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"Deceitful eyes, she's got them 'come get me' thighs"

michael with an eyebrow piercing!!

MICHAEL JACKSON

like a younger mike being a sub is cute and all because it makes sense, He’s young and inexperienced and so terribly shy, so its only natural that he’d let you take the reins. But Mature era Michael is well.. Mature lol.

He’s controlling and mouthy and downright bratty. He’s grown into himself, and age has made him more particular. more assured and assertive. Maybe even a little (a lot) spoiled. He knows just what to say to get exactly what he wants. Knows just how far he can push until you finally give him that look. That silent warning that says keep on and see what happens.

It’s the challenge of it that gets him off. Mouthing off to you in the car on the way home from an award show, Maybe it’s because you didn’t pay enough attention to him during the show, Maybe he caught you staring too long at another musician, or maybe theres no real reason for it other than he decided he needed your attention and this is his way of demanding it.

Tormenting and teasing you the entire drive home until you hit your breaking point and he ends up face down in the mattress at the end of the night, mascara ruining the clean white sheet because he’d pissed you off just enough for you to give him a much needed reminder of who’s in charge.

Favors

Michael x John Landis

Thriller era Michael!

Tags: Rough sex,Shy Michael!, very submissive Michael, manipulative John landis(he’s the worst), Creampies, Overstimulation, marking, Dacryphilia, mentions of the making of thrilller, virgin Michael, fluffy(ish)?, horribly written smut I actually hate this a lot but it’s been in my drafts forever so wth.

“Hold still baby” Michael whimpered as he tried to stop shaking as John’s big dick entered him. “Can’t it’s so big John.. how is it so big?” He closed his eyes as he tried to relax against the door despite his comments. John chuckled and slapped the outside of his thigh delighting at the way Michael clenched and yelped. ”I thought you wanted me to help you with thriller huh?” John teased meanly bringing himself flush against Michael’s back as he pulled Michael’s leg up to go deeper groaning at the tightness “I do I do!"

Michael mewled hoarsely and he blinked to try and combat the tears that fell down his face. Clenching his hands into fists trying his best not to shake at the weird pleasure he was receiving.

He knew he had to make Thriller worth John’s time but he never would have thought that the favor John needed to work on it would’ve been this. When John confronted him about it he’d been ready to pay him however much and to promote his works.

Little did he know John wanted something else. Something no one’s had until now. Somehow he ended up with his pants and boxers pooling between his ankles as he was pressed against the door. John fingered him for what felt like hours watching in cruel amusement as Michael came all over himself at the first press against his prostate. He begged for a break afterwards but John kept going. Michael broke down pleading with him but the onslaught didn’t stop.

“Where did you go Mike?” John panted into his ear as he moved away from Michael pressing his big hands over Michael’s hips. He marveled at the way his hands almost touched around his thin waist. He pressed his thumbs into Michael’s hips molding his back to arch admiring the stark differences in their skin tones. Michael’s brown against his pale white. He let out a scoff Michael let out a guttural yelp when he thrusted his length in bullying his cock into his guts right on his prostate. "You can take it."

“Johnnnnnn~” Michael yelped the inflection of his voice changing with each rough thrust. His hands fell behind him to grab John’s stomach as he trembled . “John I feel weird I- mph” he choked on a particularly deep thrust that struck his sweet spot his eyes crossing. “John s-slow down please..” John stopped his movements spreading Michael’s plush cheeks to look at his pucker watching the way he clenched around his length. "Fuckk so fucking tight you’re doing so good Michael so good."

Michael squirmed he felt his face get impossibly hot with embarrassment as his most intimate parts were exposed "Stop being so crude…"

John felt his heart race as he heard Michael’s soft wrecked voice “Crude you mean like your lewd hole huh angel face?” Michael hid his face in his arms shaking as he whimpered at the pet name. John followed his movement bringing Michael’s face close to his for a filthy kiss. He moved his hands from his hips to his stomach making his way up to his chest playing with Michael’s nipples. “Got you all to myself so pretty so pretty…” John mumbled into the multiple wet kisses he gave Michael.

Michael moaned into the kiss his eyes rolling with each pump of John’s hips. He broke the kiss to cry out pathetically when John hit his prostate his thighs trembled and his back arched as he came against the door shaking like a leaf in John’s grip. He let out shaky breaths as he tried to come down from the most intense orgasm he’s ever had.

"J-John plahese” he cringed internally he sounded like a cheap whore. "mn?" John pulled out and turned Michael around picking him up before carefully putting him on his back on the coarse carpet he watched as Michael looked at him with wide teary eyes.

