes locked on his large, hard cock.

he watches through hooded eyes, as you bite your lip, your inexperienced fingers trace down his abdomen. before you can even land where you so desperately wanted to, michaels quick to catch your wrist in his hand.

his breath hitches at the lingering;teasing feel of you, as he looks up. you give him a deliciously curious gaze, he smiles, bringing your wrist to his lips, your perfuming whirring through his senses, before he presses a soft kiss.

"dont want you doin' all the work." he mumbles his flimsy excuse.

you buzz slightly at his words, nodding.

he uses his vantage on your arm to gently pull you down to meet his lips.

"i want you—all of you—i swear i do, but we oughta do it properly." his sigh fans across your pouty lips.

you nod again, deciding this wasnt a battle you wanted to fight at the moment, already content with how far youd managed to come.

he smiled softly at your easy acceptance. a long pause settles between you two, before michaels qauiet words redirect your attention.

"we could still...grind on each other. if youd like?" he says mousily. you light up instantly, nodding.

his hips raise tentatively, before youre quick to meet him, you slide his long length through your weeping folds in a swift motion.

michael gasps, hands quick to your waist.

a sharp whimper falls from both of your lips, as the burgundy tip catches on your entrance.

instinctively michael pulls your hips down slightly, nearly breaching your entrance, before the cloud of lust dissipates enough for him to move back an inch, opting to grind your pearl along him.

your mouth drops open at that, poor little hole clenching around nothing.

you brace yourself with your hands on his broad shoulders as you lift with his moves.

grinding back down, he moans out, head falling back slightly.

his leaky cock is blanketed in a sheen of your essence, he could weep watching your eager movements along him.

everything is warm, every move driven purely by adoration and adrenaline. he can already feel his release building up.

"please mikey...i want to feel you. i love you." you say abruptly, causing michael to whine.

"o—okay, jus'," his breath falters as you buck your hips quicker—you are a siren of desire, luring him into the depths of desire. "just the tip...its not full way...its not bad" he mutters, more so to convince himself, than you.

he raises from his laxed position on his elbows, to his palms, as you strainfully raise your hips over his cock.

he clutchs the bedsheets below him, as he lets you take him into your small grasp, aligning him up to your weeping hole.

the pearly white gates of heaven flash brightly through his mind, as he enters you. he can damn near hear the trumpets, over your shaky whimper.

this is what he was made for.

he lifts an arm to hug you to him, your tits pressing against him is the least of the overwhelming flood of you.

"please—oh god!" he cries out, his grip on you nearly bruising as he fights every single voice begging him to sink you fully down, in one quick succession. he wants oh so bad to burry himself in your tight gummy walls, and lewdly paint them white as you sigh seductively above him.

but he could never forgive himself—god would never.

but oh fuck you feel so good.

he moves you up, then down ever so slightly. his mushroom tip fully immersed in you.

his eyes squeeze shut, before blinking open. he focuses on your withering figure against him. gaze dropping to your neglected bead, his other hand finds it. rubbing small quick circles.

you fall apart, the dam in your core combusts, washing over your exposed skin. lapping at the heightened nerves of your release, as you clench tightly around michaels tip.

he watches your wanton face, as it morphs through the fazes of pure ecstasy. hes never seen anything more beautiful.

he wants more, more of your love, of your touch, of your release. but he cant even adress those thoughts before his own finish line is crashed through.

he moves out of you—in a blink, he has your back to the matress, as his cum squirts along the expance of your stomach. he cries out, as he paints your soft skin milky white.

the devil has won.

a/n - ok u can totally tell this was written at 3am, please exuse the horrid writting; if you just dont read super in depth then all will be good!!!!

not proofread i am SO sorry lmao i can not for a life of me reread this nightmare, also sorry again if this is choppy i miggggggght be as high as the empire state, speazking of which trump made the knicks lose AUUGGGHHH. its ok tho mamdani will fix it mashallah knicks in 5

also sorry for my inactivity BUT IM DIALED IN ON ASKS!! when i wake up i promise ill pump out actually coherent pieces!!

im sure ill have post blunt clarity about this post later but wtv GOODNIGHT

[veliriumm]

submissive thriller mj has me SICKKKKKK him looking up at you when ur riding him with his big doe eyes saying “am i doing a good job mama?” such a pretty young thing getit hahahaha ..ngnnggg

suby!mike x softdom!fem!reader who just can't handle himself when you're riding him .ᐟ

youre concentrated on ridding, lifting your hips up and down on michaels impressive length, whilst all he can do is blubber and whine!

