jaclyn

warnings: 18+, manipulation (duh), public sex, creampie

“c’mon mama,” michael groans, tugging at your skirt. “lemme feeeeel you.” his hands running up and down your body.

“michael..” you whisper, the library quiet as you try to keep the attention off of you two. his hand slides higher up your thigh, fingers teasing the edge of your skirt. you whimper, pressing your lips together hard.

"shh," he murmurs against your ear, "be a good girl." his fingers slip under your skirt and slide beneath the waistband of your panties, pressing against your already soaked folds.

he breathes against your ear, two fingers slipping between your lips without warning.

you put your hand over your mouth, a moan creeping out. “s-stop.” you grab his hand, taking it out of your panties before turning around to face him.

“michael, there’s people in here!” you whisper yell at him, while fixing your panties and skirt. your legs trembling slightly and your pussy aching. he looks down at you, a smug smile plastered on his face.

he brings his glistening fingers up to his mouth, his eyes never leaving yours, he pops them into his mouth. his tongue twirls around his two fingers, tasting every drop of you. “mmm,” he groans, “taste so’ good ma.” (ugh, you can’t stay mad at that..)

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“fuuuckk,” michael moans, your legs on his shoulders as he thrusts into you. your back pressed against the cold porcelain of the library sink.

he rolls his hips slow, dragging every inch of his cock out before pushing back in deeper then before. you grab onto his arms, desperate and needy. your eyes starting to roll back.

"mmph-please-" you moan. "please what?", his voice low and mocking. he stops thrusting completely, leaving you empty and aching. "finish the thought, baby”

"please- fuck," you sob, “more, w-want more.” his lips curl into a cocky smirk, “good girl.” he slams into you once more, his dick filling you up all the way.

your legs shake violently over his shoulders, a broken cry leaving your throat. “such’ a desperate little thing” he groans, grip tightening on your hips. he slams into you harder, watching you fall apart underneath him.

his thrusts get deeper and rougher, slamming into you with wet thrusts that echo off the tiny bathroom walls. your pussy clenches around him, his dick twitching inside of you. "g’nna fill you up, mama.” he pants, fingers digging into your hips hard enough to bruise.

your tits bounce with each thrust until finally he buries himself deep inside of you. hot cum filling up your core, leaking out of you.

he slowly pulls out of you, cum dripping out more onto the bathroom floor. his dick still hard and painful. “mm, look so sexy with my cum drippin’ outta you, baby.” he murmurs, his hands rubbing against your thighs.

your legs still shaking as he helps you off the sink, handing you your soaked panties. he pats your head as you get dressed, makeup smeared (but he doesn’t care) as leads you out of the bathroom, you swear everyone is looking at you as you two walk out to the car.

i’m sorry again, i love you all and im so so thankful for all of the incredible support ive been getting. im at 200 followers so thank you for that!

hi baby!!! smut is kind of tricky and the best piece of advice i can give is to be into what you are writing. write about things you find attractive

and secondly, be descriptive think about whatever body part you are describing and write it down. i always have two tabs open when i write of my rough draft and then my final (or like a notes app)

it comes to you eventually and don’t be shy to publish and ask for constructive criticism!! it really helps you grow and learn more.

i would love love love to see your writing so if you ever feel confident enough to publish pm me and i will love to read and help some more.

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warnings: 18+, nasty nasty nasty, blowjob, choking, degradation, manipulation, and more

“swallow m’ whole,” michael groans, pushing your head down further on his cock. “gonna cum down that pretty throat.” his legs spreading more so he could push your head down harder.

your hands lay on his thighs, trying to keep yourself up but oh no mikey doesn’t like that. “stop tryn’ get up.” he groans, slamming your head back down to the base of his cock. “not done til’ i say.”

he throws his head back as you choke on his dick, whimpering everytime you gag on him. he grabs a handful of your hair, pulling you off of him just so he can take a look at your ruined face.

his dick twitching and oozing above you, “spit on it, mama” you prop yourself up using his thighs, and slowly let the spit fall onto his swollen tip. he whimpers and his grip on your hair tightens.

“mm look at y’” he mocks, “such a nasty girl f’ my cock” he looks down at you, his brown eyes full of lust. you look down, but not before a hand meets your chin and forces you to look up to him.

“say it.” he demands, “s-say what?” your voice comes out soft a complete contrast from his. “tell me how bad y’ want mikey’s dick.” your chin hurting from his grip.

“s-so bad-” you start, bringing your mouth back to his pulsing dick. “p-please, mikey.” your tongue slides up and down his cock, groans and curses leaving his mouth.

"come on, baby," michael purrs, his voice low and commanding. "use that pretty little mouth of yours to worship my dick like you should." he pushes against your mouth, trying to thrust deeper inside.

his breath comes out in short, sharp pants as he fucks your mouth. his grip on your hair tightens, pulling you closer as he thrusts deeper. you can feel the head of his cock hitting the back of your throat with each movement.

"look up at me while you suck it," he commands. you obey, tilting your head back as you continue to bob your head on his length. he groans when he sees the tears streaming down your face and the spit dripping from your lips.

his dick hits the back of your throat over and over, making you choke and gag around him. spit and precum mix together, dripping down your chin and onto your tits.

michael groans deeply as your tongue works over his dripping slit, before he pushes you head back down to take more of him, "yeah, take it deeper," he mutters, watching your eyes water as you choke around him. "look at you, so good f’ me.”

with one hard thrust, he buries himself balls deep in your throat and comes hard, pumping hot ropes of cum directly down your throat. he holds your head in place, forcing you to swallow every last drop as he groans, “atta girl…”

my biggest tip would to be write what you would like to see or your own personal interests because i know for sure there is someone out there with the same interests as you. if you’re writing and it’s boring you then it won’t be full of much personality.

and second don’t be scared, my account is pretty much unknown and i know people don’t know me, if that helps you. if you’re scared about how people will react to your writing or smut, i recommend publishing and then staying off of tumblr for a little (yes i do this….) or you can stay and constantly check the notifications to each there own ofc.

warnings: 18+, p in v, manipulation, this might be the nastiest thing i’ve ever wrote (oops), very descriptive, creampie, idk even more so read at ur own risk..

“oh baby, fuck” he groans, slamming you into the headboard after being gone on tour for far far too long.

his long fingers grip around your throat, not hard enough to choke, but hard enough to force you to look at him. “love hearing your pussy, mama”

every time he slams into you, wet, disgusting, sounds come out of not only your mouth but your pussy.

the mix of cum and your juices mixing together creates the most nasty sound and the best lube.

your pussy sore from the amount of times he’s thrusted into you. your tight little hole now a perfect fit for his big cock.

your legs begin to shake and you cry out, “c-can’t take it-” but he doesn’t care (awh so sad..) you’re his own personal hole. and all the stress from the tours is getting taken out on you.

“been waiting so long f’ you,” he groans, slamming into you once more, “can’t give me this one thing?” his tone not soft, but condescending. he knows you’ll give him what he wants, and what he wants is you.

he brings one of his hands down, and starts sloppily playing with your clit, “cmon’ cum f’ me mama,” even though you’ve already finished twice!

the satisfaction he gets from seeing your eyes roll back, drool forming on the corners of your mouth, and your lips puffy and pouting is almost enough to make him cum inside you twenty more times.

he pulls out, just to watch your pussy clench onto nothing but the air. your hole desperate for him again. cum dripping out of you before he slams right back into you, watching your eyes roll back so far it looks like it hurts.

“so good t’ me, baby” he groans, fingers now tighter around your throat as his own eyes start to roll back. your pussy tight around his dick just drives him crazy.

he brings his hands down to hold your waist tight, keeping you still as he slams into you once more. hard enough to leave bruises on him and you (ouch.) “g’nna make this hole all mines,” he huffs, “all mines forever, babygirl.”

he leans down to press sloppy kisses on your neck, nibbling and licking every where he can. he then brings one of his hands to a tit, rolling your nipple in between his fingers before leaning down more to pop it in his mouth.

his tongue flicking hard against it, broken moans leave your mouth as you try and take everything. “mm, taking me so good,” he groans against you, “givin’ me what i deserve, such’ a good girl”

after he’s done, he falls on top of you. his sore dick still deep inside you, twitching uncontrollably. hot cum seeps out from your hole. only god knows how many times he came in you. 

pairings: michael jackson x fem!reader

contains: sexual themes, p in v, childhood bestfriends, michael calls reader ‘baby’ and ‘mama’, slight degradation, smut

1982

hand in hand, the both of you walked through the dimly lit parking lot. twirling and spinning as michael held one of your hands in the air. your skirt flowing in the cold night wind.

“cmon’ girl, show em what you got” he teased, earning a giggle out of you.

you let go of his hand, and turned to face him. “well thank you,” you bowed, “i love all of my fans.”

he scoffed loudly, “pfffftt, me a fan of you?”

“mhm.” you paused, “my biggest.”

he laughed, before opening the car door for you. “okay then, m’lady.”

you turned to him, “m’lady?” you questioned. he smirked, “you heard me.”

turning back to the car, you got in as he closed the door behind you. walking to the other side of the car before getting in.

“home?” he asked, looking at you as he started the car. you sucked your teeth, “can’t i go to yours?”

he rolled his eyes playfully, before putting the car in reverse and pealing out of the parking lot.

click

the front door unlocked as you two slowly crept inside, michael quietly shutting the door behind you. he pointed up the stairs his finger on his mouth, gesturing for you to be quiet.

you headed up the stairs, michael walking slowly behind you. the night stars through the window the only think illuminating the house.

you both walked into his bedroom, as he shut the door as quietly as he could. you headed straight to your favorite spot on his bed, kicking off your flats and laying down.

he looked over at you, before setting down his keys and wallet on his desk.

“you act like you own the place.”

“i do not.” you snapped back.

“you do.”

“not.”

he sighed, walking over to you and sitting down next to you.

he looked stressed, his eyes having slight bags under them, his hands fidgeting slightly. “what’s up?” you asked, taking one of his hands into yours.

he shook his head, laying back, resting his head on the headboard. “nothing.”

“something.” you used your free hand to grab his chin, forcing him to look at you.

he smiled softly, looking deeply at your face before pulling away.

“i’m just stressed.” he ran one of his hands through his curls, “work, parents, public.”

you squeezed his hand softly, “can i help with anything?” your voice quiet and reassuring.

he looked at you again, his eyes full of something you couldn’t quite grasp. “no, y/n, you do enough for me.”

“are you sure?”

“yes.”

“i can help you with, anything.”

he went quiet, his mind leading him places he didn’t want to go. shaking his head once more, “no y/n, seriously.”

you subtly began to run your fingers across his hand, and up his arm. “please, michael, let me help.”

goosebumps formed on him as your soft fingers traced every vein on his arm.

he pulled his arm away, “what ‘re you doing?”

you moved closer on the bed, your knees touching his thighs slightly now.

you get up, slowly lifting your leg so you are now on his lap straddling him. you rest your hands on his chest looking down at him.

he doesn’t say anything, or stop you. his hands finding their way to your waist.

“can i help you now?” you ask, leaning down, your lips hovering over his.

he nods slowly, before closing the space inbetween you two. his lips press hard against yours, like he needs this, he’s been waiting for this.

his hands stay still on your hips, gripping you harder as the kiss got messier.

you begin to move slowly, grinding against him.

“please, mama, i need more.” he brings his hands down to his belt, struggling to unbuckle it.

as he gets it off, he lifts himself up and pulls down his pants slowly. his bulge pressed against his boxers.

you bring your hand to his bulge, pressing down slowly, small whimpers leave his mouth.

“give me more, please.” he whines, pushing down his boxers to expose his hard dick.

you sit up, sliding your panties to the side. michael lifts up your skirt, watching you do so.

“atta’ girl.” he whispers, eyes following as you hover your pussy over his ready dick.

you slowly begin to lower down, his tip entering you. “m-michael.” you cry, the sudden contact breaking you.

“so fucking tight f’ me, hm?” he grab your waist, pushing you down onto him more.

you moan, his length stretching you out in all the right places.

"fuckkk baby," he groans, tilting his head back, “taking me so good.”

you whimper softly as your body adjusts to his size, your walls tight around him.

he begins to lift your hips slowly, making you to slide up and down his length.

you let out a broken moan, your thighs trembling as you start to roll your hips, grinding down against him.

he groans, “fuck, yeah baby... just like that" he mutters, his grip on your waist tightening.

he pulls you down to his chest. "gotta feel you," he murmurs against your neck, teeth grazing your skin. "can feel how wet you are every time i move."

he wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you as close as humanly possible as he buries himself deep inside you.

broken groans leave his mouth, his face buried deeper in your neck.

“i can’t-” you cried out, tears forming as he thrusted deep again.

“t-take me-” he choked out quietly, slamming his hips into you once more “f-fuck take me all.”

his grip tightened painfully on your waist, as hot cum filled you up completely. you clenched around him one more time, your own release following.

both of you sat there for a minute, trying to catch your breath.

michael rubbed tiny circles on your back slowly, placing a soft kiss to your ear.

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ofc love🥹

sweet (oneshot)

pairing: michael jackson x fem!reader

contains: sexual themes, oral fem!receiving, sub!michael, overstim, michael calls reader ‘mama’, and ‘angel’.

1983

“like this, mama?” michael says, circling his tongue around your clit. moans spill out of your mouth, your hand tightly gripping his curls, “f-fuck yes, michael, keep going”

he kitten licks your pussy, your legs starting to shake. quiet whimpers leave his mouth as you clench your thighs against his head. “y-you taste so good, angel” he groans, licking up all of you.

“s-shut up, and keep g-going.” you moan, pushing his head deeper into your pussy. his moans vibrate against your clit, your eyes rolling back.

he keeps going, sucking and teasing your clit. “m-michael, f-fuck-” your head tilting back, “s-stop” he keeps going, sucking your clit hard.

as you finish, your legs clench him hard again. “mm m-more mama, please” he moans, face deep in your pussy. you push his head away, but he stays still his tongue deep inside your folds.

your eyes roll back, legs shaking uncontrollably “p-please michael” his tongue twirls around your clit once more before latching onto it again.

he groans against you, your hands pushing his head away. he looks up at you, his face soaking “y-you taste so good angel.” his brown eyes scanning all over your pouting face.

he then looks down at his pants, “shit.” , before back up at you. “what?” you ask, still out of breath. he stands up slowly infront of you, before your burst out laughing. a visable wet spot is on his crotch.

pairing: michael jackson x fem!reader

contains: sexual themes, phone sex, jerking off, michael calls reader ‘mama’ , ‘baby’ , ‘angel’

1982

it was finally quiet.

the screaming crowds were gone, the stage lights had faded, and all that was left was the quiet hum of the air conditioner and the lonely feeling that always hit michael the second he was by himself again.

he was stretched out across the bed in nothing but a white shirt and a pair of gray sweatpants, the sheets tangled around his legs. one arm was tapping his thigh impatiently, while the other was holding the hotel phone.

“c‘mon baby,” he whispered, his voice soft and tired. “answer the phone.” the line kept ringing. he sighed, his grip of the phone getting tighter as he longed for your voice on the other side.

click

“hello?” your voice came out small and tired, his face lighting up immediately from your voice. “hey, mama.” you let out a soft laugh, realizing who it was.

“michael, it’s almost one in the morning.” he sighed on the other end, “i know,” he paused, “but i missed you.” you smiled, holding the phone close to you, the distance between you two killing the both of you.

“baby..” you whispered quietly. “i thought about you all day.” he started again, “i’m so needy without you.” he whined.

you shifted in your bed, listening to him more. “i know, i miss you so much.” he hummed in reply, “you don’t know how bad i’ve missed the feeling of your skin.” he whispered.

his hand slowly moving down, as he palmed himself through his sweatpants. “michael?” he groaned softly hearing your voice, “yeah, angel?” he answers, still touching himself softly.

“how much have you missed me?” you asked, listening to him groan quietly on the other end. “s-so much, mama, you don’t understand” he said, his dick hard and needy.

you hummed, “hmm, prove it.” he laughed softly, before answering “how can i prove it to you, baby?” “let me hear how bad you miss me.”

he moaned, the control driving him crazy. “oh mama, it hurts, my dick hurts so bad please.” he whined, his pants getting tighter by the second. “touch yourself then.” you answered, firm but softly.

that was all he needed, he slipped his hand into his sweatpants and began to rub his throbbing tip, tiny moans escaping his mouth. you didn’t say anything, just listened.

his hand glided over his dick, going up and down slowly, “angel, talk to me, please.” he whined, his dick still painful even though he was relieving himself. “i’m here michael” you whisper.

you drive him crazy, he starts going faster, groans exiting his lips like crazy. “fuck, baby” his dick throbbed for you. precum leaked down his tip, his fingers sticky and wet.

“keep going michael.” you moan, sending him over the edge, “oh my god, fuck” he moans, his hands moving faster, “please, mama, i’m gonna cum”

you whisper into the phone, “cum for me, michael” he groans at that, as hot cum leaks all over his hands. his dick still throbbing. his breathing heavy as you both sit silent on the phone.

pairing: michael jackson x fem!reader

contains: fluff, michael calls reader ‘angel face’ and ‘mama’

1983

“cmon, mama.” michael says, pushing your hands out of your face, “lemme see your pretty face.” he whines. you straddled his lap, covering your face giggling. “nooo.”

michael giggled, bringing his hand down to tickle your side causing you to pull your hands away from your face. “mm there we go.” he says, bringing up one of his hands to caress your cheek softly.

you smiled when his thumb brushed over your cheek. “you’re so annoying.” you mumbled even though you were smiling. michael laughed and squeezed your waist gently. “and you love me.”

you rolled your eyes. “shut up.” he smirked “make me.” you placed a tiny kiss on his cheek, before looking at him again. “you know, you’re so cute when you get shy.” he grinned.

your cheeks got hotter, and before you could stop yourself, you dropped your face into his shoulder again. “stop.”

“nope,” he said immediately, wrapping his arms tighter around you. he began to rub tiny circles on your back, “i want to see you baby, please?” he whispers quietly in your ear.

after a minute, you lifted your head just enough to look at him. he was already staring at you. “what?” you asked, your cheeks already getting warm again.

“nothing, i just love looking at my angel face.” you groaned and covered your face again. “michael.” he grabbed your wrists before you could hide again, “absolutely not,” he said, holding your hands gently in his. “you’re not doing that again. i wanna look at you.” his thumbs rubbed over your knuckles.

your cheeks burned, and you let out a little groan. “michael, stop,” you whined, even though you were smiling so hard it almost hurt. you tried to look away, but he gently tilted your chin back toward him. his eyes softened, scanning every inch of your face.

“i mean it,” he said quietly, brushing his thumb across your cheek again. “i could look at you forever and still think you’re the most beautiful girl i’ve ever seen.” you laughed shyly and leaned over to hide your face in his shoulder once more.

fingering & dom michael 🙏🙏🙏

pairing: michael jackson x fem!reader

contains: sexual themes, fingering, dom!michael, use of “mama” and “baby”.

1982

it was a cold friday night, and the movie theater was packed. you stood near the entrance, checking your makeup in the reflection of the glass for the hundredth time.

a black car pulled up next to the curb besides you and there he was, michael jackson. you two had been going out for a couple weeks now, but everytime you saw him it gave you the biggest of butterflies.

as he stepped out the car and turned towards you, his face softened, and a huge smile spread across his lips.

“y/n.” he called out, walking towards you with the biggest grin you’d ever seen this man have. “you came,” he said, almost like he still couldn’t believe it. you laughed. “of course i came.”

“you look so pretty,” he said quietly. “i’ve been thinking about you all day.” your cheeks grew warm “really?” he nodded.

“all week actually.” he glanced down shyly, then looked back up at you. “i couldn’t sleep last night because you kept running through my head.” you giggled, “oh stop it.”

he reached for your hand carefully, intertwining his fingers with yours. “after you, m’lady.” he said, extending his hand out towards the theater doors.

as you two walked in together, the soft hum of the popcorn machines, and the slushy maker filled the air. michael held your hand tight, pulling out the two tickets from his pocket before pulling you two towards the booth.

“tickets please.” the worker said, obviously out of habit. michael handed him the tickets, before looking at you and smiling. “enjoy the movie.” he said, stamping them before handing them back to michael.

as you two walked down the hall he turned to you, “are you gonna get scared?” he teased, dragging out his words. “no, of course not” you giggled, covering your face with your free hand.

as you two entered the theater, he held you close, leading you up the stairs right to the back of the theater. “all the way in the back?” you asked, “yep. we can see everything from here!” he smirked, before sitting down.

as the lights dimmed and the movie started, your hands stayed interlinked. around 20 minutes in you felt his hand pull away from yours and glide on your thigh slowly.

you noticed, turning to him to find him already looking back at you. “are you even going to watch the movie?” you asked, “hmm, why would i?” he whispered. his hand moving slightly higher on your thigh.

“michael..” you whispered, he hummed in reply before turning back to the screen. his fingers sprawled out on your thigh. moving his hand up and down slowly, before he starts fidgeting with your skirt.

then, he turns to you whispering “do you know how hard it has been for me to act like a gentleman around you, y/n?” his hand moving now under your skirt, his fingers brushing your panties.

“what are you’ doing michael..” you ask, a sudden wave of heat washing over your core. his thumb rubs your thigh, moving towards your clothed clit.

“feeling you, mama.” he whispers looking down at you, his curls falling into his eyes. he then moves his thumb to push down on your clit. earning a soft moan from you. “shh, we don’t want to interrupt the movie do we?” he teases, adding more pressure just to be a tease.

he starts moving his thumb in tiny circles around your clit, your panties almost soaking. “p-please.” you say, as quietly as you can, little moans leaving your mouth. “please what, mama? use your words.” he leans down towards your ear, lifting his thumb up waiting for a response.

“p-please.. t-touch.” your voice quivering, “mmm, good girl.” he growls, before sliding his hand into your panties. his long fingers feeling all throughout your folds. “so wet for me, hm?” he teases, earning more quiet moans from you.

he brings his two middle fingers down to your entrance, before pushing them inside of you in one quick motion. “f-fuck” you cry out, the sudden movement filling up your whole core. “can you take it?” he asks, still facing the movie.

“y-yes” you manage to get out, as he begins pumping his fingers in and out of you. “your’so tight f’ me, mama.” he groans, a tiny moan leaving his mouth as he curls his fingers inside of you.

you moan, before he brings his free hand up to your mouth, silencing you from making anymore noises. “shh, baby, quiet for me.” he coos, curling his fingers inside of you once more. your moans are muffled against his hand, his grip against your face tightening.

all you can hear is the movie, and the sounds of your pussy each time he pushes his fingers in and out of you. “you gonna’ finish for me, mama?” he groans, his movements becoming faster. “go on, make a mess on these fingers.”

your legs shake as you squirt on his two fingers. he pulls away, leaving you empty and throbbing. bringing his hand up to his mouth sucking on his fingers, groaning at your sweet taste in his mouth.