This man may be a perfectionist, but he loves it when it gets messy. When he sees that white ring form around his cock, your cum drips to his balls. He goes crazy. He doesnât hold back, picking up his pace and watching you fall apart under him.
He is very handsy. He always has to be touching you. Squeezing your waist, holding your hips, your legs, anything. His hands never leave you.
Absolutely pussy drunk. He doesnât care if he doesnât get to cum, or even undress. Your pleasure is his biggest priority. He could spend hours between your legs just wanting to hear those pretty sounds coming from your lips. Heâd make you cum multiple times, not even pulling up for a break. Heâd only stop if you pushed him away physically, too overstimulated.
This man is HUNG. 7 inches soft, 9 inches when hard. Itâs uncut and girthy. When you guys first started getting more intimate, it took a bit for him to fully fit in with you. But when he did, you saw stars.
Rarely subs. Heâd most likely have been in his earlier eras, but after that, he is dominant. He never wants you working hard during your lovemaking. He does all the work. You lie there and look pretty for him. He isnât aggressive; he doesnât like any type of form of hitting or pain to your precious self. His closest form is subbing if heâs too tired, but you still need him. Heâd lie back, letting you use his cock. But heâd definitely be thrusting up, still doing the majority of the work.
He loves making you a complete mess on his cock. Hearing you only be able to whine and moan while mumbling nonsense. He knows heâs big, and he takes pride in it.
Specific kinks
Creampies âą he loves filling you up. He can go at it many times, so his cum ends up leaking out the majority of the time. The sight always amazes him. You filled up to the brim with his cum, showing his possession over you. It also fills his small breeding kink.
Size âą as stated before, this man is hung and big. When you guys first started making love, he loved that he couldnât fit it in. How much youâd try and push your hips back to push more inches in, but you couldnât. The small tears rolling down your cheeks from how much just his tip fills you up. He lived for it. He loves watching you go dumb on his cock and even his fingers. The feeling of you being stretched out by him makes him cum quicker than anything.
Exhibition âą Itâs known how much Michael loves filming things and taking photos with his camera. You both have many âfilmsâ together that he keeps to look back on, especially when he has to be away from you. Whenever you get a new set of lingerie (he obviously bought), heâd take pictures of you on the bed as you model for him. He secretly has a fantasy of someone finding them. But heâd never admit that.
Praise âą Heâs always praising you. He needs you to know how good you take him. Heâd always whisper with each thrust, âdoing so wellâ, âyou look so pretty spread like this fâme, âyouâre so perfectâ. He compliments you a lot in general, so he has to do the same in bed.
Spit âą receiving and giving. He does it a lot to tease you. One time, he had invited you to the studio. Quincey and they were all there. Michael pulled you aside in a dark corner while producers were 5 feet away. He tipped your head back and slowly spit in your mouth, watching as you swallowed. He grinned, seeing how flustered you got. âGood girlâ, he squeezed your hips and walked back to the booth, leaving you hot and bothered. But youâd always get him back after.
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HIII I love your work!! can you make bimbo!fem! reader x mature!michael headcannons? I LOVE the idea of michael spoiling the shit out of his girl
hii pooks, thank u sm :DD
i can try đđ
this is my first time ever doing headcanons so pls bear w/ me and i apologize in advance
mature!michael x bimbo!fem! reader
â⥠mature!michael who loves it when you wear your short little skirts, prancing around him when the two of you go out. naturally, heâs very possessive, so his hand is always resting on your hip or the small of your back. every now and then, heâll gently tug the hem of your skirt to keep you from flashing everyone. he loves having any excuse to keep his hands on you.
â⥠mature!michael who refuses to have you sit anywhere but his lap. heâll happily let you talk his ear off for hours just because he loves hearing you talk about anything. heâll sit there while you tell him about your day, the cute things you bought (all on his card, ofc), or the latest gossip youâve heard. half the time heâs replying with a distracted âoh yeah?â or âis that right?â because heâs too busy peppering kisses along your cheek, your shoulder, your jawline, or wherever else he can reach.
â⥠bimbo!reader who absolutely melts whenever michael praises you or uses certain pet names. heâll call you pretty, beautiful, sweetheart, angel, or his sweet girl and suddenly your head gets all fuzzy. youâll be in the middle of a conversation and completely lose your train of thought the second he says it. michael catches on pretty quickly, so he starts doing it on purpose.
â⥠mature!michael who loves watching you get ready for bed. youâll be standing in front of your vanity in your short little pink nightdress, just locked in on your skincare routine while heâs sitting on the bed watching you. he swears up and down that heâs a gentleman, but every time you glance up, youâll catch him practically eye-fucking you through the mirror. he thinks youâre the prettiest thing heâs ever seen.
â⥠mature!michael who always notices when youâve gotten something new. whether itâs your nails, your hair, a new outfit, perfume, or lingerie, heâll make you do a whole try-on haul for him, sitting back and watching while you model everything you bought. half the time, you canât even get through all the outfits because he just canât get over how good you look. before you know it, he's pulling you down onto his lap and fucking you right then and there.
â⥠mature!michael who books out entire stores whenever you go shopping together, just so you can shop in peace. sometimes youâll step out of the fitting room in a skimpy little outfit, and he wonât even be able to wait until you get home. heâll follow you right back inside and bend you over against the mirror.
â⥠mature!michael who loooves dressing you up. he'll spend forever with you in your closet, pulling dresses off hangers and holding them up against you while deciding which one he likes best. he'll fix the straps on your shoulders and make you do a little spin for him. sometimes you'll end up trying on ten different outfits because he keeps changing his mind. he loves seeing you all dressed up.Â
â⥠mature!michael who never makes you ask for anything twice. mention that you like something once and it'll end up in your hands a day later. sometimes you don't even have to ask. he'll catch you eyeing something for a little too long, and suddenly it's yours before you even get a chance to realize you want it.
â⥠mature!michael who loves when you get your nails done. he'll take your hand into his, turning it over to admire them and looking at them up close. but one of his favorite views has to be the way your hands look when theyâre wrapped tightly around his dick.
â⥠mature!michael whoâs the exact same way with your lipstick and lip gloss. your lip combo never stays intact throughout the day. it'll always get smudged all over his lips... or his dick. he loves the mess he makes out of you.
â⥠bimbo!reader who lowkey has an oral fixation. he finds it so endearing how much you love having his fingers in your mouth. whenever the two of you go out, heâll buy you lollipops just to keep you satisfied until you get back home and he can finally give you the real thing (iykwim :p)
â⥠mature!michael who will eat you out while making you talk about your day. youâll be in absolute pleasure while heâs tongue-fucking you so good, leaving you hiccuping and breathlessly trying to keep up with your sentences. heâll teasingly threaten to stop if you get quiet, but eventually, youâll both get so wrapped up in the pleasure that heâll just give it to you no matter what. the noises you make are music to his ears anyway.
michael jackson x f!reader ââââŕ¨ŕ§ââââ ⥠wc: 2.3k
synopsis: you can't seem to get yourself off while michael's away on tour. so when he finally comes home, he decides to teach you himself (w/ the help of a mirror and a v hands-on lesson :p)
cw: smut, fingering (f!receiving), mirror sex (?), squirting, praise kink, teasing, size kink (lil tiny bit), dirty talk, hand kink, guided masturbation, established relationship, soft dom!michael, kinda nasty (oopsies)
the drapes of michaelâs bedroom were drawn tight, sealing out the bright afternoon sun and leaving the space wrapped in a warm glow.
michael was finally home.
for months, he had belonged to the world, traveling from city to city, living out of hotel rooms that all blurred together, and spending night after night giving everything to the blinding stadium lights.
and for months, you had been left with nothing but long-distance phone calls.Â
you had lost count of how many nights you spent curled up in bed with the receiver pressed tightly against your ear, listening to his soft, rhythmic breathing long after the conversation had run out of words.
you missed him with a desperation that physically ached â and unfortunately, he had found out exactly how much a few nights ago.
it had happened sometime after midnight.
you were exhausted, half-asleep, and michael had been teasing you in that low, sleepy murmur of his.
before your defenses could catch up, you had admitted it.
you confessed that youâd tried getting yourself off while he was away, but it never worked.
it didn't feel the way his hands did.
without him there, you couldn't get yourself over the edge, and every single attempt while he was away had left you burning and frustrated.
michael let out a soft, breathless laugh.
"yeah?" he had murmured, his voice dropping lower, sending a shiver straight down your spine. "poor thing..." his voice softened. "i miss you so much. i hate bein' away from you."
you could hear the smile in his voice when he spoke again.
âtell you what⌠iâll just have to teach you when i get home.â
by the time the call ended, the tone for his return had been set.
which was exactly how you ended up here.
you were sitting on the floor right between his legs, positioned directly in front of the full-length mirror across from his bed. your shorts and panties were gone, leaving you completely exposed to the reflective glass.
your back rested flush against his chest while his long legs stretched around either side of you, keeping your thighs spread wide so you couldn't close them if you tried. one of his arms was looped loosely around your waist, keeping you tucked securely against the heavy, throbbing hardness straining against his pants.Â
with only a skimpy pink tank top on, michael had you blushing and writhing in front of the mirror without even laying a finger on you yet.Â
you felt so exposed, so vulnerable, your chest rising and falling rapidly under the thin cotton of your top.
"mm, look at you." he caught his lower lip between his teeth, shaking his head slightly. "so pretty fâme," he murmured, his head tilted down so he could speak right against your ear.
heat rushed to your face. you turned your head away from the mirror, burying the side of your face against his chest instead.
you couldn't bear to look at your own reflection while michael sat behind you, whispering things like that into your ear.Â
"c'mon, be a good girl 'n look for me." one of the hands around your waist slid up your chest to grab ahold of your chin, turning it gently to bring your eyes back to the mirror. his other hand tickled at the skin below your navel, sending waves of goosebumps.
"'s embarrassing," you whined, your gaze drifting down to the plush carpet below you.
michael pressed a gentle, lingering kiss to your hair. "no 's not, sweet girl. 's to help teach you." his fingers trailed lower, the heat of his palm brushing your bare thighs.
"that's all y'gotta do. just watch."
in the reflection of the glass, your eyes were drawn to the sight of his hand against your body.
michaelâs hands alone stirred something inside of you.
the sheer size of them made your stomach flip with a heavy, restless ache. his palms were broad, and his fingers were long and slender.
as his hand hovered over your center, you could see the faint lines of his knuckles and the subtle swell of the veins tracing down the back of his hand.
they were large enough to completely span your hip, yet precise enough to know exactly how to ruin you.
the hand against your stomach slid a little lower, teasing just above your clit. "'m not always gonna be here to do it for you."
you knew that. you knew that michael wouldn't always be around to take care of you like this. not with the second leg of the tour right around the corner.Â
so, you let your eyes skim over the floor, slowly inching up the glass of the mirror.
"that's my girl," he whispered, his voice soft against your ear. "if you take your eyes off yourself... i'll stop."
you were both aching with anticipation.
every nerve in your body felt wound tight. the promise hanging between you, the warmth of his body at your back, the sound of his voice against your ear â it all left you so worked up.
you wanted him to finger you the way you needed until you were cumming around his fingers.Â
you needed that release from him so badly.Â
and michael was desperate to have you squirming in his grasp, choking out moans for him as you gushed all over his fingers.
his fingers brushed over your clit softly, circling it slowly.
he could hear your breath hitch, your much smaller hands coming to the forearm that still had a hold on your chin.
you were so sensitive, all fidgety in front of him, your body growing even hotter at his touch.
"mikeyâ" you spoke no louder than a whisper, just enough for him to hear you.
he let his hand slip from your chin, his fingers sliding smoothly down to the bottom hem of your pink top, his palm cupping the soft underside of your right breast. you jerked a little at the sensation, your nipple instantly hardening under his palm.
"this okay, sweet girl?" he murmured. his low voice brushing so close that you can feel the slight curve of a smirk against your ear.
you nodded quickly, your chest heaving as you bit your bottom lip between your teeth to stifle a desperate whine.
but with his hand off your chin, your head dropped forward, your eyes instantly darting downward to watch his other hand hovering over your thighs.
"head, baby," he said softly, his tone was gentle but left no room for argument.
you lifted your head, your cheek brushing against his jaw as you rested back on his shoulder. his hair tickled your cheek as you settled against him.
in the reflection, you watched his fingers slide down past your navel, dipping right into the slick arousal gathered between your thighs.
"look how wet you are,â he chuckled, sliding the tips of his fingers through your heat, spreading the slick moisture. his bottom lip caught briefly between his teeth before a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "this all for me?â
his words made your face and neck grow warm, crinkling your nose, your legs attempting to close. but his own legs were in the way, keeping them pinned wide open.
"michael, this is humiliating," you muttered, pressing yourself farther back against his chest like you were trying to escape.
you werenât.
and you knew that.
you were too riled up.
too desperate for him to fill you.
"take a lick, sweetheart," he teased, bringing his hand away from your heat and up to your face.
you tucked your head into the crook of his neck, your eyes flicking toward his hand for just a second. in the dim light, you could see the creamy, glistening slick coating his fingertips.Â
when you finally forced your eyes upward to meet his in the mirror, your eyes were wide and dazed.
