sypnosis: michael is over at your house and gets a little crazy while you're sleep.
nutritional info: somnophilia, teasing, michael is sub then dom, facepainting.
𓆝𓆟𓆞𓆝𓆟𓆝𓆟𓆞𓆝𓆟𓆝𓆟𓆞𓆝
pervybsfmichael who is stuck at your apartment since his ac went out. its way too hot outside, and you’re always willing to help a friend in need.
pervybsfmichael who spends the entire morning being teased without mercy. when he sits down you climb into his lap and kiss his flushed cheeks. when he tries to read you start moving back and forth on his lap.
“you’re doin’ this on purpose.”
“so?”
“im jus’ tryin to be good...”
pervybsfmichael who nearly chokes on his orange juice when you bend over in front of him to pick up something you dropped on purpose. when you sit back down and stare at him, displeased with his restraint, he says
“please don’t look at me like that. you’re so dirty.” with a small laugh.
pervybsfmichael who is hard for hours on end and hates himself for it. he keeps telling himself
she’s just teasing, she doesn’t mean it control yourself dont be a creep
you continue “accidentally” brushing against him anyways.
pervybsfmichael who is a whiny mess by afternoon. “can we please jus’ watch a movie?”
“you don’t really mean this, you’re jus’ teasin’ me”
pervybsfmichael who can’t think straight when you change into just an oversized shirt. his dick is so exhausted by this point, being worked up all day with no signs of relief.
“that’s-- you cant wear that. what are you doin’?” when you sit next to him, teasingly spreading your legs he closes his eyes in shame as you plant a kiss on his cute face.
pervybsfmichael who is fully red by evening. you’ve spent hours grinding your ass against him during “cuddles,” whispering filthy things just to watch him squirm, and pulling away to mock him a little. he looks so cute. just so adorable, his red cheeks, his glossy eyes, and his hard dick.
pervybsfmichael who finally watches you yawn and head to your room around midnight.
“goodnight” he calls softly. “sleep well.”
he knows he’s not going to sleep at all.
pervybsfmichael who lies on your couch in the dark, already touching himself the second your door clicks shut. he’s so hard it’s throbbing through his hand. twenty minutes later his arm is burning, and he still hasn’t cum.
pervybsfmichael who keeps stroking anyway, jaw wound tight.
why won’t it come out? it feels so good but it’s not enough. it hurts so much... i just want this to be over.
pervybsfmichael who sits up, frustrated and desperate. he sees all his pretty chocolate veins raising from his length. he didn’t realize he had so many. there was so much blood being sent to his dick and it still wasn’t working… he stares at your closed bedroom door for a long time. maybe just for a second… just to look. i won’t do anything.
pervybsfmichael who creeps into your room on silent feet, already breathing through his mouth like a dog. you’re out cold, drooling a little onto your pastel pink pillow. he stands at the edge of the bed with his shoulders tense, pulls his dick out with a shaky hand, and starts stroking his over-hard length right over your sleeping face. his wet tip is only inches from your parted lips.
pervybsfmichael who whispers to himself in a cracked, wet little voice, eyes glossy and unfocused. he pats his leaking tip against your bottom lip, smearing fresh-made precum over it like he’s marking you.
“i’m sorry… i’m so sorry… you just look so pretty and i can’t finish and i’m losing my mind…”
then he got a little crazy.
“you’re mine when you’re asleep, you know that? you belong to me now… you’re gonna taste me in your dreams… yeah? my sleeping princess mmmhh…”
pervybsfmichael who notices your clothes in a pile on the floor. the same shirt you teased him in all day. something in him snaps a little. he steadily pulls the blanket down until both of your tits are exposed to him.
pervybsfmichael who moans under his breath at the sight.
“God… look at you. just like this for me, baby?” his fist moves faster. guilt and lust are working so hard he feels sick to his stomach.
pervybsfmichael who starts whimpering quietly as he gets close.
“i shouldn’t—this is so wrong—you’re asleep and i’m about to—” his hips stutter forward.
pervybsfmichael who cums hard with a choked, pathetic little gasp.
“nnh… aahh…”
thick white ropes shoot out one after another, seven heavy shots that he deliberately aims across your pretty face, painting your cheeks and the bridge of your nose before making sure to cover your lips with his liquid love ♡.
he watches, watering eyes and breathing hard, as the warm cum slowly slips between your parted lips and into your sleeping mouth. you don’t move at all, being so good for him.
pervybsfmichael who freezes in pure terror the second it’s over.
oh my god. oh my god i just nutted all over her face… i have to fix this, what have i done??
pervybsfmichael who panics and runs to the bathroom for a warm washcloth. when he comes back and brings it toward your face to clean you up, you shift and make a tiny sound. he yanks his hand back like he’d touched a hot stove.
pervybsfmichael who tries again thirty seconds later. same result. you almost open your eyes this time. he backs away, heart nearly jumping out of his chest.
okay… okay i’ll wait. fifteen minutes. deeper sleep. then i’ll clean it. it’ll be okay.
pervybsfmichael who sits on the couch just outside your room and watches the clock, still sticky and shaking a little. the guilt is so heavy he feels like crying.
i’m a monster. she trusted me, and i did that. painted her sweet face in her sleep like a predator…she didn’t deserve this…
pervybsfmichael who feels something building under his wrists as they lay in his lap. he looks down after only ten minutes and realizes he’s fully hard again.
what in the world… this never happens. i just came. why am i hard again?
pervybsfmichael who tries to ignore it. he lasts maybe two more minutes before he’s stroking again in the dark living room, doe eyes squeezed shut.
this is insane. i’m fucking insane.
pervybsfmichael who stands up when the fifteen minutes are over, dick still hungry for more in his fist. he tells himself he’s only going in to clean you up. the second he sees your cum-covered face in the moonlight, the bad thoughts start.
pervybsfmichael who stares down at you, breathing hard, eyes locked on your clean forehead like it’s the only thing that exists.
she teased me all day.
she made me suffer so now she deserves this.
m’gonna paint that pretty forehead first… watch it drip down into your eyebrows… you like skincare so much, right?
you should be grateful I’m giving you this. i should make you eat up every drop.
pervybsfmichael who keeps stroking right over your face, faster and meaner this time, aiming higher. the guilt is still there but it’s turning into something demented, and fast.
“you were so fuckin mean today,” he whispers, his light voice shaking with sick excitement.
“kept me hard for hours. this is what you get… i’m gonna glaze your whole entire face, ‘kay?”
pervybsfmichael who is openly talking to your sleeping body now, obsessed and losing his mind.“look at you… already wearing my first load and you’re about to get another right on that perfect face. i need it to look like a facemask. bet you’d love the protein, it’d be good for your skin, right? such a girly girl…mhmm.”
pervybsfmichael who feels himself getting too close, too fast.
“more paint for the princess. you deserve it, friend. should make you swallow every drop when you wake up. teach y’not to tease me.”
pervybsfmichael who cums a second time with a low, growling moan. more thick ropes striping across your forehead and lips mainly, mixing with the first load that’s already cooling. you don’t even twitch. you’re deeply under, completely defenseless.
pervybsfmichael who pulls out his phone with unsteady hands before he can talk himself out of it. he takes lots of pictures of your sleeping face covered in his love; close-ups, different angles, making sure to get your tits in the picture. his heart slams with every shot.
pervybsfmichael who whispers while he does it, “revenge… just so i remember how mean you were. and how pretty you look like this.”
the guilt floods his veins, now he hates how much the pictures turn him on
pervybsfmichael who finally grabs the warm washcloth and cleans you as quickly and carefully as possible. this time you don’t move at all. he wipes every trace away, gentle and kind around your eyes and mouth. now you’re friends again. just friends helping eachother, even if you don’t know yet.
pervybsfmichael who checks twice that nothing is left. then he leans down and presses a long, soft kiss to your forehead.
“i’m sorry,” he breathes. “i’m really, really sorry. you didn’t deserve that. i’m so bad.”
pervybsfmichael who curls up on the couch, still half-hard, still ashamed of how he treated his friend. “never again,” he whispers into the dark. “i’m never doing that again.”
pervybsfmichael who closes his eyes and knows it’s a lie. the second time felt way too fucking good. the pictures are already burned into his brain. and tomorrow you’ll probably tease him all over again.
men are liars. like dogs to a bone, bees to a flower, men are perpetual towards lying. while women were prone to their fallacies. unfortunately for you, your man was a man after all. and he was indeed a liar.
“oops, i slipped”
that was the facetious excuse he used when confronted. an over-exaggerated pout adorned his face, eyes gleamed in mischief, eyelashes down in a facade. “didn’t mean it baby. ’m sorry.” lies.
oh, he meant it. he meant to do what he had done. because you peeped the sly curve of his lips despite the ‘rueful’ apologies. because the flush remained on his cheeks despite the sad face.
“i promise, just the tip” that was his oath. “as your best friend, it’s my duty to show you it feels. what if your first man is terrible? how else would you know”
your scepticism had mangled you, but the devil on your shoulder managed to disperse any sense of rationality you had which lead you to where you laid, your bed, being taunted by him.
“don’t worry, i’ve got control” his reassurance fell to your deaf ears, your lips bitten under your teeth as you looked at him. his fingers tangled with the laces of his sweats, the fabric drooped below revealing the trail of his hair.
his sweatpants fell half-way, stopped at his thigh, enough to show his cock. the length painted a darker shade of pink, almost a fusion of rufous and beige from the rush of blood all leading up to the fat of his cockhead. already stained at the slit with pre-cum from palming himself through the sweat. “quit acting like you haven’t seen it before” his eyes darted away with blush on cheeks. of course you had seen it, but, still seeing it too clearly had elicited a coil in your abdomen.
“ju—just, do whatever you said you would.” you muttered, feeling the heat of the moment tamper with your face. “yeah, yeah. only the tip”.
“remove your panties, will you?” for some prude reason, that had been the most lewd request ever uttered to you. even the word ‘panties’ coming out of his mouth had you take in a sharp breath. “wh—why should i?” a protest in a pitched voice trying to retain the last sense of rebellion against hyper sexuality, immediately understood as faux by him. it was just pure virginity. and it had him harder. his cock, elongated like a wood piece. “fuck it, let me then”
“what—no, no” but too late because he had tugged the hem of your panties down in one go and instinctively groaned at the sight.
and with that he had you all open, pussy in an erotic display for only him, thighs held open with the knees pinned down while your head turned away in shame and pleasure. “please” a whisper for some grace but none given because the saintly man was such a sinner. “shit, you’d take me in so damn well—hah”, whorish groans brewed with a shaky breath and a lick at his canine.
his dick slipped between your folds, coating itself with your wetness, labia wider each time he glided over your hole. “oh yeah, look at her” a tease. the underside of his cock’s peak rushed over your clit making you clench your thighs. nectar smeared all over, droplets coursing rivers down the meat of your ass and his balls, adhesive on them. “so damn slippery, i-is it usual for a virgin to be soaked like this–hah? fuck me.”
you didn’t know. honestly, you didn’t know. you bit on to the knuckles of your folded fist, feeling the adornment of his veins on the shaft mating against your raw cunt, the slippery hole for your best friend’s cock.
“oh my, baby” his head tilted back as he moaned out your given nickname by him. adapted from cry-baby. a pet name of mocking nature used to rile you to the point of an outburst resulting in him being hit. but this time, the way he said it, felt like something shared between more than just friends.
“hah— damn it, what will your parents think about this huh? knowing their good girl gets fucked by her best friend? the one who meets them. greets them. knowin’ that the boy who promises them to take care of their little one is the same one having his cock inside her.”
