Pairing: Off the Wall Era!Michael Jackson x Reader
Summary: Michael takes you out on a date to a local drive-in movie theater. What starts as a simple night out quickly becomes one neither of you will forget.
Warnings: smut, first date, subby!mike, mike's first bj, in a car, Michael comes embarrassingly quick, no use of y/n, my first real post!!
Word Count: 1.1k~
Request?: No
A/N: This is the first fic/drabble I've actually posted, so I hope you guys enjoy it! This took me a few weeks to finish, but I'm trying to speed up the process for future works. Feel free to send suggestions or shoot me a message. Thanks for reading!
Michael waited anxiously on your front porch, smoothing nonexistent wrinkles from his white polo for what felt like the hundredth time. His palms were beginning to sweat despite the cool evening air. He checked his watch, then the driveway, then the front door.
Relax, he told himself. It's just a date.
The second the doorknob turned, every coherent thought vanished. The front door swung open.
"Hey, Mikey!" you greeted brightly.
Before he could respond, you leaned forward and gave him a quick peck on his cheek. Michael froze. His heart stumbled somewhere around his ribs.
His eyes widened for a split second as he took in your outfit. Your legs caught his attention first, the dark-wash denim shorts hugging the smooth skin of your upper thighs perfectly. Your burnt-red top draped off your slender shoulders and cinched at your waist, the flared sleeves dancing in the evening breeze. Your curls were pinned up in an elegant half-up style, the layered ringlets only drawing more attention to the silver hoop earrings swaying beneath them.
You looked absolutely stunning. Michael instantly wished he had worn his big, silly sunglasses, even though the sun had already gone down. At least then he could hide how hard he was staring.
Behind his back, his hands fidgeted with a small bundle. "I, uh... brought these for you," he mumbled, handing over a sweet bouquet of fresh flowers.
You blushed, taking them gently. "Thank you, Mikey. They're beautiful."
"You look nice," he blurted out, his voice a little too high.
A smile tugged at your lips. "Just nice?"
Michael's eyes widened even further, panic flashing through them. "I mean, beautiful! You look beautiful."
The movie had been playing for nearly twenty minutes before he noticed your shuffling.
At first, Michael didn't think much of it. The horror movie flashing across the giant screen had been making you jump every few minutes, and he'd assumed you were simply trying to get comfortable. But when you slowly moved away from where you'd been tucked against his side, his attention drifted completely from the screen.
He was confused at first, initially thinking you were going to lay your head down. But that just didn't make any sense. How would you see the movie from down there? It wasn't until you began to unbuckle his belt that he realized where this was going.
"O-oh!" Michael gasped, his voice squeaking in the quiet car.
He watched for a second too long before his hands flew to yours, trying to stop you from unbuttoning his Levi’s.
“L-Listen, you’re a nice girl but,” he stuttered. His heart was hammering against his ribs like a trapped bird.
You didn't stop. Instead, you looked up at him through your thick lashes with big, beautiful brown doll eyes. The sheer innocence and heat in your gaze made his knees go weak, even while sitting down.
“But what, Mikey? You aren’t gonna let me make you feel good?” you whispered.
Michael paused, biting his bottom lip so hard it turned white. He felt completely overwhelmed by how confident you were, and his body was already betraying him under your touch. He gave a shaky sigh, his resistance melting away under the power of your gaze.
“N-No, I- it's just I,” he confessed, his cheeks burning red in the glow of the movie screen. “I’m a virgin.”
You didn't pull away. Instead, you gave him a soft, reassuring smile and leaned in close, brushing your lips gently against his burning cheek.
"That's okay, Mikey," you purred against his skin, your voice dropping to a low, sweet whisper. "Let me show you how good it can feel. Just relax for me."
Michael whimpered softly, his eyes fluttering shut as your warm breath sent shivers down his spine. All his nervousness melted away under your gentle touch. He nodded weakly, completely helpless to your spell.
With a confident smile, you slid your hands back down to his waist. Michael's breath hitched as you slowly unbuttoned his Levi's and pulled his zipper down, the soft click of metal sounding incredibly loud in the dark car despite the movie playing.
He watched as you slid your hand under his boxers, whining as you wrapped your hand around him.
“You’re so big, baby,” you cooed as you released him from his cotton confines, “So perfect, all for me, right?”
His arm flew to his face, covering it as his hips jerked weakly towards the friction, “Y-Yes, mama, just you, all for you.”
The feeling of your tongue moving up his sensitive member made him gasp aloud, though it was muffled by his sleeve.
“Michael…I wanna hear you,” You gripped the base of his cock tightly, a strangled moan escaping his throat, “c’mon, baby. Let me hear you.”
He whined as your freshly manicured hands began to pump his cock slowly, your tongue darting out to give kitten licks to his flushed tip.
“You're doing so good, baby,” you whispered, stroking him gently as you took him into your warm mouth.
Michael could only watch you lap up his precum, the sound echoing lewdly in the otherwise silent car.
“I-I’m close, mama, so close,” He moaned, his voice cracking at the stimulation.
“Yeah? You wanna come for me? Come down my throat?” You teased, the pace of your strokes quickening.
“Yes yes, please- just like that mama, please… don’t stop,” He begged, his hips stuttering as he came with a sob, his body shaking with the force of his orgasm, but you didn’t stop, slurping up all of the milky white fluid.
The car grew quiet again except for the sound of the movie still playing on the screen. Michael lay back against the car seat, his chest moving up and down as he tried to catch his breath. His face was still bright red, but the heavy weight of his nervous energy was completely gone.
You reached over to pull the blanket up over his shoulders, then gently wiped a stray tear from his cheek.
"You okay, Mikey?" you asked softly.
Michael nodded quickly, finally letting his arm drop from his face. "Yeah," he whispered, his voice still a little shaky. "Better than okay. Just... wow."
He slowly sat up to fix his clothes, his hands still trembling a little bit. He felt a sudden wave of shyness now that the rush had passed, but you didn't let him hide away. You crawled back up to his side, tucking yourself right against his chest just like before.
Michael wrapped his arm securely around your shoulders, pulling you close. He rested his chin on the top of your head, letting out a long, happy sigh.
He didn't care about the horror movie playing on the screen anymore. He just held your hand tightly in his lap, his heart full and a soft smile stuck on his face for the rest of the night.
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— established relationship. sex after the wedding. hickeys. face sitting. blowjob. 69 position. nipple play.
— summary: you and jaafar just couldn’t wait until the honeymoon to make love.
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two in the morning. you and jaafar were finally home after your wedding day. you were now married to your bestfriend. the love of your life.
standing in front of him, in your pretty white wedding dress, was a dream come true. hearing his words about how much he loved you brought tears to his eyes.
jaafar knew from the moment that he met you, that he wanted to marry you. to have a future with you. this was the exact day he was waiting for.
your honeymoon was only one week away, you both were planning on traveling to paris. one of the most romantic cities in the world.
however, one week was too long. too much waiting.
as soon as you walked inside of you and jaafar’s shared apartment, he picks you up and carries you to your bedroom.
jaafar places you gently on the bed, kissing you passionately. his tongue slides into your mouth, causing you to moan into the kiss. the kisses were getting more heated, more intense.
jaafar’s lips were covered in your cherry lipstick. he didn’t even give you the time to remove all of your wedding makeup. he needed you.
you notice his lips and let out a soft laugh, as you take your thumb and rub some of the lipstick off his bottom lip.
“you have some lipstick on you.”
jaafar pauses, as he realizes how deep in the moment he was. you both were still in your wedding attire as well. his tie to his suit was already wrinkled since you were holding onto it tightly while you both kissed.
“do i? guess i got carried away.”
“you think?”
jaafar took a second to admire your wedding dress, looking down, he was mesmerized by how beautiful you looked. he smiles, as he places a kiss once more on your lips.
“so beautiful.”
“thank you, honey.”
you pulled jaafar in for another kiss. he eventually places his lips on your jawline, to your neck, kissing and sucking on your neck.
jaafar continued doing this for a few minutes, until you realized that he was possibly leaving a hickey on your neck.
“jaafar, did you just leave a hickey on my neck?
he kisses the spot where he left the hickey, the hickey very visible on your neck. he laughs, knowing that he couldn’t reverse what he already did.
