₊˚ ⋅ ۶ৎ Pairings: Michael x black!reader
₊˚ ⋅ ۶ৎ Contains: PWNP, Mature era, explicit content, strong language, fingering, making out, pussy slapping(patting technically), super quick write, age gap(not stated but like…I imagined that)
₊˚ ⋅ ۶ৎ Summary: Idk I was inspired by this video: here (MAJOR NSFW WARNING)
₊˚ ⋅ ۶ৎ A/n: Just something quick bc it came in my head!
18+ smut
Pairing: dom!mature mike 2000’s era x bratty sub!reader.
Summary: After catching your boyfriend cheating, you run back to Neverland, where you've been working as the nanny for Michael’s kids. Michael uses his calm, dominant authority to pull the truth out of you, promises his lawyers will handle your ex, and takes total control. The built-up sexual tension finally breaks, ending with Michael completely claiming you as his.
18+ smut , mentioning mama, baby, angel , bratty reader , dom!’mike, sub-brattt!reader, a loooot of sexual tention, baby sitter , dirty talk , p in v , fingering, cumming , cheating, age gap , little bit fluff i guess not really , mature mike with plot A LOT MORE !!
The wrought-iron gates of Neverland Ranch swung open, welcoming you to what was supposed to be a temporary three-month nanny gig for Prince, Paris, and Bigi. At twenty-three, you were vibrant, opinionated, and relentlessly bratty—accustomed to whining until you got your way, flouting small rules, and demanding total attention. Yet, beneath the cheekiness, you took genuine care of the kids, which was why Michael tolerated—and secretly adored—your spoiled antics.
The Quiet After-Hours
Every evening, once the children were tucked into bed, your shift technically ended. But you rarely left right away. Instead, you’d trail into the main living room, kicking off your shoes and curling up on the plush sofa beside Michael.
Over steamy mugs of chamomile tea, a deep bond began to form. You found yourself pouring your heart out about your personal life, specifically your stagnant, frustrating relationship.
"He's just so distant, Mike," you complained one night, tossing your head back with a loud, dramatically exaggerated groan. "We barely talk, he ignores my calls, and he treats me like an afterthought!"
Michael sat beside you, impeccably dressed in a loose red silk shirt, his dark eyes fixed on you with an intense, quiet gravity. "Y/N," he said softly, his voice a low, soothing rasp. "He’s no good for you. A man who truly loves a woman doesn't make her feel invisible. You should have left him months ago."
"It's not that simple!" you pouted, crossing your arms and puffing out your chest. "We just bought a house together! The mortgage is in both our names, and breaking that contract is a total nightmare. I'm stuck."
Michael leaned in slightly, his gaze dropping to your lips before locking back onto yours. A dark, calculating flicker passed through his eyes—a quiet patience. He knew the boy was a fool, and he was simply waiting for the inevitable collapse.
"You're never stuck," Michael murmured, his thumb briefly, almost casually, tracing the line of your jaw, leaving your skin tingling long after his hand retreated. "You just need a man who knows how to handle you."
The Arrangement
A few weeks later, Michael called you into his office. He explained that his schedule was about to explode with upcoming tour preparations and late-night studio sessions. He needed you to start sleeping over at the ranch three to four nights a week to keep the children's routine stable.
"Fine," you huffed, leaning against his mahogany desk, twirling a lock of your hair and putting on your usual spoiled routine. "I'll do it. But only if I get the best guest room in the house. The big one right down the hall from your master suite. With the king bed and the balcony. Otherwise, no deal."
Michael chuckled, a smooth, deep sound that vibrated right through you. He stood up, slowly towering over your smaller frame, his mature presence instantly dwarfing your bratty defiance.
"You think you can make demands in my house, do you?" he asked smoothly, stepping so close you had to tilt your head back to look at him. His hand came up, long fingers cupping the back of your neck firmly, holding you in place. "You'll sleep where I put you, little girl. But luckily for you... I already had that exact room prepared for you."
Your heart did a sudden, violent flip against your ribs.
Rising Temperatures
Over the next month, the domestic intimacy between you blurred the lines beyond repair.