“aren’t they downstairs yeah? want them to listen to their girl’s virginity be taken” when was he this soiled? what had him so insatiable.
a yelp registered out of your lips, mouth agape with a silent scream escaping. your insides stretched, the plump walls of your pussy were scalding from the stretch.
he had his cock inside you.
“shit. shit. shit. baby—i’m sorry, hah”. a brutal, scorching lurch made subconsciously by him had you falter forward, almost in half. the feeling was fervent. you had never felt something like this before. he was big. too big inside you. his cock pumping a few thrusts in, almost submerged by you, impaling you with a piercing orgasm.
“ugh—pull out!”
and he did. the sudden extraction made you gasp for air as you retired on the sheets. completely weary. but to his nefarious gaze, that had been a fantasy.
with your hands rested on each side of your head. face lolled to the side with a string of drool connecting the corner of your mouth to the sheet. sweat beads had brooked down the flesh of your breasts and stomach. your pussy, still open and spread, convulsed with your wetness glistening your folds.
lord condemn him cause he couldn’t help but spurt all over you. ropes of translucent fluid with creams of white aimed at your open cunt. his cum stained you facing no resistance. and if that wasn’t enough to claim proprietary interest, three of his pale fingers smeared it around and shoved it in, stuffing you full of him.
“wh—why” your weak protests had come in short breaths as if your lungs had been repeatedly punctured. “you said–you wouldn’t go in! you bastard!” he laughed at your preserved purity. even when ‘swearing’ at him. “wanna punish me then baby?”
Request—• so Howard about Cassie Howard x male reader and Lexi Howard x male reader. in which reader is dating cassie and hooking up with Lexi, where we see reader and Lexi having sex different times, during study session, during Cassie’s cheer camp and then before dinner at the Howard’s where Lexi is smiling to herself when Cassie is speaking about reader and Lexi is just smiling/smirking feeling readers cum leaking from her. Could you do this? Or is it to much? 😅
You are driving your girlfriend to cheer camp, while her sister is in the back seat. Cassie is excited about cheer camp and hasn't stopped talking about it. Lexi is reading her back and ignoring you and Cassie. It was a bit of a long drive and you told her that you would wait, but you will explore the city for a bit.
“Thanks for driving me here, babe. It will be a while,” Cassie said
“I know. I will grab something to eat then check out the city until you finish,” You said
Your girlfriend will be busy for a few hours. Cassie kissed you on the lips, but didn't say bye to Lexi. Lexi and Cassie got into a huge agurment now they are ignoring each other. You watched her leave and walked towards the camp, you waved at her then you looked at Lexi.
“Hungry?” You asked
You started to drive away. Cassie made Lexi angry, for payback Lexi thought to make you have sex with her one time. But Lexi wanted to do it again, you made her feel sexually satisfied. She liked the sensation of your dick inside her pussy.
“Not really. She is so annoying,” Lexi said
“The argument was that bad?” You asked
While driving she sits in the front seat.
“Yeah, we have been fighting for a few days now. What now? She won't be done for a few hours,” Lexi said
She unzips your pants and pulls out your dick. You are dating Cassie but in the beginning of the relationship, everyone knew in school that Cassie is your girlfriend. Cassie still doesn't know, she just assumes you and Lexi are just friends.
Lexi is giving you a handjob, your dick is starting to get hard. You are looking for a private area to fuck Lexi. Her hand moves faster and her pussy is starting to get wet, she licks her lips.
“Damn, that feels good” You said
At the red light, she kissed you on the lips. Lexi lowered herself and she started to suck your dick. She hears you moaning and she starts to suck faster, her pussy is getting wetter. Then she starts to lick every inch of your dick now she starts to suck your dick again. You hold her hair and guide her head up and down, now she is starting to moan.
You start to drive then you find a parking lot that is connected to the mall. You drive all the way up and found a space far from the entrance. Lexi takes off her panties and you watch her take off her shirt, you and Lexi smile at each other
“I fucking need you, Y/N” Lexi said
She gets on top of you and you start to kiss her. She starts to grind her wet pussy on your dick, and your hands are on her ass. She moans and you squeeze her ass hard.
“I want you to fuck me, Y/N” Lexi moans
You helped her take off her bra, and you smiled at her.
“Try not to moan too loud,” You said
She adjusts herself and your dick goes inside her pussy, you watch her moan and she has a big smile on her face.
“Fuck, your dick feels so good” Lexi moans
You lower the seat all the way down, and she moves her hips fast. You squeeze her ass hard, then you and Lexi start to moan loud. You can feel her pussy squeezing your dick tight and you smacked her ass hard. Lexi put her hands on your face and she is kissing you hard, then she cum on your dick. You lift your hips to fuck her harder then she rolls her eyes. You cum inside her pussy, but you and Lexi keep fucking, and the car starts to move while the window fogs.
Now, Lexi is lying on her back and you are on top of her. Her feet are pressed against the window and you thrust your dick harder inside her pussy.
“Oh my god, Y/N!” Lexi moans
You start to kiss her neck and she moans again. The car keeps moving and you cum again inside her pussy.
“I couldn't wait to fuck you, Lexi” You moaned
“I can feel you so deep inside,” Lexi moans
A while later…
You and Lexi finished having sex then picked up Cassie. She is talking about how cheer camp went then you and Lexi lied about being at the mall all day looking at the stores.
•——-•——•
You went to Cassie’s house, but Cassie is still at the mall with Maddy. But Lexi is sitting next to you, helping you study for an exam. You have been studying for a while now, and she is a good tutor but you find the subject very boring. You barely are paying attention to the subject, and she knows you are bored. She kissed you on the lips
“You need to focus, Y/N” Lexi said
“It’s so boring,” You said
“You need to pass the exam or you are going to repeat the same class again,” Lexi said
“I will try to focus,” You said
She started to explain it again. But you start to kiss her neck and she tries not to break her focus. But your hand goes on her breast and you squeeze it and keep kissing her neck.
“We should study,” Lexi said
“We could take a break, Lexi” You smiled
You grab her hand and she follows you to the bed. She lies on her back and you lie on your side, she is wearing a skirt. You hand is on her thigh slowly going towards her pussy. You and Lexi are smiling at each other, you moved her panties to the side, and your two fingers go inside her pussy. She gasped now her body is starting to feel hot, then she kissed you on the lips. Your fingers pump in and out of her pussy, she is starting to get wet and she moves her hips.
“I like this study session” You said
“Me too. Fuck” Lexi moans
Your fingers thrust deeper inside her pussy and she is getting soaked. She started to whimper and your dick is throbbing making your pants feel tighter. She unzipped your jeans and pulls out your dick, and she started to give you a handjob. You move your hips and her hand is starting to move faster, and her pussy is squeezing your finger tight again she whimpers. You help her take off her skirt and panties throwing them on the floor. She has her legs bent then you lick her wet pussy, she is smiling then put her hand on your head.
“Your tounge will feel much better than your fingers,” Lexi smiled
“I really like how your pussy tastes, Lexi,” You said
You begin to eat her out and she pressed her hand hard on your head. You are starting to moan, then you spread her folds and started to move your tongue faster. You sucked on her feet folds then she puts her legs on your shoulders, she watched you eat her out. She starts to rub her pussy then you finger her while eating her out.
You lie on your back and she is sucking your hard dick. You grabbed her hair and she is moving her head faster up and down, you moaned her name. You cum but she swallows your cum now she is breathing hard. But she started to give you a handjob and spreads your cum all over your dick and your dick twitched in her hand. She doesn't stop but she started suck on your balls, then swirled her tongue too. She deep throat your dick and it makes you moan louder.
“Damn, Lexi!” You said
She smirked, she is licking every inch of your dick then she gets up and she takes off her shirt and bra. You also took off your shirt and she gets on top of you, and you and Lexi gasped. You lie down and your hands is on her hips, you being to fuck her hard and fast. You and Lexi are moaning loud, she can feel your dick going deep inside her pussy with each thrust.
“Y/N! Fuck me! Y/N” Lexi moans
Her back is pressed hard on your chest, her pussy is squeezing your dick very tight. You made her cum but you keep fucking hard then your hands go on her breasts. You pinch her nipples and squeeze them hard and she starts to rub her pussy.
“Fuck my pussy!” Lexi moans
You cum inside her pussy. Now, you are standing up and you pulled her towards the edge of the bed. Her legs are bent and your thrusts are rough again, some of your cum comes out of her pussy. She moans your name again and she pressed her head hard on the mattress. You and Lexi cum at the same time, but you started to move your hips faster.
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Before heading to school, Lexi took her time to think about what to wear. Lexi looked through her closet for the slutty skirt to wear. She put on the skirt and blouse, then she did her hair and makeup. She can't wait to get to school, she looks at herself in the mirror to make sure she looks great.
She is sitting in her classroom, but she is feeling very horny. She starts to think about Y/N and his dick being inside her pussy. She is getting turned on and her pussy is starting to get wet. She starts to remember when he fucked her in her bedroom. She takes out her phone and she starts to text under the desk
Lexi- I need to feel you inside me
Y/N - we could fuck after school
Lexi - now! My pussy is wet. I'm thinking about when you fucked in me in my bed and you put a lot of cum inside me
Y/N - my dick is getting hard Thinkin about it. Where we will do it? We never did it in school
Lexi - the bathroom by the end of the hallway by room 361. I have on the slutty dress you like. Remember the first time we did it when I had it on
Y/N - Oh yeah, I remember. I fucked you for the first time at my house when my family invited your family for Thanksgiving we fucked in my room. I'm going now
Lexi - me too. See you soon
She couldn't help but smile, she did get permission to go to the bathroom. She walked quickly towards the bathroom then she sees you and she looked around. She grabbed your hand and dragged you inside the stall, then she started to kiss you hard. You have her against the stall and you two are smiling. You quickly unzipped your jeans and she went down to her knees, she started to suck your dick and you held her hair. You start to move your hips and her pussy is starting to get wetter. She moves her head side to side when she licks your dick.
“I was thinking about this all morning,” Lexi said
“Good way to start the day,” You joked
She tastes the precum and she sucks hard on your dick, her mouth making loud slurping sounds.
She stands up, you watch her pull down her skirt and panties. She turns around and you grab her hips with your left hand then used your other hand to put your dick inside her pussy. You start to fuck her hard, Lexi is smiling big and she starts to rub her pussy. You thrust your dick deeper inside her
“Try not to moan,” You said
“This feels so good right now, Y/N” Lexi moaned
“Yeah,” You mumbled
Your grip on her hips is hard and she started to whimper. You stopped and made her turn around, you picked her up and put your dick back inside her pussy. Her legs tighten harder around your body, and she started to kiss you. You begin to fuck her hard and fast, she moans again while kissing you. Her back is against the wall and you made her cum on your dick.
“I will think about this all day,” Lexi moans
“Me too. I like my dick inside your pussy, fuck” You moan
She giggled and you started to kiss her.
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You were invited for dinner at your girlfriend’s house. Her mom wanted to meet you and you agreed to go. You arrived but Suze went to pick up Cassie from cheer practice. It’s just you and Lexi alone at the house, Lexi is setting up the table. You stand behind her and your hands are on her hips.
“Your ass looks so hot in that skirt,” You said
She smiled and your rub your bulge on her ass.
“That’s why I wore it to school when we fucked in the bathroom,” Lexi said
She turns around she put her arms around your shoulders. You smiled then you kissed her on the lips and she started to kiss you back.
“They won't be back for a while, my mom has to buy take-out dinner” Lexi said
“Enough time with you,” You said
You start to kiss her again and you grope her ass. You kiss her neck while you unbutton her blouse
“Not wearing a bra,” You said
You keep kissing her neck then you squeeze her breasts.
