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olderbf! toji eats you out during a heatwave… ♡︎

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your man will eat you any time, any place. he couldn’t care less if you’d just got back from the gym, or if you hadn’t showered yet — shit, he’d still go down on you if you didn’t shower for a whole week.

and the best part? you dont even have to ask. in fact, sometimes he’d practically beg to taste you — even just for a second. toji would die happy between your legs.

you hadn’t realised the extent of his obsession with burying his face in your cunt until now.

"cmon, doll. just sit on my face, quit bein’ so difficult," he purrs, tongue flicking over the scar on his lip as he ogles you in those tiny shorts, pulling you into his lap and squeezing your soft thighs.

your older boyfriend seemed to be neglecting the fact that it was the hottest day of the year so far, the AC was broken (just your luck), and you were both sweating buckets.

"you’re insane. no. nope. absolutely not," you respond, attempting to crawl off his lap when he pulls you effortlessly over his chest, then to his face, his grin needy and feral as he presses his nose to your crotch; inhaling deeply. "aah!— toji!-"

"mmm," he hums lowly, practically growling as your musk fills his nostrils, large, greedy hands tugging your shorts down like they were offensive. "shit, baby — just a taste, smell so damn good."

you pull a disgusted face at him as he throws your shorts across the room, questioning exactly why he’d want his face anywhere near your pussy right now. i mean, seriously, you were sweating in places you didn’t even know you could sweat. you were also extremely turned on, but that wasn’t relevant, you thought. "you’re such a weirdo," you sigh.

right as you finish your sentence, toji tugs you harshly down onto his face, darting his tongue out and dragging it through your folds. "if y’think it’s so weird then why you drippin’ on my tongue?"

you can only manage a breathy moan in response, hands fisting his hair as he pins you to his face, eating you like he was fucking starving.

he groans lowly as he tastes you, making out with your cunt sloppily, spending extra time fucking his tongue into your tight hole before closing his lips around your clit. "nghmm — toji!" you mewl, instinctively grinding your hips against his face.

"that’s it, grind this pretty lil’ cunt against my face, baby," he rasps against your folds, utterly addicted to your taste, your scent — fucking hypnotised by your pussy.

your stuffy apartment was filled with shameless moans and grunts, along with the lewd, wet sounds of toji devouring you like there was no tomorrow. he alternates between flicking your clit with his tongue, then sucking it firmly into his mouth, fingers digging into your thighs.

it takes all of another five minutes before you’re close to orgasm, fisting his hair tighter, thighs shaking either side of his head.

"ahhhn — m’so fucking c-close ohmygod," you babble, practically humping toji’s face as you chase your release. "atta girl, cum on my tongue, shit—"

and you do. hard.

he licks up every creamy drop, groaning in satisfaction at your sweet and salty taste like it’ll never be enough.

a/n; more toji as promised from the poll! this is heavily inspired by the heatwave in the uk rn ur girl is DYING over here send help (and toji’s tongue) | art by @ameamezou on x !!

he always wants to be between your thighs- at this point you can’t remember everywhere he’s eaten you out at because of how many times he’s dragged you into different rooms just to shove his tongue into your cunt. his hips rutting into nothing as his nose digs into your clit.

@zoslittleblog

tags-smut, overstimulation, enemies, car!sex, praise, p in v (unprotected), tit!sucking, cowgirl, oral (fem receiving),

wasn’t bothered to write context —my first post so please go easy on a girl!—

“You, little missy- are such a pain in my fucking ass.”

I say through gritted teeth before yanking her by that wrist i could wrap two fingers around and slamming my mouth against hers. Before I know it she’s reciprocating. My hands snake around her thighs to hoist her up, fingers digging into the supple skin underneath that tiny skirt while my tongue glides against hers. Fuck. She tastes like strawberry, must be her lip balm.

My feet have a mind of its own, guiding her to my car, slamming her body against the side of the backseat door with unexpected aggression. “Shit..” I kiss over her pulse point apologetically and she gasps just short of a whisper, my hand momentarily leaving her ass to fumble with the car handle “Fuckin’ stupid thing..” I mutter at myself and she giggles at me, how embarrassing. “dickhead” she says with a teasing chuckle as I roll my eyes. Does this woman have no idea how lucky she is to be kissing me? Damn.

I eventually pry the back door open and set her down so her hips are on the edge of the leather seat, getting on my knees infront of her, the concrete digs into the rugged and already bruised skin. (does the position make sense?) I nudge her knees open, her shoulders tense as she sits up on the backs of her elbows glancing around into the night. “Relax, you’re fine okay?”

“What if someone’s sees rafe?” The cute little worried furrow in her eyebrow made my breath hitch. How did she go from bitching at me to being such a sweet girl?

