c/w ᝰ.ᐟ unprotected p in v (in a bath), spitting (alcohol), celebratory sex, intox., light choking, praise, fingering, pet names (baby, pretty, doll + no y/n), soft dom!rafe, down bad husband!rafe, sharing a bottle of tequila + spending all night in the bathtub ⋆✴︎˚｡⋆🧂🍋🟩💍🥃 ‧₊ .ᐟ 𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔭𝔬 ᢉ𐭩 ✴︎˚
Music drifts overhead, candlelight flickering across the pale stone walls. A half-empty bottle of tequila sits beside a pile of lime wedges on the edge of the oversized tub, condensation sliding slowly down the side. The water is warm, your limbs heavy as you sink deeper against Rafe’s chest.
A quiet laugh slips out of him when the movement sends water sloshing against the side of the tub.
Rafe’s big arm stays wrapped around your waist beneath the water, holding you between his legs while his thumb drifts back and forth across your skin, his chest rising and falling steadily behind you.
His mouth brushes your neck, a smile curling against your skin as he hums along with the song playing through the speakers.
“Tip a little for me,” he mumbles, his voice rough with tequila and lust, the words brushing just below your ear. You giggle breathily, tilting your head for him.
Rafe reaches for the little dish balanced on the edge of the tub, pinching some salt between his big fingers, running it in a little line on the crook of your shoulder, climbing up to your neck.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, head dipping closer, smiling against your skin before he runs his tongue along it, lingering before he tosses back a tequila shot.
The lime is already pinched between your fingers by the time he leans back, biting into it with a crooked grin.
His eyes sink shut, that burn that was there when the two of you started the bath numbed now from a few good pulls.
Rafe sets the empty shot glass on the edge of the tub and sinks a little deeper into the water with you.
“Great week,” he says, completely relaxed.
You smile and tip your head back against him, and he presses a kiss to your hair.
“Yeah?” You ask.
“S’perfect,” he says quietly, like he’s mostly talking to himself. His arm tightens around your waist and a pleased look settles across his face. “Closed a big deal. Made us a shit ton of money, baby. Good tequila. Stunning… stunning wife.”
“So charming, baby.”
“Think I earned a celebration. Don’t you?”
“I’m so proud of you, Rafe,” you whisper, feeling his smile against your skin.
“Never get tired of hearing that, pretty.” His voice slurs from the alcohol, his southern accent bleeding into each word. The depth and tenderness in his tone go straight through you.
The song changes and Rafe immediately starts smiling, dropping his head back against the tub as he settles deeper into the water.
“Fuck, I love this song,” you sigh happily, your hips quickly finding the rhythm he knew they would when he made the playlist in the first place, perfectly placing it in the middle of the list.
“I know you do,” he chuckles, his eyes falling lower, watching the way your body rolls with the music, the lyrics leaving your lips through a smile. “You gonna dance for me?” He asks, like he’s surprised in the slightest, helping you to your feet.
His rich chuckle bounces off the walls as candlelight flickers across your bare, wet skin. The lights are down low enough that he can catch every movement, but he’s kicking himself for not making it just a little brighter.
His chain glints against damp skin as he moves with the music too, ever so slightly, droplets of water sliding over broad shoulders and down his chest. His hair is half pushed back, the other half fallen loose, leaving messy blonde strands hanging in front of his lidded eyes. He breathes deeply, the cut of his stomach muscles deepening every time he chuckles.
His eyes trace down your body as you move, one hand holding your ankle under the water, the other draped over the back of the tub watching it all.
Rafe watches the little river of water slide down your curves as your hips switch to the beat. The wedding ring on his finger sparkles as he keeps time with the song drifting through the speakers.
“You are unbelievable.”
He lifts the tequila bottle passing it to you with a smile, watching as you lift it to your lips, taking a pull.
“Just perfect. Aren’t you?” He asks in a daze as his hand closes gently around your calf and he guides your leg toward him. The movement sends water sloshing against the side of the tub as you balance carefully, still laughing while he settles your foot against the center of his chest.
His lips brush your ankle, pressing a kiss there as his rough hand slides up your leg, kissing you again, just a little higher.
Something in his expression softens when you finally lower your foot back into the water. Your body pulls toward him like a magnet when the song changes.
“My girl,” he hums as his hands settle against your waist, guiding you down to straddle his lap, water rolling over the edge of the tub, landing against the marble floor with a splash.
“Careful,” he teases you playfully, tugging you closer until your knees slide against either side of his hips, the liquor and momentum leaving you slipping forward, catching yourself on his shoulder with one hand, the tequila bottle still hanging loosely from your fingers in the other.
“Fallin’ right into my lap, pretty. How did I get so lucky, hmm?” He murmurs, lips humming against yours, his hands pulling you to grind on top of his lap.
His head tips back against the tub, eyes roaming down your body, watching the way you fit on top—glossy bubbles sliding and popping as they roll over your tits. He groans like he’s starving for it—and he is.
“One more shot, baby. I don’t know how much more I can take,” he whispers as his hand slides up your body. He reaches up, tapping the edge of the tub for the salt, a quiet chuckle leaving him when he finds it.
His other hand slides up your neck, twisting in your hair, pulling you back just enough to sprinkle some salt on the top of your cleavage.
“Lips, doll,” he whispers against your skin and you giggle breathily, lifting the bottle holding a shot in your mouth as his tongue drags along your breast, cleaning up the salt.
He closes his fingers around your neck, pulling you close, parting his lips for you to spit it inside. The corners of his lips curl upward as the liquor pours into his mouth from yours, humming out a moan before he bares his teeth, biting down on the lime.
His eyes slam down, going from sweet to sour, his head quickly falling forward as your fingers wrap around his cock.
One hand slides into your damp hair while the other takes the bottle off your hand.
“Fuck, baby,” he pants hungrily between kisses, moaning into your mouth as you suck on his tongue, tasting the tequila and lime.
Your fingers stroke the underside of his thick cock, making him groan, his breathing choppy as you stroke him with the cadence of your kiss. Your fingertips ghost over his swollen tip, making him curse under his breath before biting your lip.
“Just can’t help but tease me, can you?” He mutters, his abs flexing as you toy with his cock, bucking into your hand as he bites his lip.
Rafe’s fingers tighten on the tub's edge, knuckles turning white. The blood in his cock pumps harder, his eyes growing heavier.
He nuzzles into your chest, grabbing your breasts in his big hands before pressing them together, sucking down on your nipples as your hands wrap around his neck, skimming through his hair.
You gasp as his palm presses between your thighs, rubbing before he slips his fingers through your folds, swirling over your clit, before moving a little lower.
You whimper against Rafe’s lips as he pushes in one finger, then another, curling them inside you. “Oh my god,” you moan deeply, head falling back as he works you with his hand, your body hot and dizzy, pleasure coursing through your veins as he touches you just right.
His hand falls away, wrapping around himself, the velvety head of his dick pressing against your clit, the both of you smiling in anticipation, a little sloppy from the booze, moaning when his tip bullies your entrance, stretching you out when you spread your thighs.
Rafe’s hand squeezes the back of your neck, pulling you down toward his lips. The humidity and tension between the two of you make it harder to breathe.
“Take this fuckin’ dick, huh?” He mumbles, your nails clawing into his massive shoulders, whimpering as you take every inch.
Rafe huffs, tossing his heavy head back, hands landing on your hips with a splash. His biceps swell, pulling you to rock against him.
Water starts to move around you, crashing against the back of the bath and rolling over the edge. “Mpfhh… Shit, pretty. That’s it,” he praises, feeling your pussy squeeze around him.
The two of you start moving with each other as the pressure builds inside, both of you just seconds away from coming undone in each other’s arms.
“Bounce for me,” he mumbles as his gaze falls just like before, eyes stealing glances at your tits soaked in soapy water.
“M’so close, Rafe,” you squeal as you work yourself quicker, bouncing up and down on his cock, your body slapping against him as the shallow water sloshes around you.
You cry out in pleasure, voice bouncing off the walls of the bathroom as he drills up into you, fucking his dick deep.
“Cum for me,” he whispers, and you do. Your perfect pussy flutters around his throbbing dick as he empties himself deep, filling your warm walls with his cum.
Your body becomes one with the water, lips mirroring his as you come down from your highs together.
The music keeps playing softly through the speakers while the water settles around you again, the ripples gradually disappearing as your kisses turn softer. Rafe’s arms stay wrapped around you, holding you close while he sinks deeper into the tub with a contented sigh.
The bottle sits abandoned on the edge of the tub now, forgotten beside the limes and empty shot glasses. The playlist shifts again and a low laugh rumbles out of him, recognizing the opening notes before the lyrics even begin.
You laugh softly when he starts mumbling along under his breath, the words slurring together as his lips brush yours.
“You love this song.”
“Mhmm, s’perfect.” His eyes stay closed as he hums a few more lyrics, his hand drifting lazily up and down your back beneath the water.
“Y’know this is my favorite fuckin’ thing?” He mumbles.
“Tequila baths?”
“Nah.” His forehead bumps yours as a laugh rumbles out of him, the corners of his lips lifting. “You and me.”
Hi! I have some suggestions if you wanted to do some spin offs for the Jacksons series if you are interested, if not totally ok!
I just reread it for the 3rd time and it is an amazing story!!!!!
1. Continue where it is left off with a time skip - the Michael movie gets green lit and because not much is known about the sisters occupation, let's say she goes into film/arts/etc to help produce it! And like Jaafar talks with all the siblings about what he wants to do to honor Michael to get the role and in essence get their approval. And just going through the motions on it being made.
2. Maybe do a segment on what the kids end up doing for their careers. Like Cameron went into law because of his mom. So touch on as they got older and how supportive their parents were to see that flourish as adults before they passed.
3. You also could consider, maybe an interview segment where all the siblings talk about what it was like growing up as a Jackson (the interviewer is professional and not shady) and it just a bittersweet feeling because their parents loved them so much and wanted to give them as much normalcy as possible.
These were just some ideas but I’m looking forward to reading whatever you come up with!!!
What Comes Next
Word Count: 1,442
Author Notes: Y'all, it's like we have a hivemind because I have had these exact ideas! This request is so good that I'm going to do all three. But this one is for the number two request.
Also, I might show ya'll another series I've been cooking up; I might drop a moodboard for it.
May 13th 2004
"The 2004 UCLA Commencement will begin shortly." Was called over the speakers.
"Hurry up." You called out to Jasmine, who has been having an attitude all day.
"Mommy." The twelve-year-old said. "Why are we wearing white?" She cried.
"Jasmine." You abruptly stopped. "You have one more time."
"Babygirl." Michael walked behind you two. "Let's not irritate your mother even more."
"But-"She quickly stopped when you turned to glare at her.
"We wanted a dress code." You said. "We chose white."
"And black people love wearing white for special occasions," Michael added.
"You're not wrong about that one." You laughed.
You grabbed onto Jasmine's hand to speed up her pace.
"We're already late, which is crazy cause it's our children graduating." You huffed.
"Our family is there before us." Referring to you and Michael's family.
"Baby, we're here; that's all that matters." Michael grabbed onto you, causing you to slow down.
"You can be late, not me." You unwrapped yourself from Michael.
"Oh, really?" Michael said as you waved him off.
"How the hell did he get the guest speaker?" Marcus whispered to Cameron.
"I don't know, crazy though." Cameron laughed.
"Yeah, it is crazy that our Godfather is up there playing." Marcus shook his head.
"So I want to give a shoutout to my godsons who are graduating." Chris Tucker Said.
"Yeah, pan the camera." Chris nodded his head. "To the one trying to hide, I know you see them big heads.
"No." Cameron shook his head. "Oh, sweet lord." Cameron put the commencement pamphlet on his face to hide from the camera.
Marcus smiled straight at the camera, waving at it. "Cameron, come on, wave." Marcus nudged his brother.
It was a moment that truly showed the twins' personality. One was extroverted, always smiling, and always finding the cameras. While he hid from the cameras every chance he could get, he was quieter—Yin and Yang energy.
"Now, Cameron, don't hide now." Chris laughed into the mic.
Cameron slowly took down the pamphlet and gave an unsure smile to the camera that showed them on the big screen.
"It's great that my godsons are graduating." Chris nodded. "Mike used to call me, stressing over you two."
Marcus chuckled while Cameron shook his head as Chris continued to speak. The commencement continued as names were called on stage.
"Will we refer that family and friends to hold their cheers to the end of the ceremony."
You quickly stood as it got closer to your twins being called. Michael followed suit as he stood up in hand with Jasmine.
"Cameron Jackson, Summa cum laude."
Your whole section cheered as people around you looked around cause of the noise.
"Marcus Jackson, Magna cum laude."
"Those are my babies." You shouted as your section continued cheering. Cameron and Marcus appeared on the screen again, waving to your section.
The commencement was coming to a close. "And it is with my great pleasure, Class of 2004, you may turn your tassel to the other side of your cap."
