Lady in his life

oh anon.. that makes two of us. i can totally see early otw era michael being shy and reluctant to show you what really feels good, so when you finally get him all loud and desperate your heart starts to do backflips. actually enjoyed this sm that i decided to make it into a tiny fic.. going to sneak in a pleasant surprise here too.. hope you like it (;

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You and Michael, rather new into your relationship, are in your room, fooling around like normal. You’re hitting each other with pillows, playfully arguing. You climb on top of him and pin him down to smother his face with kisses before seating yourself next to him, you two looking in the mirror now.

“Aren’t we the cutest?” You said boastfully, admiring the reflection of your face cards that could feed an economy.

“Yeah.” Michael giggled, but you could tell something was off in his answer. You looked over at him, head titling to the side. He had that ‘I have something to say, but am deciding whether or not I should actually say it’ look.

“Michael? What’s up?” You prodded at him as his eyes widened slightly, impressed at your ability to read him as if you hadn’t seen each other almost everyday for the past 2 months.

“It’s nothing..” He smiled shyly, hand coming up to cover his face. His reaction made you even more curious.

“Well oka- no! Just say it. I wanna know now. Don’t be afraid,” You assured him confidently, grabbing his hand from his face and pulling it away, “Nothing is off limits.”

A moment of silence passed before your boyfriend spoke up.

"Do you know what a vibrator is?" Michael said quietly, damn near at a whisper, to which you found your eyeballs popping out of your head. Reading your expression, he began to start apologizing.

"It's okay, I just wasn't expecting that," You laughed, still taken aback by the sudden shift, but definitely welcome to it, "Yeah, I do. I use one." His eyes lit up at the confession.

"What is it? I heard Rebbie on the phone talking about it, her friends laughing and sayin' she was mad that hers is broke. I felt it was a girl thing." His voice was laced with innocence. You tried to hold in your laugh.

"It's a vibrating massager.. and you can put it anywhere. Basically an adult toy."

You could see the light leave Michael's face as the pieces came together. He decided to quickly move past the fact that he heard his sister talking about it, before he decided which way he wanted to end himself.

"You're kidding!" He felt his cheeks warming up at the simple thought of you using this ‘adult toy’.

"No, I'm not!" You let out a chuckle, "You need proof?"

Michael bashfully nodded.

❤︎

Your boyfriend became dumbfounded as he watched you pull out your rather large Hitachi Magic Wand from in between your mattress, plug it into the outlet, and set it on the bed. You looked at him with a giggle and pat the bed where you two were previously sat, signaling him to come closer. He was acting as if the wand was an exotic animal that would bite.

"This big thing was just sitting in between your mattress..?" He questioned whilst seating himself next to you, laughing when you playfully shoved him at the judgement evident in his tone.

"Don't knock it until you try it," You rolled your eyes and picked up the toy, fumbling with it to find the power button and click it on. Michael's eyes widened at the sudden vibration. "See? We should try it on you.." You sat directly behind him now, wrapping your arms and legs around his waist while you peeked over his shoulder.

Before Michael could reply, you pressed the vibrator to his arm, making his body jolt ever-so slightly while simultaneously stealing his retort from him. You let it sit for a while before dragging it over to his other arm, closely watching his unamused face.

"Is this all it doe-" He started, but fell silent once you pressed the toy to his clothed nipple. His back arched with a hushed "Mm", head turning as he tried to stubbornly hide how good it actually felt. You ran your free hand up his chest and gripped the bottom of his chin, bringing his face back to look in the mirror.

“Now what were you saying?" You teased, eyes following his as he glanced at the reflection of you two in the mirror, chickening out and closing his eyes before he could really get a good picture of it. Being met with nothing but the sound of him trying to control his breathing—which he was failing horribly at, you dragged the vibe down from his nipple to his growing bulge, pressing hard to where you presumed his tip was. He let out a gasp that turned into a moan, his hand gripping your lower leg as he tried to process the new feeling. 

❤︎

Michael’s chest rose up and down rapidly, eyes still shut, reeling at what just happened—and so quickly at that. It had probably only been 2 minutes with the vibe at its highest setting and you had already made him completely ruin his boxers and sweats he had on, leaving him terribly embarrassed. You ran a hand over his arm gently, indirectly telling him to let his death grip on your leg go.

“I dunno what took over me, you know I’m not a one minute m-”

“Michael, you’re fine. It’s your first time.” You assured him seriously, placing a kiss behind his ear. 

