#thick reader

warnings: possessive/protective undertones, teasing, kissing, body worship references, shy reader, obsessive michael undertones, fluff overload

brief summary: late 80s/early 90s soft domestic Michael. Michael finally brings you to meet the Jackson family for the first time, and everybody immediately notices just how deeply in love with you he is.

College AU! Micheál Jackson x Black! Thick reader

Warning: This contains smut, if that uncomfortable please scroll.

A.N: Listen.. that biopic opened something inside I'D NEVER SEEN BEFORE! I WANT THAT MAN BAD and I know deep deep down y'all know Micheal was fine. This is a collab with my good bestie @ringospuppy go follow her!

On crisp and cool morning, you wake up with the feeling of total excitement, today was the day you get to show off your talents! Your sophomore year was just getting started and what's better than sitting in your crappy dorm with only a few pieces of sandwich meat and stale bread left in the fridge? You dance! Dance was the one thing that you keep in your luggage as you made the move from (State) to California, making a huge leap as the first woman in your family to even think about furthering her education. You had all the support you needed, and with a few scholarships in your pocket and some luck you made it to one of the top HBCUs. Your major was business management something that you know will give you a steady job after college.

But that's not all, you get to try out for your school's notorious dance team, it's been your dream since a child to become a dancer, practicing day in and day out on your twists and turn. You've gotten many bumps and bruises trying to make the perfect routine, and today you'll finally make it.

Getting out of your bed with glee you twirl to the bathroom, brushing your teeth and doing your simple skincare routine. Taking off your bonnet you comb/ brush through your hair and give yourself the best pep talk

"You got this y/n! Ain't no other girl can outdoing me. I got style, looks, and killer stamina there's absolutely no way you don't make it." And with a kiss to the mirror, you change into a patchwork maxi skirt and white tank with a green cardigan, packing clothes for tryouts, some black shorts that cup that ass and a white compression shirt. Grabbing your backpack, you lock the door and head to your classes. With a pep in your step, you glide through the day waiting for tryouts.

𓂦 ╋━ “ℑ 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔡𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱.” ━╋ 𓂦

🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭

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The sun had recently set, and the moon had finally risen, thus casting a light hue in the semi-dark late evening. After eating at the local diner, the two of you ventured off to the forest to sit down, talk, and enjoy each other's company. Thus, Jasper and you had settled down in a pleasant grassy field, sitting on a blanket, and savoring the other's presence.

The minutes had turned into hours, and what was once a sunny, warm day had turned into a chilly, dim evening.  It had also become quite breezy. The wind had picked up more, once the sun had set, and your body shivered slightly to the sudden blow of air. 

“Are you alright, darlin’?” Jasper asked, “You’re probably cold, especially wearing those clothes.”

Though you weren't that cold, Jasper was right. You felt the slight chill, especially wearing such light clothes. You were dressed in a cute gingham set, wearing capris that met at your knees, a matching shirt that passed right below your belly button, and a simple white knitted shrug. The outfit looked pretty on your plump figure, but it wasn't practical for the chilly weather.

“C’mere, Angel,” he uttered softly, urging you sit sit on his lap. However, before you even had that chance to move, Jasper had effortlessly lifted your body into his lap. You were plotted on his lap, your thick thighs straddling both sides of his hips. Jasper's thumb subconsciously rubbing on your thigh, a habit of his that he rarely seemed to notice.

 In case the warm weather turned cold, Jasper brought a jacket with him, unfortunately, it remained in the car. Jasper didn't want to leave you alone, yet he didn't want you to freeze either. Knowing your rather stubborn personality, he didn't want to decide for you, so he asked you in a soft, gentle voice.  ”I left my jacket in the car, I can go get it for you…that sounds good to you, darlin’?”

“No, I'm good," You respond stubbornly, both frustrated at the sudden weather change and not wishing for him to depart. "I'm not even that cold,"

“Angel, I can feel your body shivering”, he noted, his lips quirking up slightly in amusement. “You might not be shaking as hard as a leaf, but baby, I can feel that you’re cold.”

The slight twitch of a smirk on Jasper's lips annoyed you. Whether it was the weather's spontaneous change, or the subconscious desire to challenge him, you had, without thinking, said something that caused the sweet, playful atmosphere to break.

“Warm me up then,” you mumble.

There was a slight pause in Jasper's movement. His teasing gaze and slight smirk paused, as well as the thumb that caressed your thigh. A pacy tension had risen into the air, replacing the previous lighter mood.

