β© anywhere but there ~ m.jackson
summary: a blurb of michael releasing in your mouth
content: oral (m!receiving), smut with no plot, sub!mike, dickmatized!reader, barely proofread
authors note: i imagined otw michael for this but couldnβt decide if afro mike or jerry curl mike fit it better, so yall get both π
the loud choking sounds of michaels thick cock hitting the back of your throat and constricting your breathing is all michael can process.
its so embarrassing. he really didnβt want you to do this... this thing. in his mind, it was disgusting, vile, degrading-- something he couldn't shake from years of beliefs he never quite managed to shake. no woman, especially his women, should ever have to do something like that for him.
but then you'd pout with those big brown eyes and beg like it was something youβd wanted to do forever, and it made him keel. how could he say no to you? when all you wanted to do was make him feel good?
βs-slow down, minnie. youβll choke,β michael begs you softly, raising a hand to caress the back of your head as you gobble him into oblivion. strings of drool slide down your chin as you stuff your mouth full of him. the taste of him so addicting-- his skin slightly salty and smooth on your tongue. and so so heavy. a comforting weight that reassures you he's actually there with you.
michael marvels at the way you eat him up. the perfect suction you apply when you bob your head back up to his tip. swirling your hot tongue around his tip, making sure to press against that vein that makes him jump. the bubbles of spit that escape into his curls when he bottoms out in your throat.
something that was supposed to be obscene became, the most beautiful thing he'd ever witnessed.
michael, dazed and transfixed, bucks his hips. mindlessly chasing this deep, earthshattering bliss you never fail to rain on him. the hand on your head curls into a loose fist, silently anchoring you to him. silently making you take him.
the added length has you choking frantically around him, tears brimming your eyes as you try to keep up with his thrusts. they're uncoordinated and unpredictable, driven more by emotion than control. deep thrusts here and then as though someone's gaining control, reverts back to shy, timid spasms.
'mama 'm so close,' michael warns softly, hoping you'll ease off him. all you do is smile up at him and bring your hand up to his balls, cupping him firmly. squeezing the sac gently while sliding your fingertip just behind it, probing lightly at the line that leads to his asshole.
michael lets out a startled gasp, feeling his release pool right at his tip. it's so close he starts to leak into your mouth, like saliva filling the mouth before someone hurls. his eyes cram shut and his shoulders fold inwards, panic overcoming his features as he realizes what's happening.
'you need to m-move, minnie,' he chokes out, reaching for your shoulders to push you off him.
please. anywhere but there, he prays.
he barely wants you anywhere near it, let alone it going in your mouth.
michael's nails press firmly into your skin as he feels you force him further down your throat. there's nowhere for him to run. you've trapped him between the warm cavern of your mouth and his bed. all he can do is sit there and let you take whatever you wanted from him.
'angel i-it's comin- oh god,' michael cries, one final attempt to get you off but youβve gone deaf to his pleas. solely focused on his whimpers that fuel the ache torturing your flower.
michael, lost in rapture, tightens the fist in your hair and pulls you all the way down to his base, completely cutting all your oxygen off. he bucks a couple times, a violent shudder ripping through him as he releases a thick load into your mouth. it's warm and slightly bitter, filling your cheeks with long spurts he can't control.
a broken sound escapes him, deep and guttural, as he feels you squeeze his balls, milking him until he runs dry. his hips thrust and twitch involuntarily, pushing his seed past your lips and down your chin.
it's messy and sloppy but you love it, separating from his cock with a pop before swallowing what didn't leak out.
michael lowers his eyes, a hot sear of guilt burning his skin. 'im sorry,' he whispers, shame staining his cheeks bright red. quietly hoping the bed would swallow him whole. you smile understandingly and lean down, smearing his mess across your lips with his tip.
'minnie, please,' he gasps, unable to hide his embarrassment. quickly he uses his thumbs to wipe your face clean. a laugh erupts from you before letting his cock fall soft against his wet balls.
'mike,' you say softly, a small smile tugging at your lips. 'pretty please, let me do this whenever i want?'
you look up at him with a pleading expression, trying to convince him with nothing but your sincerity and charm. michael visibly gulps before letting out a defeated sigh, because somehow, when it comes to you, he never seems to be able to say no to his baby.
author's note: this is so bad but i wanted to put something out before i take the weekend to wrap up my long smut/angst fic..
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