"be a good girl 'n get my fingers nice 'n wet for you," he mumbled, a tender smile playing on his lips as he looked down at you with heavy, dark eyes.
wrapping both of your hands around his wrist, you guided his fingers toward your mouth. your tongue brushed against them before you drew them in, tasting the faint trace of yourself still lingering on his skin.
you let them rest there for a moment, coating them with your saliva while his gaze stayed fixed on you. when he finally told you to open your mouth, you obeyed without hesitation. he carefully pulled his fingers free, a thin strand of saliva stretched between them and your tongue before finally breaking.Â
the spit dripped off his fingers, trailing down your stomach before his hand found its way back between your thighs. his fingertips were still warm from your mouth, damp as they brushed teasingly against your entrance.
michael felt your pussy flutter against his fingertips.
"god, babyâ" he muttered, beginning to tease his middle finger inside, "look at that."
"see how pretty she is? squeezin' me like that?"
your hands returned to his forearm, digging your blunt nails into the skin as his hand palmed heavily at your breast.
"please, please," you mewled, your breath catching sharply in your throat as the slick tips of his fingers parted your entrance.Â
your voice was all shaky as he nudged his way inside. he eased in just a little more, letting you feel the stretch until he was two full knuckles deep.Â
you were so tight around him, your walls clamping down on his fingers like a vice. every shift of his hand sent a jolt straight through you, causing your body to pulse helplessly around his fingers.Â
"shit, 'can feel you, sweetheart," he gasped out, his breath stuttering against your ear.Â
once he slid his finger all the way to the hilt, he kept his hand still for a moment, letting your body adjust to the thick stretch of him.Â
with agonizingly gentle precision, he hooked his finger upward, curling it slightly against your gummy walls and pressing it right against your sweet spot.Â
the sudden pressure hit you like a wave, making you let out a high, broken whimper as your head shook back and forth against his shoulder.Â
"michael," you whimpered, your legs beginning to tremble where they were hooked over his own.
it was pathetic.
he was only a finger deep inside you, yet you were falling apart, crumbling into a shaking mess right in his arms.
the hand cupping your breast glided upwards, his fingers grazing lightly over your raised nipple right through the thin fabric of your top.
the hit of pleasure sent your head falling back against his collarbone. your back arched off the floor into his touch, your ass grinding back ruthlessly against the rigid length of his hard cock.
"need more, please," you begged with a breathy moan.
any lingering thought of watching the mirror or trying to memorize his movements for later completely evaporated from your mind.
it didnât matter anymore.
you knew that never, ever, would you be able to replicate the pleasure he was making you feel right now.
he slowly drew his finger out of you, making you cry out from the friction, before sliding it right back in easily.
you were sucking him back in, begging for more.
he started with languid pumps of a single finger, murmuring dirty, breathless praises against your ear as you trembled and shook in his arms.Â
a delicious heat coiled in your stomach at an intensity youâd never felt before.
every moment had you wound up so tight. he had you on such an edge that you truly thought you would explode.
and as he pulled back out once more, he returned with another finger.
"oh my god." you gasped, your legs clamping tightly around his own.
michael could feel your stomach tense up as he filled you even more. he could feel your breathing grow ragged and the volume of your cries become careless.
every push of his knuckles against you was sloppy and loud. you were gushing around him, slick running down his long fingers to coat his knuckles and wrist.
"makin' such a mess," he teased. "youâre close, arenât you, sweet thing?" his lips brushed against the damp skin of your neck, his breath warm against you.
"michael! iâiâmâ" your mouth fell open as your legs kicked helplessly over his thighs.
his fingers pressed deeper, curling into a spot that made you gasp out a frantic, ây-yeahââ
he adjusted his angle, pressing harder into your sweet spot until it drew a sudden burst of wetness right out of you. your walls clamped down around his fingers, his cock pulsing against you in response. he kept working that exact spot, pumping another burst out of you as he groaned against your neck.
"right there?" he murmured. "right there makes you squirt? i know it feels good right there, baby." he didn't let up, his voice soft against your ear as your thighs shook.
"uh huh...yeah?" he coaxed. "yeah, that's it. cum fâme," he murmured.
the hand on your breast slid higher beneath the hem of your top to grab your chin, gently turning your face toward him.
before you could think, he was kissing you, deep and sloppy, swallowing every sound that escaped you.
it was overwhelming.
the coil inside you finally gave way, crashing through you all at once as you gushed all over his fingers and hand.
the sudden rush of fluid soaked his fingers and stained the carpet beneath you. you moaned into his mouth as he kissed you. your body spasmed in his arms, your ass grinding up against him helplessly as he rode through his own orgasm.
just from watching you, watching how your pretty little pussy squeezed his fingers and leaked all over his hand, michael let out a deep, strangled groan into the kiss. his body locked up behind yours as he came in thick, hot spurts, soaking through his underwear as his own climax hit him.
in which thrillerera!michael and fem!celeb!reader get a little carried away in the backseat of michael's new ride .á
content warnings - switch!mikey, smut ,f oral p in v, shit pacing, as it is 3am. mike being desperate asf srry
long fic warning! wc - 2.3k sheesh
established relationship!! porn with like half a plot
authors note - hi! im totally not scared to upload my first fic omg haha why would you ever suggest that...! what stage of grief is this đŤŞ, also sorry if the smut is lackluster, this was my first time ever writing it.
michael's foot tapped impatiently (nervously), against the cobblestone porch.
he'd been waiting for you, for far to long at this point. the sun was already dipping into the horizon, casting a heavenly peach over the multistory house michael was nearly ready to break into, in anticipation.
he raised his closed fist once again, right before his knuckles made contact with the wooden door, it suddenly opened.
you stood there, head tilting slightly at the sight of the tall man. michaelâs heart skipped a beat, It was evident that hed drawn you from whatever relaxation youd finally managed to find, by the state of you. he'd seen many beautiful girls in his day, but there was something effortless about you, eyes he could never say no toâcurtained by lashes, nearly fawn like in his mind. soft lips he was sure hed be the first and last to kiss, the gentle glow of the light behind you hugged your curves; taunting him to trace his gaze down the nightgown adorned on your frame.Â
you are desire personified.Â
"michael? i thought we were meeting up tomorrow?." you say with soft inquire, rubbing the sleep that lingered on your eyes.
michael's outstretched hand awkwardly lingered before dropping to his side, then reaching up to scratch his neck. he let out a breathy giggle, looking away briefly before speaking.
"i know, i knowâbut you know how long its been since ive been to see you? with all your shoots? speaking of which, i got an early copy of your vogue cover, maybe it was worth the wait.â he mumbled, small nervous smile, though you two had been together long enough, you made him feel like a giddy, juvenile fan; which he couldnt deny he wasnt.
your small smile stretches to a grin as you shake your head at his words. âhowd you even get that? theyve barely began manufacturing?âÂ
The man shrugs âim desperate enough.â
You let out a genuine laugh at that, which shoots straight south on michael, he felt a greedy satisfaction at being able to make you laugh like that.
âoh, i also forgot to mention, i bought a car today.â michael says simply, as if reciting the weather.Â
you blink onceâtwice, then speak. âim sorry, a car?âÂ
he shrugs.Â
you stare blankly for a breath before nodding slowly.
âi forget you are you sometimes.â
his smile is gentle, âi also drove it here, i wanted you to see it before anyone else, other than bill...and uhâpaparazziâ
your eyebrows raise in intrigue, âthats bold.â
he giggles softly nodding. âMaybe, but i have a sneaking suspicion youll think it is worth it.âÂ
you step past the threshold of the door, shutting it behind you swiftly, facing michael.
"well i wont hold you back any longer, where is it?" you say, looking past his broad frame, trying to steal a peak. which his figure doesnt allow
his features light up like a christmas tree, he prompts his hand, which you easily take.
he made it a step and a half before rambling about the features of said car, something about horsepower, milage, many things you dont have the interest in retaining, so instead you listen to his endearingly excited tone, his free hand expressing his words further as he leads you around the side of the house, to the guest driveway.
âmichael, you bought a fucking cadillac?â you gasped.
the car was undoubtedly impressive, it looked like it morphed straight out of '58. cherry red complimenting the body, flashy white lining the rims and top. your mouth agape slightly, as you broke away from michael's hand to take a closer look.Â
you walk to the passenger side, peering into the windows, white leather seats gleamed, a lighter red then the rest of the car encapsulated the dash. the cherry and vanilla swirled effortlessly through the entirety of the interior.
as you were preoccupied, micheal was focused on much different things. he swallowed thickly as his eyes directly tracing the curve of your ass, the nightgown hid very little to the imagination, it seemed to taunt him every time you bent further, blanketing the silky skin beneath.
his arms crossed over his body, as if attempting to shield himself from the lust sinking into his bones. gaze trailing up your arched spine, he nearly choked on the jagged air he tried to maintain. Those two weeks apart were fully catching up to him.
you turn suddenly, causing michael to snap his gaze down to the concrete beneath his shoes. your eyebrows furrow slightly.
"mikey?"
"yes, my dear?" he muttered under his breath weakly
"are you okay? did something happen?" you walked the short distance to him quickly, gently placing your hands on his biceps.
he finally meets your gaze, awkward smile drifting up his features, as he nods. He is now noticing the way your eyebrows upturn in worry, is the same look he entices when he is balls deep in you. great timing.
"yes, sorry--i was just distracted." his arms unfold, hands landing on your waist. "its unlocked,â he notions to the car with a nod. âthe uh, inside is bigger than it let's on." he nudges you gently, you linger slightly on the unease, but ultimately accept his answer with a nod.
his hand moves to the small of your back when you turn, he leads the both of you to the doors, he opens the passenger for you. you take extra caution when entering, worried even sitting on the seats would ruin them â this makes michael chuckle under his breath.
hes quickly at the driver's side, sliding in with ease. he glances to you, âbaby, youre not gonna make the car implode by getting comfortable.â he teases gently, which elicits a half pout from you. he cant help himself from letting his eyes drift to your glossy plump lips, he felt like a pure sinner imagining the things he wanted to do between them. when you looked down, poking softly at the button and nobs lining the dash, he took his time to notice the swell of your breasts. I mean who could blame him, when the cold dusk air caused your nipples to harden. he noted the lack of bra, before biting his lip slightly, looking away. His pants never felt more constricting.Â
"you like it?" his uneven voice suddenly filled the quiet car, you nod with a bright smile. " 's beautiful mikey, but don't you think its a little flashy for someone who wants to be under cover? what will your dad think about this? You know how he is with moneyâŚ" you inquire with a tilt of your head.
michael laughed shortly, shaking his head. "well I dunno, I thought yknow...with the album out and the success of thatâŚI should treat myself." he shrugged slightly, eyes catching your gaze. âplus a busted dodge dart could leave those gates and still be followed, hayvenhurst is never clear of wandering eyes.â the last part quieterÂ
you nod slowly, you guessed that made sense.
you suddenly break the short silence. "yknow, I haven't exactly 'treated' you for the album either..." your words were careful.
what michael had failed to note, was the reflection in the windows earlier was practically a mirror; you clocked his desperate gaze almost instantly. and it was certainly no secret with the tent in his pants he made no effort to conseal.Â
mikes breath quickened as the mood suddenly shifted. he was delayed to a awkwardly quick nod.Â
âand you know,â you say slower, leaning over ever so slightly to caress his thigh. âThe vogue shoot took so long, and that was so nerve rackingâŚâ your eyes drift slowly to his. His blood runs cold.
"well, um, I dont want you to feel like you have to d-" michael began, eyes shifting from your delicate touch, to your eyes rapidly.
you huffed, leaning over the console to quickly catch the man's lips. michael's brain short circuited, taking a second to late to match the kiss.
he was glad you took the initiative. yes, you had been intimate before, but you still made him so jittery; with the expectation to please you. your hand reached to lay against his jaw, as you moved together desperately. His hands flew to your sides, clawing to get you closer. he gained a bit of gull, his tongue found the entrance to your lips, desperate to get past you let him; not without a struggle of dominanceâwhich you ultimately won once he pulled away
a string of saliva lewdly connected you together, his breath fanned against your lips as he took a second to let his lungs catch up. "the backseatâits uh, nice." he winced slightly at his maladroit words.
you couldnt help the giggle that left your lips, "you're such a dork, mike." you say, teasingly. michaels face blossoms burgundy.
your eyes drag over his handsome features, before kissing his cheek briefly. You brace yourself on your knees, quickly moving to climb to the back seat. Michaels hand shoots up to aid you. In the maneuver, you made no attempt to hide the accentuation of your ass as you bent to reach the seat..
he swallowed as he shamelessly you watched over.
to say he was lost, was an understatement. He was sure he was in heaven. Your plush thighs squeezing his head, hands tangled in his hair as he got to devour you, completely. His tongue moved feverishly over your pearl, circling it, before slowly licking up your slit, where he pistoned two fingers in and out quickly, bending at every breach to assault the spongy spot inside of you. Your moans erupted throughout the small cabin, fingers grasping in a frenzy. long lost were your concerns of wrecking the freshly refurbished seats; as you arched deliciously into michaels face. He groaned into your puffy pussy, shivers rattled up your spine. âmissed thisâmissed you.â he mumbles, before continuing his attack on your sensitive bud.Â
âmâmikey!â your head threw back as he sucked. âoh michael!---please!--dont stop!â
his free hand gripped the flesh of your thigh, leaving an angry mark in its wake. you weren't able to form the words before you released. your back arched once more, chasing the crashing feeling, pornographic moan following suit, as your thighs trembled.