That mutter of yours wasn't supposed to be heard. It was low, quiet, and was more of a quiet huff under your breath rather than an actual mumble. However, with Jasper’s keen senses, he heard that faint mutter of yours, as loud as he could hear a gunshot.

“You want me to warm you up?” 

His voice was almost as breathy as yours, however, there was an undertone of eagerness that wasn’t present in your own. The thumb that had previously rubbed on your thigh was replaced by his large hand that tightened a hold on your large, plush thigh. The other hand of his that previously layed lazily on the ground, fidgeting with the blanket underneath both of you, had moved to your waist. The hold was firm and anticipating.

“I can do that.” 

...

𝕿𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖚𝖊𝖉

╋━ 𝕮𝖍𝖊𝖈𝖐 𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝖒𝖞 𝕺𝖙𝖍𝖊𝖗 𝖂𝖔𝖗𝖐...

𓂦-𝕵𝖆𝖘𝖕𝖊𝖗 𝕳𝖆𝖑𝖊/𝕮𝖚𝖑𝖑𝖊𝖓

𓂦 - 𝕿𝖜𝖎𝖑𝖎𝖌𝖍𝖙

𓂦 - 𝕸𝖞 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙

A/N- yall there was supposed to be smut in this but it was getting to long i like a build up some times instead of jumping right into it and went a little far lemme know if yall would like the sumt part :)

And do you want to be tagged if I put it out

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Imani lay sprawled across her bed on her stomach, her bare legs kicking lazily in the air behind her. The soft pink satin nightdress she wore barely skimmed the tops of her thighs, riding higher every time she shifted against the comforter. Her bedroom smelled faintly like vanilla and coconut oil from the candle burning on her nightstand, the dim lamp casting a warm glow across the glossy magazine spread open in front of her.

But she wasn’t reading a single word.

She flipped through the pages mindlessly, eyes unfocused as the long cord of her landline wrapped around her fingers.

“But you said you was coming over after I got off from school,” she whined softly into the phone, her bottom lip pushing out into a pout. “This my only free time this week, Rio.”

On the other end, Rio sighed heavily. She could picture him rubbing his hand over his face like he always did whenever he was stressed.

“I know, mama,” he said, his voice low and tired. “But work got crazy. You understand that, right? I’ma come see you next time you free.”

Imani’s face fell immediately.

“No,” she said quietly, sitting up straighter. “You keep sayin’ that, Rio. You said that the other time too.”

The silence that followed made her chest tighten painfully.

Things between them had been different ever since she started medical school. At first, she told herself it was normal. They were growing up. Life got busy. Responsibilities changed.

But Rio used to make time for her.

No matter what.

Back in high school he would pull up outside her house at midnight just because she said she missed him. He used to wait outside her classes, bring her food, kiss her forehead like she was something precious. Like seeing her was the easiest decision in the world.

Now every conversation felt rushed. Every plan got canceled.

Every excuse sounded rehearsed.

“Am I not important enough?” she asked before she could stop herself.

The second the words left her mouth, tears burned her eyes.

Rio cursed softly under his breath. “Imani—”

But she hung up before he could finish.

The loud click echoed through her room.

For a moment she just sat there staring at the receiver in her hand before her breathing hitched. Then the tears came all at once.

She buried her face into her palm.

“I must not be that important to him for real,” she whispered shakily.

Her chest ached so badly it almost embarrassed her. She hated crying over anybody, especially a man, but Rio had rooted himself so deeply into her life that the thought of losing him felt suffocating.

Imani crawled backward until her back hit the headboard, pulling her knees to her chest. Tears slid silently down her cheeks as she rested her chin against her knees.

She missed him.

Not just hearing from him. Not just the quick calls or rushed check-ins.

She missed him.

His arms around her waist while she studied. His voice in her ear distracting her on purpose. The way he’d pull her into his lap like he couldn’t stand having her too far away.

Now it felt like he was avoiding her.

On purpose.

Her jaw tightened at the thought.

The phone rang again almost immediately.

Imani rolled her eyes through her tears.

“Ugh.”

Only one person would be calling back this fast.

She wiped under her eyes with the back of her hand roughly, trying to pull herself together.

“Toughen up, bitch. Fuck him,” she muttered to herself, though another tear slipped down right after it.

She let out a humorless laugh.

At this rate she already knew she was about to cry herself into the best sleep of her life.

“You better than this, Imani,” she whispered, shaking her head as she tried to give herself a pep talk.

But the ache in her chest wouldn’t leave.

Instead of answering Rio’s call, she grabbed her cellphone off the nightstand and dialed Brianna before she could change her mind. Because if she sat there thinking too long, she’d end up calling Rio back and apologizing for being upset.

