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i’ll show you how crazy you get me.

history m. jackson x playful reader. you’re wearing something you know that gets michael going. how could you tease him like that! he can’t wait to get his hands on you afterwards.

this drabble contains established relationships, smut, passionate sex, fingering, grinding.

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The dress brought out your striking features. Michael couldn’t pry his eyes off you; he kept teasing you endlessly about how you might just steal the show.

Playfully batting his lingering hands away from your waist that dared to dip a little too close to your thighs, you’d flash him a look. One that he knew you were going to do.

Tease him all night.

Both of you followed after security while they led Michael to his private dressing room for the VMA’s that night. Of course, you were giddy about all of it.

Michael’s worked day and night to make this work, and every time he puts something out for the world to see, it’s perfect.

“Y’got me staring at you so much, pretty.”

Michael admitted it, chuckling to himself the second you both were left alone. Grinning, you kissed his lips gently.

“Shouldn’t you be getting ready? Final touch-ups?” Stepping closer, you pressed the fronts of your bodies daringly close–making Michael squeeze your hips a little tighter. “What’re you trying to do, huh?” Michael breathed out an airy laugh, staring down at how you drew him closer.

“M’not doing anything bad,” you reasoned, mischief laced with each word. Of course, you wanted to get a rise out of him. You couldn’t help yourself. Michael looked so good.

With a skeptical expression, Michael kissed the side of your cheek. Your fingers carefully found his hand, bringing it to rest on the hem of your dress, right near the high slit that dared to show more of your skin.

“Look,” you whispered, catching Michael’s gaze and staring down at your legs, moving his hand alongside yours to push the fabric of your dress to the side, revealing the silky lace panties he’d bought for you the night before.

The sound Michael made almost made you burst into a fit of laughter; you knew you had him in some deep situation the moment Michael’s body jerked toward the knocking at the door. His eyes met yours, then the door, and back to your legs.

“Naughty girl,” he murmured, squeezing your thigh with pressure that made your legs weak.

“Michael, how are you doing?”

A voice would call out, followed by another sequence of alert knocks. Michael couldn’t do anything, and that’s exactly where you wanted to put him. Leave him wondering and aching for more the entire night.

“You’re so bad,” Michael laughed softly, shaking his head. “Yes, one moment.” He turned in the direction of the door once again, knowing he’d have to leave in less than a few minutes.

You stared at him with a telling grin on your face, knowing you achieved exactly what you wanted. “S’just clothes.” Giggling, you brought a palm to cover your lips while you snickered about it. Michael’s hand slid lower, right to your ass, squeezing unexpectedly.

It made you gasp. Michael loved to see that. How he got you squirming with just a little bit more than a few fleeting kisses and caresses.

“Miss me that much?” He peppered kisses down your cheek, lingering around your neck and collarbone. You tilted your head back, obviously wanting more. Anything.

“A little…” Murmuring, you bit down on your bottom lip.

You’d be in for something, that’s for sure.

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Michael couldn’t get you off his mind the entire night. Those panties you had on, they complemented your figure perfectly. He had you in mind the minute he grabbed them, knowing you’d love them.

He didn’t expect you to tease him like that, especially with so little time to do anything about it.

Which was why the second you both got home, Michael had you pressed down into the mattress.

The two of you were still so dolled up, put-together, and well dressed. By now, Michael was kissing down your body with want. Whispering dirty words under his breath that made you moan out, you could swear those panties were soaked.

“Feel how much I want you?” Michael lingered over you, lying between your spread legs enough that he could grind his bulge right between your thighs to brush against the fabric of your underwear.

He continued to tease you like that, holding your wrists above your head before returning to your neck, kissing you passionately.

“Michael, please.” You whined, squirming endlessly. Michael didn’t let you out of his hold, a little smirk catching at the side of his lips.

“No. Y’gotta let me enjoy this. Got me waiting all night. S’what teasing gets ‘ya.”

You were squeezing around nothing, desperate to be filled. Whining, you begged to meet Michael’s lips again. He caught your pleas, clashing his lips against yours in a gentle, enveloping sense of love.

His groans made you melt. Michael finally pulled back. “C’mere. Think y’need to make it up t’me,” you were eager, by now.

“Do I?” With a challenging grin on your face, Michael hummed, tilting his head to the side.

“Let me see those pretty panties, then.”

Spreading your legs a little further, the wet patch on the fabric was enough to make Michael lean closer, fingers digging into your thighs.

“Mikey…” Exhaling softly, his hands brushed yours away. “So fucking sexy, mama.” His fingers traced the inside of your thighs, eyes meeting yours to see how you flinched with each trace over your skin.

The instant your eyes slipped shut, Michael squeezed.

“No, look at me.”

Michael towered over you, leaning just enough that his fingers could tease the dampness on your panties and rub you right where you knew you wanted to feel him.

Two fingers traced against the fabric, rubbing over your clit. You forced yourself to stare up at him, a whine slipping from your lips.

Just what he wanted to see. Watching how the once teasing, playful side of you always disappears the second he's over you.

“There y’go…” Michael murmured, kissing your cheek while he gently pried your panties to the side, able to drag them right by your entrance.

A little gasp caught in the back of your throat, coming out as a breathy moan, the moment he slid a finger inside.

You were always so eager for him; your body never held back.

“So needy, all for me?” Michael practically cooed, a playful jab at your bantering from before.

Barely able to spit out a response, Michael took all possible words from your mouth the moment his thumb teased at your sensitive clit, rubbing you gently while he slid another finger inside of you.

Whining, your legs wrapped around his body, begging for him to come closer.

Michael knew you well. He knew what had you writhing, begging, and aching for more. This was just the start. He could tell you were desperate just by how you squeezed around his fingers, wanting him.

With his free hand, Michael ran a palm down his trousers and slid them down. The fabric of his underwear had a prominent wet spot, the sight making you barely able to even focus.

Slipping his fingers from your pussy, he brought those two fingers to his lips, then wrapped a hand around his cock.

All of it made your stomach twist in absolute pleasure.

“Need you, please.”

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Michael knew how to fuck you just right. His hands never left your thighs, pulling you into each and every deep thrust. Both of your bodies moved in passion enough to send both of you into a frenzy of desperation for more.

Michael's lips found just about any part of your body.

From your breasts, neck, shoulders, and lips. Michael's mouth kissed you all over in sweet licks and suckles.

The sounds of your bodies together filled the room with dirty noises, those same sounds that drove Michael not to stop. You were a moaning, whining mess under him.

Bringing a hand to your lips, you covered your mouth while Michael drilled into you. Immediately, he caught your wrist and tugged it from your face.

"Let me hear you," he whispered, leaning in while he continued to thrust inside of you. By now, you could feel an orgasm bubbling up in your body that felt like it would hit you hard.

Michael could feel how you squeezed around his length, making him throb with a deep groan.

"Mikey, fuck! Please, more," you gasped, begging for anything.

You needed all of him. Michael didn't let you down with such a request, readjusting your positions to where he could haul you closer to him, practically folding you in half.

Letting out a squeal, you bit down on your bottom lip hard at how he somehow managed to slide deeper inside of you.

"That's it, let me hear 'ya." Michael's breaths were stammered, low groans pulled from the back of his throat. He fucked you hard, deep enough to feel all of you. You weren't holding back, now. It was impossible to.

Michael slid his fingers to where your bodies connected, tipping you over the edge the second his thumb found your clit, adding enough stimulation to make you cry out.

Immediately, you were spasming around his cock. "Don't stop, please! M'gonna cum, Mikey!" Bringing Michael to squeeze you close, holding your body close to his while he fucked you through your orgasm.

He didn't slow down, his lips finding yours in a messy connection before your tongues were brushing against each other's.

"Gonna cum," Michael breathed against your lips, his teeth barely scraping against your bottom lip.

You were crying out, nails digging into any part of his body you could. Michael followed right after you, fucking each and every spurt of warm cum inside of you.

Your legs felt like jello, going limp under him while Michael moaned out, his movements slowing down gradually while he gently fucked you deeply, making sure to stuff you full.

Everything felt like a blur. Michael carefully pulled out of your cum-filled entrance, watching how his release dared to leak out from your hole. His eyes were focused on how beautiful you looked. There was a dazed smile on your face; you always had that glow.

"So pretty," Michael whispered, his palms cupping your cheeks and bringing you in for a gentle kiss on your lips.

"I love you..." You murmured, meaning it well and dear. Michael smiled at you, laughing under his breath. He loved you beyond words. "Love you most. Even if ya love to tease me."

Humming, you pulled him in to lie down next to you. Kissing the side of his cheek.

"Y'love it, don't even."

Michael grinned, kissing your lips once again.

"Maybe a little."

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michael who can't believe you let his calls go to voicemail.

m. jackson x reader. it's just some headcanons. a lot of these are smutty with mentions of brat taming, jealousy, mean michael, sooo mean. and a whole lot of sexual themes. not a full drabble, just headcanons.

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michael who doesn't care if he's embarassing you. he'd walk into the club you were at alongside your friends and single you out.

michael who doesn't let you explain yourself. you knew you were letting his calls go to voicemail. ignoring his texts. he had all the right.

michael who pulls you onto his lap, not giving you a second to adjust before his palm is clashing against the sensitive skin of your ass.

michael who lets the pain linger longer, intentionally kneading your flesh and listening to you apologize over and over again.

you're not sorry, huh? what'd you have fun doing tonight, hm?

michael who chuckles to himself at your excuses. you had nothing to say. you were ignoring him all because he didn't get you something. so what? this was your punishment.

michael who makes fun of how you're soaking in your panties. he can feel the wetness of your pussy rubbing all over your thighs.

michael who forces you to get on your knees, obediently blowing his fingers while he scolds you for having the nerve to do what you did.

michael who doesn't let you get what you want. even if you wanted to make it up to him, he'd humiliate you by rutting his clothed cock against your wet lips.

michael who strokes himself right in front of your face, not allowing you to touch or do anything about it. to watch him murmur under his breath about how naughty and spoiled you are.

you think you're so independent, baby? got all the nerve to act like you can do anything without me? here you are on your knees for me.

michael who soaks in the sight of your tears, how you're sniffles and quiet cries envelop the atmosphere around you both.

michael who finishes all over your face, smearing his come against your skin while it mixes with your tears.

michael who doesn't give you a second to move, hoisting you up and pulling you into his lap. he's prying your mouth open with his fingers and spitting into your mouth.

michael who's most definitely not buying you those new clothes, hahah...

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botdf. dancer!reader. mature. right to voicemail.

you're so sensitive under my fingertips.

off the wall m. jackson x reader. you're michael's girlfriend, you two have been in a relationship for about six months. one thing you've learned about michael is that he wants to get to know you inside and out.

that falls down to every flinch, breath, and noise you can make with just his fingers. you can't help but melt under his touch.

drabble contains established relationships, edging/teasing, blindfolds, dirty talk, cunnilingus, michael's body worshipping you so good.

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michael treated your body as if it were the finest piece of artwork. he'd carefully drag his fingertips down your figure, caressing where he knew it'd rile a reaction.

all the sensitive, ticklish, and good spots he knew. michael wouldn't forget them. he knew you like the back of his hand.

he knew how to touch you just right. leaving your breaths uneven, staring down at him while you ached for more each time. michael wouldn't let you suffer for too long.

it wasn't until he figured he'd try something new.

i want you to feel everything. be alert for me, baby. don't want you anticipating...

michael loomed over you, a satin fabric in his hands. the color stood out bashfully, which made your skin flush. the two of you spoke about blindfolds, but you didn't know how michael would approach with it.

this had you squirming already.

m'not gonna anticipate...wanna see you though.

michael's lips found the nape of your neck, gently pressing small, light kisses all over your skin.

with a shaky exhale, your lips parted with a tilt of your chin to provide michael all the access.

you felt how he laughed against your chest, chuckling to himself. unable to pry your eyes from his body, you caught a glimpse of his eyes meeting yours.

just feel me like this. c'mon, want you to feel everything. yeah?

michael slid himself closer, readjusting his position so that he'd lie on top of you. with a nod of your head, you swallowed thickly, stuffing the embarrassment deep into your stomach.

with gentle hands, michael threaded the blindfold around your head, and soon enough, you already felt vulnerable. more vulnerable than ever.

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michael knew how to kiss you just right. his fingers brushed you in ways that made you moan and writhe under him. he'd whisper dirty things at you, laughing at how you were flinching hard without him barely doing a thing.

not even touching you where you want me to, baby. what's the squirming for? sensitive girl,

michael savored the sight of your vulnerability and saw only raw beauty in the moment. how your body writhed against the plush mattress, unable to predict michael’s next move.

the sight drove michael wild.

you didn't even know where his hands were.

not until michael's fingertips brushed the inside of your thighs, causing your leg to tremble. you couldn't help but spread your legs a little. an amused sound came from michael. a clear indicator that you could swear he was smirking.

please, michael...

crying out, michael didn't want to have you wait any longer. to him, you deserved the world. his breaths were uneven by now, replacing his fingertips with his lips.

flinching, your thighs were soon enveloped with warm, wet kisses all over your skin.

michael held you in place, strong arms keeping your hips still so they wouldn't rise off the mattress. a hand fell to his hair, intertwining your fingers in the strands.

his smile stood out against your flesh, which only made you whimper.

i'm gonna give you what you want in just a sec, baby. i just love seeing you like this...

michael's words made your eyes squeeze shut while you sucked in a breath. by now, his lips were pressed against the dainty fabric of your panties.

he took a long inhale, smelling all of you. michael let out a deep groan, sending shivers through your body.

before you had the chance to start letting begs slip off the tip of your tongue, you felt michael's lips softly kiss over your soaked panties. lapping at the dampness, he put his mouth to work.

in all the ways he knew you loved it.

each ministration carefully curated and remembered with how your enjoyed it. each moan, beg, and sound that pulled from you served as little notes in his memories to make this perfect for you.

michael's fingers traced the hem of your panties, tugging them down and to the side. the cool air hit you strongly, making you cry out the second his warm mouth kissed your pussy.

his tongue pressed against your core, and the groans pulling from the back of michael's throat forced you to resist grabbing at his head and rutting against his mouth.

michael wouldn't let you, though. not today.

he wanted to show you how good he made you feel.

michael's index finger slid alongside his tongue, prompting him to start rubbing you from the inside with a desire to watch you come undone. the sight of you unable to expect anything, unknowing to what came next drove him to keep his eyes locked on you from between your legs.

y'gonna make a mess for me, sweet girl?

before you had a possibility to cry out, yes, your brain went static the second he slipped another finger inside of you. writhing, you cried out, a hard orgasm hitting you unlike any other.

the adrenaline made your limbs feel heavy. throughout your climax, michael knew how to treat you.

he made sure not to stop, but not to give you too much.

michael's body gently pried away from yours, soon to return with attentive hands sliding the blindfold off your face.

with glossy eyes, the aftershocks of everything left you feeling wired. hooked on something you hadn't quite experienced before, but that made you love it.

you okay, baby? did i do too much?

michael stared down at you with concern, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. it wasn't until a soft giggle slipped from your lips, turning into snickering.

you're not gonna let go of that blindfold from now on, aren't you?

with a hum, your eyes flicked down to his briefs. he didn't even slide out of them; you could see by the damp stain on the fabric. did he?

michael could tell your eyes were on him, making him lean close to you and press his lips against yours. he didn't want you to focus on that, not now. you were his girl, you meant everything to him.

in the midst of your kiss, you tasted the sweetness of your juices on his tongue. it made you shudder against him.

only if you let me keep it.

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you’re one of michael’s favourite dancers! he makes sure to get to know them all, but you were just a special stand-out.

you know that you’re going to be performing in front of michael, which is why you make sure you’re dancing your fucking heart out. you don’t miss a step, never anticipating, you have that shit clean…

michael can’t help but notice how you purposefully roll your hips a little forward, and in the set of the music video (yes, walk with me on a creative set here), he sees that you aren’t wearing any fucking underwear.

michael can’t help but stare with what seems to be a mix of anger because of that unprofessionally, but that glimpse you gave him showing that you know better is what drove him crazy.

it leads to him dragging his palm down your thigh, squeezing at the flesh tauntingly.

whispering in your ear how disappointed and upset he is with you, but you can’t shake the little grin on his lips the entire time.

my hands on your hips, guiding your every move. 1,500+ wc. fem reader.

established relationships, suggestive gifts/material, lapdances, dry-humping, blowjobs, fingering.

mature era m. jackson x reader. michael has always had a way with rewarding you if you're good. that's your whole little thing with one another.

you're always on your best behavior, so michael rewards you with a few special gifts. some that take you aback, but he loves watching you gawk like that. besides, you're his number one girl who deserves the world, right?

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Michael loves to spoil you. That's something he reiterated to you from the very beginning of your relationship.

Each time your eyes lit up at the sight of whatever he got you, it brought him immense joy. He loved seeing you smile. However, some gifts were meant to be kept more private than others.

Michael had a certain taste in intimates that he made sure to keep in mind from every catalog he flipped through.

He noticed how you singled out certain fabrics, patterns, and colors.

Curating a mental checklist of what you find yourself perfect at, he wouldn't force a different mindset on himself.

That's why, when you saw your flustered face holding what seemed to be your dream lingerie set, you looked up at him with a soft, embarrassed expression. Like you weren't supposed to be holding this.

It was so dirty, but that's the fun of it all.

“This is so, so pretty...” You were in awe, running your thumb over the delicate lace and holding the bralette up.

“You like it, sweet girl?

Michael was sitting not too far, close enough to hear your little gasps and giggles at how you gawked at everything he got you. It was a little set of matching panties and a bralette, along with delicate stockings. Everything you loved in something like this was so you.

“I love it so much! It's so pretty...I love this color. How'd you know that?”

Playfully giving his shoulder a nudge, he grinned and waved his hand at you.

“Oh, stop playing. If you love it so much, go try it on for me, baby. Can I see?”

You couldn't help but feel your face flush a little deeper than before. Looking to the items in your lap, then to him, he stared at you with love you couldn't put into words. That look from him always made you feel a certain way.

“Anything for you, baby. Give me ten minutes? I want to look extra pretty,” Giggling, you stood up and playfully struck a pose. Michael couldn't help but chuckle at that. He loved you for that originality.

“Take your sweet time.”

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You felt gorgeous, really. Michael picked out the best sets of lingerie you'd been eyeing in a catalog.

Thankfully, he snagged it before it went out of season. That would've pained you, but you hated to buy things like that without him knowing.

It just felt a lot more intimate when he bought you those things. The fabric hugged your bare figure perfectly, showcasing all the right things. Sliding your hands down your waist, you stepped out of the bathroom.

Michael was in the same spot, sitting on the edge of the bed. His attention soon turned to you, his eyes widening with a controlled exhale of stricken awe. God, you seriously drove him crazy.

“There's my girl, c'mere.”

Michael gestured for you to stand in front of him. Setting his palms on your waist, he gently rubbed his fingertips against the lace of your panties. “You look gorgeous, princess. absolutely stunning. This showcases all of you.”

Michael whispered, his eyes lingering all over your figure as if you were some sort of prized artwork that sold for millions. His infatuation with you made your breath stutter, immediately wanting more than just his hands on your hips, rubbing you gently.

“You think so?”

Whispering, you simply moved to sit in his lap. straddling him, his hands slid to your shoulders, steadying you there.

“Mmm, of course. What're you thinking about doing right now?”

As if he caught you in the elaborate scheme you had going on, you couldn't help but grind down against him. A little rut of your hips sent him to squeeze your shoulder, his breath ghosting by your cheek. You felt compelled to feel him all over.

Already, the feeling of his bulge rubbing against the bare, soft material of your panties had your mind running wild.

Thankfully, Michael was in his briefs. You didn't have to do much work. As if you thought you were controlling this entire situation, Michael's hands sternly found your waist and squeezed you in place. preventing you from daring to rut your hips.

“Michael...please,”

Your whispers came out in little desperate pleas, lips finding Michael's and pressing against them softly. Michael guided your hips in a slow, controlled roll to grind down against him just right. You could feel the outline of his bulge strongly between your legs.

That drove you wild, prompting you to moan out shakily.

You wanted to press down harder against him, but he held you there.

Whining, you squirmed in his grasp.

“You can't follow directions, baby?”

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Even though nothing was discussed beforehand, you knew what Michael meant by that. You weren't supposed to squirm. Swallowing, you shook your head. You knew how to. he was just irresistible.

“M'sorry...just need you bad.”

You whispered against his lips, giving them a careful peck before moving to his neck.

Unexpectedly, you felt Michael haul you up in his arms, simply standing up and turning to lay you against the bed.

Gasping, your breath caught in your throat without any moment to adjust before Michael situated himself between your spread legs, rutting his clothed cock against your damp panties.

“Right here, baby?”

Michael held you down, a hand grabbing at your thigh to keep your leg up. It provided him more access to hump against you like that.

By now, the fabrics of your undergarments were sticky and wet with arousal. Michael leaned close, pressing his lips against your open mouth and kissing you deeply. all the whines, whimpers, and groans that came from your lips meshed with his grunts and airy moans.

He couldn't help but thrust against you. It was a shameless guilty pleasure of his to have you like this.

The two of your breaths were synced, breathy pants and gasps, while Michael humped you just right. You could feel the outline of his cock perfectly, which made your core pulse more and more.

“Want to taste you, please...please,”

A long whine pulled from your throat, making Michael groan with a nod. It wasn't long before he pulled back slightly, his fingers finding your panties and tugging them down.

Two slim fingers slid inside of you, making you gasp and cry out.

“Let me make you feel good, baby. C'mon, you're perfect like this...”

Michael knew how to touch you just right. If it were his mouth, fingers, anything, really. It drove you crazy that he knew you so well.

Biting down on your bottom lip, it didn't take you long before you were gushing on his fingers. Clenching him tight, Michael rubbed you through the aftershocks of your climax while his lips found your tits, suckling and biting at the skin teasingly.

“There you go...aren't you just perfect, sweet girl.”

Michael's voice made you melt; it didn't take you long before you were grabbing his arm. You wanted to taste him so bad.

You could swear your mind was running on autopilot before you practically shoved him back against the bed. “Need you so bad, so bad.”

Whimpering, your hands carefully went to guide Michael's hard cock from his briefs. he was heavy in your hands, pulsing and hot. The sight made your face flush. stroking him once, then twice, your eyes flicked up to gaze at him.

Michael stared down at you with an encouraging groan, hand finding your hair, gently brushing the strands from your face.

“There you go, need your mouth bad, sweetheart.”

Those words didn't make you wait any longer. It wasn't long before your lips were blissfully wrapped around his tip, the stretch of your mouth exhausting, yet perfect in so many ways.

You seemed to take him perfectly every single time. Michael's fingers caressed your scalp with care and urgency, coaxing you to take more.

His moans stirred you endlessly, finding a rhythm with each of Michael's shallow thrusts into your mouth.

letting him use your mouth to his pleasure, you rubbed your thighs together with a high-pitched mewl, barely able to keep your lips around his length before you felt his cock slide down your throat.

“I'm cumming, I'm gonna cum,”

Michael's hand gripped your head hard, and it didn't take him long before he was coming down your throat in thick, heavy spurts. You savored the taste, delicately swallowing each drop.

Blinking your eyes open to gaze up at him, his eyes were fixated on you while he panted hard.

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Moments like those left you feeling so loved, life was perfect, really. Michael immediately came to scoop you up and focus on you. You mattered so much to him that he pampered you after everything.

You could swear everything went by in a blur; you were all cleaned up, and he talked you through it gently, thanking you for everything.

Gosh, you were so lucky. So thankful to have him.

After the two of you were cleaned up, Michael made that a priority before holding you close in bed, his arms secure around you.

“I love you very much.”

Michael hummed, tracing his finger over your arm in careful patterns and shapes.

“I love you more, Michael.”

A pause, Michael hummed to himself.

Kissing your forehead, he hugged you a little tighter.

“Love you most, my sweet girl.”

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that's what bad girls get, sweetheart.

2000s m. jackson x reader a little continuation of this fic! this is the nsfw part two.

drabble contains established relationships, spanking/punishment, brat taming, dominant michael, submissive reader, edging/no orgasms.

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Those last words left you numb for the entire dinner. Michael led the conversation over dinner precariously, as if he were pushing the idea of anything happening afterward out of your mind.

Michael knew you well, though. He could tell your mind was racing. His foot gently tapped on the tips of your shoe from under the table, nudging you.

"Eat, sweetheart. You haven't touched your food…"

Gently, Michael gestured at your half-eaten steak.

You swallowed, nodding your head. With each shift of your body, your skirt did exactly what it wasn't supposed to do. Running up your thighs and exposing so much of your bare skin.

Tugging the fabric down, Michael noticed that. You were practically writhing around in your chair right in front of him.

You were in for a lot.

"M'not hungry, I think." Quietly, you whispered with a meekness that Michael knew that he had you good. Wrapped around his finger, feeling exactly where you should feel. Under his finger, in situations like this.

"We can take it to-go."

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Michael didn't even let you step close enough to the staircase the second the front door shut. His fingers wrapped around your wrist, pulling you close.

You had your back turned to him. You knew you had messed up.

"What's this about?"

Michael's voice wasn't exactly soft or aggressive, per se. In the middle, but that made your stomach twist, and something in your core pulse.

He didn't give you a chance to respond, prying those thoughts away from your head while his palm slid down your hip, his hand finding the curve of your ass and squeezing.

"All exposed, too. That's just so naughty, baby. I can see all of you." Michael's voice grew a little gruff, as if he were aggravated. He hated it when others stared at you for too long, let alone gawked at you like they got the chance to tonight.

"You know I don't like that. Not like this, sweet girl. Look at that,"

Whining, you felt your breathing grow heavier with how Michael squeezed your flesh, his fingers pinching at the dainty fabric of your panties.

Michael's hand hauled you close; your back was pressed against his chest. He didn't hesitate before sliding a hand to the front of your body, ghosting his fingertips over your blouse.

"I didn't mean to, really…I just,"

Michael shushed you, laughing to himself.

"It's okay, baby. I know."

You didn't hesitate before you followed exactly where Michael guided you. Back up the stairs, each step left you feeling so many different things. You caught a glimpse of the tent in his pants, straining against the material of his slacks.

He wouldn't reward you that way, though.

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Every time Michael had you in his lap, you couldn't help but instinctively flinch at anything. If his palm lingered too close to your skin, you'd jolt.

Michael hated having to keep you in place. It made him want you even more, though. However, he wouldn't reward you that way.

Not after tonight.

"Naughty girl," Michael whispered, holding you in place before clashing his palm unexpectedly against the sensitive skin of your rear.

Gasping, your legs flinched hard. You sniffled, hiding your face wherever you could manage to.

"Say it, sweetheart. You're what?"

The words were so dirty, but you couldn't get out of this without saying exactly what Michael wanted to hear.

"Ah, ah...uhm,"

Another spank. He didn't let you finish.

"Use your words."

Your lips parted, a heavy breath escaping your mouth. Michael's palm relentlessly clashed against your ass. You felt tears pricking at your eyes.

"M'a naughty girl! I'm sorry!"

That's exactly what he wanted to hear. Michael cooed, rubbing your irritated flesh and giving it a taut squeeze. An airy moan ghosted on the tip of your tongue, leaving you writhing under him.

"I accept your apology."

Michael's words were direct. You felt your stomach drop. You couldn't help but grow increasingly uncomfortable at how you were soaked. It was all so dizzy whenever Michael had you like this.

"Please, please..."

Michael raised a brow, laughing at whatever you were begging for. "Please what, baby? You've been bad. What is there for me to do?" He knew exactly what you meant, which was why his fingers trailed lower and lower, right between your thighs.

"Michael!"

You cried out, knowing damn well you didn't deserve his fingers anywhere. Michael, rather amused, had no shame in dragging the tip of his index finger between your slickened folds. "Right here?" He hummed, watching how you flinched.

"Yes, yes, please!"

Michael hated leaving you like this, but you had to learn your lesson somehow.

"Sorry, princess. You knew better than that."

Retracting his hand away from you, he brought his finger to his lips, suckling your juices with a content hum.

"Go get ready for bed. I'll reheat your leftovers, yeah?" You weren't in a situation to protest, so you stared up at him with teary eyes, sniffling. That wouldn't get him to cave in, though.

"I love you..." You whispered, sitting up. Michael smiled, pressing a kiss to your cheek, holding your chin.

"You're lucky I'm letting you get away with this so easily."

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