I glance around the empty street the golden hue of lamps casting a soft glow on our tangled limbs, we’re tucked in the corner away from peering eyes. Good, the universe is rooting for me after all.

“Shh… don’t worry about that okay? Nobody comes out here at this time” I’m surprised by the unexpected gentleness in my voice and before i know it, my hands are trailing the lace detailing of her panties. Her skirt is lifting slightly revealing her soft thighs but I need to see more of her.

“Lift your hips baby, can you do that for me?” She does as I say and i can already feel my cock straining against my jeans, I fucking loved obedient girls. I slide the skirt off those hips of hers and toss it somewhere in my car, taking in the pink little unicorn underwear she had on and a small chuckle slips out from my lips.

“Shut up..” She mutters, a pink tinge spreads across her cheeks, and I see the embarrassment displayed on her face despite her failed attempt to hide it.

“Aww is my little girl embarrassed?” I coo at her teasingly, I press a soft kiss over the damp spot she’s already created on the fabric. Jeez, she’s already wet from this? i’ve barely even touched her- “Don’t be, they’re cute.” I reassure before looking up at her asking for permission to continue, her little nod confirms it and I hook my finger and slide those unicorn underwear to the side, pressing a slow kiss to her swollen clit. I draw back though, resting my head on her thigh, my eyes raking over the intricate folds. I rub my thumb on her inner thigh absentmindedly and admire the way her pussy drips before me.

“Why are you taking forever?” She asks expectantly.

“Your pussies pretty.” I say running my finger through the dripping folds as her chest rose and fell.“Do I seriously turn you on that much?”

“Shut the fu-“ Before she could say another word i drag my tongue across those glistening folds of hers, swirling my tongue around her clit strategically as she gasps as expected.

“Hm. Assumed so.”

I yank the unicorn panties all the way down so I no longer have any barriers between me and her pussy. When I go back in I press my palm against her stomach to keep her from squirming away from me, the other hand gripping her thigh to keep her spread out for me, that doesn’t seem to stop her from attempting to clamp her thighs around my head though. I trail a single finger to her achingly wet hole, before slipping it in carefully.

Jesus christ, she was tight too, and warm.. and just so fucking wet. She was already pulsating and clenching around a single finger, and I haven’t even added a second or third yet, just makes the urge to not slip my cock in her and fuck her till she’s whimpering my name concededly more difficult.

“Is that okay baby? you want another?” I ask cautiously because I know some girls struggle with being too tight. but I already know the answer with the way she’s whimpering my name. She nods enthusiastically and I slip a second finger gradually and kiss her hipbone reassuringly, I pump my fingers in and out slowly, her pussy juice dripping onto the car seat below her. I curl my fingers to hit that plump spot inside her, whines and gasps tearing out of her.

“So fuckin’ pretty for me huh?”

“r-rafe.. p-please.. nmph..-“

I flick my tongue, groaning into her clit while i continue to scissor my fingers into her aching cunt, adding ultimate stimulation. Her nails clawed into my shoulder as I became more insistent with sucking her puffy little bud. “mmf.. so good baby..” I spit onto her clit gathering the taste as i suck hungrily, I look up at her, her back arching off the car seat helplessly. She squirms in her seat and I hold her down with my free hand, bicep bulging and veins strained against tanned, freckled skin. “Nuh uh.. none of that. Stay still like the good girl you are.” And fuck.. the sight of her- I already feel precum leaking through my jeans, my cock thumping violently begging to be freed.

Her legs start to tremble, orgasm crashing over her and I help her ride it out, dragging my tongue gently over her folds, slipping my fingers out slowly and bringing them to my mouth to lick the remnants. I trail kisses up her body, kissing at the corners of her eyes where tears have threatened to spill from overstimulation.

“Was it too much?” I pepper her face with kisses

“mm.. too much in a good way” She pants heavily blissed out.

“such a good girl for me, I think you deserve a reward hm?”

“Like what?”

I stand up off my knees, rubbing my hand over my evident bulge. I start crawling over her body, encouraging her to go more in the car before shutting the door behind us

“How would you like riding my cock? sound good?”

“It looks overwhelming just in your pants”

“If you don’t want too that’s fine, we can do anything you want okay baby?”

“Well.. can I see your cock first?”

I chuckle softly at that. God, she was so fucking cute.