And she refused to do that.

The phone clicked.

“Hello?”

“Bri… I’m not crazy, right?” Imani asked immediately, voice cracking.

Brianna snorted. “Girl, confused bad. Start from the beginning.”

Imani pushed herself off the bed and started pacing her room, one hand dragging through her freshly silk-pressed hair.

“He said he was comin’ over today ‘cause I finally got free time, then canceled again. And I just…” She swallowed hard. “I feel like he avoidin’ me or somethin’.”

She paced harder, wearing a path into the carpet.

“He keep saying work, work, work. But why it feel like he don’t even wanna see me no more?”

Brianna was quiet for a second before asking carefully, “Wait… y’all still together?”

Imani stopped pacing.

“…Yes?”

Brianna sounded genuinely shocked. “Girl, the way you been cryin’ these past two weeks I thought y’all broke up already. Especially with your brother and parents hatin’ him.”

Imani frowned instantly.

“Okay, but that’s not the point, Bri.”

“Mm-hm.”

“The point is I feel like he’s doing this on purpose.” Her voice cracked again. “Why not just tell me straight up? Like, ‘Hey, I don’t wanna be with you no more.’ Why keep dragging it out?”

The thought alone made her stomach twist violently.

Rio saying he didn’t love her anymore would destroy her.

And she hated that he had that kind of power over her.

“Babe,” Brianna said softly, “that man does not hate you. He probably really is busy—”

“Ugh!” Imani groaned dramatically. “I did not call you to be on his side, Bri!”

Brianna laughed.

“I’m serious! Just tell me I’m right before I get some horrible wake-up call and he breaks up with me for real.” Her voice dropped quieter. “And honestly? That would kill me.”

She sat back down on the edge of the bed, exhaustion finally settling into her bones. Her fingers smoothed nervously over her silk press as fresh tears welled in her eyes again.

Imani closed her eyes tightly.

“Aww, M no,” Brianna said gently. “Rio loves you. That man is crazy about you.”

Then why did it feel like he was slipping away from her?

“Okay, not the advice I need right now but—”

Imani stopped mid-sentence at the sharp tap against her bay window.

Her brows furrowed.

Another tap sounded louder this time, like a pebble bouncing against the glass.

“What the hell?” she muttered, instantly getting to her feet.

Her bedroom lights flicked on as she hurried toward the window, her heart jumping nervously in her chest. For a split second she thought maybe it was her brother trying to scare her again.

Then another tiny rock hit the glass.

Imani pulled apart the pink polka-dot curtains with a frown, peering down the side of the house.

And froze.

“Rio?” she whispered to herself.

Down below, dressed head to toe in black like always, Rio looked up at her from beside the flower bushes. The porchlight caught the sharp lines of his face and the fresh ink covering more of his arms than she remembered. Black shirt. Loose black jeans. Boots.

He looked tired.

But he was there.

The sight alone made her stomach flip traitorously.

Rio lifted his head slightly. “Hey, mama,” he stage-whispered loudly. “Keep the window open. I’ma come up.”

Imani rolled her eyes instantly despite the warmth spreading through her chest.

“Are you crazy?” she whisper-yelled back. “I don’t wanna see you anymore, Rio. I thought work was takin’ up all your time.”

She was lying terribly.

Her heart was practically doing gymnastics at the sight of him standing outside her house like some reckless teenage boy.

Rio sucked his teeth.

“Mmcht, keep the window open Imani.”

Before she could argue again, he grabbed onto the wooden trellis attached to the side of the house, the thick vines twisting around it creating the perfect ladder.

Imani’s eyes widened.

“Oh my God,” she hissed. “Please don’t fall. And if you do, I’m not helpin’ you.”

Rio smirked up at her before continuing to climb.

Trying to ignore how stupidly happy she suddenly felt, Imani walked back toward her bed and picked her phone back up.

“As I was saying before I was interrupted,” she said dramatically, “thank you for telling me that. And his ass is in fact insane.”

Brianna burst out laughing on the other end.

“You gon’ be alright,” Brianna teased. “Bye, love you.”

“Love yo—”

The phone disappeared from Imani’s hand so fast she gasped.

She turned around sharply looking up.

Rio stood over her beside the bed, slightly out of breath from climbing through the window. His large frame practically blocked the light above her as he looked down at the phone in his hand.

“Who is this?” he asked into the receiver.

Imani stared up at him through her lashes for a second before she could stop herself.

God.

He looked unfairly good hovering over her like that.

Black shirt stretched across his chest. Loose black jeans hanging low on his hips. Boots still on. Fresh tattoos inked across his hands and creeping up the sides of his neck.