he lapped desperately, causing you to whine at the overwhelming sensation. âmikeyâ!âÂ
he pulled off, a shiteating grin finding his glistening lips. âsorry baby.â his hazy eyes met yours as he shamelessly sucked you off his fingers. You looked away quickly, flushed cheeks deepening.Â
He leaned up, gently but firmly moving your face to meet his, encapsulating you in a deep kiss, you tasted yourself on him. Whining below him he pulled away. âNeed moreâplease, michael.â if he didnt know better you nearly looks distressed. He moved his hands to his belt, quickly moving to kiss slowly down your esophagus, as the metal of his belt clinked, unbuckling, he quickly shoved the pants down, he didnt even bother sliding them off fully. he stroked himself once, then twice. your lustful gaze watching his hand, you adjusted on your elbows, reaching to replace his hand. his breath sputtered under your grasp, but he let you take over, dropping his hand to your waist.Â
you stroked slowly a few times, before finding his gaze. he looked heartbreakingly handsome above you, sweat gently glistening his forehead, damp curls cascading down. lips red and puffy. your pussy clenched around nothing as you looked back down to his cock; angry red tip wet with pre cum. you gently guided him forward, to your entrance.Â
he winced above you as his tip breached you, the stretch was noticeable as your eyebrows upturned. he gently took your hand wrapped around his cock, aiding you slightly quicker into you. you let out a broken moan once he bottomed out. he faltered slightly, having to readjust his arms caging you. his pace was antagonizingly slow, you gently started bucking your hips up, his cock slid in and out easily, coated with your slick. he stifled a grunt ad he lifted slightly, finding a better angle in the tight space. angling upward had him even more deep within you, his resolved cracked at the pathetic moan that left your lips. he quickly pushed all the way in.Â
his pace was brutal, the built up tension, distance, and time all came crashing through michael as he thrusted in and out of you. âyâyoure so deep!â you cried out, the car shook with every drag of his cock.Â
âyouâyou feel so good, baby, so tightâ imagined you like this for so long.â his eyes were squeezed shut as he fucked into you nearly primally. you clung to him, nails digging into the sweaty shirt sticking to his form. the ache of your small claws sent shivers down his spine as he went impossibly quicker.
you felt him twitch inside of you, you clenched tightly, causing his head to fly back. âpâplease, please keep doing that! babyâiâ youre gonna make me cum, please baby!â his pathetic groans, had the tightening band in your stomach coil tighter.Â
âcome in meâmichael, please!â you begged feverishly. his hips wretched fully forward, stilling as deep as he could reach, bending down next to your ear, your senses overwhelmed by him.. âmy pretty modelâmy pretty girl, yâgonna look so pretty carrying my babies.â he grunted out, small thrusts finding his hips as his seed released into you, with a broken whine. you came soon after. coil snapping violently, as your release washed over you euphorically.Â
michael pulled away enough to meet your gaze, gently shifting the locks of hair thatd fallen infront of your flushed features. he smiled warmly. âi think that was a good way to break in the new cadillac.âÂ
you grimaced quietly, unable to help your breathy giggle. âyoure a pervert.â
holy shit i pulled an all nighter to finish this bitch. please forgive the awkward transition to smut! as this was my first time writing it...smile.
anywho! hope you enjoyed this! and thank you to the people who waited!! ask or req anything else if youre interested! im now gonna try and figure out how to make a master list!! pray for me.
oh we need some more pervy bsf mike..like what he used to do before deflowering y/n
perv!bsf!mikey who, before reaching third base with you, would lift your shirt a little too high, to 'tickle' you (grope your cute waist) chuckling softly at your whiney protest when your pretty lacy bra would be exposed >âŠ<.á
perv!bsf!mikey who hugs you a little to tight to feel the swell of your tits on him
perv!bsf!mikey who asked you to rate his cock, but you cant leave him all hard and leaky! so he has you wrap your hands around him "where'd you learn to be this good? hm?"
perv!bsf!mikey who doesnt want to make a mess when he cums, so he has you stick your wet tongue out. resting his pretty brown tip on it, shooting cum down your throat.
perv!bsf!mikey who grinds his morning wood on your perky ass in the morning, whilst you sleep, after a sleepover.
perv!bsf!mikey who grips your waist a little to tightly when you're talking to jackie for far to long
perv!bsf!mikey who has told you that its completely normal for best friends to change infront of each other!!
perv!bsf!mikey who rubs your puffy pussy to 'practice' for his future girlfriend.
perv!bsf!mikey who knows you said 'no fingers' when getting you off, but how is he supposed to make you feel good!! muffling your protests with deep kisses, as he slides two fingers in your poor little pussy.
perv!bsf!mikey whos gonna get touched by me
a/n: sorry for the inactivity!! im on vacation yayayay, but michaels still HEAVY on my mind, enough that im deadass on my way to see it for a 3rd time rn, glad to see it's the same for you all still!! please make more reqs!! im here to service you all!! ok love you byebyebye
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Hi! Ok umm the cute fic I had in mind is thriller era michael x reader. The reader is friends with Michael, who is very affectionate towards her calling her baby, kisses etc. in his mind he believe they are dating since he treats her like his girl (had all theyâre firsts together) but reader just thinks heâs an affectionate friend. She ends up going on a date and he finds out and gets angry and confesses theyâre dating and sheâs shocked and confused and he describes his feelings of why he believes theyâre dating each other. Srry if it doesnât make any sense.
clueless | michael jackson
- summary: thriller!michael has been your best friend for years. when he discovers you have a date with some random guy, he tells you he's actually been your boyfriend this whole time. go figure, huh?
word count: 8k
warning: reader is oblivious. like so freaking oblivious. jealous!mike, mildly like very mildly possessive undertones, first kiss flashbacks, im really bad at writing kissing scenes holy cow, pretty rushed and short, woman's failed attempt at writing angst!
* no usage of y/n, michael refers to reader as 'baby' practically every sentence
author's note: Oh my god first of all, to YOUU, REQUESTER, I'm so terribly sorry for taking so so long. It's been a whole week. I'm so, so sorry, I promise I never intended to take this long!!! It's just I've been working and then bam, writer's block! Again, I'm so sorry and if this doesn't go the way you wanted it to, I'M SO SORRY. I love you so much for requesting, I'm really honoured because I absolutely love your idea and this type of trope but I sincerely apologise if I don't do it justice.
Secondly, this is straight up word vomit, guys. Also, I've been writing some scenes when I was fighting sleep, so not really proofread! Thank you lovelies.
+++ ignore the plot holes please <3 michael is silly and so is the reader, let's focus on that instead of realism, okay?? <3
+++ english isn't my first language!! and I'm not a professional writer by any means!! I hope you enjoy regardless, thank you so much!
Nights at Michaelâs are always different from the nights in your own home.
Everything is always calmer, more gentle. The warmth of his home hugs you more than yours ever do, strangely enough.Â
Letting out a heavy sigh, you sink further into the comfortable sheets of Michael's bed as the television plays a rerun of Roman Holiday. This is practically a nightly routine for you, almost every night of the week has you ending up in Michael's house, as per his wishes. You have an apartment of your own, but Michael deems it unnecessary as you spend most of your time out of work with him anyway. You're aware he's been close to going to the landlord on behalf of you to discuss moving out, twice, but you're also aware he's not stupid enough to actually do anything behind your back.Â
If you donât know any better, youâd think itâs pretty odd to be so close to someone you met by pure coincidence. But the thing is you do know better. And it's that youâd never trade your friendship with Michael for anything else the world has to offer.
You and him have been friends for a good few years now, having met him just a little before his 'Off The Wall' album release. Accidentally bumping into the then-twenty year-old-star in a record store of all places, a few apologies were exchanged before your eyes noticed the Donna Summer album in his hands. That led to further conversations ranging from talking about how good Donna Summer's latest single is, to Michael showing you the Bee Gees album he's planning on purchasing, and somehow ends with you playing a record of Blondie's on the store turntable to make him listen to the B-sides.
It was a whole hour and a half before a burly looking gentleman kindly reminded Michael he had other affairs to tend to, and after eagerly sharing each otherâs contact details, you got home urgently to listen to the newly bought records of Jackson Five.Â
From then on, you've been calling and exchanging letters with Michael non-stop. Postcards from the different states heâs touring in, long distance telephone calls when his shows end, and everything in between. He finds a way to contact you so often that when his mother knew of you, she asked you to come over for one of their family gatherings. That's likely when it's been established that you and Mike are pretty much best friends.Â
You were lucky enough to witness Michael at his most focused when he was working on final touches to Off The Wall, changing musical tunes during late nights in the studio. Memories of celebrating with him when said album won the Grammys, as well as the AMAs. Thereâd even been numerous times where you got to come to his shows during the Triumph Tour with his brothers. Itâs been well over four years since you met, and at this point heâs the only person to truly know you inside and out.
A quick snap out of your thoughts when the bathroom lights turn off, and Michael steps out as he dries his curls with a towel. Heâs been out the whole day doing⌠whatever it is pop stars do during their spare time, only reaching home about half an hour after you already made yourself a cup of tea to heal from a long day at the diner. You donât even know how it got to the point where you can just waltz into Michaelâs home without him even being there, but itâs better not to question much about it.Â
Michael walks around the bedroom, shifting things as he gets ready for bed. Glancing at you, his eyes soften. "Tired, baby?" He asks gently.Â
"Mhm," you hum in response, sinking further into the blankets. "Had the worst customers today. I don't even care about the no tipping, yâknow? The thing thatâs bugging me is why the hell were they drinking fifteen shots of espresso at 9.30PM? And God... One of them had a rat-tail, Mike. I sure hope it doesn't become a thing because it's just so unfortunate to witness."Â
A soft chuckle escapes him, warming your heart. You continue ranting, âMike, that one mean woman who comes for coffee every lunchtime? She got to the diner late, and then proceeded to blame me for making her late because by the time her food arrived, her break was almost ending. Can you even believe that?âÂ
Michael clicks his tongue, getting on the bed. Making himself comfortable, he pulls you in and wraps his arm around your back, your head laying atop his chest. "I told you to please just stop working there. I can take care of you, baby. You know that. We'd be just fine and you can do whatever it is you want."Â
Shaking your head vehemently, you nudge at his chest. "No way, Mike. I can handle myself. I'm a responsible adult. I'm a strong, independent woman, y'know?"Â
"I know you are, beautiful. I'm just tellin' you that I can help while you look for somethin' you'd actually enjoy. Not that horrible diner place. You deserve so much better," Michael says as he leaves soft kisses on your temple.Â
You melt at his touch and close your eyes. Murmuring, "Thank you, Mikey. It's just hard leaving Daisy all by herself. The others are so mean to that poor kid."Â
"Hell, I'll hire her for somethin' if it means you're out of that damn place," Michael grumbles as he shifts and pulls you closer.Â
Snickering quietly, you hush him before kissing his jaw, "That's enough out of you, hm?âÂ
âI'm serious, sweetheart. That job is stretching you thin, and I'm not liking any second of it. I'm just worried about you,â Michael looks at you with furrowed brows, thumb stroking your cheek.Â
Michael has never not worried about you, you think. The man has protective tendencies towards everyone he cares for, but it's been noted by many that whenever you're in the picture, it's as if it gets dialed up to the maximum level. One of the most insane things he's done so far was that he had three extra secure locks installed at your front door when you first moved into your apartment, and despite it being against the rules, the landlord couldn't really argue with the Michael Jackson over his loved one's safety.Â
You respond quietly, âI know, Michael. Don't worry too much. I got everything handled, okay? I'm looking for job openings as we speak.âÂ
âIf you'd just consider the fact that I know many people in all kinds of businesses, babyââÂ
âNo,â you cut him off, shaking your head. âUh-uh, I'm not doing this again. Mikey, I don't want to take advantage of you for this. I'm doing this myself because that's the right thing to do.âÂ
âIt's not taking advantage, it's called networking,â Michael sighs.Â
Shaking your head again, you shift to make yourself more comfortable against his chest. âNo helping, Michael. Not unless I'm absolutely desperate. Which I'm not⌠yet.âÂ
He sighs again, silent for a moment before kissing your head. âFine. But I'm tellin' you right now. The minute you want to quit, go on ahead and don't hesitate. You got me, you know that right?âÂ
âYes, I do.â A small smile forms on your face, eyes closing slowly. âGoodnight, Mike.âÂ
"Goodnight, baby," he wishes, shifting down slightly as he gives a peck on your lips before burying his head into your neck. Murmuring softly, âLove you.â Â
âLove you,â you reply, already out of it. The roomâs silence filled with only the sounds of you and him breathing in sync, and the TV playing the end credits of Roman Holiday.Â
Despite the quiet, your mind races.Â
Okay. You're aware of how it seems between the both of you. Itâs been mentioned by a few who witness your dynamic and youâre aware of how weird and frankly, even disturbing for friends to be this close. Cuddling is one thing, but kissing on the lips and saying âI love youâs are on a totally different level. It doesn't really occur to you when that has evolved. As far as you're concerned, he just started calling you sweet names one day and became more physically needy than usual.Â
It happened around after he returned from his tour in Europe, so you figured they really weren't joking about how Europeans are more touchy. Well, that's what the travel magazines say anyway.Â
With that, you leave it be. In retrospect, you're never one to turn down any physical affection from Michael. And deep down you know it gives you butterflies, but you remind yourself daily to just ignore it.
So you do. Remind yourself, that is. Without fail.Â
It gets a lot more difficult each day, if you're being honest with yourself. On some days, it feels almost impossible. Especially when he gets so touchy and soft. Holding your waist as he talks to his brothers. Firmly holding your hand when he walks down the studio hallways. Even during the little days when he has free time and instead of doing something more worthwhile with someone more important, he'd persuade you to come stay at his house and play all kinds of board games.
You beat him at Connect Four every time, by the way.Â
Once having realized the risk of this becoming a huge problem if you don't handle the⌠pool of feelings swirling in your gut⌠and how it would lead to everything crumbling down, you knew you had to do something.