“I’m not done with you anyway.” Seeing how obvious it was that he wasn’t satisfied with how quickly he was brought to his climax, you sat the vibe down and tugged at the waistband of his sweats and underwear. He rose his hips off the bed as you shimmied them off, a small wince escaping his lips at the cool air hitting his almost soft dick. 

“Ready now?” You ran your hands up and down his thighs as his body shivered. He was in the middle of saying yes as you pressed the vibe back to his bare, now wet head, making the end of his word quickly fall into a moan. You started to kiss on his shoulder and neck, sucking on the area sporadically as he threw his head back onto your shoulder and shut his eyes.  

You suddenly pulled your lips away from his neck, raising an eyebrow as his gaze met yours. His features were confused while helpless whines arose from his mouth. 

“I want you to see how good you look for me. And don’t close your eyes this time.” You put on a faux pout and whine as he without hesitation followed your lead, looking into the mirror shyly as you clicked up the toy to its highest setting again. His hips immediately bucked at the sensation, trying to get away from how intense it was, but it proved to be even worse as his leaking cock only pressed harder into the vibration. 

“Too much,” He moaned, the same hold he had on your leg earlier taking its place again. “I don’t- mm- like it..” He panted wildly between his words.

“Oh no, should I stop?” You let a wicked smile take over your face as you watched his expression in the mirror, him struggling to pick between wanting to close his eyes and simultaneously not being able to rip them away from what he was seeing. He didn’t respond for a moment—only letting out needy sounds—before he mumbled a low ‘No’, not so secretly enjoying it. 

You slowly creeped a hand under his shirt, watching intently while both of your eyes followed to his nipple, Michael’s eyebrows furrowing as you began to flick at the raised area. His back arched at this, the loud and shaky moans that were now escaping his lips being nothing short of music to your ears.

“God, it feels so good..” He finally admitted, his cheeks growing extremely hot.

“Do you see yourself? You don’t have to tell me,” You cooed at him, pinching his nipple to make his body twitch. “Your hips won’t stop moving. Practically beggin’.” You whispered this into his ear, torturing him as he began to squirm. 

“Please.” He looked completely worn out in the mirror. Only thinking about his pleasure, he let his eyes lull closed, and annoyed with how bad of a listener he was, you moved the vibe down and pressed it right below his glans. His eyes flashed open as his noises went up an octave, and you couldn’t help but laugh at how cute he was. Although your giggles were lighthearted, Michael got a little embarrassed, trying to hold them back as good as he could.

“Don’t hold back. You sound so good for me,” You ran slow circles around his nipple now. “I love your noises… you’re lasting so long, baby. Gonna come?” 

“Yeah… but it feels weird..” He whined, and you couldn’t decipher whether he was referring to being overstimulated or watching himself in such a vulnerable state. Before you could respond to ask if he was alright, his moaning drowned you out as his orgasm took over, his body beginning to tremble. 

If you thought the sudden high pitched whimper that left his lips when he reached his peak came took both of you by surprise, you audibly gasped when his cock began to shoot out a forceful stream of a clear liquid, looking similar to that of a fountain. 

“Oh my god.” Is all you could choke out as you realized he was squirting, your brain panicking on what to do before you settled on massaging his side. You soon saw that he was just fine, and enjoying it at that fact. His eyes were wide as he watched himself go, his hips bucking wildly off the bed from the intensity as he cursed under his breath. You carefully ran the vibe up and down his shaft, amazed as the stream stopped and started back up several times. An unsteady hand of his came up to cover his eyes as it shot out for about the 2nd time, embarrassment flooding his veins as he was powerless to the nonstop pleasure. Seeing he was done after the last measly dribbles left him, you switched the wand off, placing it onto the bed, feeding off his pretty mewls as he came down. 

“Baby, no way you just squirted!” You said hushed, almost as though it was a secret, laughing again as he tried to catch his breath. His winded laugh that joined you sounded like heaven. You pulled his hand away from his eyes, revealing his gorgeous doe eyes, but they were flooded in tears. He let out a low groan whilst two ran down like rain droplets onto his flushed cheeks.

“Are you okay? I thought you liked it,” You panicked, worrying if you had gone too far. His eyebrows raised as you spewed apologies, a shy grin taking over his features.

“Don't worry, I don't think i've ever felt that good in my life.” He said breathlessly, looking down at everything that was now soaked in his juices. Your worries were wiped clean off your face at his cute one while you wiped his tears, letting out a sigh.

