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𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍’? 𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐍’.ᐟ — pre otw!michael
۶ৎ 18+ :: when you come to Michael’s family cookout for the weekend, things get a little hectic when you two duck off into his room upstairs…
EARLIER TODAY, you decided you’d come over Michael’s house to hang out, but his family just so happened to be hosting their annual family cookout.
His family liked you—including Joe, even if they found you a little weird.
You were the kind of girl who found interest in many things, blurted out random thoughts with total enthusiasm, and if a single intriguing thought or idea came to you, you were gonna speak about it wholeheartedly.
So it’s no surprise when you come to the house unannounced so often. “Hi Mikey!” You wave, eyes sparkling with a big smile on your face. Michael is happy to see you when he opens the door, smile spread across his pretty face.
“Tink, you came.” He exclaims happily, taking in your beautiful appearance.
The way your curly pig tails sit gracefully against your shoulders, the white bows tied tightly around them, the white sweetheart-neckline shirt that highlights your collarbone, and your little cute shorts that hug you and your curves very nicely.
“Of course Mikey, I wanted to see you. Plus, I knew you were gonna call eventually so I was prepared.” You giggle as you walk in from the porch and into his embrace. Oh, he smelt so good.
He rocks you back and forth, and that somehow gives you the idea to wrap your legs around his waist, hugging him back even tighter.
Michael lets out a small ‘oh!’ before giggling and holding you closer with a kiss to your cheek.
The minute he sits you down, you’re taking in his appearance. White blouse with a few buttons undone, high waisted jeans with that brown belt you bought him, and his beautiful yet sexy face to top it off.
“Mm, you look sharp, baby.” You compliment with a grin, batting your big eyes at the boy like he wasn’t already your man.
Michael’s cheeks flush, cheekbones lifting without showing a single tooth. But before he can even respond, footsteps come fast from the kitchen and toward the front room.
“Look who’s heree!” Janet happily squeals, stopping in front of you and Michael. “Hey girl!” She greets, hugging you with a big smile.
You barely even get time to return her excitement before she’s pulling back from the hug and dragging you toward the kitchen and to the patio that leads to the backyard. “Come on, my brothers’ll be happy to see you!”
Michael’s eyes widen, quickly following behind the both of you. “Janet! Slow down, y’gonna make her run into somethin’!”
The second you stumble onto the patio, the focus is on you. An echo of loud greetings breaks out, and his brothers are waving you over as everyone genuinely lights up seeing you.
But you have home training and manners, so you obviously go over to Michael’s parents and give them both a hug before greeting everybody else.
That afternoon goes by smoothly. It’s filled with fun, and the boys couldn’t be happier to have some real free time without having to sneak around their father to enjoy it.
You guys play all kinds of games, go in the pool, and even (almost) had a food fight because of Marlon and Randy arguing. But Katherine was quick to shut that down immediately, so no worries.
By the time evening hit, everyone just sat and watched the sunset.
Janet, Rebbie, and Latoya gossiped in a secluded circle on the grass, Tito was somewhere being teased about whatever he and his lady Dee Dee had going on, and the parents? Quiet as can be surprisingly. Joe wasn’t eager to get up and make a phone call to schedule some type of work; which the boys found surprising but collectively knew to not question.
While everyone else was distracted, you and Michael were busy staring each other down with no shame and surprisingly hadn’t been caught.
It wasn’t until you gave Michael a wink and he tilted his head that you two coordinated when to duck off separately to go into the house.
You told his sisters that you desperately had to use the restroom, and five minutes later, Michael casually told his brothers that he was going to grab a drink.
And now here you were, minutes later inside of Michael’s bedroom, having gone completely unnoticed and asking him a very sudden question.
“Think I’m hearin’ things…you wanna do what?” Confusion and horror spread all over Michael’s face as he stares down at you.
“Ride your nose.” You deadpan, dropping your arms to your sides. “You heard me the first time silly.”
This is not what he expected to hear when you two snuck up here.
“Okay, but— why?” His face scrunching up in even more confusion.
You were a very interesting girlfriend.
“Because it’s big, and I like big noses.” You shrug. “You look sexy with it Mike, and it makes me horny. What’s so wrong about that?” You tilt your head, genuinely not seeing how he could be weirded out by this.
He stays silent, blinking at you while trying to see if you’ve lost your mind.
His nose? The same one that he himself didn’t fancy because his father always shamed him for it?
“You serious?” He furrows his brows, nose scrunched up.
“Michael,” you scoff. “please don’t make me repeat myself again. Yes boy, I wanna sit on your face and feel that nose on my—!” Your voice getting louder with aggravation as you throw your arms down to your sides again.
“Okay, okay!” he shouts over you with a laugh and a smile, grabbing your shoulders so you’d quiet down since his family was still right downstairs.
“You can do it, I’ll eat, ion mind,” he huffs. “But you sure tink? I mean—“
You groan, dragging him by his arm toward the bed and pushing him flat against the mattress. He scoots himself up toward the headboard, excitement he tried miserably to mask all over his face.
“Ask me another stupid question.” You deadpan, throwing a leg over his hips as you straddle his lap.
“Yes ma’am, m’sorry ma’am.” He quickly clears his throat playfully, straightening up. His hands reach for your waist, feeling and squeezing tightly as he stares up at you.
“Can’t believe you wanna ride my nose..” he mutters, hands sliding down to caress your hips while kneading at the flesh of your skin softly. A proud yet honored smile tugs at his lips as he processes the thought.
“Well believe it, cause I’m serious.” You tell Michael, fingers tracing along his jaw before leaning down to capture his lips in a slow, yet tender kiss.
He hums into your mouth, large and firm hands sliding down to cup that ass as the kiss deepens. “My baby wants to sit on my face…ain’t that somethin’..” he murmurs against your lips with an amused yet turned on huff.