That's why, after much pressure from your boss, Janine, you're going on a blind date with her nephew.Â
âHe'll be just the perfect man for you, doll,â she said to you so excitedly. In fact, so excitedly that you couldn't really turn her down. It's set for the day after tomorrow, and you still haven't told Michael.
Make it work first, see the guy first. See how things go before saying anything to Mike. That's your plan. It'd be a waste of time if the date didn't work out and you got Michael's hopes up regarding your love life for no reason at all.
How on Earth would you even start? Michael knows you're not exactly the type of person to go on just any blind date. He'd ask. And what could you answer? That you're falling in love with him more every single day that passes? That you're only doing this to get over it?Â
Absolutely not.
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Mornings with Michael are always the epitome of domesticity at its finest. Both of you are hanging around the kitchen. Michael is sitting at the kitchen island, with only intentions of accompanying you, who's currently craving a bowl of freshly sliced fruit.Â
âHey, baby? I'm gonna be home late again. Q called and said somethinâ about some adjustments the album needs. You got anything planned for today?â Michael asks, eyes focusing on his book of notes. Hand gripping on a pencil, eager to underline or scratch words about whatever it is he's working on. He writes down any important pieces from meetings, or anything that comes to mind about a lyric or a tune. You call it his âbook of wondersâ, and Michael laughs it off with a shy blush every time.Â
âWhat more adjustments does it need? I think the album is already perfect!â You scoff.Â
Michael laughs quietly and shrugs, âI think he's gonna cut another song from the final tracklist. Been drivinâ me crazy with that.â
Pointing at him briefly, you press your words firmly. âDon't let him cut Billie Jean, Mike. I swear to God.âÂ
âI promise I won't. Not Billie Jean,â Michael snorts, âAnyway baby, your plans? For today?âÂ
You hum absentmindedly, too distracted with cutting up some apple slices for your fruit bowl. âIâm going out later. Thinking about doing some shopping.â You're off work today and tomorrow, so there's plenty of time to get ready and make yourself beautiful for the stranger you're about to go on a date with.Â
God, everything is so silly.
âOoh, somethinâ special going on? You never shop for yourself spontaneously. I always have to beg for you to do that,â Michael asks, getting up from his seat and walking up to you. Hands snaking around your waist, chin resting on top of your shoulder as he takes a gander on the bowl of fruit snacks you're making for yourself.Â
âLooks like heaven, doesn't it?â You ask with a teasing grin, gesturing towards the bowl.Â
âNo, angel. You do,â he replies with a kiss on your temple. âYou didn't answer my question.â
âOh, that. WellâŚâ You shrug, âMaybe, maybe not. We'll have to wait a bit and then you'll get your story, hm?âÂ
âHmm⌠Okay, I'll bite. I'll be waitinâ for some kind of update soon, okay?âÂ
âI promise,â you say.Â
Michael nods with a smile, tilting down and softly presses his lips against yours. Your heart lurches as you hesitantly kiss him back. Not two seconds later though, he pulls away with a grin when a knock comes onto the door. âThat's Bill. Hold on, baby.âÂ
As he walks away, you take a minute to gather yourself. Breathing deeply, you groan at the delusional path your heart was heading down. What was that kiss? Jeez, Europe really did a number on him.Â
Turning back to the bowl of fruit, you rethink how good of an idea it is to actually go on this damn blind date.Â
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âIâm telling you, Daisy, what if this is a bad idea?â You hiss in desperation into the telephone.Â
Youâre back in your own apartment, surrounded by messy piles of clothing. Itâs almost 10PM and the thing is, what you should be doing is some facial care before the date tomorrow, but instead youâre currently freaking out on Daisy. You were supposed to be back at Michaelâs. But then. During your retail run, you belatedly realized itâs almost impossible to sleep at Michaelâs the night before your blind date.
One, he would try to heckle his way into knowing what youâre going to be up to.Â
Two, you would immediately give in to him and tell him everything.Â
Three, after all of that, heâd question your sudden urge to date.
And finally, youâd have to tell him youâre doing it to get over your stupid feelings for him.Â
Ruining your friendship with Michael would have to be the worst thing that you could do to your life.Â
So thatâs how you end up back in your own space, though the comfort you felt at Michaelâs is sorely missed. Picking up a nearby sweater, you throw it across the room to the âNoâ pile. âWhat if the date turns out really well but itâs just my subconscious self making it work to forget about Mike? That wouldnât be fair to Janineâs nephew.â
âOkay, first of all, if your subconscious self is making it work, thatâs a good thing. At least some part of you have an effort to try. Second, itâll be exactly perfect if you got over Michael. I mean⌠câmon, youâve been friends for years. If he hasnât made his move by now, then he never will.â
âWell yeah, but if I told you he kisses me almost every day, youâd probably be saying something different,â the thought runs through your head silently. Blinking away your delusions, you sigh, âWhat if Janineâs nephew thinks Iâm too breezy?â
Daisy laughs, âGirl, youâre not as breezy as you think you are. And even so, breezy is in now. Youâd be having him drooling all over yaâ.âÂ
A brief pause.Â
âYou keep saying âJanineâs nephewâ,â Daisy says, âGirl, do you even know what his name is?â
Shameful heat blushes your neck, grimacing silently, mind running to remember.Â
âUhm⌠Kevin⌠whatâs-his-name?â
Shrieking laughter from the other side of the telephone makes you flinch in shock. Youâre telling her off, whining as Daisy repeats to herself the word Kevin. âItâs Calvin, girl,â she corrects you, chortling unabashedly. âCalvin Johnson, Janineâs sisterâs son. Remember that before you embarrass yourself tomorrow night.â
âBut Daisy! What if itâs a bad idea?â
âListen to me. Calvin is also being set up, right? Heâs probably just as nervous as you are. And he doesnât know you yet. If you somehow donât hit it off, which I seriously doubt because, well, donât tell Janine this, but sheâs a killer matchmaker, I mean, hello? Douglas from the kitchen and Jake from the laundromat across the street? Who the heck expects that? Anyway, if you somehow donât hit it off, he wonât be hurtinâ and cryinâ in the ditch somewhere. Heâs fine, and so are you. Just do this.â
You bite your lip, âDaisyâŚâ
She immediately cuts you off. âThe main reason why youâre still apprehensive is because you want to know what Michael thinks. And he probably would not give you the input you secretly want. I love you, really I do, but itâs time to acknowledge the fact that nothing seems to be blossoming there. You deserve the world, babe... You can go try and gettinâ it yourself instead of waitinâ around for someone to give it to you.â
Listening to her gentle voice, you fiddle with the string of pearls on your corner table. Sitting back on the couch, looking at the mess in front of you while the words she says slowly take root in your mind. Daisy is right. Youâve spent years trying to hollow out your feelings, ignoring whatever is growing inside the crevices of your heartstrings whenever you look at Michael, forgetting those sneaky thoughts of what it would be like to have him as your boyfriend, husband, the lover of your life. All of that, youâve been pushing down so deep, and the fact that Michael is so openly and brazenly affectionate with you starts to feel a little insulting. Here you are, absolutely spiraling from every single touch shared, and yet, for him itâs just another friendly peck. Everything he does means the whole world to you, but why doesnât it seem to mean much to him?
Youâre aware youâre being unfair. Michael doesnât owe you anything. All he asks from you is a loyal companionship, be it in a platonic way. He never expressed intentions of something more, at least not officially. Itâs your own fault for developing feelings. You canât be mad at him.
You can never be mad at Michael. Not when all heâs done for you is provide love and unconditional support.Â
After a few more minutes of slow conversation with Daisy, you tell your goodbyes after reassuring her you wonât back out on the blind date. Heaving a deep sigh, you get up from the couch and start cleaning up your mess. Already deciding on what to wear for tomorrow night, youâre determined to never have to look at a piece of stray clothing ever again because it will absolutely slay you if you did. You havenât been this fashion anxious since forever ago. Having Michael as a friend has its perks, and one of them is receiving endless fashion tips; that actually works for you.Â
And obviously, Michael should be no such help for this particular instance.Â
The landline rings and you pick it up, half assuming itâs Daisy to convince you to not back out again. The girl has such little faith in you, you scoff.Â
âDaisy, I promiseââ
âItâs Michael.â
Your eyes widen briefly before a soft laugh escapes you, âOh, hey, Mike.â
âWhere are you?â he asks, voice sounding a little stiff. Momentarily freezing, your head tilts in confusion over his tone.
âIâm at home, why?â
âNo, youâre not. I know this because Iâm calling from home. I thought youâre staying here tonight?â Michael asks.
âOh, I thought youâre supposed to come home late tonight?â You ask him.Â
Michael replies with the same stiff tone, âI got out early, Q just wanted to get rid of Billie Jean and I chewed him off and got out of there before he could jump me. Baby, youâre not home. Why?â
âI meant Iâm at my home, Mike. And because I figured I had to stay here at least for tonight, the space is literally about to gather dust.â
âThatâs never stopped you before?â he argues.
Letting out a nervous laugh, you say, âMike, maybe itâs because I donât want you to get sick of meââ
âThatâs a bunch of bull, sweetheart. Câmon, whatâs happeninâ? Please, baby, tell me,â Michael pleads, voice almost upset. âYouâre supposed to be here with me. I want you here.â
You pinch the bridge of your nose, sensing the upcoming begging and persuading coming from him. Firmly reminding yourself that no matter what pretty words he says, youâre putting your foot down and not surrendering to him. Regardless how tempting it is.
How insanely tempting.
âIâm sorry, Mike. Itâs just so late already, you know?â You try to deflect.Â
âWho said anything about you drivinâ? Iâll get Bill to drive you, Iâll call him right nowââ
âWait, Mike, don't!" You exclaim. âPoor Bill needs his rest. And so do you. Mike, we can sleep apart for one night.â
âWe can but Iâd rather not, babyâŚâ he replies, almost completely quiet. âIs something the matter? You usually tell me when youâre not coming over.â
Slapping your palm to your forehead, you let out a soft gasp. âOf course! Oh, Mike, Iâm so sorry. It completely slipped my mind. I was too distracted from theâ from today! Iâm sorry, honey, I should have given you some kind of note.â
Michael hums, âThatâs okay⌠Just⌠Donât you want to come over?âÂ
Hearing his desperate tone, you almost stood up to grab your keys right then and there. Fighting against the strong urge, you sigh out and try to ignore the heavy guilt inside, âMike, Iâd love to but itâs late. Please rest. I promise Iâll see you the day after tomorrow okay?â
âWoah, hang on, why not just tomorrow?â
A tugging of your bottom lip, you think of what to say. You genuinely canât bring yourself to tell him the truth. You donât want to risk it. Not if heâs going to interrogate you until you confess your undying love for him. Gosh, your head feels as if itâs about to explode.
âBecause Iâm gonna be doing something tomorrow. Remember the little update?â
âWhy canât you just tell me now? Or tomorrow night?â Michael almost pleads.Â
âMike, please donât make this harder for me,â you tell him, whining. âI promise, promise, promise Iâll tell you the day after tomorrow. Please?â
A beat of silence.Â
âI canâtâŚâ he starts so timidly.
You hum in question, âYou canât what, Mike?â
A clearing of his throat before he replies, voice firmer, âNothing. Okay, baby. Iâll wait until the day after tomorrow to see you, but Iâm callinâ you tomorrow midnight. I need to hear your voice and I need to know youâre at home safe.â
âOkay, Michael. Thatâs very sweet of you.â
He only hums in response. Furrowing your brows, you ask him. âMike, are you alright?â
âI just miss you so much, baby,â he replies after a short second. He says it so earnestly, your cheeks warm up.Â
âWe just saw each other this morning,â you softly remind him with a laugh.
âI donât care.â
You smile softly, finger coiling with the landline wire. âI miss you too, Mikey. Iâll see you, okay?â
âDonât forget to call.â
âI wonât!â
âYou better not⌠Go to sleep. Goodnight, baby. I love you.â
âI love you too, Mike. Goodnight.â
Hanging up, you let out the deepest sigh you could muster. Plopping your head on the back of the couch and staring off into space, you wonder why Michael is taking it so hard about you sleeping in your own apartment.Â
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Taking a sip from your wine glass, you smile politely as Kevâ Calvin tells his story. Sitting at a table for two in a fancy restaurant is honestly not what you expected, but when he stood in front of your doorstep dressed in a black suit and tie, that would have been your first hint. Youâre immediately relieved about choosing the dark, sleek dress that was purchased spontaneously the day before.Â
âAnd then my boss just went off on him, I did nothinâ but walk away, it was so bad,â he laughs. Calvin Johnson has a really cute laugh. He was pretty, too, you think. His hazel eyes gleam brightly and he knows how to land a joke. He orders good food and good wine. His voice is pleasant and deep. He dresses nice.Â
But⌠nothing. You feel absolutely nothing.
