veemichaelspyt

a African American girl who luvs mj, j5, & n.w.a. I post randomly. wattpad: https://www.wattpad.com/user/veewhomismjspyt ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/users/michaelslady

[veewhomismichaelspyt]

𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘪 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺..

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𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒅𝒐- scat, incest, gore s3x in gen, age regression, dead dove.

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𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒐𝒎𝒔- michael jackson, J5, N.W.A., the jackson family, fnaf, gl, marvel rivals, mha, kny, jjk, naruto, dn, etc.

[cuntykuro]

𝑑𝑖𝑟𝑡𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝘷𝑒𝑟𝑡! 𝑔𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛 𝑓𝑢𝑐𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑛 𝘤𝑎𝘭𝘭 Σ(-᷅_-᷄๑)

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[kissmyglxck]

LAUGH HIS DRAWLS OFF! — otw era!michael

Your boyfriend just thinks you’re hilarious.

“And then the dumb fuck had the nerve to ask me, ‘okay but do you guys sell ketchup here or no?’ Muhfuka, if I just said if it’s not at the condiment station, then we don’t got it!” You throw your arms to your sides.

Michael cackles, tears pricking his eyes as he listens to you talk about your day at work. “Hehehe!” That loud yet soft laugh falling from his lips.

It was horrible honestly so you don’t even know why he’s laughing so hard.

“Michael!” You pout, hitting his knee. “It ain’t funny, that’s really annoying!” You huff. “Imagine someone asking you where the soundboard is while in the studio and it’s in their face!”

His laughing dies down as he takes a moment to respond to you. “Heh..he..oh man...” he breathes, catching his breath. “Baby, that’s a great comparison—really—but nobody I work with is dumb enough to do that.” He grins.

You whine, throwing your head back against your plushies.

“I need a new job…” you mumble, frowning.

He makes himself laugh at a thought, desperately trying to hold it in. “No,” he starts, lips scrunched up as a smile builds. “What you need, is for you guys to invest in some more condiments..!” He barely finishes the sentence before he’s laughing again, falling back on the bed once more.

You roll your eyes. Yeah, of course your boyfriend would be the one to get a kick out of your horrible day while he’s out living the American dream. Yeah, totally cool boyfriend energy.

“That literally wasn’t even funny…” you blink, watching Michael crack himself up.

He continues to laugh when you say it wasn’t funny, arms wrapping around his stomach. “Baby that was gold!” He barely finishes between laughter. “Hehehehe!”

You just stare at him before staring at the ceiling, shaking your head as you thought of new places to work.

Michael’s laughter died down eventually, taking deep breaths and making random noises to calm himself down before he’s laughing again as he spoke. “Baby you’ve got a talent. Truly.” He smiles, hand placed on your knee.

“No, you just have horrible humor about the worst things.” You scoff with an eye roll.

He snickers, containing himself. “Whatever you say, tink.” He smirks. You groan, about to say something again until you look over at him again.

His pants and boxers were gone.

Your eyes widen and your jaw is dropped.

“Michael…where are your freaking pants dude?!” You point before turning your head, getting flushed at the sight of the thick and heavy weight between his legs. “And why’re you hard!”

His face heats up and his smile gets bigger like he’s slick. “M’sorry!” He grabs a plushie of yours, placing it over his lap.

“I told you mama,” he swallows. “You’re hilarious.” He nervously chuckles. “Heh..made me laugh my drawls off,” He smiles.

“Wanna help me fix it?” He offers, cheeks flushed with a tilt to his head.

“Please mama?” He bites his lip with urge.

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If you could, I NEED MATURE!MICHAEL STATTT pweaseee?

!NSFW, wear headphones, mature audiences only!

(NOT ACTUALLY MICHAEL JACKSON, NOT A.I. EITHER, IT’S A VOICE ACTOR.)

!dommichael trying to get you pregnant..

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(NOT ACTUALLY MICHAEL JACKSON, NOT A.I. EITHER, IT’S A VOICE ACTOR.)

!submichael calling you mommy

[nistxrr]

◟ ۫ ׅ I CAN DO IT MYSELF ! ⎯⎯ MICHAEL J.

゛𝒔ynopsis ⨾ extremely pregnant and thoroughly over it, you're navigating swollen feet, thinning patience, and a husband who has decided “helping” means treating you like spun sugar.

゛𝐜ontains ━ soon2bedad!michael ༝ pregnant!reader mentions of pregnancy and discomfort domestic fluff lots of physical affection ( lotssss ) michael is completely whipped ◞ 𝟬.𝟴𝟴𝟰𝓴

you’re six months pregnant. your feet are swollen and you’re tired of everyone treating you like you can’t do basic things. michael has decided that helping means hovering constantly.

he’s following you around the house with a glass of water, even though you just finished one. every time you reach for something on a high shelf, his hand is right there next to yours. when you pick up the laundry basket, he takes it out of your hands.

“michael,” you say, stopping in the living room. “i’m pregnant, not broken. i can carry a basket. i can reach a shelf. and i don’t need you following me around with water, mikey.”

he sets the glass down carefully and steps closer. he puts both hands on your belly, thumbs stroking slow circles, and rests his forehead against yours. his breath is warm against your skin.

“i know,” he says softly. “you’re so capable. it just makes me want to take care of you more.”

he kisses the corner of your mouth, then your nose, then the space between your eyebrows. his thumbs keep moving over the sides of your stomach, why? he’d say “just incase the baby kicked.” he leans in and presses another soft kiss to your cheek, then nuzzles against your temple.

“let me do the laundry, michael.”

he holds you there in the middle of the living room, swaying a little, his cheek resting against your hair. every few seconds he presses another soft kiss to your forehead or the side of your face. the laundry basket sits by the couch, as afternoon light comes through the curtains showcasing your glowing and beautiful brown skin.

“not a chance,” he murmurs against your temple. he keeps one hand spread over your belly and the other rubbing slow circles on your lower back. “you’ve been on your feet all day. i’ve got it.”

he kisses the top of your head again, then the side of your neck, then the soft spot just behind your ear. you place your pedicured hands against his chest and reach past him toward the couch, trying to grab the full basket of white clothes that still needed washing. you wanted to handle it yourself. the first—and last—time you let michael help, after he’d begged and begged, he mixed the whites with colors. you ended up with enough pink clothes to last a lifetime.

with his quickest reflexes, he snatched the basket back and away from you. a pout took over your lips after you sucked your teeth, leaving an irritable expression on your face as your shoulders slouched.

“michael, i can do it myself!” you whined. your hormones mixed with the irritation had tears forming in the corners of your eyes. his free arm wrapped around your waist, holding you close while the basket sat forgotten on the floor behind him. he pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head, voice dropping even quieter.

“i know you can do it yourself. i just didn’t want you liftin’ anything heavy right now. c’mon… sit on the couch with me.”

before you could protest again, he gently guided you backward until the backs of your knees hit the couch. he sat down first, then carefully pulled you into his lap, settling you sideways against his chest. one hand rested on your thigh while the other kept stroking your back in slow, calming circles.

you try to keep the pout going. you really do. but the second you’re fully in his lap, the baby decides this is the perfect moment to practice soccer against your ribs. a sharp little kick lands right under michael’s palm.

he freezes as his whole face softens into a stupid, lovesick look that always ruins your righteous anger.

“oh my god,” he whispers, like the baby just announced world peace. “did you feel that? that was a big one.”

“yes, michael, i felt it. it’s happening inside me.” you shift, while trying to look stern. “and don’t change the subject. the laundry—”

he cuts you off by gently lifting one of your swollen feet into his lap and starting to rub it without asking. his thumbs dig into the arch. he watches as you let out an involuntary moan. he absolutely knew that you couldn't help it, but god did it feel good to hear.

“see?” he says, far too pleased with himself. “your feet are screaming, mama. rest. let me handle the laundry situation again—”

you narrow your eyes. “absolutely not, michael.”

“why not?”

“remember what happened last time?”

he leans in and kisses the tip of your nose. “look, i learned my lesson. this time i’ll separate everything. reds in one pile, blues in another, whites in a third… maybe even a fourth. i’m basically a professional now.”

you open your mouth to argue, but another kick lands—harder this time. michael’s eyes go wide with pure delight as he grabs your hand and presses it over your belly.

after a few moments, he carefully slides you off his lap and settles you against a pillow on the couch. he kisses your lips sweetly before bending down to grab the basket and heading toward the laundry room.

“don’t you get up, girl. i’m not playin’.”

he smiles as he watches you roll your eyes. “fine.”

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⋮ ✶┆what was supposed to be a sweet movie night between friends turns into… something else entirely.

⋮ ✶┆ 𝒻. black reader x best friend!michael j. | smut mdni. aphrodisiac. loss of control. marathon sex. he’s technically drugged : everyone is consenting. marking. softdom!mike?. dry humping but it’s not dry at all. pining. unprotected sex. p in v. thigh fixation. pussy drunk. just lost in it really. dirty talk. lot of cum. lots of nicknames incl mama cuz I love it. circa 1979. valentines came early. purity police might execute me for this one. wc. 6K

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One thing Michael knew to be wary of was taking things from fans. It had been drilled into his brain since he’d been alive to not take things from strangers generally, but since he and his brothers started garnering more attention, the rule became infinitely more important. A matter of his safety at times.

He adored his fans of course, he’d give them any and everything if he could, but he knew the nature of some of them— that they had the capability to be a little dangerous. Just as anyone in the world could be.

And of course he wanted to give everyone a piece of himself, to make each and every person who supported him feel seen and special. Especially if they were pretty.

It wasn’t uncommon for fans to want to gift Michael things to express their adoration. They loved what he did, so when a young woman came backstage to meet the brothers after a concert, a little intricately decorated white box in hand, it wasn’t all that suspicious.

Michael took the box happily, thanking them with that warm and overly bright smile he gave only to women, along with a hug that lasted far longer than just friendly.

You’d noticed the exchange from where you were perched across the room and watched the two interact. The flirting was obvious to anyone with eyes. And she was gorgeous, a fact you were sure hadn’t slipped his mind. Just his type.

The whole exchange made something in the corner of your eye twitch and as if he could feel you staring, Michael’s gaze snapped to yours curiously. You tried to school your features into something unbothered and he raised a brow at you, asking a silent question.

You okay?

You two did that often, spoke to each other without words from across the room.

You ignored him this time, turning your gaze away to look elsewhere, but from the corner of your eye, you noticed him lean in and whisper something to the girl. It was probably due to the sudden noise spike in the room but you’d guessed that probably wasn’t all.

A moment later he excused himself, gathering the box in his hands and trudging through the small crowd of fans, press, and security gathered backstage. A few tried to stop him, grabbing at the sleeves of his outfit for his attention but he eventually made it to you, a sly and overly sweet smile on his face.

He was still all sweaty from the show, curls sticking to his forehead, the sweat and hair product mixed and dripping from his neck.

“What’s that?” you asked, unable to hide your nosyness as he sidled up next to you, placing the box down gingerly. It really was beautiful. You’d never have suspected what was inside.

“It was supposed to be a Valentine’s gift.” he pulled at the ribbon holding the top in place and peered inside. “Why, you jealous?”

Your response was quick. “Not even a little.”

Nestled neatly in the box was a dozen individually wrapped roses, arranged in a small bouquet. It even had little dried flowers and other greenery tucked between each rose, making it look all the more real.

You would have thought they were real if not for the little card inside. You plucked it out holding it up in front of Michael.

“Enticing Eternity Chocolate.” you read aloud flipping it over. You didn’t recognize the name printed— it being some Belgian chocolate brand.

“It’s pretty.” Michael remarked, taking one out, lifting it to his nose to smell it.

“Michael Jackson I know you aren’t about to eat that.” you looked at him like he was crazy, eyes squinted, a disappointed frown marring your features. He could be so careless.

He scoffed, not meeting your eyes before placing the chocolate back down. “No, ‘course not.”

“Liar, you know better than to eat that. God knows what’s in it.” you wrinkled your nose in a way Michael found cute.

“If I were to guess… I’d say milk chocolate, white chocolate, dark chocolate and caramel.” he listed, voice light and playful. He was trying to get that reaction from you that he loved so much. And you took the bait.

You pinched his hip and he jumped a little. “Smartass. Y’know what I mean.”

He leaned over the table, placing a hand right by your hip, eyes looking into yours enticingly. “C’mon try some, they even got your favorite, raspberry crème.” He held the bloom to your lips.

“Nu uh, I’m not eatin’ that Mike.” you crossed your arms, trying to ignore his sudden closeness. He always got close like this, not having a gauge for most peoples personal boundaries. Not that you two really had any.

“What if I fed it to ya’?” he pressed a little closer, his usually bright eyes turning a different shade, still blown wide with the adrenaline of performing. He loved to tease and you knew that. Still didn’t stop the thought of Michael’s fingers in your mouth, melted chocolate dripping off and onto your tongue while he fed it to you.

He seemed to see the moment your mind wandered off because his jaw clenched slightly like he was holding something back.

“Michael! Get back ova here boy, you not done.” the spell was immediately broken by his father’s voice. You both tore your eyes from each others looking back towards Joseph standing a few feet away, patience clearly wearing thin.

“Yes I’m comin’.” Michael spoke respectfully before rolling his gaze back around to you, looking at you as if you could do something to save him from his dad. You wished.

“Lord give me strength.”

You pressed a hand against Michael’s shoulder in a comforting gesture, offering a reassuring smile. “It’ll be over before you know it.”

The smile Michael returned back was much more strained but you appreciated the effort. “See you later? Y’ still comin’ over tonight right?”

“And risk missing movie night? Never.” Michael grinned and turned, offering you a wink before disappearing back into the crowded meet and greet.

