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đŠđđ˘đŤđ˘đ§đ : policeman!michael jackson x f!reader (au)
đŹđŽđŚđŚđđŤđ˛: speeding along the freeway, a policeman pulls you over with a punishment in mind.
đ°đđŤđ§đ˘đ§đ : smut, 18+, p-in-v, creampie, fingering, car sex, semi-public sex, mean!mike, groping (consented), corrupt police officer? but readers into it, use of pet names âsweetheartâ âbabyâ âŚis this too freaked out?
đđŽđđĄđ¨đŤâđŹ đ§đ¨đđ: that pic of him brought this idea straight into my sick mind âŚenjoy! btw i do not condone speeding, itâs a very dangerous and reckless thing to do which can injure/end the lives of many, including yourselfâso drive safe! i lowk got lost in the sauce whoopsies âŚthis ainât for everyone but i had fun tehehe
82MPH in a 70 probably wasnât the wisest idea youâd ever had.
It was lateâ2am to be exactâand youâd just finished a gruelling, tiring shift at the diner, and were ready for the sweet haven that was your bed. There wasnât a car in sightâfull beams illuminating the road ahead of you, the only thing visible was dust, straw that had escaped from the back of a truck, lingering on the ground, and the occasional litter that shot up into the air from the wind that your beat-up Toyota blasted past it.
You were naive, though, to believe that late into this Saturday evening, on July 4th weekend, prompting your later-than-usual finish, that a certain black Chevrolet Caprice wouldnât be hiding in the shadows to find a reckless law-breaker such as yourself. The thankful thought to slow down never hit you as you cruised along, completely forgetful to the fact that Police often roamed around later than usual on a busier, popular weekend such as this one.
But, not to worryâyou were soon reminded!
Red and blue blasting lights consumed your vision in your rear-view mirror, as well as a patronisingly infamous siren screaming at you into the quiet night, as you whizzed past a hidden vehicle behind a cluster of trees.
âFuck! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuckââ You panicked instantly, pressing on the brake to slow down to a comfortable 68MPH, before the familiar Police car caught up to your speed, tailing behind you closely.
The sirens never let up, neither did the lights, and that only meant one thingâPull over.
âOh, fuck, shit, shit, shhhhiiit!â
Panicked adrenaline pumped through you instantlyâhands shaking as you indicated right, pulling over messily to an old dirt lay-by area, the gravel crunching under your tires as you slowed to a stop. The sleek â81 Chevrolet joined youâparking a few metres behind you, for safety precautions, the sirens finally halting.
âDonât panic, donât panicâbreathe, breathe, breathe.â You affirmed to yourself, closing your eyes briefly to focus on your breathing, hands trembling in your lap as you prayed for a humble, generous Officer that would show you mercy.
In your right wing-mirror, you gazed anxiously, awaiting the Officer to exit their car, and ruin your night with a $75 ticket. But, as the luckiest lady you were, a tall, slim, young male emerged from the carâadjusting his belt, adorned with a .38 Special service revolver hanging along his upper-thigh, and a flash-light, that was being pulled from its sleeve, and flicked on as he approached your car.
Bingo!
You knew exactly how to get out of this one.
With swift, nimble fingers, you popped open the top three buttons of your pink blouse, âRickyâs Dinerâ embroidered on your left breast now folded over to slightly conceal your place of workâbefore grabbing a handful of your breasts, and pushing then further together in your bra.
A Policeman is a man at the end of the dayâand what man can resist a poor lady with her tits out in the middle of the night!
You jumped slightly as the hard plastic of his flashlight banged against your window. Your head flew in the direction of the noise, and swallowed thickly as you reached for the lever, winding down the mucky glass slowly.
âLicence and registration, please.â
Your heart stopped as you met the dark eyes of the Policeman in front of youâthis was about to get real good. He was etherealâquite possibly the most beautiful man youâd ever laid eyes on, staring broodily down at you. For a second, his gaze flickered as it met your own, the corners of his mouth twitching up into a smug smirk, as his eyes shamelessly dropped to your exposed cleavage, before trailing back up to your eyes.
Flirting was going to be real easy when he looked like that.
He was dressed in a dark, fitted navy long-sleeve shirt that hugged the curve of his biceps deliciously, paired with deep black trousers, and black boots on his large feet. Alongside the matching navy blue peaked cap upon his trained set of dark curls on his head, a twinkling silver badge, with âLAPDâ etched into its shape, rest upon his clothed left breast, and on the other side a nameplate above the right pocket that read âM.JACKSONââHe looked edible.
âEvening, Officer Jackson.â You started, eyes never leaving his own as you dug through your glovebox, âWhatâs the reasoning for this?â
âDonât play dumb with me, lilâ lady.â The man breathed out a short laugh, âLicence, now, please.â
âYes, Sir.â You answered, drawled and sensual, lip coming between your teeth as you handed both documents to him.
âMaâam, are you aware of how fast you were goinâ back there?â He spoke smoothly, voice laced with a thick accent that you had clenching your thighs together involuntarily.
âNo, Officer, Iâm sorry âŚwas I going a little too fast?â You feigned innocence, eyelashes fluttering as you cocked your head to the side.
âJust a lilâ bit, maâam.â Officer Jackson spoke, fighting a smirk at your faux-innocence, â82 in a 70.â
You gasped fakely, âNo! Was I really? Oh, well, Officer, I am deeply sorry. Just tryna get home after a long shift, yâknow how it is, Sir, hm?â
âI sure do, maâam, but I stay under the limit.â He shot back smartly, âJust headinâ home after work, were ya?â
âYes, Sir.â You nodded, gaze still locked on his, âCanât wait to get home, take off all my tight, sweaty clothes and get in a warm shower.â
You didnât miss the way his jaw clenched at your wordsâtongue darting out to wet his lips as his eyes trailing to your conveniently pressed up breasts again, before finally landing on the documents in his grasp. He shon the light of his beaming flashlight directly at the plastic card of your personal information in his handsâvision raking over the numbers and letters.
âMaâam, are you aware your licence is expired?â
Fuck.
âIâumââ
âHm? Whatâs the excuse now, maâam?â He taunted, the smug smirk finally reaching his lips as he peered down at you.
âI âŚuh, I wasnât aware, Officer, Iâm sorry. Workâs been hectic, I havenât had chance to check it.â You spoke, honestly this time.
He hummed suspiciously, eyes once again flickering over your face, chest, and dropping to your short skirt that danced along your upper thighs, exposing the skin to his wondering eyes under the spotlight of his light.
âWhereâd you say you worked again?â Officer Jackson pressed, cocking an eyebrow as he stared at your provocative outfit.
âI didnât, Sir.â
âIs that a refusal to answer Police questioning?â
Shitâwhat?
âNoâno! I work at Rickyâs, down on 4th.â You answered honestly, âWorked there for 5 years now.â
âAh, I know it. Opposite the KFC, right?â
You giggled genuinely, âYes, thatâs the one. Been real hard gettinâ customers with such a big chain across the street.â
He hummed again, more of a satisfied noise this time, allowing a small smile to grow on his face, âWell, youâre outta luck, girl, âcause I love KFC.â
âWell, if you stopped by some time I could show you some real cooking.â And the charm was back onâgame time!
With an elbow on the window, your hand pressed under your chin, and a sweet, toothy smileâyou put the magnitude of your flirting to its maximum.
âI see what youâre doinâ, maâam.â He started, the smirk, however, never leaving his face, âYâknow itâs a felony offence to attempt to seduce your way out of a citation?â
â âŚUhââ
âMaâam, can you step out of the vehicle for me, please?â
Well, shit. The idea that just because he was hot, that heâd succumb to your devious flirting was a stupid one. That citation, and even an arrest with a court date scheduled, had your name written all over it now.
You compliedâswitching off the engine, and popping the door open to swing your legs out. Hitting the gravel road, your legs shook in panic as your undecided fate lay in the hands of the painfully attractive man before you, who was now eyeing you up and down slowlyâtaking in your slightly trembling frame, clad in your matching pink blouse and skirt, and black kitten heels over your pedicured toes.
âLittle slutty for a diner, hm?â
You gasped softlyâthe nonchalance and causality of his crude words hit you suddenly, your mouth falling ajar.
âExcuse me? Who do you think youâre talking to like thaââ
âMaâam, thereâs no need to get aggressive.â He interrupted, the smile permanent on his face, as a hand came out in front of him, âIf you donât calm down, Iâll have to detain you.â
âWhat the fuck? Detain me? For what?â
âTwo feloniesâspeeding and expired license.â Officer Jackson recalled, âAnd possibly aggravation towards a Police Officer.â
âYou just called me a slut, Sir, Iââ
âMaâam, I told you to calm down already.â Oh, this guy was playing a real sick game right now, âThis is your last warning.â
You scoffed, words failing you as you eyed the man in-front of you. You werenât sure whether he was a seriously corrupt Police Officer who strived off making money and arrests to innocent, vulnerable women, or an aroused, perverted fiend just like yourself. And with the way he was licking his lips, wetting the skin, as he gazed dreamily at your exposed chestâyou were sure it was the latter.
And you were more than into it.
âIâm so sorry, Sir,â You pouted, welling up faux-tears in your eyes as the flirtatious charm sprang back into life, âIâm just so nervousâfeel my heart, itâs beatinâ right outta my chest.â
Without giving him any time to process your next move, your hand clasped around his extended hand, and pressed it directly against your bare chestâdeliberately smushing his dark brown palm into the plush of your breasts.
âSee? You just make me so nervous, Officer.â
âTurn around.â
The gruffness of his usual soft tone made you widen your eyes suddenlyâlip coming back between your lips, as you willingly turned around. Your heart hammered loudly in your chestâwhether it was genuine nerves or the thrill of being so close to such an attractive man, you werenât sureâprobably both.
âJust a mandatory pat-down.â He spoke lowly, his chest mere inches from your back as he stepped closer, his voice dropping to a low grumble behind your head, âDo I have your consent, maâam?â
âYes, Officer.â You breathed, voice shaken as you braced yourself for his hands against your body, trembling in ecstatic anticipation.
âGood girl.â
He didnât miss the way you gaspedâbreath catching in your throat as he chuckled darkly. Your eyes fluttered shut as his hands met your tensed shoulders, rubbing the skin quicklyâhis hands were warm and large, covering substantial surface area of your arms as he made his way down. His hands smoothed down your back slower this time, sliding to follow the curve of your waist, and around your middleâfingers curling over the plush of your stomach. By the time he crouched down, hands patting over your exposed legs, prickling with goosebumps, you had been biting your lip so hard you tasted bloodâit had been a long time since youâd been touched, by anyone, let alone being pat down by a divine man such as the one behind you.
