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I can totally imagine him chanting thankyous while ramming into u w tears in his eyes (NEED MORE SUB MICHAEL)
no because imagine being on top, bouncing rhythmically for his pleasure & he’s just looking up at you all teary & fucked out chanting thank you’s under his breath — unable to comprehend how your pussy feels that good.
you’d be stroking the tears from his cheeks as you continue riding him, moaning yourself from the sheer size of him.
“thank you, thank you,” he’d whimper desperately, his hands groping your ass.
“you really needed my pussy huh?” you’d coo at him.
& he’d just be nodding furiously with his mouth agape n’ his eyes squeezed shut unable to respond.
mdni,, content warning: smut, brief ab riding, fingering, massaging, not proof-read, border credits <3 : @pixopix
massuse!janet helps you achieve your happy ending <3
massuse!janet who smirks every time you walk into her shop. you show up wearing a baseball cap and glasses as if trying to arrive in disguise. she can spot you from a mile away, your shy demeanor giving you away every time when you walk towards her shop the same way a sinner walks into confession. you mumble a shy greeting trying to ignore the slickness costing your panties as she grabs your hand to guide you to the back
massuse!janet who dimmed the lights while you undress, letting the candles spaced out throughout the room be the main light source. being sure to compliment your body as your laid out against table, if nothing else to see the way you become undone for her before even being touched
massuse!janet turning on love deluxe for background noise as she starts to slide her oiled up hands up & down your body. searching for knots she can press into to her your pretty little moans.
massuse!janet who notices you start to squirm as she kneads the oil into your glazed body. feigning innocence when she asks you if everything was alright, making you say out loud what you want from her
she watches as you turn over, carelessly pushing the blanket off the table as you spread yourself out for her. full breasts on display with pebbled nipples. her gaze drops to your legs, smiling softly as you parted them for her. your inner thighs completely covered in slick
massuse!janet who eagerly tackles this new knot of yours. rubbing a finger through your center, admiring the shine from the slickness now coating it. looking you in the eyes as she sucks the slick off of it
massuse!janet dousing her hand in oil again before returning her attention to you. running her slick hand all over you until every nerve and fold is coated in the mix of your slick & the massage oil
massuse!janet who bits her lip as she takes in your opening pulsing practically begging for more. she rubbed her palm against you carelessly, smirking as you whine for more
massuse!janet who finally decides to stop teasing you. slipping two fingers inside you, pumping them slowly as she feels you contract around her fingers. she goes faster when you finally start to let out those pretty noises for her
massuse!janet who takes her fingers out right before you were about to cum. you don't get much time to complain before she's pulling off her scantily clad tank top before she's moving you into her lap as she lays down on the massage table. ordering you to use her and if you want to cum so bad
massuse!janet who grips your hips as you ride her, making sure you went slow enough to feel each individual ab press against your aching clit before you finally came
massuse!janet who cleans you the mess you made up, claiming she can't find your panties as she helps you get redressed. you notice them sticking out of her back pocket as she walks you to the door
you can't help but think to yourself what an expensive habit these massage appointments are going to turn into if you end up losing your panties every time you come here
fin
a/n: i saw someone talk about riding her abs & felt inspired. there's like nothing on here for her so i decided to post this quick blurb. idk how it escalated to massuse but y'know
synopsis: despite being jermaine’s girlfriend, michael’s always had a huge crush on you. the infatuation only growing when you show up at his house in a skimpy bikini — giving him the most agonisingly hard cock he’s ever had. so, of course as the best big sister-in-law ever, you have to help him out!
warning; sexual themes, smut, 18+, sub!mike, cheating, age gap (not that much), soft dom!reader
Michael was sweating.
Maybe it was because of the blistering Californian sun.
Or maybe it was because of you.
Regardless, the way the sweat poured off his skin, trickling down the back of his neck, had him shivering despite the scorching sun that beat down on him.
You were tormentingly forbidden — something to, guiltily, stare at but never touch. Never have. Something that would bug Michael every chance he’d catch your eyes across the room, or when he’d let his gaze linger too long on your perfect frame, or when you brushed past him with that sickly sweet smile you always wore with a soft ‘’Scuse me, honey’. Something he’d be kept up at night pondering on.
Forbidden as you belonged to someone else.
That someone else being his brother.
Which made his private infatuation with you a million times worse — the shame lingering deep in his chest whenever he feels his heart jump whenever you grin at him.
But the guilt that often crept up his spine in an obvious crawl was eerily absent today — instead a familiar yet unaccustomed feeling loitered deep inside him. Michael couldn’t quite put his finger on it — he was certain he’d felt like this before when he looked at you, but it was clear he’d never acted on the feeling before.
It was something about the way that you laid oh so deliciously on the sun-lounger — legs crossed at the ankle, displaying your pedicured, white toenails glistening in the sun, skin a sun-kissed glow from the sunscreen you’d lathered on yourself, hair in a messy ponytail, eyes shielded in Armani sunglasses and a Pina Colada in hand. You were tanning — and it had Michael spiralling.
But, the best part? Your striking, baby-pink, string bikini.
The one that he knows his sister bought you for your birthday a mere few weeks ago, now deciding to bring it out for its first wear. Michael cursed the day you accepted that gift as he was now fighting the urge to let his cock twitch desperately in his swimming shorts at the sight of your exposed body — gawking at the way the condensation from the Pina Colada glass dripped down your manicured fingers, before dropping and sliding down the curve of your breast.
He shuffled uncomfortably on the sun-lounger next to you — trying his best to shift his shorts to display his achingly hard cock in a less obvious way. His eyes though, locked onto your glistening frame, your relaxed stance had him admiring the way you got comfortable — your fingers curled calmly by your sides, sometimes reaching up to twirl the string of your bikini bottoms between your manicured digits, or the way you sighed out loud every now and again, tongue darting out to wet your dry lips. Michael gawked at each movement — wondering whether you sighed that gracefully when you were tired, or whether it was a noise of content? Or was that the kind of noise you’d make as his fingers would slide over your skin, or whether it reached a higher octave when he’d slide his fingers insid—
“Michael, sweetie?”
Your sweet voice made him jump — his startled eyes now connecting with your sun-glasses clad ones, a playful smile on your face, “Would you be an angel and put some sunscreen on my back, honey?”
