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💬 5 🔁 0 ❤️ 32 · Sorry if this is short this fic is a bit out of my comfort zone and to clarify I do not actually ship Paul and Michael! ·
– RESUMEN :: Desde que Mike le compró esa cámara a Gerard, no ha parado de tomar fotos a todo lo que se le ponga en frente. Pronto, Michael también entiende porque le encanta, cuando él mismo utiliza aquella cámara para hacerle una "sesión de fotos" a su novio.
– ADVERTENCIAS :: Sub!Gerard, Dom!Michael, sexo oral, estimación con dedos, ver pero no tocar, grabando, obscenidad.
「 M. Invincible Era! x G. Bullets Era! 」
Gerard amaba las fotos.
Desde que Michael le compró esa nueva cámara, TODOS LOS DIAS se toma mínimo diez fotos o vídeos de cualquier cosa que está haciendo.
¿Se siente lindo hoy? Foto.
¿Hizo el desayuno?
Foto de él y el desayuno.
¿Acababa de terminar UN panel de su comic?
Foto del comic y por alguna razon al lado de su figurita de Batman.
Básicamente, no se lleva esa cámara al baño nomas porque Michael se molestaba y eso le parecía "excesivo", baah, aburrido.
Aunque tomarse fotos a sí mismo era divertido, tomarle fotos a Mike lo era EL TRIPLE.
Para Gee, Michael es el hombre más fotogénico y guapo que el mundo ha podido parir, así que nunca pierde el tiempo para fotografiar al mayor.
Así que si Gerard se tomaba una foto a sí mismo cada segundo, a Michel le tomaba cinco por cada microsegundo!
Además de que, Michael es como un supermega modelo andante, literalmente cada movimiento que hace es digno de una hermosa fotografía, ¡parece que viene en su naturaleza humana!... Malísimo el chiste.
En fin, que en ese momento Michael estaba peinando a su hermosa niña, Paris, pasando el cepillo por sus cabellos con toda la delicadeza del mundo, ambos en la habitación de la pequeña, y con música suave saliendo de la pequeña radio rosada de ella.
Gerard, quién pensaba ir a la cocina, pasó por en frente de la habitación, y no pudo evitar detenerse a ver la escena tan tierna... OBVIAMENTE que sacó la cámara de su bolsillo y les tomó una foto.
El "click" que sonó tomó desapercibidos tanto a Paris como a Michael, quienes voltearon a mirar a Gerard y, cómicamente, hicieron una expresión de fastidio, rodaron los ojos, y siguieron con lo suyo... Todo al mismo tiempo.
Gerard ahora estaba doblado de la risa, ¡eran tan tiernos! Sentía que podía ponerse a llorar ahí mismo solo de lo tierno que había sido eso, y obvio, tomó otra foto, pero ahora tipo selfie, con él en una esquina haciendo el símbolo de paz con sus dedos.
Luego, ahora sí se fue a la cocina a prepararse un café. Así que mientras la cafetera hacía su trabajo, Gee tenía sus codos apoyados sobre la encimera, en frente de las grandes y hermosas ventanas, recibiendo el sol mañanero y mirando el precioso paisaje en frente.
De repente, sintió unas manos rodeando su cintura, Gee se estremeció y saltó en su sitio y soltó un gritito, volteando la cabeza y poniéndose recto y duro como una roca.
- ¡¡BOOO!!
Gritó el mayor, con una sonrisa en su rostro, riéndose con sus ojos entrecerrados y su hermosa sonrisa.
- ¡MICHAEL! ¡No me asustes así!
Gerard le exclamó, pero pronto sus hombros perdieron la tensión, abrazó al mayor y empezó a reírse junto con él, las comisuras de su boca levantadas y con un lindo sonrojo tiñendo sus mejillas pálidas, tornandolas de un color rojizo.
Michael le dió un beso en estas mejillas que ardían, y rozó la punta de su nariz respingada contra la del menor.
- Has estado muy contento con esa cámara, ¿Verdad?
A Gee se le iluminaron los ojos de repente, le dio su mayor sonrisa y empezó a asentir repetidas veces.
- ¡Claro que sí! Cada momento merece una foto, más si tengo un novio tan guapo~
El suave pitido de la cafetera interrumpió lo que sea que fuera a decir Michael, Gerard se separó de sus brazos, volteándose hasta quedar en frente de la encimera, agarró su taza negra con forma de gatito, donde dos protuberancias triangulares se asomaban como las orejitas, y el agarradero, simulaba la cola.
Gerard ADORABA esa taza, porque era SUYA, Michael nunca volvió a tomar de allí desde aquella vez que las lindas orejitas del gatito le picaron los ojos mientras bebía jugo de naranja. Tanto él, como Prince y Paris, pasaron semanas riéndose de lo sucedido, y el mayor al final le agarró fastidio, así que solo él puede tomar de allí.
Mientras Gee recordaba ese suceso, soltó una risita y decidió sacar su cámara, la apuntó hacia sí mismo y se tomó una foto con su café humeante.
Michael, quien se había quedado ahí parado, con la mirada fija en los muslos de Gee cuando se volteó, casi hipnotizado, rápidamente abrió los ojos con sorpresa cuando volvió a escuchar el "click" de la cámara. Rodó los ojos y suspiró con una sonrisa.
- Aayy... ¡Gee! ¡No más!
ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐
El cielo estaba oscuro afuera, Paris y Prince ya estaban acostados, bañados y llenitos de amor en cada una de sus habitaciones, y Michael acababa de salir del baño conjunto de la habitación, ya listo para recostarse y acurrucarse junto a su pareja.
Pero Gee parecía muy ocupado mirando las fotos que tomó en todo el día en su cámara.
- Aww, de verdad que eres una dulzura Mike
Dijo al pasar por la foto de esta mañana, donde Michael estaba concentrado en los cabellos de su hermosa hija.
- ¿Hmm? ¿Eso crees cariño?
El mayor se metió debajo de las cobijas de la gran cama, con una sonrisa suave decorando su rostro, extendió su mano para agarrar la cámara, curioso de ver las nuevas fotos que había tomado su pareja, vió la de él con su niña, vió la de Gee con su tácita de gatito, observó algunas más donde lo tomaba desprevenido a él o a sus niños y...
- Gee... ¿Por qué tomaste está foto?
Dijo con los ojos entrecerrados, haciendo una mueca de extrañeza mientras volteaba a ver al menor, en la cámara, aparecía una foto clara de las... "Caderas" de Michael.
- Me gustó tu cinturón.
Dijo Gerard, sonriendo ampliamente, sacando la punta de su lengua y haciendo los ojos más inocentes y tiernos que era capaz de hacer.
- ¿Te gustó mi cinturón por atrás?
Gerard solo asintió, con la misma expresión, solo que ahora su sonrisa se amplió hasta mostrar sus pequeños dientes.
- Ay aja, ¿Crees que voy a dejar que me tomes fotos del trasero y no voy a hacer nada al respecto?
- ¿A qué te refieres con-
Rápidamente fue interrumpido por el mayor, quien se abalanzó sobre Gerard, presionando sus labios entre sí y empezando a arrancar su ropa... Salvaje.
ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐
- Eso es, quedate bien quieto...
El sonido del "click" sonaba repetidas veces y el flash iluminaba la habitación oscura (por petición de Gee), Michael intentaba capturar cada segundo, cada movimiento, cada jadeo e incluso cada gota de sudor que caía por su cuerpo.
Gerard estaba ahí, acostado, con su piel brillante y hermosa, siendo iluminada por la luz fluorescente de la cámara, sus muslos carnosos y la curva de su trasero siendo el foco principal, y claro, que Michael tambien capturaba su rostro, coqueto, con los ojos entrecerrados y mordiéndose el labio...
Y si, obviamente estaba desnudo, no solo en su cuerpo, estaba igual de juguetón, igual de bromista pero igual de tímido, igual de tierno, igual de hermoso y único que tanto tenía a Michael tan enamorado. Verlo reírse, posar como si fuera una clase de estrella porno, pero también veía en sus ojos una inocencia tan atrevida que ya quería dejar de tomarle fotos e ir a demostrarle todo su amor...
- Eres precioso Gee... Tan hermoso...
Dijo con esa voz suave, aguda y dulce, mordiéndose el labio mientras ahora se acercaba aún más, donde Gee estaba acostado boca arriba, y agarrando sus piernas juntas a un costado de su cuerpo, dejando ver sus bolas apretadas y su miembro completamente erecto escondido de la cámara.
Michael era capaz de ver todo su cuerpo, cada zona donde Gerard le había contado con anterioridad que sentía inseguridad, él las veía perfectas y aún más hermosas y únicas, veía los rollos de su abdomen cada vez que inclinaba más sus piernas hacia sí mismo, como las estrías de los costados de su torso se veían más brillantes cuando levantaba los brazos, como si cabello grasoso se acomodaba con más facilidad... Él es perfecto... Bah, que va, su belleza va aún más allá de la perfección, es divino...
- M-Michael... Por favor... Tocame~
Michael se acercó aún más, le besó la sien y con una mano libre le acarició su mejilla con dulzura, haciendo movimientos circulares con su pulgar.
- ¿Y premiarte por estarme morboseando sin mi permiso? Nah ah... Si quieres correrte, puedes hacerlo tú mismo~...
Esa maldita voz... Gerard gimió, tirando la cabeza hacia atrás hacia las almohadas con un gemido necesitado, se mordió el dorso de la mano.
Había algo en la voz grave de Mike, algo que le hacía obedecer de inmediato y encima agradecerlo... Literal, Michael podría decirle que se tire de un puente usando esa voz, y Gee solo respondería "Si papi" y lo haría.
El mayor volvió a ponerse en frente de Gee, tomando una última fotografía hasta que el pelinegro cambiara de posición, sentandose en la cama, con las piernas abiertas, una mano ayudándolo a sostenerse en la cama, y la otra pasaba por su torso, tocando sus pezones en un momento y bajando con tanta lentitud... Una lentitud que lo estaba matando pero sabía que era lo mismo para Michael, quien no paraba de tomar fotos... Con una mano.
Gerard envolvió su propio miembro lloroso con sus dedos, soltando un gemido por el contacto, empezando a acariciarse a sí mismo con precisión. Llevaba mucho tiempo sin hacerse una paja, claro porque ¿Para qué? Si tiene al novio más caliente y servicial para todos sus pensamientos impuros.
Pero ahora, ÉL era el caliente y servicial para todos los pensamientos impuros de Mike, y estaba más que contento con eso... Si lo iban a fotografiar y tratar como una estrella porno. Pues iba a actuar como tal.
Así que cambió su posición, dejando la aburrida de estar sentado y poniéndose en cuatro, apoyó su pecho sobre el colchón, inclinó la cabeza para mirar a su hombre por encima del hombro, levantó sus caderas, mientras su mano seguía acariciando su miembro de arriba hacia abajo, y después de abajo hacia arriba, haciendo ese vaivén
- ¡U-Ughh~! Michaeel~...
Abrió más sus piernas, dejando su entrada a la vista y que incluso, parecía ya lista para recibir un miembro... Sabía que la debilidad de su novio era su gimiera su nombre, sabía también, que el nunca podría resistirse cuando estaba de perrito... Pero estaba sorprendido, Michael seguía quieto, tomando fotos y luciendo tranquilo ante la escena obscena que tenía delante, claro, se estaba acariciando el bulto que presionaba contra su pantalón de pijama, pero se estaba conteniendo...
Así que, Gee supo que no iba a poder conquistarlo, porque Mike tiene mucho autocontrol, pero no podría salvarse de tener unas fotos increíbles.
Movía sus caderas, sacaba la lengua, ponía los ojos en blanco, cambiaba de posición, se masturbaba con fuerza, gemía aún más agudo y explícito, y hasta incluso, se metió dos dedos en la boca, los chupó, humedeció y llevó a su entrada para...
- ¡M-MGH~! A-Aughm~... ¡M-Michael!
Michael gimió en voz baja, miraba los dedos hundiéndose en su interior, Gerard arqueando las cejas, tirando la cabeza hacia atrás y haciendo esa expresión de puro placer tan característico... Sentía que iba a venirse solo con esa vista.
Después de jugar un poco con su próstata, y unas cuantas bombeadas en su miembro, Gerard gimió más alto, y terminó corriendose sobre las sábanas, cayendo rendido sobre el colchon... Todo esto quedando filmado por medio de las fotos de Mike.
- Okay... Te lo ganaste...
Dijo el mayor sonriendo, pasando el modo de la cámara a video, y empezando a grabar con el flash prendido.
Enganchó el borde de su pantalón de pijama y lo empujó hacia abajo, liberando su miembro erecto y palpitante, enfocó la cámara al rostro de su novio, quien seguía jadeando con una sonrisa.
- Arriba, ya.
Gerard puso los ojos en blanco, y sentía como su miembro se estremecia con valentía ante ese tono y orden... Quería decir algo pero su mente estaba en automático y aún nublada por el reciente orgasmo. Se levantó con las piernas temblorosas, quedando frente a frente al cantante.
- De rodillas.
Gee volvió a gemir, su miembro desgastado parecía volver a interesarse, pero estaba tan sensible que prácticamente era imposible... Obedeció, cayó de rodillas frente al mayor, quien le puso la mano sobre su cabello oscuro grasoso, bajando y pasando sus dedos por su mandíbula para levantarle la cabeza.
- Anda, no seas tímido, cariño~...
No se lo tuvieron que repetir más veces o indagar más, sacó su lengua y la pasó por todo el falo de su miembro, levantando la mirada y no pudiendo ver nada más que el flash fluorescente de la cámara dándole justo en la cara, se sentía tan obsceno, tan sucio pero en el mejor sentido... Envolvió la punta de su pene con sus labios, envolviendo su lengua alrededor del glande y pasando la punta por la uretra un par de veces.
Michael gemía, intentaba mantener la calma, pero era imposible contenerse cuando la cálida y suave boca de Gerard ya lo estaba envolviendo, su experta lengua se movía con precisión en cada una de las venas sobresalientes.
No iba a aguantar mucho, entre la vista anterior, y estás nuevas sensaciones tan deliciosas y del nivel que jamás decepciona de Gee, estaba más cerca de acabar que de aguantar un rato más y no quedar como un precoz en ese video... Pero era imposible, tener intimidad con Gee es lo más cerca que podría estar del cielo o el paraíso.
No aguantó más, sus piernas temblaron, su pecho se agitó, cerró los ojos, y sintió como las líneas blancas salían expulsadas de su miembro para que cayera dentro de la boca de este...
Gerard se tomó un segundo, mirando fijamente el lente de la cámara con los ojos entrecerrados y cansados. Cuando terminó de tragar, se alejó con lentitud, relamiéndose los labios y abriendo su boca, para demostrarle al mayor que se lo había tragado todo y no desperdició ni una sola gota.
- ¿Aún quieres estarme morboseando a espaldas mías?
Michael dejó de grabar, dejó la cámara a un lado y bajó su mirada para ver al chico tembloroso y jadeante debajo de él, su voz volvió a ser la misma aguda y dulce de siempre, su toque casi parecido a la del pétalo de una rosa... Lo levantó, le besó la cabecita y lo envolvió en sus brazos, llevando a ambos a la cama de nuevo.
- Lo haría mil y un veces más...
ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐
Michael y Gee estaban en la cocina, comiendo tranquilamente el desayuno, en un silencio muy cómodo y en paz, el día estaba soleado y se escuchaban las hojas de los arboles siento movidas por el viento.
- ¡PAPII PAPII! ¿ES UNA NUEVA CAMARA? WOOAAH ¡CUANTAS FOTOS!
La tranquilidad se rompió de repente, los ojos de ambos adultos se abrieron muchísimo, y rápidamente salieron de sus sillas para irse CORRIENDO hasta donde sonaba la voz de su amado hijo.
- PRINCE, NO VAYAS A VER LAS ULTIMAS FOTOS.
¡Espero que les haya gustado! Iré subiendo todos los demás <3
❛❛ One shots del Rey del pop con el rey de los emos. ❜❜
「 Michael Jackson x Gerard Way 」
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⬩summary » you sneak away in the middle of the night to have a snack, but your puppy is too needy without you, so you share your sweet tooth.
⬩warnings » sub!mature!michael , puppy!michael , femdom!reader , mommy kink , body worship , cumming untouched , “puppy” pet name
⬩a/n » requested! the idea gave me inspiration since virgo season will be here soon and i’ve seen a lot of virgos on this side of tumblr including myself , so this is dedicated to us !!
“mama…?” michael’s soft sleepy voice carried through the house as he looked for you. he navigated through the darkness and made his way down the stairs which you had dimly lit with one of the table lamps.
“mama? what’re you doin’? it’s like two am…” he rubbed his eyes sleepily as he approached you sitting alone on the plush sofa.
“i’m eatin’ my cake, michael,” you said blankly before taking another bite. your eyes lingered on his drowsy figure while your full lips wrapped around the frosting coated fork. “my puppy missed me?” your lips twisted into a soft pout to match your teasing tone.
michael took a few steps closer. “i wanted to hold you, mama, ‘nd you weren’t there.” he sat down gently on the cushion beside you. comfortable silence spread between you as he watched you take another bite of your birthday cake.
“‘m sorry, baby. i jus’ had a bad craving.” you noticed the way michael’s eyes tracked your movements, specifically when you opened your mouth and slipped the fork from between your lips. “y’want some?” you asked sweetly. your heart swelled when he immediately nodded his head with that cute desperate wide-eyed look he always gave you.
you smoothly swiped a finger through the white frosting before offering it to him. you found yourself opening your mouth and mirroring his movements when he welcomed the sweet cream from your fingertip. his soft tongue caressed the pad of your finger, thoroughly cleaning it of the frosting and savoring the taste of your skin.
your finger popped free from his wet lips with a soft, slick sound. you noticed the way michael’s breathing grew uneven and the slight flush that dusted his cheeks and spread to his neck. maybe he knew you were teasing him, but god forbid what he’d rather do than to try and stop you.
you continued looking at him, practically undressing him with your eyes as you took another scoop of frosting on the same finger and fed it to yourself. he couldn’t look at you, only stealing quick glances before focusing back on his patterned pajama pants. when he looked at you again, he noticed a smear of the white buttercream on your face near the corner of your lips. he decided to be a gentleman and wipe it away for you, but was caught off guard when you invited his thumb into your mouth immediately after.
he let out a shuddering sigh at the feel of your warm lips wrapping around his thumb. he couldn’t help but to trace the surface of your tongue, loving the sensation of the wet heat. he tried to subtly tug his pants in attempt to adjust himself, but of course you saw it anyway. poor thing was getting turned on from your sweet tooth.
you hummed softly and swirled your tongue around his thumb before letting it slip free, both of you watching his skin glisten as a string of saliva fell from your lips. a soft, helpless whine escaped michael’s throat before he could stop it. he shifted slightly in his seat, trying to get even the slightest bit of relief to the ache growing between his legs.
“want some more?” you asked softly, but you were already moving before he could respond. using the same finger, you smeared some frosting over your bottom lip. he understood immediately.
without missing a beat, michael leaned forward, latching his lips onto your bottom one and began sucking it clean. his tongue swiped over your plump flesh and nearly swallowed both of your lips whole. you smirked triumphantly against his mouth, letting out a soft giggle as you finally met his eager kisses.
he helped you lay back against the arm of the couch after taking the plate of cake and setting it on the coffee table. he settled between your legs and continued to kiss and nibble on your lips which still carried the faint taste of the frosting. you gently pressed on his chest after a few moments, your mouths disconnecting with a loud smack as he leaned back slightly.
you gathered more frosting on your finger for the last time, using your other hand to tug at the neckline of your sleep cami to free your breasts. michael’s eyes zeroed in on the sight, watching as you smeared the white cream over each of your perky nipples. his jaw hung open and he was sure he was probably drooling slightly, but he didn’t care. all he knew was how sexy you looked like this while laying beneath him.
“go ahead, baby,” you instructed softly before licking the rest of the frosting from your finger. michael lowered his head slowly, taking one of your nipples between his lips and sucking gently. he felt the way your body arched slightly and it encouraged him. he swirled his tongue around the bud and sucked with more enthusiasm, earning the sounds of your sweet gasps and soft moans.
your bottom lip caught between your teeth, stifling a hungry smirk as you watched how greedy he got. he began switching between breasts, giving each of them equal attention. his eyes were glazed over and his lips were reddened and slightly swollen and slick with his saliva. he started letting his soft pathetic whines slip out as he mindlessly humped the air between your bodies—he knew much better than to touch without permission, so he settled with this for now.
michael’s eyes met yours suddenly when he licked the valley between your breasts, going back and pressing soft kisses in the path. he guided your hand to tangle in his hair as he returned his attention back to your hardened nipples. he was drooling, spit coating your skin and slipping down the curves of your cleavage as he ravaged you.
he continued humping the air and feeling over your body. his sweet whimpers vibrated against yours skin as well as his muffled pleas. so you decided to encourage him further.
“just like that, baby,” you spoke breathlessly. your own hips bucked upward but not physically meeting his helpless thrusts fully. your fingers gently massaged his scalp just the way he likes it, knowing just how to push him past his limits.
“such a good boy, cleaning up mommy’s mess…” you could feel his body shaking, hear his whines and pleas and feel him get closer and closer with each moment. “my sweet puppy loves his mommy.” michael whined loudly, sucking hard on your nipple and grazing the skin with his teeth. he let go with a soft pop, leaning forward until his sweet breath mingled with yours.
he was panting heavily and you could see the glossiness of his lips from his spit and the way it threatened to spill down his chin. he continued moving his hips while his hands caressed your spit-slicked breasts.
“‘m gonna cum, mommy…” he whispered brokenly. he started thrusting faster, seeking more friction against the fabric of his pants. “please can i cum? can’t hold it…” he looked down at the way your full breasts fit perfectly in his large hands; the way they jiggled slightly with each of his movements made his mind swim.
“my puppy’s gonna cum? make a mess in his pajamas?” your hands covered his while they squeezed and caressed your chest. he was at his breaking point and you could tell. he whined pathetically and his face contorted with the effort of holding back while waiting for your permission. “go ahead, baby. make a mess for mommy.”
a broken gasp ripped from his throat as his hips stuttered. his jaw went slack and he let his eyes roll back at the feeling of his climax tearing through him. his dick pulsed and twitched inside his pants with each spurt of cum and he squeezed your tits roughly as his body shook.
he let out a rough, shuddering exhale after the last wave. he panted heavily against your skin while still holding your breasts and mindlessly swiping over your nipples with his thumbs. the sound of his soft, satisfied puppy hums filled your ears as he laid himself down against your chest to listen to your heartbeat. you continued stroking his hair and caressing his scalp, listening to him calm down and feeling his body relax against yours.
neither of you spoke, just felt each other’s presence and the afterglow of the moment. michael let out a quiet exhausted sigh. poor baby, he was completely worn out.
⋆𐙚₊˚ིྀ content: petplay, kitty!michael, dom!fem!reader, black!reader, pussy eating, sub!michael, riding, you hold his wrists down as you ride him!!, reader calls him ‘mimi’ and ‘kitten’, using his tie as a leash, lowkey hard core filthy sex LMAO, mature!era, reader’s kinda mean aww
⋆𐙚₊˚ིྀ a/n: i got carried away whew 😵💫 based on this lovely ask from my lovely mutual i hope this is good enough ^_^
you’re a little distracted, you can admit that much. michael is purring at your feet and the rhythm of it keeps pulling you out of your focus. you shift slightly where you sit, crossing your legs, fingers pausing where they type at your laptop, that familiar haze steadying over you and maybe, for once, you’ll get some work done.
but michael clearly has other plans, head butting at your ankle, the feel of his soft hair letting goosebumps rise along your leg. you wrinkle your nose.
“mimi,” your murmur, just bordering on a warning, but it’s not enough to stop him.
he trills and mrrps below you and finally, you’ve had it. all you wanted to do was get some work done but that’s just not going to happen, is it?
“you really are testing me today, hm?” you sigh, sitting back in your chair and crossing your arms over your chest. michael keeps happily purring.
you only now notice he’s still in his blouse and slacks with only his loafers being absent. you raise a brow in amusement. guess he was just so excited to see you. the thought melts your heart. just a teeny bit.
your eyes gaze across his body until they land on the red tie hanging from his blouse collar, his actual collar peeking just from underneath the ivory fabric.
you smirk before proceeding to lean down, gently curling your fingers underneath his chin and lifting his head, his purring only amplified. and you start to scratch the soft patch of skin, smiling at how happy and content he looks.
cleverly, your other hand sneaks up to grab at his tie and yank on it, causing michael to yelp, looking up at you with big eyes already starting to gloss over with unshed tears.
poor baby.
“aww, don’t start cryin’ on me now kitten. i could barely get any work done.” you sigh.
and then, “why don’t you make it up hm? crawl underneath the table and show mommy how sorry you are.”
and michael is quick to obey, ducking his head to try and hide the way a stray tear runs down his cheeks. you yank the tie again, pulling him down and beneath the table before opening your legs, revealing your bare pussy, no panties in sight.
michael lets out a shaky breath before he kisses your inner thigh and then your clit before lapping at it like he would a bowl of milk.
“mmm.” you hum, fingers still firmly grasping the tie, an impromptu leash of sorts.
his tongue is magical, always pleasing you until you’re a shaking, quivering mess and today is no different.
michael whines, more tears streaming down his cheeks, the feel of his breath against your folds making you flinch.
“‘m sorry mommy,” he whimpers, suckling on your clit before flattening his tongue and licking a long, slow stripe between your labia.
“fuuuck, oh god, right there!!” you moan, biting your lip, your heart hammering in your chest.
the lewd sounds of his tongue on your sex coupled with both of your moans filling the room makes for an erotic display that only furthers the arousal that courses through your veins.
you feel the pressure build and build, your hand straining from how tight you pull on the tie, burying his face until it’s smushed between your legs… and then you’re cumming, throwing your head back against the chair as the high slowly dies down.
michael’s pitiful sniffles are so cute, you think, looking down between your legs, seeing his face streaked with tears.
“it’s okay, baby. here, lay down.” you coo, standing up and leading him by his “leash” to the creme colored carpet in the middle of the office and quickly straddling him, feeling his erection press against the swell of your ass.
you’re quick to unzip his slacks and pull his leaking cock from its confines and you certainly don’t waste any more time as you line it up with your cunt before you’re sinking down.
“a-ah! mommy, please—ugh!” he whines, high pitched and needy, squealing as you start to ride him, unable to hide your grin.
your kitten is always so delicious, so pretty, so dainty! all for you!
you lean down, licking away the few stray tears that continue to escape his eyes, forcefully holding his wrists down at either side of his head as you ride him without mercy.
michael is a babbling mess, begging and pleading and crying, telling you how good it feels, begging you to let him cum. please!
you give in, you’ve had your fun, your walls fluttering around his cock as you feel him twitch inside of you before he cums with a wail and you roll your hips, milking him for all he’s got.
you boop his nose, his expression dazed.
“you’re forgiven, kitty. let’s get you an actual leash next time, kay?”
Oneshot for this ask on @effiism's account since I said I'd write it. I hope you enjoy! :)
CW: yaoi, piss, sex + aftercare, boypussy!Michael, sub!Michael/dom!reader, cunnilingus, fingering, cowgirl position, creampie, kinda porn no plot, the whole program so beware. Not proofread btw
If you don't like any of these things, please click off instead of spreading hate, thank you!
Michael didn't waste a second once he finished his show for tonight, hurrying towards his hotel room where he knew you had been waiting. On the way, he thought about all the things you could do to him tonight, his mind quickly starting to race just like his heart already was.
He'd been preoccupied with these thoughts all day, while preparing for the show, even during the show. His team had asked if he was okay, but he shrugged them off and said he was just a little nervous. In fact, he had to force himself not to run to the bathroom and rub one out right there, since you gave him clear instructions; no touching himself before he's with you.
Finally reaching the hotel room, Michael fumbled with the key card, his hands already shaking with excitement and arousal. He stuck the card into the slit and the door opened. He stepped inside and closed the door, looking around for you until he heard your voice behind him.
"There you are," you walked out of the bathroom with a grin, causing Michael to immediately turn towards you, his big expressive eyes landing on your face first before they briefly flickered down to your abs since you weren't wearing a shirt. "Did you behave and follow my instructions?" You asked, your voice low, as you approached him and gently let your hand rest on his hip. Michael nodded eagerly. "Yes, I...it took everything I had," he admitted, making you chuckle.
"Been thinking about this all day, have you? Poor baby, all pent up..." You teased, lightly squeezing his hip. Michael leaned forward to press himself against you. "You don't know the half of it," he murmured, looking up at you. "Oh, I do. You weren't the only one suffering, you know?" You smiled, your hand sliding down from his hip towards his plush butt, giving it a firm squeeze and making him hum softly.
His hands reached up to hold onto your shoulders, pulling you down towards him to kiss you. Of course, you responded instantly, moving your lips against his deeply, sliding your tongue into his mouth. A small moan escaped him that you gladly swallowed.
"God, baby...get on the bed," you whispered against his lips, to which he immediately obeyed, moving back and climbing onto the neatly made bed, knowing it won't be so neat later. You walked forward slowly while unbuckling your belt. "Pants off," you ordered. Michael bit down on his lower lip, popping the button and unzipping the fly, shimmying out of his pants to reveal his panties already damp with slick arousal.
"Well, look at you. Already so excited, hm?" You teased with a grin, also climbing onto the bed. "Here, let me." Your fingers found the hem of Michael's panties, thumbs hooking inside. Michael lifted his hips eagerly, letting you pull his underwear down and off. His pussy was now on full display, sopping wet and dripping. He shivered at the cool air hitting his heated skin.
You gently grabbed Michael's thighs and pushed them open, getting in between his legs. "Fuck, look at that pretty pussy," you coo'ed, leaning down to press a teasing kiss to his clit and making him shiver. He whimpered when your tongue flicked over his clit before sucking it into your mouth. "O-Oh...oh, God..." Michael's hands found the back of your head, pulling you flush against his pussy.
With a moan, you began flicking your tongue all over his pussy, tasting him, tasting the juices he was leaking. Your cock was getting painfully hard in your sweatpants but for now, you wanted to make him feel good first. "Mmh, you like that, don't you?" You whispered against his heat. "Mhm..." Michael hummed, his hands holding the back of your head to encourage you to keep going. "I need words, sweetheart. You like that?" You teased, pulling back from his pussy a little. Michael whined softly. "Y-Yes...I-I like it..." He admitted shyly. "Now go on..."
"What's that?"
"P-Please..."
"Together now, baby..."
"P-Please keep going..."
You grinned, satisfied. "That's my boy," you praised and dived right back in, starting to lick his pussy eagerly, making him gasp and shiver, his grip on your hair tightening. Your mouth and your tongue worked on his wet heat expertly, knowing exactly how he likes it.
But as soon as he was starting to tense up, telling you he was getting close, you pulled back again, making him whine in protest. He tried pulling you back in, but to no avail. "Hey now, be patient," you gently demanded, pulling down your sweatpants and boxers to free your aching cock, which was already leaking precum. Michael's big eyes glazed over with pure lust as he averted his gaze down towards it. He swallowed thickly, licking over his lips.
"Awh, look at you. I can tell you want it so bad," you smiled, kneeling between his legs. "But not yet. You're getting my fingers first." Grabbing the bottle of lube from the bedside drawer, you popped open the cap and squirted a small amount of it onto three of your fingers, knowing Michael's own wetness will do the rest of the job. "Relax for me, sweetheart," your free hand moved to rest on his thigh as your finger circled his hole teasingly before pressing inside slowly.
Michael almost immediately started whimpering and throwing his head back against the pillow, shutting his eyes. You pumped your finger in and out of his wet hole for a while, seeing how easily he's taking it, so you pushed in a second finger to start scissoring them. He tensed up slightly, but ultimately relaxed again, his hands gripping the bedsheets. When you pushed a third finger inside, he whined, already so stimulated from having his pussy licked. "Ngh...oh, please..." He begged needily, bucking his hips. "Shh, you're almost ready for my dick," you shushed him quietly, pumping your three fingers in and out, scissoring them, massaging his walls.
When you felt like he was ready, you removed your fingers, making him whine again at the sudden emptiness. "Shh, be patient now, okay?" You grabbed the lube again and put a little bit on your cock, slathering it all over. "Now, come sit on my lap." You moved to sit on the bed with your back against the headboard, pulling him onto your lap so he's straddling you. "Slow now, don't rush," you instructed, one of your hands grabbing his hip to support him while your other hand grabbed your cock and positioned the tip against his stretched hole.
Slowly, Michael started sinking down on it, his hands holding onto your shoulders. "That's it, baby, that's it," you praised, making him whimper. "Ngh...I-I've waited all day for this..." Michael mewled softly, sinking down further and further until your whole length was buried inside his welcoming heat. You groaned low in your throat, holding his hips. "Me too, sweetheart. Now move, slowly," you encouraged, gently guiding his hips.
Taking the hint, Michael started rocking his hips back and forth, so needy and wet, making you groan. He was already moaning and whimpering, his pussy tight despite stretching him open earlier. His gummy walls were rhythmically clenching and unclenching around your cock from the stimulation.
It didn't take long for Michael to start speeding up his movements, too desperate to wait. "Looks like someone can't wait, huh? What a needy little slut you are," you coo'ed, your grip tightening on his hips. "Come on, give me that pussy..." Michael whined, rocking back and forth, in circles, up and down, quick to get lost in the sensation of your big cock in his tight pussy. "Oh...oh, it feels so good...!" He moaned, louder than before. "Yeah? Make yourself feel good, baby," you purred as your hands roamed over his thighs, his hips and his ass. Of course, Michael didn't need to be told twice, starting to bounce on your cock feverishly, his moans and whimpers getting louder.
"Fuck...good boy," you praised as you watched him bounce, your hips starting to thrust up against his movements, making him cry out in pure bliss. "Ah! Ah! Oh, God!" Michael was quick to turn into an absolute mess, holding onto you with his nails digging into your shoulders, pussy clamping down on your cock, hips working expertly. His curls were sticking to his forehead from sweat, his big eyes glistening with lust. "Look at you, so eager for my dick," you teased with a pleasured moan. "I-It's too good!" Michael was panting and whining like a dog in heat, completely lost in the heat of the moment.
Caught up. Maybe a little too caught up. His movements were fast, needy, desperate. He was completely out of his mind from all the pleasure that he didn't even notice the first few spurts until you spoke. "Baby...oh, sweetheart, look at you, making a mess all over me," you chuckled quietly. Only then did Michael feel it, notice the wetness spreading. Instinctively, he clamped down in an attempt to stop, but he couldn't control himself. He whined in embarrassment. That's never happened before, he's never fucked himself so hard to the point of peeing.
"Shh, it's okay, let it out. Just don't stop moving on me." You grabbed his hips and started guiding him again, making him continue to fuck himself on your cock while continuously spurting pee all over your lap, soaking down into the hotel bedsheets. "I-I...ngh...I-I'm sorry..." Michael whined, but starting rocking his hips on his own again. "Don't you apologize, we can wash the sheets later...plus, it feels good, doesn't it? Keep going," you reassured him, starting to thrust up again, the wetness and skin making loud slapping sounds.
"I-I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum...!" Michael warned, whining, bouncing on your cock as the stream went on. "Me too. You want it inside you? Want me to cream that tight cunt?" You teased, talking dirty like you know he loves so much. "Y-Yes! Yes, please! Please cum in my pussy..." Michael begged, the stream of pee slowly subsiding until it stops, leaving your lap soaked and Michael's pussy even more sensitive. "I'm gonna fill you up so good, baby," you moaned, thrusting up harder.
After a few more deep and hard thrusts, Michael cried out, squirting his juices all over you lap as well, his walls clenching tightly around your cock, which ultimately pushed you over the edge too. You pulled Michael down on your lap and held him there, your cock buried balls deep in his pussy as you emptied yourself all up inside him, filling his womb and making him whine at the warmth.
You stayed like that for a while, both you and Michael riding out your orgasms, coming down from the high before you slowly, gently lifted him off, watching your thick cum leak from his creamy pussy. Michael was shaking and shivering, sensitive and fucked out. "You okay?" You asked, earning a small nod. "Y-You're not mad?" Michael murmured. You shook your head. "It's just pee, baby, we'll clean it up. Now stay here, I'll be right back."
Pulling back the wet sheets before gently laying him down on the bed, you stood up and made your way to the bathroom, running a soft cloth under warm water. You walked back to the bedroom and sunk down on the bed again, tending to Michael's now swollen, filled pussy, cleaning him up before pulling him into your arms, deciding that you'll clean the sheets tomorrow. For now, you just let him drift off against you.
Omg my first fic on here, I hope y'all enjoyed it! I have two more drafts I'm working on right now, but you can still leave requests if you have any! :) I'm just a little slow in writing lol
I’m so tired of people infantilizing Michael as if he wasn’t the most sex-positive artist out there. He literally wanted to strap a hose to his crotch and spray fog over his fans, oh okay. Anyways quit hating on smut fics just because you think that Michael was some sort of saint who had no sexual thoughts at all.
“Oh, pleaseeee, can you get me one? Pleaseeee,” you pleaded with your best friend as you both sat near the beach, licking your ice creams.
“Baby, you want my mother to disown me?” she muttered, taking another bite of her ice cream.
“You got one for yourself, so why can’t you just get one for me?”
You rolled your eyes at her. The thing you were begging for was a VCR porn tape. You were eager to watch it just once.
“Ask your boyfriend or something. I mean, he can get one easily, can’t he?”
“You’re absolutely wrong if you think I’m actually going to ask Michael Jackson to buy me porn.”
“Please, just this once! I’ll do anything!” You stood up, almost about to sink to your knees. (for porn, yes).
She immediately grabbed your shoulder, stopping you. “Babygirl, behave.”
“I’ll get you one, just stop acting like this.” She laughed loudly. “You look so desperate. I can’t.”
She held her stomach as she fell back, laughing even harder.
“Love you.” You smirked before placing a kiss on her cheek.
જ⁀➴ ♡
And you finally had gotten your hands on it.
“I just picked something out, don’t go crazy,” your best friend had told you before leaving.
So, as soon as the house got quiet after your family left and there was no one to expect you, you closed the door and ran to the TV in your room.
You quickly got undressed and, with your delicate fingers, placed the VHS tape inside the VCR.
You leaned back on your bed. Your excitement was already leaking from your cunt. You were eager to touch yourself, but you held yourself back, wanting the so called full experience.
You hurriedly switched the channel and then finally, a man and a woman appeared on your screen.
“Oh, he’s pounding her shit,” you thought to yourself.
You leaned back, pushing the controller away, licking your fingers while still keeping your gaze on the screen.
Your mouth flew open slightly, as drool dripped, you brought your fingers to your mouth to wet them before circling your nipple. Your fingers were slowly now making their way to the sweet spot you were eager to touch.
The man on the screen had now moved to the woman’s cunt. He started off by pumping two of his digits inside her.
That sight alone was lewd enough to make you cum. Your fingers found your clit and you circled it softly, holding in your whimpers.
The man was slowly entering a third. Your eyes rolled back until you forced them open again to watch the whole scene.
As the man slid In a fourth finger, your eyes widened at the sight as your own fingers moved faster on your clit.
The woman on the screen seemed as if she had just seen heaven; her back was arching off the mattress, her head thrown back.
You got closer to your release, but you slowed down at the sight of the man now entering his whole hand inside her opening, pumping her back and forth.
You were in awe, your own saliva now drooling off your chin. Your mind drifted to Michael’s big hands. You closed your eyes, thinking of how big his hands were how they'd make your hands seem so small.
You closed your eyes, imagining your boyfriend pumping his hand inside your needy cunt until you would squirt on him.
And just as soon as you imagined Michael, your climax crashed over you.
Your whole body convulsed and you fell back onto the mattress. Your breathing calmed down as the loud moans of the sex on your screen kept playing.
You need Michael. Now.
જ⁀➴ ♡
You were wrapped in nothing but your robe. You had called him earlier in a breathless voice, practically begging him to come over.
And so, he was on his way.
You waited impatiently in the living room until you finally heard the door. You rushed over and opened it to find Michael standing there, wearing a cap and smiling.
Before he could even greet you properly, you pulled him inside, immediately kissing him with such hunger that it caught him completely off guard.
That quickly led to the both of you stumbling toward the stairs, exchanging messy breaths as you hurried toward your room, both of you eager for each other.
Michael didn’t question anything at first. Not until you reached your room and the two of you collapsed onto the bed. He held your clothed body close, his arms wrapped securely around you, before eventually pulling back to catch his breath.
“O-okay,” he giggled, slightly breathless. “Why are you so needy mama?”
You pulled back as well, sitting on your knees on the mattress while struggling to steady your breathing.
“I wanna try something new…” you shyly admitted.
“Like what?” He tilted his head, curiosity immediately taking over.
Instead of answering, you reached for the remote and turned on the television.
Michael’s eyes widened when the pornographic image appeared on the screen. He slowly turned toward you, his expression a mixture of surprise and confusion.
“So… what part?”
“I want you to fist me.”
“The hell’s fisting?” His eyebrows knitted together.
“The part where you put your whole…” You hesitated, suddenly embarrassed by your own words. “Your hand inside me.”
He parted his lips slightly, taken aback by the request. Still, he’d be lying if he said that his dick wasn’t getting harder by the second.
“I mean… I’m your boyfriend, after all, I guess?” he murmured, biting his lower lip as a shy smile spread across his face.
જ⁀➴ ♡
“L-like this?” he whispered, sliding a third finger now inside your needy cunt.
You lay back on the bed with your robe now undone, draping over you like a beautiful silhouette.
He was propped up in front of you, carefully examining every reaction you gave him as he moved inside you. Occasionally, he looked back at the TV to make sure he was doing it right.
“Y-yeah-Ngh!-Michael, just like thaat,” you encouraged him, whining and arching your back.
Your eyes rolled back as he pumped three of his fingers inside until you felt you could take another.
“Put another in me, Mike,” you moaned out loud, drooling.
He didn't hesitate to carefully slide another into your sloppy cunt. he was in awe at the sight of his love being able to take so much of him.
“Ma, are you sure this is right?” he questioned, his pupils dilated.
“Uh huh,” you whined needily, grinding your hips downward to make his hand go deeper than it already was.
After a few moments, your pussy got loose enough that he slid his thumb inside, and you could've sworn you were seeing stars.
The feeling became so intense that you felt a tight knot forming in your abdomen. “Ohh yeah, Mike,” you groaned. “K-keep going.”
And who was he to stop?
He kept a steady, careful rhythm while caressing the inside of your leg with his other hand, until the knot finally broke and your hot, wet spurts came gushing out all over.
You climax crashed hard like a storm, your whole body froze. The sheets forming wrinkles by the pressure your fists applied.
“Oh baby,” he said, amazed.
He pulled his hand out slowly, watching as the evidence of your climax glistened on his fingers. His chest was heaving, his gaze fixed on where your body still trembled from the aftershocks.
The TV continued to play in the background, the sounds of the actors' moans filling the space between you, but Michael wasn't looking at the screen anymore. His attention was entirely on you.
"You're incredible baby " he breathed, his voice thick with wonder. He reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair away from your sweat damp forehead. "I never knew... I never knew it could feel like that."
Desperate to come down from the high you had just experienced, you reached up and cupped Michael’s face in your hands.
“Thank you, baby.” You gently pulled him down toward your lips, pressing a soft kiss against them. He lingered for a moment, reluctant to pull away, before finally doing so to speak his mind.
“Can we do this again?”
ame’s notes : I had a spiritual awakening while writing this. Not even joking bro
Also, what the HELL?? 500+ followers is INSANE Tysm for liking my work 🥹 I really gotta lock in when I get back home and finally make a masterlist, taglist, etc. 😭