âOh!â
The word left you before you could stop yourself as his two large palms cascaded over the round of your behindâeach cupping a cheek of your ass, kneading gently. He could easily play it off as attempting to feel for any weaponry, but the way he was toying with the plushness of the skin was hard not to interpret as sexual.
âNeed me to stop, lilâ lady?â He whispered, breath hot against the back of your ear as he rose to his feet once more, hands now sliding across your lower back, and back to your waist.
âNâNo, itâs okay. Keep going.â
God, you sounded patheticâyour voice broken and wobbling, chest heaving as his thumb trailed across the side of your breasts, your jaw instantly clenching at the sensation.
Soon enough, his hands cupped the swell of your clothed breastsâpalms gliding over your now pebbled nipples, fully erect from the sensual touching. Involuntarily, your back arched into the touch, a quiet, almost inaudible mewl left your gnawed lipsâYou froze. As did he.
In the silence of the dark freeway, it was hard to miss the way you just moaned at a Police Officer groping your breasts for a mandatory search. Even the quietest of whimpers hit his perked up ears, his hands stilling around the mounds.
âWell, well.â He murmured, voice husky, âWhat are we gonna do with you, girl?â
Another noise left you as his thumb, deliberately, trailed against your left nippleâthe pebbled nub rolling over the pad tantalisingly slow.
âOfficer, Iââ
âShhh, itâs okay.â He whispered, chest pressing against your back, hands still tracing over your clothed breasts, âI think a strip-search is in order, Iâm not satisfied youâre not concealing any weapons.â
You swallowed thickly, turning around slowly, his hands leaving your chest, your blown-out pupils meeting his own. Your hands, now shaking from anticipatory excitement, reached for your shirtâpainfully slowly popping open each button, the blouse coming increasingly more loose as you finally reached the last button. Even as you slid the shirt from your body, your lacy, black bra on full display, your gazed never slipped from his faceâeven when his vision locked on your exposed breasts. His lip, just like yours had been, was caught tightly between his teeth, as if he was fighting every urge to not break any code or agreement heâd signed once he started the jobâbut, he was already too far gone. Especially when you unzipped your skirt at the back, and let it fall to the floor in a swift dropânow, half-naked in your matching undergarments and high-heels.
âWell,â He croaked, throat going extremely dry as his eyes raked over your bare frame, âI didnât say leave those on.â
âYou want me to go all the way, Officer?â You breathed, licking your lips.
âHmm.â Officer Jackson hummed, nodding briskly.
Your hands crawled behind you, fiddling with the clasp, before popping it openâletting it fall off your arms. You fought a grin as Officer Jacksonâs breath hitched in his throatâteeth grinding together as he eyed your swell breasts, nipples hardened from equal parts the cold, crisp air, and the arousal that flowed through your veins like electricityâpooling in the panties you were now sliding down your legs.
You didnât even care that you were stark naked in front of the stranger before youâpussy and tits in his complete vision as he eye-fucked you, hunger dazzling in his eyes even in the dark.
âThis better, Sir?â
âMuch.â He mumbled, nodding slowly, âBut, a physical exam is still required.â
âAnd how does that work, Officer?â You questioned, feigning stupidityâyou knew exactly what that meant, and every fibre of your being was praying to God that heâd take those large hands of his and fuck you senseless with them.
He stepped closer, the intoxicating scent of his cologne, deep and musky, danced around in your nostrilsâthe smell dizzying and sending you breathless as he towered over you. Up close, you really got to look at himâhe had dangerously gorgeous brown eyes, almost black from how blown-out how pupils were in desire, stunning brown skin, baby-hairs smoothed to his forehead, just before his neatly-kept dark curls, as well as a small, blooming moustache atop his upper, plump lip.
His hand dipped, smoothing under the back of your left knee, and raised your legâresting your levitated leg on the sliver of your exposed tire. This position was vulnerable and openâyour legs now deliciously spread, your arousal painting your thighs as you awaited his next move.
âThis is mandatory, yâsee?â He drawled, a hand crawling up your inner thigh slowly, âCanât miss a single spot.â
âI understand, Sir.â You breathed, âYou can search anywhere you want.â
He hummed once again, the noise rumbling in the back of his throat, as his finger came in direct contact with the wetness soaking your thighs. He swallowed thickly, pressing himself closer to your body that radiated a scorching heatârolling a familiar bulge into your other thigh. You gasped at the feeling of his stiffened dick beneath his slacks, a bodily reaction purely from your nakednessâyour own body reacting similarly, more slick drooling from your bare sex.
âConsented, right, sweetheart?â
You blushed harshly, your cheeks glowing a deep red as his middle finger grazed along your folds, âYes, Sir.â You forced out through gritted teeth, fighting every urge not to beg for his fingers.
That calculated logic went straight out the window the second his finger pushed past your soaked lips, and slipped inside your wet heatâthe impressive length of his slender digits reaching so deep that submissive whines fell past your plump lips.
âJesus.â He groaned lowly, his facade faltering as you clenched around his finger, your slick arousal coating his digits, dripping down his knuckles.
A second finger joined the first, and instantly began a gruelling paceâcurling against your front wall to abuse the sweet spot inside you that your hand flying to his wrist, acting as an anchor, as he worked you open with his fingers.
âOfficer!â
âShh, just take it.â Officer Jackson whispered, rolling his hips forward, his erection rubbing against the bare of your thigh as he repeatedly nudged your G-spot, ââM just doinâ my job, right?â
You nodded, eyes rolling to the back of your head as pleasure consumed you, your brain going numb, âYouâre such a good Police Officer, Sir.â
âYeah?â He breathed, hips stuttering at the praise, fighting a groan that threatened to slip from his lips, âYâdoinâ so good, sweetheart.â
You moaned, louder and shamelessly, head lolling back, eyes fluttered shut as his thumb grazed upwardsânow rolling your throbbing clit along the pad, doubling the pleasure. Your fingers tightened around his wrist, the other scratching the paint from your bonnet as the lewd sound of your squelching cunt filled the silent airâalongside your carefree whines and whimpers.
âYeah? You gonna give it to me? Gonna make me proud?â Officer Jackson growled, leaning forward to brush his lips against the shell of your ear, his breath warm against the skin, goosebumps blooming once again over your skin at the sensation.
You cried out, louder than you expected, turning your head to capture his lips in a fierce, frantic kiss as you releasedâmoaning loudly into his mouth as your hand flew to his face, cupping his warm cheek, as your tongue danced into his mouth. He groaned into your mouthâteeth grazing your bottom lip as he french-kissed you swiftly, not wanting to waste a single second apart from you as your pussy spasmed around his fingersâcreamy release drooling down his hand, his pace slowing as you came down from your high.
âNot deep enough.â He panted against your lips, hands, still coated in your slick, fiddled with his belt, unbuckling it quickly, âDonât know if youâre still a threat.â
You whined, lapping into his mouth desperately as he forced his blacks slacks and impossibly tight boxers down to his mid-thighs, his hard, thick dick springing free from its restraints. He trailed kisses from your mouth, to your hot cheek, to the crook of your neckânipping and sucking at the skin, marking it in deep, dark purple lovebites. Meanwhile, his right hand fisted his stiff cockâpumping himself, allowing pretty, flustered noises to escape into your flesh, as he prepped himself.
âTurn back around, baby.â Officer Jackson commanded, a large hand splaying across your lower back, signaling you to move.
You did so quickly and franticallyâyour heeled foot meeting the gravel once more as your bare chest hit the cool of your metal bonnet, hissing as the crisp, coldness rolled against your sensitive nipples. The iciness didnât last long as Officer Jackson pressed himself against youâwarm chest flush against your chest, as his twitching dick, drooling with pre-cum, slid between your glistening folds.
âNeedaâ see if youâre gonna hurt me, baby. You wouldnât do that, right? Iâm such a good cop after all, hm?â
âNever, neverâmmh!âplease, please!â You heaved, nails dragging along the bonnet, scratch marks indented into paint as the head of his dick caught at your entrance.
A string of profanities left your lips as he slid insideâthe size of him knocking the air out of your lungs as he pushed himself as deep as he could go in one fell swoop. Your name, one heâd memorised from your licence, fell from his mouth, a sensual, lewd, low growl as your tight pussy constricted around him, accommodating the stretch.
âGod, yâso fuckinâ tight.â Officer Jackson breathed, heart hammering against your shoulder blade, as he pressed a soft, gentle kiss to the side of your head, âYou gonna be a good girl and comply, hm?â
âYes! Yes, Sirâdo what you want with me.â
Needy and desperateâthat exactly how you sounded, and exactly what you were. Dying for him to move, to feel the drag of his throbbing dick against your spongy walls, abusing the sensitive spot inside you that had you seeing stars without even needing to look up at the night sky.
And thatâs exactly what it did.
With every thrust, his hips snapping against yours ruthlessly, you screamedâthe dark blue paint of your Toyota physically coming up under your nails as he pounded into you relentlessly. His name, âSirâ and âOfficerâ repeatedly spilled from your mouthâbegging him for more, deeper, harder, faster, as he took you on the hood of your car. He was unforgivingâjust as a Police Officer should be, despite his irresponsible, corrupt ways, by ploughing into you with such fever you couldnât help but cry out into the night.
âFuck, girl, yâpussyâs squeezinâ me so hard. Whatâcha tryna hide from me?â He teased, his tongue darting out to trace your earlobe, âYou got a concealed weapon I donât know about? You tryna get arrested, sweetheart?â
âNo! No! Swearâmmmhh!ââ You exclaimed, breath ragged and uneven, as he drove in harder, angling his hips to repeatedly slam against your anterior vaginal wall, an area that had your second, more powerful orgasm, creeping up your spine.
âMm, I donât trust you.â Officer Jackson taunted, his pace never letting up as his hands climbed up your front, one hand cupping your breast, rolling your right nipple between his nimble fingers, and the other slipping between your conjoined legs to rub your sensitive clit.
The triple sensation, sending the pleasure to another level, had you blabbering nonsensical sentencesâhis surname, not knowing his first, along with cries of ecstasy, mingling with the shlap! shlap! shalp! of his hips against your recoiling ass.
âOh! Fuck, fuck, Officer, âm gonna cum!â
Your voice broke loudly, your hips bouncing back to meet his thrusts, forcing him to the hilt, as your second orgasm hit you like a freight trainâthe overwhelming euphoria washing over you violently.