“Well she love you too, Brianna. Bye.”

He hung up before Brianna could answer and tossed the phone carelessly onto the bed beside her.

His hand slid down, gripping her thigh gently as he dragged her closer to him

Imani slapped his hand away immediately “Don’t touch me,”

“This my shit, come here.”

Before Imani could move away, both of Rio’s hands slid beneath her thighs, lifting her effortlessly off the bed.

“Rio—”

She barely got his name out before he pulled her against him, her legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he turned and sat down on the edge of her bed with her in his lap.

Imani immediately pushed at his chest.

“I’m serious,” she snapped.

One of his hands had already slipped under the hem of her nightdress, gripping the soft flesh of her ass possessively like he belonged there.

“If you came over here just to get your dick wet, you can go,” she said sharply, pointing a finger in his face while trying to pry his hands off her so she could stand.

Rio stared at her for a second like she’d genuinely offended him.

“What?” he asked, almost amused. “Mani, I came over here to see you, baby. How you pushing me off?”

Imani purposely looked everywhere except at him.

At the tattoos on his neck.

At the chain around his throat.

At the strong hands still holding onto her thighs like he had no intention of letting her go anytime soon.

Anywhere but his eyes.

Because if she looked at him too long, she was gonna fold.

“I’m pushing you off because you keep lying to me,” she muttered, voice tight.

Rio’s expression faded slightly.

“And all it took was me crying for you to finally come over,” she continued, trying to keep her composure together. “Like… that really hurts my feelings, Rio.”

Her voice cracked halfway through the sentence.

Embarrassed immediately, Imani turned her face away and wiped quickly under her eyes before the tears could fully fall.

But Rio noticed.

Of course he did.

His grip on her thighs loosened instantly.

“Hey,” he said quieter now.

Imani shook her head.

“No, because I feel stupid.” She laughed shakily, avoiding his gaze. “I’m’ here waiting around for you and you keep making me feel like I’m asking’ for too much just because I wanna see my man.”

“You not asking for too much.”

“Yes I am,” she snapped emotionally. “Cause if I wasn’t, you would actually make time for me.”

Silence filled the room.

The only sound was her uneven breathing and the faint noise from the TV downstairs.

Rio looked at her for a long moment before reaching up carefully, brushing his thumb underneath her eye.

“I’m sorry, baby,” Rio said quietly, his voice softer than it had been all night. “I’ll make time for you. I’m serious.”

Imani sniffled, eyes glossy as she stared down at the chain resting against his chest instead of looking at him directly.

“Any time you call, I’ma come over,” he continued. “Any time you wanna go somewhere, I’ll come. Stop cryin’, mama.”

His hand slid up gently, fingers curling around her chin as he turned her face back toward him.

Imani’s lashes fluttered.

“Don’t say that if you know you can’t, Rio,” she whispered thickly, fresh emotion creeping into her voice.

Rio shook his head immediately.

“Nah, I’m serious.” His thumb brushed beneath her eye again, wiping away another tear before it could fall. “And if I flake out or some shit again… you can be done with me.”

Meanwhile he already knew there was no universe where he’d actually leave Imani alone.

Not after all these years.

Not when she looked at him like that.

“Ew,” Imani said instantly, finally smiling a little through her tears. “Don’t say that.”

Rio smirked faintly at the sight of her softening.

“There she go,” he murmured.

He wiped the rest of her tears carefully while she wrapped her arms around his neck, settling closer against him without even realizing it.

Rio raised an eyebrow. “What happened? Thought you was done with me.”

Imani rolled her eyes dramatically before leaning down and pressing a quick kiss against his lips.

“I was playing,” she mumbled against his mouth.

Rio huffed out a laugh, one hand rubbing slowly up her thigh beneath the satin fabric.

“Yeah, aight,” he teased softly. “You was cryin’ real hard for somebody done with me.”

“Shut up,” she muttered, hiding her face against his shoulder while he grinned.

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haechan x thick POC! reader

sex tape, squirting fixation, oral fixation, unprotected sex, oral (giving & receiving), college au implied, thick POC reader, cum eating, fingering, praising, fuck boy hyuck implied (bitches on bitches), hyuck and reader are a lil desperate

you gulped at the pornographic-like scene your best friend balls deep into a random girl who let out broken squeals and moans to every harsh thrust he did on her, the manhandling grunts and harsh smacks echoed through the speakers as he let out breathy groans and incoherent praises of 'good girl' or 'such a tight fucking pussy'.

you both ended up in this predicament due to you. doubting his infamous sex skills and if the girls on campus were exaggerating about how good the sex was with hyuck. to say he wasn't offended by it would be a lie, taking it straight to his ego he was too prideful about his sexual life that he had to- no he was willing to prove you wrong and show you what you were missing out on.