“I bet,” You grabbed his face to kiss him long and hard, his mouth a little salty from the remnants of his tears. “You made such a big mess.” 

“M’ sorry.” He looked at you with his still damp eyes, trying to push back his smile as he opted for biting his lip in the way he knew got your core throbbing. 

“No you ain’t," You rolled your eyes at him. “This is what you get for trying to be mean to my vibrator!” You smirked at him with an 'I told you so' expression, almost peering over his face as he was now slouched onto your shoulder, chest still heaving.

He weakly placed a kiss on your nose, voice slightly raspy from the task of crying out all night. “Thank you, baby. I love you.” 

“I love you more, angel.” 

𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎..

he’s so cute pie

Overstimulated. | Michael Jackson

Synopsis: You really want to see how far you can take it with Micheal, but to your surprise he doesn’t back down at all. Well at least a little.

Contains: overstimulation(duh), handjob, crying, edging, teasing, begging, inexperienced!Mikey, experienced reader, nicknames of baby, pretty boy, mama etc.

somewhat proofread.

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“Just one more for me Mikey”

Michael’s head leaning against you. His bottom lip caught between his teeth as small tears run down the sides of his face and soft broken whines fall from his mouth.

You sat beside him on the bed, one arm snaked over his shoulders and the other keeping its pace on his sensitive cock.

“m-mmh p-please” another shaky moan falls from his mouth. Poor baby trembling in your arms in denial of how much he truly loves this.

You’re kissing away his tears, holding him as he shakes like a leaf in your arms.

“please what baby?” You teased knowing he’s just babbling nonsense while his brain is short circuiting trying to process the overwhelming pleasure.

“I-I can’t- mama please” He cries, that last word coming out extremely breathy and shaky.

Tightening your grip to keep up with the way his cock is practically drooling. “you sure you wanna stop pretty boy?” You tease paying attention to his reaction. No verbal response just more moans and endless whines of “please”

“You’re so cute, look at you leaking all over my hand. Yet you claim you can’t take anymore” You run your thumb over his sensitive leaky tip. You watch as his mouth opens to protest but nothing comes out except a small trembling whimper.

His hand grips the sheets beneath him on one side, the other hand gripped onto your thigh. His moans higher pitched and breathy.

He isn’t entirely sure how he got here but he’s not entirely mad about it either. His hips bucking up into your fist for the millionth time tonight . The knot forming in his belly is intense.

His 5th orgasm was coming and he was doing nothing to stop it. His cock twitched in your grasp, his back starting to arch again and those sweet little gasps of pleasure began to fall from his lips again.

Unfortunately for him, you were about to crush his dreams. “you gonna cum for me again sweet boy?” you asked him sweetly. Looking at his gorgeous face.

So fucked out and pretty for you. Lips swollen from all the previous kisses he’d asked for, tears decorated his face and his big pretty eyes stared back into yours fighting the urge to roll back.

He nodded frantically. “y-yes! yes please! ‘m gon- gonna cum mama” he blubbered out. You taught him how to beg so beautifully. What a shame he won’t get to cum yet.

Your hand stopped suddenly causing him to thrust his hips up in an attempt for friction, instead you remove your hand entirely.

He looked so lost, It was beautiful.

“no no no, please” more tears well up in his eyes. He watches the smile grow on your face through those big brown eyes, and he thinks you’re crazy. “you’re so pretty like this, Mikey” You kiss him softly. Putting a stop to his complaints.

He can’t help but you kiss you back it’s second nature to him. But the second your lips retreated from his he began to whine again. breathlessly he begins to beg you once more as he can feel that knot fading away slowly. “please mama I just wanna cum! i’ll b-be good! p-pinky promi-”

He’s cut off by your warm hand greeting his cock again, stroking him at the same pace you left off. “th-thank you! th-thank y-you..don’t s-stop please!”

You were watching the most beautiful event right in front of you. Once again he returned back to his gasps of pleasure, back arching, cock twitching, head thrown back, new tears falling.

“you’re so very welcome pretty baby” you cooed, kissing his trembling jaw.

His entire vocabulary was out the window, just gasps and whines of your name. His shaking form twitching as his hips bucked up into your fist.

“c’mon my sweet boy, you can do it” Your voice was truly the icing on the cake for him. His fingertips dug into your thigh, releasing a loud shaky sob of your name as his climax hit him hard.

Eyes rolling back, white spurts of hot sticky cum shooting out coating your hand, some landed on his toned abdomen and even his chest.

