a short blurb of how Michael loves how expressive you can be.
tags: 2.5k, sfw, established relationship (married), dangerous era!michael, tooth-rotting fluff, A MAN WHO YEARNS IS A MAN WHO EARNS, dangerous tour gold pants mention, usage of petnames (mama, baby)
author's notes: OMFG L'APOTRE DE LA LUNE BLOG DEBUT :D i listened to blinking game by jonghyun on repeat for this, #shoutout to men who yearn. the results are that i wrote a one-shot so intimate i actually had to leave my desk a couple times bc my heart got so full thinking of yearner!michael.
그대여 내 눈에 비친 그댈 봐요
아름다워
제발 부끄러워 말아요
내 눈에 그대로 담아 둘래요
My love, see yourself reflected in my eyes
So beautiful
Please don’t be shy
I want to place you in my eyes, just as you are
Michael loved how expressive you were.
You couldn’t hide anything from him even if you tried. No matter how taut your lips would be to how you verbally express yourself, your eyes would always betray you first.
Whenever the two of you went out and you tasted something especially delicious, your eyes would crinkle at the corners before your lips had even decided to smile. Michael would watch the reaction unfold from across the table, as though he had been the one to prepare the meal himself. Sometimes he would insist that he didn’t want dessert, only to order the one you had been eyeing and slide the plate between you- just so he could see your face brighten after the first bite.
He could never forget your face when he showed off the final product of the things he would be wearing for his upcoming tour. Michael could tell immediately which ones you liked.
The ones you loved earned widened eyes, an impressed little lift of your brows, and an eager hand reaching out to touch certain embellishments. The ones you hadn’t quite wrapped your mind around inspired a far more complicated response. Your gaze would flicker from the costume to his face, then back to the costume again, your lips pressing together as you searched desperately for something less offensive to say.
Michael would stand there with his arms folded, already fighting a smile. “Well?”
“It’s…" You look at his gold pants in feigned appreciation. "Interesting.”
“Interesting?”
You maintained your very best poker face, one that would not alarm your husband that his interesting choice of fabric did not settle right with you.
“…Sure.”
Michael’s shoulders dropped. “You hate it.”
“I- I didn’t say that," you scoffed, trying to play off your detachment through your deflections.
“You didn’t have to.”
He would laugh while you swatted at his arm, offended that he had read you so easily. It hardly mattered how composed you tried to appear, one look into your eyes and he knew precisely what you were thinking.
Most importantly, he would never forget the first time he gave you a necklace for your wedding anniversary.
In all his years of loving you, Michael had showered you with extravagant bouquets that occupied nearly every vase in the house. He had arranged elaborate dinners, surprise getaways, and vacations to places you had only ever dreamed of visiting. He even went as far as renting out an entire restaurant because he wanted the evening to belong solely to the two of you.
Yet it was a simple rose quartz heart resting on a delicate chain that made you cry.
He had chosen it himself. The stone was a pale, milky pink- polished until it caught the light with every movement. It was a lovely piece, but modest compared to some of the things he had given you before. For that reason, he hadn’t been certain how you would receive it.
The instant you opened the box, however, your eyes told him everything.
Michael watched what seemed like a dozen emotions pass through them in a matter of seconds. Surprise came first, followed by recognition when you realized he had remembered you once mentioning your fondness for rose quartz. Then came the tenderness that made your brows pull together and your lips part without a sound.
Michael swore he didn’t need the world’s most powerful telescope to discover an entire universe. He had already found them in your eyes.
Before they could glass over completely, you blinked rapidly, tipping your face upward as though the ceiling might offer some assistance. “Oh, no,” you whispered hurridly.
His smile faltered. “What?”
“My makeup," you croaked, the frightened sincerity in your voice pulled a startled laugh from him.
You fanned away the oncoming tears with your hand, your voice peaking in the upmost seriousness of the situation of your makeup being the one on the line- and definitely not your heartstrings. “This isn’t funny, Mike. I spent forty minutes on my eyeliner.”
“You don’t like it?”
That brought your gaze straight back to him. “Michael.”
“What?” he asked, all false innocence.
“You know I love it.”
“I jus' wanted to hear you say it.”
“You’re horrible.” But you were smiling as you said it, and Michael could see the tears gathering despite your best efforts.
He slipped the box from your hands and removed the necklace, brushing your hair aside before assisting in fastening it around you.
His fingers and knuckles lingered against your skin, your signature fragrance radiating only stronger the closer he stood. You suppressed a shiver from the feeling of his roughened fingertips that would always handle you with reverence brush over the nape of your neck as he draped the cool chain onto your neck.
When you turned your head around, he could see the trembling pout that was nearly obscured by your hair, followed quickly after one tear that had escaped and begun slipping down your cheek. Michael caught it gently with his thumb before it could travel far enough to ruin anything.
“There,” he murmured, thumb mindlessly starting to brush the underside of your jawline. “Saved your makeup, f’my pretty girl.”
That only made you cry harder.
He laughed and drew you into his arms while you buried your face against his chest, scolding him for being pleased with himself. The necklace was beautiful, but what undid you was the thought behind it. The fact that he had remembered something you had said so casually months before, without any expectation that he would keep it.
But the thing was… Michael always kept those things. He collected every passing comment, every brief change in your expression, every seemingly insignificant preference you revealed. He knew which flowers made you smile and which ones made you sneeze. He knew that when you were upset, your mouth became very still, as if you were afraid the truth might escape if you moved it. He knew that you bit the inside of your cheek whenever you were trying not to laugh.
And he knew that when you loved something- when you truly, deeply loved it- you looked at it as though you wanted to memorize every detail.
Don't even get the man started on the way that you look at him.
At night, when the two of you settled beneath the covers, Michael loved studying your face before the room went dark. He would lie on his side with one hand tucked beneath his cheek, watching as you recounted some story from your day. Your entire face participated. Your brows rose and fell dramatically. Your nose wrinkled whenever you reached the part that annoyed you. Your lips pulled into exaggerated imitations of the people involved, each person receiving a different voice.
Michael rarely interrupted, he didn’t need to. Watching you was entertainment enough.
Sometimes you would stop halfway through a story and narrow your eyes at him. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“Like what?”
“Like... that.” You pulled your hand out from under the covers, gesturing vaguely towards Michael's face.