You maneuvered through the crowd as security formed a line for you. You led to the spot where the graduates were coming out. You held on to Michael's hand while you two kept Jasmine in the middle.
"I'm so happy for you." You said as you saw Marcus and Cameron walk out.
"Thank you." Both twins smiled at their family gathering around them.
"Oh." You laughed at Cameron's expression when multiple bouquets were given to him. Marcus happily accepted the flowers given to him and hugged his family.
"Marcus, Cameron!" You looked overhead and saw a group that seemed to be first-year students.
"We're going to miss you."
The students' voices layered over one another as they talked to Marcus and Cameron. The twins smiled at their words as they congratulated them.
"You two were like big brothers I never had." One student said.
"Yeah, and I hope you keep those grades up while I'm gone." Marcus smiled.
"Yeah, you trouble child," Cameron said to the student.
The twins let the students hug them and say their final goodbyes.
"What was that?" You asked them as you watched the group of students walk away.
"Oh, Cameron and I are a part of a mentorship for first-year students." Marcus smiled.
"That sounds like you two," Michael said.
"You think?" Cameron asked.
"Yeah." Michael nodded his head.
After you and Michael had a long discussion about how you wanted to plan your twins' graduation party, the twins somehow went behind your back. All of a sudden, a big TV station was involved to film their graduation party. They sat you and Michael in the living room. And gave a whole presentation on why you and Michael should let it happen. They listed what they told the TV station they wanted the show to be and what they didn't, and set strict rules.
"We said we were going to sue they asses if they put anything in here we don't want." Marcus nodded. "I'm not going to let my family be embarrassed in any way."
You and Michael looked at each other and sighed. You just decided to have a bigger graduation party for fans to celebrate your sons at a big venue in downtown LA. And a smaller private one for just the family to enjoy.
You grabbed onto Michael's hand as he led you to the stage. You let Michael grab the mic from the DJ booth.
"Hello everyone." People in the crowd cheered. "I want to say thank you to everybody who came out to celebrate our twins' graduation."
"We want to take a moment to let Cameron and Marcus come up here."
"Where are you?" You pushed the microphone that was in Michael's hand closer to your face.
"Hold on! They're right here." Someone in the crowd shouted.
A few seconds later, both of your sons jump on stage.
You let Michael take the lead. "I just wanted to say that I'm proud of you, every step of the way."
Michael looked between the twins. "The journey has been long and hard, but you're here."
"I remember you two being just three years old, running around in the backyard, and now you stand as men."
You pushed the microphone towards you. "I have always hoped that our love has guided you in the right direction."
"And I see that it did, just how people came up to you today and congratulated you. You made an impact there."
You smiled bigger. "Now tell the audience what you plan to do now."
The twins smiled at you. The stagehands handed them another microphone.
"I graduated with a law degree." Cameron started first. He got shy when the audience cheered loudly. "I actually got accepted into law school and will start next fall."
"I graduated in engineering with a focus on aerospace," Marcus said. "I just finished my internship at Boeing, and they offered me a full-time job there."
Both twins became bashful this time as the audience cheered for them. It was to the point that Cameron slightly turned his body towards Marcus to hide himself a little bit. Marcus laughed as he wrapped an arm around his brother.
They looked up when you spoke again. "We are so proud of you, baby."
Michael pushed the microphone back to him. "So proud of the human beings that we have raised."
You pushed the microphone down as you noticed Michael's eyes watering. "Michael, are you crying?"
Michael made a noise with his mouth. "No." He turned his head. "Allergies."
"We're inside."
You couldn't say more cause the twins wrapped their arms around Michael in a hug. "Thank you for all you have done," Marcus whispered in Michael's ear.
And that's all it took for Michael to break down, crying fully. The twins maneuvered themselves so that cameras couldn't see their father. The twins rubbed his back as he sobbed.
You decided to take over to shift the audience. "Thank you all again. Enjoy the rest of the party!"
You made your way over to the small group. Cameron noticed you quickly and opened his other arm. "We can't forget the glue that truly holds this family."
"Stop it, lovebug. I just got my makeup together from crying earlier." You patted his back.
"Thank you for everything. For being the best parents who gave us opportunities." Cameron said.
Michael finally got himself together slightly. "Are you okay, Dad?" Marcus asked.
"Peachy." Michael gave an okay sign.
Marcus chuckled and tried to keep a smooth composure. "I love you both so much."
Cameron smiled. "I love you too."
"And we love you to the moon and back." You smiled.
"I want a hug!" Jasmine got her way on the stage.
"How could we forget the most important part of the family?" Cameron unwrapped himself from you to pick up Jasmine.
Could you make a fic about a Jackson daughter? The story could be about Michael finding out his youngest daughter is dating & only the wife knew but nvr told him. One day Michael, her aunts, her uncles, & other family members find them together because they come home early and chaos erupts. (They find the couple kissing)
Who is That?
Author Notes: I had to do this request first because I had this exact idea planned in my to-do list!
2008
"You should invite him to our family gathering tomorrow." You said to your daughter while sitting at the table.
"I don't know, Momma. What about daddy?" Jasmine asked.
"What about him?"
"Would he be okay with it?"
"You are sixteen; he should know that you would be dating around this age."
"Besides, we started dating around your age too." You told her.
"Yeah, like in the nineteen-forties." Marcus joked as he walked into the large living room. "What's up, family?"
"Here he comes." Jasmine rolled her eyes. "Like you weren't born in the eighties?"
"You got me there, sister," Marcus said back with a laugh.
Cameron walked behind Marcus. "Hey, momma." He bent down to kiss your forehead.
"Hey, baby." You said back. You looked at Marcus. "Hello, no greeting?"
"Yes, ma'am." Marcus wrapped his arms around you in a hug. "Better?"
"Yes." You looked at your twins. "I thought you two were off to hang out with friends."
"I'm glad I checked our calendar; we confused the days." Cameron shook his head. "I knew not to listen to Marcus."
"Hey, now, watch it." Marcus hip-checked Cameron.
"What were you two talking about?" Marcus looked between you and his sister.
Jasmine sighed. "My boyfriend."
"Who?" Both twins said at the same time.
"The young man you two met before." You reminded.
"Oh!" Marcus snapped his fingers. "That one lanky brother we met at the football game."
"Oh yeah?" Cameron remembered. "What about him?"
"I'm trying to convince her to invite him tomorrow, but she's worried about Dad." You gave Jasmine a knowing look.
"Dad?" Cameron. "Why are you worried about him?"
"He's the only one who hasn't met him or known about him." Jasmine shrugged his shoulders. "It kinda looks like I hid my boyfriend."
"Not kinda, you did." Marcus bluntly stated. "But that's okay."
Cameron rolled his eyes at Marcus. "I'm sure Dad will be fine, like absolutely okay."
"You say that, but will he?" Jasmine said. "I'm the 'babygirl' of the family." She air quoted.
"Y'all are saying this like Dad has outbursts or something."
"Outbursts of what?" Michael's deep voice shifted the conversation.
"Oh shit!" Marcus shifted a hand to his chest as Michael stood behind him and Cameron. "I mean, shoot." He trailed off as Michael glared at him.
"What are you talking about?" Michael shifted his gaze around the room.
"Nothing," Jasmine said quickly.
Michael narrowed his eyes. "What are you hiding, babygirl?"
"Nothing, daddy." Jasmine avoided his gaze.
Michael turned his head to look at his sons, and they quickly avoided his gaze. Michael looked intently at Cameron, knowing he would break first.
"Please." Cameron turned to look at him. "My lips are sealed."
Michael walked closer to you instead. You hummed when he placed both hands on your shoulders. "Baby."
"Yes?" You said.
"What is it?"
"I can't tell you." You patted his hand. "It's something you'll figure out tomorrow."
"Really?" Michael. "That just reminded me of tomorrow."
"Aren't you excited. Being around family." You looked up at him, beaming.
"You're funny." Michael deadpanned. "I dread it; I don't know why you agreed to it."
"What can I say? I love family gatherings."
"No, you love the drama."
"Don't say that about me." You gasped.
"I don't know, Momma; he has a point," Cameron admitted.
"No, he does not." You rebutted.
"Nah, ma'am, you like drama, don't deny," Marcus told you.
"I'm offended." You narrowed your eyes at your children. "You think that of your mother?"
"I think you're an amazing person." Cameron beamed.
Michael snickered behind you and turned your head so he could see your side eye. "You think it's funny?"
"I find it quite humorous."
"Get off of me." You shrugged your shoulders before you stood up.
"Daddy, you did it now!" Jasmine said with a laugh.
"Baby, don't be like that." Michael followed behind you.
"It's so nice of you to come!" You excitedly said as you opened the door.
It was a nervous young boy standing on the other side, looking around the property.
"Hello." He said timidly.
"No need to be shy, Sean; come in." You opened the door wider.
"Jasmine should be out in the back; follow me." You led him to the large, expansive backyard.
"Sean!" You heard your daughter yell; she ran from the gossip her cousins were giving her.
"I'm so happy you're here." She hugged him while he reciprocated.
"Hey, butterfly." Sean gave her a quick kiss on the forehead.
You couldn't help but smile at the young couple. "I leave you to it then." You walked over to Jackson's sisters, who were waving you over.
"It's a lot of your family here." Sean looked around. "Real big too."
"It is a lot of us." Jasmine wrapped her arm around his waist. "Want to meet some of them?"
Sean looked down at her. "Yeah, I don't mind."
On the other side of the yard. The Jackson brothers were lying about while casually talking.
"Who is that all up on my sweet niece?" Marlon squinted his eyes.
"Who?"
"That young boy."
"Damn, he's skinny."
They all squinted at the two forms that were walking further in the yard. The brothers turned to Michael, who wasn't paying attention.
"Mike." Jermaine sang to him.
Michael rolled his eyes. "What?"
"Look over there." Michael followed Jeramine's finger to Jasmine, laughing at a boy? And he's all up in her personal space?
And then he saw them kissing like a full-blown makeout. The group of brothers lets out a chorus of shouts, causing the young couple to break apart. Michael saw Jasmine put her hand over her face once she made eye contact with Michael.
"Look at my niece." Marlon gasped.
"Damn at a family gathering though," Tito said.
"This is hilarious." Jermaine cackled.
"You know about that?" Jackie asked.
"No, I don't." Michael quickly stood up.
He spotted his twins nearby, talking to their cousins. "Marcus, Cameron." He whispered, yelled. "Come here."
"What is it?" Marcus asked.
Michael didn't respond but instead pointed to the couple across the yard. "Who is that?"
Cameron gave his brother a quick look. Marcus snickered lightly in his hand. "I don't know who that is, Dad."
"Y'all know something." Michael squinted his eyes, looking between them.
"My lips are sealed." Cameron quickly lifted his hands.
"Y'all are no help." Michael walked away from them, looking for a new target, which was you.
You looked up from your sister-in-law's conversation once you saw Michael walking towards you.
"Oh, he must have found out about the boyfriend." Janet laughed.
"And they're kissing," Rebbie whispered.
"Baby, can I talk to you?"
"Yeah sure." You stood up.
Michael wrapped his arm around your waist, taking a stroll in the yard but seemingly following the young couple.
"Now I can't help but feel everyone knows who he is but me." Michael turned his head to look at you.
You sighed, deciding to say it. "It's Jasmine's boyfriend."
"Boyfriend!" Michael yelled out, attracting the attention of some family members, who turned around.
Michael quickly maneuvered you two behind a tree so you wouldn't be spotted by the young couple who turned around.
"A boyfriend?" Michael looked at you. "When that happen?"
"A month ago." You said. "Maybe two."
"No one thinks to tell me?"
"Look." You put your hands on his shoulders. "She didn't know how you would react."
"I'm a rational person."
"Michael."
"You will not Michael me." He shook his head. "I am."
"Look, he's here now; he's already nervous." You told him.
"Introduce yourself." You pulled him gently behind the trees.
"Sean, I want you to meet somebody." You said as you approached the couple. You pulled Michael in front of yourself.
"Mr. Jackson." Sean stuttered. "It's nice to meet you. I love your work."
"Don't call me, Mr. Jackson; Michael is fine." Michael smiled. "What is your name?"
"Sean." He nodded his head.
"So you're the famous boyfriend, I just heard of today," Michael said.
Jasmine became shy as she avoided Michael's knowing gaze.
"Yes, I am." Sean nodded. "You have an amazing daughter; I'm lucky to have her."
"She is amazing, isn't she?" Michael stepped closer. "Please keep it that way."
"Yes, of course I will."
"I hope so." Michael looked at Sean even though the teenager was taller than him. "I would hate to see my daughter hurt."
"I have five brothers for a reason," Michael said in a vague threat. "Ones down for anything."
"Daddy!"
"Michael."
Michael laughed at the teen's expression. "I'm kidding, of course."
"Welcome to the family." Michael patted Sean's shoulder.
Michael grabbed your hand and walked back through the yard.
