Just A Pyt 💝.

i am absolutely not responsible for the person i become when thick michael is brought up in the conversation

i wanna rub on his belly

this is just a drabble gotta get my otw crumbs in

.ೀ smut . ⊹ mdni 𑣲 otw era!michael. dry humping. edging. overstimulation(?).

You let out another small moan, your hips moving slightly back and forth as you did. Michael’s cock twitched in his pants. He felt like a pervert, he thought about how nasty this was but he couldn’t contain himself just like he couldn’t contain his small whines every time you rocked onto him.

“Mike…” It was impossible for him to ignore, he loved it when you moaned his name. His dick strained against his pants so much he thought they were going to rip.

“Shit.” He swore under his breath “need more.” he muttered weakly as he lifted you up slightly to take his pants off, now just leaving him in his boxers.

Getting a sight of the precum leaking from his briefs your weight settled onto him again. The thin cotton of his boxers doing nothing to hide the hard length of his cock. It pressed up between your thighs, the damp spot of precum spreading against the fabric as you rolled your hips. Michael’s fingers dug into your sides, holding you steady while his own hips started to push upward in short, desperate thrusts.

“Fuck… just like that,” he breathed, voice tight. Every slow grind dragged the head of his cock along your covered pussy, the wet heat of your briefs soaking through both layers. You could feel how hard he was, how the ridge of his cockhead caught and rubbed with every pass. His boxers were already clinging to him, the front soaked dark where his precum kept leaking out in steady beads.

Michael’s head tipped back against the pillows, throat working as another shaky whine escaped him. His cock jerked visibly every time you dragged yourself over it. The friction was maddening

“God, you’re so wet,” he groaned, watching the way your panties darkened too. He thrusts up again, grinding the full length of his cock against you in one long, slow drag.

The head caught right on your clit and you both moaned at the same time. His hands slid down to your ass, squeezing, pulling you down firmer.

The bed creaked under the steady motion. Your hips moved in tight circles now, grinding your soaked covered cunt over the straining bulge of his.

You slowed your pace deliberately, rolling your hips in long, teasing drags that made his whole body twitch beneath you. “Mmm, look at you,” you murmured, voice low and sweet. “So desperate. You’re throbbin’ so hard f’me.”

Michael whimpered, hips jerking up to chase the friction, but you lifted just enough to deny him the full pressure. “Please,” he gasped, fingers tightening on your hips. “Don’t stop—fuck, I need it.”

You smiled softly, pressing down again in a slow grind that dragged your soaked briefs over the head of his cock. “Shhh, baby. I’ll give you what you need… but not yet.” Your voice stayed gentle even as you edged him, keeping the pace just slow enough to keep him aching.

you eased off, leaving him whining and bucking helplessly beneath you. “Don’t cum yet,” you whispered, leaning down to kiss the corner of his mouth. “Be good f’me and hold it a little longer.”

Michael’s head thrashed against the pillows, a broken moan spilling out of him. “I—I can’t—please, I’m s’close—” His cock jerked violently against you, the wet spot in his boxers spreading wider. You kept the pressure light, circling your hips in lazy strokes that made him sob with need.

“Such pretty sounds,” you praised, voice soft and warm.

He was shaking now, thighs trembling under you as he fought to obey. Every time you felt his cock throb like he was about to tip over, you slowed even more, grinding just enough to keep him right on the edge.

His whimpers turned desperate, high and needy, his fingers digging bruises into your skin.

Finally, when his voice cracked on another broken plea, you leaned in close and whispered, “Okay, baby. Okay…” You cooed.

You pressed down hard, grinding in quick, firm strokes that made his whole body jerk. Michael’s mouth fell open on a strangled moan.

His cock pulsed violently against you, thick ropes of cum shot out, soaking straight through his boxers and spreading hot and wet between you. The fabric grew slick and sticky as he kept thrusting through it, each pulse pushing more cum out until it was leaking down the sides of his shaft.

The feeling of him coming apart under you pushed you over the edge too. “Fuck—Mike,” you moaned, voice breathy and sweet as your clit throbbed hard against the soaked cotton.

Your own orgasm hit in waves, hips grinding down on his still-twitching cock while your briefs grew just as drenched. Your release mixed with his through the thin layers, the wet heat spreading everywhere you were pressed together.

