golden hour • the period of daytime shortly after sunrise or before sunset, during which daylight is redder and softer than when the sun is higher in the sky
SUMMARY | In which you’ve fallen in love with the one person who can’t afford to be selfish, but neither of you seem to care.
PAIRING | mark lee x reader
CATEGORY | prince!mark, healer!reader, angst
WORD COUNT | 7.5k
WARNINGS | sickness, mentions of death
SONG REC | Pretty Face - Sóley
It started, as most stories do, with a song. A golden sunset, filtering through the small framed windows, turning the cobblestone floor of the stone castle a jaded orange. The spring air smelled of flowers and pollen, the scent of herbs from the castle garden lingering on the fabric of your clothes. You were only eleven, wandering through the castle in your servant’s dress, the hem dragging at your ankles.
i read this fan fiction back in 2019. i was inconsolable for days. it ruined me in the best ways possible. it affected my brain chemistry. i have searched for this fabrication for a long time and am glad i found it again. a day hasn’t passed where i haven’t thought of this fic. thank you 💞.
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Summary: Being Jackie’s girl, you tend to get whatever you want—but of course you have to earn it first.
Now playing: No Chill - PARTYNEXTDOOR
“Jackie isn’t this cute?” Your glossed lips smiled up at him, turning your phone around to show the black coach bag you’ve been eyeing.
He glanced at your phone, eyes scanning the screen before nodding. “Yea ma, it’s nice.”
Knowing you, he knew exactly where you were taking this. “You know…it would be nice to wear out someday soon.” You scooted closer to him. He looked at you with a small smile, “yea?”
You nodded, a gleeful expression on your face. “You know you gotta earn it baby.” He said booping your nose.
A small pout formed on your lips, curious on what you had to do.
“How?”
••••
“Breathe baby, you can take it. You want that bag right?” Jackie cooed above you as you moaned into the pillow. His hand was pressed into the middle of your back, forming a deep arch.
His hips pounded into you, making sure you took every single inch of him. His idea of earning it means doing something you struggle to do often.
Take him fully.
“Jackieee.” You whined, his dick being deep in your stomach, making you feel like every particle of you was on fire. Your legs shook every time he entered, fingers gripping the sheets.
“You doin’ good ma.” He reassured before smacking your ass. The sting combatting with the pleasurable feeling of him thrusting in to you. He was so big, half of it felt like the whole thing—which is why you never bothered to take it fully.
Moans came out with each thrust along with his occasional grunts. He fully pushed in and let it rest inside of you for a second. He proceeded to grind his hips farther inside of you, not moving back an inch.
You felt his dick slightly shifting inside of you causing you to cry out, hand flying behind you to press against his abdomen. “Uh uh baby, move yo hand.” He said.
He laced his fingers with your hand that was against him, using it as support to drill you. You gripped his hand tighter as his thrusts became relentless, heavy balls slapping against your clit.
“You creamin’ all over me ma.” He said with a small laugh. He used his free hand to spread one of your cheeks, staring at his dick pumping inside of you, coming out with milky cream.
He smacked your ass one more time with a groan before letting go of your hand. He eased down on top of you, pressing you both against the bed.
Your eyes rolled back feeling him go deeper as his weight settled on top of you. “Fuckkk.” You moaned, clenching around him subconsciously. “Mhm, take that shit.” He whispered in your ear as he continued to thrust into you.
His hand trailed to your neck taking a hold of it, lightly gripping. You bit your lower lip, as his hold on you stirred more arousal in your stomach. “You gon’ get that bag ma?” He asked you.
You nodded to the best of your ability, his dick practically taking your breath away. He used his free hand to squeeze under you, finding your clit. “Cum on me ma, show me you want that bag.”
Your whines only increased in volume, headboard banging against the wall. You grabbed his forearm as your legs shook, waves of your orgasm passing through you.
Your mouth hung open, eyebrows pinching together. You felt light kisses on your neck and shoulder contrasting against the rough thrusts he was giving you.
Summary: Jackie just being absolutely obsessed with you!
Now playing: Mine - Bazzi
No one would've thought Jackie Jackson would be the one to fall in love. He didn't think he would either but once he met you at a bookstore Michael dragged him to, he knew you were the one.
You were so pretty to him, and he found it adorable as your eyes failed to maintain eye contact while he showed his interest. "Let me take you out, beautiful." The gentle kiss from his lips on your hand made your face heat up.
After you hesitantly agreed, you spent countless dates getting to know each other. He became absolutely infatuated with you. He began buying you random items that reminded him of you. Cute journals, romance books, even platform heels.
You were a bit nervous getting involved with him, knowing he's two years older than you, clearly more experienced. You figured that out when he leaned in to kiss you. You were in the passenger seat, hands staying stiffly to your lap as his lips connected to yours.
Noticing your tense body, he held your hands in his, kissing down your neck causing a slow arousal to build up in your stomach. "I got you princess, alright?" He said and you nodded. That day he shown you exactly how to make out, where to place your hands, and how to move your tongue.
Jackie did not play when it came to you, not wanting anyone to even look at you the wrong way. While y'all were in the mall, he noticed one of the workers staring at you. You were unaware of course, deciding what shoes would go well with the pink ruffled skirt.
Jackie stared down the worker, stepping in front of you to block his view. The worker made eye contact with Jackie and turned his attention back to his job. "Should I get this?" You asked Jackie. He didn't hesitate to nod, wanting to give you whatever you wanted,
His brothers were no walk in the park either. Inviting you over to swim in the pool, he knew it was going to be a problem when he saw you in your bikini. Jermaine and Marlon already staring at you as you walked in with a awkward smile.
"She doesn't need y'all staring at her." Jackie said wrapping his arm around you. The boys averted their gaze knowing Jackie would go to war for you. They couldn't blame him either, he hit the jackpot.
Jackie being experienced, he didn't mind teaching you things. Back to his chest in his bedroom, he guided you on how to touch yourself. It only ended in his fingers inside of you, as he covered your mouth with one hand.
Once you warmed up to him, you would tell him all about your interests. He would sit there and admire your features, staring at your eyes and glossy lips. After a while he couldn't help but grab you by your face and kiss you.
Jackie would never deny the fact he loved you, already hiding a pretty promise ring in his room where you wouldn't find it.
hi mama idk if ur accepting requests But on the chance that u are ... could i request thriller mike who's inexperienced and has only recently lost his virginity to reader who's like deadass a freak and she sucks on his tongue like it's his dih 😝😝😝😝 and he's so like. frazzled.
THRILL YOU MORE THAN ANY GHOUL ; thriller!michael jackson / f!reader
summary; Your sweet boyfriend takes you to a drive-in cinema for a new horror flick. He doesn't know you couldn't give two shits about the movie.
word count; 2.5k
warnings/tags; 18+ mdni. established relationship, inexperienced mike, freaked out reader with a capital F, some power play i think? explicit sexual content: semi-public, erections, teasing, making out/french kissing, dry humping, he cums in his pants d'aww <3
A/N; you knew what you were doing when you opened the ask with "hi mama"... i received this yesterday and it's been haunting me all day like the green goblin mask. my brother(=anon) is just another me... i love you for this. i listened to mama yonce while writing this, #tonightillbeyournaughtygirl. one line was inspired by my moot @kissmyglxck 's fic "can you feel it?!" which you should deff read. (also, i feel like i have to say it: this is UNRELATED to the 'lady in his life' series!)
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Michael’s nervous.
And you can very well tell he’s nervous, just by the way he’s glancing at you. His eyes are big; two black pearls glistening with the distant reflections of the cinema projector. He damn near bats his lashes at you, like a deer. And the longer the opening credits go on, the less you find yourself caring for Sleepaway Camp.
Not that you cared much to begin with; you just let him think you did. Ever since last Sunday, after he woke up in your bed and looked up at you like you hung every star in the sky just because you squeezed a couple of oranges in a glass for him, well… The boy’s been wrapped around your pinky.
And you? You… feel like a wolf. A drooling, cartoonishly hungry wolf.