You slowed your hand to a stop, gently releasing him and happily sucking the contents off of your hand.

You watched as he worked to catch his breath. You gently rubbed his side, softly kissing his face as he came down from such an intense climax.

“It’s okay baby, i’m here. I got you” He lifted his head and looked at you with the same teary eyes as before but now a small smile resided on his lips. You wiped away the tears that remained on his face. “you alright?” you ask him sweetly.

“mhm” his voice sound wrecked from all that screaming. He leans his face into the crook of your neck, pressing soft lazy kisses there. He lay limp against you now in a relaxed state. “You handled that very well. You’re even still shaking” you chuckled seeing the state you left him in. You held his trembling body as the aftershocks of his orgasm make their presence extremely visible.

“it wasn’t bad, it was too much and not enough at the same time.” His gentle broken voice spoke into your neck.

“we’ll have to try that again someday” you suggested. He just responded to you with a nod, his eyes falling closed.

You smiled, content that he enjoyed himself “rest up Mikey, you deserve it” You lay back pulling him into you.

you can worry about cleaning up later.

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HI HI HI I wanted to do this instead of sleep because something is wrong with me but this is my FIRST mj fanfic so far n now I never want to stop. pls send requests bc this was very fun to do

taglist: @theonlyonlinefish (my beloved🥹)

𝓐𝓝: i got this idea while sitting in the car and writing it out, it ended up so much more different but anyways we ball

smut, sub otw!michael, fem reader

✿ michael, who has been your boyfriend for a while, comes over to your house with a problem, and your very happy to help. 18+, soft smut, switch!michael, sub!michael, handjob (m), cum/spit play, j5!michael x fem!reader ( YALL TS OVERLY NASTY)

𝜗𝜚⋆₊˚ ; 1978

your eyes stared blankly at the sheet of paper in front of you. rereading the question over and over, you scrunched your eyebrows in confusion.

breaking your very-much focused train of thought, a loud noise rang through your home; ding dong.

you jumped up from your desk chair excitedly, already knowing exactly who it was. your feet trickled down the steps and before you knew it, you were already at the door.

once you finally twisted the knob and pulled, a handsome young man named michael stood right in front of you.

“hey sweet thing.” he grinned just before swiftly picking you up and spinning you around as he stepped into the house.

“hi michael.” you reply softly, bracing yourself for your landing. soon shutting the door behind you.

the two of you quickly made yourselves upstairs. “where are your mother and father?” michael questioned as he emptied his pockets on your nightstand, taking off his jacket right after.

“date night.. or whatever. i’m just stuck here doing college homework.” you groan in annoyance just before glancing at the papers stacked upon your desk.

michael had hummed in response, then sprawled out right on top of your comforter, making himself at home. you hadn’t even realized you’d been stuck in one spot the entire time; leant up against the door frame of your room, arms crossed in admiration.

“why so far? c’mere mama.” michael sighed, a hand dramatically reaching out for you as if you’d been cities away.

giggling as you make your way to your bed you take a seat. you were criss-cross apple sauce, and michael was laying directly on his back, palms supporting his head. his eyes stayed on yours.

“so, how’s your day been baby? what you been up to?” you question softly, just before your warm fingers, gently worked their way through the silky shape of his afro.

michael melted under your touch, eyes fluttering. “mm, been at rehearsals all day. i bout danced til’ i couldn’t dance no more!” he sighed.

your fingers glided away from his hair softly, now creeping onto his face. “aww is my baby tired?” you cooed, teasing him.

michael squeaked out a high pitched laugh just before covering his entire face with his hands in embarrassment.

“don’t you hide from me!” you squeal. you began to tickle him all over. your’s and michael’s laughter now filling the room.

michael had flipped over, squirming up under your touch. now you were tickling the back of his neck and down his back. in the midst of his beautiful laughter, you heard a groan of pain.

cautiously stopping, you questioned him. “michael, are you okay?”

“yes baby, m’fine.” he muttered, face now planted in the sheets. you weren’t convinced.

