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â â â â BREAK A SWEAT
michael arrives home from a demanding music video filming day and enters absolutely fatigued, wanting nothing but to kiss you all over, however, placing you on his lap as he did so affected him more than he thought.
â â â â â â â â 18+ mdni
7.3kă ďš ăthriller michael áą đť.rea CONTAINSă ďš ă( smut w little plot )ăsoftdom!mj ( i think.. ), established relationship, oral ( m&f ) munch mikey >â â < crying, dry humping, riding, spit as lube, stomach bulge, insecurities, no use of y/n, unprotected ( wrap your willy! dont be silly! ) creampie, aftercare
17 years later â this is still deeply upsetting. may God give you eternal peace, michael. immortality did cradle you gently in its arms. i will miss you foreverđ¤
i have no words to be very eloquent today⌠just⌠yeah. he should still be here.
Rest In Paradise Angelface â¤ď¸
29 August 1958 - 25 June 2009
miss and love you forever

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thinking about mature era michael w/insomnia and you, who has no problem staying up with himâall night!!
2am
âË⥠âThis is what you call cookies?â He questions, you two stood still for a while staring at the burnt attempted sugar cookies, your hand rested on your hipâand you could only manage out a huff. âDonât blame it all on me michael.â You cross your arms and he stifles a laugh, âYeah baby well, you put them in there, preheated it and all.â
Instead of throwing the cookies outâyou fling open the cabinet and grab a glass plate, You place a napkin over it and the cookies follow up. âWeâre eating theseâif you love me youâll eat these.â You tease, and he huffs, pulling you by the waist and pressing small kisses into your neck. âThrow âem out sweetheart, Iâll have someone go grab us some cookies from the store.â
âWhatâs the love in that?â You pout. He kisses your lips. âWonât have you eating your burnt cookiesâthatâs love.â
3:50am
âË⥠âA pillow fight?â He retorts, and you nod. âMay the best man win!â You pick up a silky pillow from the bed, the bed bouncing beneath you as you jump. âGet up here!â You usher him, and he does, grabbing another silk pillow. Your pillow hits his arm, and your pillow ends up hitting his face. He tackles you and a perfect idea floods through your mind.
âOw, Michaelâseriously.â You murmur, feigning fake hurt. He immediately gets up. âOh Iâm sorry, baby, I didnât know I was being so rough Iââ you take this chance quickly standing up and whacking his hip. âCheater!â He lets out a squeal and tackles you once again, this time heâs kissing your lips. âI love pillow fighting.â He says. âIâd like to pillow fight again.â
âAGAIN?â You squeak.
5am
âË⥠âIt was the worst you know,â You two were now currently deep into the real talkâtalk of life. He nods, the blue pool in front of you, stars in the sky. âI hear you.â You shake the tears from your eyes. âBut enough about me Mike, you know how I get.â He watches your expression and his expression is filled withâwanting to know you more than he already does.
He leans in and swifts a small piece of hair from your face, hand resting on your thigh. âI love you y/n.â He murmurs. âSo muchâyouâre my reason, my reason of life, my everyâyouâre why I do the things I do now.â
âBecause I love you.â He finishes off, and you stifle a laugh. âYouâre such a freaking loser!â You tease him, leaning in to kiss him. âThis is because I stay up with you all night, hm?â He shrugs. âPartially.â
âYou ass.â You playfully nudge him.
âË⥠And you two accidentally fall asleep on the pool chairs, your head tucked underneath his chin, legs curled up on his stomach, and his hot breath fanning your scalp.
I have such terrible writers block forgive me!! Enjoy this short blurb whilst I try to get the gears in my brain to start moving again, I love writing đ also feel free to leave reqs!!
you deserved more time with your babies, happy father's day michael!!!
Mature era ramblings, the beach, short sweet and cute im feeling super delulu forgive me its 3am
Planning beach dates (or any outdoor activity, for that matter) with mature Mike must be HELLLLL . God forbid you want to play and splash around with your husband on your 5th vacation so far this year on this beautiful, remote beachfront property he managed to find in a different country, only to have to see him chained to his little pop-up chair with his umbrella dug into the sand because he cant stay in the sun that long without it negatively affecting him physically.
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(đđ+) ââââ notes: childhoodbsf!popstar!reader âą see đđ đđđđđ. heavy breeding kink â description of sex across multiple days around ovulation â so much cum â michael loves to watch his release leak out of you! and heâll eat it too!
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hot girl summer
â FEATURING: michael jackson x fem!reader
â SYNOPSIS: youâre janetâs best friend so you got invited to stay the whole summer with her at her home in hayvenhurst. youâve always been attracted to her older brother, pff who wouldnât? but little do you know he sort of has a crush on you too. so now you have to figure out how youâre going to survive six long weeks while being under the same roof as him.
⍠WARNINGS: 18+ MINORS DNI â post!thriller michael, age gap (reader is 21 & michael is 26), janet knows about readers crush and teases her about it, michael is such a gentleman, j*e doesnât exist cause i said so, michaelâs brothers being teases, also randy tries to flirt with reader a lot, jealous!michael, oblivious!reader, horny!reader, first kiss, virginity loss, sub!michael if you squint really hard, oral (m!receiving), riding, unprotected p in v, creampie (oops), no use of y/n, happy ending
â WORD COUNT: 6.0k words
âż NOTES: guys i got a bit lazy at the end as i always do lol. but i hope you still enjoy it, this is also one of my personal favs mwah!
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SUMMER 1985
you hum to the soft music playing in your car, feeling the warmth of a summer afternoon through your car window as you start to get closer to the hayvenhurst gates.
you cannot believe that you're staying the whole summer at hayvenhurst.
you've been friends with janet jackson since you both met at school in indiana but you lost contact over the years when your family had to move away. it was only recently that you both reconnected and have been inseparable ever since.
that's why she invited you over to her beautiful family home, to spend the summer and you are more than excited. not only are you going to be having the best summer of your life with your best friend but you'll also get to meet him.
yes, michael jackson.
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ââ´âwarnings: 18+ (mdni), sugar daddy/sugar baby dynamics + daddy kink + feet rubbing/kissing + recording + dumbification
ââ´âSUGAR DADDY!MICHAEL WHO... obviously, like all sugar daddies, loves to spoil you. he absolutely loves when his girl looks well taken care of. that means that your hands and feet are always done and that your hair is always styled perfectly. and he loves to spend all of his money on you.
he sits on the sofa all excited, waiting for you to get home from the salon. you scrape your new, long nails over his chin from behind to announce your presence. âhi, mikey,â you say in that syrupy voice of yours. you circle around him, plopping on the sofa next to him, your bare feet immediately finding his lap. âwhat do you think?â you ask coyly. and all michael can do is release a sharp breath, thumb massaging the balls of your feet. âlove âem, baby.â he mumbles resolutely, lifting one foot up to his mouth, placing a kiss on your metatarsal.
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your wish is my command Ëââ§ę°á â ŕťęą â§âË hope you enjoy this doll (ËśË áľ ËËś)
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⥠song of the year wasn't the only thing michael planned on claiming that night. ŕ¨ŕ§ â§âË â thrad!era ⥠michael jackson x presenter!fem!reader
When life gives you lemons (Michael Jackson)
synopsis : You witnessed something you weren't supposed to see. Instead of threatening you to stay quiet, you were now slowly falling in love with a mafia boss (cold-blooded killer).
paring : mafiaboss!michael x witness!reader
cw : gun usage,swearing, nonchalant michael (for like 2 seconds)
a/n : I found a new cuss word and used it and now i think its my favorite
August 3rd, 1924
10:15
You were sat outside of some random club you couldn't be bothered to learn the name of. You were clad in a short but elegant black dress that hugged your curves perfectly, yet still made it comfortable to move, you had a white fur boa wrapped around your body and in the crook of your arms. You looked beautiful, sure, but your mood was visibly sour. The reason you were outside the club? Some random guy thought he had a chance, haâ! not even close. So now, you were here, outside some club in the middle of Boston at 10 o'clock at night. You took a deep inhale of the cigarette pushed between your lips. You started to make your way down the street, looking for a quieter place to smoke instead of having to hear the loud bustling of the music from inside the club. Then, you found it, the perfect smoking spot. An alleyway, albeit it was a downgrade from the nice bench next to the club, but at least it was quiet âright?
Just as you were starting to look around, a random man came shooting down the alley and stepped on your toe. You turned your head back and screamed, "Watch where you're going, ya' cockwaffle!". About 3 seconds later, 3 even faster men came, seemingly chasing after the man who just passed you. Curiosity got the better of you, and you started to follow all four of them. As the alleyway came to an end, you found the four men; the one who stepped on your foot was attempting and failing to climb a metal fence. While the other three men just watched in stunned amusement. Not wanting to get caught, you quickly found the nearest wall to hide behind, but still be able to have a quick escape good view of what was happening. Shortly after the mans' failed attempt to climb the fence, he slowly turned around, shaking with fear and slid his back down the fence, putting his face in his hands "I-I'm r-really sorry." he mumbled out.
There were 3 men, 2 of them stood behind a man in the middle, and they were dressed in black suits. The man in the middle, was dressed in a white suit with a blue dress shirt underneath and was seemingly their 'boss' or 'leader' let out a cold, bitter laugh.
"Sorry 's not getting ma' gold back boy"
The middle man bent down just a tad bit so his hands were on his knees and so that he was now face to face with the man on the floor.
"I know b-but I th-thought I could get it back before they raided my house." he sighed deeply into his hands "I was gonna get it back, I swear!"
The man in white scoffed bitterly. "How were you gonna get it back huh? Before or after they shipped it to japan?"
The man on the floor looked up and stared at the middle man in disbelief. "W-what do you mean 'shipped to japan'?"
Without another word, one of the men behind the middle man handed him a shiny silver revolver. The middle man turned the revolver in his fingers a few times before stopping it and putting it right in the man on the floors' mouth. "you know exactly what I mean." The middle man slightly chuckled this time "y'know I was gonna treat myself to a nice car after I got my money, but now I have no money and no new car. So you know what you get to do?"
The man on the floor tilted his head in disconcerted confusion.
"You get to eat my bullet." and with that, there was a loud 'bang' sound. Involuntarily, you audibly gasped. You internally slapped yourself for making a sound, then immediately froze after you realized all three of the mens' heads had snapped towards your direction. You couldn't even try to move, you were paralyzed with fear.
One of the men in black spoke
"what the hell was that?"
"Go check ya' shmuck"
The man in black slowly inched towards you. You were trying to look for an escape before you realized you backed yourself into a corner. You muttered to yourself, ' I'm so fucked '.
A hand pulls you out of your hiding spot and out of your thoughts
"yo boss, I found this little lady spying on us"
as soon as the man in the white suit saw you, he froze, for half a second then regained his composure.
"well, well, well, looks what we have here"
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(đđ+) âĽď¸ .đĽ Ý makinâ love with otw!michael at hayvenhurst, but something disrupts his arousal and causes you to pause mid-sex
ââââ notes: f!reader â penetrative sex, interrupted â teasing from his brothers â mention of j*seph and domestic abuse â cuddles â soft michael as always!
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âmichael, we canât.â
the words tasted like ash as they left your bruised, flushed lips. you hated the sharp, suffocating reality of them, the way they pulled you out of the haze of his touch and back into the cold, hard world. you hated that you felt compelled to hold back, to draw a line in the sand when every fiber of your being wanted to erase it and become something incredibly more with him. but you had to. it was wrong, it was unfaithful, it was a slow-motion betrayal that stained everything you touched.
the guilt sat heavy in your stomach, a jagged, uncomfortable secret. how could you be here, letting michael worship you with such desperate, raw devotion, when you were already pledged to another man?
your relationship with your boyfriend had started out as the picture of perfection. he was the kind of partner who curated your happiness, taking you on quiet, candlelit dates and whispering promises that felt like they were written in stone. he pampered you, showered you in gifts, and his touch was a constant, familiar comfort that you had once craved. you had checked all the boxes, met the parents, navigated the holidays, and built a foundation of stability. he would talk about the future with a terrifying, earnest intensity, wondering aloud what your hand would look like once he adorned it with the biggest rock he could find, a physical manifestation of a devotion you were currently shattering in the dark, frantic heat of this bedroom.
but for the past couple of months, your relationship had started to falter. your boyfriend stopped planning dates, he stopped complimenting you, stopped pampering you. sometimes, you would be lucky if he even bothered to touch you. at first, you thought that he was just having a bad day, and that he needed space. but those bad days started stretching out to weeks, and the thought had crossed your mind that your boyfriend was simply drifting from you. not loving you the same as he did the first time you met, that his passion and fight for your relationship was fading into silence.
but it wasnât until he started coming home late, smelling of strong perfume and cheap alcohol, with fresh bruises decorated on his neck that you hadnât given him, with him getting whispered phone calls and randomly leaving in the middle of the night, that you had finally put the pieces together, wishing with every part of your heart that you hadnât.
you were getting cheated on.
you remembered breaking the news to michael, your best friend, who had been there since your childhood in indiana. you guys had a bond like no other, a tether that time and fame couldn't sever. when you had told him, with glossy eyes and shaky hands, all michael could do was hold you. he didn't just offer words; he pulled you into the safety of his arms, kissing your cheeks, your forehead, your hair, and pampering you with the kind of unconditional, overflowing love that your boyfriend had simply stopped being capable of giving. he became your sanctuary, the soft place you could land when everything else in your world was burning to the ground.
michael started filling the void your boyfriend had left behind, effortlessly and entirely. he began taking you out on meticulously planned dinners, calling you at all hours just to hear your voice, and asking you to simply look pretty while he took care of everything else. he would show up at your doorstep with fresh flowers, always finding a new way to compliment your hair, marveling at how your curls flawlessly flourished. you would often catch him absentmindedly twisting the spirals between his long, gentle fingers, a soft look of wonder in his eyes.
he touched you in ways your boyfriend never had. with a reverence that felt both grounding and electric. his hand was always resting on the side of your waist, or cradling your face while you talked to him. you always knew when he wasn't really listening, he would just stare down at you, his thumb tracing the curve of your cheekbone as if he were trying to memorize your features, before leaning in to kiss you until you turned to putty beneath his hands.
you knew you were too far gone, that it wasnât right. the chemistry, the undeniable pull between you and michael, had crossed the line into something strictly adulterous. it was a betrayal of the life you had built, a complication that threatened to unravel everything.
but in this moment, with michael having you pressed firmly against the wall of his bedroom, his eyes blown wide with a volatile mixture of pure love and raw lust, it was impossible to think about anything else. he was touching you in all the right ways, his hands roaming with a desperate urgency, kissing you so passionately that your lips were swollen and tender. as the heat between you spiked, the friction of your bodies against each other began to make the cloth adorning your hips and your womanhood damp, and the reality of your choice felt heavy and overwhelming. it was so hard to remember the rules when every nerve in your body was screaming for him.
it was so damn hard to hold back, when he was doing everything your man couldnât, when he was showing up, when he was present, when he was making you feel like the only person left on this earth.