“maybe.”
unbelievable. you were too lost in pleasure and lust to even think about that hickey right now. jaafar readjusts your position, as his back is against the bed headboard.
he places you in between his legs, your back now against his chest. he pulled your wedding dress down slightly, only revealing your bra and breasts.
jaafar immediately unhooks your bra, your breasts popping out. the cold air makes your nipples harden. you bite down on your bottom lip, as you feel jaafar’s large hands around your breasts.
jaafar uses his fingers to twist at your nipples. you moan, the pleasure immediately heating up your entire body.
you arch your back, as jaafar kisses your collarbone. you felt how hard jaafar was getting. he was enjoying this. he loved giving you pleasure.
he continued to pull at your nipples, flicking them upwards and downwards. you couldn’t wait anymore, you were impatient.
you slowly grinded against him, wanting more.
“jaafar, take my wedding dress off.”
he obeys, as he pulls your wedding dress down with no hesitation. he cups your pussy, feeling how soaked you are through your underwear.
you moan, as rubs your clit through the silk fabric. you continued to move your hips, grinding your pussy against his hand. needing release.
“wanna cum..”
jaafar lifts you up from his lap and lays down completely on his back. jaafar pulls your panties to the side, his cock becoming more hard from the sight of your pussy.
“come here.”
you listened, and jaafar grabs your hips, guiding you down directly on his face. your wet pussy immediately makes contact with his lips.
“cum on my face, sweetheart.”
fuck.
you sat on jaafar’s face, as his hands held your hips tightly. he didn’t want to let go. he began eating your pussy, moving his tongue in quick motions.
you gasp, as he finds your clit. hearing how louder you became, he flicks his tongue on your clit, eventually sucking on the swollen bud.
your orgasm was so close. you moved your hips, the pleasure increasing by doing so. jaafar smacks your ass, causing you to jolt forward.
you decided to stop and turn your body in the opposite direction. leaning over, you unzip jaafar’s pants, also pulling down his underwear. his cock springs out immediately, the tip leaking in pre cum.
you take jaafar’s cock in your mouth, deep throating it, tasting him. jaafar groans, as he felt your hot mouth around his throbbing cock.
jaafar moves his tongue faster, sucks your clit harder, as you were about to cum all over his face. you moan while his cock is still in your mouth, the vibrations of your moans making jaafar feel pleasure.
suddenly, you felt your orgasm take over, your body shaking around jaafar’s face. your eyes roll to the back of your head, as jaafar smacks your clit and places a kiss on your pussy.
“love tasting your pussy.”
while you were calming down from your orgasm, you kept sucking jaafar’s cock. his tip hits the back of your throat. jaafar bucks his hips into your mouth, trying to find a rhythm of pleasure for himself.
“you love sucking my cock, don’t you?”
you nod continuously. you take your hands and begin massaging jaafar’s balls while you still suck his cock. from this, jaafar moans even louder.
you pull his cock out of your mouth, stroking his cock faster as your mouth is placed on this balls. you suck on his balls and that sends jaafar over the edge.
jaafar cums on your face. you smile, as his cum continued to come out of his tip, the cum landing on your face. you opened your mouth, trying to get some of his cum inside of your mouth to swallow.
“you taste so good, jaafar.”
his cock twitches at that comment as he finishes cumming.
you’re now off of jaafar’s face, as you roll over next to him, smiling up at him. you both laugh, realizing that you both were so eager to touch each other, the honeymoon was too far away to even wait.
“i been waitin’ all night for this moment, i been waitin’ all year for this moment.”
jermajesty and you have been best friends since middle school. honestly, you don’t even remember how you actually became friends. the both of you had a few mutual friends, so it was inevitable that you’d speak to each other at some point.
before you knew it, you were best friends. it was as if the two of you were magnetic—you were always together. no one saw jermajesty with you and vise versa.
even as you got older, the bond didn’t break. through puberty and every cringey phase and era, you stuck together. thick and thin.
with age and puberty, jermajesty had begun to feel different about you. he had always thought you were beautiful, but then it began affecting his thoughts.
for some reason, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. it kept him up at night. when you would hangout, he would get this warm feeling in his chest. he was moon-struck.
the way he felt was undeniable. he was in love.
with you. his best friend.
somehow, some way, jermajesty choked back his feelings. the fear of ruining something so sacrosanct ate him up inside. so, he kept quiet.
and you stayed oblivious.
he had a few girlfriends, but they never seemed as enchanting as you were.
years went by, and now your adults. still interlinked with one another—that deep bond no where fractured. And his heart still feels the same. he still feels like you’re the only girl for him.
not being fulfilled in his relationships, always yearning for you no matter how good the relationship was going made him ache. so deeply as he knew he would never have you.
so, after a while, he stopped trying. curving every girl that even tried to show interest in him.
tonight, you lay on your couch with legs across jermajesty’s lap. he wasn’t even pretending to watch the comedy movie playing on the screen. he had something on his mind, and you could tell.
“okay, what is wrong wrong with you?”
jermajesty’s head shot up, looking over to you.
“what?”
“you’ve been acting like someone killed your dog all night,” you added with a small grin, so he knew you weren’t trying to be hostile.
you sat up, still facing him as you crossed your legs.
“nothing’s wrong,” he finally replied, but you immediately knew he was lying.
“maj,” you whined, “you know i’m nosey.”
he knew you weren’t gonna let up. and he also new that the weight on his chest was beginning to suffocate him.
“fine,” he muttered quietly, sitting up straighter. like, he became more tense.
“but you have to promise that you won’t judge, or like, make this more awkward than it has to be.”
“when have i ever judged you?”
it took a few seconds of staring at the floor, and you staring at him with pure anticipation and no patience whatsoever before he finally spit it out.
“i'm in love with you,” he paused, not even able to look anywhere near you. his palms were sweating
“and i’ve felt that way for a really long time, and i know that you don’t feel the same way. i just really can’t handle it anymore, but i don’t want to ruin this.”
he spoke quick. so quick it made your heart rate speed up. you didn’t even know how to respond. you knew what you wanted to say, but you didn’t know how.
“jermajesty,” was all you could mutter before he began apologizing.
five seconds later, your brain finally kicked into gear.
“i like you, too,” you interrupted his painful rant.
then came the silence. neither of you knew what to say next.
you finally looked over at him. he was already looking at you.
he leaned in slightly, and you took the hint. your lips collided softly, filled with relief of years worth of restraint and fear.
you didn’t hold back. you were finally doing what you’ve fantasized about since junior year of high school.
the both you moved with a gentle, underlying hunger. not necessarily sexual, but just the need to be closer to eachother.
that was the moment that jermajesty realized that you truly were the only that could make him feel that way. like his heart was swelling to be to big for his body.
you’d felt the same way. this boy had such power over you.
you leaned closer to him, scooting closer to him. you both had waited so long for this moment and it was finally happening.
his hands moved to yours hips as you straddled his lap. you held each other close, your tongues gliding with such ease.
“i love you,” you whispered against his lips, your hands lightly tugging the hem of his shirt upwards.
“i love you, too,” he sputtered out, too happy that this has finally happened, letting you take his shirt off.
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a/n: i was think of adding smut to this one, but i am definitely going to make a part 2. also, i wrote this in like five minutes, so it’s low key ass. but whatever💔
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pairings: Jermajesty x needy!femreader (established relationship)
synopsis: after a long day of cold shoulders and pent up attitudes over feeling neglected, your boyfriend helps you fix whatever issue had you in a bitter mood.
warnings: 18+, clit play, fingering, pnv, unprotected (wrap it up pls), creampie (if u squint), alot of pet names (baby, mama, ma, princess), no use of y/n, use of daddy, dom!jermajesty, miscommunication plot, biting, skin marking, attitude from reader, fluff at the end, jermajesty is not toxic
wc: 2.4k
A/N: I hope this is good, for my maj girlys🥰(#me af)
requests are open!
you’re in bed together, the lights low, the room quiet except for the faint hum of the city outside and dim light shining off the tv screen. he’s half leaned over you, one arm braced near your shoulder, the other still loosely holding your hand.
“can you just tell me what’s wrong baby?”
your boyfriend has been repeating this question all day. you didn’t know what was wrong. you caught an attitude “for no reason.”
or at least that’s what Jermajesty thought.
the honest truth was that you missed him, in all the ways a person could’ve been missed.
you’ve both been so busy with everything in the world. you couldn’t seem to find time for each other.