"I'm sorry about that," you yelled.
"Should I be worried?" Sean turned his head to Jasmine.
author’s note; based off of the idea i posted about like two nights ago. the girls are nicknamed after minnie and daisy from mickey mouse so they would have some kind of name.. minnie is 5 going on 6 and daisy is 3 going on 4, age gap is implied but you can decide how many years. didn’t proofread!
michael waited patiently at the top of the driveway, standing with his hands behind his back, watching you pull up in your white 2003 lexus sc 430 convertible with the hardtop roof down. his two precious girls in the backseats, both wearing their private school uniform , both giving him a big wave and cheesy smile as you finally parked the car.
the two screamed in excitement to see their father, it was michael’s week to have the kids which was perfect time for you. schedule was full with meetings and meetings back to back due to your clothing line coming out with another launch.
“hello michael” you said as you moved your sunglasses to act as a headband for your hair, removing the car key from the ignition. transferring the backpacks from the passenger floor to the seat so it’s easier to grab.
“no need to be formal” michael responded, “i prefer hi daddy” he added while walking up to the passenger side of the car, you rolled your eyes and waved him off out of annoyance. the oldest, minnie pops her seatbelt buckle out before attempting to help her younger sister daisy out of hers. she successfully got the chest clip but due to little strength in her thumbs, minnie was having trouble to unbuckle the buckle part of the car seat.
“i got it” michael spoke, “thank you for helping” he praised minnie before placing his thumb on the red buckle and click, the metal prongs detached in a swift before picking up daisy from her five point harness car seat.
you snagged the backpacks off the passenger seats before exiting out of the vehicle, bending down to pull the lever for the driver’s seat to move forward, creating space for minnie to get out.
helping the oldest out of the car, you glanced up to see daisy already in michael’s arms. head resting on his shoulder, her small hand placed on michael’s chest with a little pout on her face.
“how was school?” michael asked, bouncing daisy in her arms as she shook her head refusing to answer. letting out a chuckle before he turned his attention to minnie.
“school was fun” minnie answered, “we watched beauty and the beast since its friday” she contiuned, you shut the car door. standing behind minnie with a smile on your face as she was going on and on about her school day.
now heading to the front door, it was you and minnie hand in hand walking in front of michael.
your ex husband eyed you up and down from behind in the meantime, you wearing a matching green velour tracksuit with your khaki 2004 coach hampton demi bag on your shoulder, the pink straps from your thong poking out. when it’s time to go up the few steps, your jacket rises up a bit and since your track pants were low rise, the small yet noticeable ‘𝓜’ tattoo on your lower back made its appearance.
michael smirked at the tattoo before he bit his bottom lip, thinking back on the time you got it.
“you look good”
“michael please shut up”
author’s note: this SUCKSSS for now, will definitely create some headcanons + maybe more blurbs. my homegirl is now harassing me to write more
we're coming onto 17 years now that michael has been gone, and people simply just can't keep his name out of their filthy mouths. this man has been proven innocent TIME after fucking TIME & yet you still have the decency to say "you decide." ??? bitch dont play. in all honesty, if michael truly was such a terrible human being don't you think he'd still be alive? the elites give up their fucking arms and legs to protect the disgusting people of this world, so if that was the case with michael, why is he not alive and well?
& the fact people still make jokes about the allegations, whether they believe them or not, is disgusting. you have been desensitized to horrid criminality so you joke to make yourself feel better.
what i'm trying to say is that, you know damn well a dead person cannot defend themselves. and that is exactly why we are seeing through your cheap bullshit. "yeah we have tons of court evidence but let's wait 17 years to discuss it. oh and let's put it out right at the time people start to indulge in his innocence again." these people are fucking pathetic. and still, nobody who was around michael wants to speak out for his innocence. yk why? because he was killed by elites, and if these other celebrities speak out they know their lives are at risk too. which is still not a fucking excuse.
F.U.C.K. the press, michael you're the best. FUCK bashir, FUCK netflix & FUCK this documentary.
Author Notes: I want to say thank you again to those who have read to the end. This isn't the end, though, as I have more short story ideas cooking up for this fanfic!
The twins sat in silence as they finished the tapes. They turned to look at each other.
"Your ass was a problem child, as I will stick beside that," Cameron said to Marcus.
"What?" Marcus gave Cameron a dirty look before he rolled his eyes. "Please."
"Nah, you were testing Dad's patience."
"Hold on! I keep them young, and I will stand beside that."
"Sounds like someone who knew they gave their parents heart attacks."
"Like you were any better." Marcus rolled his eyes.
"What are y'all doing in here, ain't we supposed to be packing?"
Both twins turned to the new voice. It was their baby sister. They remember when their parents sat them down and told them that they were going to be big brothers. They were so confused as they looked at their mom's stomach for weeks before the talk.
"Jasmine, you're late." Cameron turned towards her.
"Well, smartass, I'm in college." She put her hands on her hips. "I drove like three hours."
"If you wanted me early, you should've picked me up!"
Both twins looked at each other, then at her. "Who is she talking to?" Cameron asked.
"Not me." Marcus butted in.
"I'm talking to both of you." Jasmine clasped her hands together. "Auntie Janet told me to come find you cause y'all disappeared."
"I come to find that you're watching nostalgia tapes."
"Yeah." Cameron tilted his head. "Want to watch?"
"As I would love to watch the videos of you shoving a camera in dad's face, annoying him." Jasmine shook her head. "I'm going to cry if I do."
Jasmine's words seemed to set off a trigger for both of them as reality sat in. Right, both of their parents are no longer here. When they should still be here, both of them were still young. Dad should've been here to send off Jasmine to college. He should've been here when Cameron recently graduated from law school. Milestones that he would've loved to see.
"Right, we should get back on track." Cameron stood up.
"Yeah," Marcus mumbled quietly.
SEPTEMBER 21st 2010
Cameron held onto Marcus and Jasmine's hands as he looked at his mom's casket below him on stage. He bent down slightly to the mic on the podium. "I just wanted to say that I know how much my parents were hated as they were loved."
"I know how much they meant for the world to those who loved them." Cameron gripped both his siblings' hands more tightly. "My mother died of a broken heart; she couldn't live without my dad."
"I saw it as she tried to process her grief. Being without someone that you've been with for so long is hard."
"They have been together since they were teenagers. My dad was 17 while my mom was 18 when they first met."
"She loved my dad with all her heart; nothing could change that for her."
"This is why we held her funeral on the day it would've been my parents' twenty-seventh wedding anniversary."
"It was always a special moment as my dad would say it was a day that he would remember. As he married the best woman around who loved him truly."
"My mother was an amazing woman, a great humanitarian alongside my father. She was an amazing lawyer who cared for everybody. She cared even more when she was appointed attorney general of California."
"She inspired my career to go into law." Cameron's body shook as he tried to hold onto tears. "I truly loved her kind heart."
"Both of my parents were young; they should still be here."
"But I'm grateful for the years that they were on this earth to help shape it." Cameron's shoulder shook as some tears fell. Multiple family members' hands rested on his shoulders to comfort him.
"No child." Cameron paused as his voice was watering. "Should lose not one but both parents this young."
"I want both of them to be here still. I want to crack jokes with my dad while annoying him at Neverland. I want to watch my mom tend to her garden."
"It's surreal not to have them here." Cameron stopped once again.
Marcus took over once she saw that his brother couldn't speak anymore. He shifted his body to the middle. "I want to say thank you to all the fans who have loved my parents." The audience grew louder with claps.
"I loved all the support that my siblings and I have gotten. My family has truly been our rock over this past year."
"No matter what, my parents' legacy will live on, and we will make sure that it lives."
Jasmine leaned over to the mic. "Thank you so much, everybody." Jasmine gave the audience a light kiss.
The audience clapped as the family guided the siblings back to their seats. They held each other's hands for the funeral as people gave speeches to honor their mother. The hard part was making the final viewing of her casket. All three siblings felt a sense of deju vu as they stood here a year ago for their father. At least their mother was there.
"Oh god," Jasmine said as she looked down at the casket. She covers her mouth as tears stream down her face.
Marcus wrapped one of his arms around her to bring her closer to him. Turning her face to be on his chest. Cameron rubbed a hand on Jasmine's shoulder.
The siblings walked behind as their mother's casket was carried down the aisle. Their aunties guided them til they were outside.
"I'm so proud of you three." Their Aunt Janet said. "It's a lot; I know it is." She gave them a small smile.
The three siblings stood hand in hand. Nodding their heads in appreciation when people gave their condolences in passing.
"I can't believe it." Jasmine sighed. "I know I keep saying it, but it just seems real."
"This whole year doesn't seem real," Cameron mentioned.
"Yeah, it doesn't," Marcus said. "They should be here."
Cameron looked out to see a large group of people around the gate. He also saw the media and paparazzi. They are seemingly yelling their names.
A frown appeared on his face. "Can't even grieve in peace while burying our mother."
"What a fucking shame." Jasmine shook her head.
Marcus made a scoffing sound. "These people are irritating me, like really irking me."
"Yeah, I remember you cussing them out," Jasmine recalled.
"Yeah, cause why you shoving a camera in my mom's face when her husband died, asking stupid ass questions."
"It was an absolute shit show, man; the invasiveness was all I could remember," Cameron said.
"Yeah, all they wanted to do was terrorize the black family that has been through public dragging for years." Marcus rolled his eyes.
"Yeah." Jasmine squeezed their hands. "Let's focus on what's really important, which is us."
"No one could've ruined that for us," Jamsine said. "No matter how hard they tried.
"Yes," Cameron said.
The three perked up when the family called their names; the family was about to leave for the burial site.
Author Notes: I decided to make this the last chapter cause baby, the writer's block was serious. It was so serious that I also wrote the epilogue. So, I will upload that too with this chapter.
This came about because I have more short story ideas for this than for the longer chapters. So I made this chapter longer than usual to tie everything together. And with another timeskip cause I don’t know really. But it isn't the end of this story!
Please send some more requests, y'all! I don't have too many.
Not too many write for the dangerous era Michael, so here it is!
You sat in the stands, surrounded by security. Cameron huddled with you as you watched Marcus run. As Marcus and Cameron have grown older, they have become more involved at school. Marcus seemed to enjoy running, while Cameron was more into swimming. Marcus enjoyed track; he was really excited about it. There was just lightness in his explanation of what he loved about running. After one practice, the coach pulled you aside to tell you how good he was.
"He has a bright future in track."
"Really?" You asked.
"It's a little too early to tell, but he has the potential, and I won't be surprised if I turn on the TV one day and he is in the Olympics."
"The Olympics?"
"Mrs. Jackson, your son is a great runner for how young he is."
Cameron was doing just as well in swimming. At the same time, you put him in a club a little later than Marcus. You've noticed that, from the vacations you have taken, he seems to enjoy water and being in it. You remember him watching the Summer Olympics one year ago; he was really interested in swimming.
"Cameron, you want to try that out?" You asked, looking at the TV screen.
Cameron turned his body towards you. "Yeah, I think I do."
Cameron just started his swim meets, and you enjoyed watching him make friends. You didn't enjoy washing his hair more often because of the chlorine. But you enjoyed being able to let your children enjoy sports like other children.
While it was hard for them at first. You didn't know what clubs to trust to put your twins into. The first track club you put Marcus in. He kept getting harassed by teammates and their eager parents for just a chance to interact. The twins are starting to sadly understand that their last name carries a lot of weight. Many people want to be close to them and interact with them.
You have to protect them from a lot cause one thing you hate is your children being hurt. They are kind as they give, but there are many evil people in the world. And to top it all off is their being black boys in a country that still doesn't understand blackness. You never want them to be belittled or pushed into a corner. You want your twins to grow into empathetic men who never dim their light for anyone. And that starts with you and Michael giving them affirmations and compliments every day.
You let them explore themselves by trying new things, and Michael never had any problems with the twins doing anything. But he was always a little wary; he saw himself in his children. He sees the bright light that they carry with them. They could brighten anyone's day if you talk to them enough. He doesn't want his children to be taken advantage of or to have that same light robbed from them. You two combined might be overprotective of your twins, but the way you have treated them can bring that caution. Your parental instincts never let anybody interact with your children.
Even as the public has seen more of them over the years. The first time Michael let the public see his children with his consent after 1987 was in the behind-the-scenes footage of the Black or White music video. And it wasn't that many glances people could get, as it mostly happened when Michael was in the dressing room with you and a small segment of him holding hands with the twins on set while talking.
Another time you could see the twins was when Michael was filming "Do You Remember the Time." It showed more of their personality as they ran around the set, driving their father up a wall. Michael had a perfectionist approach to his art; he wanted everything to be perfect. So with the twins running around and Marcus knocking over something expensive. Michael dropped his head with a sigh. He apologized to everyone, his face turning red with embarrassment. It was something many fans would come to enjoy for years, as those who loved and celebrated Michael loved the moments when he was a father to his children.