“michael…?” you spoke softly. your fingers gently trailing down his back to feel a firm knot of muscles. strictly tightened together.

michael softly groaned strain fully at the sensation. he stayed laying against your sheets and cotton blanket, the pain and embarrassment taking over him at once.

now you understood. he had a knot in his back, causing him some pain. “come here, honey. let me work it.”

gently you lift him up, watching his every movement. however, michael just avoided eye contact.

you slide your back up against your pillows and head board, legs spread. your fuzzy long pajama pants adding to his comfort.

michael shimmied quickly in between you. your legs were a lot shorter than his, so he reached down to caress your polished toes for stability.

you began to work his shoulders, and the back of his neck. receiving a groan of approval. slightly leaning forward, you kiss his temple. your hands moving slowly further down to his shoulder blades.

consistently changing the shape of your hands, laying them flat or balling them up. you continued to earn muffled sounds of satisfaction from michael. but you knew they wouldn’t last long.

leaning right beside his ear, you try to ease his mind. “i’m gonna work that spot now baby, just relax.”

michael just nods in silence, his body melting right into yours. your fingertips reach the knot. he let out a low gasp.

you bit your lip at such a familiar sound, but you were trying your best to tend to his needs right now.

you pushed your thumb right into the knot. working it like dough. michael’s hands quickly moved from your toes, reaching your ankles with a tight grip. “god, mama that hurts.”

“i know baby. almost done.” you say just below a whisper, focusing on the movement of your hands rather than the volume of your response.

about 10 minutes had passed by, and you finally let up. michael who was now relieved laid his head back against your shoulder.

playfully, he attempted to kiss your cheek even though he was in a difficult position, so really his lips had just been bumping your jaw unevenly. you couldn’t help but laugh.

with a grin michael sighed. “thank you baby. that really helped. your a pro.”

“of course, michael. maybe i should be a massage therapist.” you joke, referring to the exaggeration of his praise.

michael chuckled his way into a kiss. his fingers running through your curls, before guiding you down to his mouth.

in between kisses he mumbles to you. “your so pretty and helpful, m’baby.” he can feel your lips grin in response, taking the advantage to slide his tongue into your mouth.

you let out a soft moan into the kiss. your hand now cupping the side of his jaw as he laid a little below you. your hands rubbed down his chest.

michael’s fingers, found your chin deepening the kiss, as his lips worked his way down to your neck; cocking his head back.

unexpected, the sensation was gone. michael began to turn over, to be on top of you, just before you stopped him.

“no baby, i wanna try a different massage now.” you hum softly into his ear. michael bit his lips, letting out a low chuckle.

“time to see how pro you really are, huh?” he jokes. you giggle against his jaw. “mhm.”, just before your cold fingertips slid up his white t-shirt.

the two of you worked together to pull it over his head. michael finally shrugged it off, quickly chasing back up the addictive taste of your lips.

soft groans and sounds were mixed into the sloppy kiss. it was nasty, but god, it was good.

your other hand found its way onto his neck, not gripping but placed there firmly, directing his head further back. allowing you to attack the skin upon his neck.

you indulge viciously, leaving hickeys and even licking long stripes of saliva across the sensitive area. michael released some pitiful noises, but it only made you wetter.

he grasped your other hand that had been pressed onto his abs, and moved it to his aching bulge.

feeling the tent in your hands, you reverted from the kissing, pulling back looking at him in the eyes. you noticed how his glistened as he admired your face. “c’mon mama, touch me. work it for me.” a smug grin, he expressed.

you just kissed his temple, once again in response. his soft afro gently tickling against your warm neck.

as you undo his belt, he pulls it and his pants off, his cock springing free, thick and heavy.

you sit propped against the headboard, your back against the pillows as you work your fingers rhythmically up his shaft. michael lies between your legs, watching your hand move with a rapt expression.

"fuck, right there," michael groans, gripping your thigh. "you have such a good grip, baby."

your fingers wrap around his thick base and stroke slowly. "i’ve been thinking about your cock for weeks," you admit breathlessly. "wanted to know how it felt in my hand."

"does it feel good?" he pants, hips twitching.

"feels better than i imagined," you murmur, twisting your wrist as you drag your hand up to the sensitive tip. "you’re so thick... it makes my mouth water just looking at it."

michael throws his head back against your shoulder, his breath coming in sharp bursts. "yeah? you like my cock, sweetheart?" he grunts, his hips bucking up into your fist.

"easy, baby... just let me handle you," you coax, speeding up your strokes significantly, your fist pumping wet and fast. "stay right there, relax those hips... let me work this perfect cock."

michael instantly melts, his head falling back against your shoulder. "holy fuck—don't stop—don't fucking stop, sweetheart..." he pants, his thighs trembling violently.