"p–please! mama, youre making me feel—so good!–" he grunts pathetically under you. his large hands trying to find purchase on your plush thighs.

your brows furrow as your legs strain, you grip tightly onto michael's shoulders as your rapid humping falters. "mikey, baby—help mama out." you meet his wide eyes as he quickly nods, desperate to pleasure you—aswell as himself.

he braces himself under you, gripping tightly onto the silky skin of your waist, before bucking into you.

you moan softly above him, which cause michael's hips to snap upwards quickly, his lustrous instincts puppeteering his body.

moans and whines fill the empty room, along with quick shlick–shlick–shlick.

poor baby can't help the tears that bubble in his waterline, your pussy just feels so good squeezing his leaky cock!

he glances up at you, watching your face contort with wanton moans as your hips meet his over, and over. his shaking hand wanders up to the swell of your breast, squeezing tightly. this makes your own hand leave his shoulder, overlapping his on your breast.

this causes another moan to tumble from your pouted lips, you glance down to the man. eyes hazy.

"am I doing a good job, mama?" he whimpers pathetically, bucking his cock in to your tight hole quicker.

"s–so good mikey! so good for mama!"

he grunted below you, arms moving around your waist to hug you too him. giving you more leverage to bounce, the tip of his cock ramming repeatedly into the spongey spot inside you, had your thighs buzzing.

"mama! please—oh god, I'm gonna cum!" he cried out helplessly beneath you.

you raise and drop quicker, slotting him in and out, in and out. your own finish beginning to wash over you, euphoric waves lapping at your senses.

michael vices his grip on your hips, faltering your movements as he burries himself in you.

you feel the warm spurts of his release paint your gummy walls, as he cries out.

you pull back enough to gaze down at him, a second later. he looked pathetic, watery eyes, pouty lips, face flushed burgundy.

"you did so well for me, baby."

a/n: shorter blurb, but i wanted to get something out today!! also not proof read so apologies!! thank you for all the love on 'back of your cadillac'! more works in the making!!

if you'd like to see anything specific, don't be shy, make a request!! ♡

[veliriumm]

borrowing isnt a crime .ᐟ

based on this comment by my sexy @rainyydazer

smuggling michael into your house, while dodging the preposterous amount of paparazzi and fans wasnt exactly what you wanted to be doing an hour before you leave for an important shoot. but, of course you crumbled under the mans whiney pleas.

please! y/n, all the hiltons and marriotts are occupied, because of the show! im sure the hotel is going to kick me out, if i don't leave!"

sure, michael mightve fibbed just a little bit—yes he was still climbing the fame latter, but no hotel in their right mind would kick michael jackson out, even for the rowdy fans raising hell in the lobby; which he has no control over. its not his fault he was spotted! and could you really blame him for calling for your help, when you look so good.

"mikey!" you whined, hands pushing against the man's chest as his lips attack your skin.

"you" kiss "look" kiss "so" kiss "beutiful, baby." he whispers into the crook of your neck. he finally lets up when he catches a glimpse of your flushed face, grinning he pulls back as you huff.

he knows you're not really annoyed with him, so he makes no effort to apologize for bombarding you. he totally doesnt like leaving you hot and bothered, why would you suggest that?

your security guard in the driver's seat, awkwardly clears his throat as he pulls into the driveway, minutes later.

michaels quick to get out, "wait!" he says as he shuts the door behind him, your brows furrow in confusion before turning to your door. hes already opening it for you, before your hand can land on the handle.

you look up at his cheesy grin, as he offers his hand to help you out, you cant help the small smile you attempt biting back.

security it quick to grab michaels show outfit, suitcase, and other miscellaneous items from the trunk—as mike guides you into the house, hand finding purchase on the small of your back.

"you could totally fly out once the shoots done! night flights aren't bad." michael whines, as he turns to his side, head resting on his hand as he watches you quickly pack pajamas into a small suitcase.

"youre so clingy, michael." you sigh, moving to your closet. "how are you ever gonna function having a girlfriend, if you're like this as a friend." you say, quieter, as you reach for a silk slip dress.

michael doesnt reply. he knows now is definitely not the time to attempt a change at the verdict of your...friendship.

its never the right time.

it doesnt help that now, sex is involved. plausible deniability is out of the window.

he shrugs when he meets your annoyingly knowing gaze.

your gaze lingers, shadowed by a fog of flashing emotions michael cant read from his spot on your bed. hes almost sad when it drops.