Michael took a stunned few seconds before he answered, lips parted in shock ever so slightly, “I—uh, sure. D-Do you not want me to grab Jermaine?”
He hated the way his chest tightened in envy at the mention of your boyfriend.
You sat up slowly, eyes never leaving his slim frame — his curls slightly frizzing up in the heat, smile deepening at the adorably innocent expression plastered on his face, “He ain’t out here, is he?”
Michael swallowed thickly, his eyes flicking to his brother, Jermaine, in the large pool that covered the backyard of Hayvenhurst, watching as he swam after his other brother, Marlon, before averting his gaze back to you, “‘Suppose not.”
“Then come over, baby, don’t want me to start burnin’, do ya?”
Michael sat up too, shuffling in a way that avoided his still hard cock to be concealed by his shorts, not leaving anytime soon after the casual nickname fell past your plump lips, before perching on the edge of his lounger.
“Atta boy.”
Michael sighed shakily, picking up the sunscreen lotion that laid beside your chair, flicking the cap open gently before squeezing a generous amount onto his clammy palms. You had already situated your bare back to face him, humming quietly to a song Michael recognised as one of his own, awaiting his touch.
You had no idea what you did to him — that’s what killed him most. You, humming away subconsciously to one of his songs, waiting patiently, half-naked, for him to rub lotion into your skin. Jesus.
Michael reached forward, a gentle, yet shaken, hand colliding softly with the leanness of your shoulders — his large hands beginning to lather the protective lotion into your skin. He tentatively avoided your bikini, to avoid staining the material in the grease of the lotion, but also knowing if he had to touch the very clothing that had him so antsy with desperation that it would definitely send him into tachycardia beyond rescue.
As he moved smoothly down your back, the cream now slicking your supple skin, he couldn’t help but admire the painfully obvious ink that clad your spine. He cleared his throat behind you — eyes never leaving the trail of flowers that bloomed in black, slightly faded, ink on your skin.
The artistic sentiment of your dainty tattoo had him pondering — mind trailing over to how different you were to him. You were older, closer in age to Jermaine and La Toya than you were him, oozed confidence like you were the most important person in the room, wore expensive, out-going, feminine outfits that always caught his eye whenever you’d visit the family home, had wit quicker than he’d ever seen and a flirtatious attitude that had him blushing every time you’d compliment him subtly.
You were polar opposites — he was shy, quiet, gentle and, some would say, insecure, despite his superstar persona. On the surface, he pretended he didn’t know why he was so infatuated with you — but, deep down he knew it was because you were something he couldn’t have, but so desperately wanted.
“Gone real quiet back there, Mr, you doin’ okay?”
Your voice dragged him out of his daydream once again, a blush creeping up onto his cheeks, “Sorry. Was just looking at your..thing.”
“My thing?” You laughed softly, “Funny way to describe my tattoo, honey.”
“Sorry, sorry.” Michael chuckled behind you, hands still moving gently against you, “Your tattoo, I mean. It’s very..different.”
“Good different I should hope. I had that done a few years ago.” You revealed, “Had some good reviews from it.”
Temptation crept up Michael’s neck at your alluding comment, the devil on his shoulder screaming at him to ask what you meant by such a sentence. He gave in. “What do you mean?”
You smirked, turning around to face him, “I’ll let you figure that out, sweetie. If not, ask your brother.”
Michael couldn’t hide the shy smile that curved up onto his lips, skin now flushed bright red at your sexual insinuation, “So cute.” You teased, reaching a hand around to pinch Michael’s rosy cheeks, giggling as his timidity.
Your casualness in regard to discussing such promiscuous acts and touching him so sweetly had his boyish crush on you flourishing — his hands trembling as they moved down to your lower back, now scarily close to your plump behind.
“Did it not hurt?” Michael questioned sincerely.
“Hm? Oh, no, not at all.” You spoke, “I like the pain.”
Oh, now that made him twitch — his bottom lip coming between his bottom teeth to steady himself at the way his cock throbbed achingly beneath his shorts, mind running away with itself at the thought of you enjoying pain.
“Hey, you two!” La Toya’s high-pitched voice filled both your ears, “Come in! We wanna play Chicken!”
You gasped, “Ooh, I love that game!” You stood quickly, missing the way your backside came in Michael’s full frontal vision, his eyes flashing open in shock, before turning around to face him, “Thanks, baby.” You whispered, squeezing his chin between your index finger and thumb, before strutting off towards the pool.
Michael couldn’t help himself but stare at the way your bikini bottoms had ridden up around your round ass, now curved between each cheek, displaying your plumpness to him perfectly.
“Lord.” He whispered to himself, rubbing his slicked up hands across his thighs, ridding himself of the lotion, before rising to his feet himself.
You slid into the pool gracefully — sighing as the cold temperature cooled your warm body, swimming towards the rest of group who formed a circle, awaiting the two of you. Michael climbed in after you, eyes locked on the way your tits bounced as you jumped across the length of the pool, barely being held down by the flimsy material of your bikini.
Michael watched from the edge of the pool as you let La Toya climb onto your shoulders, heart thumping as you laughed loudly while you attempted to keep her steady on top of you, before hopping towards Marlon who held Jermaine on his shoulders.
“You’re going down, baby.” Jermaine teased, eyeing his girl from his brother’s shoulders.
“Yeah, right, weakling. I know Toya’s gonna shove your sorry ass into that water, right, Toya?” You sassed back, missing the way Michael clenched his jaw at the causal flirtatious tone of both of your voices.
Michael watched from afar as you and his siblings played multiple rounds of Chicken — not caring to join in himself, just enjoying admiring you from across the pool, pretending as if his brother wasn’t there when he swam close to you or leant down to press a kiss to your cheek inbetween games.
“Hey, Mike! Your turn!”
Michael peered over at the group through his Aviators, who were all now staring at his relaxed frame.
“N-No, I’m good.”
“C’mon, Mikey, I’ll get on your shoulders and play Toya, how about that?”
The nickname you gave him hit him straight in the chest — heart now pounding in his throat. It’s almost like you knew, from the way you said it, that it had an effect on him.
“Okay.” Michael mumbled in defeat, moving through the water to join you.
“That’s my boy.”