One afternoon, Michael called you into his dressing room to help him pick an outfit for a press meeting. You stood there, complaining loudly about his velvet jackets being too formal, when the bathroom door opened. Michael walked out wearing nothing but a white towel wrapped low around his hips, steam billowing out behind him. Droplets of water glistened on his chest and trickled down his stomach.
You froze, your mouth going dry, your bratty attitude completely evaporating. Michael noticed your wide-eyed gaze, a slow, knowing smirk spreading across his lips as he deliberately took his time selecting a shirt right in front of you.
Another morning at 6:00 AM, he requested your presence in his bedroom to discuss the kids' weekend schedule. You opened the door to find him lounging under the silk sheets, bare-chested, wearing only his black drawers.
"Come sit," he commanded softly, patting the edge of the mattress.
You tiptoed over, sitting on the very edge of the bed, intensely aware of his long, muscular legs just inches from yours. As you talked, Michael reached out, casually pulling you back until you were half-reclining against his chest. Late-night conversations quickly turned into long, quiet snuggling sessions on the sofa, his long fingers absentmindedly stroking your hair while your mind raced with unexpressed desire.
The Betrayal
The breaking point arrived on a rainy Thursday night. You drove back to the house you shared with your boyfriend to gather more clothes for your extended stay at Neverland.
You unlocked the front door quietly, only to hear soft giggles coming from the upstairs bedroom. Walking up the stairs, your heart sank into your stomach. You pushed the door open to find your boyfriend in bed with another woman.
No words were exchanged. You didn't scream, nor did you give him the satisfaction of a scene. You simply dropped your house keys on the kitchen counter, grabbed your duffel bag, and drove back through the dark toward Neverland, feeling utterly numb, humiliated, and raw.
When you arrived back at the ranch, you bypassed the main living space entirely. You didn't want to talk to Michael—you felt too exposed, too small. But Michael had heard your car pull up. He knew something was wrong the moment you snuck past his room.
The Confrontation
You retreated to your guest suite, locked the door, and took a long, blistering shower, trying to wash the sight of the betrayal off your skin.
When you stepped out of the bathroom, steam trailing behind you, wrapped tightly in nothing but a plush white bath towel tucked over your chest, your heart stopped.
Michael was sitting right in the center of your king-sized bed.
He had shed his jacket, wearing only a unbuttoned black silk shirt and trousers. His arms were folded, his dark, piercing eyes locked onto you with an absolute, unyielding dominance that made your knees instantly weak.
"Michael..." you gasped, clutching the towel tighter to your chest. "What are you doing in here? I'm tired, I just want to go to sleep."
"Sit down, Y/N," he commanded, his voice dropping into a low, velvety rasp that echoed through the quiet room. It wasn't a request.
"No, Mike, please—"
"I said, sit down," he repeated, his tone so dark and possessively firm that your habitual bratty urge to resist instantly collapsed. Your submissive core took over entirely.
You walked over with trembling legs, sitting on the edge of the mattress, avoiding his eyes.
Michael shifted, moving up behind you. His large, warm hands settled heavily onto your bare shoulders, his long fingers digging subtly into your muscles, locking you right where he wanted you. He leaned down, his breath fanning hot against the shell of your ear.
"You went to that house tonight," Michael whispered, his voice dripping with smooth, manipulative authority. "And you came back looking like someone tore your heart out. Tell me what that little boy did to you, Y/N. You know you can't lie to me. You know I'm not leaving this room until you tell me everything."
A tear slipped down your cheek. "I caught him... with someone else. In our bed."
A heavy, dangerous silence filled the room. You could feel the sudden, fierce heat radiating off Michael’s body. His grip on your shoulders tightened just a fraction, a possessive, dark thrill flashing through his veins.
"Good," Michael murmured raspy into your ear, shocking you. "Good. Because now you finally realize what I've known for three months. You were never his. You were always meant to be mine."
The Claiming
Before you could process his words, Michael’s hand slid from your shoulder down to the front of your towel. With one slow, deliberate tug, he unpinned the tuck. The heavy terrycloth fell to your waist, exposing your bare breasts to the cool air of the room.