âwhy canât we?â michael spoke, the words barely above a whisper, vibrating against your skin where your bodies were pressed together. he didn't pull away, instead, he leaned his forehead against yours, his breath hitching, his eyes searching yours with a raw, painful hope that broke your heart into smaller pieces.
you pressed your lips into a flat line, avoiding his gaze, unable to face the sheer devotion mirrored in his eyes. your shaky palms pressed against his chest, feeling the frantic, uneven thrum of his heart beating against your own. at the question, your eyes started to gloss over, and a thick, suffocating knot formed in your throat, making it impossible to answer.
the silence in the room became heavy, filled with the ghost of the life you were supposed to be living and the undeniable reality of the one you were choosing. every second you spent in his arms felt like a countdown, a beautiful, devastating slow-motion crash that you were both hurtling toward. you wanted to tell him it was because of the promises youâd made to someone else, but the words felt hollow. they didn't explain the way his touch felt like home, or the way the man downstairs felt like a stranger you were merely roommates with. you just shook your head, a stray tear escaping and trailing down your cheek, because telling him 'no' was the hardest thing youâd ever had to do, especially when every part of you was screaming 'yes.'
you wanted to. so why couldn't you?
the truth was so hard to swallow, a jagged pill you kept trying to force down. because you had a boyfriend waiting for you at home, a man you were technically promised to. because in the eyes of everyone else, you were already loved, already claimed, already spoken for.
michaelâs hand drifted up to cup your face, his thumb stroking your cheek with a tenderness that felt like an accusation. he tilted your head so your eyes were forced to align with his deep, soulful brown ones. his thumb rested beneath your jaw, his grip gentle but firm, and he looked at you with such intense sympathy, such profound pity that it made your chest tighten until it ached.
âdo you think heâs thinking about you?â
at the question, your eyes widened, and you pondered for a moment, the silence stretching between you like a physical barrier. you thought about the way your boyfriend had been treating you lately, as if you were nothing more than gum stuck to the sole of his shoe. you thought about the nights you spent sitting on the edge of the bed, feeling small and desperate, following him from room to room, begging for answers that he refused to give, asking for fragments of the man he used to be. you spent endless, hollow days wondering what you were missing, what had happened to you, and why you had suddenly become so unlovable in his eyes.
it was a devastating question, and because it came from michael, who saw every crack in your armor and loved you through every single one. it hit you with the force of a wrecking ball. you had been starving for affection, begging for his attention, while michael had been standing right there, holding the feast you were terrified to touch.
you bit your lower lip, eyes glassing over as you shook your head. the denial felt flimsy, a thin veil over the truth you were finally being forced to confront.
âbut iâm thinking about you.â michael spoke, his voice low and vibrating, his warm, sweet breath fanning over your face. he leaned in closer, his presence a magnetic force that made the rest of the world, and the man waiting for you at home, feel like nothing more than a fading dream.
âright here, right now. iâm with you. youâre not with him.â michael shook his head slowly, his expression one of pure, agonizing sincerity. he used his other hand to grab hold of yours, his fingers locking firmly around your wrist as he pulled your palm against his chest. he pressed your hand flat against the rhythmic thrum of his heart, forcing you to feel the reality of his devotion. your eyes drifted down to his chest, the fabric of his shirt thin beneath your skin, and you could feel the vibration of his heart, erratic and strong, pulsing directly into the warmth of your palm.
it was a living, breathing testament to how much he wanted you, a stark contrast to the hollow indifference youâd been living with for months. his heart was beating for you, begging you to recognize that here, in this room, you were the only thing that mattered to him. his gaze didn't leave yours, holding you captive in his intensity, daring you to deny the connection that was screaming between you.
âyouâre with me.â
you slowly nodded to michaelâs words, his voice echoing in your mind like a sacred mantra.
youâre with me.
and then, michael leaned in. his nose brushed softly against yours, his lips ghosting over your own, barely making contact. he gave you every opportunity to pull away, to say this wasnât what you wanted, that he wasnât who you wanted.
but in your heart, you knew the truth: michael was all you wanted, and everything more.