“maj honestly just leave me alone,” your tone made him flinch a bit.
“what did i do princess,” his voice filled with desperation.
you turn away from him, eyes now focused on your vanity mirror.
Jermajesty shifts closer to you, his hands gently moving to rub the backside of your right thigh.
“i don’t like this ma,” he inches closer to your nape. “i miss you.”
you needed to find an excuse to why you were acting like this. he began placing open mouth kisses to your neck and shoulders.
“hm, you do?” you ask him sarcastically.
“don’t be like that,” he says, pulling back just enough to look at you. “you haven’t been talking to me all day.”
you stare at the ceiling for a second. then back at him.
“maybe i just didn’t feel like talking,” you sigh.
he lets out a soft laugh, like he doesn’t believe you for a second. “mm,” he murmurs.
his fingers sink a little deeper into the meat of your thigh, his thumb rubbing a slow, deliberate circle that makes your skin tingle.
he knows you too well. “you’re a terrible liar, mama,” he whispers, his voice thick with a husky warmth that goes straight to your core.
he shifts his weight, sliding his body fully over yours until you can feel the heavy, comforting press of his chest against your side.
he hooks his chin over your shoulder, his breath hot against your ear. “tell me what’s really going on in that pretty head of yours.”
you bite the inside of your lip, like that’s gonna magically keep you together or something. like you didn’t spend the whole day acting cold just to fall apart the second he’s this close again. but it’s pointless. because he’s right there. you’ve missed him way more than you’ve been willing to admit.
you swallow hard, the sudden sting of tears threatening to blur your vision as you turn to look up at him comfortably.
all that stubborn energy you’ve been wearing since this morning just melts under the heat of his gaze.
"i just..missed you," you finally confess, your voice barely a cracked whisper.
"you’ve been everywhere but here, Maj. we’re in the same house and i still feel like i’m begging for a piece of you."
Jermajesty freezes. For a second, the only sound is the quiet hum of the television in front of you, but then his expression softens into something so raw and tender it makes your chest ache.
"oh," he breathes.
he doesn’t hesitate. he pulls his hand from your thigh and cups your face, his thumb wiping away a stray tear you didn't even realize had fallen. he presses his forehead against yours, taking a deep breath.
"i’m so sorry, baby. i'm so fucking sorry," he murmurs against your lips.
"i’ve been so caught up in my own shit, but—why didn’t you just say that pretty? i’m right here.”
there’s a silent moment before he seals the distance between you two.
the kiss was gentle. it’s reassuring and thick with all the unspoken longing that’s been building up between you both for weeks.
his tongue slides into your mouth, claiming you with a deep, possessive stroke that leaves you completely breathless.
you whimpered into the kiss, your fingers instantly tangling into the short curly hairs at the back of his neck, pulling him closer, desperate to erase every inch of space left between you.
Jermajesty groans, a low, vibration in his chest that rumbles right into yours.
he shifts his weight, sliding completely between your thighs. the heavy weight of his bulge pressed firmly against your center, even through the fabric of your clothes, and a sharp jolt of pure desire was sent straight to your core.
"you should've just told me, mama," he growls against your mouth, breaking the kiss for just a second to trail a line of wet, biting kisses down your jawline, right to that sensitive spot on your neck he knows you love.
"you don't ever have to fight for my attention. it's yours. all of it." his hands lose all their gentleness.
they slide down your sides, gripping your hips with a bruising pressure as he lifts you slightly, grinding his hips down into yours in one slow, agonizingly perfect roll.
you gasp, your hips instinctively arching up to meet him, your hands gripping his shoulders in anticipation. “baby... please."
"please what, ma?" he whispers, his voice dropping an octave, thick and husky against your skin as his fingers hook into the waistband of your pink laced panties. "Use your words and tell me exactly what you want."
he can feel the way your body is trembling underneath him, the way your fingers are practically digging into his shoulders. “i’m waiting baby.”
“you-please i need you.” with that, he yanks your panties down your legs, tossing them somewhere off the edge of the bed.
when his bare hand slides back up your inner thigh, the feeling of his cool skin against your burning heat makes you shiver, your knees parting wider for him like it's second nature.
"look at me," he commanded softly, his voice strained.
you blink your eyes open, your vision hazy, to find him staring down at you. he unbuttons your pajama top, revealing your chest.
his dark eyes are dilated, completely consumed by you. "i'm not going anywhere," he promises, his voice a low, raspy growl. "you have me. all night."
to prove it, his fingers slide against your slit–finding you already slick and completely ready for him.
you let out a broken little gasp, your head immediately tossing back into the pillow as his thumb finds your swollen nub, rubbing a slow, deep circle that mirrors the way he was touching your thigh earlier.
the feeling was intense. it was too much but not enough at the same time.
"Jermajesty... mmhm," you moan his full name, your hands moving from his shoulders to grip the bedsheets, knuckles turning white.
"yeah? Just like that, princess?" he groans, watching your face track every single sensation. he positions your legs to where your knee touches your chest, exposing you completely to his gaze and his touch.
he slowly enters his middle and ring finger, keeping his thumb on your clit.
he starts moving his fingers inside you, a slow, deep rhythm that has you arching off the mattress, your breath coming in short, ragged whimpers.
he leans down, catching your lips in another messy, wet kiss to catch your moans, his tongue mimicking the exact pace of his hand. you’re completely overwhelmed by the feel of him—his weight pressing you into the bed, the smell of his cologne mixed with the heat of his skin, and the undeniable ache building between your legs.
he pulls back just enough to look at you again, his own breathing heavy and labored.
losing your patience, your hands start to wander towards his waistband, dragging his pants down and pulling out his hard length.
he chuckles breathlessly, “need me that bad beautiful?” you lose your pride and pout while nodding up at him. he removes his pants completely before throwing his hoodie over his head and on the floor.
when he positions himself against you, the blunt tip of his length slightly nudged against your wetness, you lose whatever was left of your composure.
you wrap your arms tightly around his neck, burying your face in his shoulder. "Now, papa," you whimper, your voice tight with need. "please, i need you."
he lets out a shaky breath, his muscles tensing under your hands as he aligns himself. "i've got you, baby. i've got you."
Slowly, he drives himself inside you in one deep, unhurried roll of his hips. the sheer size of him stretches you completely, filling that empty ache so perfectly it draws a high-pitched, broken sob right out of your throat.
you lock your legs around his waist, pulling him in as deep as he can go. your hands are tangled in his hair–needing to feel every single bit of his weight.
Jermajesty buries his face in the crook of your neck, his body completely rigid as he stays perfectly still inside you for a few heavy seconds, just letting you both adjust.
his chest is heaving against yours, his heart hammering almost a frantic rhythm right against your ribs.
"f-fuck, mama," he whimpered, the sound muffled against your skin, his hands coming up to grip your right boob. "you’re so tight." he starts to move, pulling nearly all the way out before plunging back in, a long, agonizingly slow stroke that makes your eyes roll back.
“oh my fuck,” you cry out, your hands slipping from his shoulders to dig your nails into the smooth skin of his back.
all that attitude because of the distance from the past few weeks is completely gone, erased by the sweet sounds of your bodies coming together in the quiet room.
"look at daddy, baby" he pants, forcing his shaky arms to prop himself up so he can look down at you.
when you blink your eyes open, you see the sheer intensity in his face. he’s completely engrossed in you, his jaw clenched, sweat beginning to bead at his forehead.
he picks up the pace, his thrusts losing that initial drive, becoming harder, heavier, driving into you with a desperation that matches exactly how much you’ve missed him.
“ouu fuckk,” you scream. your eyes roll to the back of your head, your mind going completely blank. Curses flying out your tongue with every stroke.
“daddy m-missed this pussy so much,” his voice completely wrecked as he leans down to bite gently at your shoulder, his hips rolling into you in a merciless, relentless rhythm. “did she miss me?”
“yesyesyes,” the pleasure is sharp and immediate, building a tight coil right in the pit of your stomach.
every time his hips slam into yours, a loud, wet slap echoes in the quiet space, mixing with the ragged sound of your breathing.
"Maj, wait—i'm gonna—" you cut yourself off with a loud, breathless moan as he hits that exact spot that sends a shockwave through your entire body.