What you didn’t know was that tonight for Michael wasn’t supposed to be just an ordinary scheduled movie night. He had a plan.

Tonight was the night he’d confess his feelings for you, and hopefully, ask you to be his girlfriend. You’d been friends since you were babies, with you knowing him since before he was Michael Jackson of the Jackson 5 turned Jackson’s.

You knew that little boy from Gary, who wasn’t often allowed to play outside and who came to school sad about what was going on at home. You’ve been a person, aside from his mom, who he’d come to for comfort for a long time. And that bond you shared only grew with you both.

He didn’t really start noticing the turn his feelings had taken from friendly until his adolescent years. Suddenly things were changing. He was changing, you were changing. Becoming your own beautiful person, and his admiration for you only grew.

He started noticing how much he liked being around you, how much he liked when you touched him, or drew him into a hug.

And if he noticed, it wasn’t long before other boys started noticing too, but thankfully, you didn’t pay them any mind. Didn’t stop Michael from being agitated when you’d smile in some guys face or hang out with other boys.

And that feeling never left as you both creeped into your adult years. He still felt the same about you. Loved what his heart did when he thought about or was near you, which was a lot.

He didn’t have a single clue if you felt the same. He knew you probably better than anyone but you didn’t wear your heart on your sleeve like he did. If you liked someone, it was impossible to tell unless you outright said it. You were honest and blunt like that. And you’d given no indication that you felt anything but friendly.

So this would be a leap for Michael but he figured he waited long enough. And if things didn’t go well… well he didn’t want to think about that.

Today was the perfect day to confess. Mostly because he wouldn’t have anyone in his ear, or yellin’ halfway across the hall. All his brothers and sisters would be out, per his request, and his parents would also be out tonight— a carefully planned date he’d convinced them that they needed. It was almost a dream come true how empty the house was.

He had the snacks already set out on the coffee table, and the disgustingly buttered popcorn you loved so much already made the way you liked.

Last thing he was missing was the ice cream. When he bent to look in the fridge though, the white and gold box shoved to the back caught his eyes. He of course didn’t listen to you when you said to toss it. They were so pretty and someone had given them to him as a gift.

Plus, he was getting the munchies and way too curious. Just one bite wouldn’t hurt and after all, who was Michael to turn down chocolate. He decided to pick the one you probably would’ve liked most.

Dark chocolate with raspberry crème filling. He unwrapped it slowly and brought it to his lips. The first bite he took was, honestly, a little underwhelming. It tasted bitter, like he’d shoved an entire spoon of cocoa powder in his mouth. But for some reason, he kept eating, like it would get better.

The second bite was near addictive. The strong cocoa taste dissipated into something dark, smooth and rich. And when the sharp, vibrant, raspberry flavor mixed in. It was over. He finished the whole thing in seconds. Even went so far as to have another. And another.

He didn’t even care for dark chocolate normally but something about the thing had him licking at his fingers for every last bit of it.

He was about four in and about to have another when the sound of the door opening met his ears and you padded into the kitchen, letting yourself in like you often did.

Your eyes landed on Michael, hunched over the counter, the dim lights of the kitchen shadowing him.

“I swear I told you not to eat those.” you eyed him warily. The way his lips were wrapped firmly around his pointer. He let it go with a pop, like a kid who’d been caught.

“They’re actually really good.”

“Michael my point was you don’t know what’s in that. It could be poisonous or something.” you were exasperated, pinching your nose bridge. Sometimes he reminded you of a bad ass little kid.

“Well, I’ve been eatin’ it and I’m fine. Plus they were wrapped up.” he shrugged and placed the lid back on the box before shoving it back in the fridge.

“How many have you eaten?”

“I don’t know like— three, four ish.”

“Michael!” you threw your hands up.

He moved around the counter and in your direction, hands pressing into your shoulders. “Relax, I’m fine. And if I’m not later, then I got you here with me.”

Despite his words you couldn’t help the knot of worry building in your stomach. Truthfully you wanted to call him a damn fool but you didn’t. Instead you nodded and let him lead you over to the tv, already paused on The Sound of Music. Something you both almost never tired of watching.

You settled on the couch, already falling into your usual routine, passing around snacks, fighting over blankets before you both just decided to share it. You watched Michael and giggled as he playfully sung the melody to My Favorite Things with Julia Andrews. He could never help himself and it was something you always looked forward to.

You didn’t notice anything off with Michael until a few moments later.

He wouldn’t stop adjusting. Every two seconds you’d see from the corner of your eye, he'd raise up and shift, the couch cushions repositioning under his weight.

“You okay?” you turned your head that was pressed into his shoulder, peering up at him. You’d ended up in your normal position after the snacks were gone, tucked into his side with his arm around you.

“Yeah m’good,” he cleared his throat. “It’s just a little warm.” he sounded a little winded. You sat up to press a hand to his forehead feeling for a fever of some type. He did feel warm.

“Maybe take the blanket off of you?” you suggested. He kicked the blanket off but grabbed one of the nearby pillows, sitting it firmly in his lap and holding it. You took the blanket off too even though the house was a little chilly, you tended to run colder.

You thought that would fix it but as the minutes ticked by he just got more antsy and a whole lot warmer. You could feel him practically radiating heat onto your side.

“I think I need to lie down.” he spoke suddenly, voice hoarse.

“Alright, go ahead.” you sat upright clearing space for him. You’d assumed he would lay his head on your lap, like he sometimes did when you watched movies together. But the way he was looking at you, he looked hesitant.

Michael didn’t know what the hell was wrong with him.

It’d started about fifteen minutes into the movie. But it was easy enough to ignore. It felt no more than a stomach ache.

But twenty five more minutes and that dull feeling persisted and grew into a deep and relentless feeling. And then he started to get hard in his sweats. He didn’t even know what the hell to do about it. And you suggesting to remove the blanket had him panicking.

He started noticing more things too. After a certain point he’d locked completely out of the movie, his full attention falling on you. The feeling of your body pressed into his was maddening. More so than usual. Just the feeling of your skin touching his had his whole body on fire.

He felt every breath you took like it was breathed directly into his lungs, his senses honed into whatever reactions you had. And when you took the blanket off, he’d honed in on your newly exposed skin. The way your shorts sat high on your hips, the invitingly plush skin of your thighs. It was all he could think about.

And you seemed none the wiser.

Because if you knew the thoughts circulating in his head, you probably wouldn’t let him near you, let alone lay on you.

You looked so soft. And it wasn’t like it was the first time. And you were offering yourself up. Or that’s what it felt like. Michael knew his body was gonna make the decision before his rational brain could.

He stretched out onto the couch, resting his head on your legs, making an attempt to get comfortable. He thought he was doing a good job at pretending everything was okay.

He was tracing small shapes and patterns on your legs, the movie becoming his personal background noise. His mind drifted to a much dirtier place. A place where he ran his hands up your thighs. Or dipped his hand between your legs. All the way up to your—

He felt your fingers caress up his back and into his hair and it sent a jolt through him. You gently rubbed his scalp through his curls, and he melted into your touch instantly, turning his face deeper into the crease of your thighs, inhaling softly.

“Does that feel good?” your voice was a quiet whisper.

Michael just nodded because he was one slip up from whimpering like a dog into your leg. The same ones that were squeezing together slightly the farther he pressed his face in. This wasn’t a part of your usual routine.

Something about this was nearly euphoric for Michael. Having your skin on his, his face pressed between your legs and your hand in his hair. Your smell was surrounding him and he was in heaven. So much so that he couldn’t control the way his hips started to inconspicuously ground into the couch.

You were starting to get a little worried. You weren’t completely oblivious. It was impossible to not notice his strange behavior. Not to notice the way his nose burrowed into you. His deep inhales. He was so close and you couldn’t help but rub your thighs together against the tension building.

You felt like a pervert for where your head was at. He was just trying to get comfort and here you were thinking less than pure thoughts. Thoughts of his head between your legs in an entirely different way.

Above all else though, you were worried. He was growing hotter by the second.

“Michael?” the sound that left him was completely wrecked. A low whine piercing the air.

“What’s going on with you? You’re so hot.” your voice held a mix of worry and confusion but all he’d heard was ‘you’re so hot’.

You dipped your hand into the back of his t shirt to feel the rest of his skin. He nearly melted at the feeling of your palm on his back. It felt so good to have your hands on him.

“Hn— please—“ he was clutching at the fabric of your shirt, nestling deeper between your thighs which he’d managed to part slightly. He was practically nuzzling his nose right into the apex of your thighs, breathing you in.

“Michael!” your voice seemed to knock him out of it and he shot up quickly kneeling against the couch and panting. He looked like he did after a performance, eyes dilated, hair a mess, and damp with sweat. His breath was coming out in uneven spurts through his nose, eyes flitting around anxiously, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth nervously.

He couldn’t even look at you. He was so fucking hard, it almost hurt and somthing about you was making his control slip faster and faster. He needed you gone before he started grinding up against you like a needy puppy. Or something else he might not regret.

“I— I’m just not feeling too well. I think we need to call it a night.” he tried to keep his voice measured, inching away from you slightly. It almost hurt to do so.

“Hey, I’m not leaving. Especially not if you’re sick. C’mere.” you don’t wait for him to come to you. You just grabbed him and started inspecting his body curiously.

You didn’t see anything visibly worrying and a thought suddenly crossed your mind, “Wait right here.” you got up off the couch and headed for the kitchen and Michael fought the whine crawling up his throat at the loss of contact.

You took the box of roses out the fridge, before removing the lid. You looked around in the box when you noticed another small card tucked away, revealed by the roses Michael had eaten.

You fished it out, eyes scanning over the words.

Aphrodisiac Chocolate. Intended for the one you love. No more than one per person. And a whole list of other side effects.

“What? What’s it say?” Michael asked frantically, already coming into the kitchen fighting the feeling forming in his gut.

“It says uhm…” you trailed off still inspecting the card as if you could will the words to rearrange themselves into something you could comprehend.

He plucked the card from your hands, eyes going wider as they dragged across the words.

“Oh god and I had four.” he sounded absolutely freaked out.

You sighed out exasperated and a little fed up, crossing your arms over your chest. “This is why I told you to listen to me. You can’t just go around eating things that random fan girls give you. It’s not safe and you’re way too trusting. I mean I swear it’s like you don’t even—“

Michael wasn’t even listening to a word of your rambling. It was like his brain kicked completely off and stalled. The only thing he could focus on was the curve of your mouth forming around the words. The plushness of your lips and the high shine gloss coating them, drawing him in.

You snapped in front of his face. “Michael, are you listening?”

He didn’t answer. He barely even heard you over the sound of his pulse thundering in his ears.

He didn’t even have a moment to stop himself before he grabbed at you, shoving you up against the fridge door, crowding your space. He pressed his nose into your neck, taking a deep inhale of your perfume, his hands gripping at your hips.

You couldn’t ignore the elephant in the room anymore. Not when it was pressed against your thigh where he was grinding his hips.

“Please, I need you to help me…it hurts and— my body is so hot.” he was panting in your ear voice strained and barely audible.

Your eyes widened, a mixture of arousal and surprise causing your breath to catch. He was trembling in your arms, barely holding himself up. Clearly the thing had him acting erratic. But he was your best friend. You couldn’t leave him like this.

You swallowed nervously before speaking. “What— what do you need me to do?”

“M’ burning up. Please touch me. Need t’ feel you.” he pleaded, pressing open mouthed kisses over the column of your throat and pressing his face in. The contact had heat pooling between your thighs, even more so when his hand dipped underneath the back of your shirt, dragging over your ribcage.

“Michael— you don’t even know what you’re asking.” you swallowed hard. “You’d only regret it in the end.”

Michael pulled his head from your neck, his lust filled eyes meeting yours and flitting between them. He brought a large palm to cradle the side of your cheek, his thumb smoothing over the spot. The desire welling in his gut still persisted. But he needed you to know.

“I promise you I wouldn’t. I don’t want anyone else but you… but if you don’t want that then I need you to leave. Now.” he inched back away from you, giving you enough room to move away and leave if you wanted.

But you didn’t move.

You stayed firmly planted where he had you in his arms. He didn’t waste another moment, surging forward to claim your lips. It was like he melted into you, pulling you in as if to tuck you into a little corner of his body. His head was still fuzzy but one thing was incredibly clear to him.

He needed to get you upstairs and in his bed now before he tore all your clothes off right in the kitchen.

He detached his lips from yours with great effort, backing up to look into your eyes again. “You’re sure?”

“Yes, yes I’m sure. And very willing please just—“ you let out a surprised yelp when he dipped forward suddenly, picking you up and carrying you over his shoulder. Now Michael wasn’t the biggest man in the world, but his quiet strength shocked you sometimes. He was almost sprinting up the stairs, until he reached his door which he shut before placing you on the bed.

He was on you again. His kiss this time was less frantic, more gentle and soft but still deep and hungry. And the more he kissed you, the more you wanted from him.

You licked at his bottom lip, taking it into your mouth before opening back up. He makes a pleasured sound low in his throat and you start feeling heat coil in your gut.

You angle your body before wrapping your leg around his hip and dragging him down onto you. He immediately starts grinding his hips against yours in slow circles, seeking pleasure, and you moan into his mouth.

You can feel him, hard and insistent rubbing against your cunt through your shorts. And the more you touched him, the warmer your body got. The more arousal started to pool between your legs before it became uncomfortable.

“Michael— please take these off. You’re teasing.” he pulled up, looking down at you sprawled out on his bed. It was like something from a dream.

“Okay, okay y’ want me to take these off honey?” he hummed already reaching for the waistband to your shorts. He slipped them down your legs before tossing them away somewhere.