He would just smile as he shook his head. “I don’t know what you mean.”
“You’re staring.”
“I’m listenin', mama.”
“You can listen without looking into my soul.”
“But then I’d miss half the story.”
You would roll your eyes and turn away from him, but he could still see the smile you tried to conceal.
Tonight was no different.
You had been telling him about something that had happened earlier before he got home, but Michael had lost the thread of the story several minutes ago. He was too busy watching you. The bedside lamp cast a warm glow across your face, catching every subtle shift in your expression.
You were growing increasingly suspicious. "Michael. You haven’t heard a word I’ve said.”
“I have, baby.”
“Oh, yeah?" You propped yourself up from the bed. "What did I say?”
He hesitated, mouth hung slightly agape with nothing but a whimper escaping his throat.
Your eyes narrowed as each passing second, you were left with no response.
Michael’s mouth finally twitched before he carefully started out his sentence. “You were talking about-”
“-Don’t hurt yourself, now.”
He laughed, ducking his head into the pillow. His beautiful curls fanned both sides of the silky pillow like soft tendrils.
“I knew it!” You exclaimed, folding your arms over your chest. “You were staring at me again.”
“I can’t help it," he mumbled into the pillow with a cry.
“That isn’t a defense, Mikey.”
“It’s the truth!" Michael turned his head away from the pillow to face his wife, the grown man practically pleading and whining to prove his innocence.
You tried to maintain your stern expression, but your gaze softened despite you. Michael saw it happen in real time and broke into a smile, which only made you more determined to hide.
You reached over your husband and switched off the lamp in defiance, darkness swallowed the room.
“There,” you declared. “Problem solved.”
Michael's head turned from the lamp and then to you. “Hey-”
“-You can listen properly now.”
“Baby," he huffed. dragging the "y"of your petname. "I was listenin'. Promise.”
“No, you were studying me like I was something under a microscope.”
He shifted closer beneath the covers until his knee brushed yours. “Turn the light back on f'me.”
“No.”
“Please?”
“No," you laughed, pressing your response firmer.
He found your waist in the darkness and tugged you down towards him. A laugh escaped you before you could stop it, and Michael immediately grinned.
“I heard that.”
“Heard what?”
“You smiled.”
“You can’t hear someone smile.”
“I can hear yours.”
His hand traveled up your back, settling between your shoulder blades as he drew you against his chest. You tucked your face beneath his chin, still pretending to be annoyed, though the way you melted into him told a different story entirely.
For a while, neither of you spoke. You took in his steady breathing, the thumps of his heartbeat lulling you into his comforting touch. Michael traced slow, absent circles against your back. Even without the light, he could picture every expression that crossed your face. The small crease between your brows would be gone by now. Your eyelids would be growing heavy. Your mouth would be soft and relaxed, no longer fighting a smile.
He pressed a chaste kiss to your forehead. “You know what I love most?” he asked, breaking their brief moment of comfortable stillness.
“About staring at me?” You immediately quipped back.
“About you, silly girl.”
Your voice softened. “What?”
Michael was quiet for a moment. He had spent so much of his life surrounded by his own carefully managed expressions. Smiles arranged for cameras, rehearsed responses during interviews, people who looked at him and saw whatever they had already decided he was before he ever spoke. But there was nothing rehearsed about you.
Every feeling moved through you honestly, even the ones you tried to hide. Especially the ones you tried to hide. Michael loved that you trusted him enough to let him see them. He loved that there was no audience in the room when you looked at him- no expectations or performances. Just you, seeing him.
“I always know where I stand with you,” he murmured. “Even when you won’t tell me.”
You lifted your head from his chest. He couldn’t see your face very well, but he felt the change in you- the sudden motionlessness, the careful breath you took before speaking.
“That sounds like a very polite way of saying I have no control over my face.”
Michael smiled wistful. “No, you don’t.”
You pinched his side out of protest. He flinched with a cackle, catching both of your hands before you could do it again. He brought one of your knuckles to his lips, kissing them one by one.
“But I love that,” Michael continued, bringing the hand he held captive up to cradle the side of his face. “I love knowin' when you’re happy. I love watchin' you try not to laugh when you’re mad at me. I even love that look you give me when you think I’ve lost my mind.”
You hummed in response, your thumb gently soothing the outline of his cheekbone, “I give you that look often.”
“I know.”
“You earn it often," you added in addendum.
“I know that, too, mama.”
Your other hand relaxed within his- fingers sprawled out as Michael threaded his fingers through yours and rested them against his chest.
“And I love the way you look at me,” he quietly admitted. Something in his voice made the teasing leave you.
“How do I look at you?” You asked with the tilt of your head.
“Like I’m just Michael.”
"Baby..." You mirrored Michael’s affection back at him, thumb brushing the top of his knuckles. "You are just Michael," you affirmed.
“I know.” His answer came more quietly. “With you, I know.”
You leaned forward until your forehead found his in the darkness. Michael’s hand that held you to his chest rose instinctively to cradle your cheek. You leaned into his touch, desperate for more. He felt your eyelashes flutter when he pressed a kiss beside your eye. Then the other. Your nose wrinkled against his with a light giggle. Although the room was far too dark for him to see it, he knew you were smiling.
“There it is,” he whispered. You could feel his hot breath just short of your lips.
“What?”
“That face.”
“You can’t even see me.”
“I don’t have to.”
His thumb moved over your cheek, finding the corner of your mouth by touch. His eyes followed the trail his thumb painstakingly and slowly made along the bottom of your lip before his eyes flickered to you. Your smile deepened beneath his touch but your eyes told a different story. You were patiently impatiently waiting for him to make his next move, the slight restlessness in your eyes as they flitted from his partially agape lips to his teasing expression.
The man could only deny his wife any further before being incurred a wrath so extreme.
And just like that, Michael brought your head downward and kissed you slowly, smiling when he felt you smile against his lips. And as you curled closer into his touch, the both of your legs intertwining underneath the sheets, he realized that darkness did very little to conceal you from him.
He had loved your expressions for so long because they made them you. To know your peculiar behavior wasn't a sign that you were predictable, no- quite far from it. To know the way your eyes crinkle or mouth quirk- in all the ways the world would get a reaction out of you- was to know your heart. Much to your dismay when Michael lovingly points them out.
