i feel like ego (bllk) would not be a eater, he would refuse to eat you out bc he thinks itâs âdumbâ or to âvulgar.â but on the other hand lavinho..? oh bby he EATS.
HELLO!!!!!!
ego⌠smhâŚto think heâd be a great eaterâŚ.
now lav on the other hand?? #yes i know deep in my soul heâs messy as hell. AND he loves smacking your ass when youâre sitting on his faceâ
SUMMARY: You, wearing a summer dress, playing Twister, with Michael. Doesn't that sound so tempting?
PAIRING: Michael x fem!reader
ERA: Thriller
WORD COUNT: 1,6k.
WARNINGS: sub!Michael, soft dom!reader, oral (male receiving), fingering, girl on top, smut with feelings.
NOTHES FROM AUTHOR: Such a long time since I wrote smut, anyway enjoyyyy!
There he is, in quite an awkward position, bodies so close he knows you can hear his heart hammering against his chest. He has his hand close to your hip, his body towering over yours. Michael makes a big effort on not crushing you down, and it gets so difficult because he swears thereâs a spark on your eyes heâs never seen before, but heâs too scared to ask.
Too scared to act.
At first it was an innocent afternoon of board games, something youâve done before, in his very-own bedroom. Yes, you were really close, the co-writing partnership overstepped the professional barrier. Yes, you were his best friend now, and used to stay at Hayvenhurst for long periods of time, even his family wondered if you two were something. Yes, you both kissed two weeks ago after his studio sessions - a desperate, needy kiss in the middle of the night right when everyone had left and it was just you and him.
But you never talked about it. Michael always slipped away and when you wanted to ask what it meant, you always had to leave for whatever reason it was.
So this was it, you already decided on it. And he was nervous as fuck.
âYour turn,â you say, turning the spinner and taking him out of his own trance.
Left hand. Yellow.
Which happens to be between your bare thighs. And you happen to wear a summer dress, what a wonderful coincidence. You chuckle.
Michael trembles, not because of his weight, but because of the turnout of events. He looks at you, excitement bright in his gaze. He wants to do it. He wants to touch you.
And you wait.
And then, he regrets thinking about it. Heâs too shy to make a move.
âSomething wrong?â you ask, playing innocent.
Michael exhales, licking his lips. He looks right back at you and shakes his head.
âNo, nothingâŚâ
âYou sure?â
He nods, but he canât really help himself. He is still shaking, and you wait - and wait again the long seconds for him to place his damn hand on the fucking yellow circle. Or better, between your legs.
Thereâs too much going on his mind right now.
He wants you.
He just doesnât know how to have you.
So he slips his knee on purpose, he quickly rolls over so he doesnât crush you, and you sit down on the mat. You sigh, frustration taking all over you. Michael is sprawled out, looking at the roof, sorting his thoughts when you sit on his lap, the weight of your ass lay on his body.
âMichael-â
âWhat-â
You both begin at the same time.
He looks at you as if youâve grown two heads, but he keeps his mouth shut and letâs you speak.
âI like you, I want you so bad youâve no idea,â you whisper. âTell me you want this too.â
Michael swallows.
Is this some kind of dream? You, on top of him, eyes wide with desire but at the same time looking at him so dearly. The rays of sun breaking through the curtains create a halo around you, so ethereal he thinks he finally made it to heaven. He observes every detail on your face. The beauty of your nose, those lips he always wanted to taste, those cheeks he used to pinch just to annoy you, and your eyes⌠God, your eyes⌠He canât stop thinking about them and how they shine when you look at him.
He says nothing, so you lean over and kiss him.
Finally.
He gasps in your mouth and you roll your hips, grinding against his crotch and he muffles a word you canât really understand because you devour him wholly. Completely, with tongues and teeth. All the tension building up the past weeks melted into the intimacy of your body dancing over his. Michael doesnât move at all, he just lets you set the pace and he happily tastes you back. Just a kiss has him growing harder in his pants.
You pull back, only to catch some air.
âTell me to stop and I will,â you mumble against his swollen lips.
âI donât want you to stop,â he answers so softly as he finally finds his voice.
You bite your lip and kiss the sensitive skin of his neck, he shivers as you whisper. âGood, âcause I wasnât planning to anyway.â
You continue the assault on his skin, he tilts his head back, exposing himself even more. Chills run over his body, the temperature of the bedroom rising up. He lets out a broken moan when you bite him just a little and fuck, it makes your panties wet..