The sight that met him had his lust clouded brain frazzled. The entire crotch of your panties was soaked through, making the outline of your pussy practically visible through the fabric. And if he looked closely enough, he could see the little twitch of your clit peeking through.

“Fuck—“ he could feel the burn worsening. The need to bury himself inside you and fuck you taking over his thoughts like a parasite. But a fixation had him halting a moment, bringing his thumb to draw circles over your clit through the fabric. And he was so pleased when you writhed on the bed, gripping at his wrist, your legs falling shut slightly.

He got up off the bed and quickly shoved his pants off, his boxers following.

He was hard and long but not overly thick, flushed a deep red color from increased blood flow and arousal.

You and Michael were close, but you’d never been this exposed to each other before. You’d both expected to feel self conscious, but were surprised at the absence of shyness or discomfort.

There was really only one thing going through Michael’s head. He gave himself a few experimental strokes and hissed at the sensitivity, small moans slipping past his lips.

Then he brought himself down, kneeling between your legs, before running his tip over the fabric of your panties. He nearly comes from the feeling of your slick soaked panties alone. You’re both moaning every time he nudges against your clit, keeping himself pressed firmly between your legs while he thrusts against you.

“Hah— I — hmm ‘m jus’ gonna do this kay? Not gonna put it in.” but god he wanted to. He was doing this for your benefit. You’d only offered to help him get off. That didn’t require penetrative sex. And maybe it would be enough. Despite the fact that his brain was screaming at him that it wouldn’t. Screaming at him to just slip your panties off and fuck you properly.

“Ohmygod— Mike please!” your cries were desperate as you rut your hips up against his, trying to catch that perfect angle that made your toes curl and your legs tense. It was almost torturous what he was doing.

“Just a little bit more pretty girl okay?” he whined out, mouth coming over yours. He tried to kiss you but just ended up pressing your mouths together while you both panted.

The sounds of frantic breaths, skin meeting and the bedframe creaking were all that could be heard while you both slide against each other, chasing release.

Your shirt was still on and he shucked it up over your breast with the hand that wasn’t holding his dick. As soon as your tits are presented to him, he’s palming them, surging forward to suck a nipple into his mouth.

“Nnn shit— please don’t stop, baby.” your hands were holding the back of his neck, fingers threading into his curls. You could feel the rapid beat of his heart against you when he pressed closer.

“Fuck— you’re so sweet like this y’know. Lettin’ me rub up against you. My sweet girl, always helpin’ me out.” he tilted his head up, dark brown eyes peering at you from your chest and you keened at the praise. He felt the spasms from your cunt reacting— wanting so bad to be filled up by him.

“Michael please, need more.” your eyes were wide and glassy looking down at him, begging for more contact, more friction.

“M’sorry mama I don’t wan’ you t’ hate me but… I have an idea.” he pulled back looking down at the mess he’d made on your panties. His white milky precum mixing in with your slick.

He gingerly peels the middle of your panties up, strings of your arousal snapping against the fabric, and slides his dick under the fabric. The feeling of your warm wet heat sliding against his velvety shaft without the barrier was euphoric. Just skin against skin. And now, every time he slid forward his tip would catch right on your clit, pulling a sharp gasp from your lips.

“Oh this is so much better.” his voice cracked slightly on the words, his sharp thrusts drawing out gasps from your lips. He was grinding his dick along your messy and soaked folds, hips moving in that smooth and controlled way only he could.

The slick friction has Michael’s abs tightening and he cums before he can even think about it. Or stop it. He cums a lot, ropes coating over your already dripping sex and naval.

And even though he just came, that feeling still doesn’t go away. If anything it just made him feel worse.

“Mmmngh— ‘m sorry pretty. Can we do it one more time? Jus’ one more time okay?” he begged and begged, voice desperate, already moving to press against you again.

He was much more enthusiastic this time, chasing after his release with fervor, his cum still between your pelvises making him lose momentum and slip over your pussy. You were a mess at this point, hands gripping anywhere they could and moaning out. You knew this wasn’t going to be enough. For either of you.

“Mikey, need you inside please.” he stalled, coming to a complete halt. He knew he wasn’t gonna need much convincing, but still—

“Are y’sure?” he looked manic but needed to make certain it was something you actually wanted.

“Yes, yes please.”

He didn’t need to be told again. He sat up before roughly flipping you over onto your stomach, pulling you to the edge of the bed. His hands gripped at your hips, lifting them up while a hand smoothed down over your back to press you down, chest flush with the mattress.

He brought his dick to your entrance and pressed inside without preamble. He’d had enough teasing and was met with very little resistance, you being worked up and wet enough.

At the first feel of him inside you, you both let out a simultaneous moan. He was in pure ecstasy. And the angle had him hitting a spot deep inside you every time he pressed his hips to yours. He didn’t know if it was the drugs or just you but he felt like he’d finally gotten some relief. So he chased after that feeling.

It was messy and heated, slick sounds from your combined wetness ringing in his ears and spurring him on. Little groans of your name and whimpers were leaving his lips and every time your pussy spasmed and drew him in was like heaven had fell down and relocated between your legs.

He hardly knew what to do with himself. He just watched that little ring coating around your entrance where he was sliding in and out of you.

“Feel good mama, y’like when I’m deep inside you like this? C’mon, tell me how it feels angel.”

“Ss’so good.” you couldn’t frame together a full sentence, drool spilling from the corner of your lip while he fucked you.

Michael was relentless, hips smacking roughly against yours. At some point you couldn’t hold yourself up anymore and collapsed down onto the mattress. And instead of hauling you up, he just followed you down, plastering himself firmly to your back.

“Nu uh please don’t run mama, mm not done yet. Still need this pussy. Gotta take it.” he huffed out into your ear and tightened his hold on you, dragging you into his thrusts. You were thankful when he dipped his hand around your body, reaching to rub tight circles over your clit. Even if he was fucked out of his mind, he wouldn’t forget your pleasure.

You were wailing out, repeated cries of his name and please all stringing together in an indistinguishable mess.

“Pussy so sweet to me, gonna come for me? Yeah she is— you’re so close aren’t you?” he was babbling so much, all of it bringing you closer and closer to the edge until you came with a barely audible cry.

His hips still didn’t stop, he kept the momentum going, fucking you through your orgasm, and when you finally were ready to come back down he still hadn’t stopped. You were feeling the beginnings of overstimulation setting in, your limbs shaking slightly.

Michael finally pulled off you and flipped you back over. He looked apologetic and in a daze as he wrapped your thighs up in his hands, spreading you open and shoving a leg over his shoulder.

You had a feeling of what he was gonna say next. He kissed your ankle sweetly before speaking. “Jus’ one more time okay sweet girl, I promise jus’ one more. Y’can do that right? Doin’ so good for me.”

One more time actually turned into about five more times, Michael bending you into any position his mind could conjure up in his sex induced haze. You’d lost track of just about everything, but around your last time, when things had finally started to tame, it felt different.

It wasn’t frantic and chasing like it had been. He went slow and pressed deep. It was reverent and loving and had you clawing your nails against the slope of his back. He didn’t say much but the message was there in the way he caressed you after, pressing gentle kisses all over you.

The last thing you remember is him whispering something in your ear before your body took the rest that it needed.

You woke the next morning to a harsh sound directly in your ear. Your body felt like it’d been hit by a truck but you managed to turn to be met with a soundly sleeping Michael, mouth open and arm draped over your hip. He was snoring, you realized with a smile. At least he was actually sleeping for once.

You stretched your limbs out as best you could, head pressed into the pillow. You needed to get up, your brain already running scenarios in your head for what you’d do when he got up. A cold fear crashed into you when you thought of what he’d say.

If he’d regret this whole thing. Because you didn’t. It was unexpected, sure but you didn’t regret it. You knew the feelings you had for Michael before this whole thing even happened. Ones you tried to push down because you thought it was the right thing to do.

You decided that you wanted to be up first and at least have clothes on or got in the shower for this conversation. You pried your limbs from under his body, attempting to not wake him up.

You went to pick your clothes up off the floor when you caught sight of your reflection in a mirror near the wall.

“Holy fuck.” you furrowed your brows moving closer. All marred across your skin were deep marks, ranging in color and size. You’d be hard pressed to find a spot untouched.

Michael stirred on the bed lifting up and wiping sleep from his eye. When he saw you across the room he got a deeply embarrassed look on his face. How could he look so innocent after what happened last night?

“I uh— I’m sorry about that. I may have gotten a little carried away.”

You turned to inspect your back and ass, tilting your head at him. “A little carried away? It looks like I got mauled.” you pointed to a bruise on your thigh glaring at him playfully. Truthfully, you weren’t all that upset at all. You enjoyed last night.

“Sorry I was just havin’ too much fun. It was jus’ the drugs in my system.” he’d said it with a shrug like it was no big deal. Your brows drew down immediately.

“So… all of last night, that was just the drugs?” you held your breath, waiting for an answer, eyes staring into his expectantly. You were already planning your emotionally detached response and escape but he seemed to realize how that sounded quickly.

He scrubbed a hand over his face. “Oh goodness no no. I didn’t mean— of course not. I wouldn’t do that to you.” he reassured and you let out the breath you’d been holding.

“I promise you it didn’t mean nothin’ to me.” he said, eyes filled with something you couldn’t put a name to yet. But you believed him and his words eased your mind.

“Okay. These bruises are still crazy though. How am I supposed to hide this Michael?”

“A parka maybe?”

He could not be serious.

© megsnotokay 2026 .ᐟ

sorry, love confessions after sex feels too cliche (it’s already cliche enough) and sometimes things don’t go as planned.

[nvhdesire]

Heavy Hands

Pairing:Jermajesty Jackson x Black!Fem!Reader

Warnings:Smut, bratty behavior, cursing, arguments,domination, size kink, whining, unprotected sex (wrap it up IRL😂), slight degradation/praise dynamic, oral (m receiving), p in v.

Wc:3.6k

This content does NOT contain AI and may not be used to train AI.

The house was too quiet, and that was exactly why you were acting a fool. You were bouncing your leg aggressively, clicking your tongue against your teeth every five seconds, and sighing loud enough to wake the dead. Jermajesty was sitting on the other end of the velvet couch, scrolling through his phone with that unbothered, regal calm he always carried himself with. It was infuriating.

He hadn’t looked at you in twenty minutes. Not a glance. "Jer," you whined, kicking your foot against his calf. "Jermajesty."

Nothing. He just kept scrolling, thumb moving slowly over the screen, absolutely ignoring your attitude. You were feeling needy and overwhelmed, emotions bubbling up in your chest that you didn't know how to process. You weren't trying to be mean; you were trying to get a fucking reaction. The air in the room was thick with tension and unspent energy. The dim lighting cast long shadows across the plush velvet couch where Jermajesty sat, his posture relaxed yet commanding. His fingers moved deliberately over his phone screen, each swipe a deliberate contrast to your restless agitation.

You were wound tight, your mind racing through a thousand unspoken thoughts that left you breathless and irritable. The quiet of the mansion—the expensive furniture, the curated art on the walls, the way everyone treated him like royalty—was suffocating tonight. You felt yourself spiraling, emotions you couldn't name or handle piling up until all you could do was act out.

You needed a spark, something to cut through the suffocating silence. You kicked your foot out again, harder this time, connecting solidly with his expensive sneaker.

"Jer. Are you deaf?" you snapped, your voice sharp and dripping with the attitude you’d been cultivating all night.

Jermajesty didn’t even flinch.

"You being loud for no reason," he murmured, not even bothering to look up. His voice was low, that smooth baritone that always managed to simultaneously soothe and unsettle you. He kept scrolling, entirely unbothered by your escalating behavior. "Sit still."

"I don't want to sit still," you shot back, crossing your arms tight over your chest. "Then do something productive," he suggested calmly, still not giving you his full attention. "Call your friends, watch a movie, take a fucking nap. But stop trying to fight with me when I'm clearly busy."

"Busy ignoring me?" you hissed, your voice cracking slightly as emotions you were trying desperately to bury started to bubble up. "You haven't even looked at me since I got here. What, am I not *important* enough for your royal fucking highness tonight?"

That got a reaction. His thumb stilled on the screen.

He locked the phone and placed it slowly, deliberately, on the marble coffee table. The silence that followed was heavy, charged with a shift in energy that made your stomach drop. Jermajesty finally turned his head, dark eyes locking onto yours. There was no anger in his expression, just a terrifying, calm assessment.

"Watch your mouth," he said, voice dangerously soft.

His jaw tightened—just once—before he stood in one fluid motion, towering over you. Without another word, he walked to the stairs, his footsteps deliberate on the marble steps, disappearing upstairs to their shared bedroom. The finality of it cut deeper than any yelling could have.

You were left alone in the heavy silence, abandoned in your own frustration.

Upstairs, Jermajesty leaned against the bedroom door once it clicked shut, exhaling slowly through his nose. He knew exactly what you were doing—testing him, pushing, begging for attention in the worst possible way. You were hurt or overwhelmed, lashing out because you didn't know how to ask for what you needed.

And he wasn't going to play your game.

Downstairs, the silence became absolute torture. You kicked at the couch cushion, tears actually prickling your eyes because you felt ridiculous. You weren't actually mad at him; you were overwhelmed, feeling needy and emotionally fragile, and his refusal to engage with your bratty behavior was breaking you.

Five minutes passed. Ten. You realized he wasn't coming back down. You were being ignored.

For hours, he ignored you. The house was large enough that you wouldn't stumble upon each other unless intentional. He worked out in the home gym, took a long shower, made himself a snack—basically lived his life as if you weren't even there.