You gasped, trying to pull the towel back up out of pure reflex. "Michael—"
"Don't," he commanded softly, catching your wrists in one hand and wrapping his long fingers around them, easily pinning both your hands together behind your back. His grip was an iron vise, completely rendering you helpless. "Look at me, Y/N."
You looked up, breathless, meeting his dark, hooded eyes. The sheer age gap, his decades of authority, and his absolute dominance completely overwhelmed your senses.
"You've been bratty with me for months," Michael purred softly, leaning in until his lips brushed against yours, his breath hot and sweet. "Demanding things. Teasing me. Pushing my patience. You wanted my attention so badly... and now you have every single bit of it. Are you going to be a good girl for me now?"
"Yes, Michael... yes," you whimpered, completely submissive, yielding entirely to his control.
"Say it properly mama," he growled lightly against your lips, his free hand sliding down to cup your breast, his thumb aggressively tracing your erect nipple, making you arch your back with a sharp moan.
"Please, Michael... I'll be good," you whimpered, tears of pleasure welling in your eyes. "I'm yours."
"That's my angel," he hummed darkly.
Michael leaned down, capturing your mouth in a deep, possessive kiss. His tongue slid into your mouth, slick and demanding, claiming you entirely while his hand squeezed your waist, pulling your bare chest flush against his silk shirt. You tasted the warm, sweet scent of him, whimpering softly into his mouth as his hands roamed freely over your exposed skin, marking every inch of you as his.
He pulled back just enough to look down at your flushed face, his breathing heavy and raspy. He released your wrists, using his hands to part your thighs, sliding his fingers down to the damp center between your legs.
"Look at how wet you are for me baby," Michael whispered, his dark voice heavy with filthy praise. His fingers slid effortlessly into your heat, coaxing a loud, helpless moan from your throat. "All that bratty talk, but deep down, you just wanted your boss to take control, didn't you?"
"Yes... oh god, Mike, please!" you sobbed softly, writhing beneath his touch as his fingers set a agonizingly perfect rhythm inside you.
"Shh, quiet now,," he murmured, his thumb rubbing over your swollen clitoris with deliberate, tormenting precision. "Let me show you how a real man treats his woman."
Michael stood up briefly, stripping off his shirt and trousers until he stood fully bare beside the bed. His body was lean, elegant, and powerfully built. He crawled back over you, spreading your legs wide and positioning himself between your thighs.
He rested his full weight over you, his deep brown eyes locking onto yours as he slowly aligned his broad tip with your entrance.
"You're never going back to that house," Michael whispered, his voice dropping into a thick, hypnotic command. "Tomorrow, my lawyers will wipe him out. But tonight... you belong to me."
With one slow, heavy thrust, Michael pushed deep inside you, filling you completely.
You threw your head back, a loud, breathless scream ripping from your throat as your hands flew up to grip his broad shoulders, your nails digging into his skin. The feeling of him—so thick, so mature, stretching you to your absolute limit—sent a violent wave of heat straight down your spine.
"Ah, fuck, mama... you fit me so perfectly," Michael groaned, a rare, filthy slip of his composure slipping out as he began to establish a slow, deep, devastating rhythm.
Every thrust was deliberate and heavy, pounding deep into your sweet spot, making the headboard clatter rhythmically against the wall. He gripped your hips firmly, lifting you to meet each power-packed stroke, refusing to let you escape a single sensation.
"Look at me while I take you baby ," Michael commanded, his voice raspy and breathless.
You opened your heavy eyes, tears of intense pleasure spilling over your cheeks as you looked into his dark, hungry gaze. "Michael... it's too much, I'm going to—"
"Not yet," he growled softly, leaning down to capture your nipple in his mouth, sucking hard while his hips slammed relentlessly against yours. "You hold it for me. You take every inch."
The friction was overwhelming, the wet, desperate sound of your bodies crashing together echoing throughout the vast bedroom. Michael dirty-talked continuously into your ear—telling you how soft you were, how much he had wanted you, how he was going to keep you locked in his bed for days until you forgot your ex's name entirely.
Your submissive body couldn't hold out against his relentless dominance. Within minutes, your walls clamped violently tight around his length, a shattered, screaming climax crashing over you in intense, blinding waves.