He pulls back, eyes low with lust as he bites his lip with a cheeky grin. “Then what you waitin’ for, huh?” He murmurs, voice low.
“Sit on it mama.”
“Mmmfuck,” you breathe out, rolling your hips against his tongue. Michael was lapping at your cunt with zero remorse once he got his rhythm going.
And you know Michael Joseph Jackson is all about rhythm.
Your face is all frowned up, pleasure overwhelming with the way he’s practically making out with your pussy. Your brows furrow and your eyes narrow as you let out a moan, gripping at his headboard.
“Fuck-, Michael,” you whimper, head dropping down for a moment as your eyes shut tightly. “Right there,” you gasp.
He buries his face completely into your pussy, tongue working at a steady yet punishing pace. With every press of his tongue against your wet core, the tip of his thick nose bumps hard against your clit for just a second.
Your eyes roll back in deep satisfaction, mouth going agape as another moan flies out.
His grip travels further up your thighs, big hands digging into the plump of your ass to drag your hips down his face just an inch.
The moment you’re where he wants you, his lips close tightly around your clit, sucking hard. Almost immediately, Michael notices the whiny shift in your behavior, holding your hips down so you won’t try to wiggle away from the pleasure.
“M-mikey!” You gasp, just slightly lifting your hips for a moment in shock.
Michael is quick to yank your hips back down with a disapproving grunt, lapping at your sopping cunt as you cry.
“Mm-mm, stay right here pretty,” he mutters against your slit, tongue slurping at your cunt. “You asked for this, take it like a big girl.” He grumbles, pressing his tongue against your sensitive bud for a few seconds.
You start to sob, tears welling your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure as your hips stutter. “S—Sh-shit!” You cry helplessly, thighs tightening against the sides of his head.
You reach down to grip at Michael’s afro, aggressively pulling at his curls to try and pry him off, but it’s no use. He’s in too deep.
No matter how hard you try to yank at his head, he won’t let up. So instead of trying to squirm away, you give into the pleasure completely.
You start to ride back down onto his face, dragging your wet folds over his tongue, and deliberately making sure your swollen bud continuously rubs against the thick bridge of his nose with every roll of your hips.
“Fuck—yes, Mikey,” you sob, chasing the constant pressure as he flattens his tongue against your pussy, driving you mad with every aggressive bump of your clit against his nose.
He hums against your vulva, completely satisfied at the way he’s slightly turning you dumb.
His own eyes roll back in ecstasy as if he’s the one being eaten like this. Completely pussy-drunk.
“Please give it to me,” he grumbles with a whine as he sucks at your slit. “Please baby,” he begs with neediness in his voice and eyes.
The way he begs for you to cum turns you on far beyond belief. The movement of your hips start to become sloppy, frantic almost, as you chase your high.
“H-hm-hmph!” Your hands tremble as you reach down to grip at Michael’s fro with two hands, mouth going fully agape as tears prick your eyes, back arching like crazy as your climax hits you.
“Oh fuck,” you mewl. “Oh fuhck, oh fuck, oh fuh—“
You go silent as the moan gets caught in your throat, body shuddering and locking up violently as your bladder just completely bursts as you start to squirt all over Michael’s face.
He moans against your folds, trying to swallow whatever he can while sucking at your clit.
“H-haa!” Your vision blurs as tears fill your view, hips stuttering and your pulsing hole fluttering around absolutely nothing as you cum relentlessly.
You sob, wanting to collapse against Michael but he holds you.
He holds you and makes you ride out every single shockwave that passes through while still working his tongue against your now hypersensitive vulva.
You two stay there for a moment to soak up the silence, taking in everything that just happened.
Your hips twitch weakly as you try to lift your aching hips, every nerve ending down there screaming at you to stop. “Michael, please get offa me,” you whine, voice worn out and broken as you push at his shoulders.
He’s reluctant to let you go, acting like he couldn’t hear you at first before eventually letting you go. You fall back against the mattress, and just as you think you’re about to catch a break, Michael re latches his mouth right back on your swollen, raw clit, sucking until it pulls.
“Ungh!” You gasp with a whine, toes curling as your back arches off the bed unwillingly.
Fresh tears instantly start to fall from the corners of your pretty eyes, hands scrambling to claw at his shoulders and at the sheets.
“No-, baby, please,” you sob out, eyes rolling to the back of your head as your thighs clamp tightly around Michael’s head. “M’gonna cum again, Mikey,” you cry as your back arches further off the bed.
What a nice family cookout with your boyfriend!
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UNCROSSABLE PATHS. PART |
— What to do when you meet the preachers daughter? the put together, disciplined, and worst of all—the child of a man your father hates. Oh! and you’re not allowed to be affiliated with her. Michael knows what to do. You break the rules.
preachers daughter!reader x jacksons era!michael, religious themes, loss of virginity, reader is 19 and michael is 20, strict parenting, etc.
“Forgive me father, for i have sinned.”
That was a sentence that often left your mouth, your bare knees pressed into the cold wooden floor and hands clasped together with your eyes shut.
It wasn’t ingrained in you to sin—really, you were a good girl whose daddy taught her all about the holy word and how to act accordingly.
its been drilled in ever since you could walk.
But like every person, even the most perfect ones make mistakes.
Your mistake was asking your father for a piercing on your belly, he had been enraged, telling you that your body was not meant to be bedazzled in such ways, you needed to be pure.
it was always that. ‘Be pure’ or ‘Be a woman of god.’
That night, he sent you upstairs with your bible and tears threatening to spill over.
So here you kneel, reiterating verses over and over and over in your head until it feels like a headache is coming on.
You loved your dad, you had no choice but to.
But sometimes, love isn’t enough to feel free.
—
The music is loud enough to burst your eardrums, people are standing and waving their hands, some even had tears in their eyes murmuring “Thank you jesus.”