You buck your hips one last time and reach out for his belt, pulling down his grey pants and undies to reveal his hardness. You feel him with your hand, rubbing his tip with your thumb. He bucks his hips unaware, but this is the effect you have on him.
âOh, youâre so ready for me,â you purr and he covers his face with a hand, but he doesnât stop you.
A dirty smile curves your lips as you go down and take him in your mouth without any warning. Tongue runs softly, hand grabbing what you canât take further. You go slow, humming at his taste. Michael hisses between his breaths, itâs so good. So fucking nice. He canât look down, but oh lord, he is enjoying the warm, wet cave your mouth is and wonders if your pussy will feel like this - so delightful and heavenly. So close to that sweet release he craves only during his lonely nights when he thinks of you⌠His fantasy is broken when you stop, straddling his hips once again.
He feels your hands taking his wrists to reveal his flushed face.
âDonât cum yet,â you say it so sweet he automatically nods, losing all control over himself.
Heâs so hard right now he feels like exploding.
Michael wants everything.
He wants to be inside you, he wants to fuck you so hard, he wants to make love to you, he wants to bite your breasts, he wants to kiss every inch of your body, he wants you to do whatever you want to himâŚ
But he wonât voice it out.
He canât talk more than a weak sentence. âI wanna please you.â
âWanna have me ready for you, big boy?â you tease with a smirk and take his hand between your thighs.
Panties aside, you walk him through it. His fingers rub your folds in a gentle stroke, a moan past your lips. His fingertips find your clit and you grind your hips over his big hand and your body shakes. Oh, how you love his huge hands. He makes a motion with his finger, teasing your entrance, but he doesnât go past that. He doesnât want to hurt you, but you grab his wrist. At this point you're desperate.
âCâmon, slide it in.â
You order. He obeys.
In a shy, soft move, he rubs his finger inside your walls and you practically fuck yourself on his finger. And God, he loves the view, how your eyes roll and bite your lip between soft whimpers. You ask him for a second finger and he stretches you out. Youâre so close to your climax that you force yourself to stop and fix yourself on top of him, your wet sex rubs over his hard cock.
âPlant your feet on the ground, lift your legs, donât thrust up,â you instruct.
Once again, he does as you say and you sink down on him. Both of you groan.
Your hands instinctively grab at his wrists, guiding his palms to his sides, where he canât touch you. Michael is powerless under your grip. He finds out to adore that.
You begin to roll your hips.
âHowâd you feel?â you ask him.
âPerfect,â he whispers.
âGood,â you lean down and kiss his lips, he tastes himself on your lips but he doesnât care. He finds it so hot.
And when you fuck yourself on his cock, hard, hungry, he loses it.
Michael doesnât move, he just takes your bounce, hands tightened in fists. Heâs dying to touch you, so starved but plays with it, giving into you with his body and soul.
The room is filled with the sound of your ass hitting on his thighs driving him insane. The warmth of your pussy is everything he asks for. But you, oh you- youâre always a sight for sore eyes. Thatâs what he loves the most. The sensation of your heat, your lips swollen and rounded on every moan, mixing with his own grunts and whimpers, and submitting to your control. Heâd do this every single day, every night. Heâd just let you have him however you wanted.
Tension builds up, he tries to hold on, distracting himself with the stupidest things in mind as you fuck yourself on his cock. He counts to ten, but thatâs how far he can go, so he abruptly lets go, hips thrusting up and curses falling off his lips. The sunlight stills over your skin, an angelical view. Your sloppy, erratic hips milk him as you cum with a broken moan, the grip on his wrists softens, body collapsing on top of him.
Michael finally wraps his arms around you, caressing your back in a gentle caress.
âHowâd you feel?â he breathes out.
âBetter,â you answer, bright eyes on him. âBetter now that Iâm with you.â
He smiles. âSo, can we do more than a kiss now?â
michael whispers to you, remnants of his usual sing-songy tone slowly washing away. youâre in tiny, linen, rucked up shorts wrapped prettily around your legs, planting your knees on either side of michaelâs thigh.
sweetness and heat pools low in your stomach when the thick muscle underneath you comes in firm contact with your sensitive folds, sending electric shocks right to your clit. your boyfriend is still in one of his bedazzled stage outfits, his normally pretty eyes now hidden behind his aviators.
you shyly look up at michael, your hands finding their way to his shoulders, the sequins of his jacket digging into your fingertips. he just hums in approval, bottom lip wedged between his teeth, hands cradling your face before settling them on your hips. âcute girl.â
the only thing he got rid of are the gloves, and you canât be more thankful. you love seeing his bony, long fingers engulf your sides with ease. without a word, michael slowly drags you over his thigh, and you can feel yourself go delirious, your clit on fire, achingly empty entrance fluttering.