Michael swallowed a groan that threatened to leave his lips — you were literally killing him with every word you spoke, his cock now painfully hard in his shorts.
Once he got to you, you slithered behind him, hopping from the edge of the pool and onto his shoulders, giggling as you settled against him. Michael swallowed as your thighs enclosed around his head, his shaking hands coming up to rest on your bare thighs — his head was reeling. He couldn’t help but let his mind fill him with the imagery that your clothed cunt was pressed up against the back of his neck — your clit practically rubbing against him as you got comfortable.
“Tighter, Michael. Don’t want me to fall now, do you?” You commanded, grabbing his hands and pressing them further into your skin, smiling as he tightened his grip, “That’s more like it, babe.”
God, he had to be a pervert the way his dick was jumping around in his briefs at every comment you made. You were turning him into a lustful man — something he strived to not be. But, he couldn’t help himself when you acted like that.
And you didn’t make it easy for him — not when you laced your manicured fingers through his ringlet curls, twirling them around one of your digits as you awaited for the game to begin. Michael let out a shaky breath he didn’t realise he was holding as Marlon called out ‘Aaand go!’
You squealed above him, your hands leaving the comfort of his hair to collide with La Toya’s — thrashing one another back and forth, giggling as you play-fought. Michael’s hands remained planted tightly on your wet thighs, doing exactly as you told him, trying to ignore the way the lower half of your body pressed further into the back of his head.
With a scream and a splash — you were pushed backwards, falling into the water, sliding off of Michael’s shoulders. Michael, ignoring La Toya’s squeal in delight at winning the childlike game, turned to face your submerged frame. Worry flashed in his heart at the possibility you may have hurt yourself falling so abruptly into the water — eyes flickering all over you underwater. His worry soon depleted at the sight of your elegant frame sliding out of the water, hands smoothing down your drenched hair, eyelashes fluttering the droplets away so beautifully his lips fell agape at the sight.
He couldn’t help but stare as you fully rose from the water, a playful smile creasing your lips — and your bikini strap fallen loosely down your arm.
“I—uh, um, your—“
Words failed Michael as he pointed sheepishly at the strap of your bikini, now teasingly revealing the curve of your right breast, falling dangerously down your chest to where one jump and your perky nipple would be free for him to see.
Another twitch!
You peered down at the astray strap, giggling out a breathy laugh as you shimmied it back up, before swimming close to him, “Thank you, sweetie.” You whispered, leaning up to press a soft, tantalising kiss to his damp cheek — only worsening the now painful boner he hid beneath the water.
You swam around him, unaware you’d left him speechless, congratulating La Toya for winning the game. Michael shut his eyes briefly — letting them flicker shut, gulping down his pride, as composed himself. He was surely a goner after this.
Sure you flirted with everyone, even making playful, promiscuous comments towards his sister’s, but you did it with him the most. Even more so than with your own boyfriend. He tried to pretend he didn’t notice it — but when you touched and teased him so often, it was becoming all he could focus on.
Michael rose out of the pool quickly, swift feet already dragging him halfway across the backyard before his name was called. He didn’t stop to turn around, just called out that he was ‘getting too hot’, continuing racing into the house before anyone could convince him otherwise, running up the stairs to the quiet of his bedroom.
His bedroom door slammed shut as he tripped over his own feet, scrambling to his bed, kicking off his shorts as he went. He couldn’t wait any longer — his cock was so hard from your relentless teasing that if he didn’t do something about it right now he was certain he was going to cry. He situated himself on his back, cock, now free from the confines of his damp swimming shorts, bobbed against the bare of his stomach, begging to be dealt with.
Michael’s eyes fluttered shut — hand hovering over his aching length, the fight between arousing relief or prolonged innocence battled in his head.
But, the sound of your sweet, loud laughter through his open bedroom window had him wrapping a firm first around the base.
A quiet gasp left his parted lips, eyes still squeezed shut as he stroked himself tantalisingly slowly — a whine bubbling in the back of his throat. His chest heaved, hips twitching as he bucked up into his own hand, pre-cum now drooling from the mauve tip of his stiffened cock — the relief he had been begging for all day now finally being washed over him.
The swift motions of his hand had his head falling back against the pillow — hips jerking upwards wildly, chasing his own hand as he fucked his palm like a mutt in heat, quiet little whines of pleasure filling the quiet room, along with a subtle yet equally as needy whimper of your name fell past his lips, only adding to the oozing drip of pre that fell from his swollen tip.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?”
In his state of engrossed arousal, Michael hadn’t noticed your presence in the doorway to his bedroom — your half-naked frame leant against his doorframe, droplets of water from your soaking wet bikini, one that had him in the lustful trance in the first place, falling onto the plush of his carpet. He shot up from the mattress, now perched on the edge, both palms now shielding his obvious hard-on from you as if you hadn’t watched him stroke himself to you a mere few seconds ago.
“I—oh, God, I-I wasn’t, I—“
“You’re so sweet, Michael.”
Your words forced his furrowed eyebrows together in confusion — sweet? Sweet for fucking his hand while moaning his brother’s girlfriend’s name? Surely you must be mistaken?
You slithered into the room, shutting the door behind you and clicking the lock closed — a sound that had Michael’s heart thumping so loud in his head his ears rang. You turned to face him once more, a teasing smile plastered back onto your perfect face.
“What a treat you’ve blessed me with, baby.” You started, walking slowly towards him, your hair swaying behind, now fallen from your ponytail, “I just wanted to use your shower, honey, and I’m so glad I did.”
“I-I’m so sorry—“
“Hush, darling.” You whispered, finally approaching him with a finger to his lips, smirking at the way his trembling hands attempted to cover his bare cock between his legs. Your hand moved to cup his flushed cheek, “There’s nothing to be sorry about. It’s completely natural, sweet boy.”
“B-But, I-I said—“
“I know what you said, Michael.” Your voice as smooth as honey as your nimble fingers shuffled down his face to thumb his bottom lip, “I’m not angry at you, baby. I’m flattered, but also worried.”
“Worried?” He questioned, voice cracking as his frantic eyes never left your own, watching as you crouched in between his legs.
“Yeah, sweetie.” You comforted, your free hand now resting against the bare of his meaty thigh, smirk depending at the way he jumped, “Noticed how hard you were hours ago, baby. Must be so painful for my little Mikey, hm?”