Michael kept whimpering, hips jerking in little aftershocks as you both kept moving, drawing it out until the overstimulation made you both shudder and slow.

He stayed buried against you, cock still half-hard and leaking through the ruined boxers.

he don't eat pussy?, he gots to go.

ᯓ𑣲 pairing . thriller!michael x f.blackreader 18+MDNI

ᯓ𑣲 premise . you weren’t being satisfied in your relationship with your boyfriend “james” who hated how close you and michael were, he simply wasn’t satisfying your needs so you had to tell your best friend about it…. But what if your best friend wants to satisfy you?

ᯓ𑣲 contains . inexperienced!michael, pussy eating he’s a real eater, p in v, cumming, seeing himself in your stomach, best friends to lovers, missionary, just overall nasty filthy smut.

you and michael were best friends for many many years, way back when he was living in Gary Indiana, that's how many years it's been, you've known michael before the screaming fans, the loud crowds, the tours, the studios, the "moonwalker". The world saw michael jackson, you saw your mike.

you and michael had been glued together since you were kids, the kind of best friends who finished each other's sentences and spent every free hour in each other's space. Everyone jokes that you two might as well date. One day, you were at hayvenhurst in the pool with michael splashing each other laughing when Jermaine suddenly showed, bringing the two of you iced lemonade, "damn man why won't you jus' ask her out?" he pulled michael to the side after he dried off. You were too busy drinking your lemonade to overhear the conversation.

"it's not that easy," he laughs lightly, an awkward laugh escaping Michael's lip, he knew it is wrong to view his best friend in that type of way but could he really help it .... ?, you were absolutely gorgeous, with pretty long legs, pedicured nails & toes always done. beautiful brown skin. the reason he even wrote "pretty young thing" was kind of because of you. "she's my best friend, y'know that." he took a sip of his lemonade, ignoring Jermaines' "mhm"s.

but the thing was, you had a boyfriend, James. James never measured up where it counted, he hated how close you stayed with michael, and he hated even more that he couldn't make you cum with his mouth no matter how long he tried. three days without seeing michael felt like too long, so when you finally got to see him at his encino the second the door shut behind you, the conversation spilled out fast.

you were both on his couch, legs tangled like always, when you started venting. "James canceled again," you said, rolling your eyes in pure frustration. "And when we do, y'know," you tried finding the words without feeling embarrassed, telling your best friend your sex life. Michael is listening, sitting next to you with wide curious eyes waiting for you to find the words that seemed like he was staring in your soul at this point.

"Have sex. He won't go down on me. Says it's gross," you said with an exaggerated sigh, throwing your head back, being genuinely frustrated. then you picked your head back up, looking at michael, "What do you think? Do y'think its gross mike?". Michael's cheeks flushed pink by the sudden question, "w-well i think it's quite... interesting, not disgusting though," he fiddled with his hands.

"he really doesn't eat you out? at all?" he was now genuinely interested onto why your own boyfriend doesn't wanna devour his girlfriend. Hell, in michaels mind, james was even lucky to have a girl like you. If it was michael, he would kiss the ground you walk on if needed. "Nope, and when he tries, it's two licks, and he's done. It's odd because I always make sure i freshen up and I'm very clean, y'know." you said, crossing your arms, the slight movement making your breast push up, and michaels eys darted down for a second before meeting your eyes again.

you watched his throat bob as he swallowed. The air shifted, you teased him the way you always did, "bet you'd be just as clueless, virgin boy." Instead of laughing it off, michael wanted to show and prove to you that he could be better than your boyfriend even if this was his first time. He'd be better.

michael leaned in, "Show me." You laughed it off thinking your always shy soft spoken sweet best friend was totally joking, "don't flatter yourself, mike," you said with a light chuckle, thinking he was genuinely joking. "I'm not joking." He suddenly stood up, grabbing you by your arm leading you towards his room upstairs and once the door locked behind him. Un confessed feelings seemed to come out in another way.

clothes came off in a rush. You ended up in your bra and panties on his bed, thighs spread while michael knelt between them, looking equal parts of nervous and hungry. Rambling and babbling "you don't know how long I wanted this", "he doesn't deserve you", "he won't take care of you how ill take care of you". His hands shook as he touched your panties, his fingers hooking them, his wide eyes looking up at you asking for permission.

you nodded your head, and that was all the approval michael needed. He peeled your pretty pink panties down your legs very slowly. Once they reached the bottom of your feet he threw them to the side somewhere. His hands shook as he touched your inner thighs, spreading you wider. your breath hitched watching him he looked so so good from your view.

