Na'dirah

Banners by @prentendthisisacult and story edited by the lovely @discojupiters

Word Count: 1,130

AUTHORS NOTE: First one-shot let me know what you think and if you like it. I’m still debating if I’ll do a part two or not as writing for real people is new to me. Anyways hope you enjoy!!

One day you're walking down the streets of Los Angeles at night. The stars are shining bright and the lights from stores as you walk by are luminous and take over everything around you. You stop by a bar in the corner of the road near what seems like an abandoned building. Wanted was the bar's name which you found strange but like any other quirky place around California.

You walk through the door, The place was dark and barely lit with lamps as slow music was playing in the background. Just your kind of place, velvet red seats and practically empty it was perfect for trouble.

You walk up to the bar and order an amaretto sour from the ghastly dehydrated looking bartender.

“Would that be all?” they croaked from their dry mouth.

“Yes that would be it…thank you.”

You look around behind you at the other customers as your drink is being made and see two people staring you down in the corner of the room. Dark rich satin curtains brush their leather trench coats. Their dark eyes seem to look into your very soul leaving an unpleasant shiver down your spine.

Your heart speeds up and your breath begins to sound heavy as you come to be frightened. Sweat starts to appear shining off your forehead. You felt like you were frozen, trapped in their memorizing stare.

*clink*

“Here you go ma’am”

You turn around abruptly back to the bartender thanking them again as you pay for the drink.

Soon a creak is heard to your right as if the noise was every bit intentional.

It was as if the energy changed and the air became suddenly too cold as if you weren’t inside but rather standing in a freezer seeing your own cold breath.

“Hello”

To your left there she was, the woman who was staring you down with that man just a second ago. You didn’t hear her come over.

Her smoky makeup made her eyes look pitch black. Her body was snatched in clothing so tight, it looked impossible to breathe in, though she looked effortlessly beautiful and comfortable in her own skin.

“Hi…”

“My Brother and I saw you walk in and we didn’t recognize you. First time?”

Your heart picks up again.

“Yup it's my first time, just wanted a quick night cap you know”

She just hummed next to you still staring you down and looking you over as if trying to figure you out or get something out of you.

“Why don’t you come to our table and we can talk together tell you about the area and all hm”

Trying to hold your nerves together you just nodded your head and followed her back as if again your body had no control over itself.

What the hell is going on with you tonight?

You walk through the few empty tables leading towards the strange man. The woman who you still didn’t know the name of following close behind.

As you stare the man down you feel the legs of the chair behind you hit your legs as you're being seated by the woman.

She comes around to the front and sits next to her brother who’s been sneaking looks at you since you were heading his way.

“How rude of me I didn’t even introduce myself. This is my brother Michael and I’m Janet and you are?”

As you say your name Michael mouths your name back looking up at you.

“Hello”

His eyes. His eyes are like the eyes of a deer seemingly so innocent but such a sharp contrast to the aura he exudes. His hair curly and long, his shirt weirdly spiky and chic against his seat.

“Hi”

He shyly smiles when he hears you speak directly to him.

“I see Janet was able to get you huh” he chuckles looking at his sister who smiles also like she won a bet.

“It would seem that way yes”

He turns back to you and looks you up and down the lamp in the middle of the table, having your face glow in the shadows of the room. You’re clearly uncomfortable and confused about why you're here. Confused on how these strangers were able to convince you to leave your seat all in the span of fifteen minutes.

“How are you liking the area? You seem new.”

You finish taking a tiny sip of courage from your drink and look up at them both.

“Good…good Los Angeles is quite something isn’t it”

“It is” Janet says back smiling with her dark lips

“So you’re new and all… you should come to a show of ours later tonight. It’ll be so so fun trust me”

The irony of this woman asking you to trust her as if you weren’t practically brought here against your will was hanging in your mind.

“It’s going to be wonderful, a real thrill for sure” Michael says to add in what you assume is a convincing way to get you to agree.

“Idk, I am kind of tired, I only planned to get a drink and go home you see”

“But you must come, this could be the night something crazy could happen”

You didn’t understand what he was saying or getting at and you weren’t sure if you wanted to find out.

“I-”

“You're coming, you’ll love it” Janet cuts in.

You look at her in shock again in this weird state of not having control over your words or actions. You look down at the table and your still half finished drink and whisper in agreement.

You look back up and they’re staring back at you with these wide smiles. You feel it…this ache in your stomach and you really look… and there’s something off.

Their teeth. You've just noticed how pointy they are, almost like bats, but you blink, and their mouths are right back to being shut.

At the same time they get up and walk around the table Janet to your left and Michael to your right. Janet pushes your chair out as Michael grabs your arm to help you up.

His large hands are so cold like they have never felt warmth before.

It was like you were in a trance as they guided you outside.

You hear the bars doors shut loudly behind you almost as loud as a gunshot. The streets are quiet now, more lights turned off than before. The moon is shining brightly almost in a tantalizing visual while the sky is foggy.

“Well let’s go,” Janet says next to you.

And you're off to who knows where... Was it really a show? Or was it your doom? You weren't sure.

But something big was going to happen tonight that was for sure.

nsfw / fem afab reader, cws for voyeuristic themes & dubcon(?) )        thinking about your good friend janet jackson who, upon realizing that you don’t have any plans for the summer, invites you to come with her to a resort. “it’ll be a cute little girls’ trip. c’mon,” she coaxed you over the phone. just by hearing her tone, you could tell she was smiling on the other end. “it’ll be fun, i promise.”

thinking about how janet would insist on you two sharing a room because it’s cheaper. thinking about how she feigns surprise when there’s only one bed, shrugging shortly afterwards and murmuring about clearing it up right away. for some reason, the bed situation never gets fixed; you end up sleeping with janet for the entirety of your stay.

thinking about how she’d encourage you to do all sorts of tacky resort activities with her. “let’s go see their show!” she’ll suggest, pointing to a nearby poster, “ooh, and we can go for drinks after. they have this fruity drink in this big glass, i’m just dying to try it. you’ll try it with me, right?” of course, janet bats her lashes and purses her lip into a subtle pout whenever you seem hesitant. you humor her more often than you don’t.

thinking about how she’d take pictures with you everywhere. she carries her mini-camera like it’s her ID. “smile!” she beams as she takes yet another photo. “this one looks hot,” she remarks, “the sun looks so good on us, see?” oh, just know there’s a photo album at home dedicated to you and her. “best friends forever” is in there somewhere, surrounded by a bunch of hearts.

thinking about her covering you with a towel whenever she notices guys leering at you. she’ll wrap it around your shoulders or waist before you can even process the fact that men are taking you in. “men can be such dogs,” janet complains under her breath, rolling her eyes, “ignore them.”

but most of all, i’m thinking about that one day towards the end of the trip where janet rents out a small, nearby beach because she “doesn’t want to deal with people”. she hums softly as she slathers sunscreen on herself. then, she watches as you do the same. naturally, you both get each other’s backs. then comes the fun. or, at least, janet thought the fun would follow.

“what do you mean you’re not gonna swim?” she asks indignantly, her hands on her hips, “i rented out this whole beach!”

“i want to tan, janet,” you reply, laying down along a beach chair. you reach into your bag and pull out a book, “it never hurts to even out your skin tone.”

“i don’t care about that,” she snaps, letting her more childish side show. it’s moments like these where it’s clear that she’s the youngest of the jacksons. “the beach is for playing in the water more than tanning. i wanted to have fun with you, this is our one girls’ trip before things get busy again.”

you open your book. “we can still have fun on the sand.”

saying that was a huge mistake. you can tell from the moment she gets quiet. after a few seconds, you glance up over the book’s pages, only to notice that janet’s in the middle of crawling onto you. when you sit up, she gently pushes you back down, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

“what are you doing?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“having fun,” she replies. she lets one foot rest on either side of you as she settles on top. it would be a full squat if she hovered; instead, she lets her pelvis rest on top of yours, the triangle bottoms of your bikinis meeting. “you don’t mind, right? i mean, if we can share a bed, certainly we can share this…” she slides herself forward, letting her body drag against yours, “a different kind of fun, but still… fun.”

you blink once or twice, setting your book down as she starts to roll her hips. it sparks an unexpected heat in you, one strong enough for you to pause and let out a quiet exhale. “yeah? the kind of fun friends have all the time, right?” you manage to spit out sarcastically, shifting to give her more access to you.

“exactly,” she coos, “relax. you’ll still get your tan.” reaching down, janet walks her fingers up to your bikini top, holding onto it like a reign as she rides against you. “i always thought you were just so pretty,” she muses, “i’m glad we’re such close friends.”

“is that right?” your eyes go half-lidded, your mouth running dry. through your bikini bottom you can feel everything. you swear you feel the outline of her pussy lips as she ruts against you. slowly, you bring your hands to her hips, holding onto her. “i think you’re pretty, too, janet.” pretty and talented— now you know where she gets the motivation to sing those “baby making” songs.

“you’re gonna make me blush,” she breathes out, chuckling a little. after a while, she speeds up, playfully asking, “feels good, doesn’t it?” there’s little shame in how she presses herself against you. why would there be? it’s not like anyone will see, thanks to her renting the beach out. when you don’t reply, she tilts her head to the left, bringing her hips back to fully thrust against your now sensitive pussy. “you know, it’s rude not to respond,” she murmurs, “very rude.”