Here you are, dinner with the perfect gentleman who knows to compliment, and youâre feeling absolutely nothing. Your mind is just filled with thoughts of what Michael would have done if he saw the waiter passing by with mismatched neon socks, or what Michael would have ordered if the menu only consisted of fourteen different types of spaghetti, if he would have vomited and just starved altogether, or what Michael would have said to you when you pointed out the painting of the restaurantâs owner at the entrance that resembled Gene Kelly. Michael, Michael, Michael. Itâs like heâs taken over your life the more you try to forget about your feelings.Â
Youâre immediately being consumed by guilt at the thought of hurting Janine and her nephew. They are both really nice and warm people, and youâre returning the favour by playing games. Michael would have been so disappointed. He probably would enjoy talking to Calvin. Maybe if it doesnât work between you and Calvin, and youâre being real honest here, it definitely wonât, you could introduce him to Michael. They already have the musically talented section in common. Only Calvin was more towards classical instruments. Well, maybe they could read music sheets together.Â
Biting your lip, you realize youâre only thinking of things that include Michael to help you go through this date. And that only makes you feel worse. Youâre a terrible person.Â
â â Hey, are you okay?â
You slightly jump, wide eyes gazing back at Calvinâs concerned ones. âO-oh, yeah, yes! I am okay, Iâm so sorry. Iâm just so⌠full, I get a little breezy when Iâm, uh, full.â
Just pulling shit straight out of your ass.Â
He nods in acknowledgement, giving a small smile before he continues his story about⌠kangaroos or underoos. Either one.Â
You couldnât really focus on the rest of his story, not that you did in the first place, but this time the focus was actually elsewhere instead of inside your own head. Your eyes flicker to a few tables behind Calvin, and the familiar face catches you off guard. Slightly squinting, you try to make out who the person is, before pausing your breath. Itâs one of Michaelâs bodyguards, you think. Heâs newly appointed, but he seems nice. He has ginger hair and a small tattoo behind his ear, thatâs how you know itâs him. Tilting your head further to the side, you try to recognize the rest of the table heâs sitting at. Nerves racking, you hope with everything you have that Michael isnât there with them. But after seeing the whole table only has burly men laughing aloud, you realize theyâre just on their break. Michael gives them his card sometimes and tells them to get fancy dinners. This must be one of those nights where he wants to be completely and utterly alone. Your heart drops. Could something be bothering him? He was definitely off from the phone call last night.Â
Your eyes suddenly make contact with one of the guards, who looks just as dumbfounded as you are. It was the worldâs worst staring eye contest before you clear your throat. Averting your gaze, you force a smile as Calvin cluelessly continues his story.Â
That redhead is so gonna rat you out.Â
â˘
Returning home couldnât be any more relieving than it is now. Youâre leaning against the front door after closing it, sighing heavily. Thinking of moments prior.Â
âHey, listen⌠I had a wonderful time tonight. And I think you did, too. But just as friends, huh?â Calvin asks as he walks you to your doorstep. You only look at him with your mouth slightly agape, not knowing what to say.Â
He laughs, shrugging, âI only agreed because of Aunt Janine. And Iâm assuming you did too. That woman doesnât know how to take no for an answer, thatâs for sure.â
âShe sure doesn't,â you softly chuckle.Â
Calvin rubs his nape, looking at you with an almost sympathetic grin. âAnd uh⌠don't take this the wrong way, but I sincerely hope you don't go on another date with a stranger.âÂ
Trying to hide your offended face, you ask him. âWhy do you say that?âÂ
âBecause this whole night, I was just talkinâ your ears off but your mind is in a completely different place. I mean, I was talking rubbish towards the end, with the kangaroos and all. Not even a peep from you, because you're busy thinkingâŚâ he trails off, displaying a pitying look as you nervously fiddle with your fingers, looking away.Â
â... Of someone else, hm?âÂ
You don't respond, but you settle for a small smile. âYou're too understanding.âÂ
Calvin sighs deeply, âI know.â He says in a melancholic tone.Â
Laughing with him, you sigh and step closer to give him a kiss on the cheek. âThank you, Calvin. I'm so sorry this didn't work out. I'm sorry for not trying.âÂ
âEh, forget it,â he reassures you. âHonest. We wouldn't work anyway, I actually liked those risottos.âÂ
âThey were disgusting,â you tease back. Hugging Calvin a very short second, you let him off with a goodbye.Â
Which brings you to now, sighing like the world's biggest loser. You hated letting people down. It feels like you're hurting them on purpose, but it truly isn't your intention. You thought you'd get over your feelings for Michael at least a little.Â
Instead, the thing you want to do most right now is cuddle up against him.Â
You're thinking of the possible phrases on what your excuse could be if Michael asks what you've been up to today, not taking any chances that he wouldn't heckle. It's been a good two minutes since Calvin left your doorstep, and the date is being fast forgotten.
More so when a sudden knock comes down on your front door. You instantly know it's not Calvin. This one felt too comfortable, familiarâŚ. Intimate.
You must be imagining things.Â
Walking back to the door, you take a look at the peephole. And lo and behold, Michael's standing right at your doorstep. His face unreadable.Â
As you open the door, you force a bright grin onto your face. âMichael, heyââÂ
âWho's he?â Michael asks sharply. Almost robotic. His body tense, jaw clenched ever so slightly.
âHm?â You hum in response, tilting your head in confusion.Â
âThe guy you were just with,â he quietly adds, walking into your apartment.Â
You realize what he's talking about and let out an âOhâ. âThat's Janine's nephew,â you answer.Â
Michael just looks at you with a deep gaze. Murmuring hoarsely, he says to you, âCâmon, baby⌠don't play with me like this. Not right now.âÂ
âMichael, I'm telling the truth, that is Janine's nephew. His name's Calvin.âÂ
âCalvinâŚâ he scoffs before turning around to pace back and forth in your living room. Meanwhile, you get more and more confused.Â
âWhat, you went on a date with him or somethinâ?â Michael asks you shakily.
Well, the cat's definitely out of the bag, but Michael's reaction is not one you're expecting in any way, shape or form.Â
âY-yes, I did⌠Come on Mikey, what's going on?âÂ
He gives you the most incredulous look he's ever given anyone. âWhat's going on? Are you actually asking me that? What's⌠What's wrong with you?âÂ
Hurt strikes through your chest at his words. Michael has never, ever been rude or said anything harsh like that towards anyone, least of all you.
Why is he talking like that to you? And why does it hurt so much with the way he's being so⌠different?
âWhat did I do, Mike?â You ask in a small voice, hugging yourself nervously.
âOh no, no, no, you don't get to be upset, I'm upset,â he says with glassy eyes staring back at you. You almost gasp at the sight, his hurting can be seen as clear as day. Michael continues, âYou were on a date with a rando? What, did you think I wasn't gonna find out? And you're soâ so casual about it, do you even care at all?âÂ
âMike, what's⌠It's one date, Michael, what could be the issue? Please tell me why you're so bothered!âÂ
âWhy the hell do you think I'm bothered?âÂ
âI don't know! It's just one date and you're not even my boyfriend, so tell me, Mikey, please.âÂ
Michael throws his arms in the air, âOh, sure! Just one would be fiâ wh-what? I'm sorry?âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
âWhat did you say?âÂ
âIt's just one date!âÂ
âNo,â Michael whispers, shaking his head. âAfter that⌠what did you mean by that?â
Tilting your head, you furrow your brows. âMike?âÂ
He suddenly walks right up to you, hands slowly coming up to cradle your face. âI'm not⌠your boyfriend?âÂ
â ⌠No?âÂ
Michael's eyes flutter, pain being etched on every surface of his face. âAre you breakinâ up with me, baby?âÂ
âWhat?â You ask with a soft voice, eyes widening. âWhen did we get together?â
âWhat?âÂ
âWhat?â You repeat, starting to breathe really hard. Michael gives you an astounded look, thumb stroking the apple of your cheek. His lips part in surprise, and it appears as if his brain is taking an extremely long time to register your words.Â
âWhat do you mean when did we get together?âÂ
Close to crying, you whine softly, âMichael, I don't follow!âÂ
Michael clenches his jaw, eyes boring into yours as his brows furrow deeper. âBaby, this isn't funny.âÂ
âI'm not trying to be funny!â You reply.Â
âThen what are you talking about? I am your boyfriend!â
âSince when?â You ask loudly, eyes getting wider by the second.Â
His jaw only drops further in response, head shaking repeatedly. âShe's joking,â he murmurs softly to himself. You deny it again, strongly needing to know what the hell is actually going on.Â
âWell, baby,â Michael starts with a bewildered look on his face, âI happen to think we got together since I started callinâ you baby every day and how you're practically livinâ with me because I don't think I can actually sleep without you anymore, oh and I almost forgot, we're kissinâ damn near all the time!âÂ
You stand there, yet another dumbfounded look on your face. âI just thought you took home some European customs,â is the only thing you could say in a small voice.Â
âWhat?â Michael asks again, another confused facial expression before he sighs and pulls you close. âBaby⌠you're telling me this whole timeâŚ?âÂ
You shake your head, hand coming up to softly stroke his jaw. âI didn't know anything. God, I'm so sorry, Mikey. I mean, I mean what am I supposed to think? You never asked me about itâ you didn't clarify anything, did you?âÂ
âI thought in a way, you knew!âÂ
You ask softly, âHow could I have known?âÂ
Michael looks away, arms still wrapped around you. âOkay⌠Iâm sorry. Iâm really sorry for yelling because now Iâm just rethinking everything⌠I was a stupid twenty year old. Remember how we kissed for the first time?âÂ
Heat rises to your cheeks at the memory. Yes, you certainly did.
By then, both of you have been friends for about a few months. It was late at night, and you were sleeping over at his family house. It was just you two in front of the television, everyone else having already gone to bed. The time was nearing 1.30AM when the movie finally ended.Â
âMike, I told you we should have just rewatched Dog Day Afternoon.â
âHow was I supposed to know it was gonna be that bad?â He snorts as he places the half eaten bowl of popcorn on the coffee table.Â
Laughing, you lean back on the couch and make yourself comfortable. Turning to him, you ask. âWe went straight for the movie earlier, I never got to ask you how your day was.âÂ
Michael sighs and closes his eyes, making you frown in concern. Reaching out to softly grip his hand in between you two, you give a small smile.
âWanna talk about it?âÂ
He shrugs, looking elsewhere. âI don't know, it's justâŚâÂ
âNew album jitters?â You try, knowing how under the pressure he's been, with Off The Wall about to be released in a few days. If someone were to ask you how dedication was to be presented in real life, you'd point instantly to the man next to you. You've never seen someone so passionate about what they do as much as Michael is with his music.Â
â... No, it's not that,â he laughs softly. âI mean, I'm nervous about that too, but tonight is different. It's just my brothers. They wouldn't stop ragging on me earlier.âÂ
Pulling your knees to your chest, you tilt your head. âWhy? What's the matter?âÂ
âI had them listen to the final picks for the album, and theyââÂ
âIf they didn't like it, that's their problem. The album is perfect!â You cut him off, already raging at the thought. Youâve always been his number one supporter and defender.
Michael laughs again, shaking his head. âNo, no, they were real supportive about that⌠it's just the fact that I've uh, I've been singing about, yâknow⌠romance and all.âÂ
You nod, and raise your brow when he doesn't continue. âAnd?âÂ
He sighs after what felt like forever, âWell it's silly... because I've never even had my first kiss yet, so.âÂ
âMichael, that's okay. Me neither.âÂ
Eyes widening, he sputters out, âYou haven't?âÂ
âNo,â you laugh. âIs that so unbelievable for you?âÂ
Yes, he happens to find it completely unbelievable because you're so gorgeous all the time. Boys were bound to try something on you. Now once he's realising nobody's ever come close, he feels a sense of happiness. Happy that nobody came close. That she rarely gives her time of day for anyone. And he happens to be one of the few exceptions.Â
He only shrugs in response to your question before shifting closer. âDoes it bother you?âÂ
Shaking your head, you smile at him. âNot really. I'm not dying to be kissed. I know it's gonna happen when it happens. There's no use dwelling on it. But then again, I don't have brothers, nor am I releasing songs about romance.âÂ
âYeah, they really did their thing when I Can't Help It played,â Michael grumbles.Â
Softly giggling, you grip onto his hand more firmly. âDon't let them get to you. You have so many girls that've been wanting to kiss you for years. Take your pick, Mike,â you tease.Â
He only smiles and brings your intertwined hands to his lap. âI know, oddly enough. And I'm flattered that a lot of pretty girls like me. But I don't know them. I can't⌠I'm not like my brothers.âÂ
Michael bites his lip, thoughts running in his head. Heâs thinking of something stupid⌠Something reckless. Something that canât be undone if he does it. The silent hum of the room becomes overbearing to him, gaze focused on your soft eyes, down the slope of your nose to your lips. He lingers there, thinking to himself how it would feel like. What it would taste like. Would he still taste the remnants of your flavoured lip balm? Would it be soft and light? Or something else he canât even imagine?
âMichael?â comes your quiet voice.
âHm?â Heâs out of it, almost. Dazed with some type of need. He doesnât want to call it lust. He doesnât think you deserve that. He feels more. The need to be with you. Sit beside you. Hold your hand. Kiss you. Everything he imagines to do with a girlfriend, is what heâs imagining with you.Â
Good grief, since when did he start crushing on you?
âMichael, do you want to kiss me?â
His brain shuts down. His mouth, hands, and eyes donât move. Mind blanking out.
After a few moments of silence, he manages to stutter out, âWh- Iâm sorry?â
Softly giggling, you shift your legs down and scoot closer to him. Hand still laced together with him, you look deep into his eyes. Gleaming with amusement, excitement and trepidation altogether. âDo you⌠Would you like to share our first kiss?â
He stares at you, jaw slack. âI thought itâll⌠I thought itâll happen for you when it happens.â
âMhm,â you nod, âIf you want to, it happens now. If you donât want to, it will happen for me another time. I wonât be mad at you, Mike. I promise.â
You try to act cool, but the truth is your insides feel far from it. You donât know what came over you, but from the way he was staring off into space, looking at your lips, the quiet surrounding you felt almost suffocating from the way you wanted him to lean in closer. To do something. Say something. So, you gathered your courage and took initiative. Even if there is no guarantee of him actually agreeing, you find yourself not regretting making your move. You wanted to know what a kiss feels like. And you wanted to know how it feels with Michael. You couldn't think of any better way to have your first kiss if not with him.