âFuck!â Officer Jackson spat, hand tightening around your breast, as his hips stuttered at your pussy clamping down on him harshly, âSo fuckinâ tightâshould be fuckinâ illegal the way youâre squeezinâ me, baby, fuck!ââ
With a low, loud grumble of a moan, the ferocious pounding sped up, if even at all possible with the speed he was fucking you, ending with a crescendoing, harsh thrustâburying himself to the brim, the tip of his flushed cock nudging your cervix, as he spilled inside youâwarm, thick, spurting cum flooding your convulsing pussy, whining softly as you shook from the aftershock of your orgasm, as well as the sensation of him flooding your womb.
For a moment, no one movedâthe ragged, broken heave of your breaths being caught surrounded the quietening atmosphere, his hips still pressed firmly against your ass as he softened inside you. His hand dropped from your breast, and to your hip as he finally eased himself out of your pussy, ignoring the way you whined at the loss of fullness. A whispered curse fell from his mouth as a dollop of his release dripped from your sex, and onto the gravel beneath your feet.
âHere.â
You craned your head at the sound of his gruff voice, still pressed against the bonnet, legs weak and shaking, watching as he handed your clothes to youânow coated in thick, dusty dirt. You took your blouse and skirt from him, holding it close to your exposed chest, feeling suddenly too vulnerable for your liking, as he crouched down to grab your panties.
âLeg.â
His voice was short and simple as he peered up at you from his bent kneesâholding your panties open for you step into you. You tried to ignore the way your heart clenched at the sweetness of his actions, as you slipped your feet into each hole of the lacy panties, smiling softly as he slid them up your body, and around your bottom half once again. He did the same routine with your skirt, letting you slowly stand into it, and sliding it up your body, zipping it back up gently. You opted for no braâjust sliding the blouse over your chest, and doing up a few buttonsâtoo fatigued from the feverish sex to do anymore.
Officer Jackson cleared his throat once heâd risen to his feet once again, after retrieving the flashlight heâd thrown the floor previously, tucking his softened dick back into his trousers, buckling them up again, smoothing out the material, before looking back at you.
âNow, Iâm gonna let you off just this once, but get that licence renewed ASAP, miss.â He ordered, the stern, authoritative tone returning, pointing a finger at you, the same one that had been deep inside you a few minutes prior, âAnd slow down.â
âYes, Sir, will do.â You smiled, the post-orgasm buzz consuming your body as you succumbed to the hazy feeling, âThank you.â
He hummed, checking his watch, cursing, and wetting his lips, âGotta head off, got another criminal like yourself to catch.â
You giggled, âI understand.â
You waited for him to turn on his heel and speed off in his Capriceâbut, he kept his feet planted where he stood, before he lunged forward, his hands cupping your cheeks as he smashed his lips against yours once again. You gasped in surprise into his mouth, your hands darting to his forearms as you kissed him back frantically.
He pulled away with a sharp breath, âIâm Michael.â His voice a gentle whisper, âHere.â He let his hands fall from your face to dig into his back pocket, retrieving a small, rectangle piece of cardboard, before handing it to you, âI gotta go, but drive safe, girl.â
Without waiting for your response, he rushed away, turning on his heel and jogging towards his carâclimbing in quickly, putting it immediately into drive, and speeding off into the dark. As the red and blue lights, oneâs that originally had you panicking and sweating, now had you smiling deeply at the crude memories, sped offâyou climbed back into your own car, flicking on the dim, amber roof lighting, and glancing down at the card. You laughed softly, running a hand over your warm face, clenching your thighs together as another dollop of his release slipped from your pussy, into your pantiesâwhat a night.
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cw/tw: nightcrawler canonically uses his tail during sex (Legion of X #4), 1980s, heâs catholic (abstinence didnât work out for him tho), mdni, smut/suggestive blurbs (wholesome too), fluff, soft dom! mike
â nightcrawler! michael wrapping his tail around your throat while he fucks you, coiling it and and loving the way your lips pop open in a breathless gasp â and he loses his mind when the point of it is near your mouth and youâll drag your tongue along it, eyes never leaving his
â nightcrawler! michael likes to wrap it around your thigh and squeeze. sometimes in a comforting manner. other times not.
â nightcrawler! michael who will slap you lightly on the ass with his tail when you walk by him, your little yelps of surprise adorable
â nightcrawler! michael who grabs his rosary with it, curling the beads around the pointed tip as he sits down to read his bible barely thirty minutes after running you through the mattress
â nightcrawler! michael who covers his eyes with his tail when he gets embarrassed
â nightcrawler! michael who uses his tail to hold a third sword, slashing through the air expertly
â nightcrawler! michael who will tilt your chin up with it so he can kiss you
â nightcrawler! michael who holds his book with his tail as he sits perched up in a tree
â nightcrawler! michael who, while heâs sleeping, his tail subconsciously wraps around your waist and pulls you closer
â nightcrawler! michael uses it to keep your hands in place against the bed, because for some reason you just donât listen to him when he tells you to keep still (he often wonders if you do it on purpose)
â nightcrawler! michael who will hold things out of your reach with his tail to tease you
an: when i found out this bit of info it got my mind racing so if anyone else has any other ideas pls share!
Okay first off i canât express how much i LOVE your writing!! but I have two ideas that i think you could do justice with. 1. being where either mature or otw michael kinda act like big daddy in front of his friends and makes it seem like he always puts you in your place/checks you in front of them(even though heâs submissive in the bedroom) & then later on the reader gets him back during ykđ¤ & is like âi thought you were daddy baby?â or something like that & eventually makes him call her mommy⌠you can play it however you want!! or like even add a spin where he thought his friends were gone but they heard everythingđ¤đ
Tonight was a small housewarming celebration for you and Michael, just an intimate gathering with the people who meant the most. Your closest girlfriends filled the living room with laughter while Michaelâs siblings made themselves at home, reminiscing and catching up over drinks. Music drifted through the house as conversations flowed effortlessly, and before long, everyone had blended together as if theyâd known each other for years
Just as you finished pouring the mimosas you carried the tray out of the kitchen and served the party, making sure everybody was comfortable before sitting with your girlfriends. The entire time Michael couldnât keep his eyes off of you, secretly itching at the party to be over so he could have you alone
Jackie watched you disappear into the kitchen before nudging Michael with his elbow, a teasing grin spreading across his face
âMikeâ he chuckled, âyou never told me you had your woman this in checkâI mean, look at her. She already knows what needs to be done without you saying a damn thingâ
The pressure settled over Michael the moment he realized every one of his siblings was staring at him, waiting for his response. Feeling the weight of their eyes, he swallowed his nerves and did the only thing he could think to doâplay along
âThatâs âcause she knows betterâ Michael scoffed with a laugh âI got the final say in everything that happens in this house.â He leaned back with a smug grin, playing into the teasing as his siblings erupted into laughter
âIs that right?â Jackie nudged Marlon, pulling him into the drama
âY-yeah itâs like this, whatever I say thatâs just what it isâ Michael egged on
âMichael donât get yoâ ass whooped when we leave tonight because you tryna keep up with Jackieâ Marlon snickered
âWhatâs wrong with me?â Jackie asked
âYou listening to a fool that got his leg crushed by the same woman he refuses to divorceâ
You couldnât help but overhearing the conversation and Michaelâs two cents. Raising your eyebrows at his cockiness, youâd be lying if you said it didnât turn you on. As you used your index finger to push your hair out of your face you pretended like nothing was wrong, smiling and engaging in your girlfriends. Even introducing the girls to Michaelâs brothers
As midnight fell, some guests were too drunk to drive home so they stayed over. Michael made sure everybody was comfortable downstairs before creeping into his bedroom, the first thing he saw was you lying in nothing but a blue gown, his favorite actually. As you filed your already perfect nails. Smiling at him as he shut the door and walked towards you
âIs everybody okay?â You softly, asked
âMhmâ he nodded. âI made sure everybody was okayâ
Michael walked over to your side of the bed and rested his hands on your thighs. Making the weight in the bed shift as he sat down,caressing them but really he just wanted to look up your gown. Licking his lips at how plump your lips were, you spread your lips open and grabbed his index finger, slowly pumping it inside yourself before bringing it to his lips and making him suck off the fluids. Immediately his eyes shut as he moaned taking in your taste âmmâ
âCan you do me a favor baby?â You asked unbuttoning his shirt and softly kissing his neck. Your eyes watching goosebumps form as you applied each kiss, listening to him hiss in the process
âAnythingâ
âTake these off for me please?â Using your acrylic nails to point at the bulge in his pants
He nodded slowly, keeping his eyes on you as he unbuckled his jeans and stripped down until he was naked. Waiting for your next instruction, with the motion of your fingers you called him in. But for some reason the look in your eye was different than normally, making him nervous as he rested his back against your chest. You kissed along the sides of his face and his neck. Softly rubbing his exposed chest as your hands made their way down his body, just feeling your hands get closer to his dick his precum leaked even more âPlease, Iâve been waiting on you to touch me all dayâ he confessed
âAwww, babyâ you cooâd pressing your lips against his ear. Softly brushing your pointing finger against his tip, making Michael squirm. âIâm sorryâ. Kissing his ear knowing how sensitive this area was, dragging your tongue along various spots listening to him moan and scoot closer so you can keep going. Oozing with each passing
You instructed him to spit on his own tip before wrapping both of your hands around his dick, twisting them in opposite directions while moving them up and down repeatedly. Michaelâs head rested back on your shoulder with his eyes shut, moaning repeatedly âOh honeyâplease donât stopâ
âIâm sorry I kept you waiting for so long daddy, shouldâve known betterâ
It was obvious what you meant by that, quickly Michael felt his stomach drop. Realizing you had overheard him. He stumbled over his words trying to explain himself, only for you to speed up the process and jerk him off faster. To the point of him breathing hard and turning his face in the crook of your neck âI canât hear you babyâ
You gently lifted Michaelâs chin, guiding his gaze to the vanity mirror in front of him. Keeping your hand beneath his jaw, you held him there, making sure he looked directly at his own reflection. âLook at how handsome you are daddyâ kissing the side of his face between your fingers âand look at how big you are. I can barely fit it, in my handsâ you moaned softly
âI wanna fill you up so badlyâ he whimpered âPlease, pretty girl can I cum for you?â
âMmâ you teased, watching his precum coat your fingers, making the loudest fapping sounds as you twisted your hand around his dick âLook at the man in the mirror and tell him whoâs in chargeâ
Licking his lips, staring at you then your hands wrapped around his dick âYou areâ he admitted. A proud smirk spread across his face as he finally gave in. Secretly loving every moment of your domination
âYou sure? Because Jackie thinksââ
âNoâ Michael profusely shaking his head âNo, no youâre in charge mommyâ
His hands gripped at your thighs as his whimpers got louder âIâm sorry baby, please if you make me cum Iâll never do it againâ
âThatâs too bad, it actually made my pussy wet hearing you talk like thatâ you whispered in his ear before roaming your tongue around it and whispering for him to cum all over your hand
âYouâre gonna take care of me right?â He asked looking up at you
âYes daddyânow let me have itâ
âOh my god thank youâ kissing at your wrist just before bucking his hips into your hand and cumming harder than ever. His head draped over your shoulder as he cried out in your embrace âFuckâ he said, barely above a whisper
âGood job my sweet boyâ you cooâd kissing his faint tears as you continued to jerk him off but much slower
Before the night was over Michael rewarded you with eating your pussy until you told him to stop. Riding his face and cumming on his mouth and nose. Apologizing to you for being so cocky earlier in the evening
The following morning, Michael wandered downstairs in search of a glass of orange juice, lazily scratching the back of his head as he leaned against the kitchen counter. On his way back upstairs, he passed Jackie sprawled out asleep on the sofa. Without even opening his eyes, Jackie smirked
âMorning, Mr. Sweet Boyâ he teased
Michaelâs face immediately flushed with embarrassment as laughter erupted throughout the room at Jackieâs remark. Too mortified to defend himself, he quietly shook his head and spent the rest of the day hiding upstairs, refusing to come back down until everyone had finally gone home
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after breaking up with michael because of feeling disrespected by his âfriendshipâ with diana, your friends take you to a club to lift your spirits. there, you meet and dance with a up and coming actor. however michael watches with jealousy from the sidelines and causes a scene by having security pick you up from the dance floor and take you to his limo in a effort to make things right with you. ( part one)
this whole plot was requested by @asphrotic sorry this took me 4 years to write. part 2 will be out tmrw! đ
your relationship with michael had been going strong for quite some time now, and you couldn't have been happier. you cherished him more than anything in the world. but there were moments when his naivety and stubbornness would get on your nerves. especially when it came to certain people â like diana (derogatory). her presence was like a pesky gnat. always trying to be in michaels face, making little flirtatious jokes in front of you and making sure to touch him every chance she got. you couldn't stand her old ass, and you saw right through her little facade.