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summary: michael makes love to you, unprotected, for the first time
warning: smut, 18+, unprotected sex, p-in-v, handjob, fingering, creampie, use of ‘mama’ ‘baby’ ‘sweetheart’ ‘tink/tinka’, established relationship
author’s note: decided to switch up my style, and i really like it! heavily inspired by @/michaeldiary (not sure if she’d want to be directly tagged but go check out her amazing work!)
Michael had been dreaming about making love to you, unprotected, since the very beginning of your relationship.
He hated to admit it—as he felt blasphemous and crude for thinking about his lady in such a way—but it was the lewd truth. Ever since he officially called you his girl, he let his twisted mind run away with itself at the idea of making love to you with no barriers. Dreaming of the opportunity to feel the sensation of sliding into your wet, warm heat with no physical preventative, coating his length in your slick arousal.
It drove him wild.
Unfortunately for his none-the-wiser Witness mother, Michael had made love to you before. Countless, incredible, mind-blowing times—alas, protected. The amount of condoms he stole from Jackie’s bedside drawer was almost comedic—until you told him to just send Bill to the drugstore for his very own box.
That he did—it was shocking how many boxes you were going through the second you both grew madly intoxicated with sex. It was sensational—Michael knew all of the spots, inside and out of you, that made you mewl. Whether it was nipping at the skin beneath your earlobe, or the way you liked your clit rubbed, or how much pressure to apply when toying with your nipples, or the angle of his hips when he would be driving into you at a ferocious speed, hitting the spot that left you screaming—he knew them all like the back of his hand. Each session of electrifying sex better than the last.
He didn’t think anything could top it.
Except one thing.
“Tink?”
Michael’s soft, warm voice sounded itself into the small of your bedroom, forcing your head up from the book you were deeply engrossed in. You looked up slowly from the moreish pages, not wanting to drag your glasses-clad eyes away from the words that were drawing you in, before you met his gaze.
Michael was lying on his stomach comfortably at the foot of your bed—knuckle-deep in his notebook that had jumbles of lyrics, affirmations and song titles scribbled across it in his messy, hurried writing, a worn down pencil in his grasp. He was in his pyjamas, hair ruffled from running a hand through it incessantly, and a curious, nervous expression across his face.
“What’s up, baby?”
Michael averted your gaze, vision locking on your feet nearest his head, his eyes locking on the small rabbits that etched themselves into the soft, fluffy fabric.
“I’ve been thinkin’.”
“Oh, no.” You giggled, deciding this was far more interesting than your book, as you dog-eared the page, closing it shut and slipping it gently next to you on the white, cotton sheets.
“Nothin’ bad, ‘promise.” He breathed out a short laugh, “Just about ..us.”
“That makes it sound real bad, Mikey.”
Michael huffed out another chuckle, “No, no. I just mean …us, like—like, what we do.”
You watched him intently as he rambled—his hands now coming up to pick the balls of fluff that had escaped their woven capture of your socks, slender fingers prying them from the material softly, as his mind raced a thousand miles a minute.
“You’re gonna have to be a bit clearer, honey.” You coaxed softly, titling your head to the side as you watched him.
He had always been shy and bashful—afraid of serious or intimate conversations in his timid nature. Nevertheless, you adored that about him—he was soft, kind, and sweet, all brilliant qualities that made your heart warm.
Michael sighed loudly, his head dropping slightly in an attempt to hide the embarrassed blush that crept up his cheeks and ears—painting his brown skin a deep shade of burgundy.
“I was just wonderin’—only if you wanted to of course!—if you wanted to …if me and you could, y’know...” He mumbled quickly, picking faster now as his innermost thoughts let slip, “I was just wonderin’ if when me and you …you-know-what …we could maybe, again only if you wanted to and were comfortable with, we could—“
“Michael, what on Earth are you saying, baby?” You laughed, smiling brightly at his frantic mumbling.
“Gosh, I’m awful at this. Forget it.” Michael huffed in defeat, his head falling into the plush sheets beneath him, hiding his face from you.
“No, no! Baby, don’t do that.” You giggled softly, leaning down to pry his face gently from the covers, thumbs instantly finding his warm cheeks to provide comfort in his anxiousness, “You don’t need to be embarrassed or worried, y’know I won’t judge you.”
Michael gazed at you, lip now caught between his teeth, as he debated the words in his head—eyes swimming in your own in an attempt to find any malice or dishonesty. He found none, and sighed, accepting defeat.
“I wanted to know if maybe you wanted to, when we …make love, you wanted to not use a—oh, Jesus—a …condom.”
The silence that followed was short, the only sound filling Michael’s apprehensive ears was the loud thumping of his own racing heartbeat—before your soft, sweet giggles filled it.
“Oh, Mikey, is that what it was all this time?” You breathed with a wide smile, “Baby, you’re so adorable.”
“Stop, Tink! I’m serious.”
If even at all possible, your smile grew deeper at his flushed, nervous frame, hands back picking at your socks as he awaited your real response.
“Yes.”
“What?”
“Yes, Michael. I do want to.”
Michael swallowed thickly—eyes darting up swiftly to meet your own as your agreement hit him. He didn’t know what he was expecting, but such a quick, nonchalant response was definitely not it.
“R—Really? You do?” Michael breathed, almost stunned at the causality of your words.
“Yes, honey.” You smiled, your hand moving to cup his cheek, the red-hot blush creeping through your skin as you connected with him, “We’ve been together long enough now, I trust you.”
And that’s how you ended up stark naked, clothes discarded on the floor beneath the bed, yes even your bunny socks!, and between Michael’s spread legs. His head lay comfortably against the headboard as you met his lips—whining softly into the kiss as his tongue brushed into your mouth with the practiced ease of a long-term, established boyfriend. Adjusting in your spot, Michael’s half-hard dick brushed against the skin of your forearm—a groan spilling from his lips, into yours, length jumping where it rest against his abdomen.
Your hand, nimble and precise, slipped between your connected bodies at the lips, and wrapped firmly around the thick, warm base of him. Michael parted from your lips momentarily, head lolling back against the wood of your headboard, eyes fluttering shut, as the sensation of your small hand curling around him sent thumping blood flooding into the direction of where you held. While he was preoccupied succumbing to the pleasure, you took the opportunity to spit into your palm, switching hands to your more confident, and instantly begin a slow, rhythmic pumping of his cock.