Michael is quiet for a few seconds, giving you some time to think of some lame segue out of this suddenly odd predicament you singlehandedly put you and him in. Before you could utter out an excuse, though, he cuts you off.Â
âIâd really like that.â
Your eyes widen, âOh?â
âYeah, Iâd like that a lot, actually,â he whispers, leaning more towards you. âAre you sure you want this?â
You could only nod, breathing out a âyesâ.Â
Michaelâs eyes flicker down to your lips, before gazing back into yours. Shifting closer, his head slightly dips down, you moving with him. Lips a hairâs breadth away from each other, his fingers coming up to gently hold your chin, closing the distance.
When your lips meet his, it feels like a quiet magic blossoming from your lungs and into every crevice of your heart. Eyes closed, you press yourself further against him. Sighing out, Michael tilts his head to the side, parting your lips with his and kissing you deeper.
He does taste your flavored lip balm. And he thinks thatâs the happiest discovery of his life.
A close second to knowing now how it feels to kiss you. At first, when you suggested to him to share his first kiss with you, he thought you were joking. But when you joke, heâd know right off the bat. And he knows your tone. You werenât joking one bit. His mind was racing through what felt like numerous mountains of anxiety and anticipation. In that second, there was nothing heâd like more than to kiss you.Â
During the kiss, your hand comes up to stroke his cheek. A hum reverberates from him, sliding his tongue against yours, almost breathing into you. Itâs a few more seconds of pure bliss before Michael slightly parts away, eyes still closed as he bites his lip. Closing the distance again, you leave some more pecks against the corner of his mouth, making him tilt his head and meet your lips with more passion and fervour. Smiling against the kiss, you melt into him as he holds you against him.Â
It feels like a long time before one of you takes the initiative to pull away, properly this time. The room is quiet save for the sounds of your heavy breathing. A soft smile is etched onto your face as you eye his gleaming face.Â
âWas that good?â You ask him, teasing.Â
âThat was good, babe,â he laughs, âThat was real good. I liked that a lot.â
Letting out a soft chuckle, you tell him, âI did too.â
âCan we do that more often?â he tries, leading to rounds of shy laughter to echo through the walls of the room.Â
Snapping out of your memories, you clear your throat. âYes, what about it?â
Michael reaches and cradles your face, âWell, that was quite literally⌠one of the best things to ever happen to me. I loved that night. I loved kissinâ you. I loved it so damn much, and I assumedâ I assumed you loved it too. I didnât say anythinâ about you beinâ my girl because I thought it was gonna naturally happen. And the longer I left it alone, and the more we got closer, I just... I thought we'd been together for a while. Nothing too official, because⌠I didnât know where you stand on that, but I figured weâd only feel like this towards each other.â
You lean into the palm of his hand, and he leans down and presses a kiss against your temple, continuing gently, âI didnât think we needed any establishing. I thought you already knew Iâd⌠Iâm so in love with you, baby. I fall in love with you more and more each day. But itâs my fault for, well, for not telling you properly. For assuming. Iâm really sorry, I should have said something sooner.â His voice is bordering on sounding pained now, but you hush him.
âMikey, gosh, stop, youâre fine. Youâre perfect, donât be sorry,â you whisper as you leave kisses on his forehead, down his nose and to the apples of his cheeks. âWeâre both really stupid.â
He laughs and pulls you closer, if itâs even possible. âTell me about it. Baby, I really am sorry. Please forgive me?â
âShh, I forgive you, and I hope youâll forgive me too. Iâm sorry,â you say.
âThereâs nothinâ to forgive. You didnât know. See how funny that sounds now? God, I could just hit myself,â he sighs heavily. âSweetheart, are we together officially now? I want you to be my girl. Been wantinâ that for years, if you must know.â
You teasingly grin and shrug, âI donât know⌠Quite presumptuous of you, already calling me your girl.â
âBaby, Iâve seen the way you look at me,â Michael smirks smugly, âItâs not wholly my fault for thinkinâ weâre together when you gaze at me the way you do.â
âI donât gaze at you,â you gasp.
His arms snake around your waist again, pulling you closer and nodding dramatically. âYes, you do and I canât blame you, baby. Iâd want to be my girl, too.â Swatting at his chest, you could only laugh in response.
âIâm serious, yâknow? Iâd like for you to be my girl. And just mine. No foolinâ around with this amateur stuff,â he says in a quiet tone, âI want you. Youâre my best friend and Iâve never loved or wanted anyone as much as I do you. I want to marry you one day, I want everything a man can have with the love of his life, and I want that with you. There had never been and never will be anybody else. I love you, so much. Can you be my girl for real now?â
A soft hum escapes you, âMichael, I love you too. God, I love you so much.â
He doesnât reply. Michael only leans in and catches your lips so, so urgently, it almost brings you down to your knees. It almost feels like your first kiss again. Except, this time Michael wasnât afraid. Or doubting. He knows you want him just as much as he wants you. Heat grows from the way he pulls you closer, every inch of you burning from his touch and passion. His lips brushing against yours, tongue slipping in between to glide against yours. Softly nudging you backwards until youâre leaning against the wall, he tugs your bottom lip with his teeth before continuing to kiss you fervently. Your fingers come up to run through his curls, and he tilts your head upwards into the kiss. And that drives you crazy.Â
Leaving small pecks against your lips before kissing down your neck, he murmurs against your skin, âI love you.â
You could only hum dazedly, weakening as he continues his ministrations on your skin. âIâm so glad youâll have me, baby.â He continues to whisper.
A final kiss to your lips, he pulls away to softly grin at you. âTell that Kevin schmuck to kindly get out of your life, please?â
âItâs Calvin, honey.â
âWhatever,â he laughs as he leans his forehead against yours.
pairing đđ thriller!michael jackson x fem!black!reader
synopsis đđ going to a release party for your boyfriends new album has unexpected benefits. one of them being his hands.
warnings đđ shy!reader but freak!reader, michael loves his girlfriend downnnn, jermaine flirting with the reader cause itâs entertaining to me, michael is taller than the reader & can pick her up, thriller!era but reader & michael live together
authors note đđ second time writing anything sexual, be nice still ! & my requests are open !
word count đđ 3.1k
đśichael had just dropped thriller, and a release party was being thrown today to commemorate.
he wanted you to be there alongside him to celebrate such a milestoneâdropping his second solo albumâand you wanted to be there to show your unwavering support. so, the two of you were currently getting ready.
well, it was more of just you getting ready. michael had finished adding the final details to his outfit thirty minutes ago and now, he just sat watching you get ready. this was a common occurrence whenever the two of you went out together because you tended to take your time getting ready.
however, it always seemed that michael could be wearing the most extravagant of looks and still finish getting ready in record time. but today, his outfit was fairly simple.
he wore a white button-up shirt with the first few buttons undone, a black suit jacket on top, and black suit pants to match. his outfit was so unadorned, yet you couldnât help but notice how good he looked.
if it wasnât his release party you were going to, you wouldnât hesitate to jump on him and risk being late. but, you wanted to maintain professionalism and you knew michael wanted to look good in front of all his counterparts, so you kept your salacious thoughts to yourself. for now.
âbaby, do yâknow how much longer youâre gonna take?â your boyfriend questions you.
âiâm literally almost finished. all i have to do is put on my jewelry,â you respond, walking over to your dresser to locate your necklaces and bracelets.
it was the last thing you needed to complete your outfit. you wore a black off-the-shoulder trim dress that stopped near your ankles. it was complemented with black heels and black gloves that you knew youâd be taking off halfway through the night.
your jewelry was a combination of different pearls that michael had gifted you throughout the years. the off-white was the perfect contrast to your entirely black outfit. and the fact that your outfit was coordinated with michaelâs was even better.
âokay,â you exclaimed, spinning around to face your boyfriend sitting on his bed, âiâm ready. what do you think?â
he says nothing at first. instead, opting to let his eyes trail up and down your figure. his eyes drank in every aspect of your outfit: the pearls, stiletto heels that heâll be carrying by the end of the night, and the dress that hugged your body so perfectly.
still without saying a word, he gets up from his sitting position on the edge of the bed and walks closer to your standing form. the closer he gets to you, the more you start to become consumed by him.
he smelled oriental. warm, sweet, and the slightest bit spicy. and he towered over you, forcing you to crane your neck to look over him. he places both of his hands on the dresser behind you, getting impossibly closer to you.
âyouâre gorgeous, my baby,â he murmured, even though you were the only two people in the room.
he moves one of the hands he has on the dresser behind you to your face, placing his hand on the side of your face. he looked at you with such adoration that you could melt where you stood and jump his bones all in one moment.
âthanks, mikey. you look good too.â
âjust good?â he teases.
you look away from him, weakly pushing his chest in a frail attempt to get further away from him. the smallest of things he said made you shy, and you could tell your boyfriend basked in your reactions.
âwe have to go before weâre late. and you were the one rushing me,â you acknowledged.
âiâd never rush you, baby. i know you like to take your time.â
you roll your eyes at the subtle dig at how long you take to get ready. âwhatever. letâs go.â
he stops you before youâre able to slip past him and out of the bedroom. âcan i have a kiss before we go?â
you smile at the fact that he still asks for a kiss despite the amount of time youâve been together. you stand on your toes in an attempt to reach his height, and he meets you halfway as you press a chaste kiss to his lips. you werenât too keen on ruining your lip gloss or getting lost in him at the moment.
you turn away from him, but youâre only able to make it a few steps before you feel his hands on your waist. he turns you around, immediately pulling you back into him. he kisses you again, but this time itâs an actual kiss.
his tongue invades your mouth and itâs like you can feel him everywhere. his hands are on your waist and his tongue is pressing against yours. you literally have to push him away from you to be able to breathe.
âyou so pretty, baby.â
you rub your hands down your face, flustered due to his actions and his words. you donât say anything for a moment because what is there to say after he kisses you like that and then compliments you?
âcan we go before weâre late?â you ask.
michael smiles down at your abashed face, hands still resting on your waist. âwhatever my baby wants.â
you walk away from him, finally free from the bedroom that you definitely wouldâve been having sex in if you stayed there for another moment. you hear michaelâs footsteps behind you and you donât need to turn around to know that his eyes are transfixed on your ass.
my gosh, you think. youâre not making it halfway through the release party if he isnât able to keep his hands to himself. you hope heâs able to control himself until youâre able to get home for the sake of his public image and your sanity.
âdo we have everything?â you asks as you start unlocking the front door.
âmhm. i think your lip gloss might be a little messed up, though,â you donât have to look at him to know that heâs smirking.
âand i wonder whose fault that is,â you reply, opening the front door.
you hear michael locking the front door behind you as you move towards billâs car. as you approach his car, his mouth opens as if heâs about to say something yet he doesnât.
michael approaches you from behind and you see billâs eyes flit from you michael. heâs seemingly putting some kind of pieces together because a smirk adorns his face and he laughs.
âthe two of you mustâve been having a good time,â bill quips.
you turn around to face michael and the first thing you notice is your lip gloss strewn across his lips. you assume yours is smudged or lacking from the fact that both michael and bill are now laughing.
to say you were embarrassed was an understatement. you were already flustered from what happened in michaelâs bedroom. but someone close to both of you has an idea of it? you might as well be dead.
you make a futile attempt at ignoring them and slide into the backseat of bills car. without loitering for much longer, michael slides into the backseat next to you. bill walks around the car to the driver's seat and you can do nothing but pray for a normal car ride.
michael manages to keep his hands to himself for the majority of the car ride, only opting to rest his hand on your thigh. throughout the journey, he made comments here and there about how pretty you looked and how he couldnât wait to have you all to himself when you got back home. but other than that, he was on his best behavior.
you arrived at the venue after about thirty minutes. it had a pleasant exterior, but it was a small place due to the fact that michael wanted his release party to be an intimate event.
he only invited those closest to him, wanting the celebratory event of his second solo album to be filled with people he held close to his heart. the closer you got to the venue, the more excited you got.
you and your boyfriend were celebrating the release of his album. it hadnât dawned on you how much of a big deal this was until you were actually inside the venue.
it was packed with people close to both you and michael: his family, quincy, even paul mccartney. everything felt so private and personal, a room full of pride and noblesse.
âoh, baby,â katherine coos when she sees you, âyou look so good.â
she pulls you into a hug thatâs a little too tight, yet you say nothing because youâre just as happy to see her. âthank you. you look gorgeous yourself,â you compliment her.
she pulls back from you and lets her eyes roam your face. thereâs a look of fondness adorning them that neither of you mention. then, she turns her attention to michael and pulls him into a hug that mightâve been ever tighter than the one she just had you in.
âhow you gonâ hug her before me, ma?â michael half-jokes.
âboy hush,â she sways him whilst maintaining the hug, âyou already know how proud i am of you. you done went and released another album. and you did it all without your father,â she beams.
that pulls a laugh out of you and michael. seeing people, especially his mother swelling with such pride at his work was enough to make both of you tear up.
katherine pulls back from the hug and smooths her hand down the arms of his suit jacket. she looks like sheâd cry if she looked at michael for any longer.
âwell, iâll leave both of yâall to it. michael, go talk to your brothers. and donât yâall do nothing too crazy,â she ends.
your face scrunches up at the innuendo behind her words, but you donât think about it for too long. michael grabs your hand and begins to lead you towards his brothers, jermaine and tito. you had no clue where the rest of them were, but they tended to disperse when it came to events like this.