you tried to talk to michael about your concerns, but he would brush it off, saying "that's just how she is. she means no harm, you have nothing to worry about."
you wanted to believe him, you really did. but then one day, you decided to surprise michael at the studio where he was recording his album, and you walked in on him and diana kekeing together as she sat on his lap, her hands caressing his face. that was the final straw.
"what the fuck is this, michael? are you serious?" you screamed, completely losing your cool. diana's evil smirk on her face sent an influx of anger through you, making you itch to slap it off her face. "bitch, get the fuck off my man. what the fuck is going on here?" you seethed at her, while michael tapped her, silently telling her to get up so he could talk to you. "baby, it's not what you think, i swear-"
âthen what the fuck is it, michael? i feel like you're playing with me right now. why is that bitch sitting on your lap?" you interrupted, taking a step back.
"you know what, i think i should goâ," diana said, gathering her things and trying to tiptoe out.
"yeah, bitch, you should fucking go. i ought to slap that big ass wig off your head," you spat at her, michael holding you back from attacking her.
"baby please, just calm down. we were just goofing around, nothing more," he pleaded, grasping at your arms. you shook off his touch, pushing him back.
"michael, you know how i feel about that bitch. thinking i'd be okay with that shit is insane. i don't give a damn what you were doing, michael. can't you see how crazy this is for me to walk in and see?" he let out a heavy sigh, rubbing his forehead in frustration.
"baby, i know. but i swear, nothing was going on. i promise."
âmichael, honestly âŚitâs giving you clearly donât value our relationship enough to establish boundaries with her, even after i expressed my feelings. so- so maybe we shouldnât be together.â your voice wavered as you said the last few words, it tasting bitter on your tongue.
"wait so, what are you trying to say?" he paused, his eyes searching yours.
your eyes glossed over as you sighed. "i can't share you with her, michael. cant you see sheâs obviously trying to sabotage us? iâm saying, i canât do this with you anymore." you turned away, ready to leave, but michael's hand shot out and gripped your arm.
"wait, baby, don't- let's talk this through," he pleaded, his voice desperate. "i'm sorry, i'll make it right." but his words fell on deaf ears. you pulled your arm away and walked out, tears streaming down your face.
the following 2 months were pure torture. his constant calls and letters went unanswered, and you returned any gifts or flowers he sent (except for the diamonds, of course). you had no energy or desire to leave the comfort of your home, spending most days alternating between sleeping all day and crying. that is until your friends grew tired of you sulking around all miserable and sad. they dragged you out of bed, practically forcing you to get ready and leave the house.
against your will they took you to this prestigious nightclub in downtown la, determined to make you let loose and have some fun. "you need this night out, i don't care. you're gonna dance, you're gonna drink, and you're gonna enjoy yourself, damn it," your best friend playfully scolded as you walked into the club, the sound of music and the packed dance floor welcoming you.
"okay okay," you muttered under your breath, rolling your eyes. you weren't feeling it tonight at all, but for the sake of your friends, you were willing to give it a try. the first stop was the bar, where your friends wasted no time in getting rounds of drinks for all of you. as you were taking a shot, your friend tapped you on the shoulder. "girl... i spy with my little eye something tall and fine to your right. and he keeps looking over here," she whispered, nodding her head towards a handsome man with curly hair, standing tall with a nice muscular build.
he seemed familiar but you couldn't quite place him until your other friend exclaimed, "wait a minute, girl that's bruce leroy! i knew i recognized him from something he was in that movie last year, uhhhâŚthe last dragon!"
it finally clicked for you and your friends went into a frenzy. "ouuuwee, he is so fine. and girl, those biceps?" they burst into laughter as you shook your head. he noticed you looking at him and started to make his way over, sending your friends into an excited frenzy. as he got closer, their voices lowered to a hush, trying to play it cool while nonchalantly sipping their drinks.
âpardon me, ladies. i don't mean to interrupt, but i couldn't help but notice this beautiful lady," he said, his eyes fixed on you. "i just wanna know would do me the honor of sharing a dance?" before you could even respond, your friends were practically pushing you towards him. "she'd love to, right y/n?" they said, urging you on. you rolled your eyes and nodded, feeling slightly embarrassed. "yeah, we can dance." he flashed a dazzling smile and extended his hand towards you. "i'm taimak, by the way." you took his hand, following him to the dance floor, introducing yourself in return. as you both reached the dance floor "make it last forever" by keith sweat and jacci mcghee played right on que.
you smiled bashfully, feeling heat rise in your cheeks as you took his hand in yours. the groovy music flowed through your body, making your hips sway instinctively. his hand rested on your hips, and you reveled in the moment. however, amidst the carefree atmosphere, you couldn't shake off the intense gaze burning into your face. turning your head, you followed the piercing stare and saw michael sitting in a section with security guards surrounding him. his black raybans hid his eyes, but you could sense the mean mug on his face. it was unexpected to see him here, but since he was, why not give him a taste of his own medicine? you pulled tai closer, wrapping your arms around his neck and adding a little more hip action to your dance. your smile grew wider as you nibbled on your lip, knowing michael was watching.
you were lost in the music, grinding to the beat with taimak aka bruce leroy when suddenly you felt a firm grip on your waist, pulling you away from the dance floor. your heart raced as you turned to see a big, intimidating man, carrying you over his shoulder. panic set in as you kicked and cursed, demanding to be put down. as you were carried out of the club, you caught a glimpse of michael sitting in limo parked out front. you had an attitude immediately as you were sat in the car, arms crossed and fuming.
"michael, what the fuck? you had your fucking security carry me out of the club? do you know how embarrassing that is?" he let out a heavy sigh, his shoulders slumping in defeat. "you haven't been returning my calls. how else was i supposed to get to you?"
you shot him a glare, your eyes narrowing in frustration. "how dense are you?" you practically spat. "not having your security guard kidnap me would have been a good start. my friends are in there, along with countless other people."
he scoffed, a smirk playing at his lips. "and your little date," he added, his tone dripping with sarcasm. your face scrunched up in disgust. "why you worried about me and my date? how about you go talk to your old ass girlfriend, diana or something and leave me the fuck alone."
he lifted his hands in exhaustion, his patience clearly running thin. "y/n, for the last time, diana is not my girlfriend. "
you rolled your eyes, a sarcastic sneer forming on your lips. "right, and does she know that?"
"of course she knows that, because y/n, you're all i want and all i ever have wanted." his words were accompanied by a pleading look in his eyes, one that you had seen many times before. "i know i messed up by not considering your feelings and baby, i'm sorry. i'm also sorry for the scene i had my security cause in the club. but seeing another man with you, touching you, looking at you like that...i went crazy." he leaned closer to you, taking off his shades revealing those sparkling brown doe eyes, and grabbed your hand. "i can't lose you, and i don't want to."
you couldn't deny the pull that he still had on you, but you also couldn't ignore the hurt and betrayal you felt.
you looked at the limo floor in contemplation, letting out a heavy sigh. "well michael you better figure this shit out, especially with ms thing because im not sharing my man with nobody.â you raised a eyebrow pointing a stern finger at him.
a glimmer of hope returned to his face as he smiled, "i know, iâll handle everything i promise.â he brought your hand to his lips placing a kiss to it. he signaled the limo driver to start the journey to his residence in the city. the ride was quiet, both of you lost in your own thoughts.
as you arrived at the destination, he stepped out first and walked over to your door, opening it for you. he reached for your hand, offering it to help you out of the car. despite being angry with him, you reluctantly accepted his assistance. he thanked the driver and you followed him into his home. plopping down on the expensive sofa, you crossed your arms tightly over your chest. he settled into the opposite couch, nervously playing with his fingers as he searched for the right words to say.
the air was thick, pregnant with a tense silence. you both held your breaths, neither willing to break the silence then, with a heavy exhale, he finally spoke. "listen, y/n, what you saw at the studio that night wasn't what you thought it was. you know how touchy diana isâŚand she just happened to sit in my lap. it made me uncomfortable, but i didn't want to be rude and push her away. just as i was about to ask her to get up, you walked in and things escalated. but darling, i can assure you, there's nothing between me and that woman."
âbut michael, why didn't you listen to me?" you asked, your voice full of hurt and frustration. he could see the tears forming in your eyes, but he couldn't bring himself to meet your gaze. "she feels so comfortable disrespecting our relationship because you make her feel comfortable."
he let out another exhausted breath, his gaze wandering aimlessly as he slumped back on the couch. "okay, i'll admit, i should have listened to you. i know." he paused, trying to find the right words to explain himself. "but y/n, i don't know how many times i have to say it's nothing going on. she's just a friend, i promise."
you sat there, trying to regulate your emotions before you responded. there he was being his naive self again. "michael, i know i may seem paranoid, but i just don't trust her, i don't want to constantly feel on edge when she's around you."
he took a deep breath and replied with sincerity, "ok baby, i hear you. from now on, i won't talk to her, if that's what makes you happy." but then, his expression changed as he looked at you intently. âbut i have to ask, who was that guy at the club? do you know him? did he bring you there?"
you rolled your eyes and let out a small laugh at the sudden interrogation. "michael, i just met that guy tonight. my friends were the ones who brought me to the club, not him."
"and if you weren't dragged off the dance floor, would you have gone home with him?" he asked, his insecurity seeping through his words as he locked his gaze onto yours.
"i don't know, michael," you said, your tone turning slightly defensive. "if i hadn't walked in on you and diana, would you have slept with her?" you retorted back at his assumption.
"no, that's what i keep trying to tell you," he sighed, his fingers frantically raking through his hair. he walked over to the couch you were sitting on and sat beside you scooting closer. "look, baby, whatever i have to do to make it up to you, to make you see that you're all i need, i'll do it. you're mine, all mine, and i donât ever wanna risk losing you ever again.â
you met his gaze and felt yourself melting under his intense stare. "let me make it right, baby. please," he pleaded, moving closer to you. his lips were just inches away from yours, his words stirring up a mix of emotions within you. and before you knew it, his lips were on yours and you found yourself kissing him back, your hard exterior crumbling in his arms.
summary: your boyfriend struggles to inform you about his interests because your interests is pumping his dick!
contains: oral sex, mentions of jjk, dirty talk, teasing,
A/N: I thought this got deleted at firstâŚbut here is somewhat nerd!jer ??? Enjoy lovelies <3
âF-fuck" Jermajesty sighs out looking down at your hand wrapped around his hot throbbing cock. It' was supposed to be a binge night with him while he rants on about his favorite show.
But you just couldn't with how excited he looked while talking about his interest.
âCâmon baby, you were telling me what cursed technique isâ you said, slowly pumping his cock from tip to base.
He whimpered at your words, to overstimulated to speak, âhaaaâŚâ the only thing coming out his mouth. He brings a hand over his mouth, realization hitting at how in a daze he was.
âM-mm soo cursed tec-haaa oh fuckâŚâ he mumbles out, stuck on his words, letting them overlap each other. You look at him, fluttering your eyelashes innocently.
âC-cursed tec-technique isâŚshitâ is abilities fueled by uhhhyessssâŚ. f-fueled by umâcursed energyyesss oh myâ he whimpers out somehow. His head falling on the headboard. Soon looking down at your hand rubbing the slit of his tip slowly just to rub it in circles of the whole tip.
âB-babyâŚoh my fuckingggâyesss like that mmphh!â he says out loud , whimpering leaving his mouth without a second thought.
âcome on baby, tell me what cursed energy is loveâ you demand in a soft tone
âsoânghhhh..c-cursed energyâŚis uh shit shit shit!â he screams out, your pace breaking his concentration of words.
Your thumb rubbing around slowly as your pumping begins to fasten, your fingers pressing on the veins popping out on his length.
âCursed energy is what baby? I didnât hear you pretty boyâ you tease him, slowing your pace once more.
Bringing your mouth to suck on tip, your relentless hand back to the rapid pace. Your sucking going fast as your tongue slides up and down his slit.
Your eyes flitting before landing on his pairs. He rolls his eyes back to hypnotized by your touch, your eyes adding onto it.
âcursed ener-fuckâŚcursed energy is..energy thatâshitshit leaks from h-humans mmm..negative e-emo-emotionsâ he finally gets out. His gasp crashing the sound of flapping from your hand.
âthere you go pa. my baby loves this doesnât he?â You say whispering his ear.
He nods instinctively, âlo-love it so sâmuch mamaâŚmâso closeâ he whimpers out.
You smirk, bringing up the already rapid pace you were going at. Leaving small pecks that were enough to send him over the edge.
âohhh fuckfuckfuckâŚyessss right there mama!â he moans out loudly. Gripping the sheets, creating white knuckles on his hands.
âgive me that nut baby. paint my hand paâ you praise out, giving out kitten licks to his tip now, making deep eye contact with him.
His eyes shutting tightly, âopen your eyes majâ you say firmly, him following your command, bringing his glossy eyes to yours once more.
A tear slipping his eye. His mouth opening to warn you but his body beating him to it, as he shoots thick shots of his release falling on his abdomen and your hand.
Your hand squeezing every ounce out of him, painting his cock with his release all over, just to bring your tongue cleaning it all up.
Licking the rest of it up, ending at his abdomen, your eyes darted toward him.
Whimpers and squeals leaving him mouth from sensitivity.
âWhat was that other anime baby?â You smirk bringing a hand to the back of his neck, snaking up into the nape of his hair.
âMmm n-Naruto?â He suggests out loud not knowing what he caused.
âMhm tell me abt that one pa.â You say a smirk tugging at your lips, your knees meeting on either side of his hips.
âŚâË warning: smut, explicit content, mentions of girlfriend boyfriend relationship, jaafar fucking sneezed on you đ
âŚâË a/n: i got this idea from a story i read on wattpad and i loved it so much :P
Quick disclaimer before this starts I just want everyone to know that summer is over soon and you know what that means so I wonât be posting as much anymore but Iâll get my few requests that I have done then Iâll be all out unless you request something but Iâm out of ideas fr. Thatâs it enjoy the story baby đ
Jaafar had been off-key for three days now, raspy coughs instead of humming, shivers replacing his usual bounce.
You noticed before he did, the way his voice cracked mid-sentence and his eyelids drooped during breakfast.
"Baby, you're burning up."
He waved a dismissive hand. "I'm fine, just tired."
But when his forehead met your palm, the heat radiating off him told a different story.
You pushed him back toward the bedroom with gentle insistence.
"Today," you announced, tucking the comforter around his shoulders, "you do nothing. Absolutely nothing. Doctor's orders."
"You're not a doctor," he croaked.
"Close enough. Now stay."
Breakfast in bed. He ate slowly, and between bites, his fingers reached for your wrist.
"I don't want you to get sick too," he mumbled, catching himself mid-reach, pulling his hand back like a scolded child.
Your heart twisted. Jaafar sick was Jaafar clingy, and Jaafar clingy was Jaafar who wanted to be draped across you like a second skin.
The last time he caught a cold, you'd spent three days tangled together and exactly one day later, you were the one sniffling.
So you maintained strategic distance.
You brought him tea and set it on the nightstand, stepping back before his grabby hands could find you.
"You're so far away," he whined, voice muffled by congestion.
"I'm right here."
"That's not here. Here is here." He patted the empty space beside him on the mattress.
"You're contagious."
"I'll be less contagious if you cuddle me."
You snorted. "Absolutely not."
You busied yourself with cleaning the kitchen, folding laundry, anything to keep your hands occupied and your guilt at bay.
Every few minutes, you'd hear a dramatic sigh echo down the hallway, followed by a weak, "Baaaabe."
By early afternoon, you ventured back with more tea and found him shivering despite the mountain of blankets.
"Jaafar, you're freezing."
His teeth chattered. "M'fine."
"Your lips are practically blue."
"Just hold me and I'll warm up."
The solution, you decided, was a bath. Not exactly a loophole around the no-touching rule, but better than watching him freeze.
You ran the water hot, pouring in lavender bubble bath until the bathroom smelled like a spa and the foam piled high enough to hide in.
"Okay." You turned to face him. "Let's get you undressed."
"Are you trying to seduce me?" His voice was weak, but the hint of his usual mischief flickered through. "Because I'd very vulnerable right now."
"I'm trying to keep you from getting hypothermia."
"That's less sexy."
"Arms up."
He raised his arms with all the enthusiasm of a man attending his own execution.
You peeled his t-shirt off. His sweatpants came next, then his boxers, until he was standing naked shivering, his arms wrapped around himself.
He shuffled to the tub and climbed in with exaggerated care, hissing as the warm water hit his cold skin.
The bubbles rose up around him until only his head and shoulders were visible above the surface.
"Oh," he breathed. "Oh, this is nice. This is really nice."
"Temperature okay?"
"Perfect." He leaned back against the bath pillow, his eyes fluttering closed. "You're perfect. I love you. I'm going to marry you."
You knelt beside the tub, rolling up the sleeves of your sweater. "Let me wash your hair."
"You don't have toâ"
"I want to."
You reached for the detachable shower head and his shampoo and got to work.
His curls were tangled and limp, heavy with sweat and the residue of whatever styling products he'd used before getting sick.
You worked the shampoo through them gently, massaging his scalp, using your nails in the way you knew he liked.
He moaned. Actually moaned. "That feels incredible. I think you just cured me. I think scalp massages are the secret cure for the common cold."
"If only."
You rinsed the shampoo out with the shower head. "Tilt your head back. Close your eyes. Don't want to get soap in them."
He obeyed, and you worked the conditioner through next. He was practically boneless in the water now, his shivering finally subsiding, his lips returning to their normal color.
"Better?" you asked.
"So much better. I don't know why I was being such a baby."
"Because you're sick. Being a baby is allowed."
"I splashed you."
You looked down at your sweaterâdroplets of water and traces of bubble foam.
"That was an accident."
"Uh-huh."
"I can't control my limbs when I'm sick. They have a mind of their own."
"Your limbs have a mind of their own."
He grinned and then without warning, scooped a handful of bubbles and flung them directly at your face.
"JAAFAR."
"Oh no," he said, utterly deadpan.
You stared at him, bubbles dripping down your chin, your hair now dusted with foam.
He stared back, his expression the picture of innocence, except for the mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Oh, it's war now."
"No, baby, wait, I'm sick and I'm fragileâ"
You scooped up a handful of water and splashed it at him. He shrieked, a sound you'd never heard him make before.
You splashed him again. He splashed you back. The battle raged for a solid two minutes, bubble-scented and ridiculous, until the bathmat was soaked and your sweater was clinging to your skin and Jaafar was laughing so hard he couldn't breathe.
"I can'tâ" cough "âI can'tâ" cough, laugh "âyou're soâ"
"You started it."
"I did. I definitely did." He wiped his eyesâfrom laughter or congestion, impossible to tell. "I regret nothing."
By the time the bath was over, you were completely drenched. Your clothes were plastered to your body.
"You need a shower," Jaafar observed, wrapped in his bathrobe now, looking considerably healthier than he had an hour ago.
The shivering had stopped. He was still congested and slightly feverish, but he no longer looked like a Victorian ghost.