"plus, I already rush myself on shoots anyways, I wanna enjoy new york, even if its for a few days!" you say with a lighter tone.

he would rather you enjoy it with him. he bites his lip, nodding shortly.

his lips upturn, though, when he thinks of being in your home, your space for a few days—uninterrupted.

"whats got you smiling?" you inquire, zipping the case shut.

"I get to spend time alone in your house, I like snooping." he giggles quietly.

you lightheartedly roll your eyes. "youre like a perv in a pantie shop."

that earns a belly laugh from michael, as he sits up.

he moves next to you, hoisting your surprisingly heavy bag over his shoulder. "jesus, girl, what you got in here?" he grunts quietly as you giggle behind him.

"ill see you on tuesday, alright? dont mess my house up too bad, please." you smile gently, hand finding michaels bicept.

he laughs softly, nodding. a long pause falls over you. before its quickly snuffed out by mikeys lips embracing yours.

you kiss back, before pulling away. matching his silent longing look, before turning to the open passenger door.

"have a good trip!" michael says, less sure than he'd wanted.

michael hardly knew what to do with himself in the eerily silent home. socked feet padding around the foyer, humming to make the quietness ease up.

silence was a rare resource in his life, and for good reason, hes realizing.

he cant stop thinking about your pouty lips, your laugh, the melting gaze you'd give when he touched you, the feeling of your hips under his bruising grip as he fucks into you.

call captain hook—he was a lost boy.

how he ended up in your dimly lit room, hands shifting through your pantie drawer—he couldn't answer, but this was the predicament he placed himself in.

fingers soothing over the various cotton laces, of all different colors—michael can feel his cock straining against his jeans.

the thought that all of these flimsy little panties sit so snug against your pussy, makes his breath sputter in his chest.

his shaky finger loops onto a practically see through, light blue lacy one. the thought of you owning something so provocative makes jealousy flutter his heart, but he has much more important buisness to get too.

your aroma fills his every sense, as he lays back against your sheets. the aroma of your existence craddles him gently; your perfume brushing past his nose, he closes his eyes, pretending its you; touching him, small hands trailing down his chest as you whimper and moan above him, pussy slotting him in and out of your warmth as you bounce.

he doesnt wanna open his eyes, but his shaky hands cant get his fly down blind.

his heart aches at the absence of his imagination, as he slides the metal down, button following.

hes quick to take his poor leaky cock out, giving it a pump, before he lifts his other hand, holding your panties, to his nose.

through the detergent sent, he can smell the faintest linger of you. it drives him mad.

shifting his hand, he wraps the cotton around his girth, a broken whimper falls from his lips, as he steadily starts pumping his length.

eyes closing, hes back to his lewd thoughts. a part of him hates the idea of you having to do all the work, but god he cant stop wondering what your face would look like when hes kissing your cervix.

he pumps faster

hed reach out, grasping your hips, halting your movements, so he could fuck into you.

his back arches slightly.

he knows. he knows you'd fall apart on him, but hed keep you upright, watching you whine and moan as he trusts quicker.

he whimpers, hand jerking quicker.

hed reach up, gently take your breast in his hand. squeezing just enough for your hand to fly over his.

hes so close, he moves the center of the cloth, were your pretty pussy sits, squeezing it over his tip

he can almost feel your gushy walls clenching his cock, hed thrust as fast as you needed, as fast as you needed to cum all over him.

he imagines your desperate hips raising and following to match his thrusts.

his eyes roll back

as your broken cry breaks the air, hed slam you fully down, feeling the warm, wet heaven tighten relentlessly against him.

he gasps.

his cum would shoot directly into you, filling you as full as he could.

his cum spirts all over your panties, darkening the light blue.

he watches his cum drip slowly—tauntingly down the softening length of his cock.

his gasps are raged, as he blinks his eyes fully open to see the mess hes made.

𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯

he knows this is wrong, but hes been withering in sin as of late, so truly how bad is this?

he places the wet, folded panty in the drawer, under a few to blend it back in.

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a/n: holy lost in the sauce. errr, enjoy!!

also not proofread!! you totally cant tell i met the limit for pictures in a post, totally not, right?? anyways wrote this on the beach and was highkey blind writing for a solid half of this, so sorry if it reads weird!!