"don't hold it back, mama," he moans. "Come for me. let me feel it."
you don’t even have a choice. the second his teeth graze your skin, your walls completely give out.
your hips jerk upward on instinct, your entire body tightening around him as your climax hits you in hard waves.
you let out a loud, undone cry against his mouth, your eyes squeezing shut as the heat ripples through your core.
hearing you break completely shatters whatever restraint Jermajesty had left.
he lets out a low, guttural groan, his fingers digging bruisingly deep into your hips as he drives into you three more times—hard, fast, and completely uncontrolled.
on the last heavy stroke, he buries himself as deep as he can possibly go, his whole body locking up as he releases inside you.
the room goes completely still again, for a long time, neither of you moves. Jermajesty collapses his weight onto you, his face buried back in the crook of your neck, his breath hot and erratic against your damp skin.
he keeps his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, holding you like he’s still terrified you’re going to slip away if he lets go.
slowly, his breathing starts to level out. he shifts slightly, kissing the soft skin just beneath your ear before lifting his head to look down at you, his eyes still dark but completely softened.
"you still feel like i'm too busy for you?" he whispers, a faint, tired smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
you let out a weak, breathy laugh, your hands lazily tracing the muscles of his arms. "Maybe a little. you might have to remind me again tomorrow."
"bet. i'll remind you every single day, baby." Jermajesty lets out a soft chuckle, leaning down to press a sweet, lingering kiss to your lips.
he carefully shifts his weight, sliding out of you with a quiet groan that makes you both shiver slightly at the sudden loss of warmth.
before you can even miss him, he pulls you right against his side, wrapping one heavy arm securely around your waist and tugging the duvet up over both of your damp shoulders.
“you know how much i love you, right?”
“i love you, angel.” you say as you turn to caress his face.
he lets out a soft, contented sigh at your words, the last bit of tension completely leaving his shoulders.
he leans down to press another kiss to your lips. a slow, sweet, and lingering, a complete switch from the fire just a few moments ago.
"i mean it, ma," he murmurs against your mouth, his thumb gently tracing your jawline. "i know things have been crazy lately, but you’re my priority. always."
you rest your head on his chest, listening to the steady, reassuring thud of his heartbeat as it gradually slows down.
Jermajesty buries his face in your hair, inhaling deeply. one of his legs hooks over yours, anchoring you to him in the dark.
"don't ever keep that shit to yourself again," he whispers into the quiet room, his fingers running smooth, soothing lines up and down your bare arm.
"if you miss me, just tell me. i’ll drop whatever i’m doing. No attitudes."
you smile into the dark, your eyes growing heavy as the exhaustion of the day finally catches up to you. you wrap your arm around his torso, squeezing him tight. "i will. promise. i’m sorry." you softened your tone.
"good," he murmurs, his voice thick with sleep as he kisses the top of your head. "Now get some sleep, princess. i've got you."
warnings: established relationship, language, flirting, smut, dom!jermajesty
summary: prom night with jermajesty was supposed to end at midnight. unfortunately for your curfew, he has other plans.
everyone knew jermajesty was. he was the guy girls whispered about during class. the guy who somehow looked good in every yearbook photo. the guy who walked through the hallways like he had his own soundtrack playing behind him. but unfortunately for you.. he was also your boyfriend. which meant every girl at school spent half their time wishing they were you.
you stood in front of your bedroom mirror, staring at yourself. the dress hugged your figure perfectly, soft fabric cascading down your legs as the sunlight poured through your bedroom window. your hair was done, your makeup was done perfect, and for the first time all week, your nerves started to settle. until the sound of a car pulling into your driveway made your stomach flip. “he’s here!” your mom practically sprinted to the window. you groaned. “mom.”
“don’t ‘mom’ me. you know i need pictures girl.” of course she did. when you stepped outside, jermajesty was already standing there, and suddenly every thought left your brain. he had on black suit, loosely undone tie, hands shoved into his pockets. that stupid smile. his eyes found yours immediately, then widened. “damn.” your face heated instantly.
“hi to you too.” he laughed softly. “nah, hold on.” he walked closer. until he was standing right in front of you. “you look beautiful.” and just like that, you forgot how annoying he could be. “you clean up pretty nice too.” “i know.” and he was, the cocky jermajesty everyone knew. you rolled your eyes while he grinned. “there he is.” “missed me?” “not even a little.”“liar.”
he handed you a corsage before gently taking your wrist. and for a second, the confident guy everyone crushed on disappeared. instead, he looked nervous. like he was scared you’d reject it. your heart melted.
“it’s beautiful.” his shoulders visibly relaxed.“good.” then your moms came outside. and the next fifteen minutes were torture. pictures after pictures. jermajesty’s mother kept fixing his jacket.
your mother kept making you pose. and somehow every picture ended with jermajesty looking at you instead of the camera. “jermajesty.” “what?” “look at the lens.” “i am.” he absolutely wasn’t.
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prom felt like something out of a movie. lights hung from the ceiling, music echoed through the gym that your school had tried so hard to cover up with thousands of decorations. everyone looked older,
like for one night nobody was worried about homework or graduation. you spent the first hour with your friends. or at least you tried, because jermajesty kept appearing everywhere. you’d turn around and suddenly he’d be standing there. “are you stalking me?” “maybe.” “majesty.”
“baby.” your friends groaned. “get a room.” he just laughed. later, when a slow song started playing, he held out his hand. “come here.” you pretended to think about it. he raised an eyebrow. “don’t start. “and what if i say no?” his grin grew. “you won’t.” the worst part? he was right.
a few seconds later his hand settled on your waist. and suddenly the room disappeared. the music became background noise, the crowd faded away. it felt like it was just you and him. swaying beneath the lights. “you having fun?”“yeah.” “good.” his thumb brushed against your side. almost like he didn’t realize he was doing it. you looked up. and found him already staring at you. “what?” he shook his head. “nothing.” but his smile told you otherwise.
hours passed. the music got louder, everyone became more carefree. and eventually your phone buzzed. 11:15 pm. your stomach sank. curfew. you sighed.
“what’s wrong?” “i should probably go soon.” jermajesty’s face immediately dropped. “seriously already?” “my curfew.” he groaned dramatically. you laughed. “it’s literally midnight.” “you’re eighteen.” “and?” “and it’s prom.”
he looked around the room. “you only get this once.” you bit your lip. he wasn’t exactly wrong. “just stay a little longer.” “jer—”“one more dance.” his eyes softened “please?” you hated when he said please, because suddenly saying no became impossible. “one dance.” his grin returned instantly. “that’s my girl.”
one dance became three, three became an hour. and before you knew it, prom was ending. students were leaving, teachers were stacking chairs. the night was coming to an end. you and jermajesty found yourselves outside beneath the cool night air.the parking lot was mostly empty now. like the universe was giving you a chance to hold onto the moment just a little longer. “i don’t want tonight to end.”the words slipped out before you could stop them. jermajesty looked at you. really looked at you, then smiled. “me neither.”
for once there was no cockiness. no flirting or no joking. just honesty. he stepped closer. close enough that your heart started racing. “but we’ll have other nights.” you swallowed. “yeah?” “yeah.” his hand found yours. fingers intertwining.
like they’d always belonged there. “this is just the beginning.” and somehow, standing beneath the parking lot lights with your heels hurting and your makeup probably a mess, you believed him.
the drive home was quiet. not awkward quiet, the kind where the music played softly through the speakers while both of you sat there trying to hold onto the night for just a little longer. you watched the city lights pass outside your window, your heels kicked off somewhere in the backseat. prom was over, and yet neither of you seemed ready to say goodbye.
after a few minutes, something caught your attention. you looked up from your phone. then looked outside. then looked outside again. “majesty.”he hummed. “where are we?” a grin immediately pulled at his lips. “relax.” “jermajesty.” “what?”
“this isn’t my neighborhood.” he laughed. “i know.” you stared at him. “why do you know that?” “because i’m not taking you home yet.” your eyes widened. “excuse me?” “you heard me.” he reached over, squeezing your hand for a second before returning it to the steering wheel. “it’s prom night.” “prom night ended.” “that’s a terrible attitude.” you tried not to smile.
and you failed, miserably. “my mom is gonna kill me.” “your mom loves me.” “that’s not the point.” “it’s a pretty important point.” you shook your head while he laughed. a few minutes later, the familiar gates of the jackson property came into view. that’s when you realized exactly where he was taking you.