âmichael!â jermaine called out before you even reached him, âman, iâm so proud of you.â
âyou done dropped another album on us,â tito added.
âthank you,â michael replied, almost seeming bashful.
you smiled from where you were standing next to him. seeing him being praised for the album he worked so hard on made you so buoyant. he deserved all the praise in the world and more for the work he put into this release.
âbut when you said âi can thrill you more than any ghoul would ever dare tryâ, what that meant?â jermaine asks.
you let out an incredulous laugh and you look away from jermaine. you didnât even know how michael would respond to that question because you knew what the lyric meant. and you knew jermaine knew what the lyric meant and he was asking just to embarrass michael.
âyouâre a dimwit.â
âman, i was jusâ asking,â jermaine responds, but the smirk on his face says that he had other intentions.
âbut you look good,â jermaine says, turning his attention to you.
tito lets out a chuckle, but corrects himself after seeing the look on michaelâs face. itâs nothing short of irritation and heavy annoyance.
âthank you jermaine,â you maintain your politeness, âyâall look good,â you signal between him and tito.
you feel michaelâs grip tighten on your hand, yet you donât say anything. both of you knew his brothers liked to flirt just because, so you never took them seriously. however, michael always seemed a little more than bothered when they would make a comment that was heavily suggestive or their eyes lingered on you for too long.
âmhm. thank you girl,â jermaine responds.
michael pulls you away from his brothers before you have the opportunity to say anything. âgod, heâs annoying,â michael complains.
âhe was jusâ being nice,â you mutter.
âbaby, he was flirting with you right in front of me. his being nice is how i treat you daily,â he finally stopped at an area in the venue that wasnât as crowded as the rest.
âyouâre all for me. know that,â his hands find purchase on your waist and he pulls you flush against him. you feel him poking you from within his suit pants, and it flusters you beyond relief.
âmikeyâŚâ you whisper.
ââm sorry baby. you jusâ look so pretty. everybodyâs congratulating me on the album like i donât have my biggest achievement next to me.â
you smile, rubbing your hands up and down the arms of your dress to calm your nerves. âthank you, mikey. but you should be proud of the album. you worked so hard on it and now itâs finally out.â
âmhm. gonna show me how proud you are when we get home?â
you whine and cover your face with your hands. the nerve of your boyfriend to be speaking so luridly while youâre in public! you wouldâve slapped his chest or attempted to push him away if it wasnât for your hands covering your face.
âcan we go back to the party now?â
âof course, baby,â he removes his hands from your waist only to grab one of your hands once again. he leads you back to the party, having to push through crowds upon crowds of bodies.
overall, the release party turns out to be a huge success. with all of michaelâs friends and loved ones present, itâs nothing but an event full of pride and adoration.
michael received more compliments on his album than youâve heard in your entire life, and he had you by his side during the entirety of it. his hand stayed in yours or on your waist, and he barely let you out of his sight.
by the end of the night, your heels are in his hand like he thought they would be and his other hand wonât leave your waist. youâre bidding everyone farewell before youâre able to collapse in the backseat of bills car.
when you finally make it home, youâre halfway ready to pass out and halfway ready to take the hottest shower of your life. youâre so tired that walking up the stairs of your shared home feels like an absolute chore. just one look at your face and michael can see the exhaustion.
âi got you, baby,â he hooks his arms under both of your legs whilst still holding your heels in one of his hands. you wrap your arms around his neck and allow yourself to melt into his chest.
heâs so warm, he smells so good, and it feels like heâs the only thing in the house right now. thereâs nowhere youâd rather be in his arms. well, you could be on him but you could settle for this right now.
he nudges open the door to the bedroom, and adjusts himself so heâs able to set your heels down while still carrying you. afterwards, he walks to your bed and sits down with you still in your arms.
youâre sat sideways on his lap and you canât help but feel him against you. you just got to your shared bedroom, yet michaelâs exuding arousal all without you actually doing anything to him. but you werenât one to judge because you needed him just as bad right now.
âi need you, mikey,â you whine.
âyeah?â his hands tighten around your waist, âwhere dâya need me?â
you whine again. you need him everywhere at the same time and itâs overwhelming, but in the best way. âi need you in me.â
michaelâs breath hitches, but he says nothing in response. he begins to bunch your maxi dress up on your hips until heâs able to slide his hand up your thigh.
his hand inches further up, but it feels like heâs going at the slowest pace possible. âhurry up mikey, please.â
âmy impatient baby. âs okay. i got you,â he runs his hand up your thigh until heâs right where you need him.
his hand comes into contact with your underwear, lacy with a bow, although heâs unable to see it. he can feel you seeping through the cotton and you donât need to see his face to know itâs smug.
âthis all for me, pretty?â he teases.
âall for you, mikey. need you so much right now.â
he hums in response, pulling your underwear down. he runs his fingers through your slick folds and revels in your moans every time he comes into contact with you.
he continues to tease you until his fingers are wet with your arousal. then, he eases one of his fingers into you. theyâre so big and youâre tightening around him, unable to let out anything but moans.
his finger pumps in and out at a languid pace before he adds a second. the feeling of another one of his long, lanky fingers entering you makes you even louder. your fingers grip his shoulder in a fruitless attempt to ground yourself.
his once languid pace was quickening, and you feel stuffed with just two of his fingers inside of you. he curls them and it hits just the right spot to have you gripping his shoulders even tighter and moaning out his name.
âyouâre the prettiest, baby,â michael murmurs.
youâre unable to respond. your head is thrown back and the only sound thatâs coming out of is moans and nearly unintelligible strings of his name.
everything feels so good right now and when michael curls his fingers inside you even more, itâs exactly what sends you over the edge. you cum with a slight shake and silent scream, completely leaning into michaelâs body.
âi got you, pretty baby,â he whispers to you as you come to.
youâre utterly exhausted and hyper aware of the mess you made on your dress and michaelâs suit pants. this dress was a gift from michael and tonight was your first time wearing it, so you canât help but be a little bummed at it being ruined.
âmikey, my dress is all fucked up now,â you complain.
ââs okay, baby. iâll get you another one. but lemme clean you up.â
you only nod in response, allowing him to carry you off the bathroom. you felt like you were on the brink of passing out and all you wanted to do was sleep, but youâd let michael take care of you any day.
mature!michael who gives you access to all of his cards. you can spend his money to your hearts content, as long as you give me a runway show of everything you bought.
âturn around fâme, pretty.â
you comply without another word, giving him an incredibly slow 360, running your hands down your ass once your backside is facing him. why not emphasize how good your body looked in this dress?
âcâmere,â he beckons you closer to him.
you walk towards him and he man spreads so youâre able to stand comfortably between his legs. his hands find purchase on your waist like itâs second nature. he doesnât touch you anywhere nearly as much as he touches your waist.
âyou like wearing my money?â
âi love wearing your money. donât you like my dresses?â
âi love your dresses, baby. theyâre the prettiest.â
his hands travel from your waist to your lower back, before they eventually land on your ass. he gives it a firm squeeze before simply letting his hands rest there.
âokayy,â you push your body off of his, mourning the lost on contact, âi have a few more dresses to try on. are you gonna be on your best behavior?â
Heâs been stuck at his desk for hours, glasses perched on his nose, muttering to himself about deadlines. Youâve been watching him from the bed, growing more impatient by the minute. Until finally, you canât take it anymore. You crawl under his desk without warning, settling between his spread thighs. He jolts when you tug his sweatpants down, eyes widening behind his lenses.
âBaby- I have to finish thisââ His voice cuts off in a choked gasp as you wrap your lips around his tip and take him deep.
Heâs only half-hard at first, but the second your warm, wet mouth envelops him, you feel him twitch and swell rapidly against your tongue. His dick thickens fast, growing heavier and harder with every slow suck, the veins pulsing as blood rushes in. You can feel him getting fully erect in your mouth, stretching your lips wider, the head nudging deeper toward your throat as he hardens completely. The way he throbs and fills out so quickly makes you moan softly around him.
You suck him slowly at first, tongue swirling around the head, savoring the way he twitches and grows even stiffer in your mouth. âFuckâŚâ he whispers, one hand dropping to grip your hair. His other hand stays on the keyboard, fingers trembling as he tries to keep typing. âYouâre gonna get me in trouble.â
You hum around him, taking him deeper, hollowing your cheeks. His hips twitch up involuntarily, pushing more of his now rock-hard length into your warm mouth. His breathing grows ragged, glasses slipping down his nose as he fights to stay focused.
Every time you swirl your tongue or suck harder, he lets out these soft, broken little sounds, half-moans, half-whimpers â that make you even wetter. He looks so cute like this: flushed cheeks, messy hair, trying so hard to be a responsible boyfriend while you sucks him off under his desk.
When he finally comes, itâs with a quiet, shaky groan, hips stuttering as he spills down your throat. You swallow every drop, gently licking him clean while he pants above you. He pulls you up into his lap afterward, kissing you, tasting himself on your tongue. His arms wrap around you tightly, face buried in your neck.
âYouâre evil,â he mumbles, voice hoarse. âIâm never gonna finish this project now.â You just smile and kiss his cheek.
18+ He loves when you make out with his tip. ââ§Â°đ˛Öźđ˘
Youâre kneeling between his spread thighs, the room quiet except for his ragged breathing. His length is thick and heavy in your hand, flushed dark and already leaking. You lean in and start slow, pressing soft, warm kisses right to the swollen head, letting your lips linger there like youâre kissing his mouth. He groans low, one hand gently cupping the back of your head. âFuck, babyâŚâ His voice is wrecked already. âJust like that.â
You smile against him and kiss him again, deeper this time. Your lips part, tongue sliding out to swirl around the sensitive tip, tasting the salty bead of pre-cum that keeps leaking for you. You make out with it lazily â open-mouthed, wet kisses, sucking gently on the head before pulling back to kiss it again, over and over.
Every time your tongue flicks across his slit, his hips twitch, and he lets out a shaky moan. You keep going, treating just the tip like itâs the only thing that matters, kissing, licking, sucking softly while your hand strokes the rest of his length.
Heâs breathing hard now, fingers lightly resting on your shoulder, but he never pushes. He just watches you with dark, hazy, loving eyes, completely lost in the sight of you making out with his arousal. âYouâre so fucking perfect,â he whispers, voice hoarse. âLook at you⌠kissing me like you love it more than anything.â
You hum happily around him and take the head back into your mouth, sucking a little harder while your tongue swirls. He groans louder, thighs tensing around you as pleasure builds.
He doesnât last long after that. With a moan of your name, he spills across your tongue in thick, hot pulses. You keep kissing and licking him through it, gentle and sweet, until heâs trembling and pulling you up into his arms.
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mdni 18+ - men who can't cum unless you're looking in their eyes
Heâs got you pinned beneath him, hips rolling slow and deep, every thrust measured like heâs savoring the drag of your walls around him. His forehead rests against yours, breaths mingling, but he doesnât close his eyes, not even for a second.
âStay with me,â he whispers, voice cracking on the edge of a plea. One hand cups your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek, keeping your face tilted exactly where he needs it. âDonât look away. Please.â
You can feel how close he is; his dick twitching inside you, his hips stuttering, his abs clenching tight, but he holds back, trembling, waiting. His pupils are blown wide behind the damp fringe of his lashes, locked on yours as if youâre the only thing tethering him to earth. âLook at me when you come,â you murmur, voice soft but steady.
His rhythm breaks, sharp, desperate thrusts, and then heâs spilling with a choked, broken sound, eyes never leaving yours. Tears gather at the corners, spilling over as he pulses inside you, hips jerking helplessly while he stares like heâs drowning in your gaze. He doesnât blink until the last shudder leaves him.
Only then does he let his forehead drop to your shoulder, breathing ragged, arms wrapping tight around you like heâs afraid youâll disappear if he lets go. âThank you,â he mumbles against your skin, voice thick and wrecked. âNeeded to see you⌠needed you to see me.â
You stroke his hair, feeling the way he still trembles in your arms, soft and undone. He stays buried inside you a little longer, just breathing, just lookingâmaking sure youâre still there, still real, still his.
18+ He loves when you make out with his tip. ââ§Â°đ˛Öźđ˘
Youâre kneeling between his spread thighs, the room quiet except for his ragged breathing. His length is thick and heavy in your hand, flushed dark and already leaking. You lean in and start slow, pressing soft, warm kisses right to the swollen head, letting your lips linger there like youâre kissing his mouth. He groans low, one hand gently cupping the back of your head. âFuck, babyâŚâ His voice is wrecked already. âJust like that.â
You smile against him and kiss him again, deeper this time. Your lips part, tongue sliding out to swirl around the sensitive tip, tasting the salty bead of pre-cum that keeps leaking for you. You make out with it lazily â open-mouthed, wet kisses, sucking gently on the head before pulling back to kiss it again, over and over.
Every time your tongue flicks across his slit, his hips twitch, and he lets out a shaky moan. You keep going, treating just the tip like itâs the only thing that matters, kissing, licking, sucking softly while your hand strokes the rest of his length.
Heâs breathing hard now, fingers lightly resting on your shoulder, but he never pushes. He just watches you with dark, hazy, loving eyes, completely lost in the sight of you making out with his arousal. âYouâre so fucking perfect,â he whispers, voice hoarse. âLook at you⌠kissing me like you love it more than anything.â
You hum happily around him and take the head back into your mouth, sucking a little harder while your tongue swirls. He groans louder, thighs tensing around you as pleasure builds.
He doesnât last long after that. With a moan of your name, he spills across your tongue in thick, hot pulses. You keep kissing and licking him through it, gentle and sweet, until heâs trembling and pulling you up into his arms.
Űśŕ§ nsfw | your man loves when you fuck him back
You're on all fours, back arched deep as he fucked you from behind in a steady, punishing rhythm. The grip of his hands on your hips was tight, fingers digging into your skin while he drove into you over and over, hitting that perfect spot with every thrust. Youâd been taking it beautifully, moaning into the sheets, letting him control the pace. But tonight you wanted more.
Bracing your arms, you started pushing back against him, meeting every thrust with a roll of your hips. The second you started fucking him back, slamming your ass against his pelvis, taking him deeper, matching his rhythm, he let out a raw, broken groan. âShit⌠baby,â he growled, voice thick with surprise and lust.
You didnât stop. Every time he drove forward, you pushed back just as hard, fucking yourself on him like you couldnât get enough. The wet slap of skin on skin grew louder, filthier. He stilled for a moment, letting you work yourself on him, savoring the way you were eagerly bouncing back. He loved it.
You could feel it in how much harder he got inside you, in the way his fingers flexed on your hips like he was barely holding himself together. âFuck yes,â he rasped, voice low and rough. âThatâs it⌠fuck me back. Just like that.â
Encouraged, you kept pushing, grinding, and slamming back onto him, giving as good as you got. He quickly matched your energy, thrusting harder, pushing into you deeper, one hand sliding up your back to grip your shoulder for leverage as the two of you moved together in a messy, desperate rhythm.
âGod, I love when you fuck me back,â he groaned, leaning over you so his chest pressed against your back, breath hot on your neck. âYou feel so fucking good like this.â
The two of you kept moving like that â frantic, sweaty, and perfectly in sync, until your legs started shaking and his thrusts turned erratic. With a deep groan, he buried himself to the hilt one last time, holding you tight against him as he came hard, your own orgasm crashing over you while you kept pushing back, milking every last drop from him.
Clark Kent isnât really a fan of doggy style. He much prefers positions where he can see your face and admire you as heâs making you fall apart. Missionary, cowgirl, against the wall, on top of the counter, on the floorâŚthe possibilities are endless.
He doesnât just wanna fuck you. He wants to make love to you. He was taught that sex is what people do when theyâre truly fully in love. To be quite literally naked physically but also emotionally and Clark took that to heart.
ButâŚhe has to admit theres one position that has his head spinning that his ma would probably shake her head at. But he canât help it. He is after all just a man. Maybe not a human man but god when he hears those cries and feels your cunt wrapped around him he might as well be as weak as one.Â
Youâre flat on your stomach, hands clawing at the sheets as Clarkâs arm gently wraps around your head. A firm reminder of his presence. As if his dick pounding into you wanât enough. Heâs holding himself up with the other hand. Making sure he doesnât crush you with his other worldly strength. His hips are punishing in their movements. Hard and slow, like heâs carving his name into your cunt.
Normally he likes watching your face as he makes you feel good but with this position he can hear your whimpers and moans so much clearer. His face is pressed to the side of yours, his nose smushed against your cheek. Pretty filth spilling from his lips as he praises you and your body for responding so well to him.
Making such sweet noises honey
You feel so good, squeezing me so tight mâafraid you need to relax baby
Making a mess on the sheets hm? Thatâs okay Iâll take care of it just let go on my dick.
He has no idea the kind of effect he truly has on you but based on the way your thighs are shaking and your nails are digging into his arm, he has some idea.
He likes feeling you go limp in his arms, melting into a puddle and trusting Clark to take care of you. Your brain turning to mush but you know that heâs there and that heâs safe. Perhaps Superman has a small hero complex as the idea makes his cock twitch.
And when hes finally done and spent he presses a soft loving kiss to your temple. Whispering sweet praise over and over as he stays on top of you like a warm, comforting, loving blanket.
having ryomen sukuna as your boyfriend is like having your own six foot four two hundred thirty pound body guard and you absolutely love it.
âseatbelt.â heâll say when you hop into the passenger seat of his truck and immediately go to fix your mascara in the mirror instead of ensuring your own safety.
âis your location on?â heâll ask as youâre actively using his forearm as a support beam to hurriedly slip on a pair of dangerously high heels so you can meet your friends waiting outside.
âwhen i call ân check up on you, you answer, got it? yâknow iâll come find you if you donât.â heâll kiss into the crook of your fragrance oiled neck before you leave.
and whenever youâre in public with him you can literally just turn your brain off, because why would you need to think when your boyfriend can do it for you?
like when youâre strolling outside on a summer day, features illuminated gorgeously by the sunâs golden rays. lips freshly glossed and phone held out in front of your face as you try to get the angle right for your selfies. just as you go to snap the picture you distractedly take a step towards the asphalt to cross the street without looking, only to get photobombed by a large hand reaching out, palming your forehead like a basketball and pulling you back onto the sidewalk.
or how about when youâre tugging him through the mall and on your way to your seventh store, your shopping bags laddered up his left arm and your arm looped around his right, dainty finger tips brushing against the slightly raised lines of his tattoos as he follows your lead and listens to you go on and on about whatever the fuck.
and youâre just strutting beside him without a worry in the world in one of those skimpy little skirts he absolutely fucking despises (but paid for anyway) when your lip gloss accidentally slips from between your manicured hands and clatters onto the ground.
as soon as sukuna hears you go âoops!â heâs already stepping behind you to shield your backside from view with his body because youâre bending right over to pick it up without even thinking about who you might flash, or whoâs ass he might have to beat for looking too hard. and as the ever yearning man he hates to admit he is, he canât help but let his head weigh down a bit to selfishly steal a glance at those pretty pink panties youâre wearing and lick his lips at how deliciously they cling to your cunt.
heâs suddenly grateful for your shopping addiction, as he can now use one of your many bags to hide the bulge tightening within his pants as the two of you continue walking. maybe that skirt isnât so bad, he thinks.
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Sometimes you and Joel have a fight. Sometimes hes just mad at you.
Unfortunately (or fortunately?) The number one thing that helps get his energy out and calm him down.... is eating your pussy.
So even though youre both fuming, you cross your arms over your chest and look up at the ceiling. Meanwhile Joel is buried nose deep in your cunt, eating and sucking quietly. His forehead is dipped low so he doesn't have to look at you either.
Eventually you check the clock: time for Joel to make you dinner. You're about to raise your voice, but he seemingly can tell (probably from how your abdomen clenches whenever you're about to speak.)
He throws his pointer finger up to silence you. The man wasnt looking to have your interrupt his one on one session with his other lady that didn't piss him off today.
Finally you clear your throat again.
Joel grumbles but resurfaces. He wipes your juices staining his lips and mustache sloppily before standing. "Dont get up," he tells you without looking you in the eye. "M'not finished with her." He nods towards your spread open pussy.
Joel tucks his hard on back in his pants before hoisting them up entirely and zipping. You hadn't realized hed been grinding into the matress while eating you up.
Joel Dealing with His Girlfriend (pre-wifey): Milestone
Joel x F!Reader
Set when Joel and reader are still dating
Warnings: Talking about soft dicks. Joel goes to pound town. multiple orgasms. fucking until unconscious.
18+ ONLY
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A typical Saturday evening with your boyfriend usually involved you reading in bed while your aforementioned boyfriend hugged your abdomen and rested. Joel is coddled up against your stomach, breathing deeply into your shirt. His face smothered in your scent and touch. Body lax, breathing deep and steady. One leg tossed over your calf. Sometimes youâd run your fingers through his fluffy messy tuff of hair, earning low purrs from deep within his chest. He'd nuzzle his nose against your tummy with a soft grin.
It suddenly dawned on you.
You put your book down , accidentally smacking his head where he let out an 'oomf' into your stomach.
âWhy have I never seen you soft before?â you ask.
Joel had started getting used to these kinds of questions from you. Something told him early on this is likely what life with you would be like, so might as well get used to it. He barely reacted aside from casually grumbling into your body: âSânever a time where you nâ me in the same room, and ya lookinâ at my dick, and it wouldn't be hard.â
But that wasnât good enough for you. âThat canât be true. Roll over right now.â
But Joel didnât budget.
So you used your surprising leg strength and flipped him like a pancake.
Joel tossed over easily, but the way your eyes laser beamed down at his crotch made him cover the area sheepishly with the pillow.
You saw it anyway, the clear print tent on his front jutting out.
âAre you hard right now??â You ask in disbelief.
âWhen ya lookinâ at me like that? Of course I am!â He retorts defensively, shifting his hardened dick to a more comfortable, more discrete location without his trousers.
âIâm not lookin at you any different way.â
âEvery look ya give me makes me hardâŚâ he admits. His ears turned red.
âBut... When will I be able to see it softâŚâ you draw your eyes into a cute pout.
Joel rolls his eyes. âWhen Iâm dead probably. I can't stay soft when Iâm with you.â
âSo youâre just walking around with a boner all day every day?â
âNo. Itâs only after I get to see you.âÂ
You suck your cheek in, looking away. You donât want him to notice the unavoidable grin plastered on your face from his open and unashamed confession.
You tap your finger on your book for a moment.
"I want to see it soft," you declare.
Joel lets out a chuckle. "Never gonna happen."
"I've known you for a year. I have to know. its like. A milestone. Or something..."
He raises his brow.
You double down. "'Or something', I said! Its a thing. Look it up." When he doesn't relent, you get up on your knees, tossing the book aside. "What do I have to do to make it soft."
Joel laughs, leaning back with one hand behind his head. "You know, there you have been in the same room as me when i've been soft many times, babygirl. Always the same situation."
"Why don't I remember??"
"Cus you're always too fucked out droolin' in the sheets by then," he says cockily.
Something about his smug sexy grin riles you up, and you quickly find yourself straddling atop him.
His hands instinctively seek purchase on your thighs, stroking them up and down while his eyes racked up and down the gorgeous sight of you on top of him. "This ain't helpin' ya get any closer to seein' the 8th wonder of the world..." He hums. To emphasize his point, he drags your clothed mound against his bulge.
It made your insides warm and fuzzy for a moment, your brain slipping into that dizzy realm of pleasure. The one that makes you sway and melt, do whatever the hell Joel wants, and sleep so good afterwards--
No! you were determined to see that thing floppin' around like a deflated wet balloon, even if it was the last thing you saw!
"I need you to get soft."
"Its too late. Im rock hard."
"Make it go backwards!"
"Cant go backwards. Only go forward. Care to find out?" He teases with a smirk. Joel sucks his lower lip as he slowly starts a steady rhymth, rocking you in place, his feet planted a little more firmly so you had no chance of escaping.
You let out a low whine. The only way out, was through. For as long as Joel knew you, you never backed out of a challege.
You also never really win at these things... but he loved how that fact never stopped you.
1 hour later...
The most desperate, pained, pleasurable croak you could muster gets muffled into the betsheets as you bite down on the fabric.
"Ah huh. How ya doin' sweatpea?" Joel huffs. Powerful hips drive into your ass repeatedly, his hands gripping your waist like he meant to leave bruises there. Each thrust sent your forehead scraping forward against the mattress. It took all your night not to fall off the side of the bed.
This fucker! you thought. How the fuck does he do this?
Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he expertly angles his cock down, smacking your g spot repeatedly.
Like always, you'd lost count of your orgasms. Like always, you stopped using coherent words and instead resorted to babbling whines to communicate. and Like always, Joel wasn't anywhere near slowing down.
"I ain't hear you, baby." He lays his body closer to yours, chest top your back, slotting against you like a mould. Slow, deep, method rolls keeps his tip planted deep inside you.
He was so solid inside your body. Outside your body. all over you, all of him. His scent, his taste, his touch. Intoxicating and addicting over and over again.
That fucker!
You could feel his breath tickle your as he whispers: "You still waitin' to see it soft?"
Thirty minutes ago you would have ground your teeth and stuck it out with your middle finger up, ass even higher, and mind set to the sky.
But now?
Now you just hummed stupidly, eyes blurry with tears, and brain so switched off, its a miracle you could ever form a thought.
It took less than 20 minutes from that before you were face planted, unconscious in his pillow, a drooling sight he never got tired of.
Joel laid back next to you. He sighed heavily, body ablaze with sweat. You didn't notice it, but he had cum three times, and he was beat. That was usually his max, granted he had saved all week until he could get his hands on you. He was patient like that, waiting for when you'd be in the mood, and not pouncing on ya. Sex was better when you were a stubborn, determined little thing.
But he was exhausted. and true to his word, his cock sagged tiredly against his lower belly.
Joel raises his brow before brushing the hair from your face. If there was a chance you were awake to peak it, you would have shown sign of being alive right now. Instead, despite his best effort to poke your cheek awake, you snored deeply. A well earned rest.
A chuckle escapes his chest. "So much for milestones," he says to himself. He doesn't stop brushing your hair gently from your face. His thumb grazing the soft expanse of your cheek.
"My girl," he hums softly.
He remembered the first time you slept at his place over a year ago, and the thought of waking up to you like this every day plagued his mind.
Its the same thought that tumbles through his mind as he rolls the little velvet box in his hand. He keeps flicking it open, then closed, and the beautiful diamond ring flashes at him repeatedly.
"Whatdda think? You gonna like it?" He asks to your unconscious body, presenting the ring.
you let out an even louder snore.
"Yeah. let's hope that's a yes."
Joel tucks the ring back in his bedside drawer. Not today.
Some day.
Then, the thought dawned on him. A terrible, awful, unthought of one that could thwart that dream from every happening.
What if you said no, all because you never saw him soft???