The silence was punishment in itself. Every time you walked past a room expecting him to be there, you were met with empty space. Your initial anger began to curdle into something sharp and pathetic—anxiety mixing with a desperate need for his attention. You were spiraling, your behavior having successfully alienated the one person you actually wanted comfort from.

Around midnight, the house went dark.

By midnight, the house was silent except for your restless pacing and the low hum of the AC. You finally dragged yourself upstairs, your feet heavy, heart aching.

You found him in your shared room— propped against the headboard with the sheets pulled up to his waist. His skin glowed faintly in the moonlight streaming through the balcony doors. He was shirtless, the defined lines of his chest and abs on full display, an arm bent behind his head. He was scrolling through his phone again, looking completely unbothered, the picture of calm relaxation. When you stepped into the doorway, his eyes slid toward you, expression blank. He didn't say a word.

You stood there, caught between his cool indifference and the memories of how his body felt against yours. He watched you fidget, knowing exactly what you were thinking. His thumb moved slowly over his phone screen—he was probably scrolling through social media or work emails, completely uninterested in your silent plea for attention.

"You going to stand there all night?" he finally asked, voice low and even. His eyes flicked over your body, taking in your silky robe—his favorite one he bought for you. He knew exactly what was under it. His jaw tightened slightly, the only sign of any emotion.

You took a tentative step forward. "I—" Your voice cracked. You hated how pathetic you sounded. "I'm sorry."

"Mm." He didn't move, didn't acknowledge the apology with anything more than a noise. His phone clicked off as he placed it on the nightstand. "Get over here."

You obeyed, your body moving before your brain could protest.

As you approached the bed, he sat up, the sheets pooling around his waist. His muscular arms were on full display. He watched you with dark, unreadable eyes. "On your knees."

The command rolled off his tongue like velvet over steel—smooth but unyielding. Your body responded before your brain could catch up, dropping to the plush carpet without hesitation. You were already learning: defiance earned you silence, but submission earned you attention.

He shifted, swinging his legs over the edge of the bed until his bare feet were planted on either side of your kneeling form.

You looked up, craning your neck, the sheer difference in size suddenly suffocating. He was massive from this angle—thighs thick and powerful, chest wide enough to block out the light behind him. He gazed down at you with an arrogance that made your clit pulse, his jaw tight as he reached out, large fingers gripping your chin.

"You wanted my attention?"

His thumb brushed over your bottom lip, his grip firm as he held your face up to him, his fingers spanned almost half your face. "You wanted me to look at you, touch you? Is that what you're whining for?"

You couldn't answer. Your mouth went dry, your face hot as he tilted your face up toward his. His dark skin, his broad shoulders, the way he looked down at you like you were a problem he'd solved once before. His large hand was firm on your chin, thumb pressing into your skin as he studied you.

"But you were out of line."

"Mmhmm. You were rude, you were disrespectful..." His thumb dragged across your bottom lip, pulling it down slightly. "And now you're going to make it up to me." He released your chin abruptly, his hand moving to his waistband instead. "Open your mouth."

Your lips parted instantly, tongue flattening obediently as he pushed the fabric of his boxers down. His length sprang free, heavy and thick, the sheer size of him making your jaw ache in anticipation. He gripped the base, guiding the flushed head to your mouth, smearing precum across your lower lip.

"Wider," he commanded, voice dropping an octave.

Your jaw dropped open immediately, obeying without a single thought. He tapped your bottom lip twice before sliding in, stretching your mouth wide around him. The size difference was obscene—he was massive, thick enough that you immediately had to flatten your tongue and suppress your gag reflex.

He groaned low in his throat, large hand burying instantly into your hair. "Good girl."

The praise was a reward, a verbal pat on the head for taking him without complaint. He thrust forward slowly, giving you time to adjust, the thick vein along his underside rubbing against the roof of your mouth. His grip in your hair tightened, controlling the pace. "Suck."

He pushed deeper, and you choked—wet, messy sounds filling the quiet room.

Your eyes instantly watered, hands gripping his massive thighs to steady yourself. You swallowed around him, choking sloppy and wet, drool slipping from your stretched lips. The degradation and praise mixed perfectly with a mouth full of dick.

"Relax that throat," he ordered softly, tapping your cheek. "Take it."

You forced your jaw to unhinge, breathing through your nose as he pushed deeper, the thick head bullying its way into the tight constriction of your throat. Your eyes rolled back, tears spilling over your cheeks as you swallowed around him, fighting your gag reflex. He was so fucking big—massive—stretching your mouth until it ached deliciously.

"Look at me,"

You lifted your tear-streaked gaze to meet his dark eyes, mouth stretched impossibly wide around his thick shaft. He watched you struggle, enjoying the way you choked and whimpered around him. His thumb brushed away a tear from your cheek—almost tender, which made the degradation feel worse.

"That's my pretty girl." He rubbed his thumb over your wet cheek, contrasting the sweetness perfectly with the way his cock bullied deep into your throat. "Look messy taking it."

Your eyes watered uncontrollably, mascara running down your face, drool dripping down your chin onto your breasts. You looked completely ruined, submitting to his size and dominance exactly how he liked. "Keep swallowing."

Your throat spasmed around him, struggling to accommodate the sheer thickness as he shallowly thrust into your mouth. Your gag reflex triggered, tears streaming down your ruined makeup as you fought to swallow, drool dripping in long, messy strings onto your chest. He watched, eyes dark and satisfied, using your mouth exactly how he wanted. He suddenly gripped your hair tighter, pulling your head back slightly before snapping your face forward, forcing his length deep into your throat with a brutal thrust. You choked violently, eyes bulging as he held you there—stuck on his massive cock, tears and drool pouring down your face. "Hold it,"

Your throat worked desperately, fighting to suppress the violent gag reflex as he buried himself fully. Your eyes rolled back, mascara running down your cheeks, messy drool dripping onto your tits. You were completely helpless, forced to take every thick inch of his dominance, your hands clinging weakly to his massive thighs.

"Breathe through your nose," he coached gently, rubbing your soaked cheek.

You gasped through your nose, chest heaving as you struggled to oxygenate around the massive obstruction in your throat. The wet, choking sounds were obscene—gurgling, gagging, your throat convulsing around him. He stayed buried deep, watching you struggle with a dark, satisfied expression. His thumb brushed your cheek again.

"Good girl. Now take it deeper."

Your sloppy submission broke him completely. Three more rough, deep thrusts had you choking violently, tears ruining your makeup, throat struggling desperately around his massive size.

"Fuck—" His hips snapped forward one last time, burying himself impossibly deep. "Thaaat's it."

He came hard, thick ropes of heavy cum flooding your throat directly, forcing you to swallow or choke.

The hot spurts were relentless—thick, copious, flooding your mouth and throat. He held your head locked in place, not allowing you to pull off as he unloaded deep inside you.

You had no choice but to swallow, each gulp forcing a fresh wave of humiliation through you. Your throat worked automatically, swallowing his load while your eyes watered pathetically, utterly helpless.

He finally released your head, letting you pull back slowly, his sensitive length slipping from your abused mouth with a wet plop. You were left gasping and heaving, drool and tears streaming down your face, makeup completely ruined, chest heaving as you fought for air.

Thick ropes of cum hung from your bottom lip, dripping onto your tits, your jaw aching from being stretched impossibly wide. He watched you struggle to swallow the last of his load, throat bobbing wetly. His hand came up, tilting your face. "All gone."

His cock leaked slowly, trailing white cream down your chin.

He gripped your chin, smearing the remaining cum across your cheek. "Get on the bed."

You scrambled to comply, shedding your robe and revealing your soaking wet body. He pushed you onto the mattress, hovering over you—his massive frame dwarfing yours. The size difference was terrifyingly erotic, his shoulders so wide he blocked the ceiling light completely.

Your thighs trembled as he pushed your legs apart, his dark hand gripping your knee, pressing it upward. Your trembling thighs against his massive dark form looming over you. He was entirely unhinged, the dark veins pulsing along his cock as he positioned himself.

"Open," he commanded, watching your face. Your eyes widened at the sight of him.

You whimpered, legs spreading wider as he pushed the head of his massive cock against your tiny entrance. He was so much bigger than you—thick, long, and veiny. You felt him spread you open slowly, inch by agonizing inch. Your back arched as he filled you impossibly full.

"Easy..." His massive hand pinned your wrists down effortlessly, swallowing your smaller ones. Your pussy stretched violently, the wet slick obscene as he bullied that massive size deeper. You cried out instantly, eyes rolling back, feeling absolutely split open.

He wasn't even halfway in yet, and you were already overwhelmed, stuffed fuller than you'd ever been in your life. "Shh, relax..." He started to slowly work himself deeper, his massive length disappearing inside you inch by agonizing inch. Your tiny body writhed beneath him, utterly overwhelmed by his size. He could feel your pussy stretching impossibly around him, your walls squeezing desperately as he forced more inside.

He pushed forward until only half an inch remained outside your tight hole, his massive balls pressing against your ass. You felt completely impaled, his massive cock filling you so completely that there was no room for anything else inside you. You let out a desperate, garbled sound—half moan, half sob.

"There we go..." He finally bottomed out inside you, his hips flush against yours. Your pussy was stuffed so full that it created a noticeable bulge in your stomach. He held still for a moment, letting you adjust to the overwhelming intrusion—his massive cock throbbing inside your body.

Your eyes rolled back, nails digging uselessly into his massive forearms. You felt absolutely wrecked—stretched, stuffed, and dominated by his sheer size. The bulge in your lower belly was obscene, proving you were taking something impossibly huge. Your pussy fluttered desperately, struggling to accommodate the monstrous intrusion.

He tapped your cheek softly.

He didn't move. Just held still, letting you feel every inch of him inside. You could feel the weight of his balls resting against your pussy, his thick thighs stilling above you. A strange, heavy warmth built within you—the kind of full-feeling that only came when a man was truly massive inside you. Your breath caught.

"Breathe," he murmured, watching your face intently. "Feel that."

He began to move—slow, deliberate pulls that threatened to rip you apart. With each withdrawal, you felt the massive thickness drag against your sensitive walls, and when he pushed back in, he bottomed out hard, his hips slamming against yours. You were completely at his mercy, his size fucking you deeper than it’s ever been. The wet, squashing sounds were obscene.

Your pussy instantly turned into a sloppy mess, soaking him instantly. He started establishing a deep, heavy rhythm—slamming that massive cock into your tiny stomach repeatedly. You couldn't control your sounds, loud broken moans escaping your throat every time he bottomed out, your eyes rolling back.

The bulge in your belly moved visibly with every thrust. You were being utterly ruined.

"Look at you..." He growled, watching the obscene bulge in your belly move with each thrust. His hands gripped your thighs, lifting your legs up and out, opening you wider for his brutal thrusts. Your pussy was completely stretched around him, lips gripping his shaft tightly as he used you. "Taking it so well."

You could feel his massive size dragging against your deepest walls, stimulating parts of you that had never been touched. Each thrust was a violent invasion, your breasts jiggling wildly from the force. You were completely overwhelmed—mentally, physically, emotionally. This was more cock than you'd ever dreamed of.

Your moans became desperate, pleading. "Oh god—please—"

"Please what?" He teased, pulling almost completely out before slamming back in—bottoming out hard, sending his bulge pulsing inside your stomach. Your back arched, crying out. His massive cock was relentless, the veiny length stretching you impossibly wide with each stroke. Your pussy was working overtime, desperately trying to accommodate a dick that was clearly meant for someone twice your size.

"Take. It." His rhythm turned punishing, the sound of wet skin slapping skin filling the room. Your toes curled, your body bouncing helplessly beneath his massive weight. The bulge in your stomach was prominent now, forcing you to watch yourself get ruined by something impossibly large. Your eyes crossed, a broken, constant wail pouring from your throat. His massive cock head slammed against your deepest cervix repeatedly, threatening to split you open from the inside. You felt absolutely destroyed, your tiny body trembling beneath his. Your pussy was a sloppy, juice-filled mess, unable to stay tight around something so enormous. The wet, disgusting sounds echoed through the room. You were completely owned—fucked senseless by his devastating size.

He wasn't letting up, pounding into your ruined hole with brutal precision. Your eyes rolled completely back, tongue lolling out as your brain turned to mush. You couldn't even form words anymore—just broken, helpless squeals escaping your throat every time his heavy balls slapped against your ass. You were getting fucked absolutely stupid, overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of him destroying your insides.

His pace accelerated, thrusts becoming punishing. Your body jerked upward with each impact, your breasts bouncing wildly, your thighs trembling uncontrollably. The bulge in your belly shifted and rolled with every brutal stroke, obscene evidence of his massive size buried deep inside you. You were completely undone—completely ruined—your tiny pussy unable to even close around his monstrous cock anymore.

"You feel that?" he growled, pounding into you with ruthless force. Your entire body was shaking, the bed frame screaming in protest against the wall. You couldn't answer—only broken, garbled whimpers fell from your mouth, drool pooling on your chest. You were being used completely, turned into a living cocksleeve for his impossibly massive size.

"I-I have to—" You choked out desperately, eyes crossed, your body tensing around his massive invading cock. "I have to cum—I can't—" But the sheer size of him stretching you so wide made orgasm feel impossible, a cruel tease hovering just out of reach. Your pussy clamped down helplessly, fluttering around his thickness.

He chuckled darkly, slamming in deeper.

"Cum then," he commanded darkly, his hips snapping forward with devastating force. "Let that pussy break." He hammered into your cervix, the bulge in your stomach punching upward, and suddenly your orgasm ripped through you violently. Your entire body seized, back arching off the bed, screams tearing from your throat as your pussy convulsed uncontrollably around his impossible size.