Feeling your slick walls pulsing around him pushed Michael over the edge. With a low, guttural groan, he buried himself to the hilt inside you, his hips trembling as he poured his hot, heavy release deep within your core, claiming you entirely.
Afterward, the room was silent save for the heavy, lingering sound of your mingled breathing.
Michael didn't pull away immediately. He rested his heavy frame over you, burying his face in the crook of your neck, pressing sweet, warm kisses against your damp skin. Slowly, he rolled onto his side, pulling you flush against his bare chest and wrapping his long arms around your waist, tucking you safely beneath the warm duvet.
"You're staying right here," Michael whispered softly into your hair, his voice returning to that gentle, familiar warmth, though his possessive grip remained tight. "No more tears. No more bad decisions. You're home now, angel."
Curled against his chest, completely surrendered and deeply content, you closed your eyes and finally drifted off to sleep.
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summary: ☄︎ when you see each other after your break up, you try to get his attention by making him jealous and michael gives it to you
contents: ☄︎ porn very little plot, black!reader, bad era!michael, p in v, oral sex both receive overstimulation, the use of the word slut and daddy, degradation if you squint, dirty talk, orgasm multiple times, throat fucking, use of vibrator, a guy is mentioned with no name, not proofread bc im tired, okay im done
authors note: ☄︎ the smut was 7 pages long so do with that what you will...
i was also struggling so bad with writing this but after deleting and rewriting, we're finally here
you let out a sigh of relief at being back in the comfort of your home.
you haphazardly threw off your heels, sighing at giving your feet some rest before making your way upstairs. when you made it to your room you immediately took off your dress and walked to the bathroom to take a much needed shower.
you wrapped your hair up before stepping in the steaming shower, tension draining from your shoulders as soon as the water hit your skin. you closed your eyes and let the events of the night come back to you.
you went to a charity gala with a guy that was nothing more than a fuck buddy. everyone else you knew was too busy to go with you so he was your only option. you two first started your arrangement a few weeks after you and michael broke up, michael leaving you missing dick–his dick– since your break up, so you need something to scratch it. was he as good as michael? hell no. but he got the work done… enough.
you and michael broke up because michael was, to put it simply, petty. every time you two would get in an argument, he would leave for however long he wanted and then next thing you know, he was on the front cover of some magazine, posted up next to some chick. when you would bring it to his attention, he swore you were being ridiculous and overreacting.
so you being your “overreacting” self, you left him.
it was so messy. things were thrown and words were said that you both didn’t really mean, you guys were just angry. you packed what you could in your suitcase, still arguing with him. you literally wanted to throw the suitcase at his face you were so mad, but at the same time, you wanted to kiss, fuck, and make up because you loved him, but you stood on business. you left your relationship at the door when you went to your car, and you didn’t want to look back.
you tried not to care but deep down you missed him.
so, when you saw michael at the gala, feelings of annoyance and suppressed feelings came to the surface. he looked good and it pissed you clean off. he was wearing a flashy outfit that put all the other men to shame and his hair was perfect, curls falling in front of his face. you caught him intensely looking at you and the guy you were with and he was radiating with pure jealousy.
you held eye contact with him as you took the arms of the guy you were with, put them around your waist, and buried your head in the crook of his neck. you smiled when you saw his hands clench into a fist at the sight of you in the arms of another man.
you were overly affectionate with the man you were with, feeling satisfaction at the attention and reactions you were getting from michael. you were simply using the guy you were with to get back at michael and you should’ve felt bad, but you really couldn’t give two fucks.
you left the gala, looking michael up and down as you went for the exit in the arms of a man that wasn’t him. even though you used the guy you were with to get back at michael, you didn’t really feel like having his company tonight so you told him that you wanted to be alone, you two going your separate ways for the night.
you laughed quietly to yourself when michael’s ridiculous reactions to your actions flashed through your mind as you reached for your body wash and loofah, washing the night away from your body.
you turned off your shower once you were clean and stepped out, reaching for your towel to wrap yourself up. you walked into your bedroom to drop your towel and to start moisturizing your body with your cocoa butter lotion. when you put on your shorts and long t-shirt to head to bed, the door rang.
you looked at your clock that was on your nightstand and notice that it was near 11:30PM.
“the hell?” you whisper to yourself as you make your way downstairs.
you look out the window next to your front door to see-
what the fuck?
michael?
a wave of anger washed over you as you opened the door.
“what the fuck are you doing here, michael?” you asked, not hiding your anger.
michael was still wearing the outfit he wore at the gala and his face had the nerve to look irritated, like he wasn’t the one standing outside your house.
“is he here?” michael asked, walking in the house uninvited. he looked around your foyer as if expecting someone to appear.
you slammed the door closed, irritated, “sure, just walk in uninvited.”
michael turned to look at you, ignoring your comment, “is he here?” he enunciated.
you crossed your arms and raised an eyebrow, “is who here, michael?”
“the guy you were with tonight. is he here?”
“ohhh,” you thought to yourself, “this is why he’s here.”
your lips twitch in amusement as you walk past him to go to your kitchen, “you’re ridiculous,” you say, opening your fridge.
“oh, i’m ridiculous?”
“yes, michael, you are,” you say matter of factly, taking out a water bottle.
It was silent for a minute, you and michael looking at each other as you took a drink of your water.
“no, michael, he’s not here,” you say gently, lowering your water bottle.
“good,” michael said simply.
you snorted, “and what would you have done if he was, hm?”
“i would’ve shown him who you really belong to,” michael shrugged.
you laughed in his face, “you’re delusional,” you said incredulously.
“i saw the way you acted tonight. how you basically acted like a slut to get my attention.”
you damn near threw the water bottle at his face.
“michael, get out.” you said calmly despite the anger that was rising in you.
“no.”
“get out,” you say, voice raising.
michael stood planted in his spot.
“michael we’re not together anymore,” you yelled.
“then look me in the eye and tell me that what you did was not for my attention,” michael yelled back, taking a step closer to you.
“it wasn’t,” you said, looking at the counter as you set your water bottle down on it. you mentally cursed yourself at how unconvincing your words sounded.
michael got closer to you, holding your jaw in his hand to force you to look in his eyes.
“lie to me again,” he said, voice low, daring you.
you felt your pussy wetten at the proximity and at how hot he sounded.
traitor.
his hand lowered to your neck, lightly squeezing. his eyebrows raised, still expecting you to answer truthfully.
“please,” you whimper, your resolve crumbling.
“tell me,” he whispered, his eyes boring into yours.
“yes,” you said meekly.
“yes, what?” michael asked, smirking.
“yes, i did it to get your attention,” you said, feeling embarrassed.
“yeah, i know, baby,” michael said before he leaned in to kiss you.
the kiss was hungry. your hands moved to pull him closer when his tongue entered your mouth, exploring thirstily. you moaned when you felt his hand leave your neck to move to your shorts, putting his hand in and feeling how wet you were for him through his panties.
“you wet for me even after all this time?” michael asked as his mouth left your lips to kiss down your neck.
you whimpered in response, feeling his mouth kiss and bite on your neck, creating marks.
michael left your neck and pulled you in the direction of the stairs, you tripping over your own feet at his haste to get you both in your bedroom.
when finally in your room, michael walked back until he sat on the edge of the bed, you still standing up in between legs kissing him desperately.
michael pulled your hair to stop your attack on his lips, “get on your knees and suck my dick,” he said, leaving no room for discussion and you immediately obeyed.
“take my pants off,” michael said.
you sprung into action, pulling his pants and boxers down until his dick was released, slapping against his stomach. you moaned at the sight of his hung, veiny dick. his mauve tip was peeking out from his foreskin, leaking precum, your mouth immediately watered.
you tried to bring your legs together to try to apply some sort of stimulation to your clit but michael put his foot between your legs, stopping you, “unh-unh, baby. suck.” michael said.
you pushed his foreskin down and licked his dick base to tip. michael threw his head back and groaned at the feel of your mouth on him. “yes, baby, just like that.” michael said breathily, looking back down at you.
his words spurred you on so maintained eye contact with him as you pushed a thin line of spit from your mouth onto his dick. michael moaned softly and his tip spurt out more precum before you wrapped your mouth fully around him.
you bobbed your head up and down, michael moaning and groaning before he put his hand on your head, fucking your mouth roughly. you choked and garbled around his dick as your spit dribbled down your chin and neck.
