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trying to adapt eat you up pt.2 (choi jiho fic) and we are NOT mischaracterizing my goat anymore! (well not entirely just a little. just walk with me…)
warnings: 18+ minors dni, cunnilingus, pussy drunk, yearning, coochie warming(lmao), sub!michael, whining, begging, hints of oral fixation, your own personal rose, thriller era!michael, somnophilia, overstimulation if you squint, absolutely no plot.
pairing: michael jackson x fem!reader
wc: 1k+
how could you resist him when he says things like this, while looking up at you like that?
“lay back in my tenderness, lemme taste you girl.”
“ i want to touch you all over, all over baby please I’ll be good for you”
“ i just wanna make you feel good, I’ll be good f’ you”
“lemme just feel it girl, need you on my tongue”
“It’s so cold in here baby, lemme keep her warm for you”
It starts the way it always does with him on his knees.
He's already hard before he even touches you, his cock straining against his jeans as he presses his face into the inside of your thigh. He breathes you in, deep and slow, like a man taking his first lungful of air. His doe eyes are half lidded, dark and glassy, his lips parted. He's not begging yet. Not out loud. But the way his fingers tremble against your skin says everything.
"Please," he finally breathes, voice hoarse. "Please, baby. Let me taste you. Just a little. Just—" He kisses the crease where your thigh meets your hip, tongue darting out to taste salt and warmth. "I need it. I need it."
You barely nod before he's burying his face between your legs.
Michael doesn't start slow. There's no teasing, no gentle buildup. He goes straight for your clit with the flat of his tongue, laving it in long, broad strokes that make your hips jerk. His hands grip your thighs, spreading you wider, holding you open for him like you're a meal he's been starved for. And he has been. Every hour away from you is an hour of withdrawal, of craving, of counting down until he can have this again.
He moans against you, the vibration sending a jolt straight to your core. His tongue flicks faster, circles, presses flat, then flicks again. He's sloppy. Desperate. There's no technique to it just pure, unadulterated hunger. Saliva and your wetness mix together, dripping down his chin, and he doesn't wipe it away. He wears it like a badge of honor.
"Fuck," he mutters against your cunt, the word muffled by your flesh. "Fuck, you taste so fucking good. Sweet. So sweet. I could—" He stops talking because his mouth is too busy, too full of you.
He loses track of time down there. Minutes blur into hours. His jaw aches, his tongue cramps, but he doesn't stop. Can't stop. Every time you try to shift away, oversensitive and trembling, he tightens his grip on your hips and pulls you back. His nose presses into your pubic bone, his lips sealed around your clit, sucking gently at first, then harder, then letting go only to dive back in.
When you're in bed, he crawls under the covers without a word. You feel his hot breath against your inner thigh before his mouth finds you, half-asleep and warm. He nuzzles into your cunt like a man seeking comfort, lapping lazily at your folds until you're wet and sighing in your sleep. He falls asleep that way sometimes his cheek pressed against your thigh, lips brushing your clit, breathing you in. He wakes up hard, aching, and immediately starts all over again, licking you awake.
During the day, it's worse.
He'll pull you into the studio under the pretense of needing your opinion on a new track. The door clicks shut, the blinds close, and suddenly he's on his knees again. He shoves a pillow under him not for his comfort, but to get the angle right. His chin tilts up, his tongue out, waiting. Begging with his eyes.
"Just a taste," he whispers. "I'm stuck. I can't write. I can't think. I need—" He presses his forehead to your thigh, breathing hard. "I need your pussy, baby. She's my muse. She's the only thing that makes the words come."
And you let him. Because it's true. The moment his mouth finds you, the tension in his shoulders melts. His hands roam your ass, squeeze, spread, pull you closer. His tongue works you until you're gasping, your fingers tangled in his hair, your hips grinding against his face. He moans with every flick, every suck, every time your cunt clenches around nothing because his tongue is right there, pressing into your entrance, tasting your cream.
He comes in his pants without realizing it.