Your orgasm was nothing like your usual—this was violent, desperate, and utterly terrifying. Your walls spasmed around him uncontrollably, milking him as you screamed, completely wrecked. Your body was completely spent, just trembling beneath him, pussy clenching desperately around his massive length.

But he didn't slow down.

He slammed into you harder, hitting that exact deep spot that shattered you completely. Your orgasm exploded instantly—a violent, brain-breaking climax that ripped through your entire body. You screamed your head off, eyes rolling back until only whites showed, pussy squirting uncontrollably around his massive cock.

Your entire body seized up, shaking violently as you flooded his length, completely ruined.

The aftershocks rippled through your trembling body for what felt like ages, leaving you boneless and utterly wrecked. Slowly, the heavy, brutal pace ceased, replaced by a gentle, stillness. He pulled out carefully—making you gasp at the sudden loss—and immediately gathered your exhausted, shaking frame into his massive arms, tucking you against his chest.

"Shhh..."

His enormous hand stroked your hair, surprisingly tender after the brutality. Your body was ruined—pussy swollen and leaking his endless load, thighs trembling uncontrollably, mind completely blank. The bulge in your belly slowly subsided as some cum dripped out, coating your thighs. He grabbed a soft towel, gently cleaning you with unexpected care, his touch feather-light now.

[naturallykae]

One in a Million

pairing: jackie jackson x black fem!reader

wc: 3,4k+

summary: Sometimes a little reassurance is all that’s needed and Jackie is happy provide it in the best way possible.

warning: 18+ MINORS DNI, angst, fluff (if you squint), smut, fingering, oral (f receiving), established relationship, pet names, no use of y/n

based off this request! i love a detailed request, you ate babe. thanks to whoever sent it in, hope you like it! 💚 proofread but im human so mistakes happen. fuck ai. i don’t know that bitch.

dividers by @pixopix

Chicago Stadium, 1981

It had been a little over a month since you’d last seen Jackie. The Triumph tour was making headway and you were ecstatic for your boyfriend and his family but some days you missed him more than others. The perpetual game of phone tag tended to get very old very fast. Those moments when you would catch him, you’d sit on the phone well into the morning just listening to him sleep. Due to this, he was extremely generous with paying your phone bill.

You could admit that you were a little clingy but Jackie never made it seem like that was an issue for him. In fact, he loved it. He adored how much you loved him and he loved you fiercely in return.

During your most recent phone call with him, he expressed how much he missed you and how badly he wanted to hold you after every show. Your heart broke and you cried yourself to sleep that night because of how much you missed him. The affection you had for him felt so all consuming sometimes.

The next day you booked a flight to their next touring city and planned to surprise your boyfriend backstage after the concert. You conspired with La Toya to get VIP tickets and she smuggled you in without alerting any of her siblings. You definitely held a genuine appreciation for Jackie’s younger sister.

“Girl, you look so good. Jackie’s not gonna know what to do with himself!” La Toya remarked, having you do a spin to show the back of your shapely black dress.

“You think so?” You bit the corner of your lip.

“No doubt about it! All he does is talk about you. Finds a way to bring you up at every chance.” She walked you through the dimly lit backstage area.

Ducking your head, you smiled and a heat spread through your chest.

“That makes me happy. I love your brother, Toya. This last month without him has been nothing short of hell. I had to see him or I was gonna lose every inch of my mind.”

Her eyes widened and she chuckled, “Good Lord, I don’t know who’s worse between the two of you. He ain’t put no spell on you, has he?”

“Girl, you tell me!” You cackled, throwing your head back. “Maybe he’s just laid it—“

“Alright now! That’s still my big brother. Please spare me the details or I’ll keel over right here and now!”

You laughed even harder. The sound of the music had the Stadium jumping. The singing was faint, you couldn’t even tell what song they were singing, but you couldn’t miss the deafening sound of the crowd. It was thunderous.

“How many people are here? Do you know?” You questioned as you both got closer to the stage.

“I think maybe like ten thousand or so. Apparently, they did some kinda fan raffle because of the record breaking attendance.”

“Christ, that’s a lot of people. What kind of raffle?”

Through all the twists and turns of backstage, you two had somehow made it to the side of the stage. Your eyes locked onto your man like a heat seeking missile and goddamn did he look amazing. You didn’t even know he could look any better than he did on a regular day. Of course you’d seen him perform before — hell, he met you at a Jackson 5 concert — and you were in awe then but this Jackie? This was something else. You had to dig your heels into the concrete to keep from sprinting onto the stage.

The long distance could be the culprit for these unhinged thoughts but you couldn’t stop them. You wanted to run your tongue all over his sweat soaked hard body and have him shake his dripping Jheri curl over you while he took you from behind. You even wanted him to wring those rhinestone pants he wore that were most definitely drenched in his sweat over your mouth while he pounded into you on your back. You were salivating and spiraling by the second.

It had to be a crime to look that damn sexy, you thought. And he was all yours. A satisfied smirk settled over your features.

La Toya snapped her fingers in front of your face to bring you back to reality.

“You got it baaaaaaad, sista.”

“Badder than bad, I can’t even front. And I can’t thank you enough for this, Toya, seriously.”

“Well just make sure when you have your first baby girl, you name her after me,” she let out a girlish giggle, covering her mouth. You found the younger woman extremely endearing. “You didn’t hear what I said about the raffle, did you? Too busy ogling my big headed brother I bet.

“Guilty as charged.”

“I said that during I’ll Be There each of the boys gets to bring a fan on stage and sing to her.”

“Oh… how cute.”

Internally, you were tensing because you knew how shameless these women were. You wanted to have faith that you wouldn’t see anything distasteful but your expectations were already low. You hoped they would be more flirtatious with the other brothers but you knew your man was fine and you weren’t delusional.

“Looks like they’re about to do it. I think they have the girls line up on the other side of the stage. They must’ve called out the winners earlier in the show.”

You barely acknowledged La Toya saying she was slipping off to meet some guy who worked on the lighting for the show because your mood had soured so quickly. You ground your teeth and tried to school your expression watching five beautiful girls walk out to their respective Jackson brother. The women that went to the other brothers were a blur of faces, all you could focus on was the lady that sauntered up to your man.

Glittering brown skin, wide hips in bell bottom jeans and a plotting smirk on her face. Your stomach dropped.

You watched as she stopped in front of Jackie and whispered something in his ear and he laughed, shaking his head. You couldn’t read his lips due to him turning his head. However, what you did see was his hand on the small of her back, dangerously close to that shelf of a booty. She had laced her fingers together behind his head and swayed them side to side.

Then the woman traced his jawline while he looked into her eyes singing. Their legs were slotted and their bodies were pressed together. You felt like you were going to be sick.

Once he spun her around and had her back to his chest, you turned on your heel, incapable of viewing this display any longer. You bit the inside of your cheek so hard you were surprised you weren’t bleeding. This segment seemed like it lasted an eternity. Watching another woman roll her body and rub all against your boyfriend left you reeling. At the end of the song, the crowd cheered. She kissed Jackie on both of his cheeks while boldly touching the skin above his pants and he laughed… again. You struggled to understand what was so funny.

The show went on with their last five songs though you were in such a state of shock that paying attention was difficult. The rest of the concert flew by. You found an unused amp backstage to sit on while your thoughts ran rampant.

This was the business, you knew that. Bold, touchy fans who thought they could get an invitation to their hotel rooms or a ride on the tour bus. This was a tale as old as time. You knew how stuff like this went. You understood he was just putting on a show.

But the at the same time, you hadn’t seen Jackie in a month. A lot could change in a month, and it was the longest you had ever gone without seeing him. He looked real comfortable with that woman in his arms. You couldn’t help thinking maybe his heart had moved on due to the long distance. Yes, he said what he did over the phone but anybody could say anything when their significant other wasn’t in front of them. You thought back to your last few phone calls with him, trying to remember the tone of his voice and drew a blank.

Your chest suddenly got tight.

Was your mind playing tricks on you? You would’ve sworn that he sounded like he missed you, that he was devastated you couldn’t be with him but it wasn’t impossible that you made up his tone in your head to calm your own fears.

The pit in your stomach worsened. A heavy lump rose in your throat and your shoulders stiffened.

Maybe coming here was a bad idea, you thought.

The concert ended, and at that point it was too late to disappear as if you’d never been there. You shook your head to clear your mind and looked up blinking to get rid of the tears in your eyes. You hopped off the amp just in time for a body to come crashing into you lifting you in the air.

“Baby girl!” Jackie tightened his strong arms around you. His sweat seeped through your dress and clung to your skin.

You fought the urge to crumble in his embrace because you really did miss him beyond words. You didn’t know what to say to him.

“Sig, you’re drenched in sweat,” you settled on. Your arms instinctively wrapped around his neck, fingers curling in his hair.

“I know. I know. But this is the best surprise. I can’t believe you’re here!”

He set you down to smile wide at you with all his teeth. You took a step back, staring up at him with a smile that didn’t reach your eyes. The flicker in Jackie’s eyes alerted you that he noticed the lack of warmth in your smile.

“You okay? Something seems off.” His hands settled on your hips. The shiver that would usually come from him touching your bare skin never came. The bustle of the crew moving things faded in the background.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just been a long day I guess,” you shrugged, eyes falling to your heeled feet. “Good show?”

“Yeah, it was electric...” The cautious suspicion in his voice was evident. “You look beautiful, baby.”

Your heart jumped a little. “Thank you. I wanted to look nice for you.” The words felt almost robotic.

Jackie’s eyebrows furrowed and nose wrinkled. He had seven younger siblings, no one would ever accuse him of being unobservant.

“Listen, are you sure—“

“Is that my favorite sexy little thang?!” Jackie’s words were cut off by Tito knocking his brother out the way to pull you into a hug. You burst into laughter.

“Tito, put me down!”

“Girl, I’m ‘bout ready to run off witcha. Just say the say word.”

“You big flirt! You better watch out before I snitch to Dee.”

“Woah, now nobody said you had to do all that.” He threw his hands up.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.” You grinned, lightly punching his shoulder. In your peripheral, Jackie had a confused look on his face.

“Baby—“

“Well look what the dang cat dragged in.” Michael and Marlon strolled up, smirking. They had towels around their necks and water bottles in their hands.

“Give me a break.” You rolled your eyes and gave them big hugs and a kiss on the cheek. “You two are lucky I actually like you guys. Great show, boys. I only caught the second half but even that was amazing.”

“But it was only amazing because of me, right? You can say so, these fools won’t mind.” Randy jogged up and hugged you too. You chuckled, rubbing his sweaty back. “Girl, you look too good. You sure you want my old nappy headed brother?”

Off to the side, Jackie scoffed, “Randy—“

“Boy, quit it. I am way too old for you.”

“Hey, I like a woman with a little experience.” The twenty year old wiggled his eyebrows and everybody cracked up. Marlon even doused him with his water bottle.

“Here, since you thirsty as hell. Back up off Jackie’s girl.”

Your smile froze in place but you laughed with everyone else, though more perfunctory. Just your luck Jackie caught that too.

“Say, we’re gonna go out to eat then head back on the road, you coming?” Tito asked.

“I was—“

“We’ll meet y’all there. Don’t wait up.” Jackie’s words overlapped yours before you were able to decline. His eyes said that there was a conversation to be had. He took your hand and walked away from the boys without another word.

With the silence behind you, you knew the guys were giving each other a look. Your face burned in embarrassment.

“Well, don’t take too long. And let the girl come up for air every once in a while,” Marlon yelled and the guys roared with laughter. You were mortified as you covered your face with the hand Jackie wasn’t gripping.

The silence in the short journey made you nervous. He brought you to a dressing room with his name on a piece of paper on the outside.

You walked to the lighted vanity and leaned against it, looking everywhere but your boyfriend. The words you wanted to say were stuck in your throat.

Jackie stood a few feet away from you with his arms crossed over his bare chest, sweat now dry. He tilted his head, staring you down. If he didn’t say anything soon just his gaze alone would have you burst into tears.

“You really do look absolutely gorgeous, baby.”

“You already said that, Jackie.”

“I know but I thought you might needa hear it again.” He sighed, “What’s going on? You won’t look at me and your energy is off.” He took a singular step.

“It’s nothing. Just— I’m just being stupid. It was just probably too much for me to come.”

“Why? I love having you here, girl. I’d love it even more if you told me what’s wrong so I can fix it. You know I don’t like seeing you upset.”

“I know,” your voice cracked and you covered your face with your hands.

“Baby girl, please tell me what’s wrong,” he pleaded, hands landing on your shoulders.

“Did you miss me, Jackie?” You mumbled, sniffling.

“What? Of course I missed you. I’ve been losing my mind every day since I last saw ya. Why you ask that?” He pulled your hands away from your face, and frowned at your running eye makeup.

“Because…” You sighed, meeting his concerned mahogany eyes, “because I saw how you were on stage with that girl and you just looked so happy. And I know you was just putting on a show but it made me think that maybe you weren’t missin’ me as much as I was you. Then it made me think about how we met and that maybe you could just find you another girl the same way. I’m just me. I ain’t nobody special. I don’t know. There’s probably so many women like me out there.”

“Girl, what?” Jackie snorted, wiping under your eyes. “Ain’t nobody out there like you. Ain’t nobody out here making me laugh harder than you do when you switch your words around in a sentence because your mouth moves faster than your brain sometimes. Ain’t nobody out here picky with they food like you. Crazy girl will only eat the tomatoes in ketchup, otherwise tomatoes are dead to you.”

You chuckled with a watery smile.

“And ain’t nobody out here taking care of me the way I’ve had to care of other folks my whole life… but you. Baby, how could I possibly want anybody else? You are one in a million. Hell, one in a ten million.”