"fuck, you're already wet," he whispered, staring at your soaked cunt like he'd never seen anything so perfect in his life. "can I taste you, baby?, please" he rolled slow, deliberate circles in your inner thigh, causing you to flinch a bit, hands curling into the sheets. "yes, start slow... use your tongue flat then suck the clit" you pointed at your clit giving him an idea where the nub was located.

michael followed every instruction. His tongue dragged up on your slit in one long, wet stroke, then circled your clit before he sealed his lips around it and sucked. A moan tore out of you, "that's it michael... keep doin' that" you sighed, trying to prevent yourself from moaning too loud, being aware there were other people in the house. He groaned against your cunt and the vibration made your hips jerk. He licked deeper, tongue pushing inside you, then back up to flock and suck your swollen clit until spit and your juices coated his chin. You grabbed his hair, guiding him exactly where you needed.

"suck harder, use your fingers," you breathed out in a whimper. throwing your head back. "Two inside me, curl them." Michael obeyed, sliding two fingers into your soaked cunt while his mouth stayed locked on your clit. He pumped them in time with his sucking, and your walls fluttered around him, desperate little moans escaping your lips as he moved his head left and right, causing your legs to shake around his head.

He was absolutely pussy drunk, his eyes half lidded. He felt like the luckiest man on earth right now, his fingers still pumping in and out of you at a perfect rhythm. "so tight" he groaned against your clit causing vibrations to send right through your clit. "mmnghm—feels so good baby" you looked down at him devouring your clit like a starved man. You never realized how long his fingers were until they were inside you. your whines filling the room mixed with the sound of your soaked cunt.

He pulled back just enough to speak, lips shiny from your slick juices. His fingers still working in your folds. His tongue invading your mouth, you matched his rhythm, kissing him back tongues fighting for dominance before he curled his fingers again inside your cunt causing you to moan between the kiss. He pulled his lips away and slid his fingers out your cunt.

michael stripped fast. His dick was hard, and his tip leaking of pre-cum. It was a pretty sight to see. He was too busy babbling and excited to notice you staring, and when he did, he felt his cheeks fluster pink. But if he got shy now, he knew he wouldn't probably get this again. He pulled you in by your ankle, dragging you towards the edge of the bed while he stood above you at the edge of the bed.

"Dreamed of this, you're so wet f'me mama," he slides his length all over your folds, spreading out the wetness. "All for you," you moaned "its all y-yours," he snickered. "All mine?" lining his dick up to your entrance, the first push inside stretched you open, a loud moan fell out of you and his lips at the same time.

"Oh my god," Michael breathed, sinking deeper. "You so tight squeezing me?" he bottomed out, and you felt the head of his dick press against your cervix, causing you to throw your head back."Oh g-gosh fuuuck," you moaned out. When he started thrusting, you could've sworn you saw stars only a few strokes in.

His hands went down to your clit rubbing firm circles directly onto your clit earning more loud lewd moans to fall from your lips. He dick continued to kiss your cervix. He lifted your legs up to a V shape. You didn't even know your legs could stretch like that. "this pussy feels s'good f-fuck" Michael threw his hand back Adam's apple babbling. He pounded into you like an animal, "feels fucking incredible, this what y'wanted mama?" He looked down at you, his curls sticking to his forehead from sweat. And gosh, he was beautiful like that.

"yes yes yesss!" You moaned out louder, the sound of skin slapping filled the room mixed with your moans and his groans. He saw the faint bulge moving in your lower belly with every stroke, grabbing your hand and pressing it to your stomach. "You feel that pretty baby? That's me ruining you, something your pathetic boyfriend couldn't do.". Your eyes went wide and knowing that your boyfriend couldn't ruin you like that made michael fuck you harder.

he looked down at your cunt, watching his dick disappear in and out of you. You pulled him down for a messy kiss, tongues sliding, spit swapping while he pounded into you. His hips snapped forward, skin slapping loud and wet. Every thrust made filthy squelching sounds from your soaked cunt.