“sure whatever you need”

I manspread on the seat beside her and unzip, wincing as i pull my pants down along side my boxers, my cock stands around 8 inches tall with a slight curve up. I groan when i grab the base of my cock, running my thumb over my pink tip thats already spurting precum out of the slit. I close my eyes, my head falling back against the car seat simultaneously as I rub my dick up and down with slow wet slides. My breathing pattern roughens and I open my eyes to catch a glimpse of her, admiring the gape on her face. My eyes roam over her body, focusing mainly on her tits still in that fucking tank, why the fuck is she still in that tank?

“Take it off”

“What?”

“Your shirt. Off.. off.. off… cmon now baby” I insist with a whine feeling desperation coursing through my veins.

“Oh right- I uh-“

“Need to see your tits right fuckin’ now...c’mon” I try to recollect myself running my free hand down my face, my voice gruff and whiny.

As I say it she’s already pulling the shirt over her head, tossing it into the front seat and unclasping her bra, her tits bouncing free into my vision.

“So fucking beautiful..” I groan, pleasure written all over my face i didn’t bother anymore to conceal it.

She crosses her arms awkwardly, I can tell she feels vulnerable completely bare in front of me. I waver my fingers, signaling for her to climb on and immediately grab onto those hips off hers when she straddles me. I latch my mouth onto her left tit, whimpering falling from her swollen lips. My tongue runs along her stretch-marks and her peaked nipples, which harden under my tongue as I grind against her subconsciously, my hard and leaking cock running up and down her thigh spreading my precum across it.

“tell me you want me to continue.”

“Please…”

“Such a fucking pretty girl-“

I catch her mouth with mine, passionately gliding my mouth over hers, we grind our naked bodies against eachother and her delicate hands encircle around my neck, her forehead presses against mine and she pulls away breathing heavily. I grab the base of my twitching cock, gliding the tip against her pulsating leaking hole, pausing for a second to check with her.

“I’m gonna go slow at first with you okay? Don’t wanna hurt you..”

She nods and I slide just the tip in, feeling her stretch around me and a groan escapes my lips. I study her face vicariously looking for any signs of discomfort, but when I see none I let her sink deeper onto me, my cock pulses uncontrollably inside her tight pussy begging for movement, i can feel her arousal already dripping down onto my balls and my cock twitches inside her. I wait for her too adjust but it seems she’s already made the decision she’s ready when i feel pleasure shoot through my stomach at her soft grinding.

“mmf fuck that’s it yeah..”

I grip onto her ass helping her manoeuvre on top of me and i groan breathlessly, looking up at her in a daze as her eyebrows furrow and eyes screw shut in whimpers. My veins glide against each ringlet inside of her, the wet sound of me moving in and out of her echoing in the car.

“Hold still baby let me put in some work..”

I lift her up and start pounding up into her, skin slapping against skin

“Doing so good for me, aren’t you?”

I groan when she nods at me, the pleasure on her face made my balls tighten and I feel her pussy tightening and clenching around my cock signalling her getting close. I glide my hand down to her clit, rubbing in tights circles over it.

“Want you to come all over my pretty cock.. cmon”

“r-rafe..!”

She whines, and I watch her face contort as a few tears stream down her face, but not before kissing them away leaving a slightly saltiness on my swollen lips. I trail my lips down sucking on her pulse point to distract her, biting and then licking over the sensitive spot.

“too m-much”

“It’s okay shh.. you can take it, I know you can”

A wave of pleasure rides over me when I feel that final clench around my cock and she goes limp on top of me

“Good fuckin’ girl”

I drive a few more thrusts into her until I pump hot spurts of cum inside her already leaking pussy, I kiss her temple breathless before carefully pulling out of her, wincing at the loss of contact as reality sets in to surface that I just sweet talked to my enemy while driving my dick into her.

a friend to call my own finale

“ in which michael finds someone (y/n) who accepts him for who he is. ”

pairing: strangers to friends, thriller!michael jackson x fem!reader, self-insert

warnings & disclaimers: paparazzi, smut, burn scar mention, fluff, praising, cunnilingus, michael is an eater and talks y/n through it, soft dom!michael, y/n has a bush, they have an audience of his plushies, they’re both shy, brief aftercare

word count: 3.9K

authors note: hope yall enjoyed this lil series! pls don’t be shy to comment. lmk if you liked it :)

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after the movie ended, the two of you strolled down the quiet hallway of the theater, animatedly sharing your opinions on the plot holes and the over-the-top acting. michael was right in the middle of doing a hilarious, deeply dramatic voice impression of the main action character—complete with a mock-serious face and wide gestures—when you both suddenly turned the corner toward the lobby.

the small, private moment was interrupted instantly.

blinding flashes exploded in your face, and a sudden roar of voices echoed through the glass doors. someone leaked that they saw michael entering the theater, and a growing, feral mob of fans and aggressive paparazzi were already waiting. before you could even register the noise, michael’s large, warm hand wrapped firmly around yours. his grip was reassuringly strong.

"thank you! love you guys! goodbye!" he called out to the crowd, blowing a kiss, keeping his voice polite but moving with an urgent, practiced speed. he shielded you with his body, navigating the barrage of flashing lights until the two of you hurriedly scrambled into the safe haven of the waiting limo.

bill slammed the door shut and immediately hit the gas, speeding off into the la night. inside the car, both of your hearts were pounding against your chests. you leaned over, staring out the tinted window in amazement at how quickly the crowd swallowed the sidewalk. your eyes were still adjusting to the neon spots left behind by the camera flashes.

"wow," you breathed out, a nervous laugh escaping your lips.

"i really hope my picture wasn't ugly. my dad is going to be absolutely pissed if this makes the papers tomorrow."

you turned to look at michael as he shook his head and rolled his eyes at you calling yourself ugly.

"how do you deal with that every single day?"

michael let out nothing but a soft chuckle. he adjusted his jacket, his expression a mix of gratitude and exhaustion.

"i love the fans, y/n. i really do. but... they can be crazy sometimes. you just have to learn how to keep moving."

the car quieted down for a moment as the adrenaline began to fade. michael turned his body toward you, his twinkly eyes fixed on yours with a sudden, hopeful light.

"do you... do you want to come back to my place? to hayvenhurst?"

you swallowed hard, your shyness creeping back in as you sheepishly smiled looking at your lap.

"i don't know, michael. i'm not sure if it would be okay with everyone else. your family is there, right?"

"it's okay," he reassured you gently, reaching out to give your hand a soft squeeze. "we'll go straight up to my room. you won't have to see anyone, i promise."

reassured by his sweetness, you agreed.

when you arrived at the grand estate, he kept his word, guiding you up the stairs and into his personal sanctuary. his bedroom was completely whimsical and lavishly decorated. the moment the door opened, he looked at you with a shy smile.

"sit right there," he instructed, gesturing to a comfortable spot. "let me just... take bubbles and muscles to the other room. I don't want to scare you off."

as he trailed off to move his exotic pets, you took the opportunity to look around. the room was filled with giant plushies, various toys scattered on the floor, and stacks of impressive records. instead of finding it strange, you thought it was incredibly cute and so quintessentially michael. it was a physical manifestation of the childhood he never got to have.

suddenly, you heard the bedroom door creak open. assuming it was michael returning, you turned around with a smile, but you were met with a completely different face. it was jermaine.

jermaine stopped in his tracks, doing a blatant double take as his eyes landed on you sitting in his younger brother's room. a slow, smooth smirk spread across his face, and he leaned his shoulder casually against the doorframe.

"well, hello there," jermaine said, his voice dropping into a low, deliberately charming tone.

you bit your lip, stifling a nervous giggle at how smooth he was trying to be, and managed a polite, "hello."

a few seconds later, michael materialized in the hallway, his face instantly dropping into a scowl when he saw his brother hovering.

"jermaine, get out of the way," michael said, shoving past him into the room.

jermaine didn't budge from the frame, his smirk only widening as he looked between the two of you. "who is this, mike?"

"she's a good friend of mine, jermaine. and you should leave," michael said, his voice carrying a firm, protective edge that you hadn't heard before.

jermaine chuckled, raising his hands in mock surrender as he prepared to back away.

"alright, alright. but hey... if that's all she is, maybe i could get to know her."

michael scoffed loudly, a look of pure annoyance crossing his features.

"shmuck," he muttered under his breath, stepping forward and decisively closing the wooden door right in his brother's face, clicking the lock into place.

the absurdity of the interaction broke the tension, and the two of you immediately burst into laughter.

"i am so sorry about him," michael said, shaking his head as he walked back over to you.

he sat down right next to you on the edge of the seat, leaning forward with his elbows resting on his thighs. he tilted his head up, looking back at you admirably with those damn eyes. they were so big, so deep, and so full of unspoken emotion that you completely lost your train of thought, getting utterly lost in them.

"do you like my decorations?" he asked, his tone softening into something incredibly intimate.