"if you wanna fuck just say that, not gonna lie i had a few fantasies about you.."

"thanks but no thanks."

"then how will i prove to you that i don't disappoint in bed? are you gonna watch me or something, because i'm into t-"

you rolled your eyes in disgust flipping through one of the many magazines piled up on your nightstand, nonchalantly and dramatically tossing the paper at every flip and scanning through pages to zone out on whatever hyuck was going on about, until you landed on a certain page; 100 Reasons Why You Should Make A Sex Tape your mind lit up like a lightbulb. "record it."

you shrugged looking at the boy who laid across your bed, playing with the ends of your blanket and scrolling through his phone. his eyes met yours with a full smile making him giggle at your request, it wouldn't be the first time he's ever done it but

anything to prove to you why he's the school's labeled 'sex god', this was a big deal to him now. "wouldn't it just be hotter if you joined?" he teased whilst wiggling his brows puckering his lips towards you making you annoyed and questioning why the two of you were even friends-the number of times you rolled your eyes, you swore they could fall out any moment now.

"donghyuck shu-"

"okay okay, i'll do it.. but we watch it together, i wanna see your face when i prove you wrong."

"okay deal."

"maybe you can give me a treat after.. since you hurt my feelings.." he pouted making you throw a pillow at his face with force, knocking the male off your bed and earning laughter from your end at the scene you caused.

it was towards the end of the video, the view of the girl's ass coming in view of the camera as his slender fingers ran down her cheek, giving it another hard slap decorating her skin in a deep red watching it jiggle with her squealing. your focus was given to the video playing intensely, jolting slightly as his hand would impact on her ass ringing through the speakers of his laptop— she was whining at the sensitivity as she arched her back to push her ass closer to hyuck, earning a chuckle before smacking it one last time with a louder moan escaping her.

you felt your palms become sweaty and your heart race as he shifted to place the camera down to get a view of the scene facing towards the both of them, completely distressed. you were already on edge since the beginning and since it's already been a week since you and hyuck had this conversation you genuinely forgot about the whole deal, now spending your thursday night watching your friend fuck some girl's brain out seeing how big his “praised dick” was.. you were going mad trying to look unfazed by everything you've seen tonight, never in a million years did you think you'd see your friend's sex tape by your simple request that you half joked about- you swore you were sweating buckets.

he smirked at the camera making his way back to the girl who was still positioned on the bed, flipping her over on her back and dragging her down lower to have her pussy become face to-face with him— biting his lip as he stared at her glistening cunt, eager enough to part his mouth to stick his tongue out.

"she was so fucking wet.."

hyuck taunted into your ear as you stared at the scene of him eating the girl out, her back arching and her chest heaving as her hands reached to squeeze her boobs for support. he looked over to you as he was taking in your body language, smirking as he watch your hands slowly balling up against your exposed thighs that trembled slightly. he couldn't help his perverted thinking, could you be wet? turned on? wondering what it would feel like to have him do this to you?

"f-fuck!" the lewd moaning and sounds of sucking snapped hyuck from his thoughts regaining his composure and clearing his throat he proceed with watching alongside you, mentally praising himself at how good he was doing and mostly how good he looked while doing it a cocky gemini.

"gonna cum for me?"

your eyes boring into the laptop feeling as if you were watching a show, catching yourself from interacting with the screen.. but something about his words made your stomach twist and cheeks to flush as if he was speaking directly to you; after seeing the male in a new light you felt dizzy almost immediately.

"gonna cum so hard around my fingers.."

he groaned as his fingers slipped in and out of her at ease watching how his arm moved back and forth picking up speed and making her tremble with profanities slipping out of her. "s-shit haechan!"

"i'm gonna go get some water.."

"wait you're gonna miss the best part!"

he dragged you back down to your seat as his pumping increased with her body shaking uncontrollably, thrashing around he held her down with his free arm to keep her from pushing away from him the anticipation growing inside of you as hyuck kept his arm linked with yours with his childlike smile plastered on his face. "watch this."

he whispered as her body went still and muscles flexed, her moans falling silent with the sounds of hyuck fingering her intensely, the lewd noises making you clench your thighs together before the loud sound of liquid squirting out of the girl could be heard. screams of pleasure and pleads for hyuck not to stop in her shaky state with the male on the ther hand assisting her high; liquid gushing out of her. all over him.