"Talk to me, baby," you begged. "Tell me how good my pussy feels" you moaned. "so a-amazing holy fuck" he couldn't stop, he didn't wanna stop. His hips snapped harder against you keeping your legs in a V shape. "So warm, so tight gripping me every time I push inside, you're taking me so well baby, such a good girl f'me, huh?" he cooed praising you.

you moaned louder at his praise. Michael noticed and kept going, "That's it, let me hear you, girl." he wrapped his free hand around your throat, applying a little bit of pressure. "You're so pretty when you moan like that," he shifted, angling deeper, and his dick dragged over that perfect spot inside you with every thrust. Your nipples were hard and sensitive. Michael leaned down and sucked one into his mouth, tongue flicking while his hips kept moving.

"Oh my gosh—michael!" You moaned out louder, even if that was possible. You'd probably lose your voice tomorrow by the way he was drilling inside you. he switched to the other nipple, biting gently before soothing it with his tongue. Your back arched off the bed. The combination of his dick stretching you and his mouth on your tits had you shaking.

michael reached for the phone that sat next to the nightstand without slowing down. He dialed james while stil buried inside you, then put it on speaker.

James answered on the second ring, "...hello?" Michael didn't stop thrusting. The wet sounds of your cunt taking his dick filled the rom, "hey is this James right?" he said, voice steady even as he fucked you, "listen your girl told me all about how wack your sex is" he thrusted deeper inside you causing you to yelp out.

You moaned loud enough for James to hear. Michael brought the phone down between your legs, right next to where his dick was disappearing into your dripping cunt. The squelching was obscene. "Hear that?" Michael asked "that's what her pussy sound like when it's actually getting fucked right. You couldn't satisfy her, obviously"

James was silent for a beat, "are you fucking kidding me?" Michael kept the phone close to your soaked cunt as he drove into you harder. "You couldn't do it right, so I'm doing it, listen to how wet she is" he angled the phone so James could hear every slap of skin, every squelch, every moan falling from your lips, michael leaned down and kissed you again tongue deep in your mouth while he kept fucking you in missionary.

his hips rolling slow and depressed so James could hear everything. "Tell him," Michael whispered against your lips, "tell him how much better I am." your eyes rolled back. "so much better," you gasped loud enough for the phone. Michael ended up hanging up after you said that.

His thrust grew rougher, the headboard knocking against the wall. You were so so so close, clenching around him, and michael could feel it. "cum for me," he urged, thumb finding your clit "cum all over this dick baby, give it to me come onn" your orgasm hit hard. Your pussy spasmed around michaels dick, soaking him even more you cried out, back arching, nipples tight as michael kept rubbing your clit through it.

Michael wasn't far behind, he buried himself to the hilt and came with a broken moan, flooding your cunt with hot ropes of cum, you felt every pulse. His dick twitching inside as he filled you up. He shook with every rope of cum that spilled out of him. Groans escaped his mouth, his head threw back trying to catch his breath.

after a while, he pulled out of you with a loud wet pop, his juices flowed out of you. "Was that okay?" He said softly, checking in even after everything. His concern focused on you seeing your fucked out aftermath.

description 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅: michael would be gone a lot these days, and before he left this time, you taught him how to facetime! he’d do it all the time, talking to you while he was alone in his hotel room, but this time, it was a bittt different :)

warnings 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅: phone sex, fingering, michael has a daddy kink :), use of dildo, masturbating, no use of y/n, use of names such as, ‘baby, princess, sweetheart, etc’ dirty talk, squirting, praise

pairing 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅: mature!michael x controversiallyyounggf!reader

michael was in tokyo, and he left you at home all alone. you were so upset, and you missed him so so much. it was about 12am, and you felt like you were the horniest girl ever..

you were thrusting your fingers into your puffy cunt, trying to imagine they were michael’s instead, but your fingers couldn’t curl and hit the spots that he did. you needed him so damn bad, and couldn’t have him!

you knew he was still awake, so you grab your ipad, and you facetime him. after letting it ring for a few times, he answers, his face close to the camera like he’s still tryna figure it out..