so your lips crashed against each other. the way michael kissed you, like he needed you just to breathe, made your knees buckle. your hands scrambled to wrap around his shoulders, fingers digging into his shirt, while his arms snaked around your waist, pulling you flush against him. the contrast was brutal. the way your boyfriend would kiss you, if he kissed you at all, consisted of small, dry pecks. there were no deep, lingering embraces, no passionate exploration. heâd always avoided it, claiming kissing wasn't âreally his thing,â or that he had to be in a specific mood to show that kind of affection. it was a side of him you could never unlock, a door he kept slammed shut no matter how hard you tried to earn it.
but michael? michael didn't just unlock it, he shattered the door down every single time.
god, he kissed you like his life depended on it, like if he didn't get enough of you right now, you would simply evaporate from his arms. he was relentless and tender all at once, his lips locked onto yours, his tongue grazing the seam of your mouth in a gentle, rhythmic request for entrance. when you tilted your head, granting him the access he craved, he took no time at all to deepen it, shoving his tongue into your mouth. your tongues began to dance, hot and fluid, two muscles meeting in a desperate, tangled rhythm that made your head spin and your entire body hum with electric need.
his large palms came to cup you under your thighs, and he lifted you up with an effortless strength that made your breath hitch. you yelped into the kiss, your fingers instinctively tangling into his hair as he carried you over to his bed, gently setting you down so your back was flat against the soft mattress.
he finally broke the kiss, standing up for a moment just to get a good view of you. your lips were flushed and swollen a deep, bruised pink, your chest heaving up and down as shaky, ragged puffs escaped your parted lips. your eyes were lowered and glossy, heavy with a hunger and desire that made his skin flush hot.
he bit his lower lip, leaning in close, his lips ghosting over yours without quite making contact, the anticipation agonizing.
âhe never touched you like this, huh?â
you shook your head, the admission barely a whisper, and michaelâs eyebrows tightened, a shadow of possessive hurt crossing his face.
âpoor baby,â he cooed, his voice dropping to a low, melodic rumble. he brought his hand up, his fingers hooking into the hem of your shirt to gently lift it. the cool, smooth skin of his palm met the heat of your waist, and you let out a shaky, desperate exhale. the sudden contact sent a jolt of electricity straight to your core, you felt your nipples hardening instantly against the lace of your bra, and the friction of your own movement against the fabric of your panties was becoming damp with the heat of your pure, unadulterated need.
âhe donât kiss you the way i do,â he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly vibration that settled deep in your chest. his hand moved up your ribcage, his long fingertips tracing the delicate edge of the lace bra wrapped around your upper back. with a slow, deliberate grace, he pushed the fabric up, his palm finally coming into direct contact with the soft weight of your breast. you gasped, your head falling back against the mattress as he began to gently, rhythmically knead your skin.
âdonât touch you the way i do,â he continued, his tone thick with a possessive heat. his hand drifted down, lower and lower, and your breath hitched in your throat. you watched through heavy, half-lidded eyes as his fingers slowly disappeared beneath the elastic waistband of your underwear. you practically melted into the mattress at the sensation, he traced your bud through the thin layer of cotton in slow, tight, agonizing circles. you forced yourself to stay still, digging your heels into the bed, trying to hold your hips back from instinctively grinding into his touch.
âdonât make you soaked like how I do. huh, baby?â
you shook your head, your mind turned to absolute mush, every nerve ending firing so brightly that your lips couldn't form a coherent thought, let alone a sentence.
michael smiled, a look of dark, triumphant satisfaction crossing his face.
âuse your words, mama.â
ân..no. no michael,â you breathed, your voice trembling and thin, the words barely escaping your lips.
michael licked his lips, biting down on his bottom lip as he stared at you, his eyes burning with intent. he suddenly withdrew his hand, moving it away from your waistband. before you could even register the loss of his touch, he reached over the side of the bed, his fingers wrapping around the receiver of the telephone sitting on the nightstand. your eyebrows creased in confusion, your heart hammering a frantic rhythm against your ribs as your eyes widened, darting from the telephone to him.