"y-you make them all do that?" you muttered somewhat fascinated by the fact that

he could have them squirt faucets, drenching the bed below them, drenching his upper body you just knew it felt amazing. "yeah, you'd be surprised how many of them say they've never squirted or even think they could ever squirt.." he laughed as the video finally came to an end, you stared at the laptop and the video's thumbnail as hyuck let out a sigh reaching to close the laptop and push it to the side.

"so? what do you think? i own up to my label huh?"

he smirked as you both looked at each other, deciding to tease the male even further you didn't want to give him the satisfaction of it yet. "eh, i've seen better.." you shrugged standing up to walk away from your bed before getting dragged down to hyucks level in a blink of an eye- he wasn't pleased and by the looks of it, he looked pissed by your choice of words.. irritated even. showing off some of his best work in a 10-minute video just to get an "i've seen better" in response, he was fuming.

"yeah? you've seen better?" he scoffed making your cheeks flustered realizing how he had you straddling his lap, your bodies dangerously close together, skirt riding up your thighs exposing more and more of your skin. "your bluffing.. no one's better than me" he taunted taking in your tense features, how rosy your cheeks became and how intimated you looked at the male your throat wanting to slip a whimper out in defeat so badly fuck you lee donghyuck. "why so shy baby?"

he snickered as you gulped, seeing with your own eyes what the man was capable of your mind flooded with ideas and you can tell he was thinking the same the male who treated you like his prey, ready to devour.

"listen ____.. i don't know how you feel but to keep it real with you... i really, really wanna fuck you right now."

he was blunt with his words almost too casual with how he came across. his words sliding off of his tongue at ease as he brushed your stray hairs away from your face, the other hand placed on your hip to keep you in place. you'd be lying if you told him you weren't down to fuck, the video images playing through your head over and over again you could feel yourself growing wet by the lewd noises staining your hearing like permanent ink.

"if you don't want to it's okay i'm so-"

"can you do what you did to that girl.. to me?"

you whispered making him smile in satisfaction, moving his hand lower to squeeze your ass with you slipping a soft moan at the tight engulfing on your ass. "of course i can." he said in a 'duh' like tone making you punch his arm playfully as the two of you shared a giggle.

you feeling bold enough to cup his cheeks and connect your lips- though it wasn't the first time you two kissed, it had been a while. you asked him a few years ago how to properly make out with someone since he was the more experienced out of anyone you knew in your sophomore year, he taught you how to french kiss using a lot of tongue hoping you'd enjoy it so much you'd keep asking for more- you did but around that time you ended up landing your first relationship and shared your new knowledge with another male constantly before you broke up and that made hyuck furious, even though he had taught you, you went and gave another man besides him the honors of kissing you every day.

you two grew up and hyuck still held onto that grudge, wondering if you still do what he had taught you.. and by the looks of it, you do. he always imagined what it would be like kissing you now that the two of you are more mature with more experience; kissing him felt normal and comfortable. it had to be one of your favorite things about him that he was a terrific kisser still using tongue, swirling them around making the scene so dirty- you missed this and you always remembered how he was on your top 3 for favorite kissers list, maybe that 'favorite" will change tonight. he guided your body onto him, grinding down crotch to crotch, slipping grunts and groans at the friction. slipping his tongue in your wet cavern you let out choked moans gripping the back of his hair.

he snaked his hand under your skirt feeling nothing but your flimsy underwear, he pushed your skirt up to lay above your hips as he fondled your ass cheeks, squeezing and slapping them forcefully.

"hyuck..” only you get to call him by this, only you made it seem so fucking hot.

"get on your knees baby.." he mumbled on your lips making you obey instantly sliding off his body with a wet patch coating his

light-washed jeans, he snickered at the sight making your cheeks flush even darker in embarrassment. "don't be embarrassed baby, so fucking wet.. all for me.." he bit his lip, caressing your cheek making you feel small below him. "plus they're coming off anyways." he reached for your hands bringing them up to his belt to undo it for him, leaving you to get the hint he watched as your shaky hands undid the buckle revealing his jean button that you unbuttoned quickly along with unzipping his zipper. he assisted in pulling his pants and boxers down revealing his rock hard dick, tip semi wet as he twitched to produce more precum.