You loved those moments personally. You loved every moment you could get with your twins as they grew fast before your eyes. They're turning ten this year, which you can't believe. Michael has brought up the idea of having more kids. You don't know about the timing. But you did tell him that you wanted to give him more.
"Mommy, Marcus is up next." Cameron pointed down at the track.
You looked down as Marcus walked up the track. "Go, Marcus!" You stood up.
You made a slight face when people turned around to look at you. "People can't cheer for their children or what?" You mumbled as the security guards chuckled at you.
Marcus looked up when he heard your voice. He waved as you gave a wave back before giving a thumbs-up. One of the security guards put a hand over his earpiece.
"They wanted to relay the message that Michael would be here soon." The guard said to you.
You looked over. "I hope he doesn't have anything ridiculous on." You sighed, referring to his disguises.
"Who knows." The guard said back, laughing.
You turned your head back to the track as Marcus was going to do his first race of the day. You loved them even though they lasted all day. You cheered on as the runners made their poses before the whistle blew, and they began running. Marcus got into second place pretty quickly. You cheered him on as he maintained a steady pace.
Marcus eventually caught up to first place as he ran, further widening the gap between him and the other runners. Your excitement grew as Marcus completed the three laps in first place. You stood up from the stands as he came almost to the finish line. You cheered as he made it over.
"That's my baby!" You cheered.
"I hope I didn't miss too much."
You looked over to see Michael maneuvering through the flight of stands, flanked by additional security. You saw that he wasn't wearing a disguise. But he wore his usual hat and glasses that covered most of his face.
"No, it's only his first race of the day." You patted the space next to Cameron.
"Hi, Munchkin." Cameron smiled brightly as Michael greeted him.
"Hi, Daddy." Cameron wrapped his arm around Michael's, resting it there.
Marcus looked up in the stands as he saw people move out of the way, widening a gap between them for particular people. Marcus waved his hand high when he recognized the man sitting next to his mother and brother.
"Daddy!" Marcus waved his hand higher to get his father's attention.
Michael turned his head to the voice. Michael raised his hand high as he gave the greeting back to his son.
"What did you do today?" Michael turned his head back.
"Mommy took us to the library," Cameron told Michael.
"Really?" Michael raised his eyebrows. "What did you get?"
"I wanted to read James and the Giant Peach and Matilda."
"Those are good reads." Michael nodded his head.
"Yeah, I just told them to pick what they're interested in." You butted in.
"Want to read it later on together?" Michael questioned.
"Yeah." Cameron smiled.
You loved the little tradition Michael seemed to have built with the twins. It started with just getting them comfortable when they first adopted the twins. He read to them to comfort them. He was going to stop eventually. But they mentioned that they loved his voice and found it soothing. It has just developed to Michael reading to the twins every night since then. As they've gotten older, it's evolved into the twins sometimes reading to Michael. He did it to help them with their reading skills.
You found it quite adorable. You sometimes peeked into the room as Michael spoke, his voice animated as he read the lines to them. Other times, you find them all asleep on the ground, the twins all over Michael. You would tip into the room, move the twins slightly into a different position, before putting a blanket over the three.
You quickly snapped your head as the crowd murmured, as if something was wrong. You heard Michael stop his convo with Cameron as you squinted your eyes down at the track.
Your eyes widened as you saw Marcus standing so very still before he rocked his body in slight motion like he was dizzy. You and Michael stood up immediately when Marcus fell to the ground. His arms and legs jerked around as his body shook.
"Oh, my god." You yelled as you rushed down the stands. Michael was fast behind you, standing as he grabbed Cameron's hand.
You saw a small crowd form around him. His coach yelled to his assistant coach to call 911. The assistant rushed fast on the track to find a phone.
You looked down, almost paralyzed with fear, as you saw Marcus's body shake on the ground.
"Get him on his side; we have to place something under his head." His coach said before a teammate handed him a jacket.
You were still frozen, not even noticing Michael leave your side to help the coach. Cameron's hand is in yours as he looks at his brother in worry.
You didn't even have time to register that the ambulance was here. By the time they arrived, Marcus's seizure had stopped, but he was unconscious. They were loading Marcus in the back of the ambulance.
You came back to life as Michael's hand touched your shoulder. "Baby, we have to go now." Michael slowly said to you.
Michael was worried because he kept glancing back and forth between you and Marcus. He saw that faraway look in your eyes, a form of escapism as your mind couldn't process what was happening.
"Okay." You quietly said.
Both of you looked down as you heard crying. It was Cameron, as he rubbed his eyes to try to stop the tears. "Is he going to be okay?"
You bend down to him to wipe his tears. You want to reassure him, but you have to be honest. "We don't know, pumpkin, but we have to support him now."
Michael bent down slightly as you dropped your hand to pick him up. "It's okay, Munchkin."
You three made your way to the back of the ambulance. You looked down at Marcus's unconscious body and felt a pang in your heart. You went to the hospital that was closest by. The whole thing was discreet as Michael didn't want the media showing up anytime soon. Marcus's room was tucked away in a private area with no prying eyes.
You sat in the private waiting area as the doctors instructed you to until you could go into his room. That was two hours ago. Your nerves were at an all-time high as you bounced your knees up and down. Michael was beside you, rubbing your knee. The other hand was rubbing the now sleeping Cameron's back as he sat in his lap.
"It's been a minute since I've been in a hospital," Michael said into the air.
"Yeah." You replied. "Me too."
The last time you were in the hospital was actually Michael's Pepsi incident. You remember that day clearly. Latoya ran up the stairs to you; she opened the door to you, lying in Michael's bed. She hurriedly said that Michael had had an accident. You and Michael have only been married for a couple of months. You also mark it as a day when Joseph saw you as a threat.
JANUARY 27th 1984
You just sat in the corner as Michael's family talked around you. In a daze, you wondered about Michael's condition. You only perked up when the doctor came to state Michael's condition. At the same time, he was listing off what happened and how Michael is doing. Joseph only cared about money as he started talking about the Victory tour. You rolled your eyes at his words.
"Unbelievable." You scoffed under your breath.
"What did you say?"
You looked up as his family looked at you. Joseph's eyes were in a glare directed at you.
"It's just that talking about a tour when he clearly can't do it is unbelievable." You said.
"I put a lot of money into that tour."
"Michael needs time to heal; putting him on tour is not healthy."
"What do you know?"
You tilted your head. "What do I know?" You glared back at him. You had to close your mouth before you said something reckless to this man. But you decided to bite the bullet anyway.
"I have more influence than you think." You said as Joseph furrowed his eyebrows at you.
You turned towards the doctor. "Hi, I'm his wife. When can I see him?"
The doctor said he can take visitors now. You walked around and gently grabbed Katherine's hand. "Want to come with me?"
"Absolutely." Katherine stood up with you.
You walked into the room with Katherine. Michael smiled slightly at the two of you. You smiled back at him as you let go of Katerine's hand. You let the two of them have a moment together as you sat on the couch in the corner.
After a while, Katherine stood up. "I'm going to let you two newlyweds have a moment."
You looked as the door closed behind her, leaving you two in silence. "How do you feel?"
Michael sighed as he lay in bed. "I don't know what to feel at the moment."
You tilted your head at him. "I understand."
"Why are you over there?" Michael questioned. "I'm injured, not diseased."
You saw him stretch out his hand without the IV. You moved closer as you sat in the chair by the bed.
"Hi, pretty girl." Michael gave you a tired smile.
You leaned down to give him a light kiss. "Your lips are dry." You lightly laughed.
"Damn, girl, this is the first time you've seen me in hours, and that's what you say?"
"I'm sorry." You kissed his lips again.
And that's how you spend most of your days when you aren't in the office. You are at the hospital with Michael. You walked with him as he visited other burn victims in the unit. You smiled as he interacted with them.
Every time you visited him, more things appeared in his room, starting to reflect his own room that he had at Havyenhurst. You lay in the hospital bed with him one night. His hand is slowly rubbing your back.
"I hate the medication they give me," Michael said. "I don't like the way they make me feel."
"Only for a short time, Mike." You put your hand on his chest.
"I know." He sighed. "I hate this."
"I really hate all of this, this tour, everything." Michael looked down at you. "The only good thing that came out of this was marrying you."
You smiled. "Yeah?"
"Yes, baby." Michael put his hand under your chin to pull you to his lips for a kiss.
"You being here with me is enough." Michael pulled you in for another kiss.
"I got something for you." You said to him.
"Oh yeah?" Michael smiled. "What is it?"
"Does that door lock?" You pointed towards the door.
"Yeah?" Michael raised an eyebrow in question.
You got up and locked the door. You dug in your purse to get something before you got back into bed.
"It's not anything happening tonight." Michael pouted at your words.
You smirked at him. "You think I would get freaky in a hospital bed."
"I didn't know what to expect when you asked about the door."
"I just didn't want anybody to walk in while I was giving you these photos."
Michael looked down at the photos you gave him. "Wow, baby, you look sexy."
"These are boudoir wedding photos. I took them right before our wedding, but I just now got them." You smiled as he shuffled through the photos.
"I thought it was the perfect time to give them to you."
"It can be pretty lonely without me, I know."
"Cocky." Michael looked up at you.
You smiled down at him before kissing him. "You will get better." You gave a light kiss on his forehead that he leaned into.
MARCH 1992 6PM
You shifted back from the memory to reality when Michael grounded your knee. You looked up and saw the doctor walking in.
"Mr and Mrs. Jackson." The doctor greeted you before he sat down across from you. "I ordered some scans for your son, as you explained; he never had a seizure before."
"I don't want to alarm you, but he had two more while my nurse was in the room with him."
Michael made a small noise in his throat while your eyes widened.
"I want to see before I fully diagnose anything, but everything seems to point to epilepsy."
"Really?" You grabbed Michael's hand.
"Yes, but I want to make sure, so we are going to keep him over the next two days to see if anything else happens."
"Thank you so much." You told the doctor.
"You can see him now; we just administered some medicine." The doctor stood up.
Michael picked up Cameron, wrapping him around his waist. Michael put his other arm around you. You walked into the room, seeing Marcus in bed.
"Hi, lovebug." Marcus turned his head towards you.
"Mommy," Marcus said in a small voice.
Marcus turned his head to Michael in a greeting. "Daddy." He looked down at Cameron. "He can lie in here with me."
"Cameron?" Michael questioned as Marcus nodded. "Yeah."
Michael carefully placed Cameron in the bed. Marcus moved over a little bit to give more space.
You pulled up chairs to bed for you and Michael to sit down. "How are you feeling?"
"I feel weird." Marcus voiced.
"It's okay, munchkin, you remember what happened?" Michael tilted his head.
Marcus shook his head. "All I remember was standing and then here."
"It was scary."
You could cry at his admission; he sounded so unsure and small. You hate seeing your children in pain. So hurts even more when it's something that you can't fix.
"It's okay now because we got you here to the hospital; they're figuring out what happened." You told him.
"Will I be able to run still?" Marcus questioned.
You and Michael looked at each other. You don't know what the future will hold. If he has epilepsy, you don't know how to ensure his safety while running. Seeing that seizure struck you straight to the bone.
"I don't know, baby." You answered honestly.
Marcus looked between you and Michael before he turned his head to the window. You heard a small hiccup before you noticed Marcus's shoulders shaking lightly.
Michael got up and leaned over the bed. "What's wrong?"
"I don't like what's happening to me," Marcus stated before more tears fell. "I feel like there's something wrong with me."
Michael walked over to the other side of the bed, and you followed him. "There's nothing wrong with you." Michael crouched down by the bed.
"There is absolutely nothing wrong." You said as you placed your hand on Marcus's cheek. "It's something new that we go through together, okay?"
Marcus nodded his head as more tears fell. You cooed at him before you placed a soft kiss on his cheek.
"It's nothing to be ashamed of," Michael told him. He let you pull back before he placed a kiss on Marcus's forehead.
"Okay," Marcus said as Michael wiped away his tears. Marcus's eyes fluttered, opening and closing. "I feel tired."
"It might be the medicine finally kicking in." You hummed. "We'll be back tomorrow."
Marcus nodded his head once more. You stood up with Michael. You watched him as he picked up Cameron again. Cameron finally woke up, his eyes roaming around the room.
"You're finally with us, sleepyhead." You told Cameron.
You laughed lightly when he just buried his head in Michael's shoulder. You looked back at Marcus's figure before you closed the door behind you. You and Michael stood in the semi-empty hallway.
You leaned back against the door when you felt a wave of nausea hit you. You've been feeling like this for the past month. At first, you thought it was just you getting sick, but now it seems to point to something else. Something you might already know the answer to.
Michael looked at you as you leaned against the door. "Are you okay?"
"I think we might have to buy something."
You didn't want to, as there was already a lot going on. You were about to start campaigning for the 1995 attorney general selection. election. Sure, it's two years away, but you wanted to get an early start. Michael dropped his album and is gearing up for another tour. And now this emergency with Marcus. The timing is something.