"look at mama, michael," you command softly, placing your free hand on his neck and gently guiding his head up. his eyes snap to yours, glazed with pleasure and desire.

he watches you intently as you stroke him faster, his mouth falling open with each hitched breath.

when he looks away, you immediately slow your pace, your fist barely moving. he groans in protest, trying to speed you up with his hips. "baby, no—please—"

"nope," you tease, still moving slowly. "you look away, I slow down. you want me to go faster, pretty boy? keep those eyes on me."

"yes, please... i’m looking, i’m looking," michael breathes, his eyes locked desperately on yours. "you’re so pretty... god, you're so fucking pretty, and you're touching me like I'm yours..."

a thrill shoots through you at his words. You immediately speed back up, your fist becoming a blur. "that’s right," you gasp.

as you pick up speed, you lean in and gently trace your tongue along the shell of his ear, making him shudder violently. "mm, michael. listen to those noises you're making," you murmur against his ear. "your cock feels so good in my hand."

"if you keep talking to me like that, I'm gonna fucking cum," Michael warns, his voice strained. he tries to look away again, but you immediately slow down your strokes. "no—no, baby—please—keep going—keep talking." he locks eyes with you desperately.

"you’re close, aren't you? such a good boy for me..." you purr against his ear, your wrist twisting perfectly. "gonna make that big cock cum all over my hand... right now..."

you speed up, pushing him right to the edge, and then; you stop completely, pulling your hand away.

michael’s entire body jerks forward involuntarily, a guttural cry tearing from his throat. "no—no, no, please baby, don't stop.”

“i’m right there, i’m fucking right there—" he looks at you with wild, yearning eyes, his cock throbbing painfully. "baby, please, i can't—i can't take it anymore.”

you lean his head back gently, spitting a wet, thick stream right into his open mouth. michael chokes slightly, his eyes fluttering closed as he collects it.

you hold your hand under his mouth again, commanding "spit for mama." in a low, easy voice.

michael obediently spits into your waiting palm. "good boy," you praise softly, your voice low and commanding. you smear the saliva all over his throbbing shaft, slicking it up and down before gripping tight and stroking fast.

"holy shit. yes. right there—fuck—" michael cries out, his hips bucking into your hand desperately.

"c‘mon, michael. give it to me..." you encourage, your hand pumping faster. his body tenses sharply. "right there—fuck—i’m..”

his back arches off the mattress, head throwing back. michael groans deeply as his cock bursts, cum shooting thick, white ropes directly onto your hand. It splatters across your knuckles.

you slowly lift your hand, wrapping your tongue around your fingers and licking every thick drop of cum off your knuckles, swallowing his mess with obscene enjoyment.

then you lean down, capturing michael’s mouth. you kiss him deeply, pushing your tongue inside so he tastes his own cum, swirling it between their mouths. he moans against your lips, instantly licking it up.

"good boy," you murmur against his lips, pulling back just as he tries to speak. then, casually, as if you didn't just take him through a devastating orgasm; “baby, can you help me with my homework?"

you pat his cheek, standing up and heading toward the bathroom to wash your hands. michael lies there, completely shattered, nodding unconsciously.

I need him touching my cervix.

𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲| 𝐌.𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐨𝐧

Summary: An innocent sleepover in the Hayvenhurst residence turns into something far from innocent, leaving your best friends brother yearning for you more than he already does

Sub!michael, smut, dry humping, yearning, orgasm control, power control, hand & oral job, tongue kissing.

Today was your best friends birthday, she was the last one of the friend group to turn 18. You, yourself had reached legal status a few months back. You arrived at the Jackson residence earlier that day to help the family set decorations and prepare for the massive slumber party that was planned

Apart of you felt so guilty because you had never confessed to your best friend the desires you had for her brother Michael. He was always the finest brother in your eyes, ever since you were a little girl you crushed on Michael. But now he was older. Everything on him was “bigger” you caught your first glimpse of him a few months ago when you walked into his room to wake him up for breakfast and you saw the erection he had in his sleep, hard and poking through his white underwear

Ever since then it’s all you could think about, the both of you inexperienced but for Michael you were ready to experiment

As the night approached you had slipped into a matching pink laced pajama set to match the rest of the girls. Everyone stayed up telling stories of what they thought college was like, first kisses, experimenting with guys, school, parties, and the guys with the cutest butts. But all you could think about was how Michael kept staring at you all day, even catching him taking exclusive photos of you with he was in charge of getting pictures of everyone. The moment you caught him he was so embarrassed that he hid upstairs for hours until he had to come downstairs for dinner