The first time it happens, he's so focused on your pleasure that he doesn't notice his own cock throbbing, pulsing, spilling into his jeans. The wet patch spreads warm against his thigh, and he only becomes aware of it when you're done, panting and limp, and he pulls back with a glistening chin. He looks down at himself, blinks, and then grins, sheepish, embarrassed, but also proud.
"Sorry," he mutters, but he's not sorry at all.
It becomes a pattern. Two pairs of jeans a week. Sometimes three. He starts buying cheap brands because he knows they'll be ruined. The laundry basket fills with stiff, stained denim, and he never complains. He just shuffles to the drawer, pulls out another pair, and gets back on his knees.
You have to push him away.
It's the only way it stops. When your clit is raw and swollen and every flick of his tongue makes you flinch, you press your palm against his forehead and shove. He resists at first, whining against your skin, trying to chase your taste as you pull back. "No," you say, breathless. "Michael. Stop."
And he does. But only because you said so. Only because your voice has that edge of finality that he can't ignore.
He sits back on his heels, chin wet, lips red and puffy, eyes glazed. His breathing is ragged, and there's a smear of your arousal across his cheek. He licks his lips slowly, savoring the last traces.
"Sorry," he says again, but his voice is thick. He's not sorry. He's already thinking about the next time, counting the hours until he can taste you again.
He crawls up the bed and curls against you, pressing his face into your neck. His hand is still wet, still slick with your juices, and he brings his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean one by one. His eyes close. He's content. Sated. But only for now.
Because tomorrow morning, before the sun rises, he'll be between your thighs again. His tongue will find your clit before you're fully awake. His mouth will seal over you, and he'll hum in satisfaction, drinking you down like a man dying of thirst.
And he'll whisper, half to himself, half to you: "Not my fault you taste so sweet."
He says it like a prayer. Like a confession. Like the truest thing he's ever known.
(a/n: andddddd yet another old note turned into a mini fic posted, been thinking about how michael has the most insane case of ‘coochie pls🥺’ eyes I’ve ever seen for a long while)
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shiii you tell me😂😂😂honestly tho idk but i was making up silly scenarios in my head the other day and was like “the only way i’d be able to write this fic is if i got tired of everyone asking me to write a pt2 so i crashed out and was like ‘THEN YOU GUYS WRITE IT!🗣️’ but y’all were lowkey on some bullshit (purposefully) and mischaracterized my mischaracterized jiho and reader and i was like ‘nonono this is all wrong!’ so i ended up rewriting it in the end…yeah😂but jinjja idkkk i want it to be soon i really do cause it’s pushing 2 years and i’m not doing anything😞i just need to brainstorm i think.
warnings: NONE i am a retired pervert and i will only be posting fluff from now on plz support me (joke…)
“beat you again, ahhh!” you said obnoxiously as you faced kamden. his hands slipped from the arcade game guns and he looked at you, laughing.
“whatever, you keep cheating!” he responded, giggling. his eyes creased as he spoke, always enjoying the time you two shared.
“kamden, how did i cheat? you just suck bruh.” he stepped down from the silver platform and you followed him, on the prowl for the next game to play.
“i don’t know actually. but you did!” his voice was laced with happiness and you reciprocated with each response.
“okay let’s try out the claw machines then. it won’t be a competition and i can’t cheat.” kamden nodded cooly with his hands in his pockets, freeing one of them to grab yours.
“okayyy, i’ll win you whatever you want then.” even he didn’t believe that, the goofy laugh he let out letting you know immediately. you rolled your eyes but humored him.
“okay get me the giant luigi plushie then. you know everytime we come here, i spend too much time yearning for him.” kamden’s faced now had a look of surprise, and he shook his head.
“oh no no no. that thing has been in there for like forever…i’m sure it’s designed so no one can ever get it.”
“oh my gosh. you just said you’d win me whatever, baby.” kamden stopped in front of a simpler claw machine, instead of the one that held your precious luigi. he swiped the game card, getting ready to bring a generic stuffed animal home.