"Yeah?"
"Yes." You nodded your head.
You sat down on the toilet in the bathroom. You looked down at the stick, which had two red lines. You peed twice to make sure it was right. You got up and washed your hands.
You opened the bathroom door. "Michael." You called out.
"Yes, baby." Michael put down the book he was reading in bed.
"I want to show you something."
Michael got out of bed and stepped towards the doorway where you stood. "Yeah?"
You handed him the pregnancy test you were holding. Michael looked down at the stick, then back at you. "Really?"
You nodded your head slowly. "The timing is crazy, though." You laughed.
"I'm so happy." Michael smiled brightly as he brought you into his arms. "We're having a baby."
"I'm nervous." You admitted. "First time pregnant."
"I'll be there along the way," Michael told you.
"Even on tour?" You questioned.
"I can rearrange some things."
"I can't ask that of you, baby." You shook your head.
"I can do what I want; my wife is pregnant."
"Thank you so much for this gift." Michael smiled at you before he kissed you.
MAY 1992
It's been almost two months since Marcus has been out of the hospital. The doctor told you to look after him if he showed any signs. You unfortunately had to decide to take him out of track for the time being. Marcus was mad at first, but eventually understood that it was for his health. It was just until you could fully understand how track could work with his epilepsy.
You and Michael have been paying more attention to Marcus. You can tell it slightly annoys him. It's even to the point that Cameron watches him now. But the twins have been paying attention to you too. Your bump is starting to show more in clothes. You and Michael have been waiting for the right time to have a conversation to tell them they're going to be older brothers, especially after a particular incident at the dinner table.
The four of you sat at the dinner table, eating in silence. That was until Cameron spoke up.
"Mommy, are you gaining weight?"
Your fork stopped against the plate. "Why, you ask, baby?"
"Your stomach is bigger," Cameron said.
"Yeah, you're fat," Marcus said in a blunt voice.
"Marcus!" Michael said sharply, giving him a look.
All you could do was laugh, because it was funny the way he said it. You looked at Michael as he met your gaze. You nodded your head to signal that you were about to tell them. You looked back at the twins.
"Your dad and I have something to tell you."
The twins perked up at your words. "You two are going to have a sibling."
"What?" Cameron tilted his head.
"You are going to be big brothers." Michael reiterated.
Marcus looked down at your stomach and made a sound with his mouth. "Makes sense."
"Big brothers." Cameron gave a smile. "I'm going to be a big brother."
"Yes, you are." You smiled back.
DECEMBER 15th 1992
"Are you sure you're okay, baby?" Michael asked over the phone.
"Yes." You looked down at the twins sleeping on either side of you.
"I just want to make sure." Michael sighed over the phone. "I know Marcus's seizure scared you today, and you being so close to your due date is a lot."
"It was scary, but it's fine now." You put your hand on Marcus's back.
"I was about to call my assistant to book a flight back to California."
"It's fine, baby." You smiled lightly as Cameron shifted his body into your lap, his head brushing against your stomach.
"I booked a flight anyway."
"Michael."
"I pushed back some dates for my tour; your due date is like four days, baby."
"I can't miss the birth of my daughter," Michael told you. "I'll be there tomorrow night."
"Okay, I'll see you then."
"I'll see you, pretty girl."
DECEMBER 16th 1992
You stood in the kitchen, cutting some vegetables. Cameron and Marcus sat on the counter as they watched you. The twins have been attached to your hip. It's like the closer your due date comes, the more they follow you like little ducks.
You've been feeling uncomfortable for most of the day. You tried to pass it off as you just feeling the months of being pregnant, but it has been more insistent. You put down the knife when you felt a dull pain.
"Mommy?" Cameron asked.
"Yeah?" You tried to keep your tone neutral.
"Are you okay?"
You were about to answer him when you clutched your stomach as you felt a sharp pain. This can not be happening right now, you cannot be going into labor. But the timing was perfect as Michael was getting back home around this time. The front door opened. Cameron got off the counter to run towards Michael.
"Something is happening with mommy."
Michael's tired eyes widened as he ran to the kitchen, following Cameron. He saw Marcus looking at you with worried eyes as you leaned your arms against the counter.
"Baby?" Michael landed a hand on your back.
"I think I'm having contractions." You spoke out in a breath.
"Okay." Michael quickly composed himself as he went to the living room to call the hospital's private line.
You two already picked the hospital and the labor and delivery staff in advance to make sure everything went smoothly. Michael just told the staff that it was time and that they would be there soon, then hung up.
He quickly went back to you. He looked at the twins. "I'm going to need you two to help me with packing some things."
Michael moved you carefully to the seating area. "I'm going to be back." Michael kissed your forehead as you nodded your head.
You leaned your head back against the couch as you leveled your breathing. Everything just felt like a blur as the pain got more intense. You don't even remember Michael moving you to the car or making it to the hospital.
You lay back in the bed as medical staff moved around you. "Fuck." You shut your eyes tight.
"Mrs. Jackson, you're only five centimeters out." The nurse told. "We have to get ten centimeters."
You nodded your head at the words. "Do you want the shot for numbing once we get to eight centimeters?"
"No, I don't want the shot."
The staff moved out for a moment. Your breathing leveled out as contractions ended. You looked over as Michael sat in the chair across from you.
"Where are the twins?" You asked.
"They're with Bill." Michael crossed his legs. "It would be a lot to have them in here."
You felt your contractions getting closer as the centimeters ticked by. Michael moved closer to you to comfort you. You clutched his hand hard after a painful one.
"Damn girl."
"I need that fucking shot!"
You felt relief when the nurses pulled you up into a sitting position to put the shot in your lower back. You lay back down as the doctor walked in.
"Mrs. Jackson, you're almost to ten centimeters; we're going to ask you to start pushing soon."
It was only thirty minutes later when the shit fully kicked in, and it was time for you to start pushing. You yelled out as the doctor encouraged you to keep going.
"You're doing so well, baby." Michael gripped your hand.
"Oh, my god." You pushed your head back against the pillow.
"I see the head." The doctor yelled out. "Mrs. Jackson, keep pushing; I see the shoulders."
Michael cooed at you to keep you calm. You looked up at him with tears. "I can't do it."
"You can; you are almost there." Michael brought your hand to his lips.
"This is the only child you're getting from me." You breathed out. "You're not getting me pregnant again."
Michael chuckled lightly. "That's fine."
"Now keep pushing, baby."
You continued pushing as the doctor guided you. You felt relief flood your body as you heard cries. You picked up your head to get a peek at your baby.
"She's so beautiful, baby," Michael said in awe.
You smiled at him as you leaned back against the pillow. You watched as the team of nurses cleaned your baby up. Checking her vitals and making sure everything was alright with her. They wrapped her up and gave comfort. One of the nurses carefully handed you the baby. You cooed at the baby in your arms. Michael leaned down to look at her.
"What should we name her?" Michael asked.
"I think I liked the name, Jasmine." You smiled as she made a small yawn.
"Jasmine." Michael smiled. "It's beautiful."
"My two pretty girls." Michael leaned down to kiss your forehead before rubbing a hand lightly on Jasmine's clothed head.
You grew tired as more time went on. You let Michael take Jasmine from your arms so you could sleep. You woke up hours later, and you fluttered your eyes open. You looked over at the scene of Michael holding Jasmine. The twins were around Michael as they looked at their baby sister.
"Her name is Jasmine," Michael whispered to them.
"Jasmine," Cameron said slowly.
"Hi, baby sister." Marcus smiled lightly.
"Yeah, isn't that amazing?" Michael looked at the twins as they nodded.
Michael looked over at you once he noticed that you were awake. He smiled at you as he carefully got up. He cradled Jamsine to his body. He leaned down as he gave you multiple kisses on the lips.
"Thank you for building this family with me," Michael said. "I love you so much."
Michael looked down at Jasmine and the twins, who were looking at their parents. "And my children, whom I love very much."
You laughed lightly as the twins made a chorus of 'I love you too, daddy.'
"I wouldn't want a family with anyone else." You smiled at him.
SUMMARY: some rockstars sign their fans' breasts. you wonder if your boyfriend is one of those.
PAIRING: thriller!michael x reader.
TAGS: suggestive, established relationship, flirting, teasing, boobs, shy!michael, he's a gentleman... until he's not.
SHE WAS SITTING on the sofa, leafing through a magazine she had picked up out of sheer curiosity. Michael had rolled his eyes before saying she was about to read some garbage. She had completely ignored him ━ she knew when something was worth her attention and this... Oh boy, it definitely was worth every second.
Thank goodness he had not glanced at the cover, otherwise he would have realised what she was up to.
Michael was strolling alongside her, one hand idly stroking her leg, clad in a simple pair of jeans, his eyes fixed on a film he probably knew inside out.
"Tell me."
She snapped the magazine shut in one go, her eyes scrutinising her boyfriend’s profile with intense focus.
"Mm?" he hummed, too absorbed by the screen.
"I want you to be honest with me," she sat up, crossing her legs, now facing him directly, his hand falling back onto the sofa. "I promise not to get upset."
The mere fact that she was moving away from him ━ and talking about not getting angry ━ was enough for Michael to grab the remote, switch off the telly, and focus on his girlfriend. His heart was suddenly beating abnormally faster than usual and he did not like the way she was currently looking at him.
"... About what?"
A mischievous smile played on the young woman’s lips, her tongue was covering part of her teeth, which ━ based on Michael’s months of experience ━ did not bode well at all. A manicured hand grabbed the infamous garbage and waved it gently in front of his eyes.
"Have fans ever asked you to sign their chest?"
Michael blinked. Had he... Had he heard correctly?
"I'm sorry ━ what?"
"Their chest," she repeated. "You know ━ breasts," she ran a hand over her own, as if to illustrate her point.
His eyes followed her movement despite himself. The red of her nail polish contrasted perfectly with the black satin top she was wearing, the lace of her bra visible against her skin. His gaze returned to her amused face.
"Why are you..." Michael let out a breathy laugh, suddenly feeling shy. "Oh, no! No, that never happened, why are you asking me this━"
"Mm," she nodded slowly. "Interesting."
"What's interesting, what does that mean━" he stopped, looked at the magazine, suspicion dawning. "... What is this about?"
"What is what about, my love?"
"That magazine."
She let out a laugh before leaning forward slightly. Her hands glided up her body, two fingers brushing aside a strand of hair that was about to obstruct his view, before coming to rest on her cleavage. She slowly slid it down, the satin cascading over her bare skin before fully revealing the lace of her bra.
"Can I have an autograph, Mr. Jackson?" she asked sweetly, as a fan would, but those words in her own mouth sounded sinful.
He stayed staring, his mouth opening and closing every second. The room was quiet and she was looking at him with those beautiful eyes, pleading with him to do as she had asked, while he sat there with his brain completely useless.
For a simple April evening, the air was extremely warm, Michael thought suddenly.
"I━" he stopped, then tried again. "That’s not even how they call me━" she raised an eyebrow. "You're insane..." he murmured, pressing his hand over his face, palm flat against his own forehead.
"So... Is that a no?" she pouted.
Michael made a sound and dropped his hand, rubbing the back of his neck as he chuckled ━ and that reaction seemed to delight her even further.
"You are so━"
"Come on, baby━"
"Stop it!" he grabbed a pillow, putting it over her face.
"Please, baby! I even have the marker ready!" she admitted, removing the pillow from her.
"You have what now?"
Her eyes told him where to look at. His gaze dropped before he could stop it ━ there it was ━ nestled against the lace, the black marker sitting there like it had always belonged. How did he have missed it?
Michael looked away... looked back... looked away again.
She reached for the marker and took it out, holding it between two fingers.
"Okay so..." she started pointing at a specific place on her left breast. "Right here ple━"
"I don't need━there's no━please stop pointing━"
"Now that I think about it ━ your signature is quite long... perhaps I should━" she made a movement to remove her bra.
"Oh my God."
"Stop acting like you never saw me naked before, Michael! You’re ruining the mood!"
"That is completely different and you know it!"
"Do I?"
"Yes!" he threw his head back briefly, the laugh escaping before he could stop it. "You're doing this on purpose."
"Obviously," she rolled her eyes.
"Obviously," Michael repeated, shaking his head, but the corner of his mouth told a different story.
Biting her lips, and without breaking eye contact, she brought both hands up slowly and pressed them together against her chest. She raised an eyebrow.
Michael’s jaw clenched.
"You’re… you’re cheating."
"So... Will you please give me an autograph?" she pouted sweetly.
"You've been━" he let out another laugh. "Give me that."
Michael reached over and plucked the marker from her fingers before she could react, holding it away from her for a moment just to have the upper hand for one single second. She beamed at him as he uncapped it.
"Stay still."
She did as she was told as her boyfriend bent over her with such a focused expression that she had to look at the ceiling immediately to not laugh. His tongue appeared between his teeth, his brow furrowed slightly as if he was actually painting a work of art over her. The cold tip of the marker over her breast made her shiver and her eyes fell back right on his face, bottom lip caught between her teeth.