“jermajesty.” “yes?” “your house?” “my house.” “why?” he pulled into the driveway, parked. then turned to look at you. for the first time all night, he seemed almost nervous. “because i don’t want tonight to be over yet.” your heart immediately softened. the cocky, charming guy everyone at school obsessed over wasn’t sitting in front of you right now. he glanced toward the house. “my parents aren’t even here.” “they aren’t?”he shook his head. “they left earlier today.” you raised an eyebrow “convenient.” “i’m being serious.” he laughed. “they won’t be back until tomorrow.” you looked at the large house.
then back at him. “and what exactly is the plan?” “honestly?” “honestly.” “sit around.” he shrugged. “talk.” another shrug. “maybe watch a movie.” you narrowed your eyes. “you’re making this up as you go.” “a little.” you couldn’t help laughing. jermajesty’s smile grew. “come on.” he stepped out of the car before jogging around to your side. opening the door dramatically, holding out his hand.
“m’lady.” you groaned. “you’re so annoying.” “and yet here you are.” he wasn’t wrong. you slipped your hand into his. and let him lead you toward the house.
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some time had past and you had finished your shower as well as he did. he gave u one of his hoodies and his shorts to wear. jermajesty locks the front door behind y’all, then turns to look at you, still fresh from the shower, wearing his big hoodie that hangs past your hips. he smirks slow, eyes soft but hungry. "you look good in my clothes," he says low, walking over and cupping your face with one hand. the house is quiet, just the hum of the fridge and that one clock ticking on the wall. he leans down… lips meet yours gentle at first… then deeper.
the kiss lingers, warm, slow, full of everything y’all been feeling all night. jermajesty backs you gently against the wall, one arm caging you in while his other hand slides into your hair. he breaks the kiss just to trail soft pecks down your jaw… then to your neck. he lowered his head and you could feel his breathing on your neck, whispering right by your ear,
"baby… i’ve been thinking ‘bout this since prom started." his voice is deep velvet now. nervous? a little. but mostly ready. your breath was shaky as you tried to compose yourself from completing melting under him. “what are you waiting for? we have all not majesty.”
jermajesty exhales a shaky laugh, half nerves, half pure want, and finally closes the gap. in one smooth move, he lifts you up and carries you toward his room. his steps are steady but hurried, heart thumping loud enough that you can probably feel it through his chest.
once in the dimly lit bedroom, led lights on from earlier that he’d purposely left on, he kicks the door shut with his foot and gently lays you down on the bed. he hovers over you for a second… eyes searching yours… then kisses you again, slower this time. softer. like this is something sacred
the kiss deepens, and jermajesty slowly starts exploring, hands sliding under the hoodie you're wearing, fingertips grazing your waist. he breaks away just to pull the hoodie off over your head, then tosses it aside without looking. his eyes trail down your body in that little tank top you wore underneath… he swallows hard. "you’re so pretty," he murmurs almost like a prayer and leans back down to kiss you again while his hands glide up your sides, warm and careful.
his lips move to your collarbone, then lower, leaving soft kisses down your chest, over the fabric of the tank top. he pauses at the hem and looks up at you one more time… eyes dark with want but still asking permission without words. when you don’t stop him, he lifts slightly and gently pulls the tank off too.
cool air hits your skin for a second before his warm hands replace it, palms sliding up your bare stomach, thumbs brushing just under where it counts. his breathing is heavier now… controlled but hungry. then he leans in again, not rushing, but taking his time like this moment deserves.
jermajesty kisses down your stomach, slow and teasing, his lips soft as velvet. each kiss makes your skin tingle. he stops just above the waistband of the shorts you’re wearing, his shorts, and hooks a finger under the fabric. he looks up at you again, eyes smoldering but sweet… then slowly pulls them down with both hands, revealing more of you inch by inch.
once they're off and kicked aside somewhere on the floor, he leans back in close… presses a kiss to your hipbone… then another lower on your thigh. every touch is deliberate. every breath warm against sensitive skin. he's taking his time not because he's unsure, but because you matter too much to rush.
jermajesty lowers his head with quiet confidence, hands gently holding your hips as he kisses a soft trail downward. when he finally gets to where you want him, he pauses for half a second… then presses the first kiss there. gentle. testing. warm. then another, slightly bolder this time, and you gasp without meaning too.
he hears it, the tiny sound, and it fuels him. his lips part and he starts moving with slow rhythm, learning your body’s reactions like they’re scripture: what makes you shiver? what makes your fingers curl into the sheets?
and just like that… jermajesty becomes focused, all devotion,soft moans against sensitive skin mixing with each careful lick.
jermajesty gets into a rhythm, steady, patient, worshipful. every movement is calculated to please you, soft licks mixed with light suction where it counts most. he’s not reckless or rough, he’s almost tender, like this is something sacred.
your breathing hitches… your back arches slightly off the bed… and jermajesty notices everything, the way your chest rises fast, how one hand grips the pillow tight.
he smirks against you for half a second, then doubles down gently but firmly. his hands squeeze your thighs soothingly as he keeps going, completely lost in making youfeel good, and from the quiet sounds escaping him? yeah… he's enjoying this too.
context: you’re an up and coming actress hired to be the leading lady in one of Michael’s short films 🎥 It’s the final day of filming, and you think you’ve been imagining the energy between you two. Except, you haven’t. And the time has come for Michael to make a move before it's too late...
content warnings: graphic sexual descriptions. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
• video and year will remain unspecified. Imagine the main character as you wish. This is a 1st person style story. So you’ll be reading as if “you” are telling the story •
enjoy! xx
It’s the final day of filming, and the director shouted “cut!” for the last time about a half hour ago.
I go back to my trailer, a pit in my stomach, set to just relax for a bit before I head home, even as the rest of the crew and cast mingle. I just feel a little strange doing so. They all know each other so well, and I’m just there. I haven’t even made any friends on set besides, I guess, Michael. If he can count.
I grab a water from the counter top and take a seat, taking slow sips. Maybe I should’ve said something to Michael. Said goodbye, or perhaps asked about this little thing between us. The lingering looks, the soft compliments murmured to me during takes. “You’re doing great,” he’d smiled, rubbing my back.
It was unprofessional of me to take it so seriously. But it was like every time he touched me, electricity would zip up my spine. My skin would tingle. Butterflies erupting everywhere.
I sigh, shaking my head. How am I meant to make it as an actress if I can’t keep my heart out of these things?
I sip more water and debate on calling my agent, when there’s a knock on the trailer’s door. “Yeah?” I say.
“It’s me.” His voice makes my heart lurch. I stand, fixing my hair and adjusting my clothes before I say he can come in. The door clicks open, and he climbs the few steps up from the outside. He’s still in the costume from shooting, the bright red jacket, and slim dark pants. He smiles warmly, gently biting his lip as he takes me in. “You just disappeared.”
“I didn’t want to interrupt,” I say.
“Everyone’s waitin’ to celebrate,” he replies, so soft spoken it kind of slips me into a daze. “you don’t wanna join?”
“I’d love to.” I rush out.
“Well, come on then.” He chuckles, waving me forwards. I’m walking towards him, little heels clicking over the linoleum floor. He keeps smiling, gaze flicking over me, motions for me to go first down the stairs. I wait for him outside, and he clicks the door of my trailer shut. We walk together quietly, glancing at each other a few times as we head back onto set, back into the building. It’s dark out, super late at night, but the skies are clear.
“Pretty moon,” Michael comments. I glance up at the full moon, glowing amongst the stars. I hum and nod. “Nervous or something?”
He holds the door to the large warehouse open, where inside there’s music playing, talking and soft laughter.
“No,” I say lightly, even if I am just a little bit. He smiles, showing his teeth. He obviously doesn’t believe me, and lets me go first into the warehouse. We step inside and the cast and crew are all hanging out, sitting around on any surface that will allow it, beers in hand.
“Can I get you something?” Michael murmurs to me as we near, hand resting on my back. My cheeks flush, and I’m mumbling that anything will be fine, too focussed on where his hand is to really think about what I want.
I end up with a chilled beer, and Michael guides me to sit beside him on an equipment trunk. I sip quietly as he talks with everyone, laughing and enjoying himself, sipping his beer. I’m not much of a talker outside of acting, so I just observe, answering any questions when I’m asked.
It starts getting super late, and although I’m not sleepy, I am tipsy. I glance at my watch. I can't drive back to my hotel since I've had too much to drink. And I should probably get going before I start overthinking the way Michael is sitting so close to me that our shoulders and thighs keep brushing. I can smell his cologne, and it's messing with me.
The energy is there again, humming between us despite us not speaking directly to each other. At first I thought I was imagining it entirely, but a few of the crew keep glancing between us, then looking to each other with knowing smirks, hiding it behind their beers. Perhaps I've made it insanely obvious that I think he's crazy attractive and that I'm into him. Maybe it's all over my damn face.
"I should probably get going," I murmur, putting down my half finished beer. I'm embarrassed. My career is just starting, I've only done a few movies, and even though they're doing well, I still feel like I'm a rookie. Developing a crush on a co-star is humiliating, and the fact everyone can see it is even worse.
Michael glances up at me as I stand, "thanks for the beer, and for everything else," I smile, wobbling a bit in my kitten heels. Okay, perhaps I'm more than tipsy. "Bye everyone!" I say, waving at the rest of the crew. Some have already left, but most of the dancers and stuff have stayed, drinking and talking, making plans to take this party out on the town, to some bars or clubs. I'm walking away as I get a few calls of goodbye and thanks, heading for the warehouse door.
I can't drive to my hotel since I'm way over the limit, but perhaps I can find a payphone and call a cab.
"wait," Michael jogs after me, "you don't want to go out?" he asks, stepping ahead of me so I stop walking.
"are you?" I ask.
"No," he huffs, smiling, his eyes are a little dazed. He's had just as many beers as I have. Maybe he's tipsy too. "I... uh..." he trails off, then rubs the back of his neck. "I was actually wondering if you wanted to hang out." he looks down at me, doe eyes earnest. "With, um, just me."
"Right now?" I ask.
"Sure," he nods, "unless... you don't want to. That's okay, too."
"It's almost midnight," I murmur, but like I said before, I'm not exactly tired. The opposite. My mind and body are completely wide awake. "where would we go?"
"we could take a walk."
I laugh, blushing hard. this is so... but I find myself agreeing anyway. He grins big, cheeks pinking, then tips his head towards the door. "Alright," he nods, "we'll take that walk."
I giggle as he shows me the way. We step out into the night air, cool breeze wafting over us. I adjust the short dress I'm wearing, pulling down the hem. Michael immediately slides off his red jacket and offers it to me, leaving him in just a white t-shirt. "Thanks," I smile, sliding it on. It smells like him, and my head spins as I take a deep breath. My body warms, and I try to ignore it.
"So," Michael begins as he tucks his big hands into his pants pockets. "You're an actress."
"Yes," I laugh softly. He already knows this about me. We walk slowly, close together.
"I saw your latest film," he continues, "amazing. You're very talented."
"Thanks," I beam.
"You like doing horror?" he asks. "I haven't seen you in anything else."
"It's my preferred niche," I reply, "I've got the scream for it." I add, giggling softly and glancing at him. He's smiling, but his eyes are gliding down over me. I look away before he sees that I saw him do that.
"Yeah, it's why I asked for you, actually."
"My scream?"
"Yes, but, uh, you have very expressive eyes," he explains softly, "and a nice face, too. You look great on camera. Very pretty." he adds, speaking just a little quieter. He doesn't look at me, and gently bites his lip, squinting one eye, like he's trying not to cringe at himself.
I don't know what to say. I just smile, feeling pleased with myself and bashful all at the same time. I'd been told the casting was random. I'd auditioned, I'd waited for a casting call back. This whole time he'd asked for me specifically. "Thank you," I say finally, after a few seconds of quiet. "This is a massive opportunity for me. I'm really grateful."
He smiles, and our eyes meet. It's there again, that humming energy, the one that makes my whole body feel like it's being pulled towards him whilst tingling all over.
We're doing a small loop of the studio grounds that the video was being shot in. There are multiple warehouses, most are empty or being prepped for a movie or something. But because of the crazy late hour, it's silent, and very dark, aside from the singular lamps hanging over the main doors to get into each separate building.
I glance at Michael's lips, then back to his eyes. I'm definitely not imagining it. His pupils are swollen, even in the low light as we pass one of those spotlights over the doors, I can see it. "You wanna take a look inside?" he asks, nodding to one of the doors. His voice has lowered and rasped a little. My core clenches around nothing, startling me slightly.
"Is it open?" I ask, breathlessly.
He smiles slyly, stepping around me, but still keeps close enough that he brushes behind me. His hand then takes mine, gently pulling me behind him. He tries the door, and surprisingly, it's unlocked. Though I guess it doesn't really matter. Even just to get onto the property you need to get through the gate and there's security patrolling everywhere.
We slip inside, and Michael feels the wall for the main light switches. They wink on, electricity humming. I gasp, taking in the sight before us. A whole sci-fi ship, one half completely open, obviously so they can film, but it looks insanely real. Seats, wall panels, even the desks that house the fake computers for navigating. "Oh my god, look at this!"
I hurry forwards. I want to touch everything, but I keep my hands to myself as Michael trails behind me, hands in his pockets again.
"I wonder what film this is for," I say, glancing back at him. He's got his head cocked, dark eyes on me. He shrugs with a soft smile, brows flicking up. My eyes stick to him, that heat coming back. We're alone, tipsy, it's late... we've spent the last two weeks pretending to flirt for the camera.
There are only a few lights on inside here, so the majority of the room is still in shadow. I glance at Michael again, then turn, hoping I'm reading into this right as I send a coy look over my shoulder, and walk through a doorway towards the back of this spaceship, where it's darker. His smile widens, and he follows.
The set continues to another room. It's slightly separate from the bridge, and looks more like an office space. It has those futuristic panels, so I know it's still meant to be part of the ship. There's a low white sofa that curves around two walls, a coffee table with a fake window that has a green screen on the outside. Here, the main lights only just reach, casting most of this room in shadows. It's intimate, and quiet.
I turn towards Michael again, looking at him through my lashes.
It's now or never.
And I want it to be now.
He swallows, moves towards me, glancing me over slowly, taking me in. "been going crazy this last week," he murmurs in that gentle, soft spoken voice.
"Yeah?"
He nods, "couldn't figure out if you were into me or not."
I exhale whilst licking my lips. He's close to me now, watching me intently.
"Me too," I whisper.
His brows lift, then he's smiling a little, looking from my lips to my eyes. He bites his lip again, dragging his teeth over the soft flesh before he grins. "Good," he murmurs, eyes fixed on my lips now. "so we feel the same way."
I know he's going to kiss me. He steps forward, and I step back. All that bashfulness leaving him, and in its wake, is a man with a mission. It's thrilling, seeing him like this. And very sexy. He steps closer, and I shift back again, playing shy.
My heart's pounding against my ribs as he nears me again, focus intensifying. I've excited him, and this time I don't step back. I let him reach for my hips and touch me, bring me closer to him. He's gentle, but firm, those big hands staying on me as he dips his head.
He hovers his lips over mine, waiting for me to close the distance. I do a second later, arms sliding up over his shoulders, bring him closer. Then we're kissing, lips locked, hips pressed together. I tilt my head so he can get better access to my mouth. He groans softly, grip on my hips tightening before he slides his palms back over my ass and squeezes. I moan into his mouth, heat building beneath my skin quickly.
When his tongue slides into my mouth, I melt in his arms. He kisses so well. My head's spinning, as he grazes his hands over me, pulling me flush against his body.
He guides us a step back, towards the couch. Then he slowly turns us, breaks the kiss and sits down, eyes never once leaving me. I'm climbing on top of him, straddling his thighs, and he's holding my hips again as I lean back in to kiss him.
It intensifies between us, and Michael's shifting underneath my hips, groaning softly into my mouth as I moan in response, loving how handsy and eager he's being. I break the kiss to breathe, and he moves onto my neck, licking and sucking on the skin until it's so sensitive that it feels erotic.
I reach for his pants, undoing the button and zips. He pauses. I stop. "Do you not want to?" I whisper, lustful daze husking my voice.
"I do," he says, light voice gone and in its place is a completely different one. Lower, raspier. I lean back to look at him. "I don't have anything with me."
"That's okay," I murmur. I don't even know what I'm saying.
"Do you want to stop?"
"No," I breathe, looking into his eyes. I wait for him to be the voice of reason. My whole body is electrified, anticipating having him. But he only glances over me again, gazing at my thigh spread over his lap, the dress having ridden up.
He undoes his pants and excitement surges through me.
I'm already wet, and don't really need any foreplay, but Michael reaches between my thighs anyway, gently caressing my covered slit. Pleasure tingles through me, and I moan breathlessly, arousal seeping out of me intensely. He doesn't say anything, but I glance over his face, drinking in that dazed look as he feels how ready I am.
I reach for his pants again, smoothing my palm over his crotch, feeling his hardness under his boxers. He inhales, and his fingers press into me a little harder, more eager to touch me. I kiss him again, moulding my mouth with his as I pull him free of his boxers, wrap my hand around him.
He shudders, moaning softly as I massage him slowly. He slides my panties to the side, caressing his fingertips through my soaking slit as we kiss, then eases two inside me. I gasp, and he retreats.
"Was that too hard?" he asks quietly, eyes heavy lidded.
"No," I whisper, wanting his hand back. I pump him a little faster, and he shudders again, and slides his fingers back into me. I'm dripping down his hand, body so ready that I can hardly wait. I moan against his mouth, bite his bottom lip. A little warm liquid drips down over my knuckles from his tip and I smile, giggling softly.
"Sorry," he whispers, "excited."
"Me too." I let him go and lick his premium off my hand.
He smiles wide, then is biting his own lip, cheeks flushed deep pink beneath that gorgeous brown skin. Then I'm leaning up, not wanting to wait longer. He holds himself in place, eyes so big and doe like as he watches me intently. I ease down onto him, holding my panties to the side, and breathe out a moan as he slides inside, filling me.
Michael's eyelids flutter, his next groan sends tingles all over. I ride him slowly, holding onto his slim broad shoulders, pleasure coursing wildly through my veins.
I'm moaning in time with my own rhythm, rocking on his lap, grinding him deep inside me. I don't know what's come over me, maybe it's the alcohol or just the fact we've been teasing each other for two weeks shooting his short film without realising it.
Michael moans with me, leaning back fully against the couch, hands on my hips, guiding me back and forth. His gaze slides over me, unable to decide what he wants to watch: my breasts bouncing, still tucked under this tight dress, or my hips, or my pouting lips.
My hips speed up, chasing that feeling rising from my toes. My head tips back, and I'm freely moaning, not caring about being quiet. Michael sits up, and gently pulls down the front of my dress, and presses his face into my cleavage as I ride him, hands holding my breasts to him. "So pretty," he murmurs, voice rasped still from lust.
I giggle, but then my orgasm hits me. I'm trembling on his lap, panting through my moans. "Oh my god," I breathe, heart racing, hips still working as I bring Michael closer and closer to finishing. He pulls back, watching me move, eyelashes fluttering. He's close, and tensing, jaw working.
He groans, hands snapping to my hips, "I'm gonna--" he begins before he cuts himself off, and his whole body twitching in time with how hard he's finishing.
I sigh, riding that high with him, kissing his cheeks, rubbing his shoulders. He's breathing hard, leaning his upper body into me. "That was amazing," he sighs, big hands rubbing my thighs. "'my god."
I smile, wondering how to get up and off him without making a mess, and eventually I figure it out. He sorts himself out before disappearing for a couple minutes, coming back with tissues in hand to help clean me up. It's sweet, and it makes me feel all warm as he murmurs kind things then helps me redress.
He walks me back to where everyone else still seems to be, then asks one of his guys to give me a lift to my hotel, whilst another one of them offers to drive my car behind, and catch a lift back with the other.
"I'll call you, I promise." Michael says softly as I ready myself to leave by the car, feeling a little self conscious wondering if everyone knows we just had sex. I'm still wearing his red jacket, and he's made no effort to take it off me. I try to give it back, but he shakes his head. "Keep it, it's cold tonight."
"Alright," I smile, "well, goodnight," I say quietly, and lean up to kiss his cheek before I slip into the car. He closes it for me, smiling widely, then waits, to watch the car pull away.
I don't expect anything beyond tonight. He's a busy guy, and this was only meant to be work.
I get back, take a shower and crash.
To my surprise though, the next morning... he calls. And the next day, and the day after that...
happy Saturday y'all! this was just a silly little thing, a fun one shot for the thriller era because he's just so cute and scrummy and I wanna bite him. anyway, I have some more fun ideas for Michael's thriller/thrad/bad eras, as one shots, not full fic's like my others, so yeah, if you'd like to see more, let me know! <3
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in which thrillerera!michael and fem!celeb!reader get a little carried away in the backseat of michael's new ride .ᐟ
content warnings - switch!mikey, smut ,f oral p in v, shit pacing, as it is 3am. mike being desperate asf srry
long fic warning! wc - 2.3k sheesh
established relationship!! porn with like half a plot
authors note - hi! im totally not scared to upload my first fic omg haha why would you ever suggest that...! what stage of grief is this , also sorry if the smut is lackluster, this was my first time ever writing it.
michael's foot tapped impatiently (nervously), against the cobblestone porch.
he'd been waiting for you, for far to long at this point. the sun was already dipping into the horizon, casting a heavenly peach over the multistory house michael was nearly ready to break into, in anticipation.
he raised his closed fist once again, right before his knuckles made contact with the wooden door, it suddenly opened.
you stood there, head tilting slightly at the sight of the tall man. michael’s heart skipped a beat, It was evident that hed drawn you from whatever relaxation youd finally managed to find, by the state of you. he'd seen many beautiful girls in his day, but there was something effortless about you, eyes he could never say no to—curtained by lashes, nearly fawn like in his mind. soft lips he was sure hed be the first and last to kiss, the gentle glow of the light behind you hugged your curves; taunting him to trace his gaze down the nightgown adorned on your frame.
you are desire personified.
"michael? i thought we were meeting up tomorrow?." you say with soft inquire, rubbing the sleep that lingered on your eyes.
michael's outstretched hand awkwardly lingered before dropping to his side, then reaching up to scratch his neck. he let out a breathy giggle, looking away briefly before speaking.
"i know, i know—but you know how long its been since ive been to see you? with all your shoots? speaking of which, i got an early copy of your vogue cover, maybe it was worth the wait.” he mumbled, small nervous smile, though you two had been together long enough, you made him feel like a giddy, juvenile fan; which he couldnt deny he wasnt.
your small smile stretches to a grin as you shake your head at his words. “howd you even get that? theyve barely began manufacturing?”
The man shrugs “im desperate enough.”
You let out a genuine laugh at that, which shoots straight south on michael, he felt a greedy satisfaction at being able to make you laugh like that.
“oh, i also forgot to mention, i bought a car today.” michael says simply, as if reciting the weather.
you blink once—twice, then speak. “im sorry, a car?”
he shrugs.
you stare blankly for a breath before nodding slowly.
“i forget you are you sometimes.”
his smile is gentle, “i also drove it here, i wanted you to see it before anyone else, other than bill...and uh—paparazzi”
your eyebrows raise in intrigue, “thats bold.”
he giggles softly nodding. “Maybe, but i have a sneaking suspicion youll think it is worth it.”
you step past the threshold of the door, shutting it behind you swiftly, facing michael.
"well i wont hold you back any longer, where is it?" you say, looking past his broad frame, trying to steal a peak. which his figure doesnt allow
his features light up like a christmas tree, he prompts his hand, which you easily take.
he made it a step and a half before rambling about the features of said car, something about horsepower, milage, many things you dont have the interest in retaining, so instead you listen to his endearingly excited tone, his free hand expressing his words further as he leads you around the side of the house, to the guest driveway.
“michael, you bought a fucking cadillac?” you gasped.
the car was undoubtedly impressive, it looked like it morphed straight out of '58. cherry red complimenting the body, flashy white lining the rims and top. your mouth agape slightly, as you broke away from michael's hand to take a closer look.
you walk to the passenger side, peering into the windows, white leather seats gleamed, a lighter red then the rest of the car encapsulated the dash. the cherry and vanilla swirled effortlessly through the entirety of the interior.
as you were preoccupied, micheal was focused on much different things. he swallowed thickly as his eyes directly tracing the curve of your ass, the nightgown hid very little to the imagination, it seemed to taunt him every time you bent further, blanketing the silky skin beneath.
his arms crossed over his body, as if attempting to shield himself from the lust sinking into his bones. gaze trailing up your arched spine, he nearly choked on the jagged air he tried to maintain. Those two weeks apart were fully catching up to him.
you turn suddenly, causing michael to snap his gaze down to the concrete beneath his shoes. your eyebrows furrow slightly.
"mikey?"
"yes, my dear?" he muttered under his breath weakly
"are you okay? did something happen?" you walked the short distance to him quickly, gently placing your hands on his biceps.
he finally meets your gaze, awkward smile drifting up his features, as he nods. He is now noticing the way your eyebrows upturn in worry, is the same look he entices when he is balls deep in you. great timing.
"yes, sorry--i was just distracted." his arms unfold, hands landing on your waist. "its unlocked,” he notions to the car with a nod. “the uh, inside is bigger than it let's on." he nudges you gently, you linger slightly on the unease, but ultimately accept his answer with a nod.
his hand moves to the small of your back when you turn, he leads the both of you to the doors, he opens the passenger for you. you take extra caution when entering, worried even sitting on the seats would ruin them — this makes michael chuckle under his breath.
hes quickly at the driver's side, sliding in with ease. he glances to you, “baby, youre not gonna make the car implode by getting comfortable.” he teases gently, which elicits a half pout from you. he cant help himself from letting his eyes drift to your glossy plump lips, he felt like a pure sinner imagining the things he wanted to do between them. when you looked down, poking softly at the button and nobs lining the dash, he took his time to notice the swell of your breasts. I mean who could blame him, when the cold dusk air caused your nipples to harden. he noted the lack of bra, before biting his lip slightly, looking away. His pants never felt more constricting.
"you like it?" his uneven voice suddenly filled the quiet car, you nod with a bright smile. " 's beautiful mikey, but don't you think its a little flashy for someone who wants to be under cover? what will your dad think about this? You know how he is with money…" you inquire with a tilt of your head.
michael laughed shortly, shaking his head. "well I dunno, I thought yknow...with the album out and the success of that…I should treat myself." he shrugged slightly, eyes catching your gaze. “plus a busted dodge dart could leave those gates and still be followed, hayvenhurst is never clear of wandering eyes.” the last part quieter
you nod slowly, you guessed that made sense.
you suddenly break the short silence. "yknow, I haven't exactly 'treated' you for the album either..." your words were careful.
what michael had failed to note, was the reflection in the windows earlier was practically a mirror; you clocked his desperate gaze almost instantly. and it was certainly no secret with the tent in his pants he made no effort to conseal.
mikes breath quickened as the mood suddenly shifted. he was delayed to a awkwardly quick nod.
“and you know,” you say slower, leaning over ever so slightly to caress his thigh. “The vogue shoot took so long, and that was so nerve racking…” your eyes drift slowly to his. His blood runs cold.
"well, um, I dont want you to feel like you have to d-" michael began, eyes shifting from your delicate touch, to your eyes rapidly.
you huffed, leaning over the console to quickly catch the man's lips. michael's brain short circuited, taking a second to late to match the kiss.
he was glad you took the initiative. yes, you had been intimate before, but you still made him so jittery; with the expectation to please you. your hand reached to lay against his jaw, as you moved together desperately. His hands flew to your sides, clawing to get you closer. he gained a bit of gull, his tongue found the entrance to your lips, desperate to get past you let him; not without a struggle of dominance—which you ultimately won once he pulled away
a string of saliva lewdly connected you together, his breath fanned against your lips as he took a second to let his lungs catch up. "the backseat–its uh, nice." he winced slightly at his maladroit words.
you couldnt help the giggle that left your lips, "you're such a dork, mike." you say, teasingly. michaels face blossoms burgundy.
your eyes drag over his handsome features, before kissing his cheek briefly. You brace yourself on your knees, quickly moving to climb to the back seat. Michaels hand shoots up to aid you. In the maneuver, you made no attempt to hide the accentuation of your ass as you bent to reach the seat..
he swallowed as he shamelessly you watched over.
to say he was lost, was an understatement. He was sure he was in heaven. Your plush thighs squeezing his head, hands tangled in his hair as he got to devour you, completely. His tongue moved feverishly over your pearl, circling it, before slowly licking up your slit, where he pistoned two fingers in and out quickly, bending at every breach to assault the spongy spot inside of you. Your moans erupted throughout the small cabin, fingers grasping in a frenzy. long lost were your concerns of wrecking the freshly refurbished seats; as you arched deliciously into michaels face. He groaned into your puffy pussy, shivers rattled up your spine. “missed this—missed you.” he mumbles, before continuing his attack on your sensitive bud.
“m–mikey!” your head threw back as he sucked. “oh michael!---please!--dont stop!”
his free hand gripped the flesh of your thigh, leaving an angry mark in its wake. you weren't able to form the words before you released. your back arched once more, chasing the crashing feeling, pornographic moan following suit, as your thighs trembled.
he lapped desperately, causing you to whine at the overwhelming sensation. “mikey—!”
he pulled off, a shiteating grin finding his glistening lips. “sorry baby.” his hazy eyes met yours as he shamelessly sucked you off his fingers. You looked away quickly, flushed cheeks deepening.
He leaned up, gently but firmly moving your face to meet his, encapsulating you in a deep kiss, you tasted yourself on him. Whining below him he pulled away. “Need more—please, michael.” if he didnt know better you nearly looks distressed. He moved his hands to his belt, quickly moving to kiss slowly down your esophagus, as the metal of his belt clinked, unbuckling, he quickly shoved the pants down, he didnt even bother sliding them off fully. he stroked himself once, then twice. your lustful gaze watching his hand, you adjusted on your elbows, reaching to replace his hand. his breath sputtered under your grasp, but he let you take over, dropping his hand to your waist.
you stroked slowly a few times, before finding his gaze. he looked heartbreakingly handsome above you, sweat gently glistening his forehead, damp curls cascading down. lips red and puffy. your pussy clenched around nothing as you looked back down to his cock; angry red tip wet with pre cum. you gently guided him forward, to your entrance.
he winced above you as his tip breached you, the stretch was noticeable as your eyebrows upturned. he gently took your hand wrapped around his cock, aiding you slightly quicker into you. you let out a broken moan once he bottomed out. he faltered slightly, having to readjust his arms caging you. his pace was antagonizingly slow, you gently started bucking your hips up, his cock slid in and out easily, coated with your slick. he stifled a grunt ad he lifted slightly, finding a better angle in the tight space. angling upward had him even more deep within you, his resolved cracked at the pathetic moan that left your lips. he quickly pushed all the way in.
his pace was brutal, the built up tension, distance, and time all came crashing through michael as he thrusted in and out of you. “y–youre so deep!” you cried out, the car shook with every drag of his cock.
“you–you feel so good, baby, so tight— imagined you like this for so long.” his eyes were squeezed shut as he fucked into you nearly primally. you clung to him, nails digging into the sweaty shirt sticking to his form. the ache of your small claws sent shivers down his spine as he went impossibly quicker.
you felt him twitch inside of you, you clenched tightly, causing his head to fly back. “p–please, please keep doing that! baby–i– youre gonna make me cum, please baby!” his pathetic groans, had the tightening band in your stomach coil tighter.
“come in me–michael, please!” you begged feverishly. his hips wretched fully forward, stilling as deep as he could reach, bending down next to your ear, your senses overwhelmed by him.. “my pretty model–my pretty girl, y’gonna look so pretty carrying my babies.” he grunted out, small thrusts finding his hips as his seed released into you, with a broken whine. you came soon after. coil snapping violently, as your release washed over you euphorically.
michael pulled away enough to meet your gaze, gently shifting the locks of hair thatd fallen infront of your flushed features. he smiled warmly. “i think that was a good way to break in the new cadillac.”
you grimaced quietly, unable to help your breathy giggle. “youre a pervert.”
holy shit i pulled an all nighter to finish this bitch. please forgive the awkward transition to smut! as this was my first time writing it...smile.
anywho! hope you enjoyed this! and thank you to the people who waited!! ask or req anything else if youre interested! im now gonna try and figure out how to make a master list!! pray for me.
