#drunk slvt

warnings : soft dom, mommy dom, sub male, praise kink, “good boy”, male whimpering, begging, orgasm control, edging, light bondage, power dynamics, needy/clingy sub, emotional intimacy

He’s never really taken control—not even when he’s asked to try. Somehow, it always ends the same way, with him giving in, letting you guide him instead. Your voice stays soft, steady, talking him through everything, keeping him grounded while he loses himself completely.

“Does this make my handsome boy feel good?” You look over your shoulder at your fucked out husband tie loosely hanging from his neck , he’s watching his dick get swallowed by your creamy pussy .

He knows better than to move, even when every part of him wants to take control and fuck you into the mattress, to lose himself completely in you. So he stays still, holding back, being good—just like he’s supposed to. All that slips out of him is a soft, needy whine.

“So good mommy” he whimpers his hands grabbing desperately at your hips like he wants to slam you on his lap , you’re taking him so good and you’re losing your mind, juices forming cum rings at the base of his cock just above his blonde pubes.

His hair sticking to his forehead lips red and swollen from your greedy mouth suckling on them , the arch in your back dribbling sweat down the center , ass bouncing off his stomach .

“Why haven’t you filled me yet?” You pouted looking over your shoulder at your whiny husband , and he’s reached his limit he just needs to be toyed with a bit longer , but he never wants you to stop controlling him and his body.

“I want to so bad — just need you to talk me through it” he loves that voice so soothing yet controlling, the way you stare at him over your shoulder eyebrows furrowed and a smirk tugging at the corner of your lip like you know his weakest point .

And shit , you do .

You pull off his throbbing cock, going into the most prettiest arch and he’s chasing it, leaning up on his knees he’s chasing you with his cock slapping his tummy but he knows better even with your pussy leaking cream and begging for him to slip in again, he begs. Holding your ass.

“Please I’ll be so good mommy , please “ he begs his tip rubbing your slit with desperation but you still pull away , humming with satisfaction at how his expression saddens for you too just give him the green light.

You lift up pressing your back into his chest legs still spread out, a hand slipping between your thighs you grab his cock rubbing him through your wetness.

His hands roam over your stomach as he lets out a soft whimper, hips shifting faintly at your touch. “Who’s mommy’s good boy?” you tease, your voice low and warm. He melts at that, another quiet sound slipping from him as his head falls against your shoulder, breath uneven, completely giving in to you.

“I’m your good boy “ he whimpers he’s not embarrassed with it , gripping your perky tits , and he’s loosing his mind with your pussy rubbing the top of his cock , fingering his slit with your thumb . He’s practically leaking cum.

“Who’s mommy’s good boy Ken ?” You are teasing him so much it’s hurts , he’s holding your hips when you push his tip against your slit needy hole sucking him in before he can even fathom .

“I’m your fucking good boy mommy” he slips in and he can’t even shift his hips before his cum is filling your womb with all his nasty sticky seed , he doesn’t stop fucking you he knows not to stop at least not till your creaming down his cock.

Hips twitching from the way he kisses your necks slowly his fingers digging into your hips slamming you back and stuffing you full of his cum .

“Fuck… I love you, mommy—love you so much,” he breathes against your skin, voice soft and unsteady. After a moment, he leans back, guiding you with him until you’re resting against his chest. His arms come around you instinctively, steady now, a quiet shift in control as he watches you settle in. You curl up against him, arms wrapping around his neck, face tucked into his chest while he holds you there, calm and sure.

“I love you so much,” you whisper, half-asleep, your voice soft and barely there. He hums in response, gentle as ever, pulling the covers back over you before settling in, keeping you close as the night quiets around you.

So do yall love me yet? 😛

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CHAPTER ONE

tags : michael jackson x reader // drunk fluff // teasing // waist holding // flirting // tension //

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bio; a fic me and @kyutiepopz are working on!!! there is more chapters coming and DEFO more smut to come… ;)

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it was a warm february evening in 1984, michael had just won a grammy. he was glowing with pride, the stage lights casting this almost euphoric glow on his gorgeous features, the sequins reflecting a warm light on his neck. you could see sweat beading by his perfectly styled curls on his forehead from the pure nerves, every time his gloved hand came up to rub under his bottom lip, a rhythmic, practiced movement he regularly did, the diamonds attached expertly to his gloved refracted onto his cheekbone; casting a dispersive light. your eyes met for a mere second making your heart flutter, michael looked amazing tonight, and you weren’t quite sure if you could contain yourself at that afterparty.