"No thanks to you."
"Need help with that?" The question was casual, but his eyes dropped to where your wet sweater was clinging to your chest.
"No. Nope. Absolutely not. Distance protocol is back in effect." You pointed a stern finger at him.
"You're feeling better, which is great. But you're still sick. So you're going to go lie down while I shower. Alone."
"Alone," he repeated, drawing the word out like it personally offended him.
"Alone."
He sighed. "Fine. I'll be in the bed. Alone. Dying. Thinking about how my girlfriend abandoned me."
"Stop being dramatic J."
"You'll be clean and I'll be sick."
"Go lie down, Jaafar."
He disappeared through the bedroom door, still muttering something about emotional neglect.
You locked the bathroom door behind him just in case and peeled off your wet clothes.
The shower was heavenly. Hot water sluicing down your body, steam filling the small bathroom, the tension of the morning slowly unwinding from your shoulders.
You used his coconut body wash because yours was across the hall and you didn't feel like making the trip.
You let the water beat against your back and tried very hard not to think about the germs you'd definitely been exposed to.
You sneezed.
You froze. Stared at the shower tile. Waited. No more sneezes came.
You finished your shower in denial and stepped out to towel off.
When you emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in your robe and smelling like coconut and denial, Jaafar was on the bed, the duvet pulled up to his waist, his bathrobe on the floor.
He wore soft grey pajama pants, his chest bare, curls drying into a halo. He looked peaceful, soft, and beautiful. He was scrolling through his phone with one hand, the other on his stomach, concentrating.
The afternoon light cast golden stripes across him. His glasses sat askew. You stood in the doorway, looking at him.
"Hey," he said, smiling when he saw you. "You're done."
"I'm done."
"You smell like my body wash."
"I used your body wash."
"I like it. You smell like me."
"Are you feeling better?" You sat on the bed, keeping some distance.
"Much better. The bath, soup, and scalp massage helped. You helped." He entwined his fingers with yours. "You're magic."
"I'm just a good girlfriend."
"Same thing." He pulled you closer, breaking the distance.
"The protocol was sensible."
"It was very sensible."
"It was like homophobic."
"That word doesn't mean what you think."
He pressed his nose to your collarbone. "You smell so good. I could stay here forever."
You ran your fingers through his damp curls. He purred, making your heart swell. His skin was warm, still flushed, his glasses digging into your shoulder.
"I love you," you said.
"Love you more."
"Impossible."
"Prove it." You kissed him softly, but he deepened it.
"Been wanting that all day," he said.
"Wanting more than a kiss?"
"The bath was sexyâwashing my hair, taking care of me, bossing me around."
"It was a medical procedure."
"It was sexy to me." He kissed you again, tasting of toothpaste and honey.
"Everything you do is sexy."
"Babyâ"
"You're in a short robe. I can feel your bare leg against mine, and I can't help butâ"
"You're sick," you interrupted.
"Feeling better," he said.
"You were shivering two hours ago."
"My point?"
"You need rest, notâ" His hand moved up your thigh, pushing the robe higher.
"Jaafar."
"Yes?"
"Your handsâ"
"They're not wandering. They know exactly where they're going." His fingers traced your silk panties' waistband.
"We shouldn't," you whispered.
"Probably not."
"You're sick."
"Very sick."
"This is a bad idea," you warned.
"Terrible idea."
"I'll catch whatever you have."
"Definitely." His hand cupped you through the silk, already wet, since the bath.
"Nnnngh," you gasped.
"That's what I thought," he said, kissing your neck and shoulder, tempting you to feel good.
"Let me take care of you."
"You can't breathe through your nose." "I'll breathe through my mouth."
"Jaafarâ"
"I want you," he said, voice rough.
"I've been thinking about you all day, and I've been so hard it hurts. Please." You should have said no.
Instead, you swung a leg over his hips and straddled him.
"Oh," he breathed. "Okay. This is happening."
"This is happening," you confirmed. "But we're going slow. You're still recovering."
"I can do slow."
"You say that now."
"I mean it. I'll be so slow."
You kissed him, swallowing whatever terrible metaphor he was about to unleash next.
His hands found your hips, gripping tight, pulling you down against him.
He was hard through his pajama pants, pressing against your core, and you rocked against him, a gentle grind that made you both moan.
"Nnnnnghâ that'sâ fuuuuuck."
"Feel good?"
"So good. Too good. I might not last." He was already breathing harder, his chest rising and falling under you, his fingers digging into your hips.
"God, you're so beautiful. How are you so beautiful? It doesn't make sense."
You reached down between your bodies and pushed his pajama pants down past his hips.
His cock sprang free, already fully hard, the head flushed dark and glistening.
You wrapped your hand around him, he was thick, so thick, your fingers barely meeting, and gave a slow, twisting stroke.
"Okayâ okayâ that'sâ aaah."
"You said slow."
"I lied. I want fast. I want everything. I wantâ" He broke off into a coughing fit, his whole body shaking under you.
"Fuck. Sorry. Sorry. I'm fine."
"We don't have toâ"
"We absolutely have to." He grabbed your hips and pulled you forward, positioning you over him.
"Please. I need you. I've needed you all day. Please, baby."
You pushed your panties aside, no time to take them off, no patience for it, and lowered yourself onto him.
The head of his cock nudged against your entrance, and you both groaned at the same time.
Then you sank down, inch by inch, until he was buried to the hilt inside you.
"Jaaafar you feel so goodâ- aaaaah."
His hands were everywhere, your hips, your waist, your breasts, cupping and squeezing and kneading. "You're perfect. You're fucking perfect."
You started to move. The slow grind was almost worse, almost too much, the drag of his cock against your inner walls making your toes curl and your vision blur.
"Aaaahâ aaahâ aaaahâ Jaafar."
"That's it. Ride me. Just like that. You feel so good, baby, you feel incredible."
You leaned down to kiss him, your lips meeting his, your tongue sliding against his tongue.
His hands slid down to grip your ass, pulling you closer, driving himself deeper. The bed creaked. The headboard knocked against the wall.
The sound of your moans mingled with his, high and breathy and utterly unrestrained.
"I'm close," he gasped. "Baby."
"Me too. Me too. Don't stop."
And then he sneezed.
It was a massive, full-body, eruption-of-a-sneeze.
Right on your face. You felt it. The spray.
Your orgasm, which had been building so wonderfully, vanished.
"Didâ" Jaafar's eyes went wide. His cock was still inside you, still hard, still pulsing. "Did I justâ"
"You just sneezed on my face."
"Iâ"
"You sneezed on my face, Jaafar."
"It was an accident!"
"Your spit is on my damn face!"
"My body betrayed me!" He looked genuinely horrified now, his hands flying up to cover his mouth. "I didn't mean to! I tried to hold it in! I thought I could."
You climbed off him. "Where are you going?" His voice cracked with desperation.
"To wash my face."
"Butâ" He gestured at his still-very-hard, still-very-neglected hard on. "But we wereâ"
"Must I remind you that you sneezed on my face?"
"I said I was sorry!"
"You didn't actually. You said it was an accident. Which is different."
"Baby. Baby. Come back. Please." He reached for you, his hand grasping at empty air.
"I'll make it up to you. I'll eat you out for an hour. Two hours. I'llâ"
"I'm going to shower."
"A second shower? You just showered!"
He slumped back against the pillows, his cock still jutting up toward the ceiling, abandoned and tragic. "This is the worst day of my life."
"It's really not."
"It really is."
"Justâ" You paused at the bathroom door, looking back at him. He was sprawled on the bed, pajama pants around his thighs, erection slowly wilting, his expression full of devastation. "Give me ten." (iykyk)
"Ten? Then you'll come back?"
"Ten minutes and then we'll see."
"I'll be here. Abandoned. With my shame."
"You deserve it."
"I know." He sighed, a long, tragic, congested sigh. "I really do."
You closed the bathroom door behind you and immediately started laughing.
You couldn't help it. It was the kind of thing that would be funny later. It was already kind of funny now.
You washed your face. Twice. Used the fancy cleanser and everything.
When you came back out, Jaafar was still lying there, but his pajama pants were back up and his expression had shifted from devastation to something more like cautious hope.
"You came back."
"I said I would."
"I thought you were lying. To spare my feelings."
"I don't lie."
"True. You're terrifyingly honest." He opened his arms, a silent invitation. "Cuddle? Just cuddles. I promise I'll sneeze in the other direction."
"You can't control which direction you sneeze."
"I'll sneeze into a pillow. I'll sneeze into the void."
You climbed into bed beside him, and he wrapped himself around you like an octopus, his face pressing against your shoulder, carefully angled away from your face, his arm slung across your waist.
He was still warm, still slightly congested, still radiating the faint, eucalyptus-scented heat of someone fighting off an infection.
"You're going to get sick," he murmured.
"I know."
"You're going to get sick and it's going to be my fault."
"I know."
"And I'm going to take care of you, and it's going to be terrible, because I'm a terrible nurse."
"I know."
"But I'm going to try. I'm going to make you soup. I might burn it, but I'll try."
"You're gonna burn soup?"
"Soup is harder than it looks." He nuzzled closer. "Love you."
"Love you too, even though you sneezed on my face."
"We're never telling anyone about that."
"Oh, we're absolutely telling people about that."
He grumbled something and pulled you closer, his breathing evening out as the exhaustion of the day finally caught up to him.
Within minutes, he was asleep, mouth slightly open, a faint whistling sound escaping with every exhale.
You settled back against him, your head on his chest, your body finally relaxing into the warmth of his embrace.
You closed your eyes and let the rhythm of his breathing lull you toward sleep.
âââââ
You woke up with a throat full of sandpaper and a nose full of concrete.
"Oh god," you croaked. You swallowed, and it felt like swallowing glass.
You tried to breathe through your nose, and nothing happened.
Beside you, Jaafar stirred. He looked better. "Morning, baby," he said, his voice clear and only slightly scratchy. Then he actually looked at you. "Oh no."
"Oh no is right." You coughed, a deep, rattling cough that felt like it was excavating things from the very bottom of your lungs. "I got your plague."
"It's not fhe plagueâ"
"I hate you."
"No you don't."
"I really, really do."
He was already climbing out of bed, already reaching for his robe.
"Okay. Okay. New plan. You stay in bed. I handle everything. What do you want for breakfast? Oatmeal? Eggs? I can try to make eggs. I'll try."
You stared at him through blurry, watering eyes. "You're going to make me breakfast?"
"I'm going to try." He leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, careful, avoiding your mouth, mirroring exactly what you'd done for him yesterday.
"You took care of me. Now I take care of you. That's how this works."