PPLEAASEE MAKE MORE REQS I LOVE THEM PLZPLZPLZPLZ

[veliriumm]

♡ . — ꒰ michael jackson - master list .ᐟ ꒱

perv!bsf!mikey 𐔌՞ ܸ.ˬ.ܸ՞𐦯

he tries so hard to be a gentleman .ᐟ 18+

what mikey would do before he fucked you .ᐟ 18+

borrowing isnt a crime .ᐟ 18+

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others

back of your cadillac .ᐟ 18+

[veliriumm]

i BEG of you to make a sequel to the can they make a compromise mj x reader fic yr writing is SOOOO GOOD

and maybe make it that mike is so messed up from how good just the experience was even (if it was the just the tip) that he obsesses over it for days(maybe there a little questioning faith idk) so he devises a plan to present reader with a promise ring as to justify going all the way with her since he’s so certain he’s gonna marry her in the future the ring helps him get over his mental block with intimacy.

also also maybe a little guilt with comfort ofc

vow to me,

my soon to be 𝜗𝜚.

⤷ ゛part 1 ˎˊ˗

pairings: bf!michael jackson x reader .ᐟ

content warnings: inacurate religious themes, raw p in v, coercion if you squint, sweetie baby mike & reader (ゝω・´★), shit pacing but when is it not LMAO, loss of virginity

a/n: holy shit anon, if you dont start writing....im drooling, also I kinda went off the req so forgive me aauyggh

wc: idek honestly

𝜗𝜚...

the night had gone exactly as michael had hoped—you looked as beutiful as ever; in the gorgeous dress he had bought the day prior, at a nice candlelight dinner, where you even recreated his favorite spaghetti scene in lady and the tramp with him! (ignoring the fact that you only faltered after his incessant begging, also ignoring his hatred for the dish.)

gleaming up at him with those adorable sparkling eyes, as you spoke about whatever nonsense happened at the dior store earlier, had michaels heart skipping a few beats. hes sure hes never wanted anything more in his life.

you. as his beutiful, sweet, loving wife—who hed take out on more dates, such as this. a wife who would warm his house with your regularity, clothes in the drawers, your toothbrush keeping his company. coming home from rehearsals to your food, to your laugh, to you.

it takes your hands waving infront of his eyes to snap him out of the daydream that he was hoping wasnt far.

god guide him through, you made this so difficult for him to remain calm.

𝜗𝜚

taking the opportunity with his position on his knees, infront of you, michael wiped his sweaty palms one last time on his expensive linen suit pants, as he reached inside his pocket

"michael, what are you doing?" you inquired, with a tilted head.

you see the small nervous smile on the man's face—your attention, however, is quickly turned to the box being opened to reveal a small glittering ring.

anything you were about to say, dies on your tongue.

tears tug at your resolve, as you lock eyes with michael, whos drenched in nerves.

"y/n," he starts, swallowing thickly as he readjusts the box in his hand. "you are by far the best thing that has walked into my life, I wouldn't be who I am today without you being there, supporting me through all of it."

his free hand reaches for your knee, "i wish it wasn't to soon to propose, as you are everything I want and need. but I recognize the time isnt quite here yet." he gazes down to the ring, as maintaining your gaze chokes him up.

he slides his hand off your knee, taking it to the ring, before quietly presenting it to you.

"but, I hope this ring can be our own vow, for now. a vow that when the time comes, I can replace it with the promise of marriage. a vow to you, to us."

you can barely see the man through the watery tears, "yes, yes michael." you hiccup.

"oh baby." michael purrs, leaning up to kiss your tear ridden cheek, as he slides the jewlery onto your ring finger.

as you admire the dainty band hugging your finger, michaels eyes bore onto you. jesus, you look so beautiful.

large palms softly move up and down your thighs, you look to mike, wiping the mascara bubbling under your eyes with the back of your hand.

"sorry." you mumble with a small smile, which he matches. shaking his head.

"never knew you would look this good cryin." he says simply, but the words send warmth to your spine.

you finally get a full good look at michael, on his knees infront of you, hands smothing over your plush thighs.

you swallow.

warmth sinks into your belly as his fingers drift further up the spance of your skin.

locking eyes with Michael, you see a glint of something devilish—lustrous.

you bite back the small smile threatening to rise, as you glance down to the very noticeable tent in his pants.

experimentally, you raise your socked foot, reaching it to ever so slightly make contact with his buldge.

in the quiet you hear the smallest groan, a new shiver finds its way slicking down to your abdomen.

you press further, gently pawing.

"baby." michael says suddenly, his breath is shaky as he commands your eyes to his.

"what, mikey?" you say, almost sickeningly sweet, knowing what he's gonna say before he does.

in a blink his hand grips your ankle, pausing the slow, taunting press of your foot.

"you know... you know what you do to me, baby." he pauses, using the leverage of his grip on you, to bring your shin to his lips, pressing a soft wet kiss to the skin.

"you make me feel like I'm on fire." he mutters.

"oh, yeah?" you tease slightly, an easy attempt at covering the buzz of nerves bottling in you.

he's half lidded eyes meet yours, and you feel like you might faint.

he moves, kissing your knee. "I made my vow to you,"

he shifts your leg over to fit his head between.

"I promised to you, to God, that I will make you my wife." he mumbles into the silk of your inner thigh, lips leaving goose bumps in their wake.

"that's enough, isn't it? what we have is so pure... if I vowed to you, it surely can't be a sin to love my soon-to-be." he rambles off, inching closer to your wet, clothed center.

"y- yes mikey... God, he—he knows, he knows our love!" you gasp as he suddenly pulls you.

youre ass meets the very edge of the mattress.

he looks...hungry.

greed tightens around his hands on you, as he spreads you infront of him.

"you love me, I love you. this—this is what were called on by god...make more of his children, this is human nature." his whispered breath fans over your core, causing you to clench desperately around nothing. you cant tell if hes convincing you, or himself—whichever one, you dont care, as you're only worried about how slow he's moving over your aching cunt.

"michael...please." you whine, nearly pathetically.

he looks up to you, keeping one hand on your thigh, he reaches over to your ringed hand, lifting it.

"ive never needed anything more." he kisses your knuckles, along with the ring. "let me be the one, I promise, angel, ill make you feel so good."

you're nodding before hes even finished with his words, which makes him smile gently.

your hand idles on your hip as you watch him eye your poor pussy, he moves up, pressing a tantalizingly slow kiss to your covered center. you arch slightly at the small contact, which makes him groan softly into you.

"please—take them off." he moves back, signaling to the panties annoyingly blocking him.

you're quick to shuffle them off, he helps by dragging them down your legs, as you readjust to the sudden exposure, he slips the soaked garment into his suit pocket.

he shocks you by his confident move to flatten his tongue against you, you let out a sharp moan.

he licks a few stripes down from your leaky hole, to your pearl.

everytime he blinks he sees himself; in the garden of eve—but instead of eve eating the forbidden fruit, its him, as Adam.

with every flick of his tongue, he can almost taste the luchiously rich fruit.

youre sweeter than anything hes ever had.

when he closes his mouth around you, sucking in rapid succession, he can see—feel the fruits juice leaking down his chin.

but he just simply, cant gen enough.

your pleads for him are muffled in his ear, as he let's his primal instincts guide him, his holy imagination washing over him, lapping softly at his movements, as he devours you wholly.

its only when plump thighs squeeze over his ears, does he open his eyes.

he can see from your fucked out gaze—youre close, he sticks his tongue against you, letting you desprately hump his face.

you cum with a loud moan, pressing your back to the sheets as you arch into him.

he groans, as a new flood of sweetness begs for entry to his mouth, which he gladly accepts. licking feverishly at your wet hole.

in a blink hes on his feet, wobly knees barely holding him, as he shifts to move over you. helping you up the bed, till your heads cradled by soft pillows.

his brain is telling him one thing, as you both move with an anxious uncoordination to strip naked—he needs to fuck you, till you know nothing but him, and the way he makes him feel.

hes so jaded by lust to even feel bad for thinking such vulgar and harsh thoughts.

as soon as he slides his boxers off, his lips are on you.

he fills your every sense as you taste yourself on his tongue. its so lewd, your cheeks burn.

he slows down just enough to bask in the sight infront of him. you splayed out in only what god blessed you with. his hands slowly move from your tummy, down to your knees to prop them away from eachother, as he plants himself between them.

you feel almost dazed at all of this, your eyes trace down his broad shoulders, his slim frame, down the small alleyways of abs, continuing south all the way down to him.

even though you'd seen it plenty before, it never failed to choke you up a bit at the mere size of him. especially when all of that was supposed to fit snug inside of you.

he meets your gaze, sensing your hesitation, he gently rubs your inner thigh. "we'll go slow, okay?"