"don't you think you should make me feel better after hurting my feelings, princess?" you nodded vigorously as he chuckled at your eagerness. "good girl, suck my dick baby."

not needing to be told twice your hand reached to grab the base of his cock, sliding your tongue around the tip to taste the saltiness of him earning a groan from the korean. you licked up the base to the tip before collecting your saliva in your mouth to spit on it for a better glide. whilst pumping you placed him back in your mouth, licking between his slit and around his sensitive tip before trying your hardest to deep-throat him. fondling his balls, his breathy outtakes and groaning filling in the atmosphere reaching to place his hand over your head gently as his fingers laced through your locks following your motions.

throat clenching around his stiffened cock as you gagged and choked around him with saliva dripping down to your chin your eyes clouding with tears, loving the taste of him on your tongue, and the stretch in your throat going straight to your pooling core. clenching around nothing and soaking your panties, pussy aching to be touched or for any sort of friction. pumping what you couldn't fit in your mouth your other hand reaching down to circle your clit to reduce the aching, moaning around his shaft, and feeling his thighs flex seconds at a time.

"f-fuck baby just like that.." he whimpered using force to guide your head up and down his cock, gagging and moaning pathetically.

"ah fuck let go.."

you did as told as he pumped his dick vigorously directly in your face, keeping your face in place with his free hand panting and whimpering as he felt himself growing closer and closer to his well-awaited orgasm.

"fuck gonna cum.." he whined taking the hint you opened your mouth letting your tongue fall out to (try) and catch as much as you can of what was about to come out of the boy. "fuck so hot.. so h-hot.." he hissed as the white ropes of cum splattered on your face, flinching backward slightly as the warm semen dripped down your nose and chin to your neck and shirt. panting like he ran a mile pumping himself steadily and milking himself dry, you swallowed whatever shot in your mouth licking your lips and corners of your lips making him groan.

"a slut for cum huh?"

"just yours.."

your voice was hoarse due to the previous activities, coated in saliva, cum and tears- makeup ruined along with your shirt he couldn't help but bite his lip at your fucked out persona. "you're so hot.." he let out a dry chuckle resulting in you blushing. "take this off yeah?" he referred to your drenched shirt making you look down at it before looking up at him with a smirk. "take it off for me." he scoffed at your response, patting his thighs to signal you to sit on them which of course you did. crawling up his legs like a cat desperate for attention, eyes locked together with your face painted with cum as if he owned you; in this case, it felt like he did.

"lift your arms baby.." gripping on the ends of your baby tee, he lifted it above your head letting your exposed breast hang out; he knew how much you were against bras due to how much the wires bugged you leaving you to feel uncomfortable so it wasn't a shock... though he has seen your boobs plenty of times, he still can't get enough of them.

"wanna fuck you so bad.." he whined lifting your skirt and repeating the same actions from before— skirt resting around your waist hand squeezing your ass. his free hand groping your tit as he began to suck on your neck, a mission to mark you up for the world to see that he had finally got you maybe even wants to keep you.

"hyuck.." and again

you whined like a child grinding down on his thigh.

"please.. i need you.." you whimpered as you circled your crotch around his thigh, didn't do as much justice as you wished but you were hoping he wouldn't leave you hanging for too long; thank god he didn't. "ride me, and after this i'll take such good care of you.." he mumbled into your neck. "treat you like a princess.. my princess.." he groaned as he reached to pull your underwear to the side, welcomed by your wetness he couldn't wait to make a mess out of you. "so wet.. i made you this wet? and you kept saying you didn't wanna fuck me.." and yet he still had time to make jokes, typical hyuck. "s-shut up."

you gasped feeling his fingers circle your swollen bud, jolting at the feeling that shot through your body like a firework-it felt amazing. the smirk on his face as he watched you gasp and bite your lip aggressively circling your clit slowly.

"c'mon baby, ride me." he taunted with a smile making you whine, trying your hardest to reach for his now harden dick to line him up with your drenched hole. he teased you further as he sped up his motions making you tense up and fall forward onto the male who had the audacity to chuckle at your reaction. "so mean.."

you whined into his chest as your chest heaved, regaining all the strength you had left in you to sit down on his dick. slowly inserting him into you, the unfamiliar stretch making your grip tighten against his shirt with your face making a slightly uncomfortable expression going noticed by the male. "i'm sorry i should've— fuck, i should've prepped you.." you shook your head in all honesty loving the stretch of him; feeling him glide down your walls with the help of your essence making it easier for the both of you.