âmichael, whâwhat are youââ
michael held the phone to his ear, a thin, satisfied smile touching his lips as he heard the familiar, irritated voice crackle through the line.
before you could protest, he leaned over and pressed the receiver against your ear. your heart plummeted, turning to lead in your chest as the world tilted on its axis.
âhello?â
the voice was unmistakable, your boyfriend. your eyes snapped wide, locking onto michaelâs, your chest rising and falling in shallow, jagged bursts.
âtell him you wanna to break up,â michael whispered, his voice dangerously smooth, a stark contrast to the urgency in your boyfriendâs voice on the line. âtell him everything you told me, baby.â
your breath shuddered out of you. michael moved, sliding off the edge of the mattress to kneel between your legs. you watched his dark curls bounce with the movement, his eyes tracking you with a hunger so intense, so lascivious, that you instinctively pressed your knees together, desperate for any friction to soothe the ache spreading between your thighs.
âhello?âanyone there?â
the voice on the phone sounded impatient, distant, and unimportant. michael ignored it, clicking his tongue in a dismissive, playful rhythm. he reached up, his large, warm palms finding the back of your knees to firmly spread your legs apart. He didn't rush, he held you there, open and vulnerable, and began to place soft, teasing, butterfly-light kisses along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh.
his eyes never left yours, holding you captive. It was an agonizing, exquisite test of your resolve. trying to focus on the sound of your boyfriendâs voice while michael looked so divine, so perfectly, dangerously beautiful, was shattering your mind. the way his curls framed his face, his sharp, elegant jaw tilted toward you, it was hard to think of anything, anyone else but him.
he moved higher, his lips trailing hot, sultry kisses closer to the core of you, toward the exact place where you were already aching, where you were weeping for his touch. he was waiting, the phone acting as a bridge between the life you were terrified to leave and the man who was currently claiming you with every breath he took.
you imagined his chin being covered in your release, the vision turning your blood to liquid fire. you inhaled shakily, the air catching in your throat as your heart hammered against your ribs like a trapped bird.
âhey, um. itâsâitâs me,â you spoke, your voice trembling, barely recognizable even to your own ears.
âoh, you okay? why do you sound like that?â your boyfriendâs voice came through, thick with a mix of indifference and suspicion.
âum.. iââ
you didn't get to finish. your eyes were locked on michaelâs, and you watched, paralyzed, as he gently hooked his thumbs into the waistband of your shorts. with a slow, deliberate tug, he pulled them down over your hips and legs, letting them pool around your ankles. now, your lace-trimmed underwear was in full, agonizing view. his eyes sparked with a dark, electric hunger as he stared between your legs, drinking in the sight of the dark, damp patch blooming across the cotton, slick, sticky, and completely undone.
you saw his own trousers tighten, the fabric straining as his body reacted to the visual of your arousal.
your breath left your lungs in a jagged rush, but you managed to swallow, forcing the words out into the receiver. âI want to break up.â
michael nodded, a slow smile spreading across his face. he hooked a single finger into the side of your underwear, slowly pulling them down your trembling legs until he discarded them onto the bedroom floor. you were fully exposed to him now, your legs tensing and shivering at the sudden, sharp chill that ran against your overheated skin.
michael didn't move to touch you yet, he just stared, his hands tracing long, soothing lines up and down your outer thighs, his eyes wide and reverent. he looked at your body as if someone had just revealed long-lost gold in a treasure chest, or as if he were carefully removing the heavy velvet cloth from a priceless, glistening, crystallized chandelier. the silence in the room was deafening, save for the faint, tinny sound of your boyfriendâs voice now shouting through the phone, demanding to know what you meant, but he was a ghost, and michael was the only reality left in your world.
it made him furious to even imagine it, that your boyfriend had never thought to touch you properly, never thought to taste you, never realized he was holding a masterpiece he didnât deserve.