âwon eight awards tânight,â he murmurs, eyes behind his sunglasses transfixed on your glassy eyes and puffy, parted lips. your breath hitches in your throat, your little mewls thrumming in the air whilst your boyfriend moves you back and forth like a doll over his thigh. âarenât you gonna show me how proud you are of your man? how good you can be to him?â
michaelâs voice sounds teasing, and you can feel the wetness leak out of you. in one sudden motion, michaelâs strong hands let go of your hips, and with that, that delicious stimulation to your clit also ceases.
âmichael, noââ
instinctively, you grind down on michaelâs thigh, trying to sedate the burning desire within you. and michael just watches you like a hawk, smiling lazily, arms resting behind his head like heâs a fucking king. âgo âhead, baby, show me then.â
a/n: i loveeeeeee over the clothes stufff smmmmmm. more than sex
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"You're so pretty. Go on. Say it. Say you're pretty." You cooed, taking him gently between your fingers. Each sweet mwel you managed to coax from his parted lips sounded like music to your ears.
"Baby, c-c'mon.." he pleaded from behind his huge hands covering his face.
Without reply you simply looked at him expectantly, taking him apart with just your gaze.
A crooked sigh raked out from between his lips, "I'm pretty.."
"Again, mikey." You purred, allowing the mix of slick, sweat and spit to aid in the tentative taking apart of the man before you.
"I'm pretty.." he whined. Over and over he recited, almost like a chant. A chant that maybe would grant him endless pleasure if he said it enough.
Sweet kisses were then planted along his neck, some long, some short, all carrying the same weight. "The prettiest, most hansome angel in the world." You added through each kiss sprinkled along his neck and cheeks.
How i felt writing this:
I had to cut it tf off so quick i got so embarrassed
⎠â â summary: gentlemen can still get their dicks sucked. michael thinks heâs exempt because youâre too pretty. AHNT! wrong.
⎠â â smut, oral sex (male receiving), a very shy and flustered michael because I genuinely donât think heâd be any way else at this age, female reader. wrote this with the âitâs wonderful day!â interview in mind.
Michael isn't sure how he got in this predicament.
One second she'd been curled against him on the bed, tracing lazy shapes against his chest while the television hummed quietly somewhere in the background. The next, her lips were brushing against his ear, soft and plush and devastatingly warm, whispering something sweet as melted honey that made his stomach flip straight into his ribs.
He didn't even fully process the words, only the feeling of all the blood from his head rushing straight to his pants.
A featherlight breath against his skin.
A little kiss tucked just beneath his ear.
The way her voice wrapped around him slow and warm, making him melt before he even realized he was melting. And somehow after that, she was on her knees between his legs.
Michael sat frozen at the edge of the mattress, staring down at her with wide brown eyes while she looked up at him like he'd hung the stars himself. The lamp beside the bed washed everything amber gold, catching in the blush already flooding his cheeks and the nervous shine of his bitten lips.
She looked downright lovesick.
The kind of gaze that made his pulse scramble like frightened birds in a cathedral. Her pupils looked enormous beneath her lashes, soft and syrupy and practically heart shaped with how fond she seemed of him. It made him duck his head immediately, one hand flying up to cover his face as a helpless laugh escaped through his trembling fingers.
âBaby..â he laughed weakly, voice embarrassingly breathless. âDon't look at me like that...â
âWhy not?â
ââCause...â He peeked at her through his fingers only to instantly regret it when she smiled. âYou know why.â
Her hands settled on his thighs then, thumbs smoothing absent little circles against the fabric of his jeans while his knees twitched under her touch. Michael inhaled sharply, shoulders pulling inward with shy tension as she started inching upward, slow enough for him to want to instinctively close his thighs as his stomach tightened when her fingers brushed his belt.
âCan I taste what's in here, angel face?â she spoke softly, tilting her head.
Michael made the tiniest strangled sound. Immediately his head tipped back with embarrassment, curls tumbling across his forehead. âDon't say things like that..â
âLike what?â she asked, all faux innocence and sparkling eyes.
âThose cute names when you're being..â He swallowed hard. â..dirty.â
A grin tugged at her lips. âI think you like it.â
Michael shook his head too fast to be believable. âN-no! Iâm a gentleman.â
âLiar.â Her fingers hooked lightly into his belt loops now, teasing without actually pulling. The anticipation alone had him squirming beneath her touch, one leg bouncing nervously while he tried very hard to avoid looking directly at her.
It didn't help that she looked beautiful like this.
Too beautiful, and the thought escaped before he could stop it.
âYou're too pretty to be down there..â he murmured, voice barely above a whisper. âMessin' with something so.. perverted.â
She blinked up at him, trying not to laugh. âPerverted?â
Michael groaned softly and buried his entire face in both hands this time. âPlease don't make me repeat stuff.. Iâm really shy..â
The sound of her laughter was gentle, fond. She leaned forward just enough for her cheek to brush against his knee affectionately, and Michael nearly folded in on himself from the sheer tenderness of it.
âYouâre shaking, Mikey..â Her hands left his belt slowly.
For a second Michael thought maybe she'd noticed how overwhelmed he was getting. The poor boy could barely breathe correctly anymore, all flushed cheeks and twitching thighs and nervous little laughs muffled behind his hands.
But then she reached for one of them.
Michael peeked through his fingers just in time to see her guiding his larger hand into her lap, her own looking impossibly small wrapped around it. Long fingers. Elegant fingers. The kind that belonged behind piano keys beneath stage lights.
âMama..â he whispered, already embarrassed again.
She ignored him completely and instead, she turned his hand over gently and pressed a kiss to the tip of his thumb and Michael visibly melted.
Another kiss landed against his index finger.
Then his middle.
Then the next.
Slow little kisses. Unhurried and affectionate enough to make his pants feel unbearably tight. Michael stared down at her in stunned silence, lips parted slightly while heat crawled all the way down his neck. This was almost worse than the teasing because it was too sweet. Way too sweet.
His thighs shifted restlessly beneath her as she kissed the tip of his pinky last, eyes never leaving his face onceâ she was watching every single reaction bloom across him in real time.
Michael tried to hide again instinctively, but she still had his hand still holding him there. Her gaze dropped briefly and she took his longest finger gently between her lips, and Michael forgot how to breathe for a solid three seconds because all he could focus on was her mouth.
The softness of it. The shine of it. The way her plush lips looked wrapped around his finger while she looked back up at him through her lashes. She started sucking, bobbing her head up and down on the digit as her tongue swirled a little too good around the flesh.
Michael sucked in a shaky breath so suddenly it almost sounded painful. His free hand immediately covered his face again, utterly overwhelmed.
âHoh, God..â he laughed weakly into his palm, voice trembling around the edges. His thighs tried to cave inward again, only stopping because she was still between them.
And she looked entirely too pleased about that fact.
This time her hand slid upward, fingers disappearing into the curls at the nape of his neck gentle and possessive in the softest way possible. She tugged him downward carefully, and Michael followed without resistance, folding toward her like he was helpless against gravity whenever she touched him like this. One of his hands caught against the mattress beside her head to steady himself.
He looked unbearably pretty up close with his flushed cheeks, heavy lashes and hips parted slightly from nervous breathing.
And still shy. Still hiding little fragments of his face from her whenever she looked at him too lovingly for too long. Her thumb brushed along his jaw and Michael's eyes fluttered shut the second her lips met his.
When she pulled back barely an inch, his eyes opened slowly. Dazed. She smiled at him so fondly it nearly finished him off right there. âCan I make you feel good, my angel?â she asked softly.
He ducked his head immediately, forehead nearly falling against her shoulder while a breathless giggle escaped him in pure embarrassment. âYou already are..â he mumbled shyly.
Moments of movement and shuffling pass before Michael's breathing is completely uneven now.
Every inhale came sharp through parted lips, every exhale trembling back out because he couldn't quite steady himself anymore. His face stayed turned away half the time, curls falling over his eyes while little helpless sounds kept slipping from him no matter how hard he tried to swallow them down.
âMm.. mmâbaby.. babyââ The words barely even sounded intentional. More instinct than speech as his fingers flexed uselessly against the sheets beside him before curling tight enough to wrinkle the fabric. A second later they were in his hair instead, tugging lightly at the curls near his temple while he whines under his breath in disbelief. A completely overwhelmed sound, genuinely not able process how good this felt.
Her tongue swirls around the sensitive head of his pretty mauve flushed brown tip, the wet warmth of her mouth enveloping him completely. Her small hands grip his base firmly, matching the rhythm of her mouthâs movements.
Michael squeezed his eyes shut again, brows pulling together while another soft moan escaped him, quieter this time. Almost ashamed of itself with pink flooding across his cheeks, lips parted helplessly and chest rising too fast beneath the open collar of his shirt.
Every little reaction crossed his face openly before he could hide it. And god, he kept trying to hide it. Every time a sound slipped out, heâd duck his head immediately afterward, one hand covering his mouth like maybe he could physically stop himself from making another. It never worked.
âPlease..â he whispered at one point, though it didn't even sound like protest. More like he was overwhelmed by the sheer intensity of being wanted this way.
Her mouth is filled with the prettiest cock sheâs ever hadâ slender but long, with a graceful curve that hits the back of her throat perfectly. And such a precious shade of cooked honey, the head thick and smooth. His pelvic area is impossibly smooth, completely hairless and perfectly groomed. She can see every detail of his erection without obstruction; the way his shaft rises from the clean shaven pelvis as her hands run over his smooth pubic bone, feeling how soft the skin is stretched tight over the area.
Another broken little moan caught in his throat.
Michael swallowed hard afterward, eyes glassy when they fluttered open again. He looked almost distraught from pleasure alone now.
âThis is so..â He exhaled shakily, unable to finish the sentence.
Dirty.
Dirty and deply intimate in a way that made his stomach twist itself into knots. Michael looked almost painfully pretty like this. Completely unraveled by tenderness and desire all at once. Every soft sound leaving him admittedly was very pathetic and he couldn't understand how heâd ended up here at all. With a beautiful girlfriend who likes, noâloves him enough to put his.. thing in her pretty mouth. Theyâve been intimate before this, but heâs still so shy when they do fool around heâs just like this every time. He hasnât even seen what in between her legs looks like yet but heâs felt it before with his fingers.
A particularly shaky moan slipped out of him then, and he immediately groaned afterward biting the knuckle of his pointer finger. âI can't hold it.. I can't hold it..â he mumbled weakly against his skin, mortified. But even then his thighs trembled.
Michaelâs breath stutters as his entire body tightens for a brief, helpless second before he loses whatever shaky control heâd been holding onto. He sits up almost involuntarily, pulled by instinct more than thought and immediately folds forward over her, shoulders hunched, curls falling around his face as he cradles her head with both hands. Heâs cumming.
âLordâhave mercy..â
His fingers press gently into her hair, careful not to mess it up too bad while his forehead dips close. He tries to steady himself against her, a soft broken sound caught in his throat, as he stays there feeling her tongue roll against the underside of his dick. He.. doesnât quite know how to come back down from the intensity except by holding on.
And thatâs what he does until he bashfully lets her pull away, a big flirty smile on her face as she wipes the corner of her mouth.
âWhat? Donât look at me like that..â His little accent is thicker now.
âWeâve been dating for months and youâre still so precious! Come hereeeee~! ⪠â She chirps going in to tickle him, to which he preemptively starts screaming.
could you pls do a fic or one shot of sub!michael eating reader out? đĽšđĽš w/ some overstim as well
ofc loveđĽš
sweet (oneshot)
pairing: michael jackson x fem!reader
contains: sexual content, oral fem!receiving, sub!michael, overstim, michael calls reader âmamaâ, and âangelâ.
1983
âlike this, mama?â michael says, circling his tongue around your clit. moans spill out of your mouth, your hand tightly gripping his curls, âf-fuck yes, michael, keep goingâ
he kitten licks your pussy, your legs starting to shake. quiet whimpers leave his mouth as you clench your thighs against his head. ây-you taste so good, angelâ he groans, licking up all of you.
âs-shut up, and keep g-going.â you moan, pushing his head deeper into your pussy. his moans vibrate against your clit, your eyes rolling back.
he keeps going, sucking and teasing your clit. âm-michael, f-fuck-â your head tilting back, âs-stopâ he keeps going, sucking your clit hard.
as you finish, your legs clench him hard again. âmm m-more mama, pleaseâ he moans, face deep in your pussy. you push his head away, but he stays still his tongue deep inside your folds.
your eyes roll back, legs shaking uncontrollably âp-please michaelâ his tongue twirls around your clit once more before latching onto it again.
he groans against you, your hands pushing his head away. he looks up at you, his face soaking ây-you taste so good angel.â his brown eyes scanning all over your pouting face.
he then looks down at his pants, âshit.â , before back up at you. âwhat?â you ask, still out of breath. he stands up slowly infront of you, before your burst out laughing. a visable wet spot is on his crotch.
âoh stop it, mama.â he says covering his face with his hands.
⚠࣪ Ë Off the wall â The cutest sub and inexperienced boy like ever. Poor baby would barely know what to do with you or himself and would just beg you to take over and make him feel good. :(( Heâd always be so sensitive, turning into a whimpering, stuttering mess just from a few touches. SUUPER shy. Will literally blush and hide himself so much just being shirtless around you. Donât even get him started when you dirty talk. Just hearing you say these filthy things just for him has him twitching and aching despite his whimpers telling you how dirty your words sound.
⚠࣪ Ë Thriller â Switch but subby leaning. Heâd be more experienced but would put your pleasure way over his. Heâd want his angel to feel so good all because of his touch. Heâs still a little shy, but not so shy that he wouldnât whisper little praises on how beautiful you look with his cock or fingers stuffed inside of you âĄ. Sometimes heâll let you take control and use him however you want, mostly riding him so he can still see the pretty faces you make when he hits that spot deep in you. No matter what, he still turns into a whimpering and moaning mess when you have your hands on him.
⚠࣪ Ë Bad â Soft!dom. He loves praising you, telling you how good you feel and how well youâre taking him. That shyness he used to have almost gone when youâre both alone. Heâs not rough with you though, always a gentleman. He LOVES missionary. Seeing how your tits bounce and head leans back while he fucks you. Heâs such an EATER. He craves to have his head between your legs and using that skilled tongue to lap at your dripping cunt. He would make sure to look up at you with those pretty eyes and see how blissed you look whenever he shoves one of those long fingers in your hole. đľâđŤ
⚠࣪ Ë Dangerous to Mature â Dom. Holy fuck this man would be so dominant during these eras. Remember that shyness that he used to have before? Yeah forget about it. Heâd, not even whisper, say the most filthiest things while ramming his cock inside of you. Heâd be such a good degrader too, especially when itâs been a frustrating day with the press on top of you teasing him. Heâs much rougher with you, having you borderline in tears from how good heâs making you feel. Heâs a heavily oral fixated guy, loving how beautiful you look trying to take all of him in your mouth while gagging with tears rolling down those pretty cheeks.
(I need every era of him inside of me asap.)
૮ ⤠⤠ŕžŕ˝˛á A/N : first drabble kinda nervous !! this is barely proofread so im sorry about any mistakes ,, icl this is the first time ive wrote explicit smut b4 đ
warnings: 18+ (mdni). this is fucking disgusting, detailed and explicit. donât wanna see minors in this bitch. oral (f receiving), pussy examination/pronouns/sniffing, panty nibbling. lots of cum. youâre disgusting and wet and itâs everywhere.
âlook at that, baby,â michael whispers in fascination, eyes fixed onto your twitching pussy. heâs kneeling between your legs, the back of your knees hanging over his shoulders. âso responsive tâme.â
his thick thumb rubs up and down your lips through the already soaked lacey material. your pussy breaches open around him like a flower, lips almost hanging out, and every time his finger strokes over your gaping, puffy hole, you feel more wetness drool out of you in slow, stringy drips.
âneed you so bad,â you beg back, voice high and needy. âso fucking bad.â
michael chuckles, lips merely inches away from your pussy. âyeah? i can tell princess,â the action sends a wave of heat over your skin. his hair tickles the insides of your thighs, and your legs are on the verge of closing around his head. âsheâs fucking dripping. so wet fâme, all mine.â
you can feel your slick spreading over the fabric of your panties while he noses through your folds like an obedient cat. âsmells so delicious, baby, fuck. gonna eat yâup.â
your legs shake every time the tip of his nose bumps over your clit, back arching off the bed as he presses a tiny kiss over the sloppy, wet material of your underwear, right over your empty, fluttering hole. âsheâs so good fâme. can only reward my best girl.â
and thatâs the moment his brown eyes flit up to yours. his tongue meets your clit through the thin fabric of your panties. your hips immediately shoot up from the bed, and you let out one, drawn out whimper.
the heavy weight of his tongue against your folds has your head lolling back into the mattress. âshit, mikey, iââ white spots flash before your eyes, unable to keep your eyes open due to the delirious friction from his tongue lapping up, sucking up, your essence.
âkeep feelinâ it, princess. thatâs it,â he praises you in between licks and soft nips to your clit, voice strained and broken. âcan taste you on the fabric, baby. shitââ
at this point, the material of your panties is so soaked and wet, it clings to your lips, perfectly outlining you through the lace while michael eats you out like a man starved. he alters between gentle nibbles at the fabric and nudges of his tongue into your entrance, only a thin layer of lace separating his tongue from your cunt.
âswear yâhave the cutest lilâ pussy iâve ever seen,â michael mumbles as he distances his face a little from your sex. the lace is so wet and creamy that it stays poking into your hole from where his tongue prodded into you just moments ago. he slides one light kitten lick over your clit. âpurrinâ for attention. donât worry angel, iâll give it to ya.â
âoh myâ youâre so nasty, mike,â you whine out, hips bucking up into the air before michael pushes you back down.
âfeel how i was juuust in there?â he pushes the thick tip of his middle finger right into the little dip his tongue made, slowly twisting his fingertip around at a maddeningly torturing pace, practically fingering you with a layer in between.
the touch of his fingers to your creamy, messy panties produces the echo of a squelching sound, like a sponge being wrung out, like honey sticking to his fingers. under the pathetically sodden fabric of your lace panties, your warm slick bubbles around your hole, your white cream mixing with his spit, dribbling over the crease of your opened thighs, meandering over the globes of your ass.
part of you feels ashamed of how filthy you are. how thick, slimey globs of cum just gush out of you with every contraction of your hole, and because of the barrier of your panties, it has no place to go. the only option to seep out the sides of the pantiesâ gusset, as if revealing a dirty secret of how aroused you really are.
âpretty, dirty girl,â the man beneath you praises, voice cracked open in admiration. âshould see how messy sheâs for me, baby. âs a fuckinâ work of art.â
later, when you find your panties thrown on the floor of the bedroom, you notice tiny, little, miniscule holes right around the middle part of the gusset.
âmikey, you nibbled on my panties. you ruined them!â you exclaim in disbelief, holding the pathetic excuse of what youâre supposed to call panties between your thumb and index finger.
BONUS (bc iâm disgusting)
when his fingers pry off your drenched panties, michaelâs eyes stay directed on the transparent, white strings extending from your drooling entrance to the sloppy lace material. âso messy yâare for me,â he says, lopsided grin on his face. âpush it out. wanna see.â
âsee what, mike?â
âsee this,â he holds up your panties, gooey remnants of your thick cum glued to the material. âwanna see it pour outta you, baby. up close.â
your bravery sickens you. you clench your abdomen together, gaping hole opening and closing as another sticky wave of white shyly oozes out of you. your face heats up out of embarrassment when you feel the cool, wet patch under your ass spread out.
you cover your face with your hands.
âdâawhh, baby. donât be shy,â michael places a kiss on top of your bare mound. âdonât be shy wâme. youâre so sexy when youâre being nasty for me.â he coos as he places another kiss to your pussy lips. âyâr just your mikeyâs nasty girl.â
whatâs worse, you feel warm drops of wetness dribble out of you again at his praise, right against his soft lips.
âfucking beautiful. look atâcha, pretty.â your boyfriend puckers your pussy lips together, trying to coax another glob out of your sex. instead, your tacky lips stick together, and michael peels them open again. âdonât want my baby down here poutinâ. gonna lick âer clean.â
youâre all mellowed out, his words not really getting to you. your chest keeps heaving, your skin coated with a thin filter of sweat, drool piling up at the corners of your mouth, trickling down your cheeks as you give yourself completely to michael. you just let it happen now.
heâs going to have his way with you, anyway.
this continues the entire night like so. michael just playing with your pussy, literally, whilst youâre trying not to go insane.
a/n: when heâs cleaning up your come with his tongue he flips you around to lick up those little meanders of sticky cum off of ur ass cheeks too btw! occasionally sucking purple marks on ur plump ass, cuz he likes to have a pretty view when he takes you from the back. and loves how you canât sit down cuz he stretched you out too much đ
pls educate me who tf is this qifrey guy and is he really that hot cause i'm hearing a lot of talk about him đ¤
i thought i sent this but it didnât even send đ
BUT HIIII!! so qifrey is a mc from witch hat atelier!! itâs a fantasy anime thatâs airing rn!! (think of little witch academia but 10x more complex)
heâs a sweetheart!! a v v kind mentor to his students and very handsome! (heâs like a mom lol)
cw: implied double penetration (sorry it was the best i could do âšď¸) use of they/them pronouns, brief blowjob at the beginning, masturbation (ryu jerking himself off), sae is kinda a sadist, also he's the dominant one, but not like shidou is subby or anything, he just follows whatever sae says
i do not like this one once i really wanted to write something with dp and not just an implied thing. however, this took too much of both mine and y'all's time, so i decided to post it already and move to the remaining days of kinktober. hopefully next year i'll prepare myself better so i can write greater things for everyone.
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sae thrusts his hips against your face, his tip nudging the back of your throat. he groans when you gag, satisfied with the black tears running down your cheeks.Â
he fucks your mouth like you're just his personal fleshlight, gripping your hair tightly to keep you in place and concentrated, still, you can't stop your eyes from wandering around and settling on the man behind his thighs, sitting on the bed while jerking off to the sight before him, a dirty grin curving his lips.
his hand goes up and down at a furious pace â you don't know how he hasn't come yet. the thought of him masturbating to you being used like a toy makes your cunt ache, clench around nothing, slick dribbling down your inner thighs. you wish to just have him inside you already.
abruptly, sae is tugging on your scalp to pull your mouth off him, a whimper slipping past your swollen lips.
"i've got no idea of what i should do with you." he crouches down to stare at your face, sharp eyes burning holes on your skin and suddenly you feel way too exposed â being watched by both the men in the room. sae's fingers grip your hair tighter. "you don't even deserve to suck my dick."
with his free hand, he wraps his fingers around your neck. meeting his eyes, you try to babble out an apology, but the shortness of breath caused by the tight grip on your throat makes it impossible.
"ha, i'd love to watch you cum on their face." ryusei moans, breathless and light-hearted â so shameless, you love it about him. slowly, the moves on his shaft decrease in speed before finally ceasing, the man standing up and walking towards you. "but let's go easy on them."
"go easy? they're the one who said they could handle us both." he loosens his grip around your neck, hand moving up to hold your cheeks this time, short nails digging in your skin. they stare at each other for a moment, sae's stern eyes settling on ryusei's amused ones. a whimper slips past your lips, easily drawing their attention back to you.
"why don't you fuck me already?" you press your thighs together, craving some friction and relief to your throbbing clit. both men stare at you with arched brows, silently asking whom you talked to. "any of you two..."
"oh, ain't you such a greedy little thing?" ryusei teases, face nearing yours and a pout on his lips like he's about to kiss you, his big, pink orbs so bright you could see your reflection in them. his thumb brushes your bottom lip. "i'd love to, y'know, but he's the one in charge here."
he points at sae with his eyes before rolling them back in fake annoyance, and you can't help but laugh softly at his antics. however, the younger man's sharp tone quickly bursts your bubble, and both of your gazes snap to him the moment his voice reaches your ears.Â
"ryusei, why don't you go lay on the bed?" again, they look at each other for a moment, sae's tired expression so hot you feel your stomach churning, core craving to be filled. ryusei quickly throws you a glance before pecking your lips, blinking and walking towards the bed.
"pff, wanting all the fun for yourself?" he plops himself on the mattress, both arms folded behind his head for support and a smirk on his lips. sae rolls his eyes - unlike the older, in true annoyance this time. he offers you his hand, which you willingly take, using it as leverage to stand. a squeal escapes you when he pulls you closer, pressing his body against yours, his firm chest against your soft breasts making you mewl.Â
he grabs the nape of your neck, lips crashing against yours and stealing the air from your lungs, his grip firm on your waist like a guarantee that you won't escape â not that you intend to, his hot tongue licking at every corner of your mouth as you melt in his hold.
he breaks the kiss with a light bite to your bottom lip, his nose brushing against the skin of your neck before he trails wet pecks down the column of your throat, hands slowly turning you around so he's facing your back â and from this angle, you can see shidou on the bed, fingers back to pumping his dick.Â
you can feel sae's gaze on your ass â a pervert indeed. his hard cock brushes against your butt, leaky tip smearing pre-cum all over your flesh and making you whine at the feeling, upset from being denied for so long.
"go on, ride him. i know you want it." he gently pushed you towards the bed, a genuine smile blooming on your lips at the thought of finally being filled, euphoria pumping inside your veins.
you crawl over ryusei's lap, arousal dribbling down your thighs and the man's hands are already holding your waist, helping you to get on top of him. his dick throbs against your palm, so thick your fingers barely close around it â the stretch surely is gonna be amazing, your hole flutters at the thought.
slowly, you sink in, your entrance struggling to take in his fat tip before it plops inside, the feeling of every inch going in is mind-blowing, you see stars behind your eyelids with his veins rubbing on your sensitive walls. you can't help the loud, satisfied moans from coming out, cunt hugging his cock tightly and it takes all in you to fit it all.
you give yourself a moment to breath, getting used to his size and the feeling of him deep in your guts, hazy eyes looking down at shidou's wide smirk and you wonder for a moment what is he grinning at â the question quickly answered when sae pushes your face against ryusei's shoulder, your face hidden on his neck and you can't see anything.
you only feel it, taken aback when a second tip nudges your already occupied entrance.
"didn't you say you could handle us both? then i'm sure you can take two dicks at the same time."