“okay fine, let me warm up though. i got this.” his eyebrow was comically upturned, and his voice was firm like a superhero’s assuring safety. you only giggled and nodded at your boyfriend’s actions. you watched him as he maneuvered the joystick and got the claw over a pink, frog. he sidestepped a few times, trying to make sure he got a good angle before pressing the red “DROP” button.
your eyes followed as the claw fell, pinching the leg of the frog. kamden looked over at you, eyes wide. the claw began to retract, lifting itself and the frog. you began to smile, getting excited about kamden actually succeeding the first try. the machine continued to get higher before releasing the frog completely.
“rigged!” kamden threw his hands up in the air and exclaimed. “like it was right there, how did it fall?” he looked at you, as if you held the answers.
“you know how these things are, babe. you did good though, i thought you actually had it.” you said, grabbing his arm and placing a kiss onto his cheek. a small giggle fell from his mouth and he smiled. you smiled back at him before guiding him this time.
“but…it’s okay. you can redeem yourself and get me luigi.” you stopped in front of the larger machine. your arms outstretched, presenting it to him like it was a gift. kamden gave himself a moment of silence to think. i mean i’m gonna get hella kisses and praise if i actually get this…he nodded his head, clapping to hyping himself up.
“ok let’s go! i got this!” there was a permanent smile on kamden’s face when you were in his presence. he was naturally a happy, smiley person, but his mood seemed to somehow increase with you around.
“you got this! i love you.” you said, going to place a kiss onto his jawline. another giggle erupted from kamden, and he brought his arm to his face to cover his pink face.
“okok forreal.” he let out a deep breath of air before swiping the game card. he blew air into his hands as if they were cold, and brought them to your face to do the same. you looked at him confused, but complied. “for luck.” he said before returning his focus to the machine.
kamden had his eyes squinted the entire time he moved the joystick—as if he was sending some sort of message to the claw. you shuffled closer to kamden, placing you arms around his waist and chin onto his back. you felt his body lose some tension and you smiled knowing you can bring him that much peace. and it was kinda funny he was so stressed about this. kamden fumbled with the joystick a few more seconds before finalizing his decision.
“okay, y/n. promise you won’t break up with me when luigi has to stay locked up another day.” a laugh left your mouth at his choice of words. you unwrapped your arms from around him and crossed them in front of your chest, shaking your head.
“no, i’m definitely leaving you if you don’t get this.” kamden looked at you with a smirk, knowing the two of you were going home together—regardless of whether luigi would be joining.
“alright, then i definitely have to get it.” kamden reached over the red button once more. “i’m not looking though.” he let his hand fall and quickly turned around, not wanting to watch another fail. your eyes stayed locked onto the machine though. heart racing a mile a minute. it opened and dropped, the claw centered perfectly around luigi’s green cap. when it closed you could see the way it imprinted into the body of the plushie. your eyes widened as the machine lifted the giant plushie and dropped it into the box for you to grab.
you slowly turned to kamden, mouth and eyes still opened wide as ever. his eyes on the other hand, were shut and his hands were clasped tightly as if he was praying.
“no fucking way…” you drawled out. an incredulous smile was on your face as you bent down to grab the big ass luigi. you laughed as you pulled it out of the square slot, quickly hugging it to your body. you stood up to find kamden still standing there with his eyes closed—which made you laugh even harder. you hit him with a leg of the stuffed character and he lost his balance for a second.
when kamden turned back to you, the look on his face was indescribable.
“no fucking way.” he said and stepped closer to you, reaching his hands out to touch the prize as if it was fake.
“that’s literally what i said! like what!” your words were accompanied with bounces, exhibiting your happiness. you squealed with joy, before closing the gap between you and your boyfriend. you placed a kiss onto his lips, and followed with several others all over his face. it was definitely one of kamden’s favorite things you did, and he just stood there relishing the moment. giggles leaving his mouth for the nth time.
“kamden, you’re so amazing oh my gosh i love you so much please what the fuck i love you i love you.” the rambling left you mouth and kamden basked in your words, feeling shy.