"touch me hyuck.." you whimpered breathlessly, fuck you were gonna be the death of him. sliding down lower as you found yourself taking him all in. he didn't hesitate to circle your clit again as you moaned towards the ceiling, eyes shut tightly as you began to move at a comfortable pace before gaining enough strength to speed up the motion.

the lewd squelching noises on top of the throaty yet high-pitched moans coming from hyuck and the incoherent blabbering and hisses coming from you; at this moment it felt like angels were singing above you, clouds parting ways to shine a light down on the two of you, serenading soft beautiful tunes- sex with hyuck felt like heaven. "don't stop.."

you cried placing your arms on the back of you to rest on his knees for more support. he enjoyed this new feeling of being inside you, almost something he could've never imagined- his fantasies proving him dead wrong, they couldn't have topped how good you've been making him feel.. he swore he could get used to this. "g-gonna c-cum!"

"cum on my cock baby, make a mess on me..

wanna feel you cum on me.." he panted with his climax being close behind, falling into pure bliss of the delicious feeling you both couldn't pull it together.

everything was more than what you could ever imagine it being. shaking and thighs trembling your mind clearing of any thoughts as the sounds of angelic music filled your soul, growing louder and louder as you released all over his cock. a loud moan escaping you as you panted heavily, his cum painting your inner walls making you hum in satisfaction as you bounced mid-pace to ride out your highs before coming to a genuine halt.

"full.." you whispered as he sheepishly smiled at you. "gonna take good care of you like i promised princess.. gonna take it all like the good girl you are?”

he whispered back eyeing your lips before looking up into your mascara-stained eyes, looking so pretty after you cry. "y-yes hyuckie." you nodded as he placed a chaste kiss on your lips before flipping the two of you over, pulling out of you slowly which made you whine at the emptiness. "m'make you feel so good princess i promise.." "i know hyuckie.." you giggled as he gently began undressing your now bare bottom, your glistening cunt painted with his cum drove him through the roof- taking a mental picture of your perfect pussy with his essence for those late nights.

"fuck.. such a cute little cunt.."

kissing and nibbling on your inner sensitive thighs making them tremble slightly as he reached lower and lower to now only to be faced with your core. he licked his lips as he locked eyes with you before licking a long stripe from your hole to your clit. jolting in sensitivity he decided to take your engorged clit head-on. thrashing around slightly as the images from the video earlier started to cloud your mind, subconsciously mimicking the girl by grabbing onto your boobs for support and arching forward to chase for more of that incredible feeling.

"taste so good princess.." he groaned into your pussy, using his two fingers to push your pussy lips aside for more access to your clit. "h-hyuck!"

your throaty grunts coming out louder than expected, your freehand reaching to place on the top of his head; tugging at his scalp making him groan. he subsided the spread of his two fingers to now inserting them inside of you at ease. you sunk into the pleasurable movements he made on you, already feeling the familiar knot in your stomach arising and ready to explode in you.

"p-please please please.." you cried feeling your orgasm rushing through you quickly, grinding down on his tongue as he scissored you open at such a quick pace, reaching places you couldn't, curling them at just the right degree and hitting all the right spots— maybe he does hold his precious little title after all.

"cum baby, lemme taste you.." his simple words had you falling into a pit of pleasure, cumming harder than you ever had before making your stomach and thighs tense before turning into a sensitive shaking mess. "f-fuck!" you cried with both hands now gripping on your bedsheets for your dear life as he worked your pussy like magic. clenching your thighs around his head as he never came to a halt, fingers pumping in and out of you with his tongue licking at your clit at a brief movement.

"hyuck hyuck hyuck.." fuck fuck fuck

you spoke his name like a mantra, feeling your stomach twist and body jolting with electricity as if someone had put a defibrillator on you. "so good princess.. so good." and unfamiliar feeling erupted in you, the same feeling you had got when you would accidentally overstimulate yourself before you would stop due to the overwhelming feeling— it felt like an all-time high as he worked you up faster, pumping into you harder and deeper with his a-1 tongue game circling your bud beautifully.

"o-oh my god.."

you gasped letting whatever was pushing to come out of you out; ears ringing and eyes shut tight you couldn't hear how loud you were let alone the gushing sounds of your juices squirting out of you. hyuck continued his work until he knew you were fully satisfied; you felt numb and completely worn out, squirting as much as you could let you out before pushing hyuck away to signify you were truly done with his work.

"well.. now you can't tell me i'm not the school's sex god.."

he wiped his drenched face off with the ends of his shirt before completely taking it off and tossing it to the side with the pile of your scattered clothes. you lazily opened your eyes as he flopped down next to you, giggling as he pulled you into his embrace. "maybe you should prove it to me at least one more time.."

"god you're so obsessed with me!"

Order of Sephy-influenced Cloud x Curvy Fem!Reader coming up! Features Sephiroth/Reader.

Content Warning: Some physical/emotional abuse. Slight noncon. Yandere Cloud.