“janet,” you whine, only to gasp when you feel her pelvis slam against yours. your body rocks, moving back and then forth from the impact. “fuck! it feels good, it feels good.”

she watches your face, soaking in how you’ve started to sweat, how your eyes are all hazy, and how you keep biting your lip. “then come,” she demands. her hand lets go of your bikini top, sliding to press against your lower stomach. suddenly, janet takes it seriously, staring down at you as she purposefully grinds her clit against yours at that perfect angle. the bikini bottoms on you both do nothing to shield you from the sensation of her body against yours, that friction quickly adding fuel to the fire flowing through your body. a grunt leaves her lips before she goes on, “come, come for me, come right now.”

whimpering, your hips start to buck, desperate for friction. “i’m going to— ah, ahh—” your legs tremble as your orgasm rushes through you, the force of it causing you to moan out janet’s name. your eyes screw themselves shut, forcing you to miss janet’s orgasm (an orgasm that’s just as intense as your own, though she smiles through it, thoroughly pleased). even after the first burst, your pussy pulses, causing more cum to leak out of you and pool into your g-string. spent, you crumple beneath her, panting hard like a dog out in the sun.

“atta girl,” she purrs as you both come down from the high, laying down on top of you as if she belonged there. maybe she does, now. her head rests along your breasts, her hands idly roaming your body. “this was better than swimming anyways,” she decides under her breath, “much better.”

nsfw / fem afab reader, cws for voyeuristic themes & dubcon(?) )        thinking about your good friend janet jackson who, upon realizing that you don’t have any plans for the summer, invites you to come with her to a resort. “it’ll be a cute little girls’ trip. c’mon,” she coaxed you over the phone. just by hearing her tone, you could tell she was smiling on the other end. “it’ll be fun, i promise.”

thinking about how janet would insist on you two sharing a room because it’s cheaper. thinking about how she feigns surprise when there’s only one bed, shrugging shortly afterwards and murmuring about clearing it up right away. for some reason, the bed situation never gets fixed; you end up sleeping with janet for the entirety of your stay.

thinking about how she’d encourage you to do all sorts of tacky resort activities with her. “let’s go see their show!” she’ll suggest, pointing to a nearby poster, “ooh, and we can go for drinks after. they have this fruity drink in this big glass, i’m just dying to try it. you’ll try it with me, right?” of course, janet bats her lashes and purses her lip into a subtle pout whenever you seem hesitant. you humor her more often than you don’t.

thinking about how she’d take pictures with you everywhere. she carries her mini-camera like it’s her ID. “smile!” she beams as she takes yet another photo. “this one looks hot,” she remarks, “the sun looks so good on us, see?” oh, just know there’s a photo album at home dedicated to you and her. “best friends forever” is in there somewhere, surrounded by a bunch of hearts.

thinking about her covering you with a towel whenever she notices guys leering at you. she’ll wrap it around your shoulders or waist before you can even process the fact that men are taking you in. “men can be such dogs,” janet complains under her breath, rolling her eyes, “ignore them.”

but most of all, i’m thinking about that one day towards the end of the trip where janet rents out a small, nearby beach because she “doesn’t want to deal with people”. she hums softly as she slathers sunscreen on herself. then, she watches as you do the same. naturally, you both get each other’s backs. then comes the fun. or, at least, janet thought the fun would follow.

“what do you mean you’re not gonna swim?” she asks indignantly, her hands on her hips, “i rented out this whole beach!”

“i want to tan, janet,” you reply, laying down along a beach chair. you reach into your bag and pull out a book, “it never hurts to even out your skin tone.”

“i don’t care about that,” she snaps, letting her more childish side show. it’s moments like these where it’s clear that she’s the youngest of the jacksons. “the beach is for playing in the water more than tanning. i wanted to have fun with you, this is our one girls’ trip before things get busy again.”

you open your book. “we can still have fun on the sand.”

saying that was a huge mistake. you can tell from the moment she gets quiet. after a few seconds, you glance up over the book’s pages, only to notice that janet’s in the middle of crawling onto you. when you sit up, she gently pushes you back down, a mischievous twinkle in her eye.

“what are you doing?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

“having fun,” she replies. she lets one foot rest on either side of you as she settles on top. it would be a full squat if she hovered; instead, she lets her pelvis rest on top of yours, the triangle bottoms of your bikinis meeting. “you don’t mind, right? i mean, if we can share a bed, certainly we can share this…” she slides herself forward, letting her body drag against yours, “a different kind of fun, but still… fun.”

you blink once or twice, setting your book down as she starts to roll her hips. it sparks an unexpected heat in you, one strong enough for you to pause and let out a quiet exhale. “yeah? the kind of fun friends have all the time, right?” you manage to spit out sarcastically, shifting to give her more access to you.

“exactly,” she coos, “relax. you’ll still get your tan.” reaching down, janet walks her fingers up to your bikini top, holding onto it like a reign as she rides against you. “i always thought you were just so pretty,” she muses, “i’m glad we’re such close friends.”

“is that right?” your eyes go half-lidded, your mouth running dry. through your bikini bottom you can feel everything. you swear you feel the outline of her pussy lips as she ruts against you. slowly, you bring your hands to her hips, holding onto her. “i think you’re pretty, too, janet.” pretty and talented— now you know where she gets the motivation to sing those “baby making” songs.

“you’re gonna make me blush,” she breathes out, chuckling a little. after a while, she speeds up, playfully asking, “feels good, doesn’t it?” there’s little shame in how she presses herself against you. why would there be? it’s not like anyone will see, thanks to her renting the beach out. when you don’t reply, she tilts her head to the left, bringing her hips back to fully thrust against your now sensitive pussy. “you know, it’s rude not to respond,” she murmurs, “very rude.”

“janet,” you whine, only to gasp when you feel her pelvis slam against yours. your body rocks, moving back and then forth from the impact. “fuck! it feels good, it feels good.”

she watches your face, soaking in how you’ve started to sweat, how your eyes are all hazy, and how you keep biting your lip. “then come,” she demands. her hand lets go of your bikini top, sliding to press against your lower stomach. suddenly, janet takes it seriously, staring down at you as she purposefully grinds her clit against yours at that perfect angle. the bikini bottoms on you both do nothing to shield you from the sensation of her body against yours, that friction quickly adding fuel to the fire flowing through your body. a grunt leaves her lips before she goes on, “come, come for me, come right now.”

whimpering, your hips start to buck, desperate for friction. “i’m going to— ah, ahh—” your legs tremble as your orgasm rushes through you, the force of it causing you to moan out janet’s name. your eyes screw themselves shut, forcing you to miss janet’s orgasm (an orgasm that’s just as intense as your own, though she smiles through it, thoroughly pleased). even after the first burst, your pussy pulses, causing more cum to leak out of you and pool into your g-string. spent, you crumple beneath her, panting hard like a dog out in the sun.

“atta girl,” she purrs as you both come down from the high, laying down on top of you as if she belonged there. maybe she does, now. her head rests along your breasts, her hands idly roaming your body. “this was better than swimming anyways,” she decides under her breath, “much better.”

yeah to be honest jaafars fiance is white jermajesty has only ever been seen with white women if u check his insta following its all white women and randy jr has only been seen with white women as well date who u want and all but damn

Jaafar has it all…a thriving career and a stable, 10 years relationship with his fiancée, Maddie. But what’s really happening behind closed doors?

Jaafar Jackson x reader ft Maddie.

The fight started over something stupid, at least that’s what Jaafar thought when Maddie’s name flashed across his phone for the third time in less than twenty minutes.

The device buzzed against the counter infront of him.

Once.

Twice.

Three times.

His friend sitting across from him glanced at the screen and smirked. “Damn.”

HELP Y’ALL CRACK ME UP

FOREVER mourning rue though.

MOM PICK ME THE FUCK UP

𐙚 JJK men [GOJO+GETO, CHOSO, HIGURAMA, NANAMI, TOJI+SUKUNA] x fem!reader | artwork by @/thatsallitchief | divider by @/cursed-carmine | mdni | m.list

𐙚 If there was anybody on campus that everyone wanted to get their hands on, it was you. Luckily for some guys, their wishes came true.

𐙚 a/n: these are separate but if you squint hard enough they’re connected :p

𐙚 Satoru Gojo ! ft. 𐙚 Suguru Geto !

[blowjob, slight hair pulling]

It all started at frat!jo's party.

“Well aren’t you just the prettiest star with my cock in your mouth?”

Satoru’s hand had a fistful of your hair, holding you steady while he fucked that pretty throat of yours. He finally got his hands on you after trying for for-fucking-ever. Satoru liked pretty things, and the way his heart leapt the moment his eyes landed on you for the first time was cartoonish. And it seemed you were friends with everyone except him! Even his twin brother ?! But fuckkk it was worth the wait.

“Fuck- that’s a good girl take it.” Your eyes, your pretty eyes looked up at the white haired male while he stared right back down at you. He moans at the way your knees spread on the floor, skirt hiked upon your waist while your fingers teased that pearl between your legs. So wet, the eye rolling whimpers making your pussy throb. “Gonna c—um so deeep down your- fuck- throat star.”

Frantic fingers rubbed at your clit, hips rutting against the wet fingers. Saliva began to leak down your chin, tears caught up in your waterline. And Satoru…oh Satoru. Your hips sputter against your fingers- they didn’t feel fast enough to match the speed he fucked your throat. Pretty blue eyes rolled, mouth falling open as he pushed your head deeper onto his big cock, warm globs of cum filled the space while your pussy fluttered, swallowing every drop.