“i love you too.” he managed to say, as you kept praising him. he went to grab the plushie from you, but you stopepd him.
“no, let’s carry him together. this is our son.” you said through laughs. kamden returned the laughs and nodded. the both of you grabbed either side of luigi, walking with him to the entrance of the arcade.
your heart was full—finally getting to bring your son home after all this time. kamden’s heart was just as full as yours, feeling a sense of pride that he was the one to help put such a smile on your face.
okay ehm i wrote this on dec 9th (hence the christmas lights ohhh😭) and was supposed to post it on christmas i think but i forgot😅i’m not actually retired but having baddd writer’s block so idk what to do. also i posted this last night but i forgot to put tags so it flopped when i woke up so to the 2 ppl that liked this no u didnt😂😂😂
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warnings: NONE i am a retired pervert and i will only be posting fluff from now on plz support me (joke…)
“beat you again, ahhh!” you said obnoxiously as you faced kamden. his hands slipped from the arcade game guns and he looked at you, laughing.
“whatever, you keep cheating!” he responded, giggling. his eyes creased as he spoke, always enjoying the time you two shared.
“kamden, how did i cheat? you just suck bruh.” he stepped down from the silver platform and you followed him, on the prowl for the next game to play.
“i don’t know actually. but you did!” his voice was laced with happiness and you reciprocated with each response.
“okay let’s try out the claw machines then. it won’t be a competition and i can’t cheat.” kamden nodded cooly with his hands in his pockets, freeing one of them to grab yours.
“okayyy, i’ll win you whatever you want then.” even he didn’t believe that, the goofy laugh he let out letting you know immediately. you rolled your eyes but humored him.
“okay get me the giant luigi plushie then. you know everytime we come here, i spend too much time yearning for him.” kamden’s faced now had a look of surprise, and he shook his head.
“oh no no no. that thing has been in there for like forever…i’m sure it’s designed so no one can ever get it.”
“oh my gosh. you just said you’d win me whatever, baby.” kamden stopped in front of a simpler claw machine, instead of the one that held your precious luigi. he swiped the game card, getting ready to bring a generic stuffed animal home.
“okay fine, let me warm up though. i got this.” his eyebrow was comically upturned, and his voice was firm like a superhero’s assuring safety. you only giggled and nodded at your boyfriend’s actions. you watched him as he maneuvered the joystick and got the claw over a pink, frog. he sidestepped a few times, trying to make sure he got a good angle before pressing the red “DROP” button.
your eyes followed as the claw fell, pinching the leg of the frog. kamden looked over at you, eyes wide. the claw began to retract, lifting itself and the frog. you began to smile, getting excited about kamden actually succeeding the first try. the machine continued to get higher before releasing the frog completely.
“rigged!” kamden threw his hands up in the air and exclaimed. “like it was right there, how did it fall?” he looked at you, as if you held the answers.
“you know how these things are, babe. you did good though, i thought you actually had it.” you said, grabbing his arm and placing a kiss onto his cheek. a small giggle fell from his mouth and he smiled. you smiled back at him before guiding him this time.
“but…it’s okay. you can redeem yourself and get me luigi.” you stopped in front of the larger machine. your arms outstretched, presenting it to him like it was a gift. kamden gave himself a moment of silence to think. i mean i’m gonna get hella kisses and praise if i actually get this…he nodded his head, clapping to hyping himself up.
“ok let’s go! i got this!” there was a permanent smile on kamden’s face when you were in his presence. he was naturally a happy, smiley person, but his mood seemed to somehow increase with you around.
“you got this! i love you.” you said, going to place a kiss onto his jawline. another giggle erupted from kamden, and he brought his arm to his face to cover his pink face.
“okok forreal.” he let out a deep breath of air before swiping the game card. he blew air into his hands as if they were cold, and brought them to your face to do the same. you looked at him confused, but complied. “for luck.” he said before returning his focus to the machine.
kamden had his eyes squinted the entire time he moved the joystick—as if he was sending some sort of message to the claw. you shuffled closer to kamden, placing you arms around his waist and chin onto his back. you felt his body lose some tension and you smiled knowing you can bring him that much peace. and it was kinda funny he was so stressed about this. kamden fumbled with the joystick a few more seconds before finalizing his decision.