“you like this hm?” michael asked, “that guy fuck your mouth as good as i do?”
you shook your head.
michael fucked your mouth the way he fucked your pussy which was thouroughly and so fucking good. your brain went completely blank and you heard static in your ears whenever michael would fuck your mouth, an affect that guy could never do to you.
you moaned around his dick when michael started to thrust his hips up, his moaning was becoming louder and closer together which let you know he was so close to cumming in your mouth. you reminded yourself to breathe in and out your nose, michael fucking your throat without letting you off for air.
“you gonna let me cum in your mouth, pretty girl?” he asked. you moaned and nodded around his dick. you missed the taste and feel of his cum hitting your tongue and the back of your throat. you were moving your hips in circles now, desperately trying to get your panties to brush on your clit even though michael was holding you from bringing your legs together.
“im gonna cum in your mouth,” michael said, his words choppy. “and then when i cum in your mouth, im gonna fill up your pussy over and over again until you're leaking and not thinking about anything or anyone except for me.”
you swore you could’ve cum right then and there from his words.
michael moaned loudly into the room as he held your head still and came into your mouth.
fuck, you missed tasting and swallowing his cum.
when he pulled you off his dick, you coughed and inhaled, trying to get air back into your lungs. you looked so messy with spit and cum you couldn’t swallow all on your chin and neck. michael scooped the cum and spit back into your mouth, you moaned and swallowed it.
“take your shorts and panties off and get on the bed,” michael said, standing up in front of you, taking off the rest of his clothing and heading for your closet.
the fuck is he going in there for?
“wha-what are you doing?” you ask michael while taking off your shorts and panties, laying on the bed once they were off.
michael remained silent but you heard the tell tale sound of a box opening, only he knew about.
your toy box.
you threw your head back and looked at the ceiling, waiting for him to come back and wondering what toy he was going to grab out of there.
“spread your legs for me, baby,” michael said, walking back in the room.
you lowered your head down to see that he was holding your vibrating wand. you gasped silently at the sight before spreading open your legs to expose your pussy to him.
“fuck, i missed your pretty pussy so much,” michael said, joining you on the bed.
“she missed you too,” you said shyly and michael smiled softly at you before he turned on the vibrator and held it against your clit.
“oh, fuck,” you moaned, throwing your head back and closing your eyes.
then suddenly the vibrator turned off, leaving your clit swollen and begging for more. your eyes flew open and your head flew down to look at michael
“why’d you stop?” you whined, a pout forming on your face.
“keep your eyes on me,” he said firmly.
you simply nodded and michael turned the vibrator on and held it to your clit again.
“yesyesyesyes,” you moaned out. you hands came up to hold and toy at your tits, using them to ground yourself.
michael smirked at you deviously before he lowered his head, moving the vibrator aside and took your clit in his mouth and sucked.
you screamed at the feeling and your eyes crossed as your back arched. “fuck, yes!” you yelled out.
michael removed his lips from your clit, replacing it with the vibrator. your drooling hole was making a mess on the sheets below you and michael scooped up some and put it in his mouth.
he moaned at the taste of you, “mmmm, fuck, i missed the way you taste.”
“michael, im gonna cum,” you moaned to him, legs trembling.
“cum for me.”
and you did.
your back arched more as you squirted all over the sheets and michael.
you tried to push michael hand away that was still holding the vibrator to your clit, but michael pushed your hand away, keeping it there.
“michael, please, i can’t,” you whined, feeling sensitive.
“yes you can,” michael said before abandoning the vibrator completely and putting his mouth back on your pulsing pussy.
michael tongue traveled from your hole to collect your juices to spit it back on your clit to suck it right back up.
you were a moaning, screaming mess as michael continued his brutal attack on your clit. he brought his fingers to your hole and pushed inside, moving his fingers around remembering where your g-spot is.