“S-Shit! Tinka, just like that.” Michael breathed, the loud shlick! shlick! shlick! of your methodical fist around his stiff length filled the room, mingling deliciously with his unashamed whines of pleasure.
His clit-throbbingly beautiful whines only increased as you peppered kisses along the column of his throat—occasionally nipping at the skin to gauge his reaction, which came willingly with each graze of your teeth and suck of the skin. Your hand remained working on him—a slow, almost teasing curl of your wrist each time you’d make it to the thick base, before tightening ever so slightly around the shaft, and then squeezing gently at the head, thumb swiping over his tip, collecting the drooling pre-cum onto your digits as added lubricant, in a fluid movement.
Michael was a whimpering mess, head fallen back, eyes rolled into his skull, mouth agape letting the prettiest noises fall from his plump lips—all the while letting his cock twitch violently in your grasp. With another swipe of your thumb over the head, Michael jerked his hips upwards involuntarily, a low groan scratching from deep in his chest at the stimulation.
“C—Come up here, baby.” He rasped, eyes now forced open to meet yours, that ogled him hungrily.
You shuffled, hand still enclosed around his shaft, up the bed, straddling his meaty thighs. You got comfortable, resting your weight on his legs, as you began your slow, torturous pace once more.
Michael wasted no time—his hands instantaneously coming up to grab a hold of the fat of your hips, kneading the skin beneath his calloused palms. With precision only a boyfriend of eighteen months would have, Michael’s hands slipped between your legs—hands massaging your inner thighs, tempting you to pleasure. A quiet mewl escaped you as his touch left a hot, burning residue over your skin—like his hands were made of fire, as they etched closer to where you drooled.
“Oh, mama.” Michael panted, his fingers coming in direct contact with your seeping arousal that painted your inner thighs, “This all f’me?”
“Mmh—“ A whine escaped you as his fingers trailed higher and higher, “Just for you, baby.”
Michael hummed, satisfied with your response, before swiping a singular finger through your soaking wet lips—digits collecting your ecstatic essence on his fingers, the tip of his finger catching your clit with each stroke. Your back arched instantly into the touch, a quiet whimper tumbling from your lips before you could stop it, as your hand slightly tightened around his cock.
Michael hissed at the sensation, “Shit—You like that, mama? You like it when I touch you like that, hm?”
You nodded quickly, a soft, almost inaudible moan left you, as his pressed the pad of his finger directly onto your throbbing pearl—applying the perfect pressure to leave you breathless and wanting more.
“Can I put one inside you, baby?”
“Please, please, Michael—Ah!”
In one slippery, swift movement, the long slenderness of his middle finger filled you—the sheer length of his nimble digits instantly forcing you to double over. You moaned loudly by the shell of his ear, feminine and sensual, the noise going straight to where you stroked Michael—a similar noise mixing with your own. Michael, knowing you so well, curled his fingers upwards to your front wall—the pad of his finger rubbing, at a delicious pace, against the spot inside you that had you crying out.
“Oh, yeah? That the spot, baby? Right there?” He huffed, breath hot against your cheek, before he pressed a tender kiss there.
“Yes—God—right there!”
Your hand never stopped its stroking—clamped down in a perfect grip around his leaking dick as he worked his finger inside you. Soon enough, a second finger slipped in—the stretch of his thick, lengthy digits sending you breathless and whining, the intensity of the magic of his hands making you flushed and sweating from the arousal.
“Mama, I need—Mmmh—Sweetheart, I need you. Need to feel you, please.” Michael begged, his Bambi, doe-eyes meeting your blown-out ones as you forced yourself up from his neck.
“Okay, honey, okay, I—oh, God—I’m ready.”
With another quick hum of agreement, Michael hoisted you up from his lap, two strong hands under your arms, and rose from the bed. He laid you down gently, a hand coming up to cradle your head to soften the fall, as your bare back hit the cool cotton. Michael hovered over you, leaning down to press rushed, messy kisses to your swollen lips, tongue swirling your own, and nipping at your bottom lip excitedly.
Straightening up, Michael took a firm hold of his hardened dick, stroking it softly in his fist, before guiding it between your parted legs.
“You sure you’re ready, mama?”
Your heart, already burning with ecstatic desire, warmed at his thoughtful nature—nodding briskly as he lifted your legs smoothly, hooking them over his broad shoulders. He instantly guided his dick towards where you drooled—your arousal now coating your puffy lips, trickling out of you like a faucet.
With a singular slide of his dick between your bare, slick folds, his length coated in your arousal, mixing with his own pre-cum, Michael ripped a groan from his throat. You too gasped—the scorching heat of his plump, mushroom-headed tip gliding over your exposed sex sent shockwaves of electricity flying through you.
“Oh—Oh, God, Tink.” Michael whined, eyebrows scrunched up his forehead, “Y’so—Shit—You’re so warm, oh my.”
“Michael, please,” You panted, desperate to feel him, “Stop teasin’ and put it in, please.”
“O—Okay, baby, I’ll make y’feel good, ‘promise.”
With ease, Michael guided his throbbing dick towards your clenching entrance, and with a lewd pop!, the head caught—and for the first time, he slid in. Raw.
The unison cry of pleasure that left both of you was pornographic—your head threw back against the sheets, the overwhelming sensation of his thick, hot, unprotected dick sliding into your tight, slick pussy had you seeing stars, and he hadn’t even bottomed out. As for Michael, he was already seeing things—not stars, but, more so, hearts. He’d never felt something so incredible in all his life—he was certain this feeling, the spasming, wetness of your bare sex, clenching around him like you didn’t want to ever let him go, was going to change your sex life forever.
“Holy shit, baby.” Michael groaned, voice cracking ever so slightly as he finally buried himself to the hilt—dick nudging your cervix from the size of him, and stretching you out to near max capacity.
Michael wasn’t one for cursing—so you knew in this moment he’d never felt anything so sensational.
“Fuck, baby—mmnh—move, honey, please.” You begged, your voice nearing on a sob as the sensation of his cock twitching inside you flowed through you like water down a dry gullet.
Michael moved swiftly—like he couldn’t bear the thought of leaving you unsatisfied for one moment—and pulled back, before slamming back in. Your back curved into a ‘C’ shape as it arched off the sheets—his cock already abusing your G-spot even after the first delicious thrust.
Michael was loosing it already—now nestling his face into the crook of your ankle, pressing sloppy kisses to the skin, whining into the flesh that danced with your perfume, as he dragged his dick in and out, in and out, in and out—each time as beautifully arousing as the last.
“Jesus Christ, Tink, I—I’ve—oh my God—never felt anything like this.” He revealed, eyes turning to your fucked-out expression, “Y’got the most perfect, beautiful pussy in the whole world, girl—shit!”
His name fell from your lips in a seductive, sensual manner—chanting it like a crazed fan of his in a crowd, like the only thing your brain could even fathom was his name. Michael continued smothering his face in your ankle, occasionally pressing kisses to your pedicured toes—whimpering about how every part of you, head to toe, was pure perfection. How he couldn’t believe how he landed with a girl like you.
He was star-struck.
Just like always, whenever Michael would press you into the mattress and take you with the magic between his legs, a mind-numbing orgasm crept up your spine—tingling deep in your abdomen. The blabbering began—his dick still splitting you in half as his hips rolled desperately fast into your crotch, his coarse, curly pubic hairs dragging along your clit with the perfect friction.
“Mich—Fuck, baby!—Michael, I’m gonna—Oh! Ah! I’m gonna cum!” You cried out, louder than you anticipated and now secretly thankful you lived alone in your California apartment.
Michael whimpered at the reveal of your pleasure—his body jerking forward to nestle into your front, still rutting into you like a dog in heat. With every practiced, harsh thrust of his hips, dick repeatedly abusing the toe-curling spot inside you, your orgasm approached faster and faster, like a train going a thousand miles an hour. And that out-of-this world orgasm only hit you head on, like a saucepan to the forehead, as Michael’s plush lips wrapped around your pebbled nipple—swirling his tongue around the erect nub, before sucking with pristine suction.
“Michael!”
It was sensational—the magnitude of the orgasm that washed over you was nothing like you’d ever felt. The pressure of his mouth on your breast, his hands gripping your ankles that still rest upon his shoulders, or the prominent vein on the underside of his shaft that dragged along your fluttering walls—all contributed to slamming you head-first into a crippling release. Your legs violently shook, calves tensed and spasming on his shoulders, back arched into a brutal curve, eyes slammed shut, and half-rolled to the back of your head, and mouth taut in an ‘O’ shape as your pussy clamped down him viciously.
“O—Oh, God, sweetheart.” Michael panted, entranced by your heavenly reaction, “Thaaaat’s it, that’s it, Tinka, cum for me. Cum alllll over me, baby.”
Michael, even despite you aggressively clenching and twitching around him as you orgasmed, never let up his thrusts—continuing, faster than before, jackhammering his dick impossibly deeper as he chased his own release, grunting and groaning into your ear.
“Shit, shit, shit, love, where—Holy shit—where d’ya want me? Where d’ya want it, sweetheart?” He panted, chest heaving against your own, your perked nipples grazing over his skin, dripping with sweat.
“Inside!”
“What?”
“I—Inside, Michael, please!” You cried, eyes still clamped shut, nails dragging down his bare back, clawing at his skin as the overstimulation fashioned itself deep in your core as he relentlessly pounded into you.
“Oh, God, oh God—oh, Tink, I love you. I love you! I love you! I love y—I’m gonna—Ah!”
Crying out nearly as loud as you, Michael forced his violently throbbing dick as deep as he could go—body jerking and convulsing as he pulsed inside you. The sensation of Michael’s hot, thick spurts of cum flooding your pussy was like no other—it was otherworldly. And he came twice as hard as he would do with a condom wrapped around his pretty cock—and twice as much fluids. Michael could fill a condom pretty impressively—but this was different. With every subconscious, uncontrollable stutter of his hips as he whimpered into the crook of your neck, cum still spurting from him like a leaky tap, his release squelched loudly—now forced out the insanely small gap between his girth and your clenching walls, drooling down his exposed base, to his tightened balls, and onto the bedsheets below.
For a while, neither of you moved. Michael stilled inside you, now softening slowly inside your impossibly wet sex, filled to the brim with his release, mixing with your own creamy essence, as he heaved onto the sticky flesh of your collarbone. Your hands scattered across his back, fingers now tracing the lines you carved into his skin.
Finally, Michael, with a loud huff, lifted himself from your skin on two forearms pressed deeply into the plush of the mattress. Your eyes met, and a soft, warm bubble of giggles left both of your swollen lips—utterly enthralled by one another.
“That was…”
“Yeah.”
Another round of breathless laughter left you both, blushes creeping up your cheeks as the reality of what you’d just acted out hit your conscious brain.
Michael leaned down, pressed a loving, gentle kiss to your lips, humming softly into your mouth, beginning a slow, sensual kiss, still locked deeply inside you, even in his flaccid state.
Pulling away with a sweet mwah!, Michael smiled cheekily down at you, “I’m throwing that condom box away.”
genre: fluff, suggestive, one-shot, domestic au, established relationship, proposal, any era!mj
synopsis: michael had never been more sure of a decision in his life until now which is proposing to you. so he planned a proposal with reassurance from tito… except the plan was planting the ring in your favourite cereal.
word count: 3.3k
warnings: slightly suggestive, eluding to sex but no actual descriptions/activity, might be slight ooc territory, mj cursing once, fem! reader, reader insert, no race specified for reader, ass mentioned, cringe dialogue?
“Fuck.” an incredibly rare curse came from Michael as he ran his fingers through waves and aggressively ruffled them before he sighed in pure frustration, wrecked with nerves. “What if she doesn’t like it?” he wondered to himself, agonising over the situation as he looked down at the tiny velvet box in his large hand. The box encased an object so small, so delicate yet so priceless and it undoubtedly held the power to determine his future. “What if she says no?” he said to himself as he gripped the box tightly in his grasp. “What if I’m rushing this? What if she isn’t ready?” His negative thoughts consumed him. This time Michael gripped the front of his shirt and dragged it over his head to momentarily suffocate himself but really he just didn’t know what to do with himself.
He went to the telephone in the kitchen and dialed Tito, he was the older brother, surely he would be able to help? Tito picked up on the third ring. “Have you done it yet?” Tito asked. “No. I’m terrified, what if she doesn’t like the ring? What if she’s not ready? Or worse, what if she says no?” he rushed in one breath, on the verge of hyperventilation. “Woah woah woah, chill out, man! Why would she say no? She’s head over heels for you! Why on earth do you think she’ll say no? That’s crazy talk. If she’s not ready, then nothing. You talk it out and give her the time she needs. Everything will be fine, just communicate. I’m very sure she’ll say yes so stop worrying.” Tito said reassuringly.
“Maybe this is a dumb plan. Should I just ask her out on a date and do it the old fashioned way?” Michael asked as he chewed on his bottom lip. “Look, that’s up to you. Honestly, it’s kind of a dumb plan but in a cute way. There’s nothing wrong with popping the question at a restaurant but knowing how private the two of you are, I’m sure she’ll appreciate you asking in the comfort of your own home. Plus, she’s got a great sense of humour, she might even find the whole situation funny.” Tito reasoned.
“I mean I could just book out a restaurant for the evening.” Michael said with a nervous giggle. “Mike.” Tito deadpanned and he could almost see the face. “You’re right, you’re right. I’m just… really nervous Tito.” Michael said. “Honestly, you have nothing to worry about. She’s gonna say yes. I know it.” Tito said, ever the calm, collected and dependable brother who always knew what to say. Michael said his thank you’s and goodbyes and ended the call.
Michael quickly walked to and then opened the cabinet to grab the box of your favourite cereal, he opened the packet inside the cardboard box and took out the ring box from his pocket. “Here goes nothing.” he breathed out. He flipped open the box to reveal the stunning ring with an elegant gem set on an encrusted band like a centerpiece to behold, it glittered brilliantly in the soft morning rays, for a moment all he could do was just stare at it in awe as his heartbeat slowly calmed. This one small object would determine his future and it symbolised his never-ending love for you. This ring meant his love for you was ultimate.
He spent some time imagining this beautiful ring settled on your ring finger, his mark on you, one of his many vows to you. What if it was an heirloom to pass down to your kids? Maybe a daughter? “A baby girl?” Michael thought to himself as he gazed out of the kitchen window, his eyes held a faraway look as he got lost in a daydream of your lives intertwined.
Yes, he wanted children with you. He wanted to grow old and wrinkly with you, teach your kids how to swim, scare off any boys from your girls and teach how to respect women to your sons. He wanted to come home to hold you in his arms after a long day of hard work, he wanted to take care of you, he wanted to make sweet love to you, he wanted a home filled with laughter and love. He wanted all the arguments knowing at the end of the day, you’ll still coax each other to fall asleep in each others’ arms, he wanted the late nights, he wanted to help your kids with homework or bandage their knees when they’re hurt after playing. Michael wanted to build a life with you. He wanted it all- the good, the bad, the ugly. All you had to do was say yes.
After he inhaled a deep breath, Michael took out the ring and dropped it into the cereal packet, he made sure it was at the very top so it would fall out on the first pour. He placed the box back in the cabinet as if it was untouched. The deed was done, now all he had to do was wait for you to wake up from your slumber.
Unless, he just woke you up, now that was a great plan he had no issue executing.
With a mischievous yet beaming smile, Michael ran to the bedroom and gently opened the door and his eyes fell on your form sleeping peacefully. The curtains were drawn but the morning light still illuminated the room in a soft, ambient glow. You wore pajama shorts and one of his shirts, your body moved in sync with your slow breaths, and one leg was propped up on a pillow taking Michael’s place. He stood at the door for a few beats because simply watching you sleep just made him fall in love all over again. You were his endgame and it will always be you.
He trudged towards the bed and slipped onto his side, he used a warm hand to trace his way from your bare leg before resting it on your stomach, the shirt had ridden up in your sleep to expose your soft skin. He loomed over your face to see your soft lips, smooth from the lip balm you applied before bed just slightly pouting in sleep and your eyelashes occasionally fluttered. He wondered what you were dreaming about. How could you sleep so soundly while he sat there, a nervous wreck?
He couldn’t afford to get sidetracked so he got to work as he started pecking the back of your neck and trailing his lips to dip between your neck and shoulder where he knew you were a bit sensitive, his favourite spot. He trailed his lips up to place wet kisses behind your ear where he knew you were a bit ticklish.
There were some mildly red and purple splotches around your décolletage from the previous night which made him smirk with giddiness. He kissed the same darkened spots a few times before he heard a whine from you and you scratched at the area. You still didn’t wake up but shifted to lay flat on your back instead.
Well, you had just unknowingly made Michael’s job way easier for him. He littered kisses all over your neck as he softly rubbed his fingers over your hip bones and your soft stomach, delighting in the goosebumps spreading over your skin. “Angel?” he called out gently. Another short whine tore from your throat, not wanting to wake up. He kissed your neck more before moving to kiss your cheeks, then your forehead, “Wake up, mama.”
Your eyelids fluttered open before they closed again, you released a slightly frustrated breath. “Whyyyy?” you whined before trying to shift to your side again and away from your boyfriend but obviously he wasn’t going to let you because he had pinned you down by gripping your torso. He nestled his face into the same crook in your neck and pressed more kisses there, “You have to wake up.” “Alright alright, I’m up.” you groaned and tiredly opened your eyes, rapidly blinking to clear the bleariness from your gaze out.
“Why are you so reluctant to wake up today?” he asked, the grin in his voice was tangible. Michael didn’t have to ask because he already knew the answer, he just wanted to be coy. “Because someone needed help with a very hard problem at midnight.” you quipped sassily, eyes still closed. “Careful, you’ll wake the beast again.” he warned, jokingly. You huffed and reached up to lightly flick his forehead in retaliation, a hoarse chuckle escaped despite you not wanting to encourage his tomfoolery early in the morning, “I can’t believe that just came out of your mouth. You’re such a dork.” “Yes but I’m your dork, baby.” he teased as his voice deepened, his eyes were bright with mirth and you giggled in response, the shakes from your body made him feel even warmer.
Your laugh tinged with the huskiness in your throat from being used for the better part of the previous night, layered with sleep caused a deep flutter in his heart. “I really want to kiss you right now.” he voiced quietly so as not to disrupt the tranquility of the morning and this bubble of peace you two were in. Your hands half-heartedly pushed at his chest, “Morning breath.” Michael stared down at you incredulously, if only you knew what his plan was, “Baby, we’ve been dating for far too long for you to be saying this. Now stop playing in my face and give in.”