“okay, y/n. promise you won’t break up with me when luigi has to stay locked up another day.” a laugh left your mouth at his choice of words. you unwrapped your arms from around him and crossed them in front of your chest, shaking your head.
“no, i’m definitely leaving you if you don’t get this.” kamden looked at you with a smirk, knowing the two of you were going home together—regardless of whether luigi would be joining.
“alright, then i definitely have to get it.” kamden reached over the red button once more. “i’m not looking though.” he let his hand fall and quickly turned around, not wanting to watch another fail. your eyes stayed locked onto the machine though. heart racing a mile a minute. it opened and dropped, the claw centered perfectly around luigi’s green cap. when it closed you could see the way it imprinted into the body of the plushie. your eyes widened as the machine lifted the giant plushie and dropped it into the box for you to grab.
you slowly turned to kamden, mouth and eyes still opened wide as ever. his eyes on the other hand, were shut and his hands were clasped tightly as if he was praying.
“no fucking way…” you drawled out. an incredulous smile was on your face as you bent down to grab the big ass luigi. you laughed as you pulled it out of the square slot, quickly hugging it to your body. you stood up to find kamden still standing there with his eyes closed—which made you laugh even harder. you hit him with a leg of the stuffed character and he lost his balance for a second.
when kamden turned back to you, the look on his face was indescribable.
“no fucking way.” he said and stepped closer to you, reaching his hands out to touch the prize as if it was fake.
“that’s literally what i said! like what!” your words were accompanied with bounces, exhibiting your happiness. you squealed with joy, before closing the gap between you and your boyfriend. you placed a kiss onto his lips, and followed with several others all over his face. it was definitely one of kamden’s favorite things you did, and he just stood there relishing the moment. giggles leaving his mouth for the nth time.
“kamden, you’re so amazing oh my gosh i love you so much please what the fuck i love you i love you.” the rambling left you mouth and kamden basked in your words, feeling shy.
“i love you too.” he managed to say, as you kept praising him. he went to grab the plushie from you, but you stopepd him.
“no, let’s carry him together. this is our son.” you said through laughs. kamden returned the laughs and nodded. the both of you grabbed either side of luigi, walking with him to the entrance of the arcade.
your heart was full—finally getting to bring your son home after all this time. kamden’s heart was just as full as yours, feeling a sense of pride that he was the one to help put such a smile on your face.
okay ehm i wrote this on dec 9th (hence the christmas lights ohhh😭) and was supposed to post it on christmas i think but i forgot😅i’m not actually retired but having baddd writer’s block so idk what to do. also i posted this last night but i forgot to put tags so it flopped when i woke up so to the 2 ppl that liked this no u didnt😂😂😂
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okay so yk the breeding kink part of that kyo fic? well it got me thinking...
intak breeding kink but it starts sub!idol x dom!reader BUT you both get so overstimulated it turns into sub x sub, ykwim? like im just imagining him wanting to breed you so bad just like you told him to that he comes inside like 4 or 5 times in a row and just can't stop rutting into you even when he's soft and sobbing bc just one more so he can make sure it takes. like he's probably just shooting blanks atp but he just can't pull out
i promise im so so normal abt him !! (im not i need him bad)
omg anon u match my freak so beautifully🫰🏾i’ve never mentioned it on this blog but i lovveeee sub x sub LIKE WHAT. but no fr i need to see intak down bad like that, honestly can’t imagine him any other way. he’s just pathetic in my eyes but that’s why i need him so bad💔i can see it so clearly too…his eyes glossy, pouting, him overstimulating the both of you, and just imagine the noises he’d make too UGJGC IM ABOUT TO EXPLODE
this makes me want to finish the intak fic that has been rotting away in my drafts for almost 2 years now😭