( 3rd person )

booming music rattled the french windows of the ballroom. strobing lights reflecting off the glass, and onto the generous rhinestones encrusted onto the guests dashing attire. crowds of award-winning artists swaying the night away, swirling there cocktails while looking the eye-candy up and down, window shopping for their next one night stand. (although it may start rumours among the press). y/n strutted into the fabulous building, eyes locking onto her curves and her glistening jewellery. “doesent she just look breath-taking” the bouncers hollered at her as she smiled, confidence boosting more by the minute.

she strolled into the crowd with her head high, ready to have fun and get a little tipsy…maybe even get some men to buy her drinks… her ego barely declined so she was confident that she was gonna take someone home tonight, maybe even the *star of the night*... fluorescent lights lit up the bar, giggling and conversation filling the room and wrapping around everyone’s eardrums like a warm hug. she sat down and got herself comfortable, ready for a night of fun and excitement!

she looked around, complimenting people’s outfits using her body language. after all, her smile was contagious, and could light up a room instantly.

about an hour into the afterparty and you were full up on pure booze, holding onto a wine glass like it was a lifeline. everything going on was just so overwhelming, the blinding lights, the constant chatter, the constant men coming up to buy her a drink when she had clearly had enough, the makeup caked on her face was starting to irritate her pores and was separating by her smile lines. she needed a breather, and that’s non negotiable.

( 2nd person )

your red bottom heels clicking against the extravagant wooden flooring as you made your way to the balcony, the stars lighting up the los angeles city skyline. there he was, in that gorgeous outift, there he stood, michael joeseph jackson, leaning over the balcony ledge, swirling and occasionally sipping a small glass of whisky; the soft breeze blowing his curls to the right. the previously styled curls on his forehead now cascaded down his forehead in this messy but attractive way, the door closed behind you with a soft click, it was quiet, but you’d have to be hard of hearing to not hear it. michael glanced behind him for a second before double taking and looking at you properly, a soft smirk pulling at the left side of his face, he jerked his head down to move his glasses to the tip of his beautifully curved nose, his eyes had a teasing glow in them. he opened his mouth to speak, but nothing came out. he seemed to be thinking what to say to you, after all, you did look gorgeous..

after a minute of comfortable silence and soft eye contact, he spoke

“how come you out here too?” his voice was raised yet low, you had to be quite loud to get your words through the vibrations of the music and conversation behind that balcony door, but you could hear his smile in his tone. his voice was so attractive when he wasn’t putting on that high protective tone for his voice, you felt your face heat up and a you felt a low heat pool somewhere you refuse to acknowledge

“u-ha..um too loud” your words slurred and you let out a nervous laugh before starting your sentence, making michael let out a soft chuckle in amusement at your fluster.

“me too, i like what you did with your um, your hair” he said, his voice cracking slightly as he beckoned you forward with his index finger, he let out a small chuckle as he spoke “c’mere, let me get a good look at you, it’s dark out” you felt the heat in that one area grow, having thoughts you shouldn’t, getting actual shivers from his voice, you nodded almost too eagerly, making him laugh, you stumbled, falling into his arms, suddenly remembering how drunk you were,

“you’re r-really gorgeous up close” you whispered accidentally, drunkenly blurting it out, you noticed a soft pink hue appear on his cheeks, michael subtly biting his lip and mouthing a soft thank you, his hot breath against your skin was not helping with your situation down there

“you’re not bad yourself,girl” he chuckled out, moving your hair out of your face as he gets a good look at your harmonious features, twirling a stray curl from your updo in his finger flirtatiously, his voice turning into a low smooth hum as he hums a wordless tune, likely an unreleased melody he’s planning on making. he finished humming or maybe forgot what he was doing, a comforting silence between you two as you admired his eyes, the same eyes he was so insecure of, they were beautiful, they had this soft almost angelic glow as he admired your face.

this man was gorgeous.

“wanna g-go get somethin’ to drink..?” you ask, finally breaking the silence, michael’s eyes drift down to your lips before drifting back up to your eyes, he licked his lips lightly before speaking ..

“i think you’ve had enough but sure” he chuckled, his smile evident through his tone..