“hey princess, what’s the matter? you look like you’ve been crying..” he says, holding his phone in his hand.

you felt like you were gonna faint, he had his glasses on, and his hair was kinda messy.. he looked absolutely delectable.

“mikey, i know it’s late, b-but i n-need you.. i can’t cum, v’been trying for like thirty minutes..” you whined, propping your ipad up at the bottom of the bed ..

“baby, what d’ya mean you can’t—“ he starts, then his eyes widen behind the lenses..

“my fingers won’t work, can you j-just talk me t-through it? please, i needa release..” you softly beg, spreading your legs to show him.. once he gets a view of your puffy cunt, and swollen clit, his whole demeanor changes..

“ohmygod.. girl you better warn me before you do somethin like that..” he muttered, smirking.

“mike, seriously.. i need help..” you whine..

“okay okay baby.. it’s aching that bad?” he coos, his hand already traveling down to the bulge in his silk pajama pants.. you nod and lift your legs a little..

you start to thrust your fingers slowly in and out, softly panting..

“there you go, baby.. lemme see you..” he says, biting his lip afterwards

after about 10 minutes of you fingering your self, and michael watching and talking, it still wasn’t working..

“mikey it’s still not working!” you whine is frustration, tears welling up in your eyes..

“i know baby, i know.. it’s okay, how bout this? go in my bottom drawer, princess. nightstand.” he coos, still stroking his cock.. you crawl over and reach down, grabbing something..

it was one of the many birthday gifts he’d gotten you, extra special. it was an exact replica of his dick, a dildo made especially for you..

“mikey, you said we—“ you try

“i know what i said, sweetheart.. you can use it.. give daddy a nice show..” he says, his eyes darkening

you lay back, lifting your legs up and running the tip up and down your slit.. you push the first few inches in..

“oh my gosh.. yes..” you whimper, biting your lip..

“ all the way, baby. just like how daddy gives it to you, push it in all the w-way..” he growls, whimpering at the end, because he was stroking his tip just right .. his head tilts back..

“j-just like daddy…” you whimper, pushing the rest of the length into you.. your toes curl, and you moves it a little..

“unt unt, what’d i just say? do it how i would, stroke it just like daddy does..” he groans, grinning when he sees your cheeks flush..

you pull it out slow, then slam it back in, exactly how he’d fuck you if he was here right now.. “y-yesyes..” you sigh, finally getting the pleasure you needed..

“there you go, baby.. there’s my good girl.. legs wider, sweetheart, let me see..” he coos.. he spits on his hand, and brings it back to his tip, panting ..

you notice that he’s jacking off to you, and it makes you even hornier.. “i wanna see..” you whine, thrusting the toy deeper into you soaking cunt..

“you wanna watch me, baby? yeah?” he says, propping the phone up on the bedside table’s lamp.. you bites your lip, watching his hand slide up and down his cock, his wrist twisting everytime he brung it down..

“f-feels just like you..” you whine, the dildo moving faster once you see his cock.. “wish you were here, daddy..” you pout, rubbing your clit with two fingers..

“ fuck.. i know, pretty baby.. ‘m sorry i had to leave you, daddy’s so sorry..” he hisses, his hips starts to buck up, meeting his downwards strokes..

the dildo was bulging in your stomach, just like he would! you whined, thrusting it harder.. “ohmygod i feel it.. it’s hittin my spot..” you whimper, your eyes crossing for a quick second when the toy hits the sensitive spot against your walls..

you fingers smack your clit, and michael gasps.. “good girl.. y’fucking yourself so good with that toy, baby, i’m so proud of you.. “ he whined , his other hand gently rubbing down his body and going straight to his heavy balls.. he squeezes and massages them, and his toys start to curl..

“you look so good daddy.. don’t stop.. don’t stop..” you gasp, your legs trembling a little .. you feel yourself starting to get close, so you start thrusting it in the familiar rhythm that michael does when he knows you’re gonna cum.

you thrust it fast a few times, then hold it inside you, before repeating the cycle over and over.. michael recognizes the rhythm and smirks..

“y’gonna cum, princess? gonna cum for daddy? hm?” he coos, stroking his base and squeezing his balls.. he lets out a low whimper, his eyes rolling back for a small second..