"i do," you smiled softly, your eyes roaming his handsome face. "it's perfect."

the two of you engaged in a light, quiet conversation. your cheeks were lightly blushed because his eye contact was noticeably more intense and his tone was gentler, like a purr. michael sat back up slowly, his movements deliberate. as you spoke, he reached out and rested his large, warm hand flat against your lap. the heat of his palm seeped through your khaki shorts, making your breath hitch.

gradually, the words between you began to slow down. the conversation trailed off into heavy silence. michael’s gaze drifted down to your lips before locking back onto your eyes. your heart thumped rapidly against your chest as you stared back at him. you both were thinking the same thing, but who was going to act on it first?

for a few minutes, you both just sat there watching each other. he traced feathery circles on your knee that made you twitch and carefully noted your every reaction. his fingers were shaking a bit, so you knew he was just as nervous as you.

without a word, he leaned in, his long arms reaching out to envelope you into a secure, warm hug. but as your face met the crook of his neck, he didn't pull away. instead, he shifted, his head tilting as his lips found yours.

the kiss started soft and gentle—something almost platonic—but within seconds, it became more passionate. in an instant, the jolly man you had spent the night laughing with was gone. in his place was a sensual grown man. he even surprised himself as a million things raced through in his head.

his hands were incredibly strong yet gentle, rubbing your lower back and pulling you flush against him. his chest felt like solid rock against yours, his heart beating unevenly. michael knew exactly what he was doing, taking the absolute lead as his lips parted yours, kissing you with a breathtaking, hungry intensity that left your head spinning. you wrapped your arms around his neck, completely consumed by the sudden, powerful fire of the man holding you captive in the quiet of his room.

he shifted his weight, gently guiding you down onto your back against the soft mattress. his movements were incredibly attentive; he paused for a brief second to slide a plush pillow underneath your neck, ensuring you were completely supported. out of the corner of his eye, he spotted a small plush bear resting nearby, and with a swift, playful swat, he knocked it off the bed to clear the space for the two of you.

"are you comfortable, y/n?" he whispered, breaking the silence. his voice made your skin tingle.

before you could even squeak out an answer, he climbed over you, hovering with a lean, muscular dominance that took your breath away. he didn't rush. instead, he began trailing a slow, agonizingly beautiful path of passionate and tender kisses down your skin. he pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, captured your lips in another deep, lingering melt, and then moved lower. his lips grazed the curve of your shoulder, dipped down to the soft skin of your stomach, and then ventured further down, pressing warm, deliberate kisses along your inner thighs that made your whole body ache for him.

breaking the contact for just a moment, he sat you up with his strong hands, his eyes locked onto yours as he smoothly pulled your shirt over your head. as the fabric fell away, his gaze dropped, his eyes boring intensely into your pink lace bra.

your cheeks were instantly on fire, the heat radiating through your entire face. noticing your shyness, a deeply sensual, knowing smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"wow, is pink your favorite color?" he asked softly, his voice a gentle purr.

you could only nod, completely captivated by his intensity. without wasting a single second, his long fingers reached behind your back. with a deft, practiced flick of his wrist, he undid your bra quickly and tossed it carelessly to the side.

before you could even process the sudden coolness of the room, he leaned back in, his large hands finding your breasts. he began softly, rhythmically rubbing your sensitive nipples, his thumbs circling them with a perfect amount of pressure while his gaze remained locked fiercely onto your eyes. a soft, involuntary whimper escaped your throat, a shiver running straight down your spine.

michael let out a low, pleased hum at your reaction.

"a woman's nipples are so sensitive, yet they're so neglected," he murmured as his hands continued their intoxicating work.

"your breasts are so beautiful, y/n. absolutely gorgeous."

your mind was racing, your heart hammering wildly. you honestly couldn't believe how much of a talker he was in the bedroom. this was the same man who, just hours prior, had been too shy to look you in the eyes while singing on a ferris wheel. you were quickly learning firsthand that michael was not this one-dimensional caricature the media portrayed him to be.

the contrast between his public gentleness and his private hunger was staggering. holding your gaze for one last burning second, he dipped his head and wrapped his lips around your nipple, passionately sucking it into the warm cavern of his mouth. you gasped, your fingers immediately tangling into his fluffy, permed hair as his tongue swirled around the sensitive bud. he pulled back with a wet pop and immediately moved to the other breast, repeating the intense, drawing motion until you were writhing beneath him, completely slick and incredibly needy.

he slid his hands down, grasping the waistband of your khaki shorts, and smoothly stripped them down your long legs, tossing them onto the floor. all that remained were your matching pink lace panties. michael chuckled softly, tilting his head slightly.

"so cute," he murmured, but his tone quickly shifted as his eyes tracked lower.

through the thin, damp fabric of the pink lace, the distinct outline of your neatly trimmed bush was peaking through. michael’s eyes darkened, and he slowly licked his lips in pure hunger. you gulped, the heavy gravity of his gaze making your heart sink. he looked up to lock eyes with you, and with an excruciating slowness, he began circling your mound with his palm, applying just enough pressure to send a shockwave straight to your hole. your hips moved, slightly lifting off the mattress from the sudden sensation.

it had been years since you had last been intimate with anyone, and the feeling of your body’s arousal waking up again felt completely foreign, almost overwhelming.