"… Couldn’t have asked for an autograph on a paper like everyone else," he mumbled.
"Where’s the fun in that?"
A second later, Michael sat back and capped the marker as she looked down and smiled brightly.
"That’s so hot!" she beamed, genuinely delighted. "Okay I need a picture."
"You need a what?"
"Picture. For proof," she repeated like it was obvious as she stood up.
"Proof…?"
"That I was the first ━ keep up, baby!" she exclaimed, searching for the Polaroid.
"There is no━hey, come back here!"
Michael caught her by the wrist, pulling her back as she landed against him, laughing. He joined her as her back settled against his chest. She tilted her head up, her lips brushing against his jaw.
"Want to do something else for me?"
"Haven’t you embarrassed me enough, woman?"
She chuckled once more before turning to face him, both hands pressing lightly against his chest, pushing him back until he sat down on the couch.
"I still want a picture though…" she spoke, her fingers found the hem of her top. "Perhaps you could help me take one."
She pulled it over her head in one slow, easy motion and tossed it gently at his face. She smelled of something sweet and when Michael looked up at her ━ at his own autograph ━ his tongue dragged slowly across his bottom lip before catching it between his teeth.
synopsis: growing up in the church in the south and being the pastor’s daughter is one thing but secretly dating one of the boys in the most popular boy group in black music is another.
jackie jackson x black!reader
warnings: smut, not proofread thoroughly, slight angst, reader’s parents from the souf hence her described accent, mentions of joseph, secret relationship, forbidden romance, pastor’s daughter reader, strict/protective parent dynamics, religious guilt, late-night sneaking around, fluff, mature language, emotional vulnerability, oral sex, blk reader insert — minors do not interact.
note. u want me to do a part two, huh?
all your life, you had been taught that a pastor’s daughter carried herself a certain way. soft-spoken. modest. untouched by the kind of trouble that made church mothers whisper behind gloved hands after sunday service. every part of your life had always belonged to the church somehow, from the dresses your father picked out to the hymns you sang with perfect posture and lowered eyes. but somewhere between growing up under stained glass windows and living by rules that never felt like yours, you started craving something louder than obedience. something warm. dangerous.
maybe a particular danger she was well acquainted with. this danger not only had a name but it also was 6 feet tall and had a afro with lips as sinful as his tongue. you first encountered him when the jacksons did a show right there in encino and visited your father’s church that following sunday. the sanctuary buzzed the second they walked in, they weren’t too fond of them disturbing the house of the lord with they devil music and boogie nonsense, as your father would say. that day the church was full of hushed gossip and curious stares, but you felt his eyes before you ever looked up. jackie watched you from halfway down the pews while you stood beside the choir, dressed in white and trying very hard not to notice him noticing you.
the church girls from the choir started giggling and talking amongst themselves about the handsome boys in the pews with their colorful bell bottoms and and afros. you had recognized them from the show soul train, which was a show you had to sneak around to watch. everyone in encino obviously knew who the group of young men were, so some people they were young, black, talented boys who were going some place. to your father, they were foolish.
jackie was your favorite amongst the jacksons. there was something about him that felt dangerous in a way you secretly liked, from the deepness of his voice and the blouse we wore, unbuttoned to show us chiseled chest to the smile that lingered too long whenever he caught you staring. he looked just as fine as he did on television, maybe even finer beneath the church lights. when he finally noticed your eyes fixed on him and smiled back, heat rushed through your body so fast you had to turn away before somebody noticed, that somebody being jackie himself.
after that sunday afternoon, he had more reasons to come and see you. it started with phone calls, him teasing you through the phone, bringing out soft laughter and whispers through the receiver, hoping to god your daddy wouldn’t pick up on the other line and hoping to god his father didn’t do the same. then it would start to get to a point where you were sneaking around to hang out with him, which was hard considering how small the town was, any movie theater was hard to get into without being noticed as the preacher’s daughter. but that didn’t stop you from sneaking him into your window late at night while your daddy was out preaching, actually it became all too easy.
and that’s how it led to where you are now, lips swollen from jackie’s lips, sliding against yours. you had him on your duvet, traps between your legs in a straddle. his shirt was far gone and so where yours but your ankle-long skirt and bra is left untouched, along with jackie’s blue jean bell bottoms. jackie’s fingernails left crescents on your back as the kiss started getting intense and messy. the room was warm and filled with sin, your hot combed hair was getting frizzy and other humidity, yet you still let jackie run his fingers through it. this was a night you were thankful for the frequent, week-long trips your daddy and mama would take to go preach.
you did feel bad about going behind your parents back all this time but the feeling of being bad felt too good, or did jackie’s lips on your neck feel too good?
you held onto his neck as he peppered delicate kisses down your warm pulse. most nights were like this, just kissing and enjoying each other’s warmth. you haven’t got the courage to go all the way with jackie. it wasn’t your religion hold you back, it was your lack of experience. jackie was a well experienced man, who was very in touch with his sexuality. you on the other hand was just a inexperienced church girl, who was taught that lust was nothing but the devil and that you must wait till marriage to perform such acts with a man. jackie knew this about you but didn’t care, he wanted to teach you but only when you’re ready.
this particular night felt different, you were finally ready to learn.
jackie’s lips moved slowly against your neck, warm and patient, his tongue tracing along your skin like he had all the time in the world. somewhere between his kisses and the way his hands rested on your waist, your hips began rolling against him without you even realizing it. a soft grunt slipped past his lips, low enough to make heat rush straight to your face.
“easy, mama,” he murmured, his voice velvet-smooth in the dark. “keep doin’ that and see what happens.”
your movements stopped instantly. embarrassment curled through you as you looked up at him, apologies already balancing on the tip of your tongue.
“m’sorry, jackie,” you whispered. “i’m just ready, s’all.”
and lord, he had truly done a number on you.
before jackie, your life had been church pews, bible verses, and confessing every little wrongdoing like it carried the weight of heaven itself. but now? now you were sneaking out after choir rehearsal with your preacher daddy asleep down the hall, letting a jackson brother hold you close beneath dim porch lights and backseat shadows.
and the things happening tonight? the way jackie touched you like a secret hymn only the two of you knew?
you wouldn’t dare confess any of it. not even to god himself.
jackie tilted his head up at you, eyes heavy-lidded and warm beneath the low bedroom light. one of his hands rested against your thigh while the other traced lazy circles into your waist, patient enough to make your nerves worse.
“quit lookin’ so scared,” he murmured with the ghost of a smile. “i ain’t gon’ hurt you.”
but that wasn’t what frightened you.
it was how quick you were lettin’ him ruin the good girl everybody swore you were. also you were scared of yourself and how you were really to let go of that good girl image. you were tired to being the person people expected you to be.
your skin was getting hotter under jackie’s dark and lustful gaze. “i know, i trust ya.” the southern twang in your voice was angelic to his ears. he didn’t know what was sweeter, your voice or the fact that you trusted him. all your life, you’d been taught to place your faith in one man above all else, but now you were letting that faith stretch for another.
jackie let the silence settle between the two of you before speaking again.
“lay back.”
you nodded, not letting him say another word before easing down onto the soft duvet, the mattress dipping beneath your weight. jackie smiled at your eagerness, climbing over you slowly until he rested on his knees between your legs.
even with your skirt still on and your bra clinging to your skin, you felt exposed beneath him. vulnerable in a way that had nothing to do with being half-dressed and everything to do with the way he looked at you, like he was trying to memorize every nervous breath leaving your body.
and something told you the night was only going to make you feel more exposed. jackie had no intention of going all the way tonight. but he did have every intention of teaching you something.
while jackie kept your legs spread around his waist, you finally let yourself really look at him.
your eyes drifted first to the silver belt buckle resting against his low-slung bell bottoms, the metal catching beneath the dim light of the bedroom. from there, your gaze traveled higher, lingering on the slow rise and fall of his stomach each time he breathed. his chest looked broad enough to make you forget every prayer you’d whispered before sneaking out tonight, and the gold pendant hanging from his necklace rested perfectly against the center of it.
lord.
just looking at him was enough to make something twist low in your stomach, it was hot and almost painful, like something was boiling inside of you.
the longer he took, the worse it got. your hips lifted against him without thinking, searching for some kind of friction, some kind of relief.
jackie caught your movement immediately.
“if we gon’ do this,” he murmured, his hands sliding along your thighs to still you, “you gotta learn some patience, mama.”
truth be told, he was losing patience too. you could hear it in the roughness creeping into his voice. see it in the way his jaw tightened every time you moved beneath him. but he refused to rush this. refused to rush you.
one of his hands moved to your jaw, tilting your face upward before pulling you into another kiss.
kissing jackie wasn’t new. the two of you had stolen kisses outside church revivals, in parked cars behind diners, backstage after shows. but this felt different. heavier somehow.
his necklace brushed cold against your chest while the kiss deepened, and suddenly your mind felt cloudy with it. with him. the smell of his cologne. the warmth of his skin. the way he kissed like he was trying to teach your body a language before speaking it aloud. you held onto his shoulders for dear life which escalated the feeling in your stomach even more now that you were touching him. you felt jackie move his lips to your jaw, continuing his abuse there.
your chin tilted toward the ceiling, eyes squeezed shut as the feeling of him became almost too much to hold inside your body at once. every kiss jackie pressed against your skin left heat behind, spreading slowly through you until you couldn’t tell where one sensation ended and another began.
his mouth traveled lower in an unhurried trail until he reached the bra your mother had picked out special for you.
something suitable for a young, saintly lady.
the memory nearly made you laugh now.
before jackie could even tease you about it, you pushed yourself up from the mattress, fingers fumbling behind your back until the clasp finally loosened. the straps slipped from your shoulders and you tossed the bra somewhere onto the floor without a second thought.
jackie looked at you for a moment after that. really looked at you. and somehow that alone made your pulse stumble harder than his touch had.
“look at you,” he murmured, almost under his breath.
then his mouth was on you again, slower this time, tongue sliding on every ridge and line of your breasts, engulfing them in his mouth. his finger began to knead the plush of your nipples, rolling them against his fingers.
your back arched off the bed almost helplessly, fingers tangling into the curls at the nape of his neck as your hips searched against him for relief you didn’t even know how to ask for yet.
and jackie noticed every single movement. every shaky breath. every quiet little sound you tried to swallow back.
“that’s it,” he whispered against your skin. “don’t hold back, your daddy ain’t here.”
"please jackie."
"please what. speak up." he knew what you wanted he just wanted to hear it spill from those lips, the lips that only ever spilled gospel.
"i want your mouth."
"where? here?" he placed his hand on your stomach. you shook your head.
"lower!"
"here?" he then placed his hand on your hip, teasing you. you whined, shaking your head no once more.
jackie then placed his hand lower, cupping your pussy underneath your skirt, through your panties. "here." you nodded vigorously, grinding your hips into his hand.
jackie then unbuttoned your skirt, shoving it down your legs with haste before throwing it somewhere in the room. he then lifted off your legs and shoved them open to reveal the center of your panties which had a wet, dark spot on the center. he hooked his finger underneath the hem, shoving them down with force.
he then shuffled down your legs until he was met with your slick pussy. his hands had made their way to cup your thighs, pulling you closer to his face making you yelp in surprise by the sudden force. he pressed your thigh on your chest before doing one big lick, from your entrance to you swollen clit. your brows were pinched together, concentrating on the feeling of his mouth on you. everything about this was wrong and goes against every rule in your life but you were willing to break those rules with jackie.
the grip on your thigh tightened as your hips started to grind into his mouth. his tongue was caressing your entrance and his nose bumped against your clit sending a ungodly amount of sensations throughout your body. you kept grinding your hips, chasing the unfamiliar feelings.
"jackie, i think- mhm! i think-"
you're unable to speak as jackie's tongue keep playing with your clit, simulating the enlarged nub. by this time your hips are catching a consistent rhythm. you feel yourself reaching what you think is the end. you feel like peeing, which panicked you so you try pry jackie away from in between your legs.
"i think m'gonna pee, jack-"
"your not, mama. it's a orgasm. go ahead, lil mama. do it" jackie explained in a ramble, continuing his abuse on the warm, wet flesh of your cunt. as his tongue went back to work so did the sensation.
“okay jackie-mmm- i trust you, oh god!"
your hips are going in circles against his face as your head tilts back. you feel the pit of heat in your stomach grow, your open opens in a silent scream as your hands scamble to hold onto something. suddenly everything in your body came crashing down, your hips buck up in jackie's mouth with a squeeze as you cum. you start to sob into your floral pillows, hips now stuttered from post-orgasm bliss. your chest is rapidly moving as your breathing is slowly gathering back to a normal rhythm.
you feel instantly calm and collected, as you let your body sink in the duvet. jackie lands a kiss to your thigh to which you flinch slightly from being sensitive to his touch.