“Now Satoru, who throws a party and isn’t even present- woah.” The door opens, pretty boy Suguru Geto stares at the scene in shock. Now, he’s walked in on Satoru plenty of times, but the shocker was you.

You smack Satoru’s hand in your hair, his eyes shooting open as you released him from your mouth. “Sh-Shit star wait m’still sensitive-“ All 8 thick inches, pink tip leaking sadly at the loss of warmth

“Shut up! I thought you locked the door? Stupid.”

It’s Suguru who closes the door (after stepping in and locking it). “I got to say, I’m quite surprised to see you Y/N. Thought you didn’t like Satoru.” A teasing smirk raises on his lips, Satoru’s long arm wrapping around your shoulder, cock throbbing against your skirt.

“Was all just sexual tension, right star?” A slap to your ass has you scoffing.

“You come to join Suguru?” He asks excitedly, and that’s how you ended up with your skirt wrapped in Suguru’s fist while he fucked you into Satoru’s mattress like his life depended on it. The white haired man watching while he stroked his sensitive cock to match Suguru’s rhythm. Other than the beats of the music outside, the rhythmic thump ! thump ! creak-thump ! of Satoru’s bed showed. the poor wall behind it no mercy.

“Mmmhp- f-fuck slow down-“ Breathless broken moans pouring into the soft material below you. So wet that Suguru slipped in and out of you with ease, his thick cock head bullying that sweet spot inside of you. So deep that your pussy squeezed around him, the wet squelches of your pretty cunt messily painting a white ring around his cock.

“Hah— hahhh fuck Angel- y’feel so good..”

“S-Sugu-“ Your broken whines send Satoru’s thumb to cover his tip, cum threatening to spill over that pretty face of yours. Suguru shudders, eyes squeezing shut. His hand finds the center of your back, pushing you down to deepen your arch. “O-OH—!” Your body trembles, his biggg dick slipping even deeper into your waiting heat.

“Gonna cum so deep Angel- shit- shit— cumming…fuckkkk”

Fuck. Satoru wanted to take a picture at the scene, his cum splattering across of your face while Suguru’s cock was buried to the hilt as he filled you up, and you better not waste anything.

𐙚 Choso Kamo !

[ sex while under the influence, smoking during sex, fingering, squirting ]

You’ve always been plug!Choso's favorite customer.

You never once had to pay for a damn thing, all he asked for was company while he smoked. Choso who liked you so much (just as much as about anyone) he bought you pretty pink papers to roll your weed up in.

“Stop..teasing Cho.”

Choso who spoiled you so much he called you Princess, and you didn’t mind. The same man who had his pretty lips wrapped around your lipgloss stained blunt. Red eyes low while he lazily rubbed the thick tip of his dick over your cum coated hole. Like the princess you were, you had that pretty back arched for him just the way he liked you to, pink lacy panties pulled to the side.

“It’s so wet princess..” He sighs, tilting his head back as he took a hit of the blunt, inhaling the smoke before passing it down to you.

See, Choso liked taking his time with you. Every movement he made during sex was calculated, he knew what spots made you scream, and he knew what spots would have you squirting all over his bed. Many people wanted you, but Choso had you. He didn’t want to date, just company while he smoked…and pussy.

With his focus on that pretty gaping hole of yours, ready to take him again, Choso fed you like you wanted- like she wanted. Low groan escaping his lips, your eyes closing feeling yourself make room for his big dick as you sucked him in. His hands trembled lightly at your hips, fingers digging into your skin. Inch by inch he pushed all those inches deep inside.

“Mmmfuck Cho-“ You gasp softly, your other hand fisting the sheets while he rocked against you steadily. Your lips kissed the blunt, inhaling the smoke. The moment you took that deep breath, Choso pulls allll the way out with a pop ! before shoving his cock all back in.

“Shitttt, Princess.” He whines, your warm gummy walls swallowing him, begging him to go deeper. But Choso knew what you wanted, he always knew. Shaky hands hold the blunt up towards him. The room stuffy with sex and weed. The slapping of skin echoing throughout as he pounded into that pretty pussy slow but so hard. “Need to fill you up hm?”

The blunt passed back and forth between you two, the pap pap pap sound getting louder by the second. “A-Ahh Cho——w-wait fuck-“ Your head was spinning, mouth agape while he hit that spot over and over again. Drool spilled from your lips, and Choso looked down with those red eyes…

You cry out, the blunt between you two gets put out by Choso so he could fuck you faster with no distractions.

The sight so pretty he wanted to take a picture. “Rub that pretty clit for me princess…that’s right- good girlll.”

Bite marks on the back of your shoulders (that he’d definitely get yelled at for later), your pussy sucking him in and creaming. That white ring getting bigger and bigger by the second. “Right there-“ You groan, fingers making quick work of the sensitive pearl between your legs as you leaked down your fingers.

“Mmm right here?” He smirks down at you, biting his lip while he angled for that spot— that spot he knew drove you crazy.

It only made him want to go faster. To cum inside of you again. “Wanna see this hole— mmph— dripping when m’done-“ Your eyes roll, a shuddering sigh as your body relaxes, a cool breeze pouring over you, your pussy squeezing around him- milking him.

“Th-There she is..” Choso buries himself inside of you, angling at that spot to pour alll of his cum into. “Hahhh fuck..” He lets his head fall back, letting out a soft groan as he planted his seed.

“Spread open, princess.” his voice soft in your ear, inch by inch of his slick coated cock pulling out from your leaking pussy.

“mmmph..” you hold your pussy open for him, his cum seeping out and dripping down onto the soft surface of his bed. Your fingers take a quick dip inside, a small sigh leaving your lips while you throbbing around the digits as more of his cum poured out. Choso always came a lot.

Choso stroked his cock at the sight. Both of you sensitive to the slight overstimulation. But you held it open for him, and his cock slips right back in and out, in and out as you tug gently at your clit. Your legs had a slight tremble to them, eyes squeezing shut while he rutted back into you.

𐙚 Nanami Kento !

[choking, squirting]

It’s always a hassle when you don’t want to go to the gym with 𐙚 med student!Nanami, after promising you’d lock in this time.

“M-M’sorry Nana- f—fuck s’too deep-“

“Hahh…You’re not sorry, sweetheart. You do this every week.”

Your poor couch wasn’t ready for the “at home” exercise Nanami had planned for you this week.

“Does it hurt?” He hums. The firm grip on the back of your neck loosened. Your breath unsteady as your legs shook with a wet globing mess of his cum mixed with your juices trailing allll down your thighs. Shaking your head, you hiccuped, the cushion pillow beneath your head caught majority of your cries and pleasure filled tears.

“Feels good…” You whine, pretty pussy squeezing around Nanami’s thick cock that was buried to the hilt inside of you.

“Yeah? Where does it feel good sweetheart?” He coos, voice soft in your ear. Nanami’s hips pull back, dragging his longgg cock with him until the thick head pops ! out of your pussy. He took a long swipe of his cum pouring from your hole before he thrusted back in all at once. You squeal, the grip on your neck tightening back to just the way you liked it- the way Nanami knew you liked it.

“Ri—-ight there- !” A sharp gasp is pulled from your body, Nanami’s hand finding a grip on your ass cheek to see the mess he was making. Sweet groans spilled. Nanami’s glasses began to fog. He throws his head back, biting down on his lip with a small smack ! of your ass that has your pussy squeezing around him.

“Yeah? You like when I fuck you here sweetheart?” Cock bullying your puffy pussy. You swear you could feel him right in your heart with the repeated thrust thrust thrust he poured into you. And fuckkk you were so wet, Nanami couldn’t help the loud whine dripping from his lips.

“—-um— gonna…gonna cum ‘gin Nana.” Your eyes squeeze shut. Your warning whimpers did nothing for the man pounding into you. He made it worse- thick fingers leaving your ass to that pretty pearl right between your legs. “Nana-“

“She’s taking me so well, sweetheart.” His thrusts slowed, fingers rubbing circles around your sensitive clit that has your hips jerking. “Listen to that…” The wet sounds echoing across your apartment alongside your moans would definitely be a complaint from your neighbor later.

The fingers worked at your clit. Pound after pound he poured into you, tugging at the sensitive nerve until he felt that wet splash onto his thighs. “Fuck fuck— fuck !” The loud broken whimper of your high came crashing down, Nanami’s fingers still rubbing- his cock still fucking into you while you squirted.

“Good girl, sweetheart.” His hand leaves your neck, his body feeling hot as he leaned over you, kissing the pretty tears away from those pretty eyes. “So good for me, hm?” He cums with a shuddering sigh deep into your womb. The warmth making you shiver, repeated kisses littering your cheek as you panted against the pillow.

“We’re going to the gym tomorrow. Right sweetheart?”

𐙚 Toji Fushiguro ! ft. Ryomen Sukuna !

[degrading: reader gets called a slut, blowjob, fingering, spanking, choking, public sex, anal]

Now, college is fun. You’re a smart girl who has good grades. A smart girl who likes to party and have fun also. But too much fun can cause you to get pulled over by your favorite policemen. Unfortunately, the moment you got pulled over this time you were fucked.

“I know this car. Damn, you must like getting pulled over doll?”

“Tsk tsk. Brat, can’t stay out of trouble, can you?”

The taunting voices of 𐙚 police officer ! Toji and 𐙚 police officer ! Sukuna had you sighing as they knocked on your window.

Sukuna lets out a laugh, the both of them leaning on either side of your door— Toji taps the window with a smirk on his face. You let your windows down as you leaned your head on your steering wheel.

“What is it this time? You high?” Sukuna asks, straight up as he peered into your window. It wasn’t your first time getting pulled over by the two- in fact it’s always them when you get pulled over, and fuck they loved their job a bit too much when it came to you.

“No sir…” Which wasn’t entirely a lie, you were high but you’re sober now from how long you were over at Choso’s…

“Mmmhm. So why’re y’swervin like that this time of night, doll face?” Toji gruffs out as he shakes his head, tapping the roof of your car. “Cmon get out, you know the routine.”

Sukuna watched as you unbuckled your seatbelt, and he opens the door for you. The pink haired man’s flashlight flashed into your car as per the protocol, but you all knew they weren’t really going to arrest you.

Two of Toji’s thick fingers beckon you forward. His eyes trailing up your exposed legs curiously, a smirk curling in the corner of his scarred lip. It really wasn’t a good time. You were in really short shorts with one of Choso’s t-shirts that was a bit big on your frame that it exposed your bite mark littered shoulder, and the faint hickey’s littering your neck. No bra.

And then he got a realll good look at you. Your face flushed in embarrassment (and something more), your lips puffy looking, and most importantly…you squeezed your thighs together. Even Sukuna caught on and gave a knowing look to his partner.

“Hiding somethin’?” Sukuna’s deep voice from behind you sent shivers down your spine.

“No sir, Officer Sukuna.” You squeak. His body walking around yours as he looked you up and down, curious brow raised. Toji snorts, patting his shoulder as the taller man joined his side.

“Who was it this time? That Gojo boy?”

“Or is it the uhh- shit- what’s the long haired ones name?”

“Suguru Geto?”

“Yeah that one.”

The two cops laugh, beginning to talk about how much Satoru got on their nerves and how many parties they’ve had to give warning to. You roll your eyes, shifting in your step. “It was neither.”

Toji licks his lips as their focus turns back towards you. “Alright doll face. Sure I don’t need to check between those legs this time?” You bite your lip at the footsteps nearing you again. His thumb grazes your chin, tilting your head up and fuck he smelled good.

“I’m sure, Officer Fushiguro.” Your voice sweet, innocent sounding just the way everyone hears it while you bat those pretty lashes….Except Toji knew it was bullshit the moment you started acting sweet. His eyes narrow. Pulling back from you he starts walking to their car, talking Sukuna on the shoulder. The taller man pulls you in by your waist.

“What I tell you ‘bout lying brat? Hm?”

The road was dark apart from the orange hue of the campus streetlights nearby. Your body was hot as you whimpered against the dark hairs resting at the base of Toji’s cock, bent over with your legs spread, Choso’s cum leaking down your pussy while Sukuna spreads the soft skin of your ass open to watch.

“Lost your damn mind, doll face.” His big cock stretching your fucked lips, his hand finding your hair and tugging. A loud smack ! to your ass as you squealing around the twitching muscle, pre cum sliding down your throat.

Toji finds a slow steady rhythm at first, and oh…those pretty eyes looked up at him. “That’s it…take it.”

“You spoil her too much.” The man behind you huffs at his partner. Toji tugs at your hair, pulling a moan right out of you while he smirked.

“Shit- can’t help it. She’s s’pretty —heh- with my dick in her mouth. Aren’t you doll face?” He groans, saliva dripping down to his heavy balls that slapped against your chin.

You hear the clink of Sukuna’s belt being unbuckled, those thick fingers caressing your clit, making you shiver as you rolled your hips slightly for more friction. However, cum still dripped from that pretty pussy. “Gotta be fuckin’ kidding me.” He curses before those two fingers slip into your hole with ease- with familiarity. A loud squelch ! echoed throughout the dark road as he curled them inside of your heat.

“Fuckin slut.” And his fingers reached deep, causing you to squirm. You whine, hips pushing back. “Mmmph ‘Kuna-“ Your moans muffled. Your hand found the thick of Toji’s thighs to steady yourself while he fucked your throat.

“Tch, he pumped you full too.”

He adds another finger, the trio working you open. When it came down to Sukuna and Toji, you genuinely had to brace yourself. Toji’s cock slips from your mouth for you to take a breath, “Tongue out.” His hand holds your chin, watching your mouth fall open.

“That’s a good girl.” He stroked his cock with the collected spit. Two long strokes of his deep pink cock, the tip thick and almost red. Two thick veins underlined it down to his base. He tapped it against the flat of your tongue. Your tongue licks the dribble of pre cum, kissing the gorgeous tip. You hear Sukuna let out a soft groan behind you, his thumb rubbing your clit as his fingers fucked you faster.

“right there-“ you gasp, your eyes fluttering shut for a. “p-please m’so close ‘Kuna—“

“Gonna take care of you doll face.” Like they always did.

“Let us show you grown men fuck.”

“You’re really hardheaded. Thought I told you I didn’t want this pussy to be filled the next time I fucked you?”

Your head leaned back onto Toji’s shoulder, his big hand squeezing around your throat. “Sh-Shit— ahh- ah please!” Fast fingers rubbed at your clit. His cock fucking into the welcoming hole of your ass, while Sukuna’s big hands held your thighs spread wide open.

“Please what?” His hips slammed into yours, biggg cock stretching out the gummy walls of your pussy wide.

“Can’t take it-“

“Oh you can take it.” Toji huffs in your ear, the flushed head of his cock slipping in and out… in and out with ease. The sticky mess acting as lubricant between your legs. Your legs that shook violently in Sukuna’s grasp.

“M-Mhm..feels s’good don’t it?”

“Yes—! Yesohfuckohfuck”

They found a steady fast rhythm that had you hiccuping. The sounds of skin slapping and your incoherent moans echoed throughout the dark road. Anyone could drive by and see you being fucked by them.

Toji’s groans were loud in your ear. “Takin’ us s’good doll face…like a goood slut.”

“To—ji!” You whimper.

His grip on your neck loosening, “Yeah? You like that pretty girl? Like us fillin’ you up?” and he coos, bringing his fingers to your lips, “Spit.”

Saliva drips down your chin, the gathered spit going straight between your legs. You yelp, hips bucking as the feeling rushes over you. The wet splash between your legs splattered, only making them go faster.

Sukuna lets out a warning grunt. His face a light shade of pink, sweat dripping down his forehead. “Gonna fill you up the way I want to. Understand brat?”

“mm-‘hmm” You whine out, lips parting, your moans growing louder by the second. Between the cocks filling your holes, the fingers rubbing your clit, and the hand around your throat- fuck you could do this for days.

“Dont ever let me catch you like this again.” Sukuna’s voice was hot in your ear, Toji’s chuckle following after. Your insides were so warm. Letting out a breathless moan, you relax against Toji’s chest. Your holes full as they pulled out.

…and as a safety precaution, Sukuna drove you back to your apartment while Toji drove your car there.

𐙚 Hiromi Higurama !

[public sex, pussy eating]

𐙚 law student!Higurama abided by campus rules- any rules for that matter. He did things fairly by the law, he was a future lawyer after all.

“I—oh fuck-!” Sometimes, he didn’t. Very rarely.

His hands were hot on your thighs as he held them up, your back against the cool polished wood of the table. Front and center in the campus courtroom used for mock trial. Hiromi found his face buried comfortably between your legs.

His tongue lapped at your slick coated folds, moaning at the taste. Higurama loved being between your legs after all. The way he ate you out with care, his nose rubbing against your clit. Your pussy dripping with saliva and your juices.

“You taste heavenly, have I ever told you that my sweet girl?” The way he ate you with care, the smell of your body oil filling his nose while he dove deeper into your heat. His tongue took a long stripe up to your clit, carrying your juices with it while he sucked on that pretty pearl.

“Hiro— ah-ah-“ You whimper, withering in his grasp. Your hand found his hair, pulling him in deeper. His tongue slips into your hole, your warmth welcoming him, and he groans. Your slick made a mess of his chin, his lips, and his nose.

“Mmfuck sweet girl. Tase’ so good.” His eyes close for a second, just taking in you. Fuck you drove him crazy. He lets up for just a bit, big eyes staring up at your skirt. You were still in your outfit, panties pulled to the side while he tongue fucked you.

“M’so close Hiro…f-fuck keep licking there.” The sloppy sound of Higurama salvaging his meal echoed throughout the large empty room, sky dark outside. You were in there after the building closed for the day after all, even after the janitor did his rounds.

Two of his fingers slip there way into your hole making you squirm. He curls his fingers alongside his tongue, pressing up against that sweet spot inside of you. Your legs shook.

“Give it to me…You know what I want.” He spits a fat glob into your hole, fucking it right into you as as he panted, smug smile on his lips as he loosed his tie. You let yourself fall apart, his fingers reaching deeper into your pretty pussy.

“Gonna cum Hiro-“ You whimper. Higurama’s tongue latches back onto your sensitive clit with such a loud nasty suck. “Ohh oh fuck- shit- shit- Hiromi!”

He still sucked on your pearl as you squirted. His fingers still fucking sloppily into your pussy, the wet squelch getting wetter by the second. You whine, pushing his head away, you pussy throbbing from the hard wave of your orgasm.

Table wet beneath you, legs spread wide open after Higurama stands up straight to look down at your panting body. His tongue swiped across his lips. Painfully hard cock straining his pants. His thumb traced sweet circles on your inner thighs, cooing softly. “Such a good girl…mm I have to reward you now, don’t I?” His warm body leans over yours, wet kisses trailing up your body until they landed on your lips.

You whine, tasting yourself on his tongue. He pulled your legs to wrap around his waist, your hands wrapping around his shoulders as you pulled him in closer. He rutted against your unclothed pussy, groaning softly into your mouth. “On your stomach.” He taps your thigh gently.

Now, Higurama made sure you stayed out of trouble. You were his sweet girl after all. He took care of you in the best ways that he could while keeping up with his studies. He didn’t worry about any other guys, because Higurama knew the way he made you break had you coming back to him each and every time.

“This is what you wanted, am I right?” His hips slam against your ass, the grip on your hips firm but gentle. Your hands held on to the front of the table, as you look back at him. His tired eyes were closed, head tilted back in pleasure, adam’s apple moving as he swallowed. Higurama’s hair was tousled from the way you pulled on it, and his face a sweet shade of red.

“Just- just what I needed Hiro…” You moan, lips falling open. It was no secret that Higurama’s dick was big, dark and pretty, long enough to kiss that spot inside of you and farther with every thrust. And your pussy loved it. Loved the feeling of being full of Hiromi Higurama’s cock, the top law student of his class.

“Yeah?” His hand comes down on your ass with a smack ! making you moan louder.

“Yes—fuck yes!”

“You’re always running back to me Sweet Girl.” He deepens your arch, pushing the center of your back just a bit before he picked up pace. Smack ! Smack ! Smack ! the room echoed. Higurama swallowed all of your broken moans. Your legs shaking, the grip on the table turning your palms white.

His hand rubs your back, to your shoulders, to the front of your neck. You yelp as he pulls your head back, your mouth open as pleasure filled tears slip from your pretty eyes. “Look at you…so beautiful.” He shudders. “Want me to cum inside?”

You’ve never said yes more quickly in your life. You could feel him deep inside, bulging your stomach. Higurama lets out a groan, hand hot against your neck. “Rub your clit for me sweet girl, wanna cum at the same time.” He grunts, his deep groans like music to your ears.

Fingers rub at your slik coated clit, your pearl tingling with every thrust- with every touch. Your whole body buzzed, eyes rolling. “M-Mgonna cum— fuck fuck I f-feel it- Oh-!”A loud moan is ripped from you with one final thrust from the man, his cock buried to the hilt as he cums deep inside of you, fucking every last bit into that pretty pussy.

He pulls out once soft, not even the slightest drop of cum spilling. “Hold it in.” The hold on your neck softens, and you lay your head on the table, body tired. Sweet kisses litter your back as you panted.

“Hiro…are there cameras in here?”

more people need to appreciate the Afro liikkkeee

Almost human. || M.JACKSON || 🧸

synopsis: he came back different.

warnings. smut and a hint of vampire michael too. best friends to freaky lovers. 70s/80s au don't matterrrr.

"Alright Michael this isnt funny, come out already!"

You guys weren't too far from the city , just in the woods on a random night. It was getting a little cold now, the air brushed passed your half bare legs. You trip up a little as your sock gets stuck, you lean down to undo it and keep walking.

"I swear if you-"

Next thing you know Michael comes out of nowhere. "AH" he says to you with a childish grin. You scream lightly as you backed up into a tree, annoyed and angry with him.

"That wasn't funny you ass," You say lightly getting up from the tree.

Michael extends his hand out helping you get back up, "I scared you?"

"Shut up. And I thought we were finding a way back, not playing hide and seek," you specify while grabbing his hand. You wiped off some dirt off you before turning back to him.

“We were, but you kept draggin’ behind,” he teased softly, reaching for your hand and pulling you a little closer. “You walk too slow.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the way his fingers felt cold against yours. “Sorry if some of us aren’t built for creepin’ around the woods at midnight.”

A small smile pulled at his lips. “And yet,” he murmured, “you still came with me.” His eyes lowed down on you, “You scared?” he asked lowly, that grin still tugging at his mouth.

“Hard to be scared when you got that Mickey mouse jacket on” you huffed, shooting him a look. “I oughta wipe that smile right off your face.” Your annoyance only made him grin wider.

“Mm, sorry,” he mocked softly, stepping closer. “Didn’t mean to scare you like that.”

You scoffed, shaking your head as you walked past him. “Yeah you did. You’re still smiling.”

Before you could go far, he gently caught your hand and pulled you back again, turning you toward him.

“So,” he said lowly, which that familiar grin, “you don’t wanna play anymore?”

You looked up at him for a moment, pretending to think it over. “One more game, I need to practice for tomorrow,” you said finally. “And don’t cheat.”

"I never cheat, just run fast fa'me alright?" he says grinning.

You hit him lightly, already breaking into a run as soon as your fingers left his shoulder. You were pretty fast compared to others, but not faster than Michael. He stood there watching you run with an amused look on his face, most likely thinking, "20 seconds...tops" on how long it would take to get you. He let you get a good head start, just enough to feel like you might actually get away.

But every time, he caught up. No matter how far you ran, he was always right there, like it was never really a game. Even if you’d never admit it out loud… you didn’t hate when he caught you. You loved it.

As you ran, you passed by a few cars, roads and tall trees, you never worried about running too far because Michael was most likely on your tail already. As you run you hear footsteps behind you, getting closer and closer. You try to take a final run before you feel your legs lift up from the ground. You let out a defeated groan, "That was not 30 seconds Michael"

“You’re right, it was 60,” he said with a quiet laugh. He set you down gently and turned to face you. “Caught you again.”

You rolled your eyes at the obvious, still catching your breath. Your hands resting on your knees for a second as you try to slow your breathing down. “How are you so fast? It’s like I’m running against Carl Lewis or something…”

Michael let out a real laugh at that, shaking his head slightly.

“Don’t know,” he said simply, still smiling. “Just not like others.”

You finally straightened up, still a little out of breath, your chest rising and falling quicker than you wanted it to.

Meanwhile, Michael didn’t even look winded. Like he hadn’t just been sprinting through the woods, like it was nothing. His breathing stayed steady, as he just watched you with that quiet grin still on his face.

You felt something was off, and you hummed slightly. “Sure you aren’t part vampire or something,” you asked. You then walk ontop of some rocks, you made sure to be carefully stable before getting on an old log. Your Reebok's crunched softly against the old wood, white socks scrunched at your ankles as you balanced carefully in the dark.

“Careful on that,” Michael said immediately, following right behind you. “And no, I’m not,” he added a bit too quickly, like the answer had already been prepared.

You glanced back at him over your shoulder. “Mm-hm…”

He just watched you for a second longer than usual, then shook it off and kept walking like it was nothing, matching your pace effortlessly through the uneven ground. "You seriously think I'm some monster? Maybe you should quit the movies" he gently pushes your shoulder.

"No no, they might be real. I would love to see one," you say walking.

Michael’s eyes stayed on you the whole time, following every careful step like he already knew you were one slip away from falling. “Oh really?” he said, a soft laugh in his tone. “Please… you’d be shakin’ outta your shoes in two seconds.”

“Listen, you don’t know nothin’ alright,” you replied, glancing back at him as you kept walking.

Michael smirked to himself, staying right beside you now, his steps matching yours through the uneven ground like it was nothing.

After a while stepping on the sticks and grass Michael spoke, "You wanna head back? It's getting a little late"

It was getting late, but you still didn't wanna leave yet. "Is it time for you to turn into a bat or werewolf yet?" you teased. That made him squint at you immediately, like he was trying to decide if you were serious or just being difficult.

“I don’t wanna go back home just yet,” you said with a small laugh, swinging your hands back and forth as you walked. “Everyone’s probably still asleep anyway. No one even knows I’m gone right now."

“Mine too,” he replied, glancing around the dark woods for a second before looking back at you.

"Plus I haven't seen you in forever, they shouldn't mind" you added, which was true. Michael went away to a University somewhere else, he'd been gone for months now, away halfway across the country while you stayed back in the city. Between schedules, calls that never happened, and time moving faster than either of you expected, seeing him in person had started feeling weirdly rare. He looked different. Not in an obvious way, you still recognized him. But something was different.

A little more put together, a little more calm in how he moved, like he wasn’t in a rush for anything anymore. Either way, you were glad to see him.

“You look… different.”

Michael looked over at you, “Yeah?” he said. “Good different or bad different?”

You shrugged. “I don’t know yet. Still deciding.”

Michael scoffed, “I forgot how much you get on my nerves," he replied. "So what now?”

You looked up at him, still walking slowly, your hands swinging at your sides. “So what now?” you asked as well, like you were actually thinking about it too.

"Movie? That old pizza place?" Michael recommended.

"They started closing early for some reason, I guess they got spooked by whatever," you say shrugging.

Michael thought for a moment, then his eyes lightly lit. "I guess I could show you something"

"Show me what?" you asked confused.

He glanced back at you with that quiet little smile. “Well… I need to take you there first, don’t I?”

Before you could say anything else, he was already walking past you, brushing by like it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Come this way,” he said over his shoulder like he already knew you’d follow.

“You’re up to no good, I know it,” you said, quickening your steps behind him anyway.

He let out a quiet chuckle, slowing just enough to catch your hand in his. His fingers closed around yours easily, like it was nothing new.

“Be quiet,” he murmured, giving your hand a light tug to keep you moving. “Before I show you right here." The words hit a little differently than they should’ve. Your heart gave a small, traitorous jump, a heat creeping up your neck before you could stop it. As his back stayed turned, you caught yourself smiling, a quick one. Like you were trying to hide it from even yourself. But just as fast, you blinked it away and straightened your thoughts. He was just a friend.

Nothing more.

Right?

You both walked for a little longer before you let out a small complaint, slowing your steps.

“Michael… my feet are killing me,” you said, shifting your weight as you walked.

“Then I guess we can stop here,” he said quietly.

You both finally came to a halt, your feet aching, exhaustion settling in as you looked around. More trees, thicker this time, a little further from the road than before. Before you could say anything else, he gently guided you forward, turning you so your back met the rough bark of a tree.

Your brows knit slightly as you looked up at him. “What’s this you wanted to show me?” you asked. For some reason your heart started to beat. He stood in front of you, taller, looking down at you.

“Remember your whole little talk earlier?” he asked, voice a little quieter now, like the woods had gone more still around them. “Bout the vampires?”

“Yes,” you replied simply, watching him a bit closer now.

“And remember how I said I’m not like others?” he went on, still calm, but there was something different in his tone now. Not gone, just… more serious underneath the playfulness.

“Michael," you let out a playfully huff. "If you’re gonna tell me you’re a vampire, that’s the most ridic—”

But you stopped mid-sentence as you looked at him properly. He wasn’t laughing this time. He wasn’t teasing. He was still Michael, still familiar, but the smile had softened into something more controlled, more careful, like he was deciding how much to let you see.

"Theres...no way," you mutter out. "Are you trying to scare me again? Because that wasn't funny."

"No it was, but I'm not joking," he replies. "I’m not tryin’ to scare you,” he said quietly, watching your face like he was reading every reaction. “I wouldn’t do that. I just, feel like you should know now."

A small pause hung between you. The woods felt louder than they had a moment ago. Then, a lighter breath left him, like he was trying to ease the moment back into something less scary.

“Besides…” he added, tilting his head slightly, “you’d be runnin’ already if I was going to scare you" he eyed you.

You narrowed your eyes slightly, still not fully believing him. “Prove it,” you said quiet.

That made him pause. Just for a second. Then his expression shifted, subtle, but real. The softness in his face stayed, but something underneath it changed. Like he stopped holding something back.

“Alright, don't run now you hear?” he said simply. "I'll get you" he told you teasingly.

The air around him seemed to still as he stepped back just enough for you to see him clearly. No smile, just an unreadable look as the last bit of distance between “joking” and “serious” disappeared.

You hesitated, trying to keep your breathing steady, your eyes locked on him like you were waiting for him to laugh it off at any second or suddenly break into a grin and go, “Got you!”

But he didn’t.

Instead, you watched as the change slowly began almost easy to miss if you blinked. His eyes caught what little light there was between the trees, and for a second they didn’t look normal anymore. His expression shifted slightly, and you saw it. His eyes glowing faintly in the dark.

Your breath caught.

And just beneath his lips, it followed, slow, like he wasn’t hiding it anymore. Two sharp, white fangs slipping into view as his calm expression stayed completely steady. He kept a straight face, as if he’d done this too many times for the process to even feel painful anymore.

Your stomach dropped , like your brain was still trying to catch up to what your eyes were seeing. The joke never came. The grin didn't return. For the first time since you’d met him out here, you didn’t know what to say.

Your heartbeat picked up, uneven, loud in your ears as you stared at him, still standing there like it was normal, as if nothing about him had just changed at all.

It should’ve scared you more. And it did, just not in a clean way. Because underneath the shock, there was something else you didn’t want to admit. Curiosity. And the fact that he was still Michael somehow made it worse.

He didn’t rush you. Didn’t disappear into the trees or step back like he expected you to run. Instead, he slowly walked closer, hands still by his sides, movements. Like he was trying not to overwhelm you.

The space between you shrank with every step until he was close enough that you had to tilt your head up to keep looking at him.

His voice dropped softer now. Not teasing. Not playful. Just… honest.

“I told you,” he said quietly.

Yeah, he did tell you. But you didn’t believe it, because who would? This was crazy. Halloween wasn’t even close, and it felt like you were getting the scare of a lifetime.

You should’ve been running. Your body was practically screaming at you to move, your mind yelling louder than anything else.

But you didn’t. The quiet, the confusing, and way too curious part of you wanted to see more. Wanted to understand him standing in front of you like this. You swallowed, eyes flicking back to his face again. The glow, the shift, the sharp edges that weren’t supposed to be there.

“Can I… touch your fangs?” you suddenly asked, voice softer now, like you were testing if the words were even safe to say out loud.

He didn’t answer right away.

For a moment, he just looked at you—really looked at you—like he was trying to decide if you were serious or just caught up in the curiosity of it all.

“You don’t wanna do that,” he said quietly. Not warning in a harsh way. Just certain. But Michael didn’t move away. The space between you stayed tight, close enough that the strange calm about him felt even more noticeable now, like he was choosing to stay right there with you instead of putting distance between you. Then, slowly, the tension eased just a little. That familiar spark of him came back, the teasing part, the almost playful tone like he couldn’t stay serious for too long with you.

“You really pick the weirdest things to be curious about,” he murmured, a faint smirk pulling at his lips again. Then, softer, almost like he was letting you decide.

“…You still want to?”

You hesitated for a second, then gave a slow nod. His eyes stayed on you for a moment longer, like he was still making sure. Then, finally, he shifted just slightly, enough for you to see them clearly again.

The faint sharpness, his fangs peeking through like it wasn’t something he was trying to hide anymore.

Your breath caught a little, but you didn’t move away.

Instead, carefully, your hand lifted. Hesitant at first, then slowly you reached out and let your fingertip brush lightly against one of them.

Cold. Sharp enough to dig into your neck if he used enough force. Your eyes flicked up to his, still unsure, but not pulling back. Michael watched you closely, that quiet teasing look returning again like he couldn’t help himself.

Then, before you could fully process it, he gently caught your finger between his teeth, just enough to hold it there for a second.

No pain like it would seem like. Just a soft, playful gesture. Typical. He let go almost immediately after, a faint smirk forming as he looked at you.

“Relax,” he murmured, voice low. “I’m not gonna bite you.”

“You’re still an ass even as a vampire,” you muttered under your breath, pulling your hand back like nothing had just happened. But your voice wasn’t as steady as you wanted it to be.

A quiet laugh left him almost immediately. “Scared now?”

“No, like I said. It's hard to take you seriously in that Mickey jacket” you quickly replied, a little too fast to sound convincing.

Michael hummed softly, still standing right in front of you, not moving an inch. His gaze stayed fixed on you like he was listening to more than just your words.

“You know I can hear your heartbeat?” he said lowly.

Your stomach flipped. “No way.....”

Michael nodded slightly, eyes still on you. "It beats differently,” he added quietly. “Faster when I’m close… or when I call you pretty girl.”

Your chest felt warm again.

Michael watched you for a second longer before a slow grin pulled at his lips. He tilted his head slightly, clearly entertained now.

“You know,” he murmured, “I’m startin’ to think you like me.”

“Shut up,” you said quickly, almost too quick.

That only made him smile wider.

“You’re annoying,” you muttered, trying to hide the warmth still sitting in your chest.

Michael laughed softly under his breath, but after a second the teasing eased a little. He looked at you quietly for a moment, almost thoughtful now.

“…Suprised you didn’t run,” he said.

The joke was gone from his voice this time.

You blinked at him. “Was I…supposed to?”

“I thought you would,” he admitted softly, glancing away for a second before looking back at you. “Most people probably would.”

Something about the way he said it made your chest tighten a little, "Well im not them, im your friend. Thick and thin."

Michael looked at you differently now, not surprised exactly, but relieved. Like he finally stopped waiting for you to run away.

“I’d never run from you, Michael. Ever,” you said softly, and for once there wasn’t even a hint of teasing in your voice. The words seemed to soothe him. Michael’s expression shifted slightly, the playful grin fading as he looked down at you. For a second, he didn’t say anything at all.

“You mean that?” he asked quietly.

You nodded once. Something in him softened after that. You saw it immediately in the way his shoulders eased, in the way he looked at you now, like he hadn’t expected that answer at all.

Then, without really thinking about it, Michael stepped forward and pulled you into him. The hug came gentle, almost careful, like he was still getting used to the idea that you were actually there and not running away from him. And strangely enough, being this close to him now didn’t feel scary at all. His arms wrapped around you slowly, careful but firm enough to keep you there. They were colder than they should’ve been, even through your clothes, but not enough to make you pull away. Just enough to remind you that he wasn’t exactly normal, not human.

Your cheek rested lightly against his chest, and for a second you listened without meaning to.

Nothing.

No heartbeat.

The realization should’ve unsettled you more than it did, but somehow the way he held you made up for it completely, steady, protective, almost relieved.

Michael stayed quiet for a moment before speaking softly near your ear.

“…I appreciate that,” he murmured.

Then, a sharp snap cracked somewhere deeper in the woods.

Your head shot up immediately. “What was that?”

Michael didn’t answer instantly. His body went still, barely noticeable, but different. Like he was listening past the sound instead of just to it.

Then, after a beat too long, “…A deer,” he said quietly, though his voiced seemed on the breaking of laughing. The snap faded deeper into the trees, leaving the woods quiet again. Michael didn’t move right away. His arms were still around you, but there was a subtle change now. Less certainty. More restraint. You could feel it before you saw it, the way his attention kept flicking away from you, then back again like he was trying not to get distracted.

“…Your heartbeat’s still fast,” he murmured, quieter this time.

Your fingers shifted slightly where they rested against him, but you didn’t pull away. That pause stretched between you both longer than it should’ve. Like something unsaid was sitting right there, just out of reach.

Michael finally exhaled through his nose, slow, like he was steadying himself. His arms loosened, not fully letting go, but enough to create space again. You stayed quiet for a moment, thoughts drifting as you tried to process everything that had just happened, him, the woods, the way the night felt like it had shifted into something you couldn’t quite name yet.

Before you could get too lost in it, Michael’s voice pulled you back. Not loud, but just enough.

“…Hey,” he said softly, catching your attention again.

You blinked. “Yeah?”

Michael glanced at you, then nodded toward the path. “C’mon,” he said. “I’ll walk you home.” This time he actually started walking, but not ahead of you. Just beside you, close enough that you matched his pace without thinking about it. Somehow, you ended up holding onto his arm as you walked without really thinking about it. Not tightly, just enough that your fingers rested there like it was natural.

Your eyes drifted down without meaning to.

The way his sleeve was pushed up slightly made his arm more noticeable in the dim light, the shape of it, the quiet strength in it as he walked. You followed the line of his forearm for a second longer than you meant to.

“…You’re staring,” he said after a moment, voice low.

You blinked and looked away quickly. “I’m not.”

You could feel him glance down at you instead, like he definitely didn’t believe that. Michael didn’t say anything though, just kept walking, steady as ever, letting you stay there holding onto him. You both reached your house just as the night started to feel heavier behind you. The porch light flickered on, warm against the dark.

You paused at the door and looked back at him. “Aren’t you coming in?”

Michael stopped just short of the steps, glancing up at the house like he was weighing it. Then a quiet, almost amused breath left him. “Funny thing about this whole… situation,” he said softly. “You need to invite me in.”

You stayed right there at the edge of the doorway, not stepping inside yet. Not moving away either.

“So you just stand out there all night if I don’t say it?” you asked, quieter now, but still teasing him a little.

Michael gave you a look like the answer was obvious.

“If I have to,” he said simply. Then after a beat, a little more serious, “But I’d rather you didn’t leave me out here.”

That made you exhale through your nose, half amused, half caught off guard by how real that sounded.

“That’s kind of dramatic,” you muttered.

A faint smile pulled at his mouth.

“You’re the one making me stand on your porch,” he said.

You rolled your eyes, finally giving in. “Alright, come in,” you said lightly. “Just be quiet.”

Michael gave a small nod like that was fair enough. “Yeah, yeah,” he murmured, a hint of amusement in his voice.

The moment he stepped inside, the air felt a little different. Not bad just… different. That seems to be the common word for tonight. Different.

You didn’t say much after that. Just started walking toward your room a little faster, like suddenly being in your own space made everything feel more normal again.

Michael followed behind you without comment, moving easy, like he wasn’t out of place at all. The hallway was quiet except for your steps and his behind you.

You glanced back at him.

“I’ve been here before, y/n,” he said lightly, like he could tell what you were thinking. “Calm down.”

That made you pause for half a second. “Yeah, when you were like… human Michael,” you muttered, opening your door.

A faint smile tugged at his mouth. “Still me.”

And he stepped in after you like it had never changed anything at all.

You walked in your room first, Michael followed. You locked the door and walked over to close the curtains. You dropped onto your bed with a sigh, finally relaxing a bit now that the door was shut.

“Don’t start judging my room,” you said, kicking off your shoes.

Michael let out a small laugh under his breath.

“I’m not judging,” he said, glancing around. “Just lookin’.”

You narrowed your eyes a little. “That sounds like judging.”

“I see you still like them,” Michael said glancing.

You looked up at him. “Like who?”

He nodded slightly toward something in your room , cassette tapes, something you clearly never got rid of.

“The Stylistics,” he said simply.

You blinked, then scoffed. “Obviously.” You then throw a pillow at him, aiming for his head. Michael blinked for a second, then laughed under his breath as the pillow hit him in the chest. He caught it easily this time.

“Oh, so that’s how it is?” he said, amused.

Before you could even lean back, he tossed it right back at you.

Not hard, just quick enough that you had to catch it, your hands brushing the fabric as you grabbed it.

You looked at him, narrowing your eyes a little. “I thought I told you to keep quiet,” you said, trying to sound serious, but it didn’t really land.

Michael just raised a brow slightly, like he was testing you now. "Yeah?” he said softly.

He took a few steps closer instead of stopping, like he wasn’t taking your warning seriously at all. Before you could say anything else, he tossed the pillow back at you again.

You caught it, narrowing your eyes at him. You were about to kick him before he caught your foot.

“Oh, you’re doing too much now,” you muttered, you tried kicking him again.

Michael just smiled slightly, like he was waiting for whatever you’d do next, “Maybe not enough for you to think you can keep kicking me." Before you could kick again, he caught your leg lightly mid-motion, just enough to stop you, not rough, more like he was preventing the attempt.

You froze for a second.

Michael blinked like he didn’t even think about it. He then pulled you towards him, looking down at you. You eye him. You guys have fought before but this felt like something more. He looked down at you slowly, still holding that small, teasing look, but it wasn’t as loud anymore. Like he’d gone still without meaning to. His eyes stayed on your face for a moment longer than necessary. You on the other knew what to say, which was nothing. You just looked into his eyes, a second later they quickly dropped to his lips where his fangs slowly peeked out.

“Are you…gonna bite me?” you asked him a little quietly, unsure of what was gonna happen. Michael didn’t say anything, but his eyes did trail to your neck. Your neck bare, your pulse slowly speeding up. He leaned closer to your neck, you, a little unsure slowly turned your head. You wasn’t too scared, but the feeling was there. You’ve seen the movies where the vampire gets the girl, so brutal, teeth marks plunged in the neck, blood dripping down, but this didn’t feel like it.

You felt Michael’s breath reach your neck, his teeth slowly scrapped the side of your neck. You didn’t scream, but a reaction left you. One from your mouth and one somewhere else. His fangs slowly scrapped in a little more in the spot before you felt his lips slowly kiss the spot.

“You’re a little jumpy tonight,” he said, a small grin returning to his face like the tension from a second ago had already started to fade.

You blinked at him, then scoffed.

“Jumpy?” you repeated. “You’re a vampire.”

That made him pause for half a second just enough before he let out a small laugh. “Yeah,” he said, like it was obvious. “And?”

You stared at him. “And?” you echoed. “I don’t appreciate you biting into my neck.”

“I kissed the spot”

“That don't mean anything bloodsucker,” you scoffed at him. For moment you relax, then you say, “Do it again”

Michaels eyes slightly widen but he doesn’t hesitate. He leans in against, trailing kisses down your neck, firm but gentle. His teeth traced along your pulse, “Right, here that’s where your pulse is” he says lowly.

“That's where I usually take a bite,” he says lowly.

You didn't know what this was leading to, but you weren't complaining. You let out a quiet hum, your pulse speeding up with each kiss he gave you. He then comes back to you, eyes glowing and focused on you. His fangs gently peeked out from his lips, you stare at them. You then lean in having your lips gently press over his fangs. Michael let out a soft breath as you closed your lips against his. He immediately kissed you back, his lips moved eagerly quickly against yours, almost as if he’s wanted this for so long. His lips, slightly cold, but left the warmest feeling all over your body. It danced up your skin, all just from him. Your hands find their way to Michael’s chest, they rest there as he continues kissing your perfect lips.

His fanged teeth lightly clashed against your lips, “Michael?” you let a quiet gasp. He slowed the kiss, showing your bottom lip extra attention before parting away slowly.

“I should get going,” Michael says close to you.

You hesitated, then leaned back slightly on your bed, looking at him. “Don’t leave yet,” you said, giving that voice you did when you wanted something. “Just… stay a little longer.”

Michael paused, watching you for a second.

“…Yeah?” he said softly. You nod at him, a little needy. Michael felt it.

He finally moved, sitting down beside you. As he did he welcomed you into his lap which you did with ease. The mattress dipped slightly under both of you all’s weight. Your hands found his face as you started kissing again, his hands hesitantly found your waist. Holding you right on top of him, they lightly pressed into you, as a way of trying to keep himself restrained.

“You… you want to?” he asked through the kisses.

“Yeah,” you say nodding. You then start pulling up your shirt , Michael helps you. He lightly tosses your shirt on the floor. His hands moved up your sides, teasing underneath your bra. You slowly grinded ontop of him, his hands pressed down on your hips to feel you some more. You felt his bulge almost Immediately which made you chuckle.

“You’re hard already?” you asked between kisses.

He slowly kisses your bottom lip again before stopping, “When you kiss me like this, I can’t help it’

So you, slide off your panties, leaving yourself bare with just your bra. Michael was lost of words for a moment, which made you chuckle. You then slowly reach for his pants, undoing the belt first before slowly pulling down his pants. Michael bit his bottom lip, trying to keep his composure. You give him one final kiss before going low on your knees, you teasingly rub your hand over his bulge. His hips lightly bucked up feeling your hand.

“Calm down,” you teased him.

Michael squinted at you like he wasn’t impressed, but the corner of his mouth twitched anyway. “Yeah, keep teasing,” he said flatly, leaning back like he was settling in. “See where that gets you.”

You then slowly pulled out his dick, already hard and leaking. You gently kiss the tip, licking up any precum that came from him. You kissed the sides as you looked up at him.

Michael’s breath hitched as he watched you work your mouth on him, “You…you know you don’t have too,” he mumbled out. His chest raised up and down from the sensation on his sensitive tip. “I can just please you”

“Hm, but I want too,” you say eyeing him as you fit his length into your warm mouth. He moans quietly as you do. You bobbed your head up and down on his length, stroking every now n then. His legs tensed lightly, he let out a quiet curse underneath his breath. “Shit, suck it fa’me girl,” he’d say keeping his legs opened.

Your tongue slid over his tip, licking up the taste of his precum, which you oddly loved. So sweet as it oozed out. Michael’s eyes were focused on you, he couldn’t believe this was happening. A small part of you couldn’t believe it either.

You and Michael had been friends for so long, years of teasing each other, arguing, laughing like nothing would ever really change. But here you both were.

“Hm, good job. You’re…doing so good” he praised you quietly. His hand slowly traveled down your side and all the way to your bare pussy. His fingers found your clit, he circled it slowly, applying just a little bit of pressure to it.

“Figure you deserve a little reward,” Michael said to you with a faint smirk. His fingers gently played with your clit which made you arch your back more. You took him more in your mouth, sucking slow and kissing the sides.

“Oh you liked that huh?” he chuckled quietly. So he did it again, rubbing your clit in small fast circles, “There you go, you need to feel good too” he whispers. You tried not to moan too loud, but it was hard. Your pussy continued soak over as Michael rubbed over your clit. You popped his dick out your mouth, you lean right back up to kiss him. Your lips smack over each other again, you feels his fangs lightly bite into you.

You let out a slight hiss, but Michael kisses the feeling away, “M’sorry baby.”

Your hand meets his dick again as you stroke it slow, wet slip sounds fill the room as you do. Michael let out a strained groan as you stroked his length. His fingers, still slipping through your wet folds, occasionally finding your clit again.

“You feel so good,” he gently bites your shoulder. You let out a quiet chuckle to him, pressing him more into your chest. His teeth trailed down to your cleaavge, kissing and licking some spots.

“Stand up for a second,” he said, lightly tapping your side.

“You want me to stand up?” you asked, confused.

“Yeah,” Michael said, already grinning a little now. “C’mon, just trust me, I know you're gonna like it.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “Alright” you say. What he was about to do next, shocked you. You stand up in front of him, waiting for his next direction. He tells you to lift one leg up and keep it there, which you do. Michael smiles to himself, quickly licking his lips before placing them right on your clit. Your back arched almost immediately as he did, you hold onto the headboard of your bed.

“Oh Michael wait,” you say quietly, tempted to let out a loud moan.

“Mhm, you gotta be quiet,” he replied to you as he stroked himself below you. You clenched your eyes where tears from pleasure threatened to fall. He held onto one of your legs to keep you supported, he teasingly groped the side of your thigh, cold fingers creating small goosebumps along side.

You unknowingly grinded yourself against his mouth, in which he smiled to. “Such a pretty thing, just wetting up my lips,” Michael said in between licks.

You never knew Michael could do this, gosh how was he able to? Did it come with being a vampire? Or was he always just waiting for this opportunity? To please you and make you feel good? You felt his tongue slowly swirl around your clit, it felt so good, all your thoughts turned to nothing but mush. It was perfect. As if Michael had been waiting so long to show you how he felt.

“Hmm, thank you Michael,” you say softly, gripping the headboard.

“Hm, don’t thank me yet,” he gives your clit one final suck and then a kiss.

He then pats your leg again, meaning to sit back down. You do, you laid back for a sec, feeling sensitive from his motions on your pussy.

“Where’d you learn that?” you asked, a little out of breath. Michael looked way too pleased with himself, a goofy grin spreading across his face.

“Mm,” he hummed, shrugging a little. He then got close to you again like before, hovering over, “Natural talent,” he replies whispered quietly against your lips. You moan low as your hands found his hair, gripping it as your legs crossed over his back.

“I wanna feel more” was all you said to him. Michael hummed, he knew what you wanted, but he always wanted to hear you say it.

“Feel what?” he asks looking down into your eyes.

“You, I wanna feel you Michael” you say pleading under your breath.

There was nothing but lust in you all’s eyes. Heavy breathing and pleading against each other’s mouths. Michael hummed again, like he was thinking it over, before finally giving in with a small shake of his head. “I’m too easy on you,” he said. He then strokes himself, giving his dick a few good pumps. He slowly rubbed his tip in between your folds, your slipperiness making him groan quietly. He slowly slips inside you, feeling your warmth close around him. He lets you get used to him slowly slippin in, then he pushed in, inch by inch, letting you feel every bit of him. You gasped, gripping his arms, the same arms you'd been eyeing earlier. You shifted against the bed as he held your legs to go deeper in you, your fingers lightly digged into his arms, the same arms you were looking at earlier. You tried to keep quiet, this whole thing was risky, but it felt so damn good coming from Michael.

“So pretty” he says kissing you softly. His hands kept a good grip on you, helping him thrust you right back against him. You let out a moan into the open, but Michael quickly shuts you up with a kiss. Just as he did, his thrusts slowly slowed.

You let out a whine, “Why’d you stop Michael?” you mumble.

He lifted his head, but didn't pull out, just stayed buried deep inside you, moving slow and careful.

"Heard something," he said low. As he did, he still kept his slow deep thrust in you, slipping in and out your pussy. “Your big mouth’s gonna get us in trouble, you know that?” he whispers, shaking his head a little like he was trying not to laugh. Before you could argue, he picked up the pace, driving into you a little faster. His thumb found your clit, and your back arched off the bed, your chest bouncing as you bit down on your lip to stay quiet. Your hand pressed against his stomach, half pushing, half holding on.

He laughed under his breath. "Thought you said you weren't gonna run from me."

You glared at him, breathless. "Shut up."

He pinned one of your legs down, and then he was moving. Harder, deeper, like he was testing how much you could take. He watched every reaction you gave him, eyes never leaving. Trying different strokes to see which one you loved the most. You felt his nails dig into your skin, sharp and real, and when you glanced up, his fangs had lengthened. That sight alone made you clench around him, a warmth pooling low in your belly. Your eyes started to sting with tears. Michael noticed. He leaned down, pressing soft kisses to your cheeks, catching each tear before it could fall. "I know, baby," he murmured, his voice rough but tender. "Too much?" He asked checking in with you. You shook your head no, desperately wanting him to keep going. To fuck a new feeling into you.

He kissed the side of your face before looking at you, “You think you can cum for me?” he asks you. His thumb finds your clit when you couldn’t answer, he rubs around your sensitive bud making you talk.

"Yeah—I can," you breathe out, the words tumbling from your lips like a half-formed promise. His thumb picks up speed, moving in tight, quick strokes that make your hips twitch and roll against him

“Well good, because I need it baby. I need you to cum on my dick,” he says in your ear. “You can do that for lil ole me right pretty girl?” he asks continuing. His thumb worked fast, and that familiar heat coiled low in your belly.

"Yeah... m'gonna cum for you," you whisper, the words shaky, almost lost in the rhythm of your own breathing. Michael leans in, his lips brushing against the curve of your neck. He doesn't kiss it yet, he just lets his breath ghost over your skin, making you shiver.

"Show me how much you missed me," then he gently bites down, his teeth slowly sink into the tender flesh, just enough to send a jolt of pleasure straight through you. Your inner walls clench around him, and you gasp, arching into him as wave after wave pulses through your body. He stays buried deep inside you, feeling everything you gave him, every moan and every squeeze. He keeps his thumb moving, coaxing every last shudder out of you until you're trembling against him, breathless.

"Fuck, just like that,” Michael repeated. He then kisses over the spot where he bit you. Your limbs feel heavy, your skin tingling. You're still catching your breath when you feel Michael's rhythm falter, his hips stuttering as he groans low in his throat. He pulls out in one smooth motion, his dick slick from your juices. He strokes himself twice before his nut spills across your lower stomach. Streaks of white landed in lazy patterns all over you. He lets out a long, satisfied exhale, his forehead dropping to rest against yours.

For a few seconds, neither of you moves. Your breath mingles with his, slow and unsteady, like you're both still catching pieces of yourselves. The only sound is the soft hum of the room and your own heartbeat, which, you realize, is still racing.

Michael lifts his head first, a lazy grin spreading across his lips. His eyes are darker than usual, the pupils blown wide, but there's a warmth in them that softens his sharp features.

"You good down there, pretty girl?" he asks, his voice rough but playful. "Wasn't too rough on you?"

You shake your head, still catching your breath. "Hm… no." A soft laugh escapes you, giddy, almost shy. You fingers trace lazily along his jaw, "Is it… a vampire thing? The stamina?" you whisper, a little breathless.

He chuckles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Not really. Would've been like this before, if you'd asked." You hum, pulling him into a proper kiss, your lips molding to his like they already know the shape of him.

He pulls back just enough to murmur, "Pretty sure the whole house heard us."

@cherrishkissed

Authors note. .✦ ݁˖

I got carried away. Might be some typos but its ok, somewhat proof read. Pls tell me how I did 🥴. BYEEEE

I have a fanfic request tho. So imagine reader lets Michael “practice” on how to go down on a girl and one thing leads to another…

Idk how to write it out but I basically just want a smut 😭😭 anyways thank you!!

t/w: smut, 18+ mdni, oral (f! receiving), fingering, p in v, creampie, squirting, inexperienced michael (between off the wall/thriller era) i fear i always have to add plot to the p!rn sorry

wc: 4k