“Oh, God.” Michael whined, embarrassment swarming his body, wanting nothing more than to cover his blushing face, but not wanting to reveal his slightly softening cock to you as you perched between him.
You giggled so sweetly despite the situation you were in, “Has it been painful, my baby?”
Michael attempted to ignore the way his cock began to harden underneath the grasp of his large hands at his referral as ‘your baby’. He gulped, breath hitching in his chest, before nodding meekly, face nestling into your palm innocently.
“Oh, angel.” You babied, your voice a sweet comfort to his embarrassed ears, now slightly hunched over as to make himself smaller in a situation where he felt so big and exposed, “Let me help you.”
Michael’s eyes shot open, “What?”
You smiled, lolling your head to the side, “I’ll make you feel so much better, sweet baby.”
“But, what about Jer—“
“Enough about him. He should be thankful he has a girl who wants to make his little brother so happy, hm?” You cut him off swiftly, your answers so reasonable yet so manipulative at the same time, going deaf upon his aroused ears, “What are big sister-in-laws for, huh, baby?”
Your smaller, more experienced hands enclosed around his own, tugging gently to move them away from imprisoning his cock — revelling in the way he whined bashfully, head turning the other way as his stiff dick sprung free. You sighed in admiration, eyes locked on the sheer length and girth of him — he was bigger than Jermaine despite the age and build difference in them, which only forced your eager mouth to salivate.
Your nimble hand wrapped around the base of him gently, sliding to your knees fully, as you gave him one languid stroke from shaft to tip. Michael whined so desperately it had you squeezing your thighs together at the sound of his arousal — a glob of pre-cum erupting from his flushed tip, drooling down your digits.
Michael couldn’t help but make the sweetest of noises as your plump lips, the one’s he’d been fantasising about since he met you, wrapped around the head of his cock — the feeling he’d once felt for you earlier, that he couldn’t place, crept up his spine.
Ah, so that was it.
Irrevocable, soul-destroying arousal.
He huffed, a whimper leaving his agape lips, now peering down at your frame beneath him — watching as you bobbed up and down his length, hand pumping him simultaneously at the base. Michael, never having had his dick sucked before, was still sincerely impressed with the way you managed to fit all of his cock down your greedy throat — moving your now free hand to squeeze his shaking thighs to provide him some comfort as your throat constricted around him, his tip punching the back of your throat so deliciously it had you gagging, and him gnawing on his bottom lip so hard he could taste blood to hold back his needy moans.
“T-This is s-so wrong.” He whimpered, hands bawled into fists at his sides, face contorted into one pure arousal.
You released off of him with a pop, hand continuing to pump him slowly, “But, you love it, don’t ya, angel?” You teased, pressed a gentle kiss to the head, revelling in the way he whined, “Just givin’ my sweet, baby brother-in-law a hand when he’s so het up ‘cuz of me.”
Michael groaned, eyebrow furrowing deeper into the crease of his forehead as you licked a stripe up the shaft of his cock, tracing the throbbing vein that adorned his length.
“Please.”
“Please, what, baby?”
“Please, I—I, I can’t—I need—Need more.”
You grinned, rising to your feet without a second thought at his submissive whines of need — reaching at your sides to pull at the strings of your bikini, letting the bottoms fall to the ground, revealing your perfect, slick pussy to his eager eyes.
A gentle yet commanding hand met his thumping chest, pushing him backwards onto the bed, letting his back hit the mattress before crawling up his slim frame. Michael’s exposed cock twitched and thrashed against his abdomen wildly as he watched you intently, awaiting your next move.
His breath caught in his throat as you straddled his hips, your bare pussy lips engulfed the girth of his hot cock — a strained squeak hitching in his mouth at the feeling of your warm sex against him.
“Have you done this before, Michael?” You questioned, your voice dropping an octave, now a sexy, teasing tone that had him suppressing another whimper, “Made love to a woman?”
Michael shook his head quickly, saliva moving slickly down his throat, ogling at the way you now reached behind your back, tugging the strings of your bikini top down — letting the flimsy material fall from your chest, exposing your perky tits to his enthusiastic eyes.
“Good.” You whispered, letting your hips move voluntarily against his own, the sleek of your cunt gliding against his manhood, meek whimpers leaving both of your lips, “I knew you were special, baby — hadn’t been ruined yet.”
Michael whimpered as you continued to rock back and forth against him, your stark naked body moving on him with experienced precision that had his head reeling — admiring the way you let your hands crawl up your body, now adorning glorious tan-lines, to cup your bouncing tits or rake through your hair. You were truly an angel that fell from heaven to bless him with your beauty.
“Touch me, Michael.” You coaxed, grasping his hands in your own to grab a handful of your pudgy hips, “Like I taught you earlier, remember? Don’t be afraid to hold me, sweet boy.” You leant down, breast pressed against his bare chest, nipples rolling against him, lips brushing against the shell of his ear, “I want to feel you everywhere.”
“Oh, Lord, please.”
Michael cursed the neediness in his voice as he tightened his grip on your hips, not enough to hurt you, but enough to make you aware of his burning desire to rid himself of the ache in his cock, now the hardest it’s ever been in his life.
“Shh, I got you, baby, it’s okay — I’ll make it all better.”
Your reassuring tone had Michael nodding hysterically — restless to feel better like you promised him so beautifully. Your hips lifted from his own, shushing him as he whined at the loss of touch. A tentative hand grasped the base of him once more, sliding the warm, oozing head between your slippery folds — sighing in content as he nudged your clit. You slicked him up with the essence of your lust — letting it drop down the length of him before lining him up to your willing entrance.
“Ready, baby?”
Michael couldn’t have nodded faster.
“Use your words, Michael. Need to hear my baby say how badly he wants to feel my pussy.”
“Please, god, please, baby, please — need it, need to—Ah!” Michael’s eyes rolled to the back of his head instantly with a gasp at the feeling of your clenching cunt wrapped around his virgin cock, only widening the smirk that clad your face.
You hummed in delight as you sank further and further down him — letting his thick cock stretch you open inch by inch, the burn you craved each time you fucked his brother now hitting you full force, the length you desired from a man now ramming you to the brim.
“So big, Mikey.” You sighed, a hand pressing against his chest to steady yourself, “So much bigger than Jer.”