“yesyes, ohmygosh… daddy i wanna cum all over your dick, i miss you.. m’gonna cum all over it!” you whine, fucking yourself dumb..

“let go, sweet girl, i’m gon cum with you, i’m right there with you, pretty baby..” he whined, his toes curling in his socks ..

“oh goddd! fuck!” you whimpered, your pussy clenching down tight around the toy as you squirt, all over the toy and your ipad..

“that’s it baby, i’m c-cumming.. oh god, squirt for daddy just like thattt..” he whimpers, squeezing his balls while his cum spurts out against his stomach..

you rub your clit to ride out your intense orgasm, then you slowly pull out the toy.. “shit.. i got the sheets all wet..” you murmur, softly panting..

michael giggles on the line.. “did that satisfy you, baby?” he says, his cheeks flushed ..

“ mhmm.. you sleepy?” you coo, you could already tell by his voice.. he’d always get sleepy after a good orgasm..

he nods a few times.. “ okay baby.. go to sleep, i love you, call me tomorrow..” you says , blowing a few kisses at the screen..

“i love you more, sweet girl, i promise i’ll be home soon.. bye bye..” he says, then he hangs up..

you stare at the soaked ipad screen and the soaked sheets.. “ohmygod..” you huff, before getting up and starting to clean your mess..

OH MICHAEL... YOU ARE SUCH A PRINCEEEEEE

in the meantime, send more reqs! i’d love to have more inspo for jaafar , jermajesty , or mikey’s siblings <3

icl i always see michael as like a possessive man, never controlling but definitely in a protective manner.

he could be at an after party with you as his date, and the moment another man shakes hands with you or compliments you, his protectiveness flares up.

he pulls you closer and will even lay random kisses on the top of your head to let the guy know your his date—his lady.

or, you couldve went off to talk amongst other women and a man could approach your group, chatting it up. He will keep sending looks that way and cross his arms in an almost petulant way.

but michael would never force you! would he be petty and try to keep your attention on him? most likely, but he doesn’t wanna do anything to make you upset.

he just loves you and wants you by his side :)

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٠࣪⭑ contains — 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐩, 𝐦𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥 (𝟐𝟏) $ 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 (𝟐𝟑) . 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 . 𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐱. 𝐜𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 . 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 . 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 . 𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥 (𝐦 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠) . 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨.

Hayvenhurst. Encino, California ٠࣪⭑ ! 1979

٠࣪⭑ got this idea from rewatching the Michael movie for the 100th time

🧹 ٠࣪⭑ ! — Michael loves seeing you wear your cute little heels, seeing you strut in your dress around his house, bending over gets him harder than a rock.

🧹 ٠࣪⭑ ! — Michael would slide you money to keep you quiet after he kept sneaking you upstairs while everyone else was downstairs, knowing it was wrong to sneak around with someone responsible for cleaning the Jackson's house.

🧹 ٠࣪⭑ ! — If you saw Michael around you would be struggling on purpose to clean off a tall shelf, he'll grab the duster from you and clean it himself and bump his crotch against your plump ass on purpose.

🧹 ٠࣪⭑ ! — Whenever you would have a break from cleaning around, Michael would be waiting at a specific time over the stairs—just staring at you the whole time. You just looked like you needed a break..pussy eating break perchance? He would signal for you to come upstairs with him with his lengthy finger—your favorite.

🐯 ٠࣪⭑ ! : “ngghh, mikeyyy..,” you whined and squirmed underneath Michael’s touch, arching your back off of his bed. “shhh, lemme take care of you.” Michael said as he pulled away from your clit just a bit.

your legs were shaking as they hung over Michael’s shoulder. Michael knew you were close so he started adding in your favorite two fingers.

Footsteps were coming up the stairs as you were going to finish on his fingers. “wait, no, no, someone’s coming up the stairs..,” your moan got stuck in your throat as you almost choked on your spit. You were trying to push Michael off of you but he wasn’t budging not one bit.

He knew the doors were the locked but you didn’t, the thrill in his veins made him pump in and out of you even more faster.

A knock came on the door as your hand immediately flew to your mouth. “Yo! have you seen miss pigtails?” Tito..fucking Tito—being funny because your signature style was your cute pigtails/puffs with black ribbons.