You sat in the front row of the pew, your father always put you there because he believed you were the first person who needed to feel the spirit, but that feeling never came.
Most of the time, you tapped your foot, glanced around at other people, and kept a polite smile. But today, you felt an immense sense of tiredness on your shoulders.
i wish i was home. i wanna sleep.
you immediately shake away the thought and sit up straight. Forgive me father.
the session is over now, it felt like years went by as you stand and brush down your skirt, following everyone outside the church before your father can catch you.
the sun shines bright on your skin, making you squint your eyes. Maybe you shouldn’t have worn a cardigan, but you didn’t want to risk your father saying you were tempting anyone in the lords house.
Your eyes scan the yard, trying to see any new faces.
you spot five.
Five brothers were gathered together near the fence, the tallest one leaned against it nonchalantly, all of them looked to be discussing something.
But one caught your eye.
His face was a rich brown, eyes soft and warm like honey and a smile that could melt Antarctica. he looked to be about 20 years old. you don’t know what it is about him that makes you stare, watching as he laughs and jokes with his brothers.
as if he feels your eyes, his head turns, gaze finding yours. Your face heats—not by the sun this time—and you look away. Luckily, you looked away just in time as your father exited the church doors. God knows how he would react if he saw you staring at a boy.
“(name)! Come on, sweetheart, it’s time to head home.” Your father calls out, and you obey, hurrying over to him.
but you feel a burning sensation on your back.
and you can’t help but tell yourself that its him.
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MICHAEL POV.
The warmth of the comforter made his body relax, eyes heavy with exhaustion from being everywhere today. From down the road at the candy shop, then through the neighborhood.
it was unusual that his brothers randomly stumbled across this church and decided to stay—they were not of that religion and probably would never be.
Michael was unsure of his beliefs when he was younger, but as he grew, he knew something wasn’t right.
Him and his brothers lazed around outside the building, laughing over the loud music booming from inside, talking about a bunch of nothing on top of nothing.
The big double oak doors swing open and people poured out, women gossiping, children running. And then he spotted her.
This girl was beautiful, her face was soft and bathed by the sun, her hands, which were gloved with silky fabric, were clasped tightly in front of her.
Honestly, he noticed the girl before she noticed him. his eyes could not leave her, most of the girls he saw were always scantily clad and had a ton of makeup caked on their face. Michael was not a fan of that, but his brothers were.
This girl though, her face was free of any smears or smudges of makeup, her lips pouty and eyes wide, she looked like a doll. How could you not look at her?
unfortunately, he tore them away when his brothers caught his attention. But like a moth to a flame, those traitorous eyes of his land back on the forbidden fruit.
This time—her eyes were on his.
She seems embarrassed to have been caught, the expression makes her seem more delicate than she already looked, he can’t help a small smile quirk at his lips.
“(name)!” A man calls out to her, The preacher, michael freezes. The man was his father’s enemy, and he had just been gawking at his daughter.
He should feel guilt. But he doesn’t. Why should he? he was not shackled to Christ like she was, guilt and the fear of sinning does not bother him.
The girl obeys and follows her father, but michael does not tear his gaze away, not until he sees her shiver with the weight of his stare on her still.
late at night, he would dream of her, then would probably wake up with his cock straining against his pajama pants—but a non-believer never feels guilt of what comes naturally.
And he definitely does not feel guilt for wanting something forbidden and pure.
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sucking a needy michael's cock ⋆˙⟡
a/n : just another quick drabble..ive had this on my mind for a while and i needed to get it out my system. maybe its proofread... maybe its not.. 🌚
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"your so dirty, michael. can't even wait f'me." you mumble, fumbling with michaels belt buckle as he gripped the wall behind him.
"nghh..'m so sorry baby..." he whined, watching you finally undo his belt and start to unzip his pants.
"you don't seem so sorry." you growled, pulling his pants down and letting it pool around his ankles.
you and michael were at a museum exhibit for a date. it was going perfectly fine until suddenly, michael was acting weird. constantly clinging to you, eyeing you—specifically your low-cut shirt—that showed just enough cleavage to drive him insane. he would shoot you desperate glances, almost as if he wanted you to read his mind.
which you did. you were his girlfriend, of course. you knew how michael was..
but you werent going to give it to him so easily though. so naturally, you had made him beg for it.
he ever so whispered in your ear, "i need you baby.. need t'feel your sweet mouth around me.." and his shamelessly desperate plea made you fold embarrassingly fast.
so you took him to an empty hallway in the musuem, a place scarcely hidden. just enough for you both to not be seen. but, there was still a chance of someone—maybe staff—walking past and that made the experience all the more exciting.
you dropped to your knees and hooked your fingers around the waistband of his boxer briefs and slid his underwear down, earning a low grunt from michael.
"thank you...thank you angel" he whimpered, watching as you began stroking his hard dick, leaking precum. he lifted his hand to fist ur curls, slightly nudging your head towards his dick. a subtle way of him asking you to hurry up and suck him off.
so you obliged, taking all of him in one go. he let out a choked moan, gripping your hair tighter. he already felt his knees growing weak as you bobbed ur head, hollowing your cheeks so you could take him even deeper.
it was so lewd, the way you breathed heavily through your nose as you tried not to gag around his pulsing, veiny dick. wet slurping and sucking noises filled the empty air around you, and michael's head began to spin. noticing how he was slumped against the wall, you held his thighs in place so he wouldn't accidentally fall.
michael's head leaned against the wall—eyes screwed shut and mouth parted open—small whimpers and breaths leaving his mouth.
"mmh–baby... 'm gonna cum.." he mewled, forcing his eyes open to take one last glance at you below him.
he looked into your teary eyes, down to your low cut shirt. from his angle he could see your cleavage spilling out of your black bra. he groaned, quickly putting both of his hands on your head gripping them tight.
as he got closer to his climax, he began thrusting his dick into your mouth, taking complete control. you both were being so loud, you were almost shocked that nobody had caught you both yet. but you instantly shrugged that thought away as you gripped michael's thighs, eyes fluttering shut.
"ohh shit– 'm so sorry angel, im so sorry!-" he cried out before coming hard and deep down your throat.
you moaned around his dick, the vibrations causing his thighs to shake. feeling ropes of his cum hit the back of your throat you squeezed your thighs together.
michael slowly pulled out and you gave one last needy lick to it, making him twitch. "mmh baby, do you feel better now?" you asked, rubbing up and down his thighs.
he let out an airy chuckle, his hand placed on your cheek. "yes.. thank you tink."
you help him pull his pants back up and straighten himself up. but before he could walk away, you stopped him. pulling his collar and putting your lips to his ear.
"you owe me once we get home, michael."
you let him go and started to walk out from the sacred corner you both were in, leaving him standing there. flustered, yet excited.
he ran right behind you to catch up.
𝒻𝒾𝓃.
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‧₊˚❀༉‧₊˚. .・゜・.・・[ size kink , overstimulation , HIStory! michael x femblack! reader , mentions of multiple orgasms , big dick Michael , softdom! michael , ruination , pet names , mentions of pain ! ]
.・゜・.・・ ｡ .⠐✿ SYNOPSIS 𓂃 𓈒𓏸.
You struggle taking Michael and his Jackson…
YOU couldn’t handle Michael. The sheer amount of preparation that went into foreplay was exhausting, left you gasping for air, legs quivering, and chest heaving as he continued. His fingers were sore, freshly pruned, along with his chin and nose that glistened as he licked you to yet another orgasm.
You had lost count after that orgasm tore through you. Your limbs became glued in a spread position, a hiss passing through spent lips, swollen with reverent kisses as Michael unsheathed his slim fingers from your twitchy cunt. He pushed damp curls from your face, towering over you, extra careful to not crush you as he slotted between your legs. His shoulder length layers feathered your face, giving you something else to focus on rather than the sleep that tugged tauntingly at your eyes.
“Rest sweetheart,” Michael’s voice was cool against your neck, lips extremely gentle as he caressed your sides, placing warm kisses against the vein that protruded underneath your dark skin. “You came a lot for me.”
You assumed you made a sound of protest as the older man over you made a sound that sounded something like a laugh and a scoff of disbelief. In your current state Michael hated disturbing your rest, especially for an act he knew would cause immense pain in the end. He already had pain pills and water at arms length, along with KY Jelly that was halfway used.
“Need your words sweetheart, I’m not doing anything without your okay.” Michael pulled back, resting on his calves. He took in your presence, eyes shamelessly lingering on your sopping wet cunt and the pool of arousal you had created. “Hey, I’m right here. Talk to me.” His fingers took ahold of the shape of your jaw, softly guiding it straight. Your tired eyes unfastened, surprise startling your features as you had drifted off. Michael shook his head, “I’ll let you rest baby doll. We can try—“
“N-no!” Your voice was meek, barely above a whisper. Your throat burned, each swallow a testament of what went on prior. “I want to t-try again.”
Michael’s brows raised before falling, his mouth scrunching up, he didn’t think it was a good idea. He was adamant about just putting you to bed until your warm hands wrapped around his dick, eyes wide and full of a desire that awed Michael. You jutted your chest against his, capturing his lips in a kiss that had him reeling. Both hands worked at twisting his thick cock against your palms, fingers barely able to connect around him.
Michael cradled the back of your head, lowering you back down to your position previously, his knee parted your legs wide open, taking this opportunity he took ahold of your hands. Up his body they went, drawing you entirely too close as he swallowed each and every single one of your moans.
“What’s my code word mama, tell it to me now.” He broke the heated kiss just for a moment, using the tip of mauve colored tip to rub soft circles against your clit. “You say it and we’re done. I promise.”
“Pineapple,” you said through gritted teeth as his fat tip etched ever so slowly into you. Your manicured nails curled into his skin, bright red marks blossoming just underneath your curled fingers.
“Good girl. Relax for me baby, I’ll go as slow as you need.”
White flashed behind your eyes as pain riddled your lower half, through clenched teeth you ushered him to continue with a breathless voice. Michael could barely breathe at how hard you were gripping him, his breath stayed just hitched in his throat, eyes low as you seized around him. Your walls spasmed, a gush of warmth following suit.
“So wet f’me but so tight too, relax mamas. I got you.” Michael made slow advances to your level, making sure not to move so much so you could get adjusted to the few inches already inside. He pressed soft kisses against the heated skin of your face, working his way down to suck dark marks against the sensitive skin along your neck and shoulders. You released his shoulder briefly, reaching between the two of you to adjust his fleshy member, you angled your hips up the pain washing away with each small bounce you administered.
“Mmm, o-oh fuck,” you moaned as he slid in fully to the hilt. You felt so full you swore you could feel him in your throat. Your womb felt too heavy, the drag of his cock against your walls had your eyes fluttering shut, hands palming at his broad shoulders.
“Look at you mama, takin me so good,” Michael cooed, straightening up to his full height as he wrapped massive hands around the tops of your thighs. Down his length you came, a slow rhythm to get you fully accustomed to the stretch. Your hands slowly came to the front of his body, which he took in one hand, kissing your palms so tenderly before placing them back on his chest. With his other hand he rubbed your pubic bone, working closer and closer until his thumb was drawing smooth circles over your clit. “Think I can speed up a bit honey?”
You nodded so fast your vision clouded, a gasp falling from your lips when he bottomed out again. His dancer hips worked magic, each meeting of your hips created a sound so sinful you were embarrassed. But god did Michael love how messy your pussy got, his eyes honed in on the thick ring of cream at the base of his dick, a guttural grown following suit as you clenched around him yet again. “Play with your tits baby, they need lovin’ too.”
A moan tore through you as he stroked so deep, barely giving you a chance to take your breasts in your hands before he was demolishing your shit. Your fingers pinched around the sensitive buds, twisting and tugging just how Michael would do. The overwhelming sensation of all your most sensitive areas being pleasured had your orgasm creeping up, the coil in your belly getting looser and looser. Michael rolled his hips to meet yours at a deeper angle, holding still for a second before double thrusting right against your g-spot. “M-Mikey please~”
“Feel good mama? Wanna cum? You got permission, let go f’me pretty.” The rut of his hips drove you mad, the last thing you seen before your vision blurred, a broken cry ripping through your body as Michael fucked you through your orgasm. Your gummy walls soon to be painted with Michael’s thick white seed spasmed around his twitchy cock. His own movements becoming sloppy as he worked to the brink of collapse. “Fuck baby, that was it, look so good when you come undone around me like that.”
You twitched in response, limbs stuck permanently to the mattress as soreness seeped into your pelvis. Your legs quivered, the cool air on your exposed cunt had you twitching uncomfortably until Michael covered you up. He kissed your head gently, cradling your body close to his as he engulfed your tired frame.
“Came for me 9 times mama, think next time I wanna do 15.”
“Michael Jackson you are out of your fucking mind.”
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more pervybsfmichael because im in heat
sypnosis: michael is over at your house and gets a little crazy while you're sleep.
nutritional info: somnophilia, teasing, michael is sub then dom, facepainting.
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pervybsfmichael who is stuck at your apartment since his ac went out. its way too hot outside, and you’re always willing to help a friend in need.
pervybsfmichael who spends the entire morning being teased without mercy. when he sits down you climb into his lap and kiss his flushed cheeks. when he tries to read you start moving back and fortb on his lap. “you’re doin’ this on purpose.” “so?” “im jus’ trying to be good...”
pervybsfmichael who nearly chokes on his orange juice when you bend over in front of him to pick up something you dropped on purpose. when you sit back down and stare at him, displeased with his restraint, he says “please don’t look at me like that. you’re so dirty.” with a small laugh
pervybsfmichael who is hard for hours on end and hates himself for it. he keeps telling himself she’s just teasing, she doesn’t mean it control yourself dont be a creep you continue “accidentally” brushing against him anyways
pervybsfmichael who is a whiny mess by afternoon. “can we please jus’ watch a movie?” “you don’t really mean this, you’re jus’ teasin’ me”
pervybsfmichael who cant think straight when you change into just a oversized shirt. his dick is so exhausted by this point, being worked up all day with no signs of relief. “that’s- you cant wear that. what are you doin’?” when you sit next to him, teasingly spreading your legs he closes his eyes in shame as you plant a kiss on his cute face.
pervybsfmichael who is fully red by evening. you’ve spent hours grinding your ass against him during “cuddles,” whispering filthy things just to watch him squirm, and pulling away to mock him a little. he looks so cute. just so adorable, his red cheeks, his glossy eyes, and his hard dick.
pervybsfmichael who finally watches you yawn and head to your room around midnight. “goodnight” he calls softly. “sleep well.” he knows he’s not going to sleep at all.
pervybsfmichael who lies on your couch in the dark, already touching himself the second your door clicks shut. he’s so hard its throbbing through his hand. twenty minutes later his arm is burning, and he still hasn’t cum.
pervybsfmichael who keeps stroking anyway, jaw wound tight. why won’t it come out? it feels so good but it’s not enough. it hurts so much... i just want this to be over.
pervybsfmichael who sits up, frustrated and desperate. he sees all his pretty chocolate veins raising from his length. he didn’t realize he had so many. there was so much blood being sent to his dick and it still wasn’t working… he stares at your closed bedroom door for a long time. maybe just for a second… just to look. i won’t do anything.
pervybsfmichael who creeps into your room on silent feet, already breathing through his mouth like a dog. you’re out cold, drooling a little onto your pastel pink pillow. he stands at the edge of the bed with his shoulders tense, pulls his dick out with a shaky hand, and starts stroking his over-hard length right over your sleeping face. his wet tip is only inches from your parted lips.
pervybsfmichael who whispers to himself in a cracked, wet little voice, eyes glossy and unfocused. he pats his leaking tip against your bottom lip, smearing fresh-made precum over it like he’s marking you. “i’m sorry… i’m so sorry… you just look so pretty and i can’t finish and i’m losing my mind…” then he got a little crazy. “you’re mine when you’re asleep, you know that? you belong to me now… you’re gonna taste me in your dreams… yeah? my sleeping princess mmmhh…”
pervybsfmichael who notices your clothes in a pile on the floor. the same shirt you teased him in all day. something in him snaps a little. he steadily pulls the blanket down until both of your tits are exposed to him.
pervybsfmichael who moans under his breath at the sight. “God… look at you. just like this for me, baby?” his fist moves faster. guilt and lust are working so hard he feels sick to his stomach.
pervybsfmichael who starts whimpering quietly as he gets close. “i shouldn’t—this is so wrong—you’re asleep and i’m about to—” his hips stutter forward.
pervybsfmichael who cums hard with a choked, pathetic little gasp. “nnh… aahh…” thick white ropes shoot out one after another, seven heavy shots that he deliberately aims across your pretty face, painting your cheeks and the bridge of your nose before making sure to cover your lips with his liquid love ♡. he watches, watering eyes and breathing hard, as the warm cum slowly slips between your parted lips and into your sleeping mouth. you don’t move at all, being so good for him.
pervybsfmichael who freezes in pure terror the second it’s over. oh my god. oh my god i just nutted all over her face… i have to fix this, what have i done??
pervybsfmichael who panics and runs to the bathroom for a warm washcloth. when he comes back and brings it toward your face to clean you up, you shift and make a tiny sound. he yanks his hand back like he’d touched a hot stove.
pervybsfmichael who tries again thirty seconds later. same result. you almost open your eyes this time. he backs away, heart nearly jumping out of his chest. “okay… okay i’ll wait. fifteen minutes. deeper sleep. then i’ll clean it. it’ll be okay.”
pervybsfmichael who sits on the couch just outside your room and watches the clock, still sticky and shaking a little. the guilt is so heavy he feels like crying. i’m a monster. she trusted me, and i did that. painted her sweet face in her sleep like a predator…she didn’t deserve this…
pervybsfmichael who feels something building under his wrists as they lay in his lap. he looks down after only ten minutes and realizes he’s fully hard again. “what in the world… this never happens. i just came. why am i hard again?”
pervybsfmichael who tries to ignore it. he lasts maybe two more minutes before he’s stroking again in the dark living room, doe eyes squeezed shut. this is insane. i’m fucking insane.
pervybsfmichael who stands up when the fifteen minutes are over, dick still hungry for more in his fist. he tells himself he’s only going in to clean you up. the second he sees your cum-covered face in the moonlight, the bad thoughts start.
pervybsfmichael who stares down at you, breathing hard, eyes locked on your clean forehead like it’s the only thing that exists. she teased me all day. she made me suffer so now she deserves this. m’gonna paint that pretty forehead first… watch it drip down into your eyebrows… you like skincare so much, right? you should be grateful I’m giving you this. i should make you eat up every drop.
pervybsfmichael who keeps stroking right over your face, faster and meaner this time, aiming higher. the guilt is still there but it’s turning into something demented, and fast. “you were so fuckin mean today,” he whispers, his light voice shaking with sick excitement. “kept me hard for hours. this is what you get… i’m gonna glaze your whole entire face, ‘kay?”
pervybsfmichael who is openly talking to your sleeping body now, obsessed and losing his mind. “look at you… already wearing my first load and you’re about to get another right on that perfect face. i need it to look like a facemask. bet you’d love the protein, it’d be good for your skin, right? such a girly girl…mhmm.”
pervybsfmichael who feels himself getting too close, too fast. “more paint for the princess. you deserve it, friend. should make you swallow every drop when you wake up. teach y’not to tease me.”
pervybsfmichael who cums a second time with a low, growling moan. more thick ropes striping across your forehead and lips mainly, mixing with the first load that’s already cooling. you don’t even twitch. you’re deeply under, completely defenseless.
pervybsfmichael who pulls out his phone with unsteady hands before he can talk himself out of it. he takes lots of pictures of your sleeping face covered in his love; close-ups, different angles, making sure to get your tits in the picture. his heart slams with every shot.
pervybsfmichael who whispers while he does it, “revenge… just so i remember how mean you were. and how pretty you look like this.” the guilt floods his veins, now he hates how much the pictures turn him on
pervybsfmichael who finally grabs the warm washcloth and cleans you as quickly and carefully as possible. this time you don’t move at all. he wipes every trace away, gentle and kind around your eyes and mouth. now you’re friends again. just friends helping eachother, even if you don’t know yet.
pervybsfmichael who checks twice that nothing is left. then he leans down and presses a long, soft kiss to your forehead. “i’m sorry,” he breathes. “i’m really, really sorry. you didn’t deserve that. i’m so bad.”
pervybsfmichael who curls up on the couch, still half-hard, still ashamed of how he treated his friend. “never again,” he whispers into the dark. “i’m never doing that again.”
pervybsfmichael who closes his eyes and knows it’s a lie. the second time felt way too fucking good. the pictures are already burned into his brain. and tomorrow you’ll probably tease him all over again.
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What’s Mikey saying in your ear? 🎧ྀི
If you’re tagged, share what 3 songs of Michael’s you have on repeat right now! .⊹₊
I feel like this changes on the dailyyyy for me, but I’ve been listening to the Invincible album non-stop so right now it’s these 3:
- Whatever Happens ♡
- Heartbreaker 𖦹°
- 2000 Watts (﹙˓ 🎧 ˒﹚)
Your turn lovelies ♡ @curlypytclubx @brownsugarletters @mikeysfavoritefish @urbanfunkchild @mjsbrat @amnesia-sc @humnnatur
thank you for the tag, love <33
also, loveee these top 3 for you! especially heartbreaker. 🤍 and I agree, when it comes to MJ songs— it is always changing.
my top 3 repeats right now:
1. Rock with You
2. I Can’t Help It
3. Heaven Can Wait (this song is a drug to me, I can’t get enough of it)
honorable mention: The Life Of The Party (technically a Jackson 5 song, but it counts loll)
your turn moonwalkers: @belhead @amazegumballz @cvntclip @y2k-angel @heyitsnattie @mjsapple @curlz4mygirls @izzyy8 @saraocly
omg fun ! ty for the tag <3
1. She Drives Me Wild
2. Can’t Let Her Get Away
3. Butterflies
Dangerous album is just that girl !
omg yay thank u for tagging me
1. lady in my life
2. lady in my life
3. lady in my life
it's so good that I have to put it 3 times❤️🩹
Tags: @lostinfogg @thebaddestfish @pvtypyt @michaeltrapson156 @alwayysmichael @bluemoonwalker @capevans3000 @discojupiters @everinnabaek @fusebl0wn @getoffthewall @helovestotour @itsmagicrae @japinesedenim @kalulapplehead @liveitoffthewall @michaeljacksonfanfictions @noramoya @offthatwall @pullupwiththedracoaj @rockurwurld @secretwasppixel @thrillertina @urbanfunkchild @velvetjackson @willyoubetherealways @xffthewall @youwannabestartingsomething
baby I wear out his whole catalogue (and “the jacksons” era albums) daily but since I have to choose jussttt three
1. WHO IS IT
2. Say Say Say
3. Whatever Happens
yay thanks for the taggg
1. 2000 watts
2. in the closet
3. give in to me
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two can play that game
jermaine’s gf! reader x bad era! michael
summary: jermaine leaves you waiting so you decide to make the most of your day…with michael
contains: implied! cheating Jermaine, cheating reader! Michael is easy like a sunday morning, 18+, mdni!, p in v, revenge sex
notes: i wrote this…got uninterested in it and posted it so sorry if it’s shit
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Smut thriller era Michael goes on a date with you 😘
and you find out he’s a werewolf cause he goes crazzzzyyyyy when you have sex
DomThriller!Michael x Afab reader
TW/CW: smut smut smut smut smuuuut!! MDNI!!!!! smut, dirty thoughts from Michael, oral (F receiving), p in v, Michael whimpering. Michael turns into a werewolf after sex and it scares reader, no name or y/n mentioned, kinda angst ig so angst with comfort, and I think that's all (Also pls someone tell me how to get the wc for these, thank you kindly)
The date had gone great. Perfect even. The two of you had gone to the beach and watched the sunset, you laying back and sitting between his legs while he had his arms wrapped around you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear.
Both of you were trying to think of what to do before going back home, and of course, you both decided on ice cream.
Sitting at the table facing the ocean, Michael couldn't take his eyes off of you as you licked the ice cream off the cone. It wasn't like you were trying to be sexual about it, but it sent thoughts straight through his mind.
He couldn't wait to get you home
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Bill drove as normal, enjoying how happy and in love Michael looked in the back seat with you. His hand laid on your thigh, moving closer and closer to your core (out of Bills sight). He leaned over to kiss you randomly, leading you to glance over his way, noticing the bulge growing under his pants. You smile to yourself, pecking him on the lips.
"Bye Bill, thank you for driving us!" you thank him as the car pulls up to your apartment. Michael opens the door for the two of you, taking your hand to help you out. You both wave as he basically drags you to the stairs up to your apartment.
"I want you bad, mama." He says lowly, sending chills down your spine at the sound of his attractive voice.
You fumble with your keys once you get to the door, finally pushing it open. Michael closed the door the second he stepped in, his lips instantly attacking yours. His hands ran up and down your sides as he carefully guided you to the bedroom.
Your shirt was lifted off of you at some point from the front door to the bed, letting Michael take your skirt and panties off and discarding them off to the side.
Michael's hands found your hips, dragging you down the soft bed until you sat at the edge. He took in the sight of your pussy, biting his lip before placing a hand between your breasts and guiding you down to lay.
A surprised gasp left your lips as he lifted one of your legs over his shoulder, holding your other leg open with his free hand. His other hand stayed planted on your stomach to stop your squirming as he dove in. "So gorgeous"
Your moans only egged him on further as he sucked on your clit, dragging his hand from your stomach to enter your vagina. Your legs shook as 1 finger turned to 3. The constant stimulation mixed with his large hands sent you close to finishing. "M'close!" A loud moan escapes from your mouth as he flicks his tongue against your sensitive core.
"Give it to me, baby" The vibrations of his voice send you over the edge, your release coating his fingers and your legs still twitching. He slowly pulls his fingers out, licking them clean one by one while staring you dead in the eyes filled with desire.
Slowly, so slowly, he lowered your leg and released the other, kissing up from your navel, through the valley between your boobs, up your neck from your collarbone, before finally making it back home. His hands wandered up your sides, massaging anytime his hands stilled. His hips were already snapping up into yours through his jeans. He looked like a lion hunting its prey after starving for weeks.
Frustration is clear in his movements as he shoves his pants and boxers down, letting his erect member spring out. He wastes no time, not giving a warning and thrusting deep inside of you. your moans are shaky and constant with every thrust, clenching around Michael with every whimper that escaped his lips. You brought your hands down, attempting to slow Michael's frustrated, quick movements even slightly.
He gathered both of your hands in his one large one, pinning your wrists to your stomach. He uses his other hand to circle your clit, fastening his pace. The room was filled with the snapping of his hips against your pelvis and your broken moans as you neared a high.
"I think I'm close, oh, Michael-"
You cum, your stomach muscles clenching as your orgasm washes over you. Michael finishes soon after, though you notice him acting a bit strange, even in your exhausted worn out state. He looked almost like he was fighting something off- almost like fighting a sneeze, but in his whole body.
"Michael, are you okay?" you stand from the bed as Michael twitches, his eyes now a yellow-gold color that was definitely abnormal. Quickly, you grab a hoodie off of the floor, covering your bare body.
His teeth resembled a monster, big and sharp. You scream, terrified at the sight of your boyfriend making low animal like screaming noises. Backed against the wall, you were now hoping that this was one terrible dream. His nails grew long and ragged, hair and whiskers covered his face...
It was truly nightmarish- Your boyfriend, the one you loved with your whole heart, turning into the type of beast talked about in books or movies.
So, you ran. Like any rational person, you slammed the bedroom door closed and immediately hid.
You stuffed yourself under the sink, shoved cleaning products out of your way, closing the cabinet behind you and pulling your knees to your chest and closed your eyes waiting for this nightmare to finish.
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Michael turns back human shortly after calming himself, frantically dressing and exiting the bedroom, "Baby!? Where are you? Everythings okay now, I'm sorry, okay? Please come out, I didn't mean to scare you"
You stayed dead silent under the sink, very slowly peeking out from the sliver that wouldnt close as he checked closets, the bathroom, outside, then to the kitchen. Naturally, you froze. He knew you were under there.
"I'm gonna open the cabinet okay? Not gonna hurt you... I wouldn't ever, can't even think about it." He slowly crouched down, taking his time to open the cabinet door and peek in to not scare you. It broke his heart to see you so terrified and curled up under the sink, though it gave you so much relief to finally see him back to normal.
"Michael, what the fuck just happened!?" you exclaim, carefully exiting from under the sink and refusing his hand. You were still scared, naturally so.
He held his arms out to you, "I can explain, I just want to make sure you're okay first!"
You took a few deep breaths, calming down before carefully setting one of your hands in his. "I'm fine, I promise. You just scared me. I'm so confused right now."
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Michael spent the next hour explaining everything he knew to you, calming your nerves. You sat closer to him now, not scared like you were earlier.
After both of you settled, you sat with your legs in Michaels lap and your head on his shoulder. The TV played a random channel and Michael ran his hand up and down your leg, doing whatever he could to make sure he didn't frighten you further.
Both of you fell asleep in that same cuddled up position, and Michael made sure to kiss the top of your head as one last attempt to assure you before letting the exhaustion pull him into a deep slumber.
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A/N: ayyyeee first smut completed! I'll probably make sure this is at the end of all my fics, but I use em dashes for grammar. It is not AI.
But here we are!!! Im on a roll with these fics, I'm pretty proud, but I'm also keeping in mind things I need to work on. I also want to thank everyone sending in requests!! they truly help me. Like I said in my intro post, I write for the community, so it will probably be rare that I write something that wasnt requested. I love writing, but I overthink any idea of my own, so knowing the fic idea came from the community gives me soo much relief. Anyways, thanks for reading, send requests if you wanna, and if you haven't heard it today YOU ARE AMAZING!!
also tysm @michaelssugarbby for this amazing request and just being so cool
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Today's topic, people are stupid, and will see the evil as good, and the good as evil.
I came across a video about Peter pan on my tt and decided to watch along. I then go to the comments and see them talking about Michael. A few other them gave very weird, some just curiosity.
In this day in age this is stupid, Michael has been proven not guilty time and time again. The cops didn't find not one thing. Nothing happened. Them people really messed up his whole career. (Thanks white ppl.)
If anything, WHY are we not talking about Jeffrey and Trump, when there is so much evidence and files (which still, haven't all been released) but you guys go on and on about this black man.
I just want to say the original creator has NOTHING to do with this btw, she good. (sydney.symone if you want to watch the video!) But I find this annoying. Do you all not think that working since the age of 5, getting constantly beaten, talked to like you ain't sh!t, and having horrid nerve damage won't have an effect on how you function? He's been through so much more, but these are just examples.
I hope all of those who speak ill of Michael nothing but the worst. Innocent on everything and yet his name is still dragged. But you guys just ignore the epsitein files and keep that man in office?
Anonymous asked:
Can you write a fic about Marlon and reader’s first kiss? Reader is adorably shy
of courseee baby (this is kinda short since im in the midst of writing something else)
You were tucked into a booth in a diner down town, legs jittering under the table and bottom lip between your teeth.
this was your third date since you and Marlon started dating and you were fairly nervous. You knew the basic rules of a first date but not the second, or even the third.
most people barely go past first dates.
But Marlon had told you that he had a nice time with you and boom, second date, then now the third one.
the bell above the door chimed and he swaggered inside, glancing around, his fro looking beautiful. you could feel your hands getting sweaty and you quickly wiped them on your skirt.
“Hey mama.” Marlon flashes a grin, opening his arms, clearly wanting a hug. You stand and give him a gentle hug—which he returns with a tighter one. Jeez, he was a strong hugger.
he pulls back and looks you over. “You look good.” you smile. “Thanks.. you do too.”
He tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ear and gestures to the menu on the table. “You already ordered?”
“No.. i was waiting on you.” you murmur and sit down, grabbing the menu. “Im sorry mama, my brothers were being.. their usual selves.”
You laugh. “Its fine, i wasn’t waiting too long anyway.”
The dinner goes smoothly, you both chat about your families and the things thats been going on in life since you two last saw each other.
He even feeds you a cherry from your milkshake.
Which almost splattered on your shirt, making him panic and apologized by getting you another one.
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“I had a great time today, Mar.” you smile sheepishly up at him as you stand in front of the diner, deliciously stuffed with your meal.
“Me too baby.” He places his hand on your cheek. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?” his thumb strokes your skin gently. “Quit the buttering up, Marlon.”
“Im serious.” he insists, staring down at you, then tips your face up. Your body tenses, oh god, hes about to kiss you.
Thats also the embarrassing thing.
not only have you barley gotten past first dates, you never kisses someone before.
Before you can tell him, his soft lips are on yours, and it.. feels amazing. it wasn’t like in the movies where the lips awkwardly mush together, it was a gentle press.
you find yourself melting into him, hands grasping his shirt.
he pulls back slowly, grinning down at you. “Thanks for your first kiss.”
Your face heats. “Y-You knew?”
He laughs. “You went rigid, i know you like the back of my hand now, this is our third date remember?”
You swat his arm. “Go home, you jerk.”
perm tags: @kissmyglxck @tinydreamerpillar @angelxcs @sighrns
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— 𖧧 | RAY-BANS
⛧ | PAIRING : bad era michael x (black) fem reader !
⛧ | SUMMARY : Michael has a pissy ass attitude because you wanted him to take off his sunglasses for one photo. Little did he know, his behavior would cause an internal spiral within you.
⛧ | WARNINGS : sub!mike, anxious attachment, arguing, begging, grovelling, very heavy angst, tabloid gossip, michael’s sorta oblivious, lovemaking through oral (f rec.), insecurities, intrapersonal conflicts, hurt + slight comfort, emotionally complex reader, avoidant behaviors, ambiguous ending, reader has michael on a tight leash, 2 foot kisses, mike thinks physical affection will fix everything </3, age gap (25-32), reader is newer in the entertainment business so she’s still sensitive, povs switch (not confusingly tho), partially proofread (ignore typos)!
⛧ | WC : 9.1k.
⛧ | A/N : Trying a new layout!! I almost made reader…psychotic n then went with the emotionally traumatized route. I really enjoyed writing this dynamic. And i loveeeee angst. (Dialogue in italics is past-tense!)