"its jus' you and me. its alright" he says with a soft, reassuring smile, that eases the doubt in your stomach.

he adjusts the both of you enough to where hes lined up.

you can see the shaky inhales as he watches where you two are about to connect.

he looks up to you once more, you take a deep breath, before nodding.

he presses into your tight, wet, hole. you cry out at the large intrusion.

he leans down, kissing your flushed cheek, mumbling incoherent reassurance between groans as he tried sliding further in.

hes never felt anything like this, he feels everything yet nothing, as your tight entrance sucks him in further.

slowly he inches further and further into you, letting you adjust to him.

once hes fully in he let's out a whimper, hes begging with himself to not just cum in your poor hole so soon, but you just feel so good!

"t-tell me when—when you want me to move." he mutters, hands squeezing nervously at your hips to keep the both of you still.

you didnt even know he was capable of going that deep into you—you are almost sure he's in your lungs!

"youre so—so beutiful." he says more clearly, you cant help the small breathy giggle that leaves your lips, which eases michael slightly as he sheepishly grins back at you.

"okay, you can move." you say after a pause, bracing yourself.

"jus' just relax for me, baby." he mumbles.

he pulls back half way, almost gasping at how your hole barely let him. he slides back in a little faster, causing the sweetest whimpers to fall from your pouty lips.

he pushes in and out of you, a few more times, before setting a steady pace.

he collapses over you, on his elbows as you wither under him.

your arms grasp him in a tight hug, he let's himself lower into your warm damp body, as he thrusts slowly.

how could god ever deny this. michaels sure god would change his mind if he heard the lovely whimpers leaving you, with every rock of his hips back into your pussy.

"m—mikey, please—please go faster, I need you." you cried out.

something in michael flipped. he wanted to be a gentleman to you so bad, but fuck, hes learning his resolve cant withstand your breathy pleads.

"yeah? f—faster?"

you nod, lips pouting

he adjusts on his knees, pulling back to sit upright, he can't seem to find a good angle, so he grabs your ankles, in hopes that putting them on his shoulder would help him out.

help him out indeed, you're almost screaming out in pleasure as the tip of his leaky cock bullies your cervix at his angle.

his hips drive into almost animalisticly, sliding in and out,in and out of your weeping cunt he can barely contain himself.

you arch, gripping tightly on anything you can find purchase on as the boy, who 30 minutes ago, was the gentless, kindest man you'd ever meet, fucks you silly.

the band in your stomach is impossibly wretched tight, threatening to snap with every desperate thrust into you.

michaels a whimpering and grunting mess above you, sweaty hands grasping at your legs as he piledrives his hips forward.

you can tell by the increasingly sloppy strokes, his finish is soon to come aswell.

"please—c-cum with me, mikey!" you beg out, gripping his arm wrapped around one of your thighs.

"oh baby—you're gonna—gonna make me cum!" he grunts out, through the crashing waves of pleasure, he finds your hand.

holding it tightly, he thrusts harder, chasing his end as you squeeze your thighs together.

"im—im gonna-" youre cut off by the band snapping in your stomach. ecstasy instantly flushes every sense.

michael topples over into your chest, hips humping half heartedly as he let's out a sharp whimper. "i—I love you, imgonnacum, ill make you—make you my wife!"

he cries out, hips sputtering to a stop, as he shoves himself fully inside you. painting your insides intimately white.

you both gasp for air, as you come down from the once unimaginable high.

once both of you steady out, a comfortable silence blankets the both of you. the soft hum of the ceiling fan rhythmic swirling in the back, the soft mouthy breaths leaving both of you.

you lift your hand, tangling your fingers in his damp curls.

you smile silently to yourself, before speaking.

"I think its only fair we get you a ring, aswell."

a/n: holy shit balls, ANYWAYS—not proofread, also i just absolutely dogged this out at 2am so forgive me if it reads that way, ALSO apologies for the hiatus!! I plan on being much more active lol, writers block kicked my ass—also I plan on expanding to more fandoms, so my mj girls, dont be alarmed!! I still love yall and will gladly write for this fine ass man. lmk ur thoughts down below and make some reqs on what u wanna see!! love you