"Oh you didn’t think we were done yet did you? That’s the second time you’ve come don’t be selfish." Michael covered his face with his arm “hhhh-hnnn, gosh I don’t I don’t- I didn’t mean to hhhgh, I’m sorry”. His words were incoherent and sloppy. “Please msorry msorry felt so goodwas sgoohd.” He let out a gasp trying to stifle the noise in his throat as more tears fell down his face.

"Shh shh it’s ok angel face you did good" John kissed both sides of his face a stark contrast to the rough unrelenting way he fucked Michael just minutes before. “Just once more baby you can do that can’t you Bambi?” He watched as Michael nodded his head slowly his breathing calming down "Good boy".

He leaned back to look at Michael in all his glory his curly hair spread and gorgeously wild the hickeys and love bites all over his lower body and the dark prints of his hands around his waist to his aching cock already getting hard again.

Pairing: Michael Jackson x Unknown!Male OC

Summary: Michael can't stand being away from his Daddy for too long. Naturally he gets ansty, moody, and unable to focus. He doesn't need some after-party to celebrate his big win tonight. He needs his daddy's love.

Tags: 18+(MDNI), Sub!Michael, Dom!Male!Oc, Slight Brat!Michael, Slight Brat-Taming, Daddy kink, Implied age gap, Fluff and Comfort, Finger Sucking, Slightly erotic

wc: 631

A/N: This was actually gonna be The Jacksons era Michael, but I changed my mind.

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The moment Michael had nestled his head into the lap below him, it was like a heavy weight had been lifted off of his chest. The lightness which followed was freeing; it felt like being a bird that, after weeks of being caged, was finally able to roam the sky to its heart's content.

The warmth of his Daddy's skin seeped through the fabric of his trousers and into Michael's own cooler temperature, until they both shared the same body heat. Daddy's hand combed through his curls, and his lengthy lashes fluttered, fanning light shadows on his face that was now bathed in the dim amber light of the room.

He felt his own lips curl upward subconsciously into a contented smile as Daddy's hand continued its motions.

Only then did his muscles unclench, his body going lax as he shifted to rest his gloved hand on the older man's strong legs.

"Daddy?" His voice came out in soft, breathy calling.

"Yes, angel?" That deep, rumbling voice responded, smooth as velvet and as rich as hot chocolate. Michael instinctively nestled in even closer at the comforting sound of his Daddy speaking.

"... Nothing," Michael sighed, eliciting a surprised chuckle out of the older man.

"Then why did you call me, baby?" Daddy humored.

"Just wanted to." Michael replied, somewhat flippant. Daddy's hand tightened imperceptively around his curls in subtle warning, which made the noiret's breath catch. The touch went straight to his crotch, his cock already twitching to life, and before he could stop it, a faint moan slipped free. He loved it when his Daddy kept him in check, however little his transgression were.

Daddy chuckled again at his boy's barely concealed arousal. "Really?" He didn't need to elaborate, they both knew what he was getting at.

A brief quietness fell over the two again, and the other man continued to card through Michael's raven locks, while the young man leaned into his touch without hesitation.

"Daddy?" Michael called again, words slightly muffled.

"...Yes?"

Michael giggled through his following response. "Nothingggg..."

"Boy─"

"Haha!" Michael interrupted with a higher squeal of laughter. He scrambled up and back onto Daddy's lap, this time with his ass pressing down on those strong thighs. His hands found purchase in the shirt that stretched over the older man's broad shoulders. "Hehe..."

"You play too damn much," Daddy muttered, his handsome face softening into something simultaneously annoyed and fond.

"That's cause I wanna play with you, Daddy," Michael countered mischievously, "None of the other daddies wanna play with me."

"There aren't any other daddies," the older man scoffs, his thick fingers pressing into the younger man's hipbones.

"Exactly!" Michael's eyebrows raised high as if he just made a profound point of some kind. "...Just want you to play with me... you alone.." he mumbled, eyes zeroing in on his Daddy's lips as he leaned in.

Chuu...

One kiss became two... then three... then... more. The gentle, wet sounds of their lips meeting filled the quiet space, his Daddy's hands guided his hips until the supple mass of his ass was pressed right up against the other man's half-hard, clothed dick. Michael let out a high-pitched whine around the tongue in his mouth. "Daddy...!"

"Be quiet," Came Daddy's quiet command. "You want your reward tonight, you hush. Understood?"

"Yes daddy," Michael breathed in such a needy tone of voice.

"Open." Daddy's index and middle finger pressed against his plump lips, which obediently fell open, wrapping around the two fingers eagerly.

The older man's eyes had now gone cloudy with a hint of lust as he wordlessly watched his boy suckle his two fingers. For a second, Michael imagined his Daddy's cock instead of his fingers, and his eyes fluttered shut again at the delicious thought as his cock gave another little twitch.

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