“My goodness, baby, y-you’re killin’ me.” Michael admitted, catching his breath, doe eyes meeting your own, “Wanted this for so long.”
A breath of flattery left your lips as you rose all the way to the tip of his cock, and back down again, slamming your hips down onto his own, “You’re such a sweet boy, darling. My favourite brother in the whole family.”
Michael couldn’t contain the whines and groans that left him, hands now resting in the curve of your waist, following every calculated movement of your body as you bounced on his cock.
“Kiss.” Michael pleaded, eyes brimming with tears at the sheer volume of pleasuring stimulation he was experiencing, “Kiss me, please.”
Your heart, now fogged with blinding lust, ached at the innocence of him — even despite having the girl he was in love with riding his dick before him, he was still only desperate for a kiss.
You leant down, hand lacing into his curls once more, connecting your lips in a frantic, messy kiss, swallowing every noise that left his dirty throat. Michael’s tongue forced its way into your mouth — the hot muscle tangling with your own in a feverish dance that had your clit twitching against the pubic bone you ground it down onto. You broke away from the kiss to move down his face — the corner of his mouth, cheek, jawline, neck. And once you got there, you wasted no time in licking at the soft skin, basking in the salty taste of sweat on his sun-kissed flesh.
“Could eat you up all day, baby.” You whispered, sucking the sweet spot beneath his earlobe that had his hips bucking up into you, tip ramming against your cervix — hands tightening at your sides.
Sitting back up, not before pressing another kiss to Michael’s lips, you admired the sight beneath you — his puppy dog eyes clouded with lust, petering up at you in such admiration it had your heart bursting, his God-like body carved so perfectly you couldn’t help but rub your fingertips over each ridge of his abs, glistening in the sweat as the humid air in the bedroom increased, and his frizzed up curls now spread across the bed-sheets messily underneath him.
He looked so perfectly destroyable.
“Oh, God — I-I’m gonna—soon.”
Your hips ground down on him once more, continuing to rise and fall back down onto him — the slick of your pussy coating his cock in a sheen, a white, frothy ring of your juices forming at the base. As well as letting sweet, delicious moans of pleasure fall past your rosebud lips, you rolled your aching nub against the dense of his pubic bone — hitting his ears in such a way that had him throbbing inside you.
“Oh, Michael.”
The sound of his name leaving your lips, a scenario he was once imagining while he fucked his hand before you caught him in the act, had him moaning so loud, your hand came up to cover his ajar mouth.
“Gotta keep quiet, baby, or else I’ll have to stop,” You whispered, leaning down to lock eyes with the obedient boy beneath you, “Keep that mouth busy.”
Michael, set on pleasuring you in a way he was still figuring out, latched his mouth to the one thing he’d had his eye on since you arrived at his house — your tits. His puckered lips wrapped around your erect nipple — sucking sensually, soft sighs of content vibrating around the nub. Your back arched against him, tits now shoved into his face, not that he minded, his free hand from your waist, now cupping the lonely breast, fingers rolling the bud between his fingers.
Your erotic noises hit his ears in a way that had him buzzing with confidence — your eyes fixating on the way his tongue left your poised nipple to trace the newly forced tan-line around your breast.
“Fuck, Michael.” You gasped, jaw falling slack as your hips continued to grind against the rigid bone, stimulating your pulsating clitoris while Michael’s hands were busy, “‘Gonna fuckin’ cum on your cock, baby.”
“Mm, please,” Michael whined, his lips pulling from your tit, saliva connecting his lips to your swollen nipple in an erotic scene, “Wanna cum so bad, mama.”
Your head thrust back as you moaned — now succumbing to the pleasure that coursed through your veins, any ounce of dominance you once had now spilling away at the feeling of his tongue lapping at your nipple.
Michael, despite feeling guilty for not bringing the lady there before him, climaxed first — ropes and ropes of his fertile seed flooding your womb, whines only getting louder around the comfort of your breast, hands gripping around your waist tighter at the feeling of your cunt quivering around him.
“I love you, I love you, I love yo—Aah!” Was the only words that left Michael’s lips once he popped off your tit, a blush creeping up onto your cheeks at his admission.
You soon followed — one more roll of your clit against him and a suck against your breast had you orgasming around him so beautifully it left Michael speechless despite his own climax continuing. You looked so pretty like this — back arched, eyes rolled to the back of your head, cunt milking him for all he had to give, gorgeous little moans falling past your plump lips, as well as an ‘I love you too, Mikey’ that had him whining bashfully for the last time.
He felt as though any ounce of self-respect and maturity he had left in his body that threatened to fight his devotion and infatuation towards you had just been diminished to dust at the sight of you cumming around him.
You hummed in delight, flopping forward to lay tiredly on his chest — a hand tracing the definition of his peck, his cock still flush inside you, now softening, “Y’did such a good job, baby.” You whispered, tracing love hearts into his warm skin, “Do you feel better now?”
Despite the feeling of guilt that threatened to creep up his spine at the reminding thought that you still belonged to his brother, he pushed it to the back of his hazy mind, deciding the only acceptable and truthful answer was,
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aw nothing, just thinking totally normal thoughts about this clip!! definitely not thinking about having him deep in your warm mouth, doing your magic, and this being the face he would make. not thinking too hard about the way his hand travels over the wall, the feeling being almost too much for him n he doesn’t even know where to put his hands. imagine it’s because of a punishment, but more of you angrily telling him, that he can’t touch you today because the last time you gave him head he was too rough, his big hands damn near fucking up your freshly done hair, trying to hold you in place whenever you got to a spot he really liked..
michael whispers to you, remnants of his usual sing-songy tone slowly washing away. you’re in tiny, linen, rucked up shorts wrapped prettily around your legs, planting your knees on either side of michael’s thigh.
sweetness and heat pools low in your stomach when the thick muscle underneath you comes in firm contact with your sensitive folds, sending electric shocks right to your clit. your boyfriend is still in one of his bedazzled stage outfits, his normally pretty eyes now hidden behind his aviators.
you shyly look up at michael, your hands finding their way to his shoulders, the sequins of his jacket digging into your fingertips. he just hums in approval, bottom lip wedged between his teeth, hands cradling your face before settling them on your hips. “cute girl.”
the only thing he got rid of are the gloves, and you can’t be more thankful. you love seeing his bony, long fingers engulf your sides with ease. without a word, michael slowly drags you over his thigh, and you can feel yourself go delirious, your clit on fire, achingly empty entrance fluttering.
“won eight awards t’night,” he murmurs, eyes behind his sunglasses transfixed on your glassy eyes and puffy, parted lips. your breath hitches in your throat, your little mewls thrumming in the air whilst your boyfriend moves you back and forth like a doll over his thigh. “aren’t you gonna show me how proud you are of your man? how good you can be to him?”
michael’s voice sounds teasing, and you can feel the wetness leak out of you. in one sudden motion, michael’s strong hands let go of your hips, and with that, that delicious stimulation to your clit also ceases.
“michael, no—”
instinctively, you grind down on michael’s thigh, trying to sedate the burning desire within you. and michael just watches you like a hawk, smiling lazily, arms resting behind his head like he’s a fucking king. “go ‘head, baby, show me then.”
a/n: i loveeeeeee over the clothes stufff smmmmmm. more than sex
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tags: (18+) needy sub!michael + kinda mean femdom!reader + loots of teasing and begging + tasteful choking + a lil bondage + vibrator play + overstimulation
y/t means your title of choice ex. mama, mommy, queen etc
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At around 3-4am, you found yourself being awoken from your slumber. You thought it was just any normal night where you would wake up momentarily for whatever reason your body wanted you to; the sudden urge to pee, a bad nightmare, or the sound of your neighbors’ annoying dogs barking, but today was different. Instead of waking up due to any of those reasons, it was instead soft groggy moans and whimpering. They were coming from the opposite side of you, and you flipped yourself over sneakily to make sure you still weren’t dreaming. You carefully opened your eyes and realized your mind wasn’t playing dirty tricks on you. It was your boyfriend, Michael, half asleep, attempting to get himself off in the middle of the night.
He was laid on his back with his eyes closed, messy curls sprawled out atop of his silk pillow. His mouth was agape and you could so obviously see the moving prints of his hands under the blanket, rubbing on his torso and groping his lower body, hips slowly rolling upwards into the touch. You had to take a moment to process such a lewd, but cute moment of his, your core now tingling with arousal.
Without thinking too much, you reached over to drag your fingernails over his abs, his body jumping harshly at the unexpected touch. You watched closely as his head turned to you with wide eyes, blinking rather slowly in disbelief.
“Another dream?”
He nodded in response whilst trying to avert his eyes from your piercing gaze. He had to stop himself from smiling cheekily, knowing he was going to be in trouble in the best way.
“You should’ve woke me up.” You uttered in a lower tone, scooching yourself into his personal space.
“I would’ve..” He started, slowly creeping his hand down from his stomach to his clothed bulge, stroking it gently whilst letting out a breathy moan. “But the thought of touching while you were asleep turned me on even more.” You could tell he was trying to turn you on, and it was working, but you couldn’t give in just yet.
You reached your hands under the blanket that laid on top of him and grabbed his wrist with one hand, the other going to grip his bulge tightly. “Don’t get cute.” You let go of his erection. “I was gonna help you out, but I guess you got it.”
“No, no,” He whimpered at the lack of touch, too easily manipulated to keep up a bratty act for more than two seconds. “I want you to do it. Please.”
“Tell me what happened in your dream first.” You released his wrist to caress his side ever so gently before you snaked your hand down to his underwear. You refused to give him the touch he so desperately craved, leaving your fingers just perched under his waistband, making an impatient sigh leave his lips.
“You were teasing me. Making me sit with my hands tied to my back while you touched your chest,” He started, eyes lolling shut to better remember the situation. You began to rub the tip of his cock with your thumb, eliciting a gasp from him.
“Y-you made me suck on your breasts, n’ I wanted to touch them. Bad.” You hummed a small ‘Mm’ in response, a small smile forming on your face. You went even faster with your thumb, spreading the pre-cum that leaked from his tip all over the head of his length. Michael moaned in response, his breathing becoming even heavier, so immersed in your touch that he had forgotten he was even supposed to be talking.
“Aht aht,” You slowed your pace. “Keep talking. You haven’t even gotten to the good part yet, baby.”
“You sat on top of me. Started rubbing yourself on my dick,” He paused to let out a breathy whimper. Using your palm, you quickly swirled it against his glans now, trying to mimic the same feeling he was talking about. His hips began to buck up at the overwhelming sensation, continuous gasps finding their way out of him with every swirl of your hand. “You were so wet- shit. It felt so real.” His eyebrows furrowed at the thought, flustered pants interrupting his speech. “God, I need you.” You knew immediately what that meant.
You suddenly halted your movements on his dick, replacing it with a hard grip. You sat up on your butt to look down at your boyfriend and ran a hand over his chest before promptly wrapping it around his neck, squeezing on his sweet spot. “Don’t you dare.” Michael choked out a small moan before grabbing the arm that was restricting him, his cock throbbing harshly for an orgasm in your hand.
“And don’t tell me you almost just fucking came? From that? With no permission?” You released his neck—to which he quickly tried to catch his breath, and once he did, he started spewing out stupid excuses and mumbling over his words.
“I’m sorry, y/t. I’m sorry. I’m gonna ask to come. Promise.” You ignored his empty promises and got up from your spot on the bed, walking over to your favorite drawer in the room. You grabbed the small, almost doll-like pair of keys that sat on the wall to then stuff them inside of the keyhole, humming to yourself as you heard that familiar click. You pulled the drawer open to reveal a small collection of different sex toys, from dildos, vibrators, handcuffs, and even a flogger you hadn’t tried yet. You decided to go easy on Michael today and carefully grabbed a small, grey bullet vibrator, some bedazzled handcuffs, and lube. You stumbled your way back over to your bed, the lack of lighting on that side of the room blinding your vision.
Your boyfriend sat up now, and you couldn’t help but blush as only his moon-illuminated torso was visible along with his hard on peeking above at you with just his boxers and blanket scrunched under it. You sat down on the bed next to him and playfully slapped his cock a few times, making his abs tense with a small whine.
“Gimme your hands,” You smiled as you slyly cuffed his arms behind his back, trying to hide the toy you picked out. “You won’t be touching me today.” Michael almost pouted at the comment, not daring to speak back and get nothing for a month instead. He laid back against the headboard and reached his head over in a nosy attempt to try and see what you were grabbing behind your back. You held the button on the vibe briefly before it came to life, your boyfriend’s dick twitching at the sound.
“Don’t get too excited.” You joked, placing yet another slap to the head of his length, his body jolting in response as a shaky breath left his lips. Michael brought a hand to his face in embarrassment, becoming more and more impatient by the second.
“What are you gonna do with that?” He questioned you shyly, thinking you were gonna get off in front of him. You had been the only one to play with the vibrator, but that would change tonight.
“I dunno… you’ll see.” You taunted, grinning at his innocence that you too often wanted to ruin.
You began running the toy up his thighs and chest—to his surprise—watching intently as his hand fell from his face and gripped the sheets in anticipation at the unfamiliar feeling. You brought it up to his abdomen, right next to his erection, letting it sit there for painfully long as his face started to contort in pleasure again.
“Please, y/t, please.” He bucked his hips up to you, whining restlessly. The almost hour he spent basically edging himself before you woke up already had him desperate, along with the edge he just received from you, but your relentless teasing was different— it made him feel like he was going insane, and he would be lying if he said he didn’t love every second of it. You kindly gave into his gestures, just wanting to hear him beg, and finally pressed the vibe to the tip of his cock.
Michael gasped hard at the sensation, eyebrows furrowing again. To make things even harder for him, you got a little lube on the palm of your soft hand and used it to stroke the bottom of him slowly. He let out a long drawn out moan at the action and you mocked him in response, mimicking his moan.
“Yeah? Is that it?” You cooed at the helpless man in front of you, watching as his mouth fell into an “O” shape. His cuffed hands began to jingle loudly as he squirmed at the almost breathtaking pleasure, his pretty doe eyes flickering open to look at you. You could see the lust just swirling in his eyes.
“Do you like it here…” You trailed off, placing a kiss above his eyebrow before moving the vibe to his balls instead, now fully stroking his cock, “Or here?” you teased, laughing quietly at the way his moans went an octave higher.
He was too fucked out to form a proper sentence, hoping his noises would convey his thoughts.
“Should I stop? I don’t hear you using your words.”
“Nn-! Feels so good, too good..” He managed to get out breathlessly, trying his hardest to keep himself composed, his body directly working against him as pre-cum oozed from his tip. Satisfied with his response, you momentarily took your hand away from his balls to pull your loose tank top down, revealing your breasts to him. His eyes bore into your chest, hips slowly rising into your hand with each stroke now. You held the vibe to your hard nipple, letting out a pleased sigh.
“I’m getting close.” Michael whimpered, realizing what you were doing. Trying to re-create his dream.. with your own added twist of course.
“Why don’t you just come for me, then?” You asked, increasing the speed of your strokes, jerking the tip of his slippery head with just a few fingers now.
“Yes, yes, yes, yes, thank you!” He moaned through a clenched jaw, and with the last few pumps of your hand, Michael let out a large groan before his orgasm took over. His back arched as ropes of cum came shooting out of him and landed onto his chest, his pathetic noises sounding like pure magic to your ears. His chest rose and fell rapidly as he came down from his high, and you smiled at him, eyes meeting each other again as you slowed your strokes, knowing you were nowhere near close to stopping now.
You took your hand off your boyfriend and slowly trailed the vibe that was pressed against your nipple down in between your legs, just hovering it over your clothed clit, earning a moan from yourself.
“Watch me, okay?” You commanded softly, opening up your legs for him to clearly see the damp spot of arousal soaking your panties. You moved yourself dangerously close to his somewhat hard cock, and Michael, still trying to catch his breath—was getting it taken away once again from the sight of you, his top row of teeth sinking into his bottom lip as he watched your every move. You turned the bullet up to its 2nd highest vibration and circled it around the most sensitive part of your clit, feeling every nerve in your body go aflame as you gasped.
“Oh, Michael..” You mumbled, using your free hand to aggressively grope your breasts, a hiss leaving your plump, parted lips as you started to squeeze and twirl your nipples in your fingers.
“God, you’re making me hard again,” Michael uttered in a breathy tone as his dick tried to slowly throb itself back to life, “Please, at least let me touch you, I’ll do anything..” He begged eagerly as he tried to brainstorm some way to free himself from his restraints, to no avail.
“No- no, be an angel and watch. I’m just starting to get there..” You remarked with a sigh, turning the bullet to its last and final setting and pressing it to yourself hard. Your back began to arch at the pleasure, butt lifting off the bed as you tried to chase the sensation.
Michael had nothing left to do but watch you please yourself for him, his desperate eyes not knowing whether to focus on your pretty face, your eyes that never left his—even while you were moaning so prettily in front of him, your hands that groped yourself hungrily, or your perfect hips that rose into the feeling. He could practically feel himself experiencing the same pleasure as you, swinging around his own hips and throbbing length at an attempt to gain some friction.
Feeling pity towards your already ruined boyfriend, you decided to take things a step further and sit up on your knees, lifting yourself up so that the bullet was simultaneously pressed against the tip of his sensitive length and your wet pussy.
Michael let out an almost pornographic moan at the sudden strong vibration, indecent noises beginning to arise from the back of his throat at the overstimulating feeling.
“Wait- w-wait, please, it’s too much, I just came!” He pleaded, wriggling his cuffed hands with loud rattling yet again against the sheets.
“Too much? But Isn’t this what you wanted? To feel good with me?”
“Yes, please, fuck- but I can’t take it.” He moaned, his breathing becoming increasingly unsteady.
“No, You can take it, baby. I’m sure. You’re getting me so close.” You baited him yet again, moving your bud rhythmically against the vibe as you got off to the sounds he was making.
His body couldn’t help but shake after hearing your tormenting remarks. You always knew how to use your voice to add fuel to the fire, knowing exactly what to say to make his brain turn straight to mush as whimpers and heavy pants fell from his lips uncontrollably.
“Again, gonna come again,”
“I don’t think you’ve been good enough for me yet, angel.” You cut him off sternly.
“Oh, please, m’ sorry- I can’t-,” Michael began to stumble over his words, thrashing his lower body wildly under you in a feeble attempt to stop your torture, really only making things more pleasurable for both parties, “I’ll never touch myself without you again, i’ll be so good, please let me, please, y/t..”