You waited until you were sure the entire party was asleep, carefully stepping over everybody as you crept your way up the stairs—avoiding the steps you knew had creaks in them. The last thing you wanted to do was wake up the parents or a sibling. Your heart was beating out your chest the entire time until you reached the top of the staircase, sighing in relief you wiped your sweaty hands before knocking softly on Michael’s door

“Come in” he replied softly

Accepting the invite you walked in and gently shut the door behind you. Michael was busy with his back turned flipping through a scrapbook he had been creating over the last few years, once he turned his attention towards you his cheeks burned red as he looked down at your pajamas and back at your face

“Uh—my sisters downstairs if you’re looking for her”

“Actually I was looking for you, if it’s okay”

You walked towards Michael and sat next to him on his bed, your hands accidentally touching forced a chill down his spine that he desperately tried to hide

“Me? You sure?”

“Mhm..I wanted to see what you were doing”

“I like to take pictures of things I find beautiful. Birds, trees, the sky, cartoons, and people”

“Is that why you took a picture of me in my bathing suit earlier today?”

“That was an accident” he immediately stammered “My finger slipped over the dumb button”

You blushed at his shyness, it was innocent

“It’s okay Michael I’m not mad at you. I know your heart”

“Really?” He asked turning his focus to you

“Mhm” scooting in closer “That’s why I like you, you’re not like your other brothers…or really any other guy for that matter”

His face felt like it was on fire hearing you admit “that’s why I like you” because no other girl had admitted those feelings for him

“You like me?” He questioned

“Course I do, you’re a gentleman and you’re handsome…what’s not to like?”

“I didn’t think a girl as pretty as yourself would be interested in a guy like myself”

You stood up and moved the book from his lap exposing his boner, immediately he panicked and tried to cover it up with his hands while looking everywhere but at you “I-m sorry” he blurted out

Grabbing his hands and gently pushing him back to his orange position you sat on his lap feeling his dark blue jeans underneath you. His facial expression going from embarrassment to shock. You placed his large hands over your butt while your hands cupped his face, biting your lip as you stared at his face with lustful eyes

“You have nothing to be sorry about Michael, you’re human everybody gets aroused…you arouse me all the time” you admitted

“How do I do that?” He replied staring up at you

You adjusted yourself before gently grinding into his jeans, the friction of his bulge and jeans created a nice friction for you to pleasure yourself with

“I’ve always been attracted to you Michael—your sweet smile, your big brown eyes, the way you’re so gentle with everything, your hands, your nose…I like everything about you down to your sweet voice”

His dick jumped in his pants hearing you praise him. Again, never having someone compliment such features especially with his insecurities

“You don’t mean that stuff do you?” He questioned

“Of course I do handsome. I would I say it if I wasn’t sincere”

“I think you’re beautiful also” he smiled

“Really?” You blushed “Tell me what you like the most”

As he thought about his answer you kissed his neck gently before sucking in various spots, causing his dick to throb even more. The both of you moaning in each other’s presence, his grip grew tighter as he felt your lips sucking on his sweet spots

“Talk to me please baby” you pleaded before resuming your activity

“I-I love your hair and your smile—everytime I see it, it makes me smile no matter what kinda day I’m having. I like seeing you happy”

You began grinding harder into his bulge and moaning slightly louder than you anticipated

“God and that voice of yours” he moaned shutting his eyes “it’s so angelic whenever you say my name”

“You’re the sweetest boy I’ve ever known. Do I make you feel good?”

“So good” swallowing the lump in his throat “Can you keep doing it please?”

You humped against Michael’s jeans , each one sending pleasuring sensations to your clitoris while you sucked on Michael. His heavy breathing was turning you on and his soft voice in your ear

“Michael you’re making me feel so good” you admitted

“What am I doing?”

“You’re so handsome, just looking at you makes me wanna orgasm all over you”

He bit on his lip and pressed you further into his crotch to feel you better and making you moan again. Feeling yourself making progress you got faster and grinding harder against Michael

“I wanna make you feel good” Michael admitted “You’re making me feel things I’ve never felt before”

“I’m cumming baby” you whimpered as you started to slow down feeling your clitoris convulsing against Michael’s dick

You bit on your bottom lip trying to mask your pleasures

“Wait please don’t stop” he pleaded “I-I never did anything like this but it feels so good please don’t stop”

You continued to dry hump Michael but at a slower speed “You like this baby?”