Something ancient and primal claws at you from the inside-out with every single move he makes: the way he’s rubbing his thighs with both hands, probably nervous and clammy. Mmh, fuck… Or, the way his eyes dart between you and the big screen like pendulums, the corners of his mouth twitching. As if making sure you’re actually ignoring the movie in favor of watching him, and that he’s not crazy for thinking as much.
“You don’t like it?” he whispers, even though there’s no reason to. You’re cooped up in his car, not in a theater. He’s so sweet. “The movie?”
“I think my view’s better…” You grin slyly, bottom lip getting caught by your teeth. You’re facing him over the console, one leg bent under you. Your idle hand drifts to his nape, toying with his curls, and you have to bite your lip harder when you feel him shiver.
He laughs, a bashful little chuckle. His big, beautiful, mouth-watering palm comes down on your thigh and gives you a squeeze before it settles there, rubbing absentminded patterns. Oh, you’re going to eat him the fuck up.
“Hey, Bambi?” you whisper too, because it’s more fun that way. Like you’re sneaking around.
“Hm?” He turns his head, lips pursed. (When you’re with other people, calling him Bambi would’ve had him clowned ‘til kingdom come. Especially by his brothers. You’d never do that, even though you’ll very easily tell them to fuck off in the same breath. But, when you’re alone? Well, that’s another conversation entirely.)
And, fuck, that little stache he’s grown out…? May God help him because he’s going to fucking need it, that’s all you’re saying.
You make a point of looking around the open space outside the window, the few other cars currently attending scattered around like crumbs. No one next to you, or in front, or behind. The loudness of a doomed summer camp echoing off the screen, everything else perfectly dark and all sounds perfectly muffled.
Just… perfect.
“Isn’t it nice?” you ask, fingers rubbing the bottom of his scalp with more gusto, more intention.
“The movie?” he smiles. “Baby, I don’t think you’ve watched anyth—”
“No, no, not the movie,” you giggle. “Just… this.”
His hold on your thigh tightens, and the fiend inside you rejoices. “Everywhere’s nice with you.”
There he goes, saying shit like this and making your heartbeat pick up. As if that face wasn’t enough.
“Doesn’t it make you wanna, I don’t know…” You take a breath, fingers twirling a curl around the way you know causes him goosebumps. “…Fool around?”
If possible, his eyes widen even more. He adjusts in place, gaze shifting around as if he’s about to get caught like a teenager in a liquor store. You need him so bad. It’s fucking ridiculous. And he smells so good…
“Here?” he asks, and he doesn’t sound half as nervous as he looks. If anything, he sounds… Hm. You can’t really pinpoint it yet. But he’s sounded that way more and more since Sunday; like a reinvention, a sudden spurt of confidence.
(You wouldn’t be surprised to find out your pussy’s just that good. Nothing you haven’t heard before, thank you!)
“Do you give a shit about Sleepaway Camp, Mike?”
“Not one,” he shakes his head, running his tongue over the front of his pearly whites. That sly smile is creeping up his lips, making the apples of his cheeks just ripe enough to bite.
“Then kiss me.”
Who is he to deny you?
His mouth tastes faintly of the vaseline he uses on his lips, and the strong tang of Big Red’s cinnamon flavored gum he loves to chew on. It leaves you tingling with each hungry swipe he gives you, both of his palms now anchored on the base of your neck, his fingers splayed over your jaw and cheeks. So, so big. So pretty. So Michael.
You kiss him like you want to eat him down to the bone, because that’s exactly what you want. It’s open-mouthed almost from the get-go; he lets out a surprised yelp and you swallow it immediately, tongue licking over his soft and glistening lips before making its way past his teeth. He shudders.
Fuck.
You moan into him. And—like the hungry wolf you are—you break the kiss and grin evilly when he chases after it. You don’t let him process it before you’re messily climbing over the console, house keys jiggling as you land on his lap. He’s looking up at you with those big, wide, Bambi eyes; looking up at the wolf’s maw with nothing but awe.
(Don’t get you wrong. He’s still a man. Not the most experienced or macho or… whatever else the majority of your friends seem to be chasing after. But a man, nonetheless. He has a presence about him. And, you’d seen the way his brothers teased him the first time he brought you out with them and the rest of their women, acting like he was a little boy.
So, you’d played it up for their eyes; shyly asked him for permission to have another drink, like the most natural thing in the world. Cuddled up next to him on the booth, his arm around your shoulder, his legs spread like he owned the place. You swore too much in the exact way you knew he disliked, just to make him click his teeth at you in reprimand, make him tell you, “C’mon now, why you cussin’ like that?”
Just to purposefully look apologetic, batting your eyelashes and saying, “Sorry, baby,” over the rim of your glass. The looks exchanged meant you’d hit your goal; a mix of brotherly humor, combined with the dick-measuring sort of respect men have with each other.
Even though you’ve got a firm metaphorical grip around his leash. Even though you are the wolf, spit glistening just at the thought of tasting him. You like him enough to play the lamb. No other man’s ever made you do that for them, but then again, no other man is Michael.)
So, yeah, point is? You might’ve been his first, but you certainly aren’t the first to fall victim to those eyes. He knows exactly how to wield the dual weapon. Exactly how.
“Open your mouth,” you say suddenly, arms wrapping around his neck to bring him close. You’re already heating up under your jeans, heart fluttering in tandem with his goddamn lashes.
You dive into him the second he does, biting on his bottom lip because you just can’t help yourself. But then your tongue is swirling against his, sighing into him, grounding yourself against his lap. He gasps deep down his chest when you do, palms tightening on your hips, tongue helpless against your onslaught.
“Mmh,” you murmur against him, hips giving a small experimental grind. He pushes up against you, adjusting his grip and legs, pushing them out further in a way that has your pussy almost dancing. You both smile against each other’s mouths.
But then, just as his and your lips are coincidentally opened, sucking in a quick breath together… You dive back in. Lips locked, you find his tongue and suck.
The way Mike shakes, you’d think he’s gotten a fucking fever.
He lets you nibble on his tongue for just a moment more before he’s breaking the kiss, chest rising and falling like he’s run a marathon, eyes hooded and clouded when they meet yours.
“Why’d you do that for?” he asks, brows scrunched in a painfully pretty and disbelieving frown. He looks so… frazzled. Like you just shook his world.
You pout playfully, playing with the curls around his nap again, laying your weight on him. “It’s French kissing. Don’t you like it?”
He swallows, and when he speaks, his breath smells of cinnamon and blackberry. Your chapstick. “What type of Frenchmen have you been kissin’ like that, huh?”
You laugh. He breaks into a smile when you do, like he was waiting for it. His thumb is rubbing you softly on the hip, inconspicuously trailing up your blouse hem.
“Well, d’you like it? ‘Cause, I, um, wanna do it again…” Your hold on his curls tightens, sharply, and he bares his teeth in a smile. “Like, real bad…”
“You can do whatever you want to me, baby…” He suddenly brings you down against him, the abrupt show of strength shooting a painful pang between your legs.
It’s all the incentive you need.
You kiss him again, tongue-first, and he mirrors you immediately. Somewhere from the back on the big screen a girl screams, but it’s all drowned out by the feeling of his mouth falling slack-jawed as you take his tongue into you again. You suck it softly, moaning at the feeling of it twitching, at the taste of his spit, the way he starts bucking his hips against you helplessly.
Your poor baby, oh, he’s so hard… It must be aching…
The thought shouldn’t feel as evil as it does.
You let go of Michael’s tongue with a tiny pop, inhaling a breath before tutting disapprovingly at him for closing his mouth. You sigh: “Nooo, open up, c’mon, wanna see it…”
He does. That tiny adorable furrow of his brow is back again, his mind probably running a hundred miles per minute, hips so cutely grinding up against you with absolutely no help.
With the biggest smile ever, you give his tongue a lick; a shiver shoots straight down your spine when he cries a broken, “A–ah…”
You continue like that. Kitten-licks on his warm tongue, moaning every time it twitches and he instinctively pulls it back before muttering an apology and giving you a peck. After a minute or so, you shift your technique; sliding the tip of your tongue across the entire sensitive underside of his, smiling when he shakes, puckering your lips and sucking it softly again…
Michael’s grown desperate. He’s set an almost-steady rhythm with his hips, grinding and moaning and squeezing your hips down because you’re making no moves whatsoever. If he wants help, he has to help himself.