"you okay, sweet thang?"
a thumbs up was the only confirmation you could give him at that time, earning a grin from the boy. you began to regain consciousness, tilting your head up and making eye contact with jackie's bulge. you frowned, wanting to him to feel good. jackie began to catch your gaze, looking down at himself and realizing what you were thinking.
"it's okay, not tonight."
"but jackie-"
your interrupted by plush lips landing on yours in a sweet kiss.
"you hardheaded as all outdoors, just rest girl."
you didn't rebel, just snuggled underneath the covers of your floral duvet. jackie settled beside you with a tired sigh, the mattress dipping under his weight. the bedroom was dim except for the amber glow of the lamp on your dresser, painting everything honey-soft and sleepy.
he brushed a thumb across your cheek before pulling the covers a little higher over your shoulder.
"there," he murmured. "actin' like you ain't exhausted."
you huffed quietly, though there wasn't much fight left in you now. "i just didn't want you thinkin' i was neglectin' you."
jackie chuckled under his breath, low and warm like vinyl crackle. "girl, please. you think i came over here for anythin' besides you?"
your eyes finally lifted to his, and the look on his face near about melted you into the mattress. soft. patient. the kinda look that made your chest ache a little.
he reached over, lazily twisting one of your cross necklace around his finger.
"get some sleep, pretty mama," he said quietly. you feel him shift off your bed, bare feet hitting the ground. you stir and glance at him with a frown, sitting up in a criss cross, letting the blanket slip off your bare chest.
"you're not stayin'?"
jackie turns to look at you. "have to get back before jospeh notices I'm gone." he says while buttoning his blouse. he only mentioned his father briefly, describing him as a low down dirty bastard who only cares about making money off his sons.
jackie glances at your breast and smirks, breath faltering. "and if I didn't know any betta, you want me to be here all night."
you look down at yourself before squealing, "jackie!" and covering yourself, keeping the blanket secure by your arms.
"will that man ever let you live a little?" when you said that, you forgot who's daughter you were and that you life wasn't simple neither. you had rules wrapped around you neck too.
"i could ask you the same thing, baby." jackie teases before leaning down and giving you one last kiss on the lips, sweet and cruel. your lips chased his for a second longer when he pulled away. jackie smiled at that, before fixing his collar in the mirror you had hanged in your room.
the room smelled faintly of cocoa butter and jackie's cologne, something warm and expensive that with cling to the air hours after his gone. you start to think about something, head hanging low, playing with your fingers.
"one day." you muttered. "one day we won't have to sneak around like we're criminals." you made jackie laugh at that remark before turning away from the mirror.
"why? so your fatha will beat me like i stole somethin or better yet, so my father will kill both of us?" he teased.
that pulled a laugh out of you before you could help it.
"he doesn't think your all that bad."
"girl please, your fatha despises me. your fatha got a obituary ready for me, in my name as we speak!." he corrected you, pointing at you dramatically.
your grin is buried by the blanket as jackie grabs his jacket and shuffles his shoes on. for a second the reality of him leaving is filling the room. you didn't notice but you begin to form a little bit of a pout.
jackie noticed your expression immediately.
"don't do that."
"what?"
"look so sad." he walked back over to the bed, kneeling one knee on th bed while his hands rested on either side of you. "women you are tempting, gon' have me getting roughed up by everybody at home."
you looked up at him with doe eyes.
"maybe I want that."
jackie cooed. "that's cold, women!."
your lip curled up. your fingers curled loosely around the sleeve of his jacket, reluctant to let go. jackie kissed your forehead this time, lingering there just enough to make your stomach flutter.
"I’ll call you tomorrow," he promised, quietly. he's so pretty went he promises things.
"you betta!."
"see? hardheaded as all outdoors." he laughed softly, backing toward the window with that same easy swagger he carried everywhere. "go to sleep, angel face."
and just before slipping out into the night, he pointed at you one last time.
"and quit worryin' so much. your face too pretty for all that."
soon after there was no trace of jackie but his presence was still strong. you let yourself lay back down on the covers, pondering about previous events. you couldn't wait to feel his mouth on you again or better yet you wouldn't wait for him to let you go all the way. you know jackie doesn't want to hurt you and want to protect your values, well what little values you have left.
⊹ ࣪ ˖ 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐫𝐚! 𝐌𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐞𝐥, who makes you take photos with him on his iPhone 3. Michael still struggles to work it even after at least six months of owning it. He gets you to sit on his lap while he makes you send his texts for him, earning impressed hums as you quickly type on the small screen. Honestly, the only reason he bought it was to keep in contact with you, and to receive calls from his assistant, of course.
His entire gallery is pictures of you. He's also definitely taken a picture of you while you're peacefully sleeping on his shoulder, only for you to be woken up by the bright flash he forgot to turn off. He'd also forget to turn off the timer, so you'd have to hold your smile for ten seconds straight.
One night, he called you into the bedroom of the fancy hotel you were staying at.
"Baby, could you come here for a moment?" you heard him call out.
Walking out of the luxurious bathroom, you were trying to unclip the necklace he had bought you earlier that day during your shopping spree in Paris.
"What's up?" you asked, walking towards him.
"A friend of mine showed me his phone, and his background is a picture of his family," he said, his hands rubbing up and down your thighs as he looked up at you. "Why is mine a picture of pebbles?" he asked.
"Jesus, Michael, I don't know," you replied, rolling your eyes.
After finally taking off the necklace, you let it drop in to his pocket and sat down on his lap, your legs resting over his own. His hands found their way around your waist.
"What do you want it to be?" you asked, tapping on the screen.
His background ended up being a picture of him smiling while your serving cunt beside him.
pairing : jackie jackson x black!fem!reader
content : mini series . fake relationship . angst . heartbreak . joseph jackson . toxic media . tabloids . suggestive . controlling parental behavior . set in the 1980's . set around 'Be The One' . not proofread . let me know if I missed anything .
synopsis : in which — after you begin overworking yourself, trying to ignore what the press has to say about you and Jackie, he shows up to try and comfort you.
( authors note:: i've been so insecure abt my writing lately, idk why, just please bear with me )
You sat at the mixing board, the studio lights dimmed. The building had emptied out hours ago, leaving the room almost silent except for the same section of a track looping over and over through the speakers.
For the past few hours, you’d been alone in the studio, going through mixes, doing anything to distract yourself from the press.
It had been over a week since Michael’s party, and the media was having a field day with the pictures taken of you and Jackie. Every magazine seemed to have your faces plastered across the front page.
Jackie Jackson Spotted With Mystery Woman!
Another Night, Another Woman for Jackie Jackson!
Jackie Jackson: Latest Dating Rumors
You hadn’t seen Jackie since that night, doing your best to avoid being spotted with him again.
A knock at the door pulled you from your thoughts.
“It’s open,” you called, expecting one of the night janitors coming in to grab the trash.
“Hey, mama.”
Your head snapped toward the doorway.
Jackie stepped inside, letting the door click shut behind him.
“Why are you here?” you asked, turning back toward the soundboard.
“I can’t visit?”
“At midnight?”
“It ain’t midnight yet.”
You glanced at the clock.
11:47 PM.
“Almost.”
Jackie laughed quietly under his breath as he walked further into the room. He moved to stand beside you, reaching over to lower the music before leaning against the edge of the console.
“You’ve been in here all day?”
“Yeah. Most of it,” you muttered, reaching to turn the volume back up, but before you could, he caught your wrist gently.
“What’s going on with you?” he asked softly. “We haven’t seen each other all week, and now you won’t even look at me.”
“I’ve been busy, J,” you mumbled, pulling your wrist from his grasp.
He narrowed his eyes slightly. “I can tell something else is bothering you. Did I do something?”
You sighed before finally meeting his gaze.
“The industry already doesn’t take women seriously half the time,” you started. “Now suddenly I’m in some tabloid because I walked out of a party with you.”
“So?”
You shot him a look.
“I’ve worked too hard trying to make a name for myself,” you said, standing from your chair and walking toward the trash can. You bent down and grabbed the magazine you’d thrown away hours earlier. “Now I’m just some girl boo’d up with Jackie Jackson. Nobody’s taking me seriously after this.”
“I’m not,” you argued, tossing the magazine onto the console in front of him.
On the cover was a picture of the two of you leaving the venue together, his jacket draped over your shoulders. The headline read:
Playboy Jackson Can’t Get Enough!
Underneath were smaller subtitles criticizing your appearance and making up rumors about who you supposedly were.
Jackie grabbed the magazine, his eyes scanning over it before his expression softened. A quiet sigh escaped him.
“You know half these people make stuff up for money.”
“That doesn’t stop people from believing it.”
He looked at you for a long moment before pushing himself away from the console.
“Come on.”
You frowned. “Where?”
“Out.”
You shook your head. “I’m working.”
“You’re overworking yourself.”
You crossed your arms. “And where exactly are we going?”
Jackie shrugged. “Don’t know yet.”
You hesitated.
He stepped closer, resting his hands on your shoulders.
“You need a break,” he said more quietly this time. “Just for a little while.”
Your eyes searched his face for a moment before you finally nodded. Stepping away from him, you grabbed your jacket off the back of the chair.
“Let’s go,” he said with a smile, opening the door and letting you walk out first before shutting off the lights behind him.
Outside, the sky was pitch black except for the stars scattered and the streetlights changing colors every few seconds. Evening traffic in LA had finally calmed down, leaving the roads mostly clear as Jackie drove with one hand loosely resting on the wheel.
The radio played low in the background.
You leaned your elbow against the window, watching the city blur past while Jackie tapped his fingers against the steering wheel to the rhythm of the music.
Jackie glanced over at you briefly.
“You hungry?”
You looked over at him. “A little, yeah.”
Jackie nodded and focused back on the road. A few minutes later, the car slowed near a small diner tucked between two nearly empty stores.
The glowing neon sign buzzed faintly, a couple of letters flickering from dead bulbs.
The bell above the diner door chimed softly as you stepped inside.
Warmth wrapped around you instantly. Half the booths were empty, while a few truck drivers sat scattered around the diner. Low music drifted from the jukebox in the corner. The waitress behind the counter barely looked up from refilling coffee mugs before recognizing Jackie.
“Well, look who finally came back.”
Jackie smiled. “Miss me?”
“Always,” she replied. “Seat yourselves. I’ll be over in a minute.”
You slid into the booth across from him while he picked up a menu from the table.
“You come here a lot?” you asked.
“Sometimes.”
He leaned back into the booth cushions, looking more relaxed than you’d ever seen him.
The waitress returned to take your orders, pulling you from your thoughts.
Jackie ordered first without even glancing at the menu.
“You really come here that much?” you asked.
“You’ll thank me later.”
“We’ll see,” you muttered before giving the waitress your order.
Once she walked away, silence settled between you again.
Jackie rested his arm along the back of the booth while you picked absentmindedly at your nails, feeling his eyes on you.
“What?” you finally asked.
He shrugged slightly. “I like looking at you.”
Your movements paused.
“Jackie-”
“I’m serious.”
You laughed quietly under your breath, shaking your head as warmth crept into your cheeks.
“That’s your problem,” you pointed out.
His mouth twitched into a grin. “What is?”
“You flirt with everybody.”
“I don’t flirt with everybody.”
You gave him a look.
Jackie laughed softly. “Alright, maybe not everybody.”
“Mhm.”
“But I mean it with you.”
The smile faded from your face slightly.
Suddenly the diner felt warmer than before.
You looked back down at your lap. “You can’t say things like that.”
“Why not?”
“Because,” you sighed softly, “we work together.”
Jackie tilted his head, eyes still fixed on you.
“So?”
“It’s inappropriate.”
He smiled faintly, still watching you.
“I’m serious, Jackie.”
“So am I.”
Your stomach tightened despite yourself. You turned your gaze toward the window, watching a couple cars pass by, trying to distract yourself from him.
By the time you left the diner, the streets were much quieter. Most of the stores had gone dark, their Closed signs flipped around in the windows.
Jackie drove again with one hand lazily resting on the wheel.
“Where are we going?” you asked once you realized he’d passed the street leading to your house.
“You ask a lot of questions.”
“Well, it’s way past midnight and my house is that way,” you pointed out.
He didn’t answer.
“Jackie.”
He smiled slightly before turning onto a road leading uphill.
A few minutes later, you realized how high up you were when you looked out the window and saw the city lights below the cliffside.
Jackie parked near the overlook and shut off the engine.
He stepped out first, walking around the car while you followed more slowly.
You moved toward the railing, staring out over the city as Jackie came to stand beside you.
Neither of you spoke for a moment.
“You feel better?” he asked quietly.
You exhaled softly.
“A little.”
He leaned forward, gripping the cool metal railing. “I know the press is getting to you, mama, but I don’t want you avoiding me just because people talk.”
You looked at him again. This time his expression wasn’t teasing or cocky. It was soft. Warm.
“Honestly,” he muttered, “I like spending time with you. You’re the one person I feel like I can actually be myself around. No pressure. No act.”