“m-mikey, im gonna fucking cum again,” you moaned, grinding against his face and fingers.
michael smiled against your pussy at the use of the nickname as he moved his tongue and fingers faster.
“f-fuck!” you squealed. the force of your orgasm pushed michael’s fingers out your pussy as you squirted all around his face.
“michael–fuck–im so sorry,” you said when you saw the mess you made on michael face.
“i don’t care,” michael simply said, licking what he could into his mouth.
your eyes widened when you saw michael line his dick up to your entrance.
“no, michael, i can’t take anymore,” you said out of breath.
michael’s eyes softened at how fucked out you looked. he leaned over to kiss you passionately and deeply. you sucked desperately on his tongue and when he pulled away, a thin string of spit connected you two. your tongue came out to break it, drawing some of it into your mouth.
michael leaned over to your ear, “two more times, baby, i promise,” michael whispered.
michael lined his dick up again and pushed in. you both moaned at the feel of michael filling you up and how warm and wet you felt wrapped around him.
michael went straight to pounding in you leaving you to do nothing but moan and scream into the room.
“fuck, daddy, please,” you moan out, not thinking.
michael moaned loudly, “there she is. i missed hearing you say that so much, baby.”
you did nothing but moan and nod at his words.
“you’re not going to be a slut for anyone else but me right?” michael asked.
“nononono, only you i swear. just you.”
you were babbling at this point. saying sentences that didn’t even make sense, michael’s dick was just fucking you so good.
“gonna fucking cum, daddy,” you said.
“go ahead, baby,” michael said and you creamed around his dick.
the feeling of your walla squeezing so tightly around his dick from your orgasm, made him cum inside you, filling you up.
you saw your cream and his own cum on michael’s dick whenever he pulled out just to fuck back into you, fucking you through your orgasm.
“mama, you’re so wet,” michael said, looking at your pussy in wonderment.
you just moaned weakly, feeling super sensitive at this point.
“one more. just one more,” michael repeated to you, noticing how completely gone you looked.
“gonna cum,” michael groaned.
all you did was hold him closer as he finally came in you for the last time.
the feeling of him completely making you so full of his cum make you cum weakly, your pussy just clenching and unclenching around his dick.
michael held you tightly, you guys both coming down from the sex you just had. you were breathing heavily, your chest knocking against michael’s with every inhale and exhale.
“okay, baby,” michael mumbled against your neck before he pulled his dick out.
you whimpered weakly from the sensitivity.
“i know, baby,” michael said sweetly before he pulled you into his arms, moving to the side of the bed that wasn't soiled.
your legs trembled and you could feel michael’s cum leaking out of you. you buried yourself as much as you could into michael’s arms, feeling completely vulnerable and needing to be as close as possible to him. michael squeezed you tighter and wrapped his hand around your thigh, trying to stop the shaking.
“do you want me to get up to clean you?” michael asked, kissing you on the side of your head.
you shook your head slowly, “no,” you said, voice small.
you were genuinely so tired and you were comfortable in michael’s arms, you didn’t want anything to ruin it.
“okay,” michael said quietly, kissing you again.
“we have to talk, seriously, about us tomorrow,” you said despite exhaustion settling over you.
“i’ll be right here next to you when you wake up,” michael promised.
he noticed that you had fallen asleep, looking completely comfortable and safe in his arms.
michael felt his chest constrict and he leaned down to give you one last kiss, eyes closed.
“i still love you”.
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okay bye
and the author hasn’t updated in MONTHS🫠…
just because the wrapper’s wrinkled doesn’t mean the candy isn’t sweet
I got inspired last night from the other freak tumblr.... i edited another twt account to try to sound like mj 😭 (WEAR HEADPHONES!!!! DO NOT BLAST THIS SHIT IN PUBLIC)
!NSFW, wear headphones!
(another michael jackson whimper audio)
i hope yall can tell i really REALLY fein for !submichael….
but i will post dom soon for yall ig..❤️
hate will not be tolerated here, take it somewhere else!
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!inexperienced and sensitive michael loses his virginity to you… and he’s already addicted
I miss him bad 🥺 he just like me when I catch a good laugh 🙂↔️