"you’re so sensitive to my touch, y/n," michael noted, his tone suddenly softening with a touching sincerity. he stopped the movement for a second, his eyes searching yours.

"have you... have you ever done this before?"

"once," you confessed, your voice barely a breathless whisper in the quiet room.

a knowing, playful glint returned to his eyes.

"oh yeah?" he asked, leaning in a little closer. "did it feel good?" his eyebrows raised curiously.

embarrassed, you averted your eyes slightly. "it was... okay."

michael shook his head, letting out a soft "tsk, tsk, tsk" against your skin. a confident smirk played on his lips.

"i can make you feel things you've never felt before. i promise you."

as he leaned down to kiss your stomach again, you realized he was still fully clothed, his crisp button-down pressing against your bare skin.

"michael," you breathed out, gripping his shoulders. "take your shirt off. please."

for a fleeting second, the confident man vanished, and it was his turn to be a little shy. he flushed a deeper shade of red, but he didn't hesitate. he sat back on his knees and quickly unbuttoned the top, stripping it off his shoulders. your eyes widened. his chest was lean and thin, yet beautifully toned and sharply muscular, defined by hours of rigorous dancing. his skin was a gorgeous, rich shade of deep brown, smooth and flawless under the warm lighting of his bedroom.

before you could admire him for too long, he quickly turned the attention back to you, ready to devour you whole. he leaned down and gripped the edges of your damp pink panties, slowly pulling them down your legs. as he brought them past your feet, he lifted the fabric to his nose, inhaling your scent deeply, letting out a long sigh before placing them to the side

left completely bare beneath him, the view was breathtaking. strings of your slick essence coated your short, neatly trimmed bush, glistening wetly against your dark, swollen folds.

"it's so pretty," michael whispered, his voice thick with desire. "so beautiful."

without giving you a single second to prepare, he parted your legs wider and dived right in, pressing his face flat against your wetness.

the sudden, intense contact of his warm tongue arching directly against your clitoris made your eyes buck wide in absolute surprise. your hips curled up into the air, your spine arching off the mattress. you squeaked loudly, covering your mouth, mindful that you two weren’t alone. you threw your head back into the pillow, your hands blindly gripping the bedsheets for dear life.

michael usually didn't have a big appetite, but tonight, he was an absolute eater, completely devouring you whole. he didn't just lick; he used his mouth with ravenous authority, burying his face into your bush. his long tongue swiped up and down your wet folds in long, heavy and wet perfect strokes, drinking you in. he used his large, strong fingers to spread you open completely, exposing your sensitive hole to the relentless, wet heat of his mouth.

every time you tried to twist away from the intensity of the pleasure, his heavy hands locked against your pelvis, pinning you to the bed with. he was much stronger than he looked. he vacuumed your clit into his mouth, mimicking the rhythm he used on your breasts, swallowing your hushed whimpers and cries. he pushed the bud alongside your labia in and out, in and out and swirled both his tongue and head in a circle. you were completely helpless beneath him as your legs shook slightly and you looked off to the side. his tongue had your brain fried.

his skilled tongue kept pushing deeper, relentlessly spreading you open and exploring the tight, slick heat of your pussy. you bit down on your bottom lip, trying desperately to keep quiet. you weren't expecting this level of passion from him. your entire body began to shake as the overwhelming feeling of an explosive orgasm started rolling in. your delicate fingers began circling your nipples as he caught a glimpse of you pleasing yourself while he pleased you.

your hips arched higher off the bed, pushing his head even deeper into your wetness. you were now slightly turned up at an angle; you couldn’t lie flat anymore. you were mindful not to pull his hair because of the sensitive scars along his hairline, so you firmly gripped his broad shoulders instead, grinding your swollen clitoris directly against the tip of his nose and his wet tongue. michael could barely breathe with his face buried so deeply in your bush, but he didn't care in the slightest. he was entirely intoxicated by the sweet, clean way you tasted. he loved the primal feeling of your vaginal muscles contracting and fluttering against his mouth, and the sound of your beautiful, breathless moans filled him with pride. he always knew you would be beautiful in moments of surrender, but this—the music you were making together—was triple platinum.

as his tongue continued its long strokes, your whole body suddenly locked and you felt deep flutters in your chest and stomach. you came long and hard, your body shuddering as watery opaque strings of your release poured out of you. michael didn't miss a beat, completely starved for you as he lapped up every single drop of your cream. the sight and taste of your pleasure had blood rushing straight to his dick; his erection grew impossibly tight, straining painfully against the thick denim of his jeans until a dark patch of his own pre-cum began to seep through the fabric. out of everything, giving oral sex was what he loved the most, and seeing you completely unraveled by his mouth was driving him insane.

overstimulated and entirely spent, you weakly tried to shift your hips away as his tongue kept swirling around your sensitive folds.