âwhat? what are you talking about? for what?â your boyfriendâs voice crackled through the phone, sounding thin and irritatingly demanding.
you tried to regulate your erratic breathing, but it was a losing battle. michael peppered frantic, wet kisses along your inner thigh, his hands gripping your calves to hoist your legs up until they rested firmly across his broad shoulders. the sensation of his weight was intoxicating. you bit your bottom lip, throwing your head back against the pillows as michael finally dipped his head.
he stuck his tongue out, dragging it in a long, deliberate stripe from the very bottom of you all the way up to your sensitive bud. michael groaned into you, his shoulders hitching as he savored the taste. he was lost in your sweetness, genuinely moaning against your skin, it was divine. he could admit, even in his own mind, that you were better than any meal heâd ever tasted, more refreshing and addicting than even the coldest, sweetest glass of orange juice on a scorching day. you were in a different league entirely, a feast he had no intention of ever finishing.
âgo âhead, baby,â michael murmured against your skin, his voice muffled and thick.
you let out a soft, broken whimper as michael began to move his tongue in slow, steady, maddening circles. you bit your lip so hard you tasted copper, trying to stifle the sounds of your own pleasure because your boyfriend was still talking, still existing in the periphery.
âhello? what the hell are you doing? where are youââ
âi just⌠i canât do this anymore,â you stuttered, your voice trembling. you watched as michaelâs eyes fluttered, then opened, dark, dilated, and focused entirely on you. he gave a slight, rhythmic shake of his head between your legs, which only forced his tongue to wedge deeper into you.
then, his lips closed around you, pulling and sucking on your sweet flesh with a hunger that made your vision go white. the words you had been trying to form melted away, dissolving into pure, unadulterated sensation. you felt like you were beginning to levitate, your toes curling tightly into the sheets. the world outside of this bedroom, the man on the other end of the line, the history, the lies, simply ceased to exist. the telephone slipped from your limp grasp, hitting the mattress with a dull thud. you threw your head back, finally letting go, no longer holding back the raw, sultry, and completely lewd sounds that tore from your throat as you surrendered to him.
âfuck, michael.â
and god, did michael eat it good.
the sheer, crushing contrast of it was almost too much to bear. your boyfriend never would have offered to touch you like this, to lose himself in the act of giving, to worship you with his mouth until you were undone. he would have never knelt between your legs, braced your knees against his broad shoulders, or told you to simply relax and let him take care of the rest. but michael was a gentleman like that, a man who saw your body as a temple and was willing to shower you in every ounce of pleasure he could conjure.
âmm,â he hummed against you, the vibration sending shivers rippling across your stomach. ârelax, baby.â he pressed a lingering, worshipful kiss to your sensitive bud, pulling back just enough to smile, his lips and chin glistening with the evidence of your desire.
âwouldnât want him to hear, hm?â
the sounds were impossible to stifle, the wet, rhythmic sliding of his lips, the hungry, sinful suction that filled the room. you were almost certain that your boyfriend on the other end of the line could hear every single, agonizingly explicit second of it, but your mind was a beautiful, chaotic storm of pure pleasure. you were too far gone to care. michaelâs beautiful face was right there, anchored between your legs, his tongue working with a precision that felt like it was unraveling your very soul. you couldnât let this moment slip away to the pathetic, cold ghost of a man who had acted like your touch was a burden.
your moans grew louder, unbidden and raw, as you began to beg his name, your fingers diving into his thick, beautiful curls to pull him closer. your abdomen felt like a coiled spring, growing tighter and hotter with every relentless stroke of his tongue. he didnât stop; he didnât falter. he worshiped you until you knew his jaw must have been aching, his hands roaming over your plush thighs to soothe the tremors in your muscles, guiding you up and up toward the blinding peak of your orgasm.
michael was completely, utterly immersed in you, wanting to give you everything he possessed. every flick of his tongue was a declaration, a physical manifestation of his love and an appreciation for your body that was as deep as it was unashamed. he was showing you, in the most primal and intimate language possible, exactly how much you were wanted, far better, and with infinitely more passion, than your boyfriend ever had, or ever could.
creds go to this beautiful writer: @bvtterfliess