One of his hands, trembling, sneaks up the line of your spine and buries itself in your nape, bringing your head back. You both gasp breathlessly, and for a second, the only thing connecting you is a string of saliva before it breaks.
“I can’t, I,” he stutters brokenly, “mama, you gon’ make me—”
“Mhm?” you hum in encouragement, hips rising to hover a bit, mouth trailing up to his ear and giving it a soft kiss. He whines at the loss of contact, and you don’t fight against his hands when they bring you down again.
You’re so wet. Like, unfairly, panty-ruining, on-the-verge-of-a-handfree-orgasm wet. You have been for a while, but the actual friction through your jeans is minimal. Though the inseam is currently working wonders for your predicament, it’s still not enough. But that’s okay. You don’t mind.
“I’m serious, girl,” he punches out. “You keep goin’ like that and I’ll, I’ll—”
“Will you?” you whisper. Your cheeks hurt with the way you’re beaming.
“Stop,” he says, sharply. Resolutely.
“Really?” You pout. (No, not really.)
His eyes crumble at your face. He shakes his head, clenches his eyes, neck falling back and revealing its gorgeous expanse to you. His throat bobs, and it looks mouth-watering.
“No, honey, no… Not really…” he sighs, eyes falling shut before he’s connecting your lips again.
“Fuck, you taste so good…” you murmur between breaths.
“Thank you, pretty baby,” he sighs into you, taking your bottom lip between his teeth and giving it a pull as he breaks the kiss. He sucks in a nervous breath before he breaks out into his most money-winning smile. Yeah, he knows exactly what he’s doing. “Do it again f’me?”
He doesn’t have to tell you twice.
You could suck on his tongue for hours if he’d let you. It tastes sweet; a bit salty from the popcorn, deep in a way that reminds you of the cinnamon spice syrup you grew up eating in everything your mother baked.
Fuck, he’s so responsive, bucking against you and straining against his jeans, the muffled friction through the denim dizzying. You twist and turn your head, almost making out with just that part of him. But you kiss him too, small pecks to cut it up, and he melts into you each time.
When you lick on the underside of his tongue again, his hips stutter, and he clutches you against him like a vice.
Aw, wait. Did he just…?
Aww—
“Nonono…” he cries, forehead falling against yours. He’s still twitching, and when you selfishly ground your hips against the tent in his jeans hard, he jumps like a spring. “Stop, stop, I’m—”
“What happened, Mike?” you ask, not even trying to sound convincing.
“Stop playing,” he groans. “Somebody dyin’ back there—”
You cut him off, giggling: “I don’t give a shit about the movie, baby! Did you just…?” One of your palms drifts down his shoulder to his belly, dangerously close to the quickly-spreading darkened patch of denim.
He grabs your wrist, not that you had any intention of going down farther. (That’s a big fat lie. You’d love nothing more than to get a little taste, but you’re scared it’s going to send him into cardiac arrest, or something. Some other time, ease into it). He brings it up his mouth, kissing the side of your hand, doe-eyes locked onto yours.
“It’s embarrassing…” he lilts. His facial proportions are, like, 90% straight eyes. Staring a hole into you and tempting you to further violate public decency.
“It’s flattering,” you counter. “And sexy. D’aww, baby… You have no idea what it does to me…”
Sneakily, you bring your other hand down, shaking your head in a cooing motion when he twitches in anticipation. But you don’t touch his aching dick, no matter how much you need to. Your palm just glides under the hem of his soft sweater, rubbing comforting circles on his belly as he sighs.
Mmh, you can feel the tiny curls of his happy trail… Fuck. Fucking fuck.
“Gotta,” he kisses you, breaking apart, “make it up,” another kiss, “to my baby now,” another on your cheek, “don’t I?”
“I guess you do, huh?” you grin, chewing on the inside of your cheek. “How d’you plan on doing that exactly, Mr. Thrill-her?”
There it is again; that million dollar smile. Paired with the playful but stinging—delicious—smack he lands on your ass, it’s downright lethal.
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hi !! i wanted to ask if u could make a fic about this one rumor of michael jackson, the rumor was that he looked at a girls clothing with a peek hole over her breasts and he (allegedly..) said “it’s those types of shirts that makes me want to rip them off” which leads to smut😛 (preferably otw or thriller michael please) also this is completely your choice to add but can u make the reader and michael be kinda loud to the point one of his brothers warn him.? thx so much🥹💗
Contains: Black reader, established relationships, thriller era, explicit content, strong language, size kink, switch! Michael, cum trapping
Summary: You showed your boyfriend your new top, and he liked it way too much!
Now playing: My Moon My man - Feist
"Are you ready, Mikey?" You called out from his closet. Michael was laid out on his bed, waiting for you to show him the final result of your shopping spree.
You decided to visit your boyfriend after to show him your items which he technically paid for since you used his card.
“Yes, baby!” He responded, slightly perking up from excitement. He loves seeing your outfits especially when they hug your curves so well.
As you walked out, a smile formed on his face, eyes trailed down your outfit. “Tadaaa!” You gave him a 360, showing off the black top and jeans.
His eyes kept drifting to the key hole top, seeing your cleavage revealed. “You look so good, mama.” He smiled, swinging his legs off the bed, coming to his full 5,9 height.
“So you really like it? I was debating on getting the top, but—.” You were cut off by his lips on yours, large palms cradling your face in his hands. You moaned as his tongue swiped against your bottom lip, letting him ease his tongue into your mouth.
Michael wasn’t the kind of guy to jump at intimacy the first chance he got so something must have set him off. “You look so pretty.” He mumbled against your mouth, lips meeting yours once again.
His hand trailed down to your chest, gently caressing your breast. His kisses moved to your neck, leaving a cool moisture against it causing you to bite your lip.
“M-Mikey, what’s gotten into you?” Your eyebrows furrowed, feeling the heat build up in your panties. “Baby, I need you.” He wrapped his arms around your legs, picking you up.
You giggled as you wrapped your legs around his waist, and he continued to mark your neck. “Your brothers are home though.” He laid you on his bed, not paying your sentence any mind.
“We’ll be quiet.” He mumbled against your neck. His hands trailed up your shirt, meeting your warm skin making you arch into him.
He sat up, a dazed look on his face as he looked directly through the hole in the shirt. “Can I just buy you another one?” He asked, eyes coming up to yours.
“Why would you bu—” A loud rip sounded through the room as he tore the shirt, using the pre cut hole. You gasped, seeing the black fabric now in his hands.
“MICHAEL!” You yelled, now fully siting up. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” He quickly said, pushing you back down. Before you could even think about cussing him out, he wrapped his lips around your nipple.
Your hands clenched against the sheets, a shaky exhale leaving your mouth. His hand came to rub and pinch the other nipple.
“M-Mikey—fuck—you ripped my top.” You groaned. He disconnected his lips for a split second. “I’ll buy you a new one, I promise.”
As he slurped his nipple in your mouth, he let out a soft moan against it making you clench around nothing. You were truly soaked at that point.
Your eyes rolled back, fingers coming to rest against his curls. You tried to keep your moans to yourself, but he seemed as if he was on a mission.
He sat up to look at you, “Can I eat your pussy? Please.” Michael begged, a slight furrow in his eyebrows, lips wet from his recent ministrations.
You nodded, the desperate look on his face made you want to give him the world. He looked like he was shaking with need. He immediately wrapped his fingers around your waistband taking everything off at once.
The cool air blew against your wet pussy, and he pushed your legs towards your shoulders, opening you up for him. “You’re so wet, mama.” He whispers, kneeling down before you.
“All for you, baby.” You said. He wrapped his lips around your clit, giving it a gentle suck making your eyes roll back. “Oh my Goddd.” You moaned.
He flattened his tongue and delivered a slow stroke from your entrance to your clit. Your legs shook as you looked down to see his eyes closed, nose rubbing against your clit.
You would’ve thought you haven’t been eaten out in decades based off the way your body was reacting. His arm circled around your thigh, palm coming to rest on your tummy to stop you from moving.
He pulled back to allow a trail of spit to drop down your clit, and rubbed it in his with thumb. “Your pussy taste so good. It’s all mine right?” He asked, doe eyes trailing to look at you.
“Y-yes, Mikey.” Your legs shook, feet resting on his shoulder blades. He came back down warm tongue rubbing against your clit once again. You felt his finger prod against your entrance, using your wetness to ease it in.
You gasped, hips bucking into his mouth. “Mmm.” He moaned against your center. He slid in another finger now plunging them in and out, eyes watching your expression.
You covered your mouth with your palm, leaving the wet sounds of your pussy and his mouth circling around the room. You felt the heavy pressure in your stomach as your orgasm crept up on you.
He noticed your hips chasing after his mouth and sucked on your clit while curling his fingers inside of you, brushing against your g-spot.
“Cum f’me, mama.” He demanded causing your body to shutter. You released into his mouth and he didn’t hesitate to replace his fingers with his tongue, licking inside to collect every drop of your essence.
“O-okay, Mikey.” You said, pushing his head back from your now sensitive pussy. He removed his mouth, a slight line of saliva connecting his tongue to your pussy before it broke.
He stood up, unzipping his pants in a hurried rush dragging his pants and boxers down. His tip was dripping pre-cum, stiff dick slightly bouncing in the air.
“Need to be inside you.” He said crawling over your body, leaving kisses all over your face. “Give it to me, Mikey, please.” You begged while arching your back into him.
He slapped his heavy tip against your swollen clit a few times, before slowly entering it in. You whined wrapping your arms around him. His eyes rolled back as you tightened around him, mouth dropping open in a silent moan.
“Mama, you feel so good.” He whimpered. He paused waiting for you to adjust. You felt your walls ease around him, legs shivering at the stretch. “Breathe for me, baby. Let me in.” He whispered.
You closed your eyes, slowing down your breathing to relax your body allowing him to push to the base. “T-too big.” You whimpered.
“It’s inside mama, can you take it for me? I-I wanna feel you cum around me.”
Michael knows exactly how to get what he wants. He knows how dirty talk makes you clench around him, falling more into his voice.
“I’ll take it for you, Mikey.”
“Yea? Y’gonna take it f’me?”
You nodded quickly, a whimper spilling out of your mouth. His hips slowly pulled out, snapping back into you. The bed creaked, headboard slightly hitting the wall.
Your bottom lip was once again captured between your teeth, a heavy exhale falling from your nose. “You hear her mama? I think she missed me.” He let out a giggle followed by a whiny moan in your ear.
He wasn’t wrong, the creamy sounds of your pussy hit your ears.
Your mind was practically blank as he continued to thrust into you, speeding up and sending moans flying out of your mouth. “I-I—” you don’t even know what you were trying to say.
“Shhh, you doing good f’me. I love this pussy.” He whimpered. He sat up, putting your legs around his shoulders and lifted your hips a bit to reach a deeper depth.
“MICHAEL!” You cried out, scrambling for anything to grab. You don’t even care about how loud you were, only feeling Michael.
“B-baby, don’t clench like that.” He whimpered, starting to move your body up and down his length.
He was simply dragging you back and forth on his dick, slamming you against him with force. He stared down at you which sent you spiraling into your second orgasm.
The headboard slammed against the wall as he begin to move his own hips burying his dick farther in your. “M-Mikey, I can’t take it.” Your hand flew to press against his abdomen.
“You can, mama. I need it—I need you around me.” He moved your hand out of the way, planting his hands beside your head. Your heart sped up watching him lean over you, your thighs now pressed against your chest.
“M-Mikey wai-FUCK!” You cried as his hips began slamming into you. You would’ve thought the bed was gonna break as it continued to slam against the wall.
“So good—oh my God—it’s so good.” He whispered, tears pricking his eyes. “I’m sorry mama—I just wanna cum inside you.” His hips slammed against your ass repeatedly.
“MICHAEL, KEEP IT DOWN!” You heard a shout from outside of his door. It seemed as if he didn’t process a thing, eyes tightly clenched above you as he continued to pound your pussy.
“C-can’t—pretty pussy—need it.” He began to babble indicating he was close to his orgasm. “All mine—gonna cum inside of you—make you a mommy.”
“W-wait!” You cried out, pussy sensitive to his neediness. Your legs flailed helplessly over his shoulders as he dug inside of you. Your body shifted moving up the bed and he followed after you.
“Take it—take it mommy.” He whimpered, hands coming to hold you down. His eyes stared down at you, pooled with tears that slowly rolled down his face. He was in absolute desperation to cum inside of you, mind clouded from the feeling of your pussy.
You couldn’t fight the third orgasm that took over you, clenching tightly around his dick. He let out a moan mixed with a deep grunt from his chest as ropes of cum shot into you.
“I love you—I love you—please.” He whimpered still grinding down into you, as he fucked both of your orgasms into you. You were in absolute shell shock, entire body practically vibrating below him.
The room was filled with heavy breathing, small whimpers leaving your mouth. “I’m sorry.” He whispered pulling out, eyeing the mixture of your essence dripping out of your hole.
“ARE Y’ALL DONE?!” He heard from outside of his room, suddenly shy and embarrassed. “SORRY.” He yelled back.
He cleared his throat, wiping the stray tears from his face and looked at you.
Jaafar x ex gf reader fic where she’s drunk, she won’t stop calling, and texting him by cussing him out. She’s also sad when she leaves him some voice mails but still has an attitude. His phone won’t stop blowing up during a meeting for Michael, and he leaves to get her and he puts her in her place when he tells her she ruined his meeting. They can get back together too towards the end.
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A/n: Ugh he's such a sweetie pie, I can't imagine him so mean. WELP on with the show. Inspired by this and this twt vid(MDNI!!!)this is a bit nasty I fear🌚
A/n: Asks temporarily closed!!
Contains: Black reader, explicit content, strong language, mean! Jaafar, n word usage, fingers in mouth, choking(bicep) impact play, spit, daddy kink
Summary: a drunken night causes rash decisions
Now playing: Resentment - PARTYNEXTDOOR
Your foot tapped impatiently against the club floor, bass sounding from nearby. You were stood in the hallway by the restrooms, holding yourself up against the wall.
“Hello?” The familiar voice came out almost sounding like a whisper. “You get on my fucking nerves, you know that?” You immediately started, a small slur in your words.
Even hearing his voice sent an infuriating energy through your body. He stuttered your name, surprised that you would be calling right now. In the middle of a late meeting, he forgot to turn his ringer off.
Imagine the surprise on his face seeing an unknown number. He assumed it was an emergency, asking to step out for a minute. Hearing your drunken voice made his eyebrows furrow.
“Duh nigga, who else?!” You were frustrated, tired of seeing his face everywhere. You guys had a nasty break up a few months ago, accusations of cheating flying around and never confirmed true.
A nice club outing with your friends soon turned into a drunk angry rage after seeing a photo of him pop up on your timeline. You didn’t care if you looked crazy, you care that he heard your voice.
“I’m busy.” A familiar beep played in your ear, and you looked at the phone in shock seeing the call ended. The next few moments consisted of repeated calls, outraged texts that probably lost your ticket into heaven, and tons of voice recordings.
“I hate you so fuckin’ much.”
“Probably busy with some girl, can’t even pick up the phone no more.”
“You plaaayed in my face”
"Fuck you...and every bitch you talk to."
You were even crying in some. Your emotions were everywhere and they all lied in Jaafar’s phone right now.
After the 30th missed call appeared in Jaafar’s peripheral, he rubbed a hand down his face. “I’m sorry, something important came up.” He said standing to dismiss himself.
The executives wished him well, and let them know they’ll let him know any updates. Once Jaafar made it to his car, he sighed reading and listening to every single voicemail and message you left.
The more he listened, the more irritated he got. He was almost fuming by the time he got to the end. You interrupted an important meeting because you were drunk off your ass.
He ended up calling and you didn't hesitate to answer. "What you want, nigga?" Your voice came through the speaker, slightly muffled beneath the booming music.
"Where you at?" He asked, fingers drumming impatiently against the steering wheel.
"Why would I tell you?”
"Because you called me thirty damn times."
You were silent at first, trying to process his words. "...oh."
"Now answer the question."
The roughness in his voice made you hesitate. "Velvet."
He didn't even respond, hanging up the phone in your face once again. By the time he arrived, you were in the midst of pouring another shot into your mouth.
Before you could toss it back, he took the shot from your hand. "What the fuck?" You complained throwing your hands up. He set the shot glass down and rubbed his temples. "Let's go."
You looked around in confusion, "Nobody wanna go with you boy." His jaw clenched, and he caught your chin, pulling you close until his lips brushed against your ear.
"Go get your ass in the car." His tone held poison, enough to have you straighten up immediately. You told your friends you had a ride and followed him out of the club.
Once he managed to get you in the car, you sat with your arms crossed, eyes fixated on the window. "What the hell is wrong with you?" He asked.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Your heeled shoe tapped against the car floor, not wanting to give him the time of day.
"I was in an important business meeting but someone kept blowing up my phone."
You shrugged as if you didn't care only frustrating him more. He started the engine and pulled off. "Should've just stayed then." You mumbled.
•••
"Say it again." He demanded, his hand was pressed into the middle of your back, delivering rough thrusts from behind. You didn't think a conversation would lead to you bent over the bed you once shared, but here we are.
Only cries fell from your mouth, too overwhelmed from his dick pounding inside of you. "You had the most to say earlier, what happened?" He said in an almost mocking tone. He placed one foot on the bed, only digging farther into you,
"P-please!" Your hand flew back to press against his thigh, tears rolling down your face. He was so deep inside, it felt like you could feel him in your chest. He grabbed your hand, holding it back as he didn't slow down.
"I thought you was a big girl, you can't take it?" He cooed. "N-no." You whimpered, legs shaking. "Yes, the fuck you can. If you can cuss me out like that, you can take this dick." One hand came down to slap against your ass.
"Shiiiit." You moaned, another release washing over you. He noticed the white cream forming around his dick, only covering your folds in more essence. He took his foot off the bed before wrapping one arm around your forearms.
You felt your arms slightly stretch back before realizing he was lifting you up. He took a step back, taking you off the bed. "W-what are yo-fuckkk." You felt yourself slide down onto his dick, feet now dangling in the air.
His other arm came up and wrapped around your neck, bicep slightly pressed against your throat. You went absolutely dumb, feeling him in your stomach.
"You still wanna cuss me out?" He asked hearing your moans as he moved you up and down. You shook your head not having the effort to respond.
“What’s my name?” He whispered in your knowing dang well you could barely speak. You literally had no where to go, only being able to rest your head on his shoulder.
“Fuckin’ say it.” He said delivering a hard thrust while simultaneously forcing you down. “FUCK—I-it’s daddy.” You cried.
“Mhm, and whose pussy is this?” All decorum from him went out the window, finally having his ex at his will. “Y-yours, it’s your pussy.” You whimpered still being fucked into.
Your acrylic nails lightly grazed against his abdomen. He sucked on your neck, and you slowly felt your orgasm rising. “D-daddy, I’m cumming.” You warned.
He tightened his biceps around your throat, pressing you against him, while his hips thrusted into you. “Cum on this dick.” You shivered, wetting his dick up once again.
He pulled out, and put you on the bed, flipping you onto your back. He didn’t hesitate to enter you again, pushing your legs back, knees fully touching the bed.
“DADDY—I CANT.” You cried, he pinned your legs down. “Open your mouth.” You were practically shaking, barely understanding what he just said.
He slapped the side of your thigh, “I said open your mouth.” You finally registered the command, opening your mouth. He spat into your mouth, sticking 2 fingers inside right after.
“Suck on that shit.”
You sucked on his fingers, eyes rolling back at the beating your pussy was getting. “You want me to nut on this pussy?”
“Yes, yes please!” You muffled around his fingers. He slowly moved his fingers back and forth in your mouth as if he was fucking it. His hips sped up, and grunts flew out of his mouth.
“Shit.” He mumbled pulling out to cum all over your clit. Your pussy clenched around nothing, missing the feeling of his dick already. He rubbed your clit spreading his nut around making your legs shake.
“Lil nasty ass.” He said removing his fingers from your mouth and delivering a light smack against your clit. He leaned down to kiss you, a heated passion mixed in between. He pulled away, grabbing your chin to keep your attention on him.
“Don’t you ever in your life speak to me like that again.”
“I-I won’t.” You whined, still trying to recover. He kissed you once more but this one was slower, more sensual like it meant something. After cleaning both of you up, he held you against his chest.
“I’m sorry Jaafar.” You mumbled. “I’m sorry too, princess.” He kissed youre forehead.
“You know I never cheated on you right.” You sat up, eyes still lightly puffy from crying, lashes damp as well.
“And I never cheated on you, but you wouldn’t listen.” He said.
Months of miscommunication, just for the truth to be fucked out of both of you. “I still love you.” He said.
“I love you too.”
You both shared one more kiss. Potential hope in the future.
Summary: Michael was curious and who was better to ask than his friend
Now playing: Worst behaviour -kwn (feat. Kehlani)
“So, does riding hurt girls?” Michael randomly asked as he sat on the carpeted floor of your dorm room.
You looked at him from your bed, with your eyebrows furrowed, thinking of what could have him ask such a question.
“It just depends.” You shrugged answering honestly. Michael hummed, a comfortable pause in the air.
“Does it hurt you?” He asked. When you told Michael you’ll help him with life experiences, it went farther than you thought.
When Michael came to college, he didn’t have many friends. Both of you were paired for a project and you being a social butterfly, he felt comfortable with you.
He had an initial attraction to you but after allowing him into your circle, it only grew. One boring night in your dorm, he confessed he didn’t have much experience.
Why wouldn’t you want to help a very attractive, adorable, friend in need.
Somehow you ended up being friends with benefits.
•••
“You ready, baby?” You asked him, wrapping your hand around his large length. He nodded, breath picking up admiring your naked body.
When you and Michael first was heading down the intimacy road, you were so sure he wouldn’t be able to handle all that. Boy, did he prove you wrong.
The bed creaked as you positioned yourself over him, lining up his tip to your entrance. He placed his palms on your bed, clenching the sheets in anticipation.
You glided his tip between your folds, noticing he was already leaking pre-cum. He bit his lower lip, eyebrows pinched. You loved how sensitive he was, it only gave you encouragement to keep going.
You slid down on his stiff length, causing a whimper to tumble from his lips. You let out a moan, your arousal causing a smooth entry. You finally felt your ass connect to his hips indicating you reached the base.
His eyes were clenched tightly, chest rapidly moving up and down. "Look at me, Mikey." You told him, tilting your head to the side. He opened his eyes, already hooded seeming as if he was fucked out.
His dick stretched you out so well, and you couldn't help but clench around him. 'D-don't do that, I'm not gonna last." He moaned, hands flying to grip your hips.
You never cared if he came too quick, that was usually your goal. He managed to pop right back up a few minutes later.
He may not realize it but he has the stamina of a rabbit. You shook your head, planting both feet on the bed before sliding yourself up.
You stopped to where only his tip was in before slamming down, creating a clap in the room from the skin meeting.
"OH M-" Michael cut himself off with a loud moan, throwing his head back. "Mhm, you like the way that feel?" You asked.
Before he could respond, you repeated your movement, and his hands flew out to grip the fat of your hips. “P-please!” He whimpered, soft panting coming out.
His eyes struggled to stay open and you settled on rocking your hips against him. Michael was truly the best you ever had, and you told him that just to make him get all shy and cover his face.
You could tell he was smitten over you and you eat it up every time. As you grinded against him, he took that moment to catch his breath, admiring your pretty face above him.
His eyes landed on your glossed lips feeling the urge to kiss them. Once he felt you lifting up to his tip, his mind went somewhere else knowing what’s next.
You dropped back down onto him, ripping another cry out from him. His eyebrows furrowed,babbling random phrases as you continued the vulgar movement.
“Oh my—t-too good—can’t take it.” He whimpered. You placed your hands on his abdomen, throwing your ass against him, shaking the bed. Every slam, he let out an exasperated moan.
“You can take it baby—take this pussy—fuck.” Another thing he learned about himself is hearing your sweet voice dirty talking him. It only made him want to nut in you.
You placed one of your hands on your knee, gold bracelets jingling. You continued to bounce on him, and his mind started to get foggy, that’s how he knows he’s getting close.
“My baby look so cute under me like this.” You giggled while his head lolled to the side. “Y-you gonna make me cum.” He quickly said, hands tightening and loosening around you waist repeatedly.
He seemed as if he was trying to hold on to his sanity, using your soft skin as a guide.
You placed a hand on his knee, slightly arching back giving him an open view of your glinting belly ring. “You wanna cum, baby?” You asked him and he nodded quickly.
“Where at?” You loved making him speak to you, especially since he was shy when you first started. He didn’t even like hearing the words at first, now he begs you to speak like that to him.
“Inside.” He whimpered, “Show me.”
Whenever you say that phrase, it’s like a light switch. A sign for him to take over and do what he wants. He never fails to listen either.
He reaches up to pull you down against him, your nipples pressing against his chest. He planted his feet properly on the floor before pounding up into you.
You moaned, hands gripping the sheets feeling his tip kiss your cervix repeatedly. “T-tight—oh my God—p-please!” He begged as if he wasn’t in control. His hands trailed to grip your ass, making you meet him halfway.
The ball in his stomach only grew, and yours was already halfway. “Fuckkk, you doing so good.” You moaned in his ear. His jaw was dropped, dragging your soaking pussy up and down his length.
You felt his grip tighten, pace becoming frantic. You decided to kiss him, easing your tongue in his mouth.
His moans mixed with yours feeling your warm tongue roam in his mouth. He felt your slick glossed lips rub against his, sharing the shiny product.
Your eyes rolled back, body shaking as the bubble inside of you popped. You didn’t have time to warn him, too warped in the feeling of him using you.
The uncontrollable clenching from your pussy had him toppling over, warm nut shooting up into you. You sat up, catching your breath in the process.
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・❥・Thinking about how mature!michael would be the perfect husband for his controversial younger fiancé now turned wife. The way he would cater to your every need and desire. No matter what the public said about you he never cared anyways, he always wanted a woman that loved him genuinely and had a woman to treat like a Barbie doll
・❥・The way you’d wake up hot and bothered from a dream you had so you had no choice but to take it out on your husband. Waking him up and starting his day by giving him a blowjob until your hair was slightly messy and your mouth full of his cum. Of course he wanted more but this was all the time you could spare
・❥・ He loved how you woke up early enough to cook breakfast for the entire family before spending the day dedicated to the children’s education or activities to keep them busy.
・❥・Money was never an issue. Often times Michael would give you his credit card for you to spoil yourself, you weren’t even sure if you even had a limit. While he stayed home with the kids you would spend the day pampering yourself with things like spa trips, buying new dresses, and trying new coffee shops for your new matcha spot. Of course you’d sneak in lingerie shopping
・❥・Returning home just in time you’d get started on dinner while Michael and the children began cleaning up their mess. He would often stare at you and fantasize about all the times he used to freely bend you over and fuck uou in the kitchen before the the two of you had little ones running around. Michael, unable to wait until after dinner time placed the kids in front of the living room tv and turned on Finding Nemo to steal you away for a few seconds
・❥・Pulling you into the laundry room and sucking tongues while he began grinding his bulge into your pussy against the washing machine. He loved the times you disobeyed him so you’d be deprived for a couple days. Instead of allowing you to cum he’d only give you the satisfaction of dry humping him in his jeans or his thigh for the time being. The two of you only had a few minutes to spare before somebody came looking for either one of you
・❥・Michael praised how wet you could become for him but keep your composure. Finally allowing you to understand how much he loved when you woke him up with pleasure and how his days were better when you made such a bold decision
・❥・He loved when he came inside of you and you’d continue your day with a cum filled pussy followed by his fluids staining your underwear. Just the thought of you being so devoted to him that you’d carry a piece of him inside of you all day until you showered at the end of the day
・❥・The way you would lick the homemade icing off of the spatula after smearing it all over the freshly baked cinnamon rolls reminded him of the way you would lick his cum up as it came shooting out after one of your infamous blowjobs. The way you’d look at him with passionate eye contact, knowing it was on purpose and to get him hot and bothered for later on tonight
・❥・Michael took on the task of bathing the children and putting them to bed so you had the opportunity to bathe yourself and pamper for tonight’s festivities. You bathed in Amber Vanilla and Velvet Rose before oiling yourself and spraying yourself in Michael’s favorite perfume he loved on you so much. Instead of your usual silk gowns you stayed naked and covered yourself in the Egyptian silk sheets. The bedroom door swung open and quickly shut with a faint sound of a lock following
・❥・He loved your soft whimpers you let out as he rubbed his dick against your entrance before penetrating you without any warning. Michael loved running his fingers through your hair—tugging it each stroke. Digging further inside your guts and gently pecking your nose and lips before whispering how much he loved you and the amazing mother you were. “You’re mine and I’m yours” he whispered
・❥・Michael always made sure to allow you to cum back to back before he even thought about himself. He would sometimes have to push your head in between the pillows to keep you quiet. Always threatening to punish you if your moaning woke up the children. Every night he came deep inside you in hopes that you’d come running in his office with a positive pregnancy test very soon
(18+) 𓈒 ݁ ݂ pervy!michael who lovesss & i mean LOVES to steal your panties. he likes to wait for you and janet to go out, just so he can slip into janet's room and dig through your belongings. god, he felt so disgusting. he was such a pervert, and didn't like to admit that, of course. but, how the hell else do you describe stealing a random girl's panties?? perversion, that's what. he had 2 or 3 that he kept himself, always sweating his ass off whenever he'd overhear you asking janet where the pairs had gone. little did you know, he spent most nights jerking off with said panties, quietly cooing and whimpering as he dragged the soft fabric up and down on his cock.
"god." he'd groan out into the silence, closing his eyes to try and let his imagination flourish. he pictured you in nothing but the panties he currently was touching himself with, the little tiny bow on the hem driving him absolutely crazy. he imagined you crawling onto his naked body, pulling your panties to the side & bouncing up and down gorgeously on his length. he bit his bottom lip from the anticipation, your head thrown back as you rocked your hips delicately.
"fuck me, michael—oooh!—need you so bad." you'd scream out, his imagination obviously running wild.
"yeah, baby.. that's right." he'd speak in reality, his hand and your panties continuing to make him feel immaculate pleasure. "love it when you say my name." he whined, his hips bucking a few times as the scene in his brain continued to play.
fuck, he was such a pervert. only for you.
𝓶.list ❤︎ i cannot get over pervy michael UGH! i love these silly little thoughts that creep up on me late at night lmao, maybe i'm the pervert 😭😭
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— michael loves when you wear sundresses. so much so he can’t help but think disgusting thoughts and jerk off to them. especially to the one you put on today. ❤︎ ⊹ ࣪ ˖ !
thinking about perv otw!michaels dick that gets so hard when he sees you wearing those pretty sun dresses he loves.
when your over at his house playing with his sisters he can’t focus on anything else but you, he can’t do anything besides look at anything else but the pretty curve of your ass that gets revealed when you move a certain way.
or the way your pretty perky nipples poke out through the dress. bouncing slightly when you jumped on the grass—he doesn’t know why you didn’t wear a bra, but he’s thanking whoever helped make you that decision.
jackie and randy kept calling his name one to many times, teasing and snickering about how he can’t take his eyes off of you, and how he’s weird for staring at you through a window like a creep, but it’s true.
he knows it’s wrong because your here for his sisters and he shouldn’t be thinking these things.. but his mind keeps wandering to a visual that makes his pants tighten even more.
the scene that clouds his mind is lewd and disgusting—him rolling up your pretty dress from behind and sliding down your already slick panties. quickly going to rub your pretty cunt with two of his huge fingers feeling you shiver.
his dick strains even more when he thinks about the pretty moans and babbles that would come from your lips—already thinking about what’d he do next, sliding his two thick fingers that were rubbing you inside while his other hand slid down his pants getting ready to free his cock.
the only reason he imagines him fucking you from the behind is so he can see your back arched and your pretty ass bouncing against him and his hips when he thrusts—pleasuring cries being dragged from your throat as he quickens his pace.
and the fact that your pretty nipples are rubbing against the mattress being added to the stimulation, he bites his lip at the thought of flipping you around and seeing your pretty brown nipples puffy and sore.
but what really does it is him thinking about finishing inside of you—thick ropes of cum shooting out from his dick straight into, then pulling out mid stream to get it all over you body—thighs, stomach, chest, face.
“yo! come on, snap out of it.” jackie says, loud enough to make michael jump and get pulled out of his train of thought.
“he’s goin’ crazy, i’m telling you.” tito added, rolling his eyes.
“s-sorry!” michael stutters out, his dick is in so much pain now.. “i-i have to go to the bathroom. i’ll be back.” is all michael says avoiding eye contact with his brothers, but making sure to get a good look at you before he goes to his room to milk himself dry to you.
▸ ⋆˙⟡ ♡ A/N again, i wasn’t thinking of a certain race when writing this so anyone can read. just a short quick drabble / oneshot for now because i can’t get my brain to form any ideas! and thank you for the people who’ve requested stuff, i promise ill try and get back to you as soon as possible and post them. my requests are always open :) and thank you for the love i got on my last oneshot!!! i love you all so much. i promise to cook up some more thing for you all. ALSO THIS IS SHITTY. okay bye ❤︎
summary: you catch michael jerking off to one of your sexy little polaroid pics that he stole from your boyfriend's wallet. The sweet girl that you are, you decide to put him out his misery.
warnings: heavy smut with little plot, cheating, dom!reader, sub!michael, virgin!michael, creampie (sorry not sorry), f! oral receiving, m! oral receiving, michael is heavily inexperienced,
a/n: I’ve lowk been wanting to write something virgin michael based & this is what I came up with!! & also I’ve been in heat this week for some reason so fuck all that cute shit here’s sumthin dirty xoxo
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Michael plops himself on the edge of his bed, the sunlight pooling through the window behind him & on the polariod he’s holding, a polaroid of you. In the picture, you’re sat on your boyfriend’s lap in an oversized tee, probably his. Your bare ass is jutted out as you look back, smiling cutely at the camera lens, your boyfriend’s hand gripping the fat of your cheek. As much as Michael loves it, it doesn’t belong to him.
The Polaroid he’s holding actually belongs to your boyfriend, your loyal & loving boyfriend. He found it poking out his wallet that was laying on the couch while you, Janet, his brothers & of course your boyfriend, were in the occupied in the back garden drinking & chatting, completely unaware of his sly acts.
Michael’s always been a bit nosey, especially when it comes to you & your boyfriend. He can’t help but despise him, hates the way he looks at you, hates the way he touches you. He’d always feel a way when you brought him over almost every-time you visited. He was still such a boy even in his 20’s, so lustful & envious yet so shy & enclosed.
He’d always ogle at you from across the room anytime you weren’t looking. The natural pout of your ripe pink lips, or the way your tits would bounce a little any time you giggled or moved, practically threatening to fall out of your skimpy camisole.
He lays back on the bed, placing the sultry Polaroid next to him so he’s able to pull of his shorts & his boxers, his eyes never leaving the picture beside him. He leaves them pooled at his ankles, too excited & frantic to take them off completely.
His cock is already rock hard, standing upright, just begging to be milked after multiple painful hours of weeping pre-cum in his pants from the way your ass looked in those denim shorts today. Thank god it was summer, he thought to himself.
His cheeks flush hot & pink as he picks up the picture again, trembling from adrenaline. He knows it’s wrong, you’re taken, someone else’s property. But Michael’s a traditional man, a boyfriend ain’t a husband is it?
He wraps a shaky hand around his meaty shaft, long n’ full veins already making an appearance under the skin from his intense arousal.
Shallow pathetic whimpers fall from his lips as he gently strokes his cock, staring at your slutty little picture, his mouth agape. He’s never been so erect in his life, he can barely wrap it around his hand from how big it’s gotten.
"God help me." He whispers, his voice box cracking.
He was obsessed with you, he’s had a crush on you ever since Janet brought you over, he’s just never acted on it as he’s doing now.
His attempts to keep his eyes out the back of his head start to fail as he gets closer to his climax, his hips bucking sloppily into his fist as he shuts his eyes, falling deeper into his imagination & less in reality with each stroke. Your name fell out of his mouth instinctively like a mantra, his cock a ticking time bomb in his grasp.
All of a sudden, his selfish trance was broken with a creak with what sounded like a door. He looks to the sound briefly, thinking it was something else. But it wasn't, it was you. You'd been standing in the doorway for at least 2 minutes, leaning against it with your mouth pried open in a teasing, judgmental manner. Secretly, you liked watching him touch himself when he knew no one was watching, you found it primal & dirty.
It was you who'd pushed the door open a little so it would creak, making yourself known to Michael.
As soon as he saw you, he shot up & grabbed his boxers to pull them up in a scurried motion. He looked like a deer in headlights, his eyes all blown out & scattered. You watch him slide the Polaroid under his pillow, thinking you wouldn't notice, but of course you did.
Before he could open his mouth to talk, you butt in.
"I was just walkin' past, & I heard my name?" you coo, your sweet Indiana accent making him even more shy.
You step into the room, closing & locking the door behind you with a small click as he sits up. His shorts are still pooled at his ankles as you move closer, taking a seat next to him.
He plants his face in his hands, stiff as anything. He genuinely looked as if he could cry. The last thing he expected to see was you, that's the last person he'd want to see him in that state.
"m' so sorry—" Is all he could manage, his voice shaky & eyes glossy as he looks at you, "please don't tell Janet, I'll do anything for you not to tell her, Im so sorry—"
You place a hand on his cheek, caressing him softly as you tilt your head with a small pout of your lips.
"I ain't gonna tell anyone, okay baby?" You mewl at him like a kid as you nod.
He nods along like he has no mind of his own, totally dumbfounded by anything you tell him. Now that you think of it, he kind of reminds you of a puppy.
"I wasn't thinkin' about you though, I promise, it was just to some Playboy magazines." He protests.
You let out a little giggle as you pull out the Polaroid sticking out from under his pillow like a sore thumb. You hold it up in front of his face with an amused expression.
“What’s this then huh?”
You watch the colour literally drain out of Michael's face as he goes silent. His pulse booms in his ears as he feels his hands grow clammy. He stammers as he tries to explain himself to no avail.
"That's not mine—" He says.
"I know it's not yours silly, it's my boyfriend's." You reply, your bottom lip drawing in from how horny he must've been to take this.
"N-no, but I dont know how it got here."
You tut, putting the polaroid on the bedside table.
“I’m not dumb, I mean look—“ you lift his hand off his crotch, revealing his hard poking under his boxers. He hisses through his teeth from the mere sensation of you touching his hand.
“You’re still hard, I know you were touching yourself to me. You’re such a little perv.”
“No I promise it wasn’t like that.” He presses, shaking his head.
You start to pull his shorts off from his ankles, startling him.
“What are you doing?” He says frantically, his eyes darting back & fourth from your face to where you’re pulling his shorts off.
“Shh, just relax.” You whisper, throwing his shorts to the floor, “I’m just trying to help you, but you can’t tell my boyfriend, you hearing me?”
Selfishly, you wanted his dick after seeing the size of it. & plus, you’ve always found him cute, Janet’s shy older brother who doesn’t talk much always appealed to you.
Michael watches you as if you’ll disappear if he blinks or moves an inch. He nods slowly in regard to your statement, understanding what’s going on. To him everything feels like a hazy dream, like he hasn’t accepted its reality yet.
You throw his shorts on the ground, leaving him in his boxers as you situate yourself in-between his legs. Your mouth salivates at the sight of him under the fabric like an incubus, ready to feed of him.
You caress his slim thighs, the stubble of hair making your palms tingle.
“Wait, this is wrong. This is really wrong.” Michael whines, dragging a hand across his face as he watches you tug at the hem of his boxers.
“I’ve always had a little thing for you Mikey, y’know that?” You say, pulling down his boxers & off his feet.
“—Always found you so cute.” You continue.
His cock sprung free the second you pulled down his boxers, hitting his lower abdomen. His tip was a deep mauve, glistening pre-cum still gathered at the top. His chest rises & falls as he stares at you, waiting for you to make another move.
You take his shaft in your hand & you can barely get it around. He bites his bottom lip at the sensation of your warmth wrapped around him. You bring your hand up to his mouth, laying your palm out.
“Spit,” you tell him.
He does as you say, gathering as much salvia as he can to put on your hand. You rub the fluids onto the head of his cock as you begin stroking slowly.
Michael’s eyes pinch shut tightly as he battles with something deep inside him. He’s tried to be holy his entire life, as unlustful as possible, following the ways of God. Not only that, but he was also thinking about how angry his brothers would be if they found out he betrayed their close friend. So many things were circling in his mind.
That thinking was soon brought to a stop as he feels something warm & wet touch him down there. He opens his eyes, seeing you bent slightly with your plumpy lips wrapped perfectly around his swollen tip.
“Oh my god,” he groans.
You swirl your tongue around his tip as you watch him squirm & struggle. His knuckles turning white as he tugs at the sheets beside him. You loved how in control you felt. You wrap a hand around the bottom of his base, not being able to take him all.
You begin bobbing your head up & down his shaft enthusiastically, squeezing him tighter with your wrapped hand as little gags rip from your throat, making him swell larger in your mouth. You love your boyfriend, but you didn’t expect Janet’s brother’s to be bigger than him. You release him from your mouth with a wet pop, stroking him absentmindedly.
“Anyone ever done this to you before?” You question with a twinkle in your eye.
Michael shakes his head frantically, his breath now completely erratic.
“No never, I’ve never done something like this before.” He admits, his cheeks flushed a light pink.
You hum in satisfaction, “you’re so innocent, that’s what I loved about you. You ain’t like everyone else, you’re pure.”
Michael’s unable to respond as he watches you remove your t-shirt, leaving you in your black laced bra. You lean down, giving his cock one last lick from bottom to top, making him wince & contract.
You stand on your feet as you push him back so he’s laying flat on his back, helpless. You reach behind you, unclasping your bra. Your perky tits fall free, sitting politely infront of him as you let the useless material fall to the ground.
“You’re so perfect, so beautiful.” Michael says barely above a whisper. His mouth falls agape as he gawks at them like a moth to a flame.
You giggle as you bend down, pushing your capris down your legs & off your feet. You follow along with your panties, throwing them onto his chest. He wastes no time in grabbing & touching them as if they’re gold. He brings them to his face, inhaling the natural scent of you he’d been dreaming of.
Never would you think you’d be standing in front of Michael stark naked. He relishes in the sight of you, his cock visually twitching as he furrows his brows. He comes back to reality for a second.
“What if someone comes? My brothers or Janet—“
“They won’t, just be quiet & they won’t okay?” You say, walking over to him as you situate yourself on his lap.
You were just about to grab & position him to your entrance when he stops you, grabbing your waist.
“Wait, can I?” He whispers nervously, pointing to your pussy.
You get off him, looking a little confused. You think you know what he’s asking for, yet you love to play games.
“Can you what baby? Use the right words.”
He hesitates before finally saying, “Can I lick it? Just wanna taste it so bad.”
“C’mere then.”
You nod with little giggle as you lean your back on his headboard spreading your legs in-front of him. You play with yourself with one hand, the other reaching out to place on his head as he lays down on his stomach. He looks up at you momentarily as you thread his curls between your fingers tediously.
He latches his mouth on your pussy instantly, lapping up your juices from bottom to top. The hums of satisfaction from him send a vibration to your clit, making you tense up & whimper. For someone who’s never eaten pussy before, he does it pretty well. Your boyfriend never made you feel this way, not enough desire as Michael has.
He continues suckling gently, moving to random places that wouldn’t usually bring pleasure, completely messy & inexperienced but so damn desperate.
“Feels real good Mikey, just like that don’t stop m’kay?” You breathe out, your thighs starting to clench as your eyes become teary.
You pinch your eyes shut, the muffled sounds of him slurping up your arousal adding to your pleasure. His hand comes up to gently grab one of your breasts.
“Right there, gonna come, y-yeah—“
Before you can process anything else, an orgasm rips through you with searing force. You arch your back into a sharp C as Michael makes an attempt to keep riding you through it with his mouth. Deep guttural moans erupt from your throat as you cover it with your hand, trying to stay quiet.
Michael sits up, wiping his chin with his wrist as he smiles in pleasure.
“You taste,” he pauses, “so good.”
You push him back down again to his original position, crawling on top of him as you hover yourself above his erect cock. You grab his face gently, pulling him in closer for a messy kiss. He’s probably been dreaming of simply kissing you for a while.
He moans into the kiss as your tongues battle for dominance, both of you extremely horny & greedy for eachother.
You reach down & grab his base, angling him perfectly with your weeping slit. Once it’s in the perfect position, you sit up & place both your hands on his chest.
“Remember, not a soul.” You remind him, placing a finger over his damp lips.
Michael blinks at you with his big brown adoring eyes, humming in submission as he waits impatiently to be inside of you. He’s excitement is tripled due to him never having sex, always having to wonder how it felt.
Finally, you start to sink down onto his length slowly. Each inch fills you up to the brim more & more, causing your eyes to roll back automatically. You reach the bottom, wiggling your ass you try to squeeze the last inch inside.
“It's so much bigger than his, fuck.” You whimper as you start to create little bounces.
Michael’s head falls back as low strangled groans rip from his throat. He’s not touching you yet, as if he’s afraid to overstep a boundary.
“You can touch me, Michael.” You say in between moans.
You bring his hands up to grab your hips, looking at you dumbfounded. He grabs you so gently you can barely even feel it. He slides his hands down towards your ass with a squeeze, a little wave of confidence washing over him.
"Like this?" he asks.
"Yes, exactly like that."
You continue bouncing on his length, a sweet ring of white elixir forming between the base of his cock & your pussy. Even if you two weren’t making noise, the obvious sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room — almost ratting out your little secret to the rest of the house.
“it's so tight,“ he manages to push out.
Never would Michael have thought his first time would be having his cock shoved deep inside his sister's best friend, he genuinely didn't know how to operate. All he knew was unrelenting pleasure, the rest of his brain foggy.
The room begins to feel humid, the unique aroma of your scents melting together to create an addictive combination that fills your nose with each breath.
Michael’s hips rut into you desperately from beneath, the thrusts becoming sloppy & erratic as he chases his release. He sits up slightly, wrapping his arms around your lower waist as he latches his mouth onto one of your nipples. He sucks with a warm gentle pull, catching the breath from throat. He pulls you in tighter with each second, murmuring gibberish around your areola.
You hold the back of his head, running your manicured nails through his hair as you continue bouncing on him, occasionally grinding back & fourth.
“Think I’m gonna come, can’t stop.” He moans around your breast.
You pant furiously as you feel your own release crest in your lower belly, “f-fuck, me too. Come with me honey.”
Before you could move any more, the cord in your belly snaps. Your second orgasm riding through you blissfully. You throw your head onto Michael’s shoulder as you cry, your heartbeat booming in your ears as blind spots cover your vision temporarily.
Michael tried to last in hopes of staying inside you longer, yet the way your pussy tightened around him during your orgasm brought him to a sudden halt.
"Gonna come—"
His body stiffens up as he releases himself with one last thrust beneath you. He pauses before a singular, lengthy moan escapes his throat. You feel his warm seed paint your walls as he twitches, flopping onto his back as he tries to steady his breathing.
You lean forward, allowing him to slowly fall out of you. His flaccid length drops down on his abdomen as soon as it leaves you, his release dripping from you & onto his thighs.
All that was left was you & michael's bodies spent & glued together, a secret that only you two will have to hold from now on.
You look down at him, all fucked out & mesmerised by you. His eyes search you as if you're not supposed to be real. You pepper a kiss on his cheek,
"You're going to make this real difficult aren't you?"