“You mean that, Sig?” You whispered, beaming.

He nodded. “Can’t no random fan whose face I ain’t even gon remember tomorrow change that. I missed you so much that sometimes I lie awake at night practicing jokes I planned to tell you the next time I saw you just so I could hear you laugh.”

You giggled, “Now baby, you know you not funny like that.”

“Girl, I’m the funniest man you’ve ever met.”

“Nah, that would be Marlon.”

“It really do be your own people.” He dramatically clutched his chest like he’d been shot. “You ain’t had to knock your man down like that.”

“You right. I’m sorry. You want me to kiss it better?” The corner of your lips curled. Your hands traced his collarbone.

Jackie stepped right in your space so your chests were touching and you had to crane your neck to look up at him. His eyes locked on your plump lips.

“How ‘bout I kiss it better?” His big hands cradled your face while he peered into your eyes, waiting for permission.

Your hands clasped around his wrists. You licked your lips as your core throbbed.

“You love me?”

“With everything that I am.”

Even in your heels you still had to go on your toes to snatch his lips in a crushing kiss. Oh how you missed the weight of his mouth on yours. You practically sighed into his warmth.

He slanted his lips over yours then his tongue was deep in your mouth. You pushed back against him with your own circling his violently. He moaned sucking on your tongue as if wanting to swallow it. Your hands wrapped around his back, nails digging into his skin.

He pulled back and dropped wet kisses down your neck and then fell to his knees before you could blink. He grabbed your foot and placed it on his shoulder and you were worried your heel would dig into his skin.

“Sig, what you doing?” You panted.

“I’m gonna show you how much I missed you, baby.”

He kissed the inside of your thighs then his calloused fingers rubbed at your clit through your lacy panties.

“You so damn wet for me, girl. Don’t make no damn sense.”

You moaned at that familiar sensation you ached for when your boyfriend wasn’t around. He pushed the doused fabric to the side and licked the outer lips of your cunt before spreading them apart.

His broad tongue covered so much of you that every long lick felt like he was nearly licking your asshole too and your legs shook. He teased your clit with rhythmic flicks and you tossed your head back, moving your hips against his face.

Jackie grunted, curling his tongue to collect your honey. Your hands dug into his scalp pulling him deeper into you. Two of his blunt fingers pushed into you and you whined loudly. They set a teasing pace, only just barely touching that sweet spot inside you.

You wanted to cry in frustration, feeling tears sting your eyes.

He chuckled in your pussy fully aware of what he was doing.

“You want it?”

“More than anything, baby. I love you! Please!” You pushed yourself on his fingers, hoping they’d go deeper.

His lips suckled on your bundle of nerves when finally he stopped playing in you and scratched that spot that had your knees weak. The effect was instant. Your walls clamped down on his creamed fingers as he continued sucking like he had candy in his mouth. You came with a sharp gasp and the leg you balanced on wobbled.

He pulled back with wet lips and your heart swelled. You removed your leg from his shoulder to regain balance but your breathing was still out of sorts. He gazed into your lidded eyes while he cleaned every inch of his fingers.

“Fuck, I’ll never get over how good you taste, baby. I can’t go that long again without having you.”

He rose from his knees and took your lips in a dominating kiss. You fought back but were quickly overpowered. The taste of you on his mouth was heady.

You reached for his pants that encased his very obvious bulge when his hands blocked you and you shot him a confused look.

“Sig, what—“

“Not today. I don’t need it. I just wanted, needed, to do that for you. Little bit for me too,” he smirked and you kiss him again, sweetly.

“You are so good to me,” you whispered, resting your head on his chest. He still smelled like his sweat and it was heaven.

“Only because you deserve it. You deserve the world, really.” Jackie kissed the top of your head, hands rubbing circles on your back.

“You gon give it to me?”

“I’m definitely gon try.”

this was much longer than i wanted but it’s cool! first round of requests complete ✔️ now back to our regularly scheduled program. i have some good shit in the works so stay tuned. im still keeping an eye on those other requests that have been sent in and already responded to — they will be completed in the 2nd round. love that yall love my jackie works! yall are great! lmk how yall feel and i hope i did this one justice! 💚

[cupidslyrics]

— Hickey

Michael jackson x f!black reader - Oneshot - MDNI

Synopsis: After seeing a hickey on his older brother, Michael can't help but feel competitive.

Tags/warnings: Jacksons era MJ, set in 1978, Hickey receiving, kissing, dry humping, praise kink—"good boy", submissive Michael, dirty talk, talking him through it, experienced reader, fluff, pet name usage, no use of y/n.

A/N: tysm for 300 followers ily all, now enjoy this freaked out fic <3

Mornings at the Hayvenhurst household buzzed with chaotic energy and activity. The sound of heavy footfall, loud continuous chatter and dishes clattering, always consumed the mornings. 

As Jackie and Tito argued over who burnt the pancakes—whilst Marlon and Randy instigated—his two older sisters off doing God knows, Michael sat at the dining table, a bowl of cereal placed in front of him and a half finished glass of orange juice in his right hand listening to little Janet enthusiastically whilst she talked his ears off. 

Just as he laughed cheerfully at whatever Janet had said, His brother Jermaine strolls in through the front door with a smug grin on his face.  

“What’s got you all chipper this morning, Maine?" Tito questioned making everyone turn their heads towards him.

“This is the smile of a man who got some love last night.” He replied with a self-satisfied smirk.

Janet groaned fake gagging whilst his brothers erupted into loud laughter and whistles, knowing grins plastered their faces as they patted him on the back. 

Michael gave a small smile watching the scene unfold, but he refocused his attention on Janet—–he never was one to be interested in sex talk and his brother's manly habits. He believed sex and intimacy was something to be cherished—something to be kept privately between a male and female.

Which is why no matter how many times his brothers tried to pry or be nosey about his and yours relationship, Michael always shooed them off before enjoying you all to himself behind closed doors. He really was the black sheep of his brothers. 

Whilst explaining the cross word to Janet, he felt Jermaine’s hands clap his shoulders as he took a seat beside him. “Hey Mike.”

“Hey maine, how you been?”

“Good. How about you and mrs lover girl?”

Michael felt his face grow warm at the mention of you, he always grew shy whenever you were brought up—his brothers never failed to tease him over it. 

“She’s good, we’re good– she’s comin over tonight actually.” He replied before adding “How’s you and Hazel?” 

“Extremely good as you can tell” Jermaine replied mischievously whilst gesturing to himself with his hands—Michael rolled his eyes with a smile at his brother's cockiness.

“Yeah i can see that maine, whats that?” He asked curiously whilst he nodded his head towards a purplish coloured bruising resting just above Jermaine’s collarbone. 

His brother’s grin only grew cockier before he responded. “That, my innocent lil brother, is a hickey.”

Michael blinked confused—completely unaware of the term whilst his two older brothers Jackie and Tito turned around after the conversation caught their attention.

“A hickey?” Mike repeated, testing out the words still not understanding whilst his three older brothers bursted into laughter—he shrank into his seat feeling embarrassed.

“C’mon mike, you know what a hickey is man.” Jackie said expecting Michael to have been joking but when he saw his younger brother avoiding eye contact he stopped laughing “Oh you serious.” 

“Mike you mean to tell me you and her still ain’t done nun yet?” Tito inquired.

Even though he didn’t like having his brother's noses in his love life—Michael wasn’t a virgin, but he was still relatively new to it all—only having done anything with you maybe once or twice, which is why the concept of hickeys was still something that was foreign to him. 

“I’ve told you guys before, its nun of your business.” He replied, growing irritated by their questioning. 

“He still ain’t done nun yet that's why he avoiding the question.” Tito said, making the brothers laugh uncontrollably again whilst Michael sighed shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

“Don’t worry Mike, when you finally get one of these you’ll become a man.” Jermained laughed whilst he pointed to the hickey on his neck.

Feeling offended by his words his brows furrowed “I am a man Jermaine.”

“Whatever you say Michael.” Jackie responded between laughter.

“Go get a hickey from her and we might take you seriously.” Jermaine remarked sarcastically, trying to stifle his amusement. 

“Oh you think i can’t?” Michael retorted, sitting up more straight—starting to feel slightly competitive by their doubt.

The three brothers exchanged amused glances—their reactions speaking for them before Michael scoffed standing up to walk out of the kitchen.

“Watch me.”

𓂃⋆.˚  

The sound of lips smacking filled Michael's bedroom. His family were fast asleep in their rooms whilst he was up against his headboard holding onto your waist where you straddled his lap, exploring his mouth with your tongue. 

You arrived at Hayvenhurst for a sleepover a couple hours ago when you had dinner with the family. Michael had been quiet the entire time, barely talking to his brothers the way he usually would, when dinner was over and the two of you headed up to his bedroom—you barely made it across the room before he started kissing you hungrily.

“Baby– keep it down we can’t be too– loud.” He said between the kisses whilst your fingers caressed his fro, tipping his head back to kiss him deeper.

“You started this Mike, you shouldn’t have started kissing me like that.” You whispered against his lips grinding onto his growing erection through his pajama trousers.

“Angel–” kiss “Angel wait– i-i need to ask you somethin.” 

You paused, pulling your head back to look at him. “What's wrong Mikey?”

His eyes flickered away from yours. “Nothing i just…”

“Tell me mike.” You cupped his face forcing him to make eye contact as he exhaled softly.

“What's a hickey?” He asked nervously.

Your eyes widened slightly—expecting anything but that. “A hickey?” You repeated.

“Yeah…a hickey….Jermaine had one when he came home this mornin n they were all teasin me about not knowing.” 

He began to explain the comments they made, the way they laughed, and how Jermaine doubted he could ever get one. 

Understanding flashed across your face as you started to piece everything together—his silence towards his brothers during dinner and the heated kiss he gave you. 

“Well for starters i’m gonna kick their asses for teasing you.” 

He cracked a smile, chuckling slightly at your words.

“Don’t worry baby, I'll tell you all there is to know, okay?” You said softly, caressing his cheek with love whilst he nodded looking up at you with those big doe eyes you fell in love with. 

“Okay so, a hickey is when a person places their mouth on someones skin, and sucks real hard till it bruises—dont worry though, it feels really good, especially if it's on the neck in a sensitive area of the skin.” You explained whilst Michael listened intently, visualising it whilst you spoke.

“Have you…ever received one?” He asked suddenly feeling shy.

“Yeah baby i have.” You responded.

“Oh..” His tone was mixed with slight jealousy—a rare appearance that always made you turned on whenever it happened.

“Wanna give me one mikey?”

His dick slightly twitched in his pants—which you felt because you were still straddling him—at the seductiveness of your voice.

“I-i…i wouldn’t know how–”

“I can teach you. You want me to teach you baby?”

As if hypnotised by your words he nodded turning into complete jelly at the sound your voice. You smirked before adjusting yourself on his lap, getting yourself comfy again before you placed his hands on your waist to hold.

“Good, now lean into my neck and just start off with soft kisses mikey.” You murmured softly as he hesitantly leaned in but started pressing gentle kisses onto the skin of the right side of your neck.

The sweet smell of your natural skin mixed with Cocoa butter made his tense muscles relax completely as he spread the warm kisses around the area feeling the way your own body melted onto him.

“Mmh that feels good baby, okay now make the kisses a little wetter, add your tongue into it.”

He does as told gently placing his tongue flat before smooching onto the skin, he repeated this about five times as your eyes closed and your bottom lip was folded between your teeth trying not to release a moan that was starting to form in your throat.

Growing slightly confident, he trailed the tongue filled kisses across your neck moving to your left side which had you finally release the small moan you were trying to hold back.

“Does it feel good angel?” Michael muttered against your neck seeking reassurance as you nodded rubbing his back urging him to continue.

“Mhm y-yes baby it does…okay now i want you to suck onto the skin, still making it wet but this time suction your mouth baby.” You instructed softly.

He listened, you felt him readjust his mouth before his lips closed over the area in a sucking motion—instantly, he sucked onto your sweet spot that was just where your pulse was and you moaned again, tipping your head back more for him.

“Oh yes…yes baby you’re doing so well, m’so proud of you.” You spoke lowly, slightly feeling breathless.

Hearing the way your responses start to become breathy, Michael sucked onto your neck with more confidence, his tongue swiping all the areas that triggered more moans from you as you started to grind your hips onto his now completely hard crotch.

Feeling your hips move—it was Michael’s turn to release pleasure filled sounds which he released onto the area he was sucking, his hips bucking upwards as the grip he had on your waist became tighter. 

“I love you baby– love making you feel good, I love being good for you.” His hot breath tickling your wet bruised skin as he panted softly against it at the way your clothed core was grinding onto his pajama pants where he was now leaking precum through his boxers.

“I love you too, such a good boy for me Mike, doing so well marking me up—you like marking up your girl hm?”

Michael nodded whilst he groaned against your neck painfully and possessively as he continued to suck on your skin like there was no tomorrow. 

“Aht aht, i need your words Mikey.”

“I do! I love marking you up baby—love marking up my pretty girl.” He responded frantically.

Just as he was about to suck on the other side again, you pulled back slightly, lifting his head up—he whined about to protest before you silenced him with a hungry kiss to his lips that he returned gratefully, his tongue wrapped around yours passionately, neither of you caring how loud your kisses were as you deepened it before pulling away with a playful tug at his bottom lip with your teeth.

“How do you like your work, Picasso?” You teased as you tilted your head back allowing Michael to get a full view of the fresh dark prominent hickeys on your brown skin.

His eyes darkened seeing the outcome of his work, once again you felt him twitch beneath you as you pulled your head back forward meeting his gaze with your lustful one. 

“You liked that mikey? Like seein me all marked up because of you?” You whispered against his lips with a smirk as he nodded rapidly still staring up at you as if he was in a trance. “y-yes i do.”

You pulled back and he leaned in not wanting to escape your warmth but you rested your palm on his chest creating distance. “Now that I've taught you the principles of a hickey, and how it works….its my turn.”

The excitement that filled your boyfriends wide eyes caused you to chuckle gently as he eagerly gripped your waist again pulling you impossibly closer till you were chest to chest.

“Looks like someone's eager.” You ribbed 

“Please, please I need to prove Jermaine wrong—needa wipe that smug grin off his face, all of em.”

Fueled by your own desperation to help your boyfriend succeed, you leaned into his neck—the warm scent of clean skin and faint cologne filled your nostrils before you pressed soft kisses on the area doing the same exact process you taught him—licking his skin gently you smiled against him hearing the way his breath hitched. 

“Just relax baby, gonna make you feel so good.” You whispered before you started sucking on the area.

Michael’s eyes flickered shut as he released a soft shaky moan—so this is what a hickey felt like.

He bit on his bottom lip trying not to moan too loudly but when you started to roll your hips again—resuming your actions from earlier, he buried his face onto your shoulder whilst you moved against him and continued to work your mouth on his skin. You licked it, feeling his pulse quicken against your tongue.

“O-oh that feels so good.” He whimpered, moving his hands to your ass and squeezing a handful—his sudden confidence made you release a surprised sound onto his skin before you continued sucking.

“That’s it baby, grip my ass while i mark you.”

He continued to dry hump with you, neither of you losing the momentum as you panted into his skin grinding your now completely drenched clothed core onto his erect Pajama pants pushing your clit forward and back until you were a moaning mess. You sucked hard onto the skin making sure you left your mark on the very visible area before you released his skin with a pop and switched to the other side. 

Just like he did earlier, your mouth immediately found his sweet spot when you moved to his right side—Michael released a quivering moan tipping his head back to give you more access to the skin as you continued to abuse it, slurping and sucking on it whilst your hips moved on their own accord.

"F-fuck mikey you feel so good against me, so perfect and hard for me baby." You praised.

The two of you were now moaning in unison—completely losing yourselves, Michael’s head was thrown back with drool escaping his lips at how good your mouth felt on his neck and how good your pussy felt dry humping him, your spit trickled down his neck as you sucked hungrily over his adams apple.

“Ngh– oh God— oh baby—” Michael was an incoherent mess his words scrambling over each other as he pushed your hips down on him—harder, faster whilst you were your own disaster still latched onto his neck with tears of pleasure rolling down your face. 

“A-angel, angel im coming— im com— aghh!”

Michael came hard into his boxers his grip on you deliciously painful as he held you tighter, moving your head you bit onto his shoulder just as your own orgasm crashed through you as well whilst you continued to relentlessly rub your overstimulated clit through your panties onto his crotch before releasing his skin from your mouth with a whiny moan. 

After it became too sensitive and too much to handle, your hips gradually slowed down, the two of you panted heavily—both of your eyelids heavy as Michael rubbed your back soothingly with his palm. 

“You okay?” His voice low and soft.

“Yeah, you?” You replied as he nodded with a tired smile formed on his lips, his eyes sleepy but filled with love as they stared at you.

You stared back with matched tiredness and infatuation, brushing your thumb against his wet hickeys—a wide smile of pride painted your pretty face.

“Lets get some rest angel face, you got some showing off to do in the morning.”

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The family's loud breakfast morning routine took place as usual, this time Latoya and Rebbie were there to make sure the pancakes weren’t burnt this time, whilst the brothers—marlon, Jermaine, Tito and Jackie sat at the table playing cards above their cereal bowls.

The loud chatter and bickering filled the atmosphere as the late morning sun shone through the sheer floral curtains of the kitchen. 

Janet was sat up on the counter completing the crossword Michael had taught her how to do yesterday whilst Randy got on her nerves trying to distract her. 

After finishing up the pancakes—Rebbie took the motherly role like always and fixed everyone a plate before she raised her finger and counted everyone in the kitchen then asked. “Where’s Michael?”

As if on cue, the third to last sibling strolled in, his face wearing the same exact expression that his brother had on yesterday. 

He took a seat at the table completely ignoring the extremely loud silence that had filled the air along with the heavy weight of eight eyes being directed at him as he took his plate from Rebbie, thanking her.

“Mike…” Latoya trailed off her lips parted in shock at the sight of him.

Ignoring what was on Michael’s skin, was like trying to ignore the elephant in the room—his entire neck was decorated with massive deep purple—almost black, bruises. They covered almost the whole neck skin, around five to six on each side, each one being larger than the other. 

Michael finally looked up meeting the shocked eyes of everyone before shrugging. “What?”

His brothers looked between themselves before wide massive smiles plastered their faces and they jumped up rushing to Michael with cheers and laughter, playfully slapping him on the back and jostling him whilst his sisters rolled their eyes resuming what they were doing.

“My man!” Jackie exclaimed proudly, ruffling his afro.

“Ain’t no way.” Marlon’s jaw dropped.

“Mike– you out done me. You actually out done me.” Jermaine said, still shocked but filled with excitement.

“Let me see! Let me see!” Randy tried to pull his head back.

For the next five minutes, his brothers continued to joyfully shove him around, demanding answers to their millions of questions that were being thrown at the speed of light whilst Michael tried to hold in his laugh giving them short responses.

Their game of twenty one questions was interrupted when you’d finally come down from his room, you cleared your throat and leaned against the kitchen’s door frame with your arms crossed wearing one of Michael’s old t-shirts—your brown skinned neck mirroring his own, your curls in a high ponytail to proudly show it off.  

Latoya and Rebbie turned to you with knowing grins before his brothers immediately left Michael and rushed to you, they swarmed you with their own shocked questions whilst Michael smiled and watched with a fuzzy feeling inside. 

“Yup, and don’t make fun of my man again.”

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warnings: none, just pure fluff.

synopsis: your boyfriend has never seen mean girls. it’s only right that you force him to watch it.

word count: 700

“c’mon babe, i’m ready to press play,” you called out to michael from the living room of your shared home.

“i’m coming jeez, making the perfect bowl of popcorn takes time you know, it’s a science to it,” he chuckles as he plops down next to you on the sofa, placing the red bowl filled with popcorn onto your lap.

you giggled as he pressed his soft lips against your cheek before taking a handful of popcorn into his mouth as you pressed play on the remote.

it was friday night, no kids, no noise, just you and michael. since it was rare to have a night to yourselves, you and michael decided to have a movie night.

“what movie did you pick mama?”

“one of the best movies of this year, mean girls.”

“ can’t be that good, don’t think i’ve seen it.”

your mouth was left agape. how dare he?mean girls was one of the best chick flicks of all time.

on wednesdays we wear pink? get in loser, we’re going shopping? stop trying to make fetch happen? she doesn’t even go here?

he had to be joking.

“babe, you’ve seriously never seen mean girls?”

“what’s the big deal,” he chuckled at your dramatic response. you rolled your eyes as the two of you snuggled up against each other as the movie began.

“gretchen, stop trying to make fetch happen! it’s not going to happen!” you chuckled as you watched regina argue with gretchen.

“oh my gosh, she’s so mean i hate her,” you heard michael murmur under his breath as his eyes watched the tv screen intensely.

“hate all you want, you can’t deny how iconic she is.”

“i guess you’re right.”

“regina wait i didn’t mean for that to happen.”

“to find out that everyone hates me i don’t care.”

“oh my gosh mikey wake up this is the best part,” you nudged his shoulder, making him pop his head back up and focus on the television.

“i wasn’t sleep, i was just resting my eyes.”

“do you know what everyone says about you? they say that you’re a homeschooled jungle freak, who’s a less hot version of me. yeah.”

you watched his hands cover his mouth as a loud gasp left his lips as he watched regina get hit by the bus. he grabbed the remote from you and immediately paused it.

“oh my goodness, i know she was mean but they didn’t have to kill her.”

you couldn’t help but to bust out laughing. michael watched in awe as you clutched your stomach in between giggles.

“mikey, babe, she’s not dead.”

“what do you mean she’s not dead. she just got hit by a bus, like a whole bus.” his eyebrows furrowed, face full of concern and confusion.

“baby, we have to finish the movie,” you managed to say as you wiped the tears that were about to fall from your eyes from laughing so hard.

he hesitated at first but pressed the black play button that sat at the top of the remote. a sigh of relief escaped his lips as he saw her reappear on the screen moments later.

you rested your head against his shoulder, his arm snaked around your body, hand resting on your bottom.

every so often, you’d sneak a glance up at him, the way his eyes were glued to the television, studying each character like a test. this go round even laughing at the jokes and innuendos throughout the last few moments of the film. you sat up as the end credits began to roll.

“so, what did you think?”

“it was surprisingly good. at first i thought it was just the plastics that were the mean girls but then it dawned on me that every girl in the movie was kinda fake.”

your eyes lit up with excitement.

“exactly babe. see, i knew you would love it.”

“so i guess we’ll have to start wearing pink wednesdays now, huh?”

you cupped his face in your hands, locking your lips with his.

“okay, now should we watch waiting to exhale or legally blonde?”

“waiting to exhale.”

“smart man.”

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The Opening Act

Michael jackson x black!fem!reader

Contains: p*rn no plot, oral m! receiving & f!receiving, facefucking, riding, missionary, unprotected, p in v, creampie

Wc: 2.2k

This content does NOT contain AI and may not be used to train AI.

The lights were low backstage at the L.A. Forum, the air thick with the scent of sweat and cologne. Michael stood in front of his full-length mirror, adjusting his jacket, glancing over his shoulder to find you leaning against the doorframe watching him.

He didn't say a word, just crooked a finger, beckoning you into the dimly lit dressing room. You locked the door behind you, the bolt clicking shut to separate the two of you from the chaos of the concert crew outside. The moment you turned around, Michael was on you, crowding you against the vanity table until your back hit the cool wood.

His mouth was hungry on yours, tongue forcing past your lips as his hands slid down your sides, squeezing your hips hard enough to bruise. The sequined jacket slipped off his shoulders and fell forgotten to the floor, revealing a smooth chest that glistened with stage sweat. Your fingers fumbled with the buckle of his belt, and his breath hitched in your ear - sharp, needy.

You freed him from the confines of his tight pants, and his erection sprang free, heavy and leaking against your stomach. Before you could wrap a hand around him, Michael’s fingers tangled in your hair, guiding you downward until your knees hit the carpeted floor. You didn't hesitate; you parted your lips and took him deep, the salty taste of his precum coating your tongue immediately.

Michael groaned loudly, a hand covering his mouth to muffle the sound. His hips began to move, fucking into your throat with slow, deliberate thrusts. You could hear the wet gagging sounds echoing in the room as you struggled to take him all, your eyes watering from the effort.

His fingers tightened in your hair, rhythm increasing. The sound of his cock sliding in and out of your mouth grew louder - slick, sloppy, wet. A guttural moan escaped when you took him particularly deep, his abs flexing beneath your fingertips as you gripped his thighs for leverage. His hips twitched erratically, cock twitching inside your throat. "F-fuck... right there..."

You swallowed around him, hollowing your cheeks and sucking hard while your nose pressed against his lower belly. Michael's thighs tensed, trembling violently as his head fell back against the vanity mirror.

"Gonna—" He whimpered pathetically, the word high and desperate. "Can't hold it, baby—"

His cock pulsed against your tongue, and suddenly hot spurts of cum flooded your mouth, coating your throat in thick ribbons.

You gulped greedily, swallowing every drop he offered, your eyes streaming tears of triumph and submission. Michael panted heavily, his body jerking and twitching as he continued to pump his release into your waiting mouth. Some of it leaked out around your lips, coating your chin and dripping down your neck.

His cock throbbed against your tongue long after he came, whimpering softly like a wounded animal. The cum continued to leak out in slow spurts, mixing with your spit and dripping down your chin onto your chest. Michael's hand stayed tangled in your hair, trembling as he tried to catch his breath, chest heaving. "Oh god... oh fuck..." Your face was absolutely messy, painted white with his thick release—strings of cum dripping from your nose, lips, and chin, sliding down your neck to soak your chest. Michael looked down at you with ruined, hooded eyes, utterly wrecked. He brushed his thumb over your sticky bottom lip, absolutely mesmerized by how messy you looked. "Holy fart..." he whispered breathlessly.

Before you could even wipe your face, Michael was pulling you up, crashing his mouth against yours in a filthy, sticky kiss, indifferent to the mess coating your skin. He spun you around and lifted you effortlessly onto the vanity, knocking over hairspray bottles in the process. Without a word, he hooked your legs over his arms, yanking your skirt down and discarding it onto the floor.

Your panties were dragged down your legs and tossed aside immediately. Michael hooked your knees over his shoulders, burying his face between your thighs. His tongue dove straight into your soaking pussy, licking a flat, messy stripe from your hole up to your clit. You cried out, head falling back against the mirror as he began eating you out aggressively. No teasing, just sloppy, desperate oral.

The sound was absolutely obscene—wet, squelching noises filling the dressing room as he devoured you. His tongue swirled rapidly around your clit before sucking it hard between his lips, sending electric shocks up your spine. You gripped his hair, rolling your hips against his face, thighs trembling around his head. He groaned into your pussy, the vibration making your toes curl.

Your fingers tightened in his hair, nails scraping against his scalp as you pulled him closer, grinding your pussy against his mouth shamelessly. You could feel his Afro brushing against your inner thighs with every thrust of his tongue, the texture driving you absolutely wild. You moaned loudly, pulling his hair harder, your thighs spreading wider around his ears. Your juice was all over his face - his forehead, nose, lips, and chin. He was practically inhaling your scent, his tongue working relentlessly inside your hole before sliding up to punish your clit again.