"michael, please..." you whimpered, trying to pull back.

michael finally pulled his head up to catch his breath, a heavy, ragged exhale escaping his wet lips. but as he moved, his mouth created a sudden, wet suction that popped against your exposed folds, causing you to let out a yelp.

he looked up at you, his eyes dark, heavy-lidded, and dripping with unyielding authority.

"i'm not finished with you yet," he murmured, his voice a commanding whisper. "shush, girl."

before you could even protest, he used his long fingers to console your throbbing clit, rubbing it with an agonizingly gentle, circular motion that made your thigh muscles twitch uncontrollably. then, he dived right back in one more time. he cleaned you up completely, licking up every last lingering trace of your sweetness. your body shook uncontrollably, your legs trembling as you looked off to the side again, completely tapped out and overwhelmed by the pleasure he demanded you to feel.

finally satisfied, michael pulled away completely. he lifted his hand, his large, long fingers glistening with your wetness, and slowly, deliberately sucked the rest of your essence off his skin, his eyes never leaving yours.

he crawled his way back up your body, hovering over you once more. a proud, satisfied smirk rested on his handsome face, yet his large eyes were still filled with a soft tenderness. he leaned down, planting a series of soft, adoring kisses across your burning cheeks, your forehead, and the tip of your nose.

"you were so beautiful for me, baby," he whispered against your skin, his breathing slowly regulating. "are you okay?"

"i'm... i'm okay," you breathed out, your voice entirely breathless. as you looked down, your eyes caught the unmistakable, heavily strained erection stretching the front of his fitted jeans.

noticing where your gaze had landed, michael let out a soft chuckle, a warm smile breaking across his dimpled face. he reached out, gently tucking a stray lock of your fluffy, permed hair behind your ear.

"don't worry about that. you don't have to do a single thing to me right now," he said.

"loving you was all i needed tonight." his tone carrying a blunt honesty that made your cheeks instantly flush a bright red.

in the quiet moments after, he rested his large hand over your pelvis. his long fingers mindlessly played with the soft curls of your bush, entirely distracted by the warmth of your skin. he didn't even realize just how incredibly sensitive and dripping wet you still were from your release until his knuckles brushed against your side clit. the sudden shock made you buck upward into his palm with a sharp gasp.

michael let out a soft chuckle at your intense reaction, gently retracting his hand so he wouldn't overwhelm you anymore. he shifted closer, using his thumb to tenderly caress the side of your flushed face, his gaze softening completely.

"i'm so grateful to have you in my life, y/n," he murmured, his eyes twinkly and low.

"really."

the two of you lied there in a beautiful, tangled silence for a while. eventually, michael pulled himself up and helped clean you up with a warm cloth, taking his time before gently helping you slide your clothes back on. he handled you like something incredibly delicate and precious.

as you smoothed down your oversized top, he looked at you with a slight pout tugging at his lips.

"do you really have to go right now?" he asked, his voice full of a lonely, hopeful longing.

"you could stay... we could play some arcade games downstairs, or just watch a cartoon. anything you want."

you smiled softly, reaching out to touch his arm.

"i want to, michael, really. but i promised my mother i’d be back tonight. if i don't walk through that door soon, she'll completely panic and call the police thinking something terrible happened to me."

michael let out a soft, defeated sigh, but he understood completely, always the gentleman. "okay," he murmured.

he threw a different shirt back on, keeping it loose, and walked you down the quiet hallway of hayvenhurst and out into the cool night air where the limousine was waiting. before the car door opened, he stepped into your space, wrapping his strong arms around you and pulling you into a deep, lingering, warm embrace. he buried his face into your sweet smelling hair, inhaling your scent one last time.

pulling back just enough to look into your eyes, he gently helped you into the back seat of the limo.

"call me the very second you make it home, okay?" he instructed with a sweet, protective smile.

"i will," you promised, your heart full to the brim as bill closed the door, leaving you to replay every single breathtaking touch on the quiet ride back home.

you still felt the vibrations of his heavy tongue against your swollen pussy as you clamped your legs tightly together and looked out the window at michael who waved goodbye. as the limo pulled off, you wondered where you and michael stood now. more importantly, you wondered what the press would have to say, especially your father, when your picture will certainly end up on the front page.