Your heart stumbled slightly as he stepped closer.
“You really mean that?” you asked softly.
“Yeah,” he said. “I do.”
The space between you suddenly felt smaller.
Your eyes flickered briefly toward his lips before quickly looking away again.
Jackie noticed.
But instead of saying anything, he smiled faintly and rested his hands gently on your waist, pulling you closer until you were pressed against his chest.
He leaned down, his face only inches from yours.
Your breath caught in your throat. Every thought telling you to step back faded the longer he looked at you.
His lips brushed yours lightly.
“Jackie,” you whispered, one hand pressing against his chest.
“Let them talk,” he murmured softly, wrapping around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer.
Then his lips met yours.
The kiss was warm, gently.
You brought your hand up to cup his face as you melted into the kiss, your other hand stayed pressed to his chest, your fingers gripping the front of his shirt as he held you steady against him.
Jackie tilted his head slightly, deepening the kiss, causing your stomach to flutter.
For a second, the noise in your head disappeared, no headlines, no cameras, no rumors.
Author Notes: I really thought about this chapter and what I wanted to do. I listened to Price of Fame so many times, lowkey became a theme for this chapter.
Baby, Michael really hit some nerves in this chapter, and you do a little of the same. DIANA ROSS in this chapter, so prepare (I genuinely hate her and what she did to my man). There is angst and little smut since I didn't want to go overboard.
This week has been literal hell, a drastic change from the peaceful two weeks you spent here in Japan. When Michael wasn't performing on the Bad tour, you would do family outings with the twins. It was nice seeing the country with your husband and kids. You were able to get some candid shots of Michael, actually, a lot of them. It was great until that horrible day happened, sparking it all.
SEPTEMBER 27th 1987
You were relaxing in your hotel room bed. At the same time, the twins played on the bed with you. You were almost asleep until the hotel phone rang. You only gave the hotel number to friends and your parents.
You picked up the phone. "Hello?"
"Girl." It was your friend on the other line. "I don't mean to alarm you, but kinda do."
You sat up straighter in the bed. "What is it?"
"They got your adorable twins posted everywhere in the news and papers."
You paused as you tried to understand her words. You looked at your twins. "You're fucking lying."
"I'm not. Is there American news?" Your friend asked. "They're doing a segment on Michael's tour, and your twins are on there. I even see them in magazines."
You turned to the channel, and they're talking about how successful it was. Showing tour pictures and things like that.
"He has even brought his family with him; look how adorable his kids are."
The news anchor said it as if it were normal. But you felt an invasion of privacy. It was photos taken from your family outings around Japan. You felt your heart sink as they had such clear photos of your twins.
You know you should've been more careful. You and Michael were so caught up in making the twins have a normal life that you forgot that not everyone has good intentions. And not everyone respects you and Michael's privacy. But it's wild that the United States could still terrorize your family in another country.
This past year has seen an uptick in rumors and tabloids. About your marriage, Michael's appearance, and even your career as a lawyer have been called into question. Michael has tried so hard to keep the public from seeing you unless he wants them to. To let you be out in public, to do things. But you can't even do that anymore. You have security with you to even go to the grocery store. You do not want to become the black family that gets terrorized for views. You refuse to become a mockery show for America.
"I have to talk to Michael. Thank you for telling me." You told your friend.
"Anytime, I hate to see my friend's privacy being disrespected."
You hung up the phone. Michael is performing right now, so you have to wait until he comes back to the hotel. Your thoughts were spiraling. You thought this was handled. When the world was about to learn about your twins, Michael made sure it didn't. Just then, a few weeks later, it happened.
"Mommy."
You looked up as you tried to put on a happy expression. "Yeah?"
"What's wrong?" Cameron asked.
You looked at him for a minute, trying to say something. One thing you've noticed about Cameron is that he is observant. He notices things.
"It's nothing, baby." You smiled.
"Are you sure, mommy?" Cameron tilted his head. "You look sad."
"I'm just tired."
Cameron looked at you for a moment longer, but he went back to playing with Marcus. You sighed as you lay back down in the bed. You tried to think of how this could happen. When did they take pictures?
You were distracted by your thinking when the front door of the hotel room opened. You looked at the clock; Michael's back. You could tell that he was hot cause you heard multiple people in the living room.
"My children are plastered everywhere back home." Michael's voice was raspier and deeper after singing all night. "Frank, I know the interview was scrapped. But you were sure you got every photo?"
"I did, Michael. These must be newer photos. Someone is taking them here."
Michael let out a frustrated noise. "I already hate being on tour." Michael sighed. "Now I have to worry about people taking pictures of my family."
"Mike, how about we calm down?" Bill suggested.
"No, Bill, I literally can't," Michael said. "I'm mad and tired. This is too much."
"Let's talk about this tomorrow." Bill calmly said. "Talk to your wife."
There was a pause of silence. "Okay."
"I'll make sure to make some calls to get this under control, trust me," Frank said in his final words.
You heard the front door close before you heard footsteps towards your room. "Hey, baby." Michael slowly said.
"Munchkins." Michael leaned over the bed, placing soft kisses on each of their heads.
You looked at him when he made eye contact. He was still in his stage attire. It looks like he was in a hurry to come back, as he had a solemn expression. You two have been together for a decade, and your nonverbal communication seems to get better each day. Michael raised one eyebrow at you. You tilted your head. Michael cut his eyes to the twins, then back to you. Seemingly asking, 'We can't talk with the twins here.'
You looked at the twins. "I think it's getting late; time to go to bed."
The twins lifted their heads. "But mommy."
"I let you two stay up later so you could see your father; now let's go." You stood up.
"You already brushed our teeth and washed yourselves." You said, looking down at their pajamas.
"I'll follow you," Michael said.
You two followed the twins to the room next to yours. You picked up Marcus while Michael picked up Cameron and placed them in the bed together.
You fixed the covers, kissing both of their cheeks. "Goodnight, love bugs."
Michael copied your movements. "Goodnight." Michael sang.
The twins smiled before they got more comfortable in the bed. You closed the door behind you once you two were out of the room.
Michael stared at you. "What an absolute shitshow."
You nodded your head. "What are we going to do?"
Michael looked off to the side before he looked back at you. "I honestly don't know, baby."
You dropped your head down, and a long sigh came from you.
"Pick that head back up, sweet girl." Michael put his hand under your chin. "We'll figure it out together."
Michael wrapped his arms around you to pull you closer. "Michael, you are sweaty; get off of me."
"Damn, I can't get any loving."
"Once you take a shower, you can."
You woke up with Michael's arm lying across your stomach, his hand making small circles. "Good morning, baby." Michael rasped in your ear.
"Good morning."
"I hope you slept well," Michael said.
You turned around to look at him. "As well as I could."
"Michael, what is going to happen next?"
He sighed before he turned his body to look at the ceiling. "I'm going to try to get this under control."
"Michael, we are going to have to start suing motherfuckas."
Michael let out a loud laugh at your words. "That would be great, but that's a lot."
"I just hate that our privacy keeps getting invaded."
"I know, me too, trust."
Michael had a day between his next show. You decided to spend it at the hotel. You watched as the twins played with Michael's hair while doing your nails. You giggled as the twins mostly put hair ties in his hair, making Michael's hair stick up in different directions.
"Daddy, your hair is long," Marcus said as he grabbed a section.
"Is it?" Michael winced when Cameron's fingers dug deeper into his scalp.
"Cameron." You started, but Michael stopped you with a hand.
"Cameron, we have to be more gentle." Michael reached out to move Cameron's hand to a different spot.
"Why?"
"I had an accident; my scalp is a little sensitive."
"Okay."
You focused on your nails as the twins continued to play with Michael's hair. You perked up when you heard the phone ring. You looked at Michael.
"I'll get it." Michael stood up despite the twins' protests.
"Hello," Michael said. He mouthed to you that it was his assistant.
"Yeah?" Michael turned, leaning his leg against the table. "You know who leaked it?"
"Yeah, exposure? That's the angle they want to go with?"
"Well, okay." Michael was about to hang up when more words were spoken on the other line.
"She wants to talk?" Michael raised an eyebrow. "Yeah, sure."
There were a few moments of silence. "Diana, how are you?"
You almost dropped the nail polish that you were holding. You snapped your head as you fully focused on the conversation. Diana Ross, that woman is the bane of your existence.
"Thank you; it's hard right now for me in public, but yes, I'm holding up."
"The twins are fine; we're figuring out what to do."
"My wife? Oh, yes, wonderful."
You stood up abruptly at the mention of you. You saw the way Michael's eyes glanced towards you as you got closer to him.
You tilted your head. "What does she want?" You whispered.
Michael held up a hand, and you looked at him like he had lost his mind.
"A dinner? That would be nice."
Michael looked into your eyes. "Yes, we haven't talked for a while."
You couldn't let this convo go on any longer. You reached to snatch the phone out of Michael's hand. He looked at you with wide eyes before you put the phone to your ear.
"Hello, Diana."
Diana said your name. "It's been a while."
You felt your eye twitch from just hearing her voice, your composure already thinning. "Why are you calling?"
"Well, darling." Strike one. "I just wanted to check on Michael; the media has been ruthless lately."
You could scoff at her statement. She has been paying Michael dust since she didn't get what she wanted from him.
"That's nice of you." You tilted your head. "Isn't it a little random to be calling now after some years?"
"No." Strike two. "It isn't like me, and Michael is just some strangers."
"Yes, I know of your history." You tried to keep your tone neutral.
"It was great for you to check on him, but don't make this a regular thing."
"Be careful," Diana said your name. "You sound jealous."
Strike three. "Listen here bitch, I know what you're doing."
"Baby." Michael gasped as he tried to get the phone back from you.
You turned your body, making it harder for Michael to take the phone.
"What could I possibly be doing?" Diana laughed.
"You're trying to get your way back into Michael's life, and I'm not having the shit."
"I can't talk to an old friend."
"No, now go talk to your husband and not mine." You scoffed into the phone.
"And don't call here again, or we're really going to have problems." You were about to hand the phone back to Michael when she spoke again.
"What are you going to do?"
"Baby, you want me to fly back to California to beat your ass." You questioned.
Michael took the phone back from you. "Hello?" Michael let out a nervous laugh. "I'm sorry about that."
You crossed your arms as Michael said bye before hanging up.
"What was that about?"
"Michael, she was being weird."
"No, she was being nice."
"Don't do that."
"Do what?"
You scoffed. "Make it seem what I was doing was too much."
"Well."
You gasped as you turned around. You walked to the bedroom. You didn't want the twins to hear your conversation. Michael closed the door behind him.
"That lady is fucking snake." You emphasized. "She knew what she was doing in seventy-nine, eighty-five, and now."
"Baby."
"No, Michael."
You couldn't stand that woman. You don't know what vice grip she has on Michael. You remember when you first started dating him, you told him how off-putting it was for him and her to be friends. In seventy-nine, Michael was doing the Wiz; you felt like she was competing with you. It was weird and quite predatory.
In eighty-five, when Michael was doing We Are the World. You saw the photos and the program. Diana was all smiles while holding his hand. His wedding ring shone brightly in photos, but she ignored it. Just happy to be in his space; you couldn't stand it.
You can't blame Michael. It seemed he developed that relationship with her when he was young, and she took advantage of that. But she has disrespected you, both as his girlfriend and as his wife. She also disrespected Michael, using him for her own purposes. She wanted to gain something from him. To have that hot star hanging off her hips.
Her presence makes your ass itch. Those old feelings are coming back to haunt you right now. And you're left feeling like that teenage girl back in seventy-nine, who was angry at that woman.
"She has always been competing with me." You threw your arms up. "You know how weird it is for a grown-ass woman to compete with a teenager?"
"Baby, I don't understand," Michael said to you.
"Let's not be oblivious; it doesn't fit you, Michael."
"She has a very obvious obsession or whatever it is."
"She is using this as a way to get back in your life." You said to him.
"It can be something very simple. I feel bad for how I cut Diana off." Michael sighed.
"Mike, don't feel bad for establishing boundaries." You shrugged your shoulders. "She didn't respect it, so you cut off access."
"Still, I want to clear up any misunderstandings."
"What is there to misunderstand?" You stood up. "I refuse for her to come back."
"Well, it's not your decision to make."
You stood there, stunned for a moment. "What?"
"It's not your decision."
"Michael, I don't know what hold she has on you."
"But you have to remember that you are a married man; this is not the 70s."
You and Michael haven't had many arguments. Disagreements are settled easily without screaming. But when you do have arguments, it's hell with Michael's stubbornness and your need to be right. It causes friction that can lead to you two not talking for days. It's petty, but it's what you two have grown accustomed to.
"I'm done with the conversation; it seems like you have your mind set." You pushed past him to walk to the bathroom.
"Baby, don't do this." Michael turned to follow you.
"I'm done." Michael paused at the doorway from your words.
"Fine." Michael furrowed his eyebrows. "It's too much to deