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fandoms .ᐟ ↓ (more soon just let me get obsessed with another form of media)
michael jackson (drools), james camersons avatar , euphoria...im ashamed aswell plz. , scream, tcm, horror franchises in general, star wars, outerbanks, creepypasta, strangerthings unfortunately, hayden christensen characters
kinks i will write for .ᐟ yall gotta get real open minded real quick
cnc...gulp. - petplay GULP. - watersports - coercion- corruption - req and we will see!
kinks you got me FUCKED up if you think id ever write
scat, gore, body horror, illegal shit, age play, furry stuff (srry), feeder shit, etc etc fill in the blanks
and unfortunately please dont req mlm! or x male!reader, as i do infact lack a penis and the experiences that arises with that to be able to properly portray such things.
im hype as fuck for this, the last time I was active on tumblr was when I was like 16
smuggling michael into your house, while dodging the preposterous amount of paparazzi and fans wasnt exactly what you wanted to be doing an hour before you leave for an important shoot. but, of course you crumbled under the mans whiney pleas.
please! y/n, all the hiltons and marriotts are occupied, because of the show! im sure the hotel is going to kick me out, if i don't leave!"
sure, michael mightve fibbed just a little bit—yes he was still climbing the fame latter, but no hotel in their right mind would kick michael jackson out, even for the rowdy fans raising hell in the lobby; which he has no control over. its not his fault he was spotted! and could you really blame him for calling for your help, when you look so good.
"mikey!" you whined, hands pushing against the man's chest as his lips attack your skin.
"you" kiss "look" kiss "so" kiss "beutiful, baby." he whispers into the crook of your neck. he finally lets up when he catches a glimpse of your flushed face, grinning he pulls back as you huff.
he knows you're not really annoyed with him, so he makes no effort to apologize for bombarding you. he totally doesnt like leaving you hot and bothered, why would you suggest that?
your security guard in the driver's seat, awkwardly clears his throat as he pulls into the driveway, minutes later.
michaels quick to get out, "wait!" he says as he shuts the door behind him, your brows furrow in confusion before turning to your door. hes already opening it for you, before your hand can land on the handle.
you look up at his cheesy grin, as he offers his hand to help you out, you cant help the small smile you attempt biting back.
security it quick to grab michaels show outfit, suitcase, and other miscellaneous items from the trunk—as mike guides you into the house, hand finding purchase on the small of your back.
"you could totally fly out once the shoots done! night flights aren't bad." michael whines, as he turns to his side, head resting on his hand as he watches you quickly pack pajamas into a small suitcase.
"youre so clingy, michael." you sigh, moving to your closet. "how are you ever gonna function having a girlfriend, if you're like this as a friend." you say, quieter, as you reach for a silk slip dress.
michael doesnt reply. he knows now is definitely not the time to attempt a change at the verdict of your...friendship.
its never the right time.
it doesnt help that now, sex is involved. plausible deniability is out of the window.
he shrugs when he meets your annoyingly knowing gaze.
your gaze lingers, shadowed by a fog of flashing emotions michael cant read from his spot on your bed. hes almost sad when it drops.
"plus, I already rush myself on shoots anyways, I wanna enjoy new york, even if its for a few days!" you say with a lighter tone.
he would rather you enjoy it with him. he bites his lip, nodding shortly.
his lips upturn, though, when he thinks of being in your home, your space for a few days—uninterrupted.
"whats got you smiling?" you inquire, zipping the case shut.
"I get to spend time alone in your house, I like snooping." he giggles quietly.
you lightheartedly roll your eyes. "youre like a perv in a pantie shop."
that earns a belly laugh from michael, as he sits up.
he moves next to you, hoisting your surprisingly heavy bag over his shoulder. "jesus, girl, what you got in here?" he grunts quietly as you giggle behind him.
"ill see you on tuesday, alright? dont mess my house up too bad, please." you smile gently, hand finding michaels bicept.
he laughs softly, nodding. a long pause falls over you. before its quickly snuffed out by mikeys lips embracing yours.
you kiss back, before pulling away. matching his silent longing look, before turning to the open passenger door.
"have a good trip!" michael says, less sure than he'd wanted.
michael hardly knew what to do with himself in the eerily silent home. socked feet padding around the foyer, humming to make the quietness ease up.
silence was a rare resource in his life, and for good reason, hes realizing.
he cant stop thinking about your pouty lips, your laugh, the melting gaze you'd give when he touched you, the feeling of your hips under his bruising grip as he fucks into you.
call captain hook—he was a lost boy.
how he ended up in your dimly lit room, hands shifting through your pantie drawer—he couldn't answer, but this was the predicament he placed himself in.
fingers soothing over the various cotton laces, of all different colors—michael can feel his cock straining against his jeans.
the thought that all of these flimsy little panties sit so snug against your pussy, makes his breath sputter in his chest.
his shaky finger loops onto a practically see through, light blue lacy one. the thought of you owning something so provocative makes jealousy flutter his heart, but he has much more important buisness to get too.
your aroma fills his every sense, as he lays back against your sheets. the aroma of your existence craddles him gently; your perfume brushing past his nose, he closes his eyes, pretending its you; touching him, small hands trailing down his chest as you whimper and moan above him, pussy slotting him in and out of your warmth as you bounce.
he doesnt wanna open his eyes, but his shaky hands cant get his fly down blind.
his heart aches at the absence of his imagination, as he slides the metal down, button following.
hes quick to take his poor leaky cock out, giving it a pump, before he lifts his other hand, holding your panties, to his nose.
through the detergent sent, he can smell the faintest linger of you. it drives him mad.
shifting his hand, he wraps the cotton around his girth, a broken whimper falls from his lips, as he steadily starts pumping his length.
eyes closing, hes back to his lewd thoughts. a part of him hates the idea of you having to do all the work, but god he cant stop wondering what your face would look like when hes kissing your cervix.
he pumps faster
hed reach out, grasping your hips, halting your movements, so he could fuck into you.
his back arches slightly.
he knows. he knows you'd fall apart on him, but hed keep you upright, watching you whine and moan as he trusts quicker.
he whimpers, hand jerking quicker.
hed reach up, gently take your breast in his hand. squeezing just enough for your hand to fly over his.
hes so close, he moves the center of the cloth, were your pretty pussy sits, squeezing it over his tip
he can almost feel your gushy walls clenching his cock, hed thrust as fast as you needed, as fast as you needed to cum all over him.
he imagines your desperate hips raising and following to match his thrusts.
his eyes roll back
as your broken cry breaks the air, hed slam you fully down, feeling the warm, wet heaven tighten relentlessly against him.
he gasps.
his cum would shoot directly into you, filling you as full as he could.
his cum spirts all over your panties, darkening the light blue.
he watches his cum drip slowly—tauntingly down the softening length of his cock.
his gasps are raged, as he blinks his eyes fully open to see the mess hes made.
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he knows this is wrong, but hes been withering in sin as of late, so truly how bad is this?
he places the wet, folded panty in the drawer, under a few to blend it back in.
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a/n: holy lost in the sauce. errr, enjoy!!
also not proofread!! you totally cant tell i met the limit for pictures in a post, totally not, right?? anyways wrote this on the beach and was highkey blind writing for a solid half of this, so sorry if it reads weird!!
From the moment he laid eyes on you, stood with his sister, La Toya, introduced to the family as his sibling’s friend at Hayvenhurst for the first time, in a pretty plaid skirt and a taupe oversized sweater — he knew he loved you.
Loved you so much he’d go to the ends of the Earth for you. Travel miles just to hold you for 5 minutes. Cancel every tour, every show if you needed him, at the drop of a hat.
Especially so once you became his official girl.
He’d do absolutely anything.
Anything but make sweet love to you.
It kept you up at night — how can a man so infatuated not want to strip you bare and ravish you till the sun came up. Not want to see you, stark naked, in all your glory, writhing and whining underneath him as he took you.
Michael had his reasons.
Timidity. Inexperience. Insecurity.
But, the largest factor of all — religion.
Michael was a raised as a devoted Jehovah’s Witness — something his Mother had instilled in him from birth. A religion built on morality and modesty. A religion that forbid sexual intercourse before marriage.
Michael wasn’t as devoted as his Mother — ever since his album Off the Wall, he had slowly began parting ways with the religion. Distancing himself as the connotations of his album were subtly frowned upon due to mentions of sensuality and infidelity — however, his personal beliefs about a higher power still remained.
He still, after his parting, believed that sex was something marital and holy — something to be worshipped and protected, performed with someone you truly love and trust.
And he did. He did, wholeheartedly, love and trust you — with every fibre of his being. But, every time your hand would trickle down his body, grazing over the painfully obvious bulge that clad him beneath his slacks — he would stop you. The guilt that washed over him far greater than any aching pleasure he so desired.
As time progressed, and your relationship blossomed — that guilt diminished. Grower smaller and smaller with each tentative touch or pleading look you’d give him. Each one cracking the glass dome of restraint he had locked himself in.
You knew tonight you’d finally shattered it.
Michael was sat comfortably next to you on the sofa at Hayvenhurst, a gentle hand resting on the curve of your clothed knee, television blabbering in the background as you watched him. He looked gorgeous in every aspect, but right now — calm, relaxed, content, it took the cake.
“Watch the movie, lovey.” His voice soft and bashful, a blush creeping onto the round of his cheeks after catching you staring.
“I think my view is better.”
Michael breathed out a huff of timid air — your quick-witted flirting always got to him. “Stop. Y’know I’ll get shy.”
You giggled next to him, shuffling closer to his warm body, “I know y’beautiful, Mike.”
He laughed, turning his flushed face away from you in embarrassment, “Can’t say stuff like that.”
“Why not?”
“‘Cause..” “‘Cause, what, angelface?”
Michael groaned, finally returning his gaze back onto you, a smile he failed to suppress adorning his ethereal face, “‘Cause y’makin’ me think things that I shouldn’t.”
Ting!
The lustful lightbulb sparked so bright in your brain you almost saw stars.
There was your green light.
“Like what, sweetie.” Your voice now hushed, darker, deeper — an undertone of temptation that had Michael reeling inside, “Tell me.”
“B-Baby.” He was cracking — you were certain. The way he twitched as a calculated hand fell into the tense of his lap, stroking languidly along his clothed thigh, the denim scratching along your manicured nails — paired with a small knit in his eyebrows that made him look so deliciously adorable.
“What’s up, honey?” You teased, face now inches from his own bashful one, “Tell me what’s goin’ on in that pretty lil’ mind of yours.”
Michael whined, deep from his throat, as you pressed a soft kiss to the corner of his mouth. Your mouth moved slowly — trailing to his warm cheek, to the sharp of his jawline, and ending on the smooth of his bare neck. The gentleness of your lips against his burning skin had him fluttering his eyes shut — basking in the sensation. His hands moved subconsciously, once against your knee, now hesitantly holding the curve of your waist as you pressed yourself against him.
“Wanna hear it, Michael.”
He whined again, ever so louder this time, a statement of his timidity, “Baby, please.”
Your lips left his skin to move upwards, meeting his gaze once more. He looked wrecked — torn between honouring his devout innocence or letting his dirty mouth reveal his secrets.
You made the decision for him, clambering over him to settle in his lap, legs either side of his twitching hips. His eyes shot open in surprise.
“Honey, I-“ “It’s okay, sweet boy, I know what you’re thinkin’, anyways. Someone else is doin’ all the talkin’ for ya.”
Michael knew exactly what you were on about.
His embarrassingly obvious hard-on pressed into the softness of your clothed cunt — your skirt ridden up your thighs so perfectly that the cotton of your panties now resided directly on top of the boner he was attempting to hide. Despite never seeing his gracious cock with your own eyes, you knew he was big — every ridge now digging into the slick of your covered folds, hugging his length through his pyjamas bottoms.
“Let me make you feel better, handsome.”
Heaven and hell. That was the only thought that plagued Michael’s mind in this moment. Did he remain pledged to his beliefs, or was the way your drooling cunt wrapped around him, despite the barrier of clothing, enough to make him crack?
With one flex of his grip around your waist, and a breathy whine from your lips — the restraint shattered.
His lips met yours in a feverish connection — sloppy and messy. Spit coating your lips and chin as he forced his eager tongue into your mouth — hands now splayed across the small of your back, pushing you closer. His mouth met yours in a frantic motion, quick and rushed, like he was afraid someone, or something, would stop him at any moment. Your hands slipped up his body, resting on the lean of his shoulders, before sliding into the sweetness of his curls.
He truly crumbled when your hips began moving.
A slow, tantalising rock against him — movements so precise and languid he was certain one harsh buck and he’d fill his boxers right then and there. You had played this game with him before — being in this compromising position wasn’t new to you and Michael. You had once, in a state of pleasure, picked up your speed as you rocked against him, but he quickly shut it down. Telling you, bashfully, he was soon to finish and felt wrong about it — paired with a pout and blush.
This time, though, when your hips picked up a swifter pace — he daren’t stop you.
He’d been agonisingly hard and denied an orgasm for months now — every time he’d nearly get there, the devil on his shoulder telling him to carry on and make a mess of his shorts, the angel on the other side would force him to halt your hips to a stop, apologising at the way you’d whine in disappointment.
Michael let you take what you needed — back arched, hands threaded through his curls as you fucked yourself on his clothed cock, the prettiest noises falling from your swollen lips.
“Y’look so beautiful like this.” Michael revealed quietly, hands following the liquid movements of your hips, eyes trailing over your frame, focusing on your erect nipples poking through your tank-top, the curve of your breasts becoming more visible with each bounce.
With every drag he guided along the ridge of his cock that relentlessly nudged against your puffy clit — your whines got louder, only forcing his cock to throb beneath.
Michael, all too familiarly, held you to a stop.
“Michael.” His name fell past your lips in a desperate plea, the pleasure depleting as you stilled against his crotch.
“I know, I know, sweet girl.” He reassured, leaning up to press a gentle peck to your pouting lips, “M’not stoppin’, don’t worry that pretty head. Just wanna try somethin’.”
He lifted you off his lap with strong precision — settling you down to a place you’d not explored with the temptation between your legs.
His thigh.
“There y’go, pretty.” He whispered, smoothing down the back of your hair in kind strokes, “Go’head, baby, take what’cha you need.”
Your head reeled at the sudden change in his disposition — the once shy boy had magically been transformed into a confident man as the remains of his restraint settled around you.
His new attitude sent a pulsation so strong between your thighs you ground down on his — the tense of his muscle rolling against your nub in the most sensual way. Something you’d never quite felt before.
“Oh, God.” You whined — ignoring the way Michael tched at the name used in vain, not once stopping as he dragged you along his leg, lip caught between his teeth as he ogled at you.
“D’ya feel good, pretty?” Despite his switch in confidence, he was still desperate for your praise, his voice cracking slightly as he met your glossy eyes.
“Mmhm—s-s’good, Mikey.” Your voice hit him right where he needed you most — the place between his twitching legs that had been denied touch for so long.
You didn’t miss the way his hips bucked ever so slightly upwards, chasing a grasp he undeniably craved. Your hands soothed that ache — reaching forward, ever so hesitantly, to palm the bulge in his slacks.
Michael gasped, hand flinching at your side, frantic eyes meeting yours once more, “This okay, angel?” You questioned.
Michael’s lip sucked between his teeth once again, glance flickering from your gorgeous smile to your manicured hands hovering over his crotch. An act he would once deny — but not this time.
He hummed, his voice high-pitched and needy, nodding quickly, “Please, mama.”
A curse fell from your swollen rosebud at the sound of his despair — your hand enveloping around his length beneath his bottoms.
“Oh, my Lord.”
He was done for — head falling back against the plush of the sofa, eyes rolled to his skull as the pleasure washed over him. You wasted no time in pleasing the man beneath you, never once stopping rocking your hips against him, as you slowly stroked him.
The scene was erotic — a dirty array of arousal in the way he bucked his hips unapologetically into your hand, cock throbbing under your palm, as you continued to hump the meat of this thigh, your slick staining the blue denim that had trickled from your soaked panties. It was enough for him — no direct physical contact, but just the right amount of pleasure to satisfy you both.
When your thumb swiped over the oozing head of his cock, Michael lost it. Whining so loud like he didn’t care who heard — the sudden boldness depleting faster than it had come around, now replaced by uncontrollable desperation.
“O-Oh, s-shit,” The curse fell from his mouth before he could suppress it, “G-Gonna cum, lovey.” His hips now fucking up into your hand pathetically, chasing a high he’d been yearning for for so long.
In your own state of blinding pleasure, your only response was a melodic whimper, his tensing thigh hitting the ridge of your clit that had your own orgasm building. Michael, with no prior warning, came with a cry, his milky white release soaking the material of his boxers — the neediest whines of lust filling the room. You soon followed — an exclaim of his name hitting his ears, only furthering his pleasure, as you came undone on his thigh, humping him at such a speed you were almost a blur in his glassy vision.
Michael heaved as he came down from a high that had been lingering on his mind since the moment you met him — an orgasm so strong he was twitching uncontrollably. You stilled against his leg, catching your breath simultaneously, peering down at his fucked out state.
“Thank you, pretty.”
“Ah, ah, I’m not done with you yet.”
Michael swore he died and went to heaven as you dropped to your knees beneath him — eyes hungry and dark, agenda unclear to him.
It was only when you lay your tongue flat against the rough of his jeans, the ones you had once fucked yourself on, licking up your essence that clad the denim, that Michael realised how much of a sex-hungry slut you were. The tang of your seeping arousal lingered on your tongue as you lapped up the mess you’d made on him — glancing up at him through your lashes at his knitted eyebrows and agape mouth. His suspicion that you were a cock-slut only deepening as you retracted your tongue back into your mouth, savouring the taste of yourself, and kissed your way up his leg, getting dangerously close to where he was pulsating.
“Mama, I—“ “Shhh, just gonna clean y’up, baby.”
Michael saw stars when you shoved his pyjama bottoms down his thighs and latched your greedy mouth to the wet spot that clad his boxers, a crackled groan ripping from his throat as you hummed around him. Your lips, settling right against the softening tip of his cock, suckled the cum straight from the cotton — his salty release flooding your tastebuds, colliding with the tang of your own essence in a delicious blaze on your tongue. His hand flew down to cradle your cheek as you lapped up the cum that stained him — his cock throbbing once more as your hands gripped his thighs, jeans now even more wet from your eager mouth.
“Baby—fuck, I-I’m gonn—“ With a strangled cry, another irrepressible spurt of cum shot from him once more, hands tightening ever so slightly around your flushed cheek as you greedily sucked up what he blessed you with — lapping up his second orgasm like you were dying of thirst.
Only when you pulled away, satisfied with your salty refreshment, did Michael’s breathing level out — blissed out expression meeting your devilish one.
smuggling michael into your house, while dodging the preposterous amount of paparazzi and fans wasnt exactly what you wanted to be doing an hour before you leave for an important shoot. but, of course you crumbled under the mans whiney pleas.
please! y/n, all the hiltons and marriotts are occupied, because of the show! im sure the hotel is going to kick me out, if i don't leave!"
sure, michael mightve fibbed just a little bit—yes he was still climbing the fame latter, but no hotel in their right mind would kick michael jackson out, even for the rowdy fans raising hell in the lobby; which he has no control over. its not his fault he was spotted! and could you really blame him for calling for your help, when you look so good.
"mikey!" you whined, hands pushing against the man's chest as his lips attack your skin.
"you" kiss "look" kiss "so" kiss "beutiful, baby." he whispers into the crook of your neck. he finally lets up when he catches a glimpse of your flushed face, grinning he pulls back as you huff.
he knows you're not really annoyed with him, so he makes no effort to apologize for bombarding you. he totally doesnt like leaving you hot and bothered, why would you suggest that?
your security guard in the driver's seat, awkwardly clears his throat as he pulls into the driveway, minutes later.
michaels quick to get out, "wait!" he says as he shuts the door behind him, your brows furrow in confusion before turning to your door. hes already opening it for you, before your hand can land on the handle.
you look up at his cheesy grin, as he offers his hand to help you out, you cant help the small smile you attempt biting back.
security it quick to grab michaels show outfit, suitcase, and other miscellaneous items from the trunk—as mike guides you into the house, hand finding purchase on the small of your back.
"you could totally fly out once the shoots done! night flights aren't bad." michael whines, as he turns to his side, head resting on his hand as he watches you quickly pack pajamas into a small suitcase.
"youre so clingy, michael." you sigh, moving to your closet. "how are you ever gonna function having a girlfriend, if you're like this as a friend." you say, quieter, as you reach for a silk slip dress.
michael doesnt reply. he knows now is definitely not the time to attempt a change at the verdict of your...friendship.
its never the right time.
it doesnt help that now, sex is involved. plausible deniability is out of the window.
he shrugs when he meets your annoyingly knowing gaze.
your gaze lingers, shadowed by a fog of flashing emotions michael cant read from his spot on your bed. hes almost sad when it drops.
"plus, I already rush myself on shoots anyways, I wanna enjoy new york, even if its for a few days!" you say with a lighter tone.
he would rather you enjoy it with him. he bites his lip, nodding shortly.
his lips upturn, though, when he thinks of being in your home, your space for a few days—uninterrupted.
"whats got you smiling?" you inquire, zipping the case shut.
"I get to spend time alone in your house, I like snooping." he giggles quietly.
you lightheartedly roll your eyes. "youre like a perv in a pantie shop."
that earns a belly laugh from michael, as he sits up.
he moves next to you, hoisting your surprisingly heavy bag over his shoulder. "jesus, girl, what you got in here?" he grunts quietly as you giggle behind him.
"ill see you on tuesday, alright? dont mess my house up too bad, please." you smile gently, hand finding michaels bicept.
he laughs softly, nodding. a long pause falls over you. before its quickly snuffed out by mikeys lips embracing yours.
you kiss back, before pulling away. matching his silent longing look, before turning to the open passenger door.
"have a good trip!" michael says, less sure than he'd wanted.
michael hardly knew what to do with himself in the eerily silent home. socked feet padding around the foyer, humming to make the quietness ease up.
silence was a rare resource in his life, and for good reason, hes realizing.
he cant stop thinking about your pouty lips, your laugh, the melting gaze you'd give when he touched you, the feeling of your hips under his bruising grip as he fucks into you.
call captain hook—he was a lost boy.
how he ended up in your dimly lit room, hands shifting through your pantie drawer—he couldn't answer, but this was the predicament he placed himself in.
fingers soothing over the various cotton laces, of all different colors—michael can feel his cock straining against his jeans.
the thought that all of these flimsy little panties sit so snug against your pussy, makes his breath sputter in his chest.
his shaky finger loops onto a practically see through, light blue lacy one. the thought of you owning something so provocative makes jealousy flutter his heart, but he has much more important buisness to get too.
your aroma fills his every sense, as he lays back against your sheets. the aroma of your existence craddles him gently; your perfume brushing past his nose, he closes his eyes, pretending its you; touching him, small hands trailing down his chest as you whimper and moan above him, pussy slotting him in and out of your warmth as you bounce.
he doesnt wanna open his eyes, but his shaky hands cant get his fly down blind.
his heart aches at the absence of his imagination, as he slides the metal down, button following.
hes quick to take his poor leaky cock out, giving it a pump, before he lifts his other hand, holding your panties, to his nose.
through the detergent sent, he can smell the faintest linger of you. it drives him mad.
shifting his hand, he wraps the cotton around his girth, a broken whimper falls from his lips, as he steadily starts pumping his length.
eyes closing, hes back to his lewd thoughts. a part of him hates the idea of you having to do all the work, but god he cant stop wondering what your face would look like when hes kissing your cervix.
he pumps faster
hed reach out, grasping your hips, halting your movements, so he could fuck into you.
his back arches slightly.
he knows. he knows you'd fall apart on him, but hed keep you upright, watching you whine and moan as he trusts quicker.
he whimpers, hand jerking quicker.
hed reach up, gently take your breast in his hand. squeezing just enough for your hand to fly over his.
hes so close, he moves the center of the cloth, were your pretty pussy sits, squeezing it over his tip
he can almost feel your gushy walls clenching his cock, hed thrust as fast as you needed, as fast as you needed to cum all over him.
he imagines your desperate hips raising and following to match his thrusts.
his eyes roll back
as your broken cry breaks the air, hed slam you fully down, feeling the warm, wet heaven tighten relentlessly against him.
he gasps.
his cum would shoot directly into you, filling you as full as he could.
his cum spirts all over your panties, darkening the light blue.
he watches his cum drip slowly—tauntingly down the softening length of his cock.
his gasps are raged, as he blinks his eyes fully open to see the mess hes made.
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he knows this is wrong, but hes been withering in sin as of late, so truly how bad is this?
he places the wet, folded panty in the drawer, under a few to blend it back in.
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a/n: holy lost in the sauce. errr, enjoy!!
also not proofread!! you totally cant tell i met the limit for pictures in a post, totally not, right?? anyways wrote this on the beach and was highkey blind writing for a solid half of this, so sorry if it reads weird!!
oh we need some more pervy bsf mike..like what he used to do before deflowering y/n
perv!bsf!mikey who, before reaching third base with you, would lift your shirt a little too high, to 'tickle' you (grope your cute waist) chuckling softly at your whiney protest when your pretty lacy bra would be exposed >⩊<.ᐟ
perv!bsf!mikey who hugs you a little to tight to feel the swell of your tits on him
perv!bsf!mikey who asked you to rate his cock, but you cant leave him all hard and leaky! so he has you wrap your hands around him "where'd you learn to be this good? hm?"
perv!bsf!mikey who doesnt want to make a mess when he cums, so he has you stick your wet tongue out. resting his pretty brown tip on it, shooting cum down your throat.
perv!bsf!mikey who grinds his morning wood on your perky ass in the morning, whilst you sleep, after a sleepover.
perv!bsf!mikey who grips your waist a little to tightly when you're talking to jackie for far to long
perv!bsf!mikey who has told you that its completely normal for best friends to change infront of each other!!
perv!bsf!mikey who rubs your puffy pussy to 'practice' for his future girlfriend.
perv!bsf!mikey who knows you said 'no fingers' when getting you off, but how is he supposed to make you feel good!! muffling your protests with deep kisses, as he slides two fingers in your poor little pussy.
perv!bsf!mikey whos gonna get touched by me
a/n: sorry for the inactivity!! im on vacation yayayay, but michaels still HEAVY on my mind, enough that im deadass on my way to see it for a 3rd time rn, glad to see it's the same for you all still!! please make more reqs!! im here to service you all!! ok love you byebyebye
in which perv!bsf!mikey tries really hard to be a gentleman for your first time together, but you just feel soo good >⩊<.ᐟ
cw: p in v, soft dom, kinda ooc mike SRRYY, honestly reader is a bit ditzy, coercion, virginity loss for both cuties, freaky ass tear kissing...smile.
porn with a smidge of plot
a/n: omg yall went crazy in the comments asking if yall wanted this, so here it is!! it was originally gonna be a blurb so, sorry if it reads as such!! also ommmfghhh he looks so yummy in that pic... ˙𐃷˙
wc : 1.5k ish
inspired loosely by the lovely @/glossiercheeks manipulative bsf mike!! go check out their work its so so yum and NOT ai lmao
"please, baby, you trust me dont you?" michael mumbles into the sensitive skin, his lips catch on your neck. you whine quietly. "but–mikey, were just friends..."
he pulls away slightly, to gaze apon your flushed face. "you trust me, dont you?" he knows hes not really asking, knowing your blind devotion to not upsetting him, a trait hes never been happier for you to have, then is this momment.
nibbling on the fat of your lip momentarily, you catch his gaze. its heavy with a fog you cant name. shivers twirl up your spine as you gaze away again. "yes, michael, i trust you." you mutter faintly
you catch his growing smirk in your peripheral.
"friends can touch eachother," he peppers two soft kisses on the apple of your cheek. "friends can make eachother feel good."
you curse mentally at his ability to make you mush at his stupid words.
your silence irritates him, "youre really gonna leave your bestfriend high and dry?" he sighs, as if your pulling away more. you panic, shaking your head. "you know what I go through?" he says, suddenly standing, moving to pace infront of you. "being me? I cant even go outside of the gates without being bombarded."
"mikey–"
"do you want me to find another girl, y/n?" he says, with a sterness you'd rarely hear from him. pausing infront of you.
you shake your head once more. the thought genuinely frightens you. you've knows michael for so long, the thought of him seeking out a different woman, makes your heart sink. "no, no! michael, im sorry!"
he continues without acknowledging you. "really? do you want me to go out of my way, to find another girl to help me, when you're here?" his condescending tone makes your thighs press slightly together.
"no!" you pause, looking to the carpeted floor." "ill—ill help you, michael." you say huffing softly.
you can practically hear his grin, "yeah? youre gonna be good for me?" he says in a low voice that makes your stomach tighten. you nod.
he closes in on you slowly, like your subdued prey. long fingers finding your jaw, he lifts your gaze to his.
his smile softens into something sweeter. he gently taps the side of your thigh. "lay down, baby, I'll be a gentleman—i promise."
swallowing thickly, you inch back, before letting your back rest atop the bed.
his large palms are careful drifting down the curves of your sides, taking in the delicious figure underneath the flimsy cami you wore. "so beautiful." he mutters, more for himself to hear than you.
he notices your nervous fingers twiddling with the duvet under you, he smiles softly at your juvenile shyness around him.
he unbuttons your shorts, unzipping them patronizingly slow. your breath quickens as the denim drops quietly on the floor. youre to nervous to look at him, but you hear almost a grunt, he had to physically bite back the noise at seeing your frilly pink panties. he was sure you planned that just for him.
jumping slightly at his warm touch on your abdomen, your fingers halt his. "michael—ive never-"
"i know, angel," he paused, speaking quieter. "me neither." his confidence cracks slightly, but its back as soon as it left. "but i like it like that, you all f'me." he says with a nod to himself. before continuing his hands up your shirt, you let him.
his skin has never buzzed like it does now. electricity shoots through him as if hes touching a static television every time he runs his fingertips over your warm skin or presses a kiss along your sternum.
you look holy.
you are a mosaic window of lust, the way your silky skin absorbs the rooms dim light and the scarlet blankets caress your figure, the downcast of shadows from your lashes brushing over your cheekbones, the milky moon veiling you.
holy is an understatement.
michaels heart is pounding in his ears, as you lean up, taking him in your hands. is this what hes missed out on for so long? how is sex sinful when this feels so fucking good? it wont be sinful for long, as you line him up to your hole, hes confirmed in his head—you will be his wife.
he braces himself on his arms on your sides, as your broken whine cracks the air, the air in his breath is knocked clean out, as he enters your pussy slowly.
he makes it half way in, before your hole constricts, tightening, your body is begging him in. you lay fully back, he can see the tears glittering over your warm eyes. "shh—sh, baby, youre so good for me." he whispers, barely audible as he continues his hips forward.
youve never felt so full , his cock opening you in a way you hardly knew possible. pain throbbed around the intrusion, as he halted fully in you, it soothed into unadulterated pleasure.
he shivers at your small hands embracing his biceps as he settled, letting you (him) adjust.
"m—michael, youre so big!" you cry out, his knees buckle slightly at that, which slides him out of you, hes quick to push back in which elicits a moan from you. you attempt to close your legs out of instinct, but michaels quick to pry them back open, gaze not breaking from watching you reconnect repeatedly.
hes trying so hard to keep your pleasure at the forefront of his brain, but can you blame him when he starts thrusting a little too fast, in and out of you? hes sure he'll have a chance to make it up to you later, but for right now. hes chasing the primal voice in his head thats coaxing him in and out of your tight hole.
your crys and moans are muffled in his ear as he picks up his pace, streching you fully around him each time he slams back into you.
he leans down, grip tightly on your hips, to keep you in place while he fucks you. he watched for a moment as a tear slides down your flushed cheek. as another threatens to break, his lips connect. "please dont—dont cry angel, you look so pretty, baby." he mutters.
he burrows his head in your neck. he feels your dull nails break the skin on his back, sending his cock into you.
he can feel his finish building up, you writher under him, your own release following suit.
his grip is bruising as he lifts his head to meet your hazy gaze.
"i love you—i love you y/n" he cries out, his thrusts becoming sloppy and uncordinated. "s—say it back" hes practically begging.
"oh! i love you michael!."
stars flood his vision as he pushes fully into you, flooding your poor pussy. you whine out, back arching into him as you cum.
everything is damp, the lewd smell of sex in the air as you both gasp for air. he lays his head between your breasts.
the room stills for a pause.
"i meant it."
a/n:....sssooo how are we feeling....grin.
i got LOST IN THE SAUCE BROOO, euphoria finale fucked me up so bad so i had to dial in on a dead guy fucking you guys. i love the internet, and more so you guys!! thank u for the hype to get this done!!! plzplzplzplz make reqs guys I BEG I BEG IM ON MY KNEES TELL ME WHAT U WANT FROM ME FUUUHH
anyways, its late as balls, gn. and rip u know who (euphoria)
ily 😭😭, the way you describe the writing is such a compliment im blushing, and literally same, I think esp with michaels upbringing, and hearing his stories around intimacy its so interesting to write it from a religious aspect!! I love the taboo hehe
in which thrillerera!michael and fem!celeb!reader get a little carried away in the backseat of michael's new ride .ᐟ
content warnings - switch!mikey, smut ,f oral p in v, shit pacing, as it is 3am. mike being desperate asf srry
long fic warning! wc - 2.3k sheesh
established relationship!! porn with like half a plot
authors note - hi! im totally not scared to upload my first fic omg haha why would you ever suggest that...! what stage of grief is this , also sorry if the smut is lackluster, this was my first time ever writing it.
michael's foot tapped impatiently (nervously), against the cobblestone porch.
he'd been waiting for you, for far to long at this point. the sun was already dipping into the horizon, casting a heavenly peach over the multistory house michael was nearly ready to break into, in anticipation.
he raised his closed fist once again, right before his knuckles made contact with the wooden door, it suddenly opened.
you stood there, head tilting slightly at the sight of the tall man. michael’s heart skipped a beat, It was evident that hed drawn you from whatever relaxation youd finally managed to find, by the state of you. he'd seen many beautiful girls in his day, but there was something effortless about you, eyes he could never say no to—curtained by lashes, nearly fawn like in his mind. soft lips he was sure hed be the first and last to kiss, the gentle glow of the light behind you hugged your curves; taunting him to trace his gaze down the nightgown adorned on your frame.
you are desire personified.
"michael? i thought we were meeting up tomorrow?." you say with soft inquire, rubbing the sleep that lingered on your eyes.
michael's outstretched hand awkwardly lingered before dropping to his side, then reaching up to scratch his neck. he let out a breathy giggle, looking away briefly before speaking.
"i know, i know—but you know how long its been since ive been to see you? with all your shoots? speaking of which, i got an early copy of your vogue cover, maybe it was worth the wait.” he mumbled, small nervous smile, though you two had been together long enough, you made him feel like a giddy, juvenile fan; which he couldnt deny he wasnt.
your small smile stretches to a grin as you shake your head at his words. “howd you even get that? theyve barely began manufacturing?”
The man shrugs “im desperate enough.”
You let out a genuine laugh at that, which shoots straight south on michael, he felt a greedy satisfaction at being able to make you laugh like that.
“oh, i also forgot to mention, i bought a car today.” michael says simply, as if reciting the weather.
you blink once—twice, then speak. “im sorry, a car?”
he shrugs.
you stare blankly for a breath before nodding slowly.
“i forget you are you sometimes.”
his smile is gentle, “i also drove it here, i wanted you to see it before anyone else, other than bill...and uh—paparazzi”
your eyebrows raise in intrigue, “thats bold.”
he giggles softly nodding. “Maybe, but i have a sneaking suspicion youll think it is worth it.”
you step past the threshold of the door, shutting it behind you swiftly, facing michael.
"well i wont hold you back any longer, where is it?" you say, looking past his broad frame, trying to steal a peak. which his figure doesnt allow
his features light up like a christmas tree, he prompts his hand, which you easily take.
he made it a step and a half before rambling about the features of said car, something about horsepower, milage, many things you dont have the interest in retaining, so instead you listen to his endearingly excited tone, his free hand expressing his words further as he leads you around the side of the house, to the guest driveway.
“michael, you bought a fucking cadillac?” you gasped.
the car was undoubtedly impressive, it looked like it morphed straight out of '58. cherry red complimenting the body, flashy white lining the rims and top. your mouth agape slightly, as you broke away from michael's hand to take a closer look.
you walk to the passenger side, peering into the windows, white leather seats gleamed, a lighter red then the rest of the car encapsulated the dash. the cherry and vanilla swirled effortlessly through the entirety of the interior.
as you were preoccupied, micheal was focused on much different things. he swallowed thickly as his eyes directly tracing the curve of your ass, the nightgown hid very little to the imagination, it seemed to taunt him every time you bent further, blanketing the silky skin beneath.
his arms crossed over his body, as if attempting to shield himself from the lust sinking into his bones. gaze trailing up your arched spine, he nearly choked on the jagged air he tried to maintain. Those two weeks apart were fully catching up to him.
you turn suddenly, causing michael to snap his gaze down to the concrete beneath his shoes. your eyebrows furrow slightly.
"mikey?"
"yes, my dear?" he muttered under his breath weakly
"are you okay? did something happen?" you walked the short distance to him quickly, gently placing your hands on his biceps.
he finally meets your gaze, awkward smile drifting up his features, as he nods. He is now noticing the way your eyebrows upturn in worry, is the same look he entices when he is balls deep in you. great timing.
"yes, sorry--i was just distracted." his arms unfold, hands landing on your waist. "its unlocked,” he notions to the car with a nod. “the uh, inside is bigger than it let's on." he nudges you gently, you linger slightly on the unease, but ultimately accept his answer with a nod.
his hand moves to the small of your back when you turn, he leads the both of you to the doors, he opens the passenger for you. you take extra caution when entering, worried even sitting on the seats would ruin them — this makes michael chuckle under his breath.
hes quickly at the driver's side, sliding in with ease. he glances to you, “baby, youre not gonna make the car implode by getting comfortable.” he teases gently, which elicits a half pout from you. he cant help himself from letting his eyes drift to your glossy plump lips, he felt like a pure sinner imagining the things he wanted to do between them. when you looked down, poking softly at the button and nobs lining the dash, he took his time to notice the swell of your breasts. I mean who could blame him, when the cold dusk air caused your nipples to harden. he noted the lack of bra, before biting his lip slightly, looking away. His pants never felt more constricting.
"you like it?" his uneven voice suddenly filled the quiet car, you nod with a bright smile. " 's beautiful mikey, but don't you think its a little flashy for someone who wants to be under cover? what will your dad think about this? You know how he is with money…" you inquire with a tilt of your head.
michael laughed shortly, shaking his head. "well I dunno, I thought yknow...with the album out and the success of that…I should treat myself." he shrugged slightly, eyes catching your gaze. “plus a busted dodge dart could leave those gates and still be followed, hayvenhurst is never clear of wandering eyes.” the last part quieter
you nod slowly, you guessed that made sense.
you suddenly break the short silence. "yknow, I haven't exactly 'treated' you for the album either..." your words were careful.
what michael had failed to note, was the reflection in the windows earlier was practically a mirror; you clocked his desperate gaze almost instantly. and it was certainly no secret with the tent in his pants he made no effort to conseal.
mikes breath quickened as the mood suddenly shifted. he was delayed to a awkwardly quick nod.
“and you know,” you say slower, leaning over ever so slightly to caress his thigh. “The vogue shoot took so long, and that was so nerve racking…” your eyes drift slowly to his. His blood runs cold.
"well, um, I dont want you to feel like you have to d-" michael began, eyes shifting from your delicate touch, to your eyes rapidly.
you huffed, leaning over the console to quickly catch the man's lips. michael's brain short circuited, taking a second to late to match the kiss.
he was glad you took the initiative. yes, you had been intimate before, but you still made him so jittery; with the expectation to please you. your hand reached to lay against his jaw, as you moved together desperately. His hands flew to your sides, clawing to get you closer. he gained a bit of gull, his tongue found the entrance to your lips, desperate to get past you let him; not without a struggle of dominance—which you ultimately won once he pulled away
a string of saliva lewdly connected you together, his breath fanned against your lips as he took a second to let his lungs catch up. "the backseat–its uh, nice." he winced slightly at his maladroit words.
you couldnt help the giggle that left your lips, "you're such a dork, mike." you say, teasingly. michaels face blossoms burgundy.
your eyes drag over his handsome features, before kissing his cheek briefly. You brace yourself on your knees, quickly moving to climb to the back seat. Michaels hand shoots up to aid you. In the maneuver, you made no attempt to hide the accentuation of your ass as you bent to reach the seat..
he swallowed as he shamelessly you watched over.
to say he was lost, was an understatement. He was sure he was in heaven. Your plush thighs squeezing his head, hands tangled in his hair as he got to devour you, completely. His tongue moved feverishly over your pearl, circling it, before slowly licking up your slit, where he pistoned two fingers in and out quickly, bending at every breach to assault the spongy spot inside of you. Your moans erupted throughout the small cabin, fingers grasping in a frenzy. long lost were your concerns of wrecking the freshly refurbished seats; as you arched deliciously into michaels face. He groaned into your puffy pussy, shivers rattled up your spine. “missed this—missed you.” he mumbles, before continuing his attack on your sensitive bud.
“m–mikey!” your head threw back as he sucked. “oh michael!---please!--dont stop!”
his free hand gripped the flesh of your thigh, leaving an angry mark in its wake. you weren't able to form the words before you released. your back arched once more, chasing the crashing feeling, pornographic moan following suit, as your thighs trembled.
he lapped desperately, causing you to whine at the overwhelming sensation. “mikey—!”
he pulled off, a shiteating grin finding his glistening lips. “sorry baby.” his hazy eyes met yours as he shamelessly sucked you off his fingers. You looked away quickly, flushed cheeks deepening.
He leaned up, gently but firmly moving your face to meet his, encapsulating you in a deep kiss, you tasted yourself on him. Whining below him he pulled away. “Need more—please, michael.” if he didnt know better you nearly looks distressed. He moved his hands to his belt, quickly moving to kiss slowly down your esophagus, as the metal of his belt clinked, unbuckling, he quickly shoved the pants down, he didnt even bother sliding them off fully. he stroked himself once, then twice. your lustful gaze watching his hand, you adjusted on your elbows, reaching to replace his hand. his breath sputtered under your grasp, but he let you take over, dropping his hand to your waist.
you stroked slowly a few times, before finding his gaze. he looked heartbreakingly handsome above you, sweat gently glistening his forehead, damp curls cascading down. lips red and puffy. your pussy clenched around nothing as you looked back down to his cock; angry red tip wet with pre cum. you gently guided him forward, to your entrance.
he winced above you as his tip breached you, the stretch was noticeable as your eyebrows upturned. he gently took your hand wrapped around his cock, aiding you slightly quicker into you. you let out a broken moan once he bottomed out. he faltered slightly, having to readjust his arms caging you. his pace was antagonizingly slow, you gently started bucking your hips up, his cock slid in and out easily, coated with your slick. he stifled a grunt ad he lifted slightly, finding a better angle in the tight space. angling upward had him even more deep within you, his resolved cracked at the pathetic moan that left your lips. he quickly pushed all the way in.
his pace was brutal, the built up tension, distance, and time all came crashing through michael as he thrusted in and out of you. “y–youre so deep!” you cried out, the car shook with every drag of his cock.
“you–you feel so good, baby, so tight— imagined you like this for so long.” his eyes were squeezed shut as he fucked into you nearly primally. you clung to him, nails digging into the sweaty shirt sticking to his form. the ache of your small claws sent shivers down his spine as he went impossibly quicker.
you felt him twitch inside of you, you clenched tightly, causing his head to fly back. “p–please, please keep doing that! baby–i– youre gonna make me cum, please baby!” his pathetic groans, had the tightening band in your stomach coil tighter.
“come in me–michael, please!” you begged feverishly. his hips wretched fully forward, stilling as deep as he could reach, bending down next to your ear, your senses overwhelmed by him.. “my pretty model–my pretty girl, y’gonna look so pretty carrying my babies.” he grunted out, small thrusts finding his hips as his seed released into you, with a broken whine. you came soon after. coil snapping violently, as your release washed over you euphorically.
michael pulled away enough to meet your gaze, gently shifting the locks of hair thatd fallen infront of your flushed features. he smiled warmly. “i think that was a good way to break in the new cadillac.”
you grimaced quietly, unable to help your breathy giggle. “youre a pervert.”
holy shit i pulled an all nighter to finish this bitch. please forgive the awkward transition to smut! as this was my first time writing it...smile.
anywho! hope you enjoyed this! and thank you to the people who waited!! ask or req anything else if youre interested! im now gonna try and figure out how to make a master list!! pray for me.
submissive thriller mj has me SICKKKKKK him looking up at you when ur riding him with his big doe eyes saying “am i doing a good job mama?” such a pretty young thing getit hahahaha ..ngnnggg
suby!mike x softdom!fem!reader who just can't handle himself when you're riding him .ᐟ
youre concentrated on ridding, lifting your hips up and down on michaels impressive length, whilst all he can do is blubber and whine!
"p–please! mama, youre making me feel—so good!–" he grunts pathetically under you. his large hands trying to find purchase on your plush thighs.
your brows furrow as your legs strain, you grip tightly onto michael's shoulders as your rapid humping falters. "mikey, baby—help mama out." you meet his wide eyes as he quickly nods, desperate to pleasure you—aswell as himself.
he braces himself under you, gripping tightly onto the silky skin of your waist, before bucking into you.
you moan softly above him, which cause michael's hips to snap upwards quickly, his lustrous instincts puppeteering his body.
moans and whines fill the empty room, along with quick shlick–shlick–shlick.
poor baby can't help the tears that bubble in his waterline, your pussy just feels so good squeezing his leaky cock!
he glances up at you, watching your face contort with wanton moans as your hips meet his over, and over. his shaking hand wanders up to the swell of your breast, squeezing tightly. this makes your own hand leave his shoulder, overlapping his on your breast.
this causes another moan to tumble from your pouted lips, you glance down to the man. eyes hazy.
"am I doing a good job, mama?" he whimpers pathetically, bucking his cock in to your tight hole quicker.
"s–so good mikey! so good for mama!"
he grunted below you, arms moving around your waist to hug you too him. giving you more leverage to bounce, the tip of his cock ramming repeatedly into the spongey spot inside you, had your thighs buzzing.
"mama! please—oh god, I'm gonna cum!" he cried out helplessly beneath you.
you raise and drop quicker, slotting him in and out, in and out. your own finish beginning to wash over you, euphoric waves lapping at your senses.
michael vices his grip on your hips, faltering your movements as he burries himself in you.
you feel the warm spurts of his release paint your gummy walls, as he cries out.
you pull back enough to gaze down at him, a second later. he looked pathetic, watery eyes, pouty lips, face flushed burgundy.
"you did so well for me, baby."
a/n: shorter blurb, but i wanted to get something out today!! also not proof read so apologies!! thank you for all the love on 'back of your cadillac'! more works in the making!!
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