He earned a devilish grin from you, completely drunk off the pleasure. Exactly how you wanted him. Finding this scene way too cute—and aside from the fact that you were trying to fend off your own orgasm as well, you decided to give him what he wanted.
“Such a good boy. Come with me, okay?”
“A-ah, thank you so much, thank you, thank you,” He whined, eyes screwing themselves closed as he became just seconds away from his peak, moving his hips to match yours. He gushed sweet nothings and loud “ohh”’s at varying pitches, and with one last raise of his hips, he let out a lewd yelp as his orgasm came crashing down on him, body twitching intensely as cum seeped out of his tip. It eventually fell onto the bullet and dampened your underwear, that alone being enough to send you over the edge as your own orgasm took you now. You placed your hand flat on his chest to steady yourself, not being able to help yourself but to whimper along with your boyfriend, the noises you two made together echoing into the other parts of your house and out your open window. The way your walls continued to clench around nothing had you moaning out his name and how good he was being for you until you held the power button on the vibe, letting it power off as you laid on top of Michael’s chest.
You both panted wildly, no telling when you’d come back down as you told him you loved him.
He returned your affection, shaking his cuffed arms behind his back once more.
“Can you get these off me now?”
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thinking about holding thriller era!michael’s hand while giving him a handjob, watching his pretty, aroused face as he tries not to cum too quickly. the slick, wet sounds of your hands stroking him along with your little moans and hums of satisfaction are driving him crazy.
rubbing your hand on the side of his neck and face, telling him soft praises of how beautiful he is, how much you adore him and how you’ll always be there for him will have him melting, gasping and letting out small needy whines as you start to swirl your fingers around his tip.
start kissing him and massaging his hand in your grip along with that and he’s whimpering loudly now into your mouth, telling you to stop, how he “can’t hold it anymore” and that he loves you before completely messing up his chest and your hand. after some aftercare he would probably shyly ask if he was being too loud aah
"don't go listening to it around nobody," you told him softly, causing him to raise his eyebrows for just a second. he quickly tried to hide his face, looking down at the cassette again while biting back his shy grin.
"i won't," his voice sounded low and sincere.
he kept his head low as he shamelessly watched you walk off, your ass making your skirt bounce the tiniest bit with every step you took.
it was about one in the morning when michael had finally settled down in his hotel room. he'd gotten to take a shower and change his clothes, cocoa butter scented skin warm underneath a white t-shirt and silk pajama pants. he turned the cassette over in his hands again and again, thumb brushing absentmindedly over the plastic before his eyes caught on something written near the bottom corner in soft pink ink. a phone number.
michael froze. his heart started beating embarrassingly fast as he stared at it, reading the numbers over again like they might disappear. there was a tiny lipstick print beside it, your handwriting messy and feminine underneath.
𝒾𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝓉𝑜 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈, 𝒸𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓂𝑒
"oh, god," he laughed quietly to himself, rubbing one of his hands over his mouth.
he leaned back against the pillows, legs stretched out across the hotel bed while the cassette laid in his lap. his movements were stiff as if he were holding something dangerous. something tempting.
for a second, he looked over at the phone on the nightstand, then back at the tape, then back at the phone again.
with the most hesitant fingers he grabbed his walkman. he slid the tape inside carefully, almost reverently, before he worked up the courage to press play.
a soft static crackled through his ears, then your voice filled the silence, "hii, michael." you sounded too close, and that was the problem. you spoke quietly enough that the tape picked up tiny sounds between your sentences. soft breaths. the faint rustle of sheets. the glossy click of your lips parting before you spoke again.
"i waited for everybody to fall asleep," you started, before he heard you let out a breathy little sigh, "so i could do this f'you." michael swallowed hard, the palm of his hand running in circles ontop of his clothed thigh, trying his best to steady himself.
the recording picked up what sounded like you moving around. before michael could think to question it, the sound of your voice poured out again. the noise that left you was embarrassingly soft. feminine. almost needy. it wasn't until he could hear the faintest wet sounding noises that he fully understood what was happening.
michael couldn't help his mouth from dropping open a little, hearing you moan out his name directly into his ears.
this was filthy. michael swore he hated shit like this, but when he got a chance to see your pretty little face earlier, and now your pretty little mouth is whimpering out all of these pretty little sounds, he couldn't stop his stomach from tightening.
"i love your voice, michael," your voice lifted into a soft little whine at the end of his name, your own fingers teasing at your throbbing clit. you'd never done anything like this before.
the recording your own tape of it all.
and michael could hear it through the slight shakiness in your tone. it was making him hornier, despite him not wanting to be.
his own lips parted as his head tipped back against the headboard, curls all messy and in his face from his shower. another moan filled his ears, making his eyes flutter shut. without even thinking, his hand trailed across his lap, palming his dick tenderly.
you whispered against your tape recorder, "tell me y'listenin' to this in bed." with closed eyes, michael absentmindedly nodded his head against the headboard, pulling down his waistband to touch himself properly. he let his thumb swipe over his pretty tip, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed.
"mm, wish i could let you touch me right now."
he continued to stroke himself to the sound of your voice, doing his best to imagine how you looked touching all up on yourself. he knew he could do it better for you. you shouldn't have to do that on your own. you were one of those girls that michael thought shouldn't even have to raise a finger.
his dick twitched in his hand as he listened to the hushed moans that fumbled out of you, followed by the wet sounds of your core getting massaged quicker. he mumbled the softest, "oh m'god," feeling himself getting closer to his own release.
you said his name as you climaxed, the most gorgeous sounding whimper falling off the end of it, making michael's pelvis stutter.
thick, cloudy white liquid seeped out of him, trailing down to the back of his hand as he pumped more out. he let out a soft groan from the back of his throat, hearing you blow a kiss into his ears.
he honestly didn't wait too long before reaching over to grab the phone settled on his nightstand, still hastily wiping off his hand and lower stomach as it rang.
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Michael Jackson at the 8th Annual American Music Awards on January 30, 1981.
Michael Jackson accepting the award for Favorite Soul R&B album for Off The Wall presented by Peaches & Herb and Larry Graham. He also won Favorite Soul/R&B Male artist presented by LaToya Jackson and Bonnie Pointer.