Your moans grew louder, more desperate. You were tugging on his Afro like it was the only thing keeping you grounded as he ate you out with reckless abandon. His hands gripped your thighs tightly, fingers digging into your soft flesh as he held you open for his hungry mouth.

A high-pitched moan escaped you, your back arching off the vanity as he sucked your clit into his mouth like he was trying to devour it. Your fingers tangled deeper in his Afro, pulling his head down harder against your dripping folds. "Michael— Michael fuck—" you whimpered, juice running down his chin and onto his throat.

Your entire body seized up, thighs snapping shut around Michael’s head as the orgasm ripped through you violently. You cried out his name, pulling ruthlessly on his Afro while your pussy convulsed against his mouth. He moaned into your pulsating clit, helping you ride out the waves as you squirted into his waiting mouth, coating his chin and lips in your release.

Your legs turned to jelly, shaking uncontrollably as he licked you through the aftershocks, savoring every drop. When he finally pulled back, his dark skin was glistening with your cum, his afro slightly rumpled from your desperate grip. He looked absolutely filthy and completely satisfied with himself.

He smirked up at you, his chest heaving with exertion, a string of saliva connecting his mouth to your still-spasming pussy. "You... fuck, you taste good," he panted, wiping his chin with the back of his hand, only serving to smear your juices even more.

Before you could even catch your breath, He stepped between your spread thighs, rubbing the head against your dripping entrance without actually pushing in.

"I need you," he growled, his voice low and desperate. "Right here, right now." He pressed the head of his cock against your sensitive clit, sliding it up and down your folds to coat himself in your juices.

He pushed inside slowly, inch by inch, filling you up completely. You both groaned at the feeling—him from the tight warmth, you from being stretched so perfectly. His hips stopped when he was balls deep, his breath hot against your neck. "Yeah, just like that," he murmured, already pulling out to thrust back in with a wet slap.

The dressing room filled with the sounds of your bodies meeting - wet, sloppy noises as he fucked into your dripping pussy. Your juices were coating his cock and balls, making everything slide easily.

Michael set a brutal pace from the start, pistoning into you like he couldn't get enough. Your tits bounced with each thrust, your moans turning into desperate whimpers as he pounded your sensitive, freshly-orgasmed pussy. He leaned down to kiss you messily, his tongue invading your mouth as his cock invaded your needy hole. "You feel so fucking good,"

he gasped against your lips, his hips slapping against yours loudly. One hand gripped your ass, lifting you slightly to change the angle and let him drill into your g-spot. The other tangled in your hair, pulling your head back to deepen the kiss.

The new angle had you seeing stars. He was hitting that perfect spot inside you with every brutal thrust, his cockhead rubbing against your g-spot relentlessly. You could feel another orgasm building already, your inner walls fluttering around him. "Michael— Michael, I'm gonna—"

"Do it," he growled against your mouth, refusing to slow down or let you escape. "Cum all over this dick, baby." He slammed into your g-spot with ruthless precision, the wet slap of skin against skin echoing in the room. The coil in your belly snapped violently, your walls clamping down on him as your second orgasm ripped through you, soaking his cock even more.

You wailed through your teeth, gripping his shoulders so hard your nails left marks. Your pussy was clenching like a vice around his shaft, and you could feel yourself leaking. His hands tightened on your ass, lifting you even more to meet each brutal thrust. "Oh god— God damn it," he muttered, his forehead pressing against your shoulder as his rhythm faltered.

Your overstimulated body twitched uncontrollably, your pussy squirting hard around his cock, soaking his length and dripping onto the vanity. Michael let out a broken, choked sound, overwhelmed by the way your walls were practically milking him. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." he groaned, slamming into you one last, deep time before burying himself balls-deep.

His cum exploded inside you, thick and hot, flooding your already overflowing pussy. You could feel each pulse as he emptied himself completely, his hips twitching erratically against yours while he stayed buried deep. Your combined juices—your two orgasms and his release—gushed out around his cock, running down his shaft, over his balls, and dripping onto the vanity below.

The room filled with the heavy scent of sex - sweat, cum, and your arousal. Michael's cock remained hard inside you, twitching occasionally as aftershocks rippled through both of you. He kissed your neck lazily, his hands still gripping your ass possessively.

After a moment, Michael slowly pulled out, his cock sliding free with a wet plop. You could see his release leaking out of you, running down your thighs. He looked down at the mess you'd made together, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips.

Michael stood between your legs, staring down at the cum still dripping from your pussy and running down his cock. He looked at your flushed face and messy hair, the marks from your nails on his shoulders. He took a slow breath, trying to recover, but there's no mistaking the raw lust in his eyes. He didn't even bother to look away.

He stepped closer, his semi-hard cock brushing against your sensitive inner thighs. His hands slid up your body, leaving trails of stickiness from your combined fluids. He leaned down, capturing your lips in a deep, dirty kiss, sharing the taste of you both on his tongue. "Turn around,"

You turned slowly, your legs trembling so hard you had to grip the edge of the vanity to stay upright. Facing the mirror, you saw your wrecked reflection—flushed skin, swollen lips, and cum dripping down your thighs. Michael stepped up behind you, his chest pressing against your back, hands gripping your waist. He kissed your shoulder softly, looking at your reflection in the mirror.

His hands slid down to rest on your hips, his thumbs stroking the skin just above your skirt. The mirror showed everything—the way your breasts heaved, the glistening cum coating your thighs, his dark hands stark against your skin. He bent down, lips brushing your ear as he watched your reflection. "Beautiful," he murmured, pressing his softening cock against your ass.

His cock was softer now but still thick, sliding between your ass cheeks, coating himself in the mess that had accumulated there. Your skirt was hitched up around your waist, panties somewhere on the floor. In the mirror, you watched him deliberately rub his length between your cheeks, not pushing in, just... teasing. His reflection showed his jaw clenched, his dark eyes fixed on yours through the glass.

"Absolutely gorgeous," he murmured against your ear, kissing your neck slowly while rubbing his messy cock between your cheeks. It was lazy, intimate worship rather than fucking now. You watched the two of you in the mirror—your swollen pussy, dripping with cum, and his gorgeous body pressed against yours.

A knock at the door made you both freeze. "Yo, Mike, you good in there? We gotta go." It was most likely one of his brothers. Michael cursed under his breath, still not pulling out. Your juices were still leaking between you. He glanced at the mirror, then at you, then at the door. He leaned in, mouth hovering near your ear.

Michael sighed against your neck, pressing one final lazy kiss there. "Coming," he called out, his voice steady despite what they were doing. He slowly pulled away, tucking himself back into his pants. You stayed leaning on the vanity, watching his reflection—the way he straightened his clothes like nothing happened.

He turned toward the door, then stopped.

Quickly, quietly, he stepped back to you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips before you could react. It was gentle and deep and completely opposite of the rough fucking from minutes before.

[ebvnydesires]

⋆˙⟡ WIPIN’ OFF MY SEAT ⋆˙⟡ —

꒰ black!fem reader ✗ jermajesty jackson ꒱

꒰ 𝟭,𝟮𝟴𝟲𝓚 ꒱

⋆˙⟡ synopsis ⋆˙⟡ — based off the “telling my bf/girl to wipe off my seat” trend on the tikkytok .✦ ݁˖

⋆˙⟡ contains ⋆˙⟡ — humor smut face riding (YK ITT) cunnilings kissing cum eating (just a titch..) WATERPARK CENTRAL (squirting) multiple orgasms (2)

18+ MDNI .✦ ݁˖

・・・too much .ᐣ Okay…

Jermajesty, who was chilling in the living room, was free-drawing while watching Law & Order. He looked truly intrigued, completely forgetting he was drawing to begin with.

Then you came in, grinning from ear to ear, while your phone was recording a TikTok. "Hey, Maj, baby." You approached him with a wipe. "Lemme just—"

His eyes were still locked onto the TV until he noticed what you were doing. "Heyyy, I haven't eaten anything. What are you doing?" he asked as he reached for your wrist. Once he noticed the camera, he looked back at the TV, then back up at you, who was smiling like a kid at the candy store.

Jermajesty’s eyes squinted, then a grin slowly formed on his face. "Stop moving!" You continued to wipe his mouth and his face, even though nothing was there.

"M'just tryna wipe off my seat," you said with a big smile on your face while moving the wipe closer to his curls as they brushed against the wipe. Jermajesty looked you up and down like he didn’t hear you—but he heard you loud and clear.

He licked his bottom lip then took it between his teeth. “You serious?” He asked you, trying to read your face to see if you were playing or not. You nodded eagerly then took your finger between your teeth, and bent down to kiss him on the lips.

“Mmm, then come here.” He said, grabbing your waist to come in contact with his chest. He pulled you so fast your camera wouldn’t catch both of you in the frame “Wait—I was just playing!” You laughed as he picked you up on his shoulder as he got up from the couch.

You stopped recording and threw your phone on the couch as quickly as possible—this is exactly what you wanted.

Jermajesty was holding down your thighs as his muscles flexed against them. You were completely sitting on his face as your clit nudged his nose back and forth. The headboard was steady hitting the wall, not rough, but soft thumps against the wall—since you were riding his face like it was no tomorrow.

Since you asked for this by playing games he didn’t let up not once, he made sure you were locked down on his face like you were going somewhere. “Maj—baby!” You gasped, digging your nails into his biceps, creating moon crescent prints in his skin.

He hummed into your wetness at his name being moaned from your sweet filthy mouth, as he watched you grope your left boob to keep yourself gripping onto anything else. Jermajesty started working more magic with his tongue, doing figure-8s on your swollen bud—making you scream and whine.

“Fuckk—!” You cried out, watching the way his eyes were closed, trying to concentrate on making you finish. “Ooh—right there Maj..” you cooed while playing with his buzz.

His tongue started moving faster inside of you as you completely lost it. And clearly—he was stuck in a trance, shaking his head back and forth and lapping up all your juices.

You loved every part of it, back arching like a cat against your headboard as he held you up with all his strength. “I know,” He muffled against you, sending vibrations to your core.

A wince escaped you as a knot started forming in your lower stomach, you were close—and it was coming crashing down hard and you knew it. Tears were brinking right at your waterline from how good he was eating your pussy like it was his last meal.

Maybe you should start doing more trends like this on him..

You leaned back and held onto his abdomen for support, but you could barely lean back from how hard he was still holding you down on his face. He was loving every second of it, having his girlfriend’s scent and pheromones intoxicate him was something to die for.

“Ngghh—M’finna..c-cum.” You stuttered as your eyes fluttered shut at the same time. Maj didn’t care, he was still slurping, licking away at your clit and cunt. You were moaning his name like prayer, dragging his name out against your tongue as you rode out your climax on the muscle.

By the way he was continuously eating you out, he most definitely slurped every droplet that escaped from your cunt and didn’t waste anything. “Majjj, okay!” Your cry turned into a moan. The sensitive bud between your thighs continuing to be licked didn’t make it any better, your boyfriend was clearly lost between your thighs and didn’t want to leave.

You were eagerly tapping on his arms and gripping onto them to pry him off of you but he wasn’t budging. He sat up, still with his head between your legs, you gasped at the sudden movement. He set you down on your back and latched his lips and tongue back onto your clit.

His name attempted to come out of your mouth as it was forming an ‘O’ shape. He was still holding onto your thighs, hooking them and pulling you closer. You were holding onto his wrist—you didn’t know now if you were holding him to tell him to stop or keep going.

The sensitivity made your second climax come quicker than usual. “Shiittt—Aah!” You squirmed underneath him, you looked down at him seeing where the two of you connected. His eyes were now opened, low lidded, showing he was pussydrunk than a motherfucker.

The look in his eye and how good he looked between your thick thighs could’ve made you cum right there on the spot. Even better—it made you have the best orgasm, watching him still tongue fuck and switch to your clit made you go feral.

Your back arched off the bed as your braids were spread across the bed underneath you, a complete mess. “Mmph—Pleasee..get off of me!” You moaned, at the same time you wanted him off of you from how you felt yourself about to completely splash on his face—but you wanted him to stay there in that position.

Jermajesty knew you were getting close, by the way you were getting more vocal and pushing his head. The way his mouth still stayed latched onto your clit as you attempted to pull him off made you come over the edge.

A whole mess came crashing down on Jermajesty’s face and he loved it. He sat up on his knees watching you come undone and then added four fingers, rubbing on your clit back and forth with rapid speed. “Oh my g-” you gasped, your hand flying to grip anything.

He bit his bottom lip at the sight, even licking the leftovers on his lips. You were uncontrollably shaking, thighs trembling from Jermajesty’s touch. He always knew what he could do to you with just his mouth and fingers, he was amused at his own doings.

You finally sat up, chest heaving from releasing your mess all over your sheets. Jermajesty was watching your swollen lips from kissing you before this, and he wanted to taste them again so badly. “C’mere.” He motioned with two fingers and you obeyed as you held onto his shoulder for support.

He brought you in for a deep kiss, tongues tangling, your cum danced on both of your taste buds. He whimpered into the kiss at tasting you once again, and pulled away from the kiss to trail down your neck. “You did *kiss soo *kiss good for me *kiss.” He cooed, his warm breath brushing against your neck.

“Mmm,” you replied as you took your bottom lip between your teeth, as his lips kissed over that slight ticklish spot on your neck—you then held onto the nape of his neck, rubbing your nails against it.

a/n ྀི : I know this a bit rushed but I’m on the vacay and I’m tryna get some content out for my girliesss 🫰🏾

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