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Koby my beloved! Um basically I am in love with him and wish his live action actor would post more on insta because he is very nice to look at. (more based on the snippets of OPLA season two cause I see you Koby, ur def getting more muscular 😝)

NSFW: eater koby/dry humping/whimpering koby/f to m hair pulling/overstimulation/f receiving/pretty boy Koby/b**b play/p*rn with no plot

NON DESCRIPTIVE FEM READER

Plot: Basically eater Koby, cause I can mwehehe

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Koby had you pinned to the bed as his tongue rolled deeper into you. He whimpered in your cunt as he humped himself through his pants.

Your eyes rolled back as your body thrusted deeper into his touch. You moaned at the feeling of him.

He loved to have you like this, dripping from his tongue alone. Wet and horny as he used your cunt any way he wanted. It was bliss for him.

"Koby- please- I'm so close," you huffed as your hands tangled through his hair. He groaned into you, sending shivers through your body.

His tongue moved in you, reaching your clit like it was some sort of hidden treasure. You yelped as he played with your cunt. His hands gripped your thighs, and even though you threatened to close them each time he dove deeper, Koby's strength was enough to keep them open.

Your body rolled into his tongue as the knot in your stomach tightened. "Koby- I think I'm gonna- fuck," your voice stuttered as you came, whining his name. He lapped your juices, sighing as if you had just presented him a meal. He humped the mattress as he ate you out, not coming up to breathe. He loved to hear your whines, especially when he knew he was the cause of them.

He continued to eat you out even as you squirmed. He wanted more. He came up to look at you suddenly, glasses tilted and fogged.

"Just a little more yeah? Give me a little more." He looked at you with those puppy eyes of his, it was difficult to say no to him. You stroked his face as he leaned into your hands, kissing your inner palm. You pushed his glasses back into place.

You nodded, "you're so pretty when you beg my love." You smiled as he came up to kiss you, his pants wet from the pre cum that soaked through.

"And you look so delicious for me." He kneeled back and held you open, you gripped the sheets as he dove back in, his tongue savoring you again. You began to roll into his touch, his nose rubbing against your clit. You whined as he kept his pace, his tongue slipping through your folds. You arched up, your eyes watering. "Just like like my pretty boy, just like that please."

He groaned at your words, one of his hands gripped your thigh, surely to leave bruises. The other reach to play with your chest, squeezing your boobs.

Your hands moved with his, one reaching to pull on his hair while the other joined him on your boobs. You massaged them as he pinched the nipple, sending chills through your body, your cunt clenching at the sensation.

He continued to move his tongue in and out of you as the knot in your stomach tightened. Your brain turning to mush as he kept his pace increased. The tears ran down your face as he went deeper into you.

You nipples perked at his movements, he was great at multitasking. You... well not so much. Your hands became weak as he continued. You body jerked as you came on to his face again, this time he didn't break.

He kept licking and tasting you even after your body began to tremble. He held on to your chest, still sending you over the edge as he stimulated you. You moaned and whined into him, your legs shaking.

His body was thrusting into the mattress for any sort of friction, still soaking through his uniform pants. Koby had always been a pretty boy, but as he had you like this, still in his uniform, he was divine.

"Koby- too- too much- fuck." Your voice was shaking.

He nodded but didn't stop, he wanted one more orgasm out of you. You gripped his hair slightly harder, your other hand had given up, now holding on to the sheets besides you. You shook again as another orgasm rolled out of you, your screams echoing in the room.

Koby tasted you as his pace came down. He came up to look at your face, reaching for a nearby towel to clean his mouth. He fixed his crooked foggy glasses again, cleaning them with his shirt.

"You did so well my love, so good for me." You kissed you, his hands trailing your body as if to calm the shaking. Your legs were limp, slightly trembling.

"Such a pretty boy Koby." You could never say it too much, Koby had such a handsome face. Especially when he was pussy drunk... his eyes were even more beautiful. You stroked the hair off his face, pushing his falling glasses back in to his face.

"I love it when you say that," he kissed you, getting up to change his soaked uniform pants. You pulled your bottoms back up, dressing yourself.

He came back, dressed and cleaned. You tried your best to stand up but your legs gave and Koby caught you.

"I think you better rest today, I'll take care of you once I'm back yeah?" You nodded, you couldn't say no to Koby, it would be nice to take a day off anyways.

He kissed you again as he lay you on his bed, "such a pretty present, waiting just for me," he whispered.

You didn't know how long he would be here, training and coming back home to you. But you knew you would enjoy the time you had together for the meantime. And you knew he would enjoy you too. You began to doze off as you heard his door open and shut. The summer breeze rushing in through the windows as the only thing left behind was his scent...

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PRETTY BOY KOBY MY BELOVED! I am so excited to see him in future seasons, he is such a good Koby. I hope he posts more soon as well!!