“Please, Y/N” Lexi moans
You go down on your knees, you pull up her skirt, and moved her panties to the side. She watches you lick her pussy then she gasped, when she feels your tounge inside her pussy. She put her right leg on your shoulder and her hand on your head, she is moaning your name. She bites her bottom lip then she gasped again, your dick is hard and you quickly unzipped your jeans then pulled out your hard dick. Lexi, is holding your hair hard and she tilted her head back, and you made her cum.
“Oh my god, Y/N!” Lexi smiled
You get up then started to kiss her on the lips.
“I need you inside me before they come home,” Lexi moans
“Here?” You asked
“Just fuck me, Y/N!” Lexi yelled
“Fine, I will fuck you here” You said
You picked her up and she is sitting on the edge of the table. You and Lexi are starting to moan loud, your dick thrust deeper inside her pussy. Her grip around your body is tighten and you feel her fingernails dig into your shoulder. Her pussy is sqeezuing your dick tigther and she rolled her eyes.
“Dont fucking stop! I like feeling you deep inside me, Y/N” Lexi moans
“Me too! Your pussy feels so good!” You moaned
After a few thrusts, you cum inside her pussy. Lexi moaned louder than you but she doesn't let go of you, her hand is on your cheek and she starts to kiss you.
“Please don't stop, Y/N” Lexi moans
Lexi did cum on your dick. You didn't stop, then you sit on the chair and she is riding your dick. You begin to suck on her breasts and she moans your name again. Your tounge swirled around her nipple, her fingers went through your hair. She cum again on your dick, you start to leave hickeys on her chest. Her pussy squeezes your dick tigther then you cum again inside her pussy.
After having sex, Lexi didn't change her panties. You and Lexi stopped before Cassie and her mom arrived home. Cassie smiled and kissed you on the lips, she is happy to see you. During dinner, Suze would ask you questions and you would answer them. Lexi would just sit there smiling and she could feel your cum between her thighs.
𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 - you catch your soon to be step father in a private moment on his and your mothers wedding day.
𝐓𝐖 - STEPCEST TO INCEST, jealous!dex, possessive!dex, ,non-con undertones, power dynamics, manipulitave!Dex, cheating implied, daddy kink, dark! dex, masterbation. So if you're a minor or don't like that stuff do not press keep reading below.
𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞 - have been desperate to write this for a while. Inspired by this. and here is the masterlist for this lil series.
The church was already half-alive with music and murmured voices when your mum gently pressed an envelope into your hands.
She was standing in her wedding dress, adjusting her veil in the mirror when she glanced at you with a soft smile.
“Sweetheart, could you do me a favour? Can you give this to your stepdad?”
You blinked. “He’s not my stepdad.”
“Yet.”
“Whatever. What is it?” You turned it over in your hands, realising what it was before you even opened it. You let out a small laugh. “Is this… a love letter?”
“It’s my wedding, so yes it is” she said simply, like that explained everything.
“Aren’t your vows enough?”
“No.”
You rolled your eyes and exited the room, heading over to Dex. Just then, you heard your mum call out from down the hall, “Remember, the groom can’t see the bride!”
The groom’s hallway was quiet when you reached it. You could hear faint murmurs behind the door: your name whispered softly.
You knocked once. No answer. “Dex?” Still nothing. You hesitated just outside, a strange knot tightening in your stomach.
The muffled sounds made you stop. You opened the door a little more, surprised by what you saw. Dex was alone, having a quiet moment on the day he was meant to marry your mother.
You peeked inside. Your soon-to-be stepdad was in front of a mirror, his bow tie crooked, white shirt undone, and pants pooled around his ankles.
His face was flushed, breath uneven, and then, unexpectedly, his eyes fluttered open. His gaze locked with yours, and a desperate whisper slipped from his lips: “Y/N…”
His eyes met yours in the mirror’s reflection, and instead of shame, a slow, confident smirk spread across his face.
He turned fully to you, the smirk deepening, as if daring you to watch. The air thickened with tension, his boldness leaving you breathless.
“What are you doing here baby?” His gaze roamed you, then he licked his lips, approving what he saw.
“I just came to give you this,” you stammered, trying to look away but unable to stop staring at how big he was, how he stroked himself, literally putting on a show for you.
“You—you can’t be doing this,” you whispered, but he chuckled and stepped closer, his hand never faltering. In fact, his strokes grew harder and faster.
You leaned back, closing the door to hide his indiscretion. He chuckled darkly. “You don’t like seeing daddy like this?”
You glared. “You’re not my dad.”
He stepped closer, still pleasuring himself, lips brushing your ear. “You sure, baby girl? I’m marrying your mother in an hour.”
You tried to focus upward, but he was so close you could hear every wet stroke, every heavy breath. God, he was too close. “Dex—”
He cut you off, whispering, “Daddy.”
You pulled back, your back hitting the wall, trapped between him. His strokes grew louder. “I shouldn’t be seeing this, Dex.”
He chuckled against you, leaning in to kiss your shoulder. “I don’t see the problem. You’re going to be mine soon.”
“You’re marrying my mother.”
“Exactly.”
“That doesn’t make me yours.”
“Actually, I’m marrying your mother. She’s moving in with me, so what’s hers is mine.” He presses a kiss to your shoulder again, his nose trailing along your neck as if trying to absorb every inch of you.
His hand toyed with himself, slick with pre-cum dripping down, creating the wettest, most sinful sounds you’ve ever heard as he continued to pump himself.
It was all too much the idea that he had pictured you walking down the aisle in your bridesmaid’s dress, not your mother. And yet, here you were.
The sensation hit him hard because you looked even more stunning than he’d imagined. You even smelled better than he expected, everything making his head spin.
His stomach clenched as he neared climax, his moans growing louder. He couldn’t stop licking his lips, eyes fixed on you, wishing it was you walking down the aisle instead of your miserable mother.
“Baby,” he whimpered, locking eyes with you just as he was about to lose control, his knees nearly giving out.
He let out a frustrated whimper, breath ragged, as you glanced away, breaking eye contact.
His breath caught when he saw your hesitation, weighing whether to help him or stop him altogether. It seemed like you were about to choose the former.
You looked down at him and he chuckled softly, knowing you could finally see him in all his glory.
You swallowed hard, then lifted your arms and pushed him against the wall. “What the hell, Dex? Are you crazy?” you almost yelled, your chest heaving with emotion as your chests pressed together.
He winces at your touch, his skin almost too sensitive, as if he’s been masturbating for a while which is true, but more so because he’s been desperate for your touch for months.
He begins to lean down into you, his eyes closing as your name slips from his lips. His cock twitches and throbs in his hand, and then his cum spills out, signalling his orgasm.
“Fuck, Y/N.” Hot white ropes of cum spew from his slit, landing on your dress and his suit.
You back away from your stepdad in a panic, shocked by what you’ve just witnessed, and worst of all, on his wedding day the day he's about to marry your mother.
His eyes squeeze shut as he strokes himself through his orgasm. Dex leans into you, breathing heavily, trying to calm down.
Just then, your mother, with the worst timing, knocks on the door. “I know the groom isn’t supposed to see the bride, but is Y/N there? I told her to give you my letter and—”
He takes a deep breath, still trying to steady himself from the orgasm. Then he kisses your lips before straightening up and tucking himself back into his pants, as if nothing happened.
“Yeah, it’s fine,” he yells, pushing past you. You stand frozen in shock as he steps forward to open the door, revealing your mother waiting outside.
You panic knowing they can’t see each other because it’s bad luck. But now you realise your soon-to-be stepfather married your mother just to get to you. The white spot on his suit is proof enough.
You shout, “Wait, you can’t!”
Your mother chuckles softly from the other side. “Dex, love, just stay there. Y/n, baby, come out. I assume she gave you the letter.”
He picks up the letter, almost scoffing, confirming your fears that he’s only marrying her because of you. Yet he forces a soft voice, “I got it.”
That snaps you out of your daze. “I’m coming, Mum,” you say, shaking your head.
“Like I did,” he teases, and you can’t help but smack his arm, making him chuckle. For a moment, you forget your mother is just beyond the door.
“I can’t wait, love. Just one more hour,” she almost yells from the other side.
But your soon-to-be stepdad smirks, bends down to whisper in your ear, “I’ll see you down the aisle, love,” and kisses you once more, like you’re the bride, not your mother, who’s patiently waiting outside the door.
Summary : You and Titus have your first born, a little girl. Titus wanted a boy mainly to carry out the Danforth name, but when he held your little girl for the first time, he swore no harm would come to his little miss.
Warnings : 18+ DNI MINORS!!! - Age gap, (not specifically mentioned but Titus is described as ‘much’ older than yourself.) Swearing, one mention of bullying and name calling. (Carrot head), suggestive smut at the end, slight possession (on Titus’s side)
Authors note : First time writing for Titus, he is one of my favourite Shawn Characters so far! I love a sassy man who is freaked out. I hope I did him justice, I felt like he would definitely have a softer side in front of his daughter. No one bullies his sweet baby girl.
divider by @diviniyae ❤️
You could say that Titus was a little sad that your firstborn child was a little girl, but as soon as he held her in his arms, his face softened. He was looking down at his daughter with pride and joy. Also… You could both always try for another baby once you were ready.
As she was growing up, Titus was very protective over her. Never let anyone else touch her other than you and his sister, Ursula. After she turned 1, her first birthday needed to be perfect! He completely closed the resort for the weekend, and planned everything to the smallest detail. You had to explain to him that she wouldn’t remember her birthday at this age.
“Do you remember your first birthday? I know it was a looong time ago for you.” You teased him, as he was much older than you. You always loved to tease him about his age, it made for a very fun time after your daughter was fast asleep.
He smirked as the staff was bringing out the large pink cake, gently placing it onto the table. You couldn’t help but laugh as he kissed your cheek, pulling you closer.
“Better watch that mouth, Mrs Danforth.. wouldn’t want to miss our daughter's first birthday because you were getting smart with me.”
You rolled your eyes as Ursula brings in the birthday girl. They were picking out her birthday outfit because she told Titus that she needed to pick it, not him. Your little girl was in a cute pink and white dress with socks and little shoes to match.
“There she is! The birthday girl!” You walked over as you grabbed her from Ursula's arm, kissing her little chubby cheeks over and over. Her little giggles filled the room as Titus walked over to you both. Her little eyes widened as she saw her daddy, making grabby hands for him.
“Okay baby, you can have some daddy-daughter time before your big party.” Titus grabbed Eleanor as she cuddled onto him. Her little ginger curls flattened as she rested her head on him. She was very much a daddy’s girl, and who could blame her? Titus would do anything for his little princess.
When she was around 4 years old, you had to remind Titus that Eleanor needed to socialize with kids her own age and a little older to develop good relationships and social skills. Titus was a little picky with who his daughter played with, but that was to be expected. It was mainly frequent rich families kids that he knew wouldn’t try anything.
Until one day, some rich kid who briefly visited with his parents due to his school record being poor but recently was acting ‘accordingly’ came down by the pool. He was looking around, mainly trying to find an easy target and immediately noticed your daughter’s bright red hair as she was colouring on the tables near the pool. She had her little hat on, sunglasses on the table, little legs kicking around. The kid walked over to her and immediately started to call her names about her hair colour. Eleanor frowned, her eyes filling with tears as she jumped off her chair and ran inside, looking for you, Titus or even Ursula.
The staff member that was supposed to be watching your daughter noticed that she had disappeared. They looked around the resort for her, but another member of staff had taken her to Titus immediately. She ran into her daddy’s arms as he looked at her. You both were completely shocked at her tears as she was happily colouring and had someone watching her.
“What’s wrong princess? Tell daddy. You know daddy can fix anything.” There was an edge to his voice as he said the word ‘fix’ as you knew what that meant. You gently hit his arm as you gave him that look of ‘murder isn’t always the solution.. sometimes’
Your little baby’s voice wobbled as she looked at her daddy, her hat almost falling off.
“A v-very m-mean boy.. c-called me c-carrot head.” Eleanor buried her head into Titus’s neck as she sobbed. Titus was beyond furious, who dared someone call his little girl a carrot head.
The three of you went back to the pool so she could point out the boy who picked on her. He had made it onto a new target, proceeding to dunk another poor kid under the water. You had to stop Titus from marching himself over and dunking that bastard kid underwater himself. You made him take a seat with Eleanor to try and calm her and (himself) down. Fortunately for the kid, you had a lighter approach.
You walked over to the kid and asked him if he picked on your little girl, pointing to your baby and your husband. He immediately deflected and said no. You asked him again, your voice became more pronounced and he again said no and told you ‘get lost lady’ splashing you with the pool water. Titus saw everything, his anger was growing more by the second, Eleanor was gently calming down from her tears as Titus whispered that her hair was beautiful and just like his when he was younger.
After the kid splashed you, he swam away, looking back to see if you were still looking at him. You had already begun walking back to Titus and explained what happened.
“I am going to find Ursula to see if we can find the parents of that kid. He clearly needs to be taught better values than to mess with the Danforth family”
Titus kept an eagle eye on the kid. “Oh. Trust me. I have more than enough values to teach.”
“Titus, that’s a kid.” You sighed. You loved your husband dearly, but sometimes you did get annoyed by his actions when it came to wanting to handle problematic people with violence.
“Stay with Eleanor.. I am going to find Ursula and sort this out. The non-violent way.” Titus looked annoyed, then opened his mouth to speak. You pointed your finger at him, Eleanor looked up at her daddy’s little pout and giggled.
“Naughty daddy..” She giggled more as Titus looked like a scolded puppy.
“You laughing at daddy getting told off by mummy?”He said as he kissed her hair, as she nodded. You smiled, kissing both Titus then your Eleanor’s forehead.
After around 5 minutes, you found the parents of that kid. You told them what their boy said to your daughter and how he was very disrespectful to you. They were both mortified, all colour drained. They apologized on their son’s behalf multiple times on the way back to the pool.
“Oh, your apology means nothing to me. It’s your son’s fault. He made our child cry about something she couldn’t change. Her father is very angry.”
The boy’s family noticed Titus and your little girl at the table. She had her little sunglasses back to help her sensitive eyes from crying. Ursula walked over to the staff who was supposed to be watching her niece, giving them a good talking in private.
Once Ursula returned, you told her to take Eleanor for some ice cream. She smiled big at the thought of ice cream and spending time with her auntie. She reached up to Ursula, wrapping her arms around her neck. Ursula began to walk away to the kitchens as you heard them both talk about what ice cream she wanted.
You had turned to the family with your back to Titus. Oh, you knew Titus loved this as much as you did. They looked completely shit scared just by Titus glaring at them. You gently sat yourself on Titus’s lap, hand playing with his curls.
“Did you know that our daughter’s beautiful red hair is from Titus himself?“ You prompted to the couple, they both shook their heads as you continued. “When Titus was younger.. he had the most gorgeous red hair. I’ve only seen it in photos…” You sighed, as you continued to play with your husband’s curls at the back of his neck.
The father pleaded to you both. “Mr and Mrs Danforth, we are both extremely and deeply sorry that our son called your daughter names about her gorgeous hair. We are extremely-“
Titus lifted his hand up to silent the man from speaking. He had heard enough, the tone of his voice and pitch annoyed him. God, this man was pathetic. The wife had grabbed her son and scolded him. You and Titus saw that the kid looked like he didn’t care. That’s what made you make your last decision final.
“You’re banned for the Danforth Estate. If you have any share holders with us? Gone. You see, we don’t appreciate bullies.. of any kind. Doesn’t matter what age. A bully is a bully.”
The husband looked shocked, and the wife began to cry. Their family was one of the monthly regulars. You and Titus couldn’t care less. Their son made your beautiful baby cry.
“Cry me a river.. go. Pack your shit and get the fuck out.” You scoffed, as the husband looked like he was going to defend his wife but Titus grip got heavier on your hip.
“Don’t. My wife’s word is final. Get the fuck out…” He said with a low rumble in his throat. Fuck, you loved it when he got overly protective of you. It made your thighs push together gently as you turned to look at him.
“I would do as my husband says or I may let him approach this.. his way and we wouldn’t want that.”
You kept eye contact with Titus as you warned the family. You saw his tongue gently dart across his lips as the family accepted their offer of leaving. Unharmed. You could hear the woman screaming at her husband and child for both being idiots.
“See? My plan worked perfectly. Save all of your energy for the hunt next week.. I heard it’s gonna be a pretty big one..” You gently kissed his lips, coming off his lap.
“Let’s go back to our room.. I saw the way your thighs squeezed together. Want some help.. bunny?”
Just in case you needed your daily reminder that the Jackson’s were black as hell. Marlon joning on everybody and Mike pickin lil buddy’s hair, love to see it 🥹
₊˚ ⋅ ۶ৎ summary: Marlon walked in on you pleasing yourself and he decided to help!
₊˚ ⋅ ۶ৎ wc: 2.4k
“Please don’t interrupt us.” Your older brother said with a sigh. You gave him a dumb-founded look as he stood in your doorway.
“What the hell are you talking about?”
All of a sudden, a second body appeared next to him, and your stomach filled with butterflies.
“Wassup mama!” Marlon said with a smile on his face. Your brother’s bestfriend. The man you were convinced was the love of your life.
Standing there in all his glory like he didn’t just make your mouth dry.
“Hey Marlon.” You said, now hyperaware of the slight mess in your room. Clothes tossed everywhere, vanity filled with makeup and hair products, and bedsheets halfway on to the ground.
You could’ve died in the moment but it was as if Marlon hasn’t even noticed.
“As I said, don’t bother us.” Your brother said rolling his eyes before walking off. “You can bother us.” Marlon whispered trailing off.
God, you needed him.
Throughout the day, you did your best to avoid Marlon but he was everywhere. Walking into the kitchen for a snack, Marlon and your brother were there as well, searching cabinets and the pantry for snacks.
“What you need, mama?” Marlon asked with a smile on his face as he noticed you. “Just a soda.” You said, voice low and hesitant. Like if you spoke too loudly, your brother would notice the harbored feelings you had for his best friend.
His fingers brushed against yours as he handed you the cold can of soda. “Thanks.” You mumbled quickly making your way towards your bedroom.
A few hours later, your phone showed the low battery alert. With a sigh, you stood to walk to your brother’s room, and the loud voices of the boys floated through the hall.
Knocking on his open door, you peeked your head inside and saw him and Marlon leaned towards the television, intensely moving the knobs on the controller.
“You got my charger?” You asked. Your brother didn’t spare a second glance but Marlon turned his head towards you. The intensive stare and immediate attention made you a bit flustered.
“Yea, check the side of my bed.” Your brother said, still locked in. “Bro, pay attention.” He nudged Marlon. Marlon didn’t fail to give a quick wink before going back to his original task. You took a deep breath, grabbing the charger and rushing out.
Once again, you ran into Marlon on the way to the hall bathroom. He was coming out, arms stretched above him with a peek of his abs showing. “You good, mama?” He asked.
You nodded, ignoring the way you began to salivate. He nodded before brushing past you, purposely pressing his entire body into yours.
He smelled so good, you needed him all over you. Once he was down the hall, you shook your heard with a sigh, walking into the bathroom.
•••
Later that night, Marlon was still over so you assumed he was staying. He was around so often, your mom treated him like family.
It wasn’t anything new for Marlon to spend the night, accompanied with the usual screaming and yelling while they sat on the game all night.
But this time, it was quiet.
Staring at your phone screen that read 2:25 AM, you groaned. You were so sleepy but whatever cursed invisible wire in your body was keeping you wide awake.
You tried putting your phone away, listening to rain sounds, drinking water—heck you even tried laying on the floor. Unfortunately, everything failed.
You had one last attempt, and it was hidden right in your nightstand. You leaned over to grab the small bullet vibrator that you used quite often. Plagued with the hormones of Jezebel herself, you had to find some type of relief.
The plush pillows supported you as you relaxed into them. Pressing the button, the small device came to life, vibrating against your hand in no time. The strong waves indicated you charged it, you couldn’t be more grateful. Taking a deep breath, you slid the vibrator in your panties, landing it on your clit.
A small whimper tumbled out immediately, and your legs jolted from the sudden pleasure. Tossing your head back, the quick vibrations had you stifling a few of moans, still aware of your sleeping family inside of the house.
Closing your eyes, you focused on the feeling and slowly but surely your thoughts wandered to a familiar face.
Marlon.
You imagined his long fingers—that so graciously helped you reach items on high shelves—rub slowly between your slit, gathering your arousal before pumping inside of you.
You imagined his plump lips descending down your neck, and softly pressing against your thighs till he wrapped them around your clit to deliver a firm suck.
You imagined his voice, cooing and praising you. Pushing you towards an orgasm, talking you through each and every toe curling wave you felt.
The imagination was so vivid, a small whimper of his name tumbled from your lips. The realization only inched you closer and closer.
On the verge of your orgasm, you felt a slight brush of fingers on your neck and you almost jumped out of your skin. Your eyes flew open to see Marlon standing above you, biting his lower lip, with a dark pool in his eyes.
“M-Marlon, you scared me.” You said while trying to turn off the buzzing vibrator. You were debating how far the jump is from your window because it was clearly your time. The device wouldn’t shut off immediately, and it was so loud, someone would’ve mistaken your room for a barbershop.
Marlon’s eyes drifted to the light of the vibrator that could be seen under the blanket and finally it shut off. But it was already too late.
“So this what you up doin’?” His voice was low, and your clit was still pulsing from the rush of the vibrator. You were too stunned to speak, mouth opening and closing like a fish.
“You could’ve asked me for help, mama.” A sly smirk grew on his face and you watched as his hand went under the blankets that were covering you. Your heart pounded against your chest and you could’ve sworn you felt another gush of arousal leave you.
This felt like too much of a dream. Is Marlon actually here right now?
That was quickly answered once you felt a slender finger rub your folds. A spot where the vibrator wasn’t set. “You want my help, mama?” He asked. You swallowed before nodding.
“Then move that shit. I got it.” He mumbled. A shaky sigh left your lips as you let the vibrator drop from your hands. The pad of his middle finger rubbed slowly against your clit, and your eyes closed automatically.
“Nuh uh, look at me.” Marlon demanded. The complete 180 of his personality was surprising. You didn’t expect him to be so commanding, a complete contrast from his usual playfulness. You forced your eyes open to meet his gaze.
“M-Marlon.” Your hips involuntarily bucked up into his hand. “I know, baby.” He cooed, speeding up the pace of his fingers. He trailed them down to your entrance, and felt your wetness coat his fingertips.
A whimper tumbled from your lips, as your back arched. He was so good at this, it practically killed you inside. “Thinkin’ of me got you this wet?” He asked, not pushing his fingers in but rubbing around your entrance.
“Y-yes.”
Instead of responding, he slid in his middle and ring finger. A gasp tore from your throat as your fingers clenched against the bed sheets. “There she go.” he smiled, setting a steady pace. Not too fast but not too slow, it felt just right.
He watched as you continuously squirmed from the overwhelming pressure, and your hip bucked into the air.
“You want some more?” He asked and you quickly nodded. You wanted everything he had to give you honestly.
“Words.” His fingers came out to rub on your clit, spreading your arousal around to create a slippery surface.
“Yes, please.” You whimpered. The bed slowly creaked as he got on top, sucking your juices off your fingers. He kneeled between your legs. “Can you be quiet for me?” He said, thumbs hooking into the waistband of his grey sweatpants.
“Mhm.” You nodded, eyes trained on where his hands rested. He inched his pants down, revealing his long, girthy dick that sprung out. You almost choked just staring at it, it was intimidating to say the least.
Now you were no virgin but you also never took anyone with that size. That’s the kind of size you only see in porn videos. “Don’t look so scared, you can take it, mama.”
You sure hope so.
He leaned over, placing one of his hands beside your head to balance himself above you. His free hand grasped his dick, tracing his tip slowly up and down your slit. It felt hot against you, nudging your clit every so often causing your breath to hitch.
“You ready?” He asked. “Please give it to me.” His tip entered you and you immediately whimpered. Your hands flew to grab at his biceps as you felt the slow stretch. He watched your expression carefully as he pushed in.
His own eyebrows were pinched together, shaky breaths leaving his mouth as you squeezed around him.
“You good, mama?” He asked you. A minute passed before you could respond. “M-move now.” You told him. A small groan left his mouth as he dragged his hips out, already slick from your wetness. He pushed back in, and you tossed your head back.
You felt so full, and shocked at how you managed to accommodate his size. He set a consistent pace and the wet creamy sounds of him pumping into you filled the room. “Fuck, you hear how wet that pussy is?” He cooed.
Your eyebrows were furrowed as you panted. “Y-yes.” You gasped. “Probably did this shit on purpose,” he placed his hands on the back of your knees, pushing them towards you and letting your knees rest on your shoulders. “You wanted me to come fill you up?”
“Oh my God, yes.” You cried out as he thrusted deeper. His palms were strong against your thighs, not allowing them to close. “S-so deep.” You whimpered lifting your head to watch him go in and out.
“I know, baby. You takin’ that dick so good.” He muttered. His dick dropped into you, pumping in and out. “Lil nasty ass,” one hand came down to play with your nipple making your eyes roll back.
“Playing with that pussy when you need to be sleep.”
“I-I couldn’t go to sleep.” You whined. “Aww, it’s okay. Daddy gon’ put you to bed, mama.”
You clenched around him. “You like that? You want daddy to fuck you to sleep?”
You could barely respond, eyes finding placement in the back of your skull. “C’mon, let me know.”
“Fuck—y-yes.” You moaned, you tried to keep them to a minimum, too scared to alert anybody that Marlon was in your room. He was making it extremely difficult.
His thumb found your clit and slowly rubbed in tight circles. “Oh my—,” you whispered, legs shaking at the pleasure. “Mhm, you clenching mama, you gon’ cum?” He asked and you quickly nodded.
The knot in your stomach only grew, tightening more and more. His strokes sped up and the sounds of your pussy became embarrassingly loud. “Sound like she enjoyin’ this shit.” He laughed, speeding up the movements of his thumb.
You would’ve laughed too if he wasn’t digging you out. Only thing that you could do was whine and whimper, and try to control your breathing. “Give it to me, mama.” He leaned down, breath brushing against your ear.
Your arms wrapped around him as you let your moans flow out next to him. You wrapped your legs around him off instinct as you came, faltering his thrust by a little bit but he still managed to grind deep inside of you.
Your body shook underneath him, eyes clenched tightly as your orgasmic moans lowered to soft whimpers. He gently pulled out of you and you were going to protest, realizing he didn’t cum but your words fell short as he flipped you to your knees.
“You gon’ let me have more of that pussy?” He asked with a light smack on your ass. “Yes, daddy.” You panted, laying your upper half down creating a natural arch.
Marlon bit his lip, taking his hard shaft into his hand before dragging it up and down your folds. He slowly eased in, taking your waist into his hands as he tugged you to his base.
Your teeth found your pillow, biting tightly to muffle the scream you wanted to let out. He was so deep, you felt him in the back of your neck at that point. “M-Mar!” You moaned.
A quick smack landed on your ass, “What’s my name?” He muttered. “D-daddy.” Your eyes rolled back as he placed both hands on your ass. He spread them apart to see his dick slide in and out, covered in a mix of your arousal and cum.
The spread made him go even farther in and your brain was on a whole different plane. You drooled onto your pillow, legs shaking as you attempted to hold yourself up.
In the midst of your ride to pleasure, a familiar buzzing sound came to your head. At first you thought you were imagining it until the sudden vibration struck your clit making you yelp.
Marlon’s other hand reached to cover your mouth. “Shhh, you got it, mama. You a big girl, it’s okay.”
The double sensation caused tears to prick in your eyes. It just felt so fucking good! “P-please, I’m gonna cum.” You quickly said, mainly muffled from his hand. “I know, mama—fuck—let me feel you.” He moaned tossing his head back.
The warm, wet feeling on him fucking you made him shiver. Mixed with small vibrations when he bottomed out from the vibrator placed on your clit. Your body stiffened and your eyes rolled back as your orgasm washed over you.
A long drawn out moan was muffled by the pillow below you and you were losing your mind. He continued thrusting into you, watching as you writhed underneath him.
“Mama—fuck.” He groaned pulling out and releasing on your ass. He took the vibrator off of your clit, rubbing your back as you flopped onto your stomach.
“You good, baby?” He asked, standing up. You opened your mouth in hopes to respond but nothing came out so you just nodded. A airy laugh left him and he went to grab a damp washcloth.
He cleaned the both of you up before getting dressed. “Let me know if you need help again, mama.” He kissed your forehead, and made his way back to your brother’s room.
summary: ☄︎ it's you and michael's first time together but you remembered you forgot to shave...
contents: ☄︎ otw era-thriller era but really just picture which ever era you want..., squirting, p in v, creampie, spitting, michael whimpers, dirty talk, grinding, pussy drunk michael, eating out, the whole shebang, reader is worried about her unshaven vag, first time, virgin reader, virgin michael (but the way i wrote it, they might as well be pros)
authors note: ☄︎ bullshit with smut
you and michael have been making out for what seemed like hours but it really was only 15 minutes.
the want between you two was bordering on frustrating as you both wanted–no–needed more of each other. as you two made out, you could feel the hardness of his dick pressed between your legs, so close to where you were absolutely wet and throbbing for him. you started to grind slowly on top of him, feeling his dick rub against your clit through the layers of clothes you guys had on. you both gasped into each other’s mouth at the stimulation, but it still wasn’t enough. you wanted to feel the same hands that were holding your face, hold your thighs back as he pounds into you and he wanted your hands, that were currently holding the back of his neck, clawing down his back as he gives it to you so good.
however, you and michael had never gone that far. you both had never gone that far with anyone. nerves and wanting the first time between you two to be perfect was holding you guys back from crossing that line. though right now, in this exact moment, nerves be damned and you couldn’t think of a more perfect timing than right here and now.
“mikey,” you softly said as you pulled away from the intense makeout session, hips still grinding over him and voice slightly out of breath. “i want you.” you said, too shy to say what you were really thinking which was how bad you wanted him to fuck you into oblivion.
how you had these thoughts as virgin? you had no idea…
michael pulled back to look at your face. his pupils were blown wide, his lips were swollen, and his breathing was heavy from the intense, non-stop kissing. he already looked completely gone and all you two did was kiss. “i know, baby, i want you too. i love you.” he said as he started to lean back in to kiss you again.
he didn’t understand what you meant. he didn’t understand that what you really meant to say was how you were ready to give yourself up to him completely.
you pulled back from his advances to kiss you again and his eyebrows pulled together, worry written all over his face. you softly smiled at him to quell his worry as you moved your hands from the back of his neck to hold the sides of his face. “i love you too,” you say as your thumbs start to caress his cheeks. “but i mean that i’m ready to take this a step further, but only if you want to too.” you say, words faltering at the end of your confession as nervousness started to wash over you.
michael just looked at you, eyes wide. you start to panic. “o-or not,” you say, mentally cursing yourself from even saying anything. “we can continue kissing or we can stop completely and cuddle and watch a movie.” you start going on and on, desperate to fix any damage you may have caused. michael stopped your rambling by taking one of your hands from his face to kiss it gently. A small smile showed on his face when he pulled your hand away to hold it in his hand. he found your nervous rambling so cute. you were so cute.
“i’’m ready too,” he said softly. your eyes widened a bit, “really? because i don’t want you to feel pressured to do something you don’t want to-” you were cut off by michael kissing you with intense passion as he flipped you over so you were now on your back and he was on top.
The kiss was desperate and hungry, built up need finally spilling over as you two gave in to each other. michael trailed his kisses from your jaw to your neck, tongue licking the soft skin before placing open mouthed kisses along the expanse of skin. moans spilled from your lips as your hands went to grip on his hair.
“michael, please,” you moan into his ear. you could feel yourself absolutely drenched in your panties and your clit and hole begging to be touched. michael pulled back from your neck, looking down at you with nothing but raw need. “i need you so bad, baby, i love you so much,” he says, basically whining in your ear.
you move your hands to his shirt, your eyebrows raise in a silent question and he nods. as soon as the shirt leaves his body, you immediately rub your hands on the expanse of skin, feeling the smooth skin and every muscle underneath the palms of your hands. michael starts to move his hips, grinding on top of you and you moan aloud. you were so desperate.
michael moves to take your shirt off your body and groans when he sees your pretty pink lace bra. he feels his mouth water and he gulps, feeling overwhelmed by the sight. you catch his reaction and you bring his head down to whisper in his ear, “you can take it off, baby” you say in a quiet, seductive tone. michael immediately moves to unclasp your bra and it softly falls off your shoulders as michael moves to remove it off of you. he inhales a sharp breath when your pretty breasts are finally exposed, nipples hardening from the cool air in the room.
nerves hit you immediately. you never showed anyone your boobs before and the need to cover up was almost instinctual. as you moved to do so, michael grabbed your hands and held them above your head. “you’re so beautiful,” voice containing genuine honesty and love. you whimpered at his words as he moved to take a nipple in his mouth and suck. your pretty moans fill the room as michael kisses, sucks, bites, and spits on your nipples. michael’s hips start moving faster on top of you and you move your hips up to feel him drag directly on top of your clit.
“can i please take your pants off? please, mama,” michael begs.
you freeze.
you remembered you didn’t shave.
you basically had a fucking bush down there.
embarrassment came over you like a bucket of ice cold water as you released your hands from michael’s grip to cover up your face.
“michael,” you say hesitantly, “i didn’t shave.” you wanted to cry. you were mortified.
you realized it got quiet. too quiet.
“fuck,” you think to yourself, “i fucked this up.”
your hands were removed from your face by michael but you still kept your eyes closed. you didn’t want to see michael’s reaction.
oh my gosh. this is so embarrassing.
“baby, look at me,” michael says in a gentle tone. you reluctantly open your eyes, still feeling absolutely embarrassed. “why were you hiding?” michael asks, voice kind and soft. “you really think i care about that?” michael sounded genuinely offended by you thinking he actually gave a fuck about his lady’s body hair. you shrugged, “i don’t know,” you said, voice small, “it’s just not a pretty sight.” michael just looked at you with an expression that was a mix of seriousness but had a hint of a smile that was threatening to fully show itself. he couldn’t believe your silliness.
“well, i don’t care,” michael said confidently. “let me show you just how much i don't.” michael said as he moved to pull your pants and panties down. when they were finally off, you went to cover up your eyes again before michael went to pull them back down. “unh-unh, baby, i want you to see how pretty you look.” michael said. you looked down at your unshaven pussy and shook your head, “michael, please,” you said. you wanted michael to do anything to ease the embarrassment.
michael looked at your hair covered pussy that was glistening by how wet you were and licked his lips. “i wanna taste you, pretty. can i, please?” he asked, looking up at you for your permission. your thighs spread slightly as you nodded your head. michael smirked as he lowered his head to taste you.
the second his tongue licked up from your hole to your clit, he groaned out loud. you tasted so good. your back arched and you gasped as he licked your pussy. the sensation was strange since it was your first time getting eaten out, but it felt so good nonetheless.
michael got absolutely lost in your pussy. the feeling of your coarse hair on his face as he sucked on your clit felt like the best blanket ever to him. your moans and pleads egged him on as he doubled his efforts by sucking up your leaking juices from your hole just to spit it back on your clit and suck.
you tossed your head back and moaned out loud. “yes, yes, yes, mikey right fucking there,” you moaned as you grabbed his head and started to grind your pussy on his tongue. your pussy hair was getting absolutely soaked by your arousal and michael’s spit and michael absolutely loved it.
“yeah, baby, you like me eating this pretty pussy?” michael said as he came up from air just to dive right in. “i fucking love it, baby, it’s so good.” your words slurring and coming out all babbled.
your moans got louder as you felt michael insert a finger inside and he found your spot immediately. “there’s no way he hasn’t done this before” you think to yourself as you feel like your soul is ascending from your body.
you feel overwhelming pressure build up as michael fingers and spits, licks, and sucks on your pussy like it’s the best candy he’s ever eaten. it fucking felt like you were going to pee. Is this supposed to happen?
“m-michael i feel like i’m going to pee,” you cry out, trying to push his head away but your words seem to only spur him on even more. “give it to me, mama, i need it,” he says, face still buried in your soaking pussy.
you squeal as you forcefully squirt from the intensity of your orgasm. you remove michael’s head from your clit as your hand comes to rub at it speedily, squirt still leaving you and michael’s there to catch it all in his mouth.
your body starts to shake from the aftershocks but michael is still lapping at your pussy, drunk on its taste. “michael–fuck–stop,” you whine as you push his head away from your sensitive pussy. your chest is rapidly moving as you fight to catch your breath. you look down at michael and see that he’s already looking up at you with the biggest smile on his face. “you did so good for me, baby. thank you.” his voice filled with amazement and love.
even though you had the orgasm of your life, you still wanted more. you wanted michael inside of you, filling you up. “michael, i want you to fuck me, please,” you say voice needy and whiny, but you didn’t care because you wanted him now.
michael quickly moved to remove his pants and underwear and your eyes got big at the sight of his dick. it was so big and hard, begging to be touched. you moaned at the sight and brought your hand down to rub at your clit, but michael shut that down real quick by pushing your hand away. “no, baby, let me take care of you.” he spread your legs and pushed your thighs back so they were close to your chest, basically folding you in half. “let me know if you start to hurt, okay?” he says and you nod quickly, eager to feel him in you.
michael starts to push in and you immediately bite your lip and toss your head back. you were in complete ecstasy. the burn of him stretching you had you hold your hand out to touch his stomach. he immediately stopped. “hold on, baby, let me just catch my breath,” you say panting out loud. michael just nods and caresses your thighs, letting you take your time. when you finally calm down a bit, you say a small “okay” and he pushes back in slowly. you gasp at the new feeling of being stretched out as you move your hand to hold michael’s that was holding your thighs.
when he was finally all the way in, you both let out a breath you both didn’t know you were holding. “let me know when i can start moving, okay, baby?” he says as he squeezes your hand. “you can move now,” you say, voice soft as you finally willed yourself to relax. when michael pulls his hips back, your eyebrows furrow and your mouth drops as you feel him drag along your walls. when he thrusts back in, you toss your head back and let out a moan when you felt him hit your spot dead on.
michael starts to find a slow rhythm as he fucks you thouroughly. it felt so good but you needed it harder and faster. “f-fuck, baby, can you go harder please, please, please?” you beg. michael just nods his head and draws his hips back and thrusts forcefully back into you. “yes! like that, baby, just like that,” you moan out. michael starts to pound into you faster, “fuck, mama, you feel so good around me. so tight.” michael whimpers but you could tell he’s holding back his sounds. you weren’t going to have none of that.
“michael, let me hear you, baby. let me hear how good you feel with my pussy squeezing around you,” you moan into his ear. michael let’s go and starts to let his moans join yours. “b-baby you feel so good. i wish i can stay here and fuck this pussy forever,” he moans out loud, fucking into you so hard and so good. “you can, you can, fuck!,” you moan out.
michael suddenly stops and pulls out. your bliss was immediately broken, “no, no, no why’d you stop,” you say, voice all out of breath and fucked out. michael says nothing as he suddenly gets off the bed and turns you horizontal and pulls you so you’re at the edge of the bed. michael is standing as he holds one of your thighs in the air and thrusts back into you like there’s no tomorrow. you scream at the new angle. your eyes roll back into your head and your arm scrambles to find something to hold onto. “fuck, michael, you fucking this pussy so good, baby!” you scream out loud as you feel him reach spots in you you didn’t even think possible.
michael grips both of your thighs and spreads them apart. “you feel so good, baby, im gonna cum,” he whimpers repeatedly. you look at him and see that he’s crying from the amount of pleasure he’s experiencing. and it’s all from your pussy. “i know, mikey–yes, fuck!--i know,” you say. voice nothing but moans as you also feel your eyes tear up from the good fucking you were getting.
“gonna cum in your pretty pussy, mama, wanna cum so bad,” he whimpers pathetically as he begs. you felt your orgasm make your stomach clench, “cum with me, baby, fill me up, please,” you say and michael lets go. his mouth is stretched open on an ‘O’, eyebrows furrowed, and eyes closed as he moans loudly and lets his cum fill your pussy. the feeling of his cum being released inside you made your orgasm crash down upon you as your juices spurted from around his dick.
michael’s thrusts slowed to a stop as you both came down from your orgasm. “that was so good, baby, you felt so good.” he said as he slowly pulled out having you whimper at the loss. “can’t believe we held out for so long.” you giggled with a raspy voice from all your moaning and breath heavy.
michael smiled down lovingly at you as he leaned in for a kiss. the kiss was slow and passionate. you smiled into the kiss feeling completely in love with the man above you. michael pulled back from the kiss and looked down to where you were leaking his and your release. he scooped it up with his fingers and you let out a shuddery moan, feeling sensitive. you gasped as you saw him bring his cum soaked fingers to his mouth, sucking and licking it all off.
michael didn’t swallow it, instead, he leaned back over so he was close to your face. you opened your mouth as he spit the shared cum back into your mouth. you kept eye contact as you swallowed it. he looked down at you with a smirk and you playfully pushed his head away, feeling exposed. “stoppp, michael.” you said with a bashful smile on your face. michael laughed then got serious. “you’re so perfect. i love you.” he said in a voice full of honesty and love. “i love you too, michael,” you said as you leaned in for a tender kiss.
when you two leaned back he just stared at you with a grin. you knew he was about to say some bullshit.
“i still can’t believe you thought i’d care about some hair,” he said while laughing.
there it is
you just groaned out loud and got up to the bathroom, michael cackling like he said the funniest thing.
well at least i don’t have to worry about shaving her anymore.
authors note: ☄︎ idk how i feel about this icl but it took me all morning to write soooo...
PERVY!JERMAJESTY who chooses to be your recorder instead of buying you a tripod.
“Jer….” you say shyly, your wet core on display.
“C’mon mama quit bein shy” he says encouraging.
PERVY!JERMAJESTY who sometimes stands near the door to hear your whimpers when you’re recording your audios.
PERVY!JERMAJESTY who was originally your first subscriber then became your boyfriend
ONLYFANS!READER who will wear Jermajesty's oversized shirts when recording or taking pictures.
ONLYFANS!READER who lets jermajesty pick out the lingerie set, or vibrator she'll use for her daily post.
"okay which one baby?" you say showing a teal lingerie set and a purple set.
"mmm this one" he says pointing to the purple one. You smirk at his decision.
ONLYFANS!READER who catches her boyfriend watching her videos randomly.
You once caught him watching your new post in the purple set he chosen.
Catching a glimpse of his hard on peeking through his grey sweatpants.
ONLYFANS!READER who has to deal with the jealousy that comes with Jermajesty hearing you moan your subscribers names.
“It’s just for content” you defend, rolling your eyes.
He scoffs before walking closer breaking the distance between you two, leaning down to your face.
Gripping your jaw, “mama I don’t give a fuck if it was for a million dollars I don’t want to see nor hear that shit” he growls out, looking down at your lips.
You smirk, feeling your thighs squeeze try to subtly squeeze together. Jermajesty catching it of course.
You peck his lips walking off squealing from the footsteps following behind you.
Content: 2000s Michael Jackson x Trendsetter Fem! Reader
Warnings: 18+ minors dni, p in v, dirty talk, reader got a badonadunk, Michael’s down bad, whale tail trendsetter, Established couple, teasing.
Wc: 1205
The world knew you as the muse of a generation. You weren't just a fashion icon; you were the catalyst for a cultural shift. It had started almost by accident… your curves were simply too lush for the standard cuts of the early 2000s. Girl, you had an ass that didn't just fill out clothes; it challenged them. When you started wearing those super low-rise trousers, the ones that sat precariously on the very edge of your curvy hips, the "whale tail" became your signature. The sight of two thin straps peeking over the waistband had become a symbol of unapologetic confidence.
The media called it scandalous, the haters called it a plea for attention, but you just called it being a fine ass bitch. You moved through the world with a rhythmic grace, knowing that every head turned when you walked away. But while the world stared from a distance, Michael lived in the orbit of your gravity.
Being married to the Michael Jackson meant living in a whirlwind of flashing lights and screaming fans, but inside the walls of your home, the world slowed down. Michael was your sanctuary. He was a man of soft whispers, gentle touches, and a heart that beat with a purity that often left you breathless. He adored you. Not just for the body that the world obsessed over, but for the soul that grounded him. Yet, even after years of marriage, he remained completely undone by your style.
It was a rainy thursday afternoon, and the two of you were lounging in the expansive living area of the estate. The room was filled with the scent of vanilla candles and the soft sound of a jazz record spinning in the background. You were scrolling through a magazine, draped across a velvet chaise lounge. You were wearing a pair of super low-rise denim trousers that hugged your hips like a second skin, sitting so low they barely clung to your pelvic bone. Because of the way you were arched, the shimmering gold straps of your thong, the one with the charms that spelled out Michael, were pulled high and proud, framing the swell of your hips.
Michael had been trying to read a lyric sheet, but he hadn't turned the page in ten minutes. He was staring. He always stared.
"Baby," he murmured, his voice a soft, melodic vibration. He set the papers aside and slid closer to you, his eyes tracing the line where the denim met the gold lace. "You know you're tryin' to make it real hard for me to focus, right?"
You looked over your shoulder, a playful, knowing glint in your eyes. "I don't know what you're talking about, Mike. I'm just relaxing."
He let out a small, breathy laugh, his cheeks tinting a light shade of pink. Even now, he had that bashful quality, that sweetness that made your heart ache. He reached out, his long, slender fingers grazing the skin of your hip, just beside the gold strap. "You just too fine. I mean, look at you. You got the whole world wanting a piece, and I'm the lucky one who gets to keep you. But that thong... it's just a tease, baby. A beautiful, cruel tease."
"You still get shy about it?" you teased, shifting your weight so the trousers dipped even lower, exposing more of the lace.
"I ain't shy," he whispered, though the way he bit his lip suggested otherwise. "I'm just... appreciative. I love how you carry yourself. I love that you know exactly how good you look. It just makes me want to keep you all to myself."
He leaned in, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "I don't think I can handle another minute of just looking."
He didn't rush you. Michael never did. He began by kissing you with a slow, reverent passion, his tongue dancing with yours in a way that felt like a prayer. His hands wandered, sliding beneath the waistband of those super low-rise trousers, his palms warm against your skin. He groaned softly into your mouth, the sound vibrating through your chest.
"You're just a miracle," he breathed, his voice thick with emotion. "My beautiful, perfect girl."
He gently guided you toward the bedroom, the walk a slow torture of anticipation. Once the door clicked shut, the atmosphere shifted from sweet to starving. He stripped you slowly, his eyes never leaving yours, treating your body like a piece of priceless art. When the trousers finally hit the floor and the gold thong was all that remained, he let out a shaky breath.
"I love this on you," he whispered, hooking his thumbs into the straps and pulling you flush against him. "I love knowing you wore this just for me."
He didn't lay you flat on your back. Instead, he guided you to the edge of the bed, urging you to lean forward, pressing your chest against the silk sheets and arching your back. The position put your assets on full display, your hips tilted high, the thong cutting a provocative line across your skin. Michael stood behind you, his breath hitching as he looked at the view. He spent a moment just worshipping you from behind, his hands kneading your cheeks, his lips kissing the small of your back.
"You're so breathtaking," he whispered, his voice trembling with desire. "I can't get over how perfect you are."
When he finally rid himself of his clothes, he positioned his dick at your entrance, the heat between you electric. With one steady, powerful thrust, he slid deep inside you from behind. He let out a long, shuddering moan, his chest pressing against your back.
"Oh, baby... you feel so good," he groaned, his voice a sweet caress even as he hammered into you. "Just stay right there for me. Just like that. You're so tight... so perfect."
He gripped your hips tightly, his fingers digging into your skin to anchor you as he pushed himself deeper, hitting that spot that made your back arch and your breath hitch. He was breathless, his chest heaving, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the quiet room.
"I love you so much," he whispered, his voice melodic and full of devotion. "You're mine... all mine, baby."
The tension built until it was unbearable, a coil of heat tightening in your gut. As you reached your peak, Michael let out a guttural sound, his body shaking as he came inside you in long, pulsing waves. He collapsed onto you, his heart racing like a drum against your back, his breath hot and ragged.
For a long time, neither of you spoke. He just held you, kissing your shoulder, his voice returning to that patient, melodic hum.
"I'm sorry if I was a bit too rough," he whispered, though he was smiling against your skin. "But baby... those trousers... that thong... you just drive me absolutely wild."
i want to start by saying i LOVE your writing for michael and jaafar jackson, and i was wondering if you could do some like 70s!michael x reader where like michael keeps being later to meetings or rehearsals with the jacksons because him and his gf are all hold up im his room just making out, cuddling, sleeping, and stuff, and like they always get caught by anyone, like everyone has caught them at least once each, thank you!!
distraction ❥ michael jackson
PAIRING: late 70s!michael jackson x black!fem!reader
SUMMARY: inspired by this edit + this other edit + in which you and Michael are in the honeymoon phase of your relationship and it somehow becomes everyone else’s problem. 🩷
it was no secret to the Jackson family that Michael was completely sprung on you. in fact, you had been coming over to their home so often that you were practically part of the family — not to mention, the sleepovers that you and Michael would occasionally have whenever his parents allowed them.
you were a constant in Michael’s life. whenever things got too heavy or hectic for him, he came to you to ground him and keep his mind occupied. you were his rock that kept him afloat when everything around him felt suffocating, and even if Michael was too shy to admit it out loud, you knew how much you meant to him — mostly because you felt the exact same way about him.
however, Michael’s attachment had its costs.
because of how much and how often Michael would be holed up in his bedroom with you, it would make him late for rehearsals, which would lead to one or multiple of his brothers coming to practically drag him away from you. whether you were sleeping, cuddling, talking each other’s heads off, or even just making out, his bedroom door would always swing open and he’d be gone in the blink of an eye.
his sisters thought it was cute that Michael couldn’t separate from you for at least five minutes, even if he had to go to the bathroom. his brothers teased him relentlessly over his deep devotion for you and never let him live it down, especially Marlon and Jermaine. his mother adored you and loved having you around the house, treating you like one of her daughters and even going as far as referring to you as her daughter-in-law despite the fact that you and Michael hadn’t actually tied the knot (yet).
his father… well, Joe Jackson was simply just Joe Jackson, not wanting any of his sons to have any interests in anything but music, rehearsing, and touring. it’s not that he didn’t like you — though, you wouldn’t be surprised if he didn’t — it’s that he didn’t want Michael distracted by you or anyone else for that matter, so him starting to show up a few minutes late to rehearsals didn’t necessarily go so well for him. truthfully, it never did, but Michael couldn’t help but want to stay close to you.
currently, you were in Michael’s bedroom helping him get ready for today’s rehearsal, wanting him to be on time today so he didn’t get scolded. he sat on the end of his bed and you stood between his long legs as you carefully picked out his afro, evenly fluffing out his kinky hair while his hands rested against your thighs and he hummed softly to himself.
“i wish i could just stay in here with you,” Michael murmured, his fingers splaying across your thighs, as he slightly tilted his head back to properly look up at you, his big brown eyes staring up at you with nothing but love and admiration, “i always miss you when i’m gone.”
“you’ll be back before you even know it, baby,” you met his gaze and your hands paused in his hair as you smiled a little at him, “you know you gotta’ use that pretty voice of yours and sing with your brothers.”
“mama…” a soft whine fell from Michael’s lips and he grinned sheepishly from your words as he looked away from you and leaned forward, pressing his face into your stomach to hide his flustered expression and earning a soft laugh from you, “…don’t say it like that.”
“whaaaat?” you innocently dragged out, letting out a soft teasing giggle, as you resumed picking out his hair and felt him quietly huff against your stomach, his hands shifting from your thighs to your hips and giving them a gentle squeeze, “you don’t think your voice is pretty when you sing, Mikey?”
instead of responding verbally, Michael pressed his face deeper into your stomach, as if trying to merge into your body, and you laughed at the action as one of your hands left his hair and gently grabbed his jaw instead, attempting to raise his head but struggling due to his resistance.
“Michael, look at me, c’mon,” you laughed as you gently squeezed his cheeks and looked down at his fluffy-haired head, watching him stubbornly remain in place against you, “if you don’t, i won’t give you a goodbye ki—”
“baby, that’s so mean,” Michael’s head snapped up before you could finish your sentence and your hand went still in his hair as his eyes found yours again and his lips formed a small pout, “you know i need your kisses.”
“if i knew threatenin’ to stop kissin’ you would make you listen so fast, i would’ve been doin’ that a while ago,” you teased as Michael’s pout theatrically deepened and his bottom lip jutted out, making you giggle while you set aside his afro pick and cupped his face in both of your hands, “stop all that poutin’, pretty boy.”
“gimme’ a kiss and maybe i will.” Michael stubbornly retorted as he removed his hands from your body and dramatically crossed his arms, earning a soft snort from you at his childish response to your playful threat.
you shook your head a little and briefly swiped your thumbs across his cheeks as you leaned down to him and pecked his lips once, then twice, before finally giving him an actual kiss, his pout almost immediately disappearing the moment your mouth stayed against his. you kissed him softly, your lips moving in a slow hypnotizing motion, and Michael easily followed your lead, allowing you to guide the kiss whichever way you wanted.
as Michael melted into you, his arms eventually uncrossed and his hands found the backs of your thighs as his fingers slightly flexed against the fat of them and splayed across them, the warmth of his palms sending a soft jolt of electricity through your lower half.
his grip slightly tightened on your thighs and he tugged you closer, but before he could actually pull you onto his lap like he intended, three soft yet firm knocks sounded off at his bedroom door and cut through the comfortable silence the two of you were engulfed in, his fingers tightening on your thighs and a soft huff falling from his nostrils at the interruption.
“y’all decent in there?” the unmistakable sound of Tito’s voice caught your ears before Michael’s, specifically the teasing undertone in his question, and you reluctantly broke the kiss, causing Michael to chase your lips before being stopped by your hand on his chest.
“yeah. you can open the door.” you reassured him, your hands lowering from Michael’s face to his shoulders, as the door opened and revealed Tito and Marlon standing in the entryway, the two of them staring at you and Michael with teasing grins that they tried to hide but to no avail.
“c’mon, lover boy, it’s time to go rehearse,” Marlon teased, slightly raising his brows, as he went to cross his arms but paused and raised his index finger instead to gesture between the two of you, “you can kiss and touch on ya lady later on, it’s our turn to have you now.”
you couldn’t help but laugh at Marlon’s teasing as a bashful smile spread across Michael’s face and he turned away from his brothers, burying his face against your stomach again and earning laughs and chuckles from them while his grip slightly tightened on your thighs.
“y’know if Jermaine come up here to get you, he gon’ embarrass you in front of her.” Tito jokingly warned, a knowing smile crossing his face, as Michael suddenly shot up from the bed and Marlon immediately bursted out into a fit of laughter, making you bite down on your bottom lip to suppress your amusement — an action that Michael quickly noticed because he playfully rolled his eyes at you.
“you’re just as bad as them,” Michael huffed, no real frustration behind his words, as you snorted and a giggle slipped through your suppression, causing him to ultimately smile at you and shake his head, “gimme’ a kiss before i go.”
untucking your bottom lip, you smiled at your boyfriend and cradled the sides of his neck as you pulled him down for a final kiss, your lips softly colliding with his while his hands rested on your hips to keep you close. the kiss lingered for a moment before you pulled back again, causing Michael to chase your mouth for a second time before you laughed and pressed one of your hands against his chest again.
“Michael…” you warned through a series of soft giggles, raising your eyebrows, as you gestured towards his brothers at the doorway with a small tilt of your head, silently reminding him that he needed to go.
“just one more, c’mon,” Michael whined softly as his fingers gently squeezed your hips and his big brown eyes searched your face, as if memorizing each of your features before settling onto your lips again, “please, mama?”
slightly rolling your eyes, you folded underneath the weight of his whiny pleas and you leaned in again, planting several soft and quick kisses against his lips before eventually pulling away and quickly stepping back from him before he could think about chasing your lips for a third time.
“get on out of here, boy. i’ll still be here when you get back.”
Summary: After a day spent with your son and out of your husband's presence, your longing for more than just him begins to take shape. Another child would not be so bad, would it?
Tags: established relationship, pregnancy talk, breeding kink (kind of), vaginal penetration, vaginal fingering, oral sex (f. receiving), clothed male/naked female, younger female/older male relationship,
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“Cedric has grown so quickly. It feels as if only yesterday he was an infant in a bassinet.”
You watched Alicent sit across from you with Cedric, pushing wooden soldiers around on the sofa. Your heart warmed watching your stepdaughter- still such an absurd thought to you - play with your son. Your firstborn child. The light of your life and the joy of The Red Keep. Babies had an ability to bring smiles and warmth into any room they waddled into, and Cedric Hightower was no exception. A healthy four year old, people said he’d grow into a spitting image of Otto with his dark hair and eyes. You hoped he’d be like him too: cunning, clever and dashing.
“Soon enough we’ll be receiving marriage pacts,” you joked. “Girls from all over will claw each other’s eyes out for a chance to marry The Hand’s son.”
“He’ll be handsome for sure,” she agreed, pushing a lock of hair from his face. “He’ll be a noble knight. Won’t you, Brother?”
“Yes,” said Cedric, bashing two soldiers together as if in combat, “I’ll be a fearsome knight to rival even Aemond and Daemon Targaryen.”
“A bold, but true claim,” you grinned at him.
“Shall you have another?” Alicent asked, Cedric distracted by his stuffed horse, an old rag toy named Windrunner.
“Alicent?”
“My father is not as young as he was when you two married,” she said. “Having another babe might be the end of him.”
You shared a laugh when she gave you a teasing smile. “I would like another,” you admitted. “My parents had six children. My mother gave birth to my youngest sister when she was well into her age, and my father was older than her.”
Though not by much. You’d been about to say more before Helena walked in, her twins in tow with their maid. The difference in age between you and Otto never troubled you before. It might’ve troubled him once, but not anymore. People had their opinions and gave glances from time to time, but you ignored them. You wouldn’t concern yourself with the opinions of unimportant people. Yet, you wondered if Otto would want another child. He was not growing any younger and he already had children with his previous wife. Helena was younger than you and had her four children. Your younger sister, Elise, recently married and had her own child on the way.
“Perhaps I shall discuss this with your father,” you said to Alicent, picking up a doll Jaehaera handed you.
Only The Seven know what he’d say to it. You rarely see your husband these days. With all the trouble going on between House Bracken and House Blackwood, he spent a lot more time around King Viserys. You missed his presence. You missed the warmth he’d bring into your bed at night, and the golden mornings you used to share. The small moments you did spend together felt so quick they might not have happened at all. Even if no babe came from it, you’d love to simply hold him and be held by him for a while.
Perhaps tonight.
****
He’d caught you stripping down for your bath. All the tension in Otto’s body eased up the moment he saw you standing by the warm bath. Tired eyes drank in your nude form illuminated by the fireplace nearby, the golden light catching in your hair in places. Radiant. Ethereal. You knew what seeing you like this did to him. Absent your usual finery, plain and vulnerable, Otto claimed he never found you more beautiful. Your name fell from his lips in a soft word, and you turned to greet him. However, the familiar glint in his eyes made you pause. You smiled coyly when he removed his cloak and approached you.
"Lady Wife," he said in his deep voice, the implication sitting right behind his low tone.
"Lord Husband," you replied, giving a playful curtsy.
His eyes swept over your naked form in front of the fireplace. The sight of him coming closer sent a tingling sensation from your nipples to your sex. The urge to feel his hands and lips on them made you pulse. Lifting your chin to meet his eyes, the smooth leather of his gloves sent shivers down to your core. As strong and handsome as the day you met, your husband never failed to allure you. The gap in age concerned everyone but you two. Otto said nothing as he placed a chaste kiss on your lips, his beard and mustache tickling your mouth briefly.
"You look beautiful this evening, love," he said, kissing you again. "Enchanting."
"Because I am nude?" you grinned, putting your hands on his chest. Finger tracing the hand pin on his breast, he sensed your restraint not to brush against him right away. You felt tempted to push your breasts against him, so you could feel the smooth fabric on your sensitive nipples.
"It's when I find you the most beautiful," he smirked.
He pulled you into his arms. You trembled when his gloved hands smoothed over your waist and hips to your bottom, where he gave both cheeks a squeeze. Seeing the reaction, Otto continued groping them as he kissed you deeply. It had been too long since your husband touched you this way. The idea of having another child came back to you in this kiss. There’d be another reason to keep him in your arms, and bring more happiness into his life. Locking your lips with his, you realized how much you truly missed him. Every sense grabbed at him like you’d never see him again. Your arousal burned the longer he groped and kissed you; you gently pushed yourself to his clothed body, the mixture of fabrics sparking more sensitivity.
"I've missed you," you whispered, breaking from his lips and sliding your hands up his neck, "I've been so lonely without you."
"Forgive me, darling," he breathed, cupping one of your breasts. You whined at the leather thumb grazing your nipple. "It was not by my doing-”
"-But The King's," you finished for him in a breath. "Must he always keep you from me?"
He chuckled in the next kiss. Bringing you away from the tub, Otto guided you over to the bed. Excitement flourished in your stomach once the backs of your knees hit the edge. You turned around so your body molded perfectly to his, and gave his hands further access to you. He didn't remove a stitch of clothing. Not even his gloves. The fine, supple leather slipped up your hips like water, and cupped around your tits softly.
"I am his Hand, Rosebud," he groaned in your ear, that charming nickname producing a sigh. Grabbing both of them, the black leather of his gloves teased your naked breasts. "It is my duty to serve His Grace and the realm."
"And me?" you pouted, grinding into his groin. The slightest bit of hardness had you pushing against him. "I am part of the realm, am I not?"
He pressed a kiss to your neck, beard prickling your bare skin, and laughed. "You are."
"Which means you must serve me as well, does it not?"
"It does." He pinched both of your nipples, whining with you when you squirmed in his arms. "How may I serve you, Lady Hightower?"
You turned your head, craning your neck to reach his ear. He lowered it further to press kisses to the curve of your throat. "I'd like you to fuck me," you said, the filth from your lips making him groan, "Hard. I’d like to feel you within me, filling me completely.”
"As you wish, my lady."
He continued squeezing your breasts with one hand as he slipped the other between your thighs. The cool leather against your heat had you whining once again. You felt the padded fingers swirl around your throbbing clitoris, deftly touching all the spots that made you weak in his hands. Middle finger rubbing up and down your swelling clit, you could feel your entrance already clenching. Each time his fingers came slightly close to your entrance, it tightened in hopes of catching them. You moaned louder when those fingers rubbed you from side to side rapidly, keeping the brushes light and quick over your dampening sex. Years of sharing a bed gave each of you intimate knowledge of each other's bodies, which he knew used to his full advantage. Fingers thicker due to the gloves, Otto only slid one inside you. Propping one leg on the bed, you kept hold of him as he fingered you in gentle pumps at first.
"My sweet Rosebud," he moaned when you reached a hand behind you for his cock. His length already pressed into his trousers, making a large bulge you cupped easily. "Always so eager for me," he stuffed his finger further inside you and made you arch your back, "Ever since we met."
"It's hard to control it," you confessed. Expertly, you untied his breeches and pulled them down just enough to withdraw him. Having his hard length in your hand only aroused you further. "Is it wrong for a wife to want to please her husband?"
"Not at all," he moaned, pushing forward into your hand in time with his finger.
The two of you touched for a while longer before he bent you over the bed. Your body is already so accustomed to his size, you took it easily. Gripping the bed sheets, keeping your legs spread apart, you stayed still as Otto feverishly pounded into you. As always, one of his hands cupped your breast to pinch your nipple while you rubbed your aching clitoris for him. You made your fingers go in time with his thrusts, the need for an orgasm becoming hotter and hotter. It felt as if years had passed since you felt his cock fill you. You wanted to savor the delicious feeling each time.
“Otto, Otto,” you huffed his name, nails digging into the fine bed sheets under you. He hadn’t removed a stitch of clothing, causing the friction between you to arouse you further. “Please,” you whimpered, “Give me another.”
“Another?” He grunted, thrusting deep.
“Yes, please.”
This seemed to invigorate him all over again. Planting himself firmly on the floor, he held onto your hips and bottomed up into you. The new angle had you standing nearly on tiptoes and face buried into the bed. His girth stretched you in ways that always rolled your eyes back. How could anyone not wish for this very feeling? You’d wanted nobody else since meeting Otto all those years ago. The way he easily weakened you with a few warm kisses was a tactic you’d give into over and over. When he lifted you onto the bed, flipping you onto your back, you saw the hungry look in his eyes and burned all over. Lifting your thighs up, Otto sunk down and rolled his tongue around the sensitive, hard nub that made you see stars. You squealed at the sudden sensitivity, wriggling under his grasp and bunching up the sheets in your hands. The obscene sucking sounds mingled with your cries, and he groaned as he stuck his tongue past your clenching entrance. Your hands fell into his hair, tugging and pushing him further in. The need became a fever that you never wanted broken. It scorched up your body, making every sensitive part electrify whenever he touched them.
“Gods, how I missed your taste,” he growled, lapping at your soaked sex, “And the sweet sounds you make for me.”
“They’re only for you,” you moaned, spreading yourself further for him. “Always for you.”
He kissed back up to your breasts, wrapping his mouth around your nipple and pushing back inside you. You couldn’t stop yourself from meeting him as best you could. His tongue wagging over your hard nipple, smooth glove toying with your clit below, you came undone right then. Otto groaned along with you, encouraging you with his hurried pace and teasing fingers.
You became blind to sense when that body-quaking orgasm hit you. Trembles went down your tense muscles as he kept pushing in and out, not muffling your moans, your cries came loud and breathy as they joined with his own. You swore he somehow prolonged it for your benefit, the throbbing feeling continuing for what felt like hours. He kept himself deep inside you for several minutes, doing his usual routine of pushing his seed further. When he finally pulled out, you gasped for the air that your climax tightened from you. Catching up on your breath together, Otto’s gloved hands continued sliding up and down your body as he peppered kisses on your chest and neck. Having him this close felt so natural to you now. You didn’t know what you’d do if you ever lost these moments with him.
“I hope for another,” you said softly, wrapping yourself around him.
“As do I,” he murmured, nuzzling your nose with his before kissing you. “Nothing would make me happier.”
“Truly?” you asked shyly, “Even with the ones already grown? And all the grandchildren and great-grandchildren?”
“Yes,” he assured you. “I may not be as young as I was when Alicent and Gwayne came into the world, but I’ll give you as many children as you wish.”
“But, do not only do so for me. They’ll be your children as well.”
“And I pray to The Mother for them every time we’re together.” He peeled himself away from you, “Come, my love.”
He pulled you to your feet, and then you began stripping away the layers keeping him from you. Once in the tub, you felt the way you’d done that first night together. Your hands cleansing one another, lips caressing where they could, these moments made you feel closer to him.
You never wanted to lose that.
****
The first pain came early in the day. You thought nothing of it at first, thinking it was another typical pain like with Cedric. Yet, as the day grew on, the pain within you worsened. By nightfall, you laid in the birthing bed, your screams ripping through your throat as you pushed a solid being out of you. The pain tore you apart. You almost thought it might never end. You worried later you’d broken Alicent’s hand from how tightly you held onto her. She refused to leave when your labors began; Otto arrived moments later, worried and eager in the same breath.
Then she arrived. Lady Lia Hightower, daughter to the Hand of the King. Like Cedric, she had Otto’s hair and eyes, but carried more of your features and skin tone. You sobbed tears of joy when they put her into your arms. Her wails being heard throughout the keep, only the tolling bells drowned her out.
“Well done, Rosebud,” Otto said, kissing your sweaty brow.
“She’s beautiful,” Alicent smiled, wiping blood from Lia’s thick hair.
“Is the baby here yet?” Cedric came in, holding a cloth and cotton horse you recognized right away.
“She’s right here, darling,” you told him, sniffling back more tears. “Come meet your sister Lia.”
Cedric came forward at once, standing close to the bed for a better look. “Hello Lia,” he said softly, as if not wanting to disturb the crying baby. “I’m Cedric. I’m your older brother. I brought you a gift,” he put the stuffed horse next to you. “His name’s Windrunner. Mama put him in my crib when I was a baby. You can have it now.”
His gesture called you back to Elise, when you gifted her your old blanket to keep in her crib. You kissed the top of his head, “A marvelous gift. She will cherish it always.”
Otto also kissed the top of his head before he declared you needed rest. You held onto Lia longer, cradling her in your arms and unable to look away from her. Only when she fell asleep did you pass her off to your maid, who gently placed her in her crib nearby.
She’d make a lovely lady. You just knew she would.
****
A/N: Look at that, another hotd fic haha I hope y'all enjoyed this one, and thanks for reading <3
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