“She’s on break, Tito!” He yelled back at him as he was still working on your pussy. Multiple task king🫰🏾

Muffled moans were spilling in your palms as you leaned up to see his fingers still pumping in and out of you.

Michael was a bit confused why he was asking for you, and looked back at you with furrowed eyebrows, just to see how you were falling apart in pure silence.

“Do you know where she is?” Tito asked him as he leaned against the door with his hand. Michael was now getting irritated because Tito was asking too many questions for his liking.

“I don’t know, Tito!” He smacked his lips before responding.

You heard him walk away from the door, and you let out the most loudest groan as you tucked your lips.

“oh fuck,” you dragged against your tongue as you made eye contact with Michael as his lip was caught between his teeth.

His eye contact alone could make you bust right then and there. “yes, yes, yes—m’bout to cum..” you started to scrunch his sheets in your fist as you finished.

“there you go, mama. cum f’me.” Michael cooed as he kissed up your thigh.

🧹 ٠࣪⭑ ! — Days off were the best days of your life. He would always give you gifts for working so hard and keeping you and him y'all's little dirty secret—he might just take you on a shopping spree with his own money.

🧹 ٠࣪⭑ ! — Even though you and he are currently a secret, getting caught sucking him off turned both of you on even more.

🐯 ٠࣪⭑ ! : While Michael brother’s were hanging out with their girlfriends, you were you on your needs before Michael hiding behind the kitchen island.

You were slurping and nearly sucking his dick dry. With no shame, since no one was around.

“mmm, wait..,” Michael whined, as his hands held onto the counter. His tip keep kissing the back of your throat, which was making him twitch.

He knew you had a lot of skill with your tongue but keep toying around you with around the house, but he couldn’t handle your skillful mouth.

You were caressing his thigh to shush him but clearly that wasn’t working. He wanted you to slow down because he knew he was going to spill right in your throat.

You pulled him out your mouth and started stroking him while holding eye contact. “Aw, you’re so whiney f’me huh?” You teased.

Michael’s eyes were a bit watery, he was getting extra whiney from how good you were taking him in your mouth.

You licked and swirled against his tip as you began to keep eye contact, since he wasn’t using his words.

“yess mama..,” he said in a breathy tone as he came on your tongue.

🧹 ٠࣪⭑ ! — One day, you switched your hairstyle one day around him, and you looked way too fine, and he couldn't handle himself around you. So, of course, he went back upstairs with you and showed you how much he appreciated it.

🐯 ٠࣪⭑ ! : Michael had took you to the front of his mirror head deep in the crook of your neck, inhaling your signature scent.

Your dress was held above your waist as Michael was fucking you from behind. His hand was on the nape of your neck, the size of his hand around your neck turned you on even more.

The Lucious new bundles in your head were swaying back forth, you could tell he loved it because he was collecting it in his other hand as he bit down on his bottom lip.

Your mascara was being smudged from tears were falling down your eyes from him constantly hitting your g-spot.

“Mic—” you reached your hand back to press against his abdomen to slow down his thrust but that technically didn’t work.

“Don’t run, y’know I love you like this.” Michael cooed as he interlocked his hand while his other hand stroked your hair, from keeping you from running.

🧹 ٠࣪⭑ ! — If you were locked in one day trying to get things done, Michael would most likely disturb your peace by sipping on his orange juice around the house, just creeping around and watching you without you noticing, and then finally he makes himself known by just asking you random questions to get you off track.

🧹 ٠࣪⭑ ! — When you brought your first anklet, it had his initial on it. It was always blinging on your ankle, ricocheting off the sunlight pooling through the windows. He felt like a Victorian man who had never seen ankles before, the way he kept staring at them whenever you strutted around with a diamond "M" on your ankle.

🧹 ٠࣪⭑ ! — he would purposely drop a napkin so you could bend over in front of him, but you did it discreetly since his brothers were around.

🧹 ٠࣪⭑ ! — Michael purposely brought your favorite lip gloss just for you to wear it for him, and just for him to kiss it all off when you two are alone in the house.

backstory: just a few story collections of marlon and his bimbo gf

warnings: reader is dumb but she serves.

type: fluff!!