"Even if you're a terrible nurse?"
"I'm not a terrible nurse. I'm a loving terrible nurse. There's a difference."
"I hate you."
"Love you too. Now stay put. I'm making tea. And maybe soup. And definitely burning something."
He shuffled toward the door, his robe trailing behind him, his hair still sleep-mussed and ridiculous.
He paused in the doorway and looked back at you, wrapped in the duvet like a sad.
You tried to glare at him. It came out more like a wounded puppy look. "Go make my breakfast, boy."
briefâĄâ( đ.đđ¤) the rain has stopped and the winds have calmed, allowing you to settle in a antique mansion with your new⌠very lonely friend.
includesâĄâđđ+ continuation of this drabble, đoft kisses, mostly dialogue, reader is so so kind, shitty description of normal đđśđđâŻđ, maestro is shy, very đinky smut, unprotected sex, creampie lowkey babytrapping, mentions of bondage ârope&blindfolds,softdom!michael, maestro is đowkey a red flag
your chest rose as you felt your body freeze. it felt like a spell. his beauty was otherworldly. dark curls fell over his face, big doe eyes staring directly at you, and a furled white long-sleeved shirt that ended at his long, slender hands. âi⌠um⌠it was storming,â you managed.
he circled around you curiously, studying you from every angle. you remained still until you felt him gently wrap an arm around you. âha! welcomeâ he smiled. âi didnât scare you, did i?â you felt the weight on your chest lift. âno. donât worry.â
he quickly guided you over to a chair beside the fireplace, which magically lit with nothing more than a small spin of his hand.
âthanks⌠this is truly too much.â he only smiled before placing a mug of what looked like hot chocolate into your hands. you took a careful sip, watching him over the rim of the cup. he was already looking at you, like a painting.
âyou really arenât scared, are you?âhe couldnât quite believe you were really there. you laughed into the cup, shaking your head. âwhy would i be scared of someone so kind?â his eyes widened ever so slightly almost like no one had ever answered him that way before. his smile bloomed all over again, softer this time, making a shy giggle leave your lips.
he kept looking at you. âwhat?â
ânothing.â he smiled to himself. âiâm just trying to figure you out.â
âam i that confusing?â âa little.â he admitted with a small laugh. âmost people run before i even say hello.â
âwellâ you shrugged. âi was more worried about the rain.â that earned another laugh from him, one that seemed like it hadnât escaped him in years.
âwhatâs your name?â âmaestro.â a small gasp left you as his smile faltered âiâve heard about you.â he looked down. âin town.â ââŚyouâre a local legend.â
âwhat do they say?â he asked quietly, moving a little closer. âthey say you live all alone.âyou looked around the mansion. âin a haunted house.â
âthey werenât exactly lying.â he chuckled under his breath. âthey say youâre a freakâ your eyes found his again. âbut i think youâre beautiful.â
he stared at you for a long moment. âi donât think iâm much myself.â he smiled weakly. âbut thank you.âonce you finished your drink, you placed the mug on the small round table, your eyes drifting back to him.
âiâve had a quiet eventful life, dear one.â he smiled to himself.
âi came here to retreat, to become one with the silence.â âdonât you miss the outside world sometimes?â you asked
he let out a quiet breath.ââŚyou donât know how much.â his smile stayed, but it no longer reached his eyes. âthen come back.â he looked at you. âto who?â he laughed bitterly, your hand slowly found his. âis loneliness the problem?â
he nodded shyly. âiâm sure there was someone.â âthere wasnât.â he whispered ânot really.â
âpeople visited.â his thumb absentmindedly brushed against yours âthey were curious until they saw me. then they left.â he smiled again, that same sad smile.
âyouâve been here for less than an hour âŚand youâre still sitting beside me.â his eyes searched yours. âthatâs new.â you squeezed his hand gently. âmaybe they just never stayed long enough.â his breath caught.
âwould you like to see the house?â you looked around before smiling. âitâs beautiful.â his eyes lit up. âreally?â
âof course.â he stood almost immediately, holding a hand out toward you. âcome.âyou followed beside him as he led you through the long hallways, his footsteps echoing softly against the black-and-white tiles.
âthis was the ballroom.â he pushed the large doors open.
dust danced through the air where moonlight spilled across the polished floor. âpeople used to dance here.â âused to?â he nodded. âa long time ago.â the doors quietly shut behind you on their own.
you looked back. ââŚdid you do that?â he frowned âno.â almost as if the house answered for him, another door further down the hallway slowly creaked open. ââŚit likes visitors.â
âthe house?â he nodded like it was the most obvious thing in the world.âit gets lonely too.â you couldnât help but smile.
âguess weâre both keeping it company tonight.â he looked at you for a second longer than necessary. âyes.â he led you into another room covered by paintings while old instruments rested in the corners. a grand piano sat beneath one of the tall windows.
âyou play?âhe asked âsometimes.â âcan i?â his eyebrows lifted. âyou want to?â âwhy not?â he moved beside you while you pressed a few random keys, smiling at the sound instead of watching your hands⌠he watched you.
you noticed it after a while, face heating as the fingers slipped to wrongs keys âwhat?â ânothing.â he smiled.
âyouâre smiling.â âis that a crime?â
you shook your head as his smile grew softer. âi just forgot what that looked like.â your own smile slowly faded as you stood, walking closer to him. âyouâve really been here all alone?â he nodded, reaching for his hand without really thinking.
the second your fingers wrapped around his, his hand tightened around yours.âdidnât mean to do that.â his voice was barely above a whisper. you didnât let go instead, your thumb gently brushed across the back of his hand. âyou donât have to apologize.â he laughed looking a your lips ââŚyouâre warm.â
âthatâs usually what happens when youâre alive.â you both laughed he continued holding you. every room he showed you, he stayed close enough that your shoulders brushed. when you stopped to admire an old painting, he stopped too. if you walked toward a window to watch the rain, he quietly wandered over until he was standing beside you again. âyouâre following me.â you giggled watching his eyes widen âam i?â âmhm.â
he looked around awkwardly before rubbing the back of his neck. ââŚsorry.â âdonât be, i donât mind.â he looked down at your joined hands.
âgood,because i donât really want to let go.â
your eyes met as he slowly leaned in, stopping just before your lips. his breath fanned across your face, a coldness that sent shivers through your spine.
âiâm sorryâŚâ he whispered, his voice barely there, already pulling away like he had convinced himself he shouldnât have crossed that line.
your hand found his wrist before he could move too far. âdont do thatâ his eyes searched yours, almost asking for permission one last time.instead of answering, you gently guided his hand to your neck. âcome here.â you breathed he leaned in again, slower this time, giving you every chance to change your mind. you didnât. your lips met softly. it was a careful kiss, like he was scared youâd disappear if he kissed you too hard.
his free hand slowly found your waist, almost hesitant to touch you, while yours curled into the loose fabric of his sleeve. the fire crackled beside you, filling the silence neither of you wanted to break. his hand slowly found your waist pushing you deeper into the room as his tongue licked your ear softly biting it before continuing to kiss you.
he smiled into the kiss when you pulled away, chest heaving âyouâre realâŚâ he laughed quietly, almost to himself. you couldnât help but smile âiâve been real this whole time.â
he opened his eyes, looking at you with that same impossible fascination.âi just never thought someone would stay. donât leaveâ before you could answer, he leaned in once more, stealing one tiny peck from your lips before hiding his face in the crook of your neck with the shyest laugh. âsorry,â he mumbled again. you rolled your eyes, smiling as your fingers disappeared into his curls.âyou apologize too much.â you continued as he kissed you onto a velvet chaise half-hidden beneath a sheet. from a nearby table he produced a length of black silk. "may I?" he asked, already sliding the fabric across your eyes.
you nodded as the blindfold settled snugly on your face, plunging you into darkness. next came ropeâsoft, well-worn hemp. he guided your arms behind your back, binding your wrists together, then wrapped another coil around your waist and chest, framing your breasts so they lifted and swelled with each breath.
"beautiful," he murmured, pressing a kiss to your temple. his hands roamed freely now, palms gliding over your ribs, thumbs circling your nipples through thin cotton until they peaked. He peeled her shirt upward, exposing you to the cool air, then tugged your jeans and panties down in one smooth motion. you stood naked, bound, blindfolded, heart hammering.
maestro dropped to his knees, tongue tracing the crease of your thigh, then parted your folds with deliberate licks. âmaestroâŚâ you whimpered, hips already chasing that sweet feeling. he sucked your clit gently, two fingers sliding inside you, curling against the spongy spot that made your knees buckle. you moaned, hips rocking against his mouth, but the ropes held her steady. he took his time, savoring every tremor, every gasp, until your thighs shook and slick coated his knuckles.
only when you were dripping and desperate did he untie you. your eyes fluttered open to meet hisâdeep, hungry, yet tender. the hesitation version of him now long gone. next he loosened the chest ropes and the wrist bindings, letting them fall. his palm cradled your jaw.
"i need to see you," he whispered.
he lifted you onto the chaise, spreading your thighs wide. his cock, thick and flushed, nudged your entrance as you moaned from the friction. he pushed in slowly, inch by inch, until he bottomed out with a shared groan. your foreheads touched, gaze locked as he began to thrust deep and measured strokes that dragged every ridge along your walls. each withdrawal left you empty, leaving you wanting more.
your hands clutched his shoulders. he hooked your knees over his shoulders kissing your feet in the process, folding you nearly in half so he could drive even deeper. The wet slap of skin echoed through the dusty hall as sweat beaded on his chest. âmhhng!! too muchâ your nipples brushed against it with every jolt. he angled his hips, grinding against your clit on every downstroke, your vision blurring with pleasure.
"look at me," he urged, voice rough. your forced her eyes open, meeting his intense stare. the connection sending a fresh rush of heat through her. he quickened, hips snapping harder, cock pounding into you. your walls fluttered, then clamped down as your orgasm suddenly crashed over you. you cried out, body arching, but he didn't stopâriding you through it, drawing out every pulse. âplease donât leave.â he murmured in your neck as he spilled inside you,lazily fucking his cum in you. he remained in you, rocking you through the aftershocks while kissing the nape of your neck.
once he withdrew, he gathered you into his arms, and settled on the chaise. fingers tracing lazy circles on her hip while his breathing slowed."i wont leave." you murmured âgood. the house has many more rooms to explore." he replied kissing your forehead.
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The first few months of your marriage to Michael were a whirlwind of soft whispers, candlelit dinners, and a tenderness that often left you breathless. He treated you like a fragile piece of art, always mindful of your feelings and eager to make you happy. However, there was one constant in your daily wardrobe that remained a point of quiet, bewildered curiosity for him: your Pleasers.
You were short, and without shoes, you felt almost swallowed up by the world. But the moment you stepped into those towering, clear acrylic stripper heels, everything changed. The way they arched your foot, the way they forced your hips to sway, and the sheer height they gave you made you feel powerful, feminine, and undeniably sexy. You wore them everywhereâaround the house, to brunch, and even when just lounging in the living room.
Michael loved you unconditionally, but he couldn't wrap his head around the practicality of them. He would often watch you walk across the hardwood floors, the rhythmic clack-clack-clack echoing through the halls, and heâd tilt his head with a confused, sweet smile.
"Applehead," heâd murmur, using his favorite pet name for you, "aren't those... a bit high for just having tea? Don't your toes get tired, sweetheart?"
Youâd just giggle and lean forward to kiss his cheek, the lack of the usual height difference making the gesture funny to you.
The confusion became a topic of conversation during family gatherings. The Jackson household was loud and full of love, but also full of teasing. One afternoon, while everyone was gathered in the lounge, Tito and Jackie couldn't help themselves.
"I don't know how you do it, baby," Tito chuckled, glancing down at your towering heels. "I feel like if you trip, you're going to take out a whole lamp and a vase with you. Why the stripper shoes for a Sunday roast?"
Marlon joined in with a grin. "Maybe she's planning a secret performance for us? Michael, you've got a little dancer on your hands!"
Michael blushed, looking between some of his brothers and you, his expression a mix of amusement and genuine confusion. He didn't want you to be uncomfortable, and the idea of you struggling to walk in those platforms bothered his protective nature.
"I just don't understand the practicality," Michael admitted softly, his voice gentle. "They look so... intense."
Before you could answer, Janet stepped in, flanking you with a protective smile.
"Oh, hush up, you boys!" Janet snapped playfully, giving Marlon a nudge. "It's about the silhouette. Look at how it changes her posture. It makes her look incredible."
"Exactly," LaToya added, beaming at you. "It's about feeling feminine and confident. If she feels sexy in them, that's all that matters. You boys just have no taste in footwear."
Michael smiled, happy his sisters had defended you, but the mystery remained in the back of his mind.
ââ
He loved your beauty, but he didn't quite get the thrill of the heels until a rainy Thursday evening when the house was quiet and the tension between you had been building all day.
He had spent the afternoon being his usual romantic self, showering you with compliments and soft touches, but as the sun set, his gentleness shifted into something hungrier. He pinned you against the bedroom wall, his hands sliding down to grip your thighs. He paused, his eyes dropping to the pink platforms still strapped to your feet.
"You're still wearing them," he breathed, his voice dropping an octave, sounding raspy and desperate.
"Do you hate them?" you whispered, arching your back against the wall.
"I don't hate them," he groaned, his lips finding the sensitive skin of your neck. "I just didn't understand."
He lifted you effortlessly, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. The heels dug slightly into his back, the hard plastic and height creating a friction and an angle that sent a jolt of electricity through him. He carried you to the bed, stripping you down with a frantic energy that replaced his usual slow pace.
When he finally pushed your legs back, pinning your knees toward your shoulders, the Pleasers stayed on. The sight of your arched feet, the towering heels framing your open pussy, did something to Michael he wasn't prepared for. The visual of your vulnerability combined with the exaggerated curve of your legs made his dick throb painfully against his zipper.
"Oh god," he gasped, his eyes wide as he looked at you. "You look... you look so fucking sexy like this."
He didn't waste another second. He freed his dick, thick and leaking pre-cum, and guided himself to your entrance. As he slammed into you, the angle provided by the heels pushed your pelvis up, allowing him to bury himself deeper than ever before. He let out a loud, guttural moan, his head tossing back as he felt every inch of your tightness gripping him.
"I get it now," he panted, his movements becoming fast and rough. "I fucking get it."
He gripped your ankles, holding your legs high in the air, the heels swaying with every powerful thrust. The sight of those shoes while he fucked you raw, the contrast of his gentle nature with the raw, explicit hunger in his eyes, was overwhelming. He hammered into you, his dick hitting your cervix with a rhythmic thud that echoed in the quiet room.
You screamed his name, your toes curling inside the platforms as you peaked, your walls pulsing around him. Michael followed shortly after, a loud groan escaping him as he filled you with a hot, thick load of cum, his body shaking against yours.
As he collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily, he didn't move to take the shoes off. He leaned up, kissing your forehead with that same sweetness he always had, though his eyes were still dark with lust.
"I think," he whispered, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips, "you should keep wearing those every single day mama."
⊠era: post-the wiz, during the making of otw (how yummy)
⊠synopsis: your best friend, michael, vists you reader, in your harlem apartment. you guys met officially on the set of âthe wizâ, and became close ever since. he vists you just to catch up, even if he canât stop spinning.
⊠contains: this is the âcoupleâ from âYou Wanna Be Startinâ Somethingâ, reader is an âoccasionalâ smoker, mentions of d*ana ross, both reader and michael are oblivious, a likkle angst ofcc, some cussing, drugs, and i think thatâs it. it can still be seen as fluff tho!
â° a/n: iâve been having this idea in my head, ever since i saw an upclose video of michael spinning and seeing his eyes go up. practicing something short ân sweet before i work on these requests.
âbzz bzzâ
You look over to your door as you crack open a window, an American Spirit hanging loosely from your lips.
âbzzzzzz bzzzzz bzzzzâ
Rolling your eyes, you know exactly who it is; your new best friend Michael Jackson. You ran into Michael at Studio 54, literally. You were leaving the restroom, too busy rubbing your nostril, clearing whatever powder didnât make it up there when you ran into him.
âOh! Iâm so sorry!â
âNo, itâs all my fault, I should be paying- Oh Godâ
Your eyes finally made their way up, starting at the big âMâ pendant sitting on a pretty, brown neck. When you reached his face, you could recognize those big Bambi eyes from anywhere. (You had a Jackson 5 phase, and used to have Michaelâs poster hanging in your room. To this day, he teases you about it.)
âYou- youâre-â
He chuckles shyly, âYes Iâm him. But are you alright? You seem kind of spaced out there.â
Oh! That means the drugs are probably working- I mean!â
You rub your head, you did not just tell Michael Jackson youâre high on drugs right now.
You expect him to have a look of judgement, but itâs the opposite. He seemsâŚ. amused?
Clearing your throat, âWhere are my manners?! My mother would kill me if she found out I havenât introduced myself yet. Hi, my name is Y/FN.â you managed to say over the loud bass of âEarth, Wind, and Fireâ
He furrowed his brows at you, âY/LN? Are you into costume design?â
âYes! How did you know that? Does my outfit give too much-â You look down at your dress, which looks like it was made from a stained glass window. Your wavy blowout is now puffed out and covering a bit of your face.
Worried that he made you insecure, âOhhh God no! I just remembered that name, cause I saw it on the casting list for âThe Wizâ! I was cast in it a month ago, Iâm playing the scarecrow!â
And you guys have been friends ever since. You rush to the buzzer and push the button, âI know someone who doesnât pay rent here, is buzzing my door like this!â
You hear him giggle and can imagine the blush on his face, âCmon mama, Iâve told you multiple times that I would pay your rent, but nooo, youâre a modern-day wo-â
âYeah, yeah, Jackson, cmon up.â
You buzz him through and wait for him to come up. You light your cigarette in the meantime and put on the latest âDonny Hathawayâ record. You hear a knock on your door, look through the peephole to see your favorite visitor; Michael. Exhaling your smoke, you open the door with a smile on your face. âWell if it isnât my favourite superstar-â â I thought you were gonna quit those.â he interrupted with a smirk and a roll of his eyes. He plucked the cancer stick out of your mouth. âHey! I was smoking that! And I said I would quit âMarlborosâ, these are âAmerican Spiritsâ you argue back. He puts it back in its ashtray and sits on your couch. âEither way, all of them are bad for you. If weâre gonna live together forever, you canât smoke those Tink.â You scrunch your nose at the nickname (you secretly love it), âWhat did I tell you, bout callin me that?â He leans back, and widens his legs with a smile taking over his face, âHey, I think itâs pretty fitting! Especially since I met you with pixie dust up your-â âOh boooo nigga! What are you even doing in my neck of the woods?â You asked with your hands on your hips. You didnât notice him giving you a look over.
You had on green hipster shorts, with a white halter top, and your toes freshly painted red. He licked his lips before looking in your face, â I had a meeting here, you know the movie is about to be released soon? So I had dinner with some of the cast. Nipsey, Diana of course-â
âMmcht.â
âWhat was that?â
âNothing!â you said with a smile.
He notices, of course he does. But he doesnât say anything about it. Youâve always been weird ever since that day on set, him and Diana came late. He notices youâre still standing away from him. Usually you wouldâve hugged him, and had your legs in his lap, playing with his hair. âWhat are you doing all the way over there Tink? I donât smell do I?â âNahh, youâre not funky this time, smelly.â He smiles at the nickname you used, and pops up. âSpeaking of funky, you get the record I sent over?â Nodding you respond, âYes Mikey I got it. Itâs a good record, how is the rest of the album going?â You both are referencing âBlame It on the Boogieâ He gets up to find it in your mini library. â Oh Tink, itâs really smelly! Youâre gonna love it, mama! May I?â
You nod, and for a moment the humble apartment is silent, as he switches vinyls. Itâs soon filled with the infectious and energetic horns. He immediately starts dancing. You watch him as he puts on his own intimate performance for you.
âMy babyâs always dancing, it wouldnât be a bad thing. But I donât get no loving, and thatâs no lieâ
He whips his head back, with a permanent smile on his face. You rock to the music and giggle at his performance. Even when itâs just you guys, heâs dancing as if heâs performing for thousands. He suddenly hits one of his famous spins, this time something is different. Maybe, itâs because youâve never been this close to him while heâs performing, but you notice something; his eyes. As he spins, theyâre looking up, almost at the back of his head. By the end of the song, heâs breathing hard and walks to you. He flops in your lap and you start to smooth down his brow that doesnât need smoothing.
âWhatâs on your mind Tink? I can hear you thinking.â You thump him playfully. âHey!â
âYa know⌠when you spin, your eyes roll back?â
He makes a face, âHuh?â
âYeah, they go up like youâre going in a UFO or somethinâ.
â I guess Iâve never noticed. Is that a bad thing?â
âNo no, itâs not! Just observing. You actually look kind of cute.â
âOh please, Y/N!â
âOh cmawnn!
â° a/n: im a fuckin liar, that wasnât short ân sweet at all! but i hope you guys enjoyed it! my requests are still open!
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