“I love it when you’re so passionate, baby.” you smirked. You were so seductive, so perfect- the post-sex glow and morning light made you look ethereal. “You bring it out of me, mama. All I wanna do is love on you.” he rasped. Clearly, you didn’t need any more convincing and Michael promptly swooped down to capture your soft lips, sweet from the balm and your eyelids fluttered shut. This is what Michael wanted for the rest of his life, this feeling of pure bliss he found only with you. For him, this was the best feeling in the world- just being able to pour all his love on you. Michael was someone with a lot of love to give and he was glad you were his recipient.
He pulled away to rest his forehead against yours while you caught your breath, “So warm.” he slightly slurred out, a hand reaching out, he used his thumb to trace your bottom lip before your lips met again with a bruising force. He bit your lip and your mouth parted in a soft moan before he slowly slid his tongue in. You gently grasped his jaw with one hand, tilting his face for a better angle as your other hand caressed over his shoulder and you smiled when he shuddered under your touch. This was how the next ten minutes or so were spent- just slow and languid kisses in bed, hands wandering and not being able to have enough of each other.
A slow rumbling resounded and Michael realised he forgot his original mission. “Damn, I got carried away.” he thought to himself. “I think someone’s hungry.” he mused as he stared into your eyes, glazed from sleep and a tinge of lust from his kisses. “Gimme a few minutes, I’ll be out.” you said as you placed a final peck to his lips and got up from the bed, stretching your arms high over your head as you walked to the bathroom, and Michael simply watched your beautiful form, bare legs and hips sashaying.
It dawned on him again and his heart thundered as his palms started sweating. “Oh god, it’s happening.” his teeth worried his bottom lip. So focused on his own thoughts, he didn’t realise you came out of the bathroom until you called out for him. Michael jumped off the bed as if he wasn’t just contemplating his future. “So, cereal?” he asked, casually. You laughed as you reached out to place a kiss on his cheek, “You know me so well.” “I know, it’s almost like we’ve been dating for years.” he quipped with sarcasm and then smacked your ass, making you yelp.
You both made your way to the kitchen, he walked to the cabinet to get bowls and spoons for the two of you and walked to the living room while you grabbed the cereal box, doing a very good job of hiding the fact that there was a very expensive ring inside the box of cereal and that he had nothing to do with it. He tried and failed to avoid looking at the box as much as possible to avoid suspicion.
You sat down on the couch as he handed you a bowl. He stared at the box in your hands, glaring holes through it but you didn’t notice. You tilted the box into the bowl and the crunchy, flakes fell out in a golden stream until you heard a loud thunk. “What was that?” you asked as you felt bewildered.
Michael shrugged, he was breaking into cold sweat now. You fingered the golden flakes around and felt something cold, gripping the object between your fingers you pulled it out. “What in the-?” you gasped, looking at the probably most gorgeous piece of jewelry you’ve ever laid your comically wide eyes on. “How did this even get here?” you squealed in shock, losing your mind. Your first instinct was to grab the box and look at it for some kind of advertisement saying a lucky winner would win an expensive ring or something but there wasn’t any. In your excitement, you had failed to notice Michael taking the ring from your hands and getting down on his knee.
“Angel?” he called out. You looked to the side to see Michael on the ground, holding the ring up. You couldn’t help but quietly gasp in shock as your hands reached up to cover your mouth, “Oh.” Michael reached out a hand as he cleared his throat and you placed yours in his to which he squeezed it back. “From the very first time I laid eyes on you, I knew I had to secure just one date with you. I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror. Jackie had to give me a pep talk. I’ve always known you were special since the beginning, I just didn't know how special. But now I realise special isn’t even enough to describe how much you mean to me.” He paused to take a breath, trying to keep his voice steady but he felt choked up.
By this point your tears from your glimmering eyes were free flowing like twin rivers down your cheeks and onto your lap as you stared at him wide-eyed, his own pretty eyes were slightly shiny. “No word in the dictionary will ever be enough to describe what I feel for you, how much I yearn for you. I could write an entire album about what I feel for you, and it still won’t be enough. Whenever I wake up in the morning to see you next to me, I feel the need to just say thank you to God, and just think how lucky I am that the sweetest and most beautiful girl is sleeping right next to me. I think about you every time I’m in the studio, at rehearsals, when I’m in meetings, when I go on tour. You undo me.” He took another shaky breath. You didn't dare to make a sound as you cried silently but your heart had already spoken.
“You’re the girl of my dreams, the woman I want to grow old with and it would make me the happiest man on this planet if you gave me the honour of being your husband. [reader] will you marry me?” he finished. You were already nodding before he even started to ask the question, “Yes yes yes! A thousand times YES!” you said as you got off the couch to tackle him in a tight hug, burying your face in his neck, your tears wetted the spot. Michael pulled away to grab your hand and you had to just stare in awe as he slipped the ring onto your ring finger with utmost care. “Oh, Mikey, it’s so beautiful.” you said as you raised your hand to watch it glint with the shifting light. “Not as beautiful as you, baby.” he said.
This was a good time to say something as a rebuttal but you didn’t care enough. Seems like the ring itself undid something in you as you crashed your lips down on his and your hands reached to grip at the curls at the nape of his neck. “Bedroom” you breathed between kisses. “Too far.” Michael growled as he flipped the incline to tackle you to the floor without breaking contact between your lips. You reached down to tug violently at his t-shirt, Michael got the hint and pulled away to yank the annoying material and fling it to some corner of the room before reattaching his lips to yours.
His lips trailed down to hungrily litter your neck with kisses before he heard a shrill ring. You yelped as he bit down on your sensitive spot, “Mikey…” you moaned before you continued, “The phone.” you finished with great difficulty. “It’s fine, it’ll stop ringing.” he said before he reached back to press his lips to yours again, not wanting to be parted from you for a second. Goodness, kissing you would never get old, your lips were his favourite addiction. “It might be important.” you said shakily as you pulled away to stare at his lust-addled eyes but he was persistent as he chased after your lips. The phone, in fact, did not stop ringing.
“Arghh, fine!” he wrenched himself from your delectable body and shouted as he sat up, he marched to the kitchen and swiped the phone to answer the call. “Hello?” he asked, extremely annoyed. “Did it happen yet?” Tito asked impatiently. Michael smirked as he looked back at you, “She said yes.” You didn’t need to be near the phone to hear a chorus of many voices cheer gleefully on the other end. “Congratulations!” “Big up Mike!” “I’m the best man!” “Is it gonna be a destination wedding?” “Where you goin’ for the honeymoon, Mike?” a string of questions and statements flew in, all you could do was laugh.
“Alright alright, thank you everyone but we’ll talk about the wedding later, I have pressing matters to attend to.” Michael urged. “What could possibly be more important than discussing your own wedding right now?” he heard La Toya ask. “Uhh, Toya. I don’t think-” Tito began to say. “OH Y’ALL ARE NASTY!” he heard Marlon shriek. “Alright, we’ll talk to you later then. Uhhhh- you kids be careful.” Jackie said into the phone before the call abruptly ended.
“What just happened?” you asked. “Does it matter?” Michael absentmindedly retorted as he began stalking back towards you, his once pretty eyes now looked hungry. You gasped as he dragged you up by the torso from the carpeted floor and plopped you on the couch. You smiled at him, utterly lovesick and he stared at you with a loving gaze that was so intense, you felt warmth from your roots to your toes. “I love you.” you breathed. “I love you.” he said it back. He reached down to seal your lips in another heated kiss, his body provided a comfortable weight on top of you as you sighed.
…
“Y’know, it just dawned on me that you put a freaking RING in a cereal box. Michael, you’re so lame.” “Only for you, baby.”
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a/n: I'M BAAACK. did you miss me? i had a blast writing this. not sure if michael would propose in this way but i wanted to write something fluffy and cracked. i am not the biggest fan of the jacksons so i sincerely apologise if the dialogue isn't akin to their behaviour or upto par.
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𝒴ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝒷𝒾ℊℊℯ𝓈𝓉 𝒹𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓂༯ Fulfillment, meaning, and peace. Also to become an actress but also a figure for other black women and guide us till I can't anymore.
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ೀ hair color: copper (ginger)
ೀ favorite color: lavender purple .ᐟ
ೀ favorite drink(s): matcha, tea & GINGER ALE .ᐟ
ೀ one thing you love about yourself: im conceited—everything, lol jk : my willingness to help evb .ᐟ
ೀ if you can be an animal, what would you be?: a cat
ೀ dream place to visit: china or rome .ᐟ
ೀ one thing you’re looking forward to: celebrating my fren’s august birthdays .ᐟ
ೀ my biggest dream: becoming a neurologist & publishing research on tbi & colon cancer .ᐟ
ೀ songs on repeat: okayy by latto, kiss n tell by aespa, church by mariah the scientist & f*ck swag by nettspend .ᐟ
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𑣲𝄞 hair color : black
𑣲𝄞 favorite color : alice blue & pink
𑣲𝄞 favorite drink(s) : horchata & dr pepper
𑣲𝄞 one thing you love about yourself : hmmmm my fashion sense (its not consistent at all and thats why i love it)
𑣲𝄞 if you can be an animal, what would you be? : a possum :D
𑣲𝄞 dream place to visit : india and ireland
𑣲𝄞 one thing you're looking forward to : to finally be rid of church boy forever :D
𑣲𝄞 my biggest dream : to finish and graduate college. and become a counselor 🥹
𑣲𝄞 songs on repeat : free by 6lack, radar by lil hero, 3:16am by jhené aiko, champagne coast by blood orange, when the night calls by blood cultures & fantasy by dye (i never get tired of this song)
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hair colour: dark brown (my roots are black tho they're growing out lol)
favourite colour: pink, blue, dark brown, white
favourite drinks: any kind of smoothie, apple juice, lychee tea
one thing you love about yourself: naturally have a lot of empathy?
if you can be an animal, what would you be?: a humpback whale (bc i like them but also i kinda wanna mess with orcas)
dream place to visit: wherever whales are, i wanna see a whale in this lifetime
one thing you're looking forward to: traveling with my friendss
my biggest dream: creating a safe space for queer people and being happy with my friends and and uh seeing a humpback whale irl
songs on repeat: kiss n tell - aespa, when it rains - paramore, crash out - tinashe, switchblade - beabadoobee, deep love - split end, さよならロストジェネレイション - asian kung-fu generation, anyway - ephraim, 明弦音 - MyGO!!!!!
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1. Hair Color: Dark brown
2. Favorite Color: Sage green
3. Favorite Drink: Pomegranate lemonade
4. Something I Love About Myself: I’m extremely outspoken about my politics and refuse to shut up
4. What Animal Would I Be?: Red panda
5. Dream Visit: Sri Lanka, birthplace of Theravada Buddhism
6. Looking Forward To: COLLEGE!
7. Biggest Dream: Living to see the fall of the powers that be
8. Songs On Repeat: Notos by The Oh Hellos
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౨ৎ˚ hair color: still black from when i combed out my locs
౨ৎ˚ favorite color: plum
౨ৎ˚ favorite drink: coca cola!
౨ৎ˚ one thing you love about yourself: my face :)
౨ৎ˚ if you could be any animal what would you be?: a jag
౨ৎ˚ dream place to visit: italy
౨ৎ˚ what's one thing you're looking forward to right now?: this fall semester
౨ৎ˚ your biggest dream: being a rich woman, traveling the world, no kids
౨ৎ˚ song that's permanently on repeat: crush by solange, damned by miguel, be like a woman by chris rainbow, i belong to you by rome. i can’t help it by michael, IDK IDK I CANT PICK ONE 😫
| One thing you love about yourself: my creativity
| If you could be any animal what would you be?: An otter, a panther, or a llama
| Dream place to visit: Port- Au - Prince Haiti. 🇭🇹
| What’s one thing you're looking forward to? : fall semester
| Biggest Dreams: graduating, building my career, getting my PHD, traveling the world, Getting married and having a healthy relationship with my husband, buying land & a house, having kids ( in that order)
| Songs on permanent repeat: PYT by MJ, Someone to Call My Lover by Janet Jackson, Distant Lover by Marvin Gaye, He Loves Me (Lyzel in E flat) by Jill Scott (sorryyy couldn't just pick one 😔)
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