“It’s incredible” he panted rubbing your back

“You want me to make you orgasm?” Tilting his head up so you can kiss his neck

“Yes please..I’ll do whatever you want”

To his surprise you got off his lap leaving him in shambles with a hard dick. He pleaded with his eyes to you. Little did he know you loved everything about this. You grabbed one of his hands and slid it in your shorts and rubbed your pussy against his fingers, making him jolt before dropping his jaw at how wet you were

“Did I make you do this?”

“Mhm” nodding your head slowly as you formed goosebumps from his touch “You’re the only one who can do this”

“Well why’d you stop? Did I do something wrong?”

“Poor thing” removing his fingers as you kissed his cheek “I thought you might like something else”

“Like what?”

You got on your knees and slowly rubbed his thighs and knees through his jeans before kissing his bulge, pulling off his jeans and watching his dick spring out. All his precum leaking everywhere

“You don’t have to be embarrassed Michael. I’m gonna take care of you”

He swallowed hard watching you get closer to his dick “C-Can I kiss you first?”

You sat up on your knees and met Michael halfway , feeling tingles against the both of your lips experiencing that first kiss spark. Michael accidentally moaned in your mouth feeling how soft your lips were, coincidentally he jolted forward feeling more precum shoot out and staining your chest

“I’m s’ sorry” he pleaded “I’ll take you shopping tomorrow”

“It’s okay baby, just relax for me”

You gently stroked Michael from the base before working your way up to his tip. Watching with each thrust his breath enticing and his whimpering getting stronger. Even slowly grinding into your hand as he tried to chase his peak

“Can you touch it harder?” He asked embarrassed “please?”

Now using both of your hands you stroked his dick from shaft to tip, even spitting on his balls watching it drip to the floor. Michael’s mouth hung open and his eyes glued to you, hands gripping tightly on both sides of his mattress

His breathing was all over the place and his moans were sloppy. Constantly trying to tell you how beautiful you were and how much he loved what you were doing. His favorite part watching you gag on his balls while jacking him off

“It feels like I have to pee” he admitted

Immediately you stopped everything causing Michael to feel his heart drop to his stomach “No, no no, no please—did I say something?” He even reached for your wet hands to prevent you from leaving

“Michael look at me” you grabbed his face “No cumming until I say so, you hear me?”

A smile came across Michael’s face, seeing you become so dominant because he secretly loved the authority. A kink he would soon discover through you

“Yes ma’am, anything you say” taking a deep breath “Just please don’t stop”

You wrapped both hands back around his dick listening to the lubricant make sounds as it slipped through your hands. Michael instantly fell back under your submission

Quickly his orgasm approached once again, he gritted through his teeth trying to fight back. It was obvious that he was ready to explode. He began whimpering and wheezing trying to fight his temptations

“What’s wrong my love?”

“I…I can’t cum” fighting against the lump in his throat

“You ready for me to say yes?”

“Yes please” swallowing the lump in his throat “I don’t think I can hold it in anymore”

You spit on his tip and sucked it slowly taking in as much as you could, Michael’s stomach started to cave in and his eyes rolled back as he moaned loud enough to be heard into the next room

“If we get caught I won’t be able to do this ever again Michael…I need you to be good for me okay?”

“Yes—yes oh goodness yes” his lips quivering

You jerked him off specifically at his tip feeling his legs lock on your sides and shaking uncontrollably. His soft voice now cracking and unrecognizable, but you continued to smile through his deprivation

“Cum for me my sweet boy”

Instantly he released his cum while staring into your eyes. His cum shot out uncontrollably and all over the place, splashing on his clothes and various parts of your body. Michael began moaning so rebelliously that you had to cover his mouth with your other hand while you milked him with the other. His gasping in your hand could be felt through the constant suctioning

Michael collapsed on his bed, you watched his diaphragm quirk frequently followed by muffled sniffling sounds. You climbed on top of him to see he was crying—so embarrassed that he had to cover his face but of course you moved them and kissed his face all over

“My sweet angel” you coo’d

He still didn’t say a word, instead he wrapped his long arms around you and sobbed against your breasts “Can you stay with me tonight? Please?”

You smiled kissing his nose repeatedly “I’ll stay up here”

Over the next few minutes, you reassured Michael that your feelings for him hadn’t changed. If anything, seeing him so vulnerable only made you care for him more. The two of you remained wrapped in each other’s arms until the first rays of sunlight spilled through his bedroom window, gently pulling you from sleep. It was almost as if the morning itself was reminding you to slip back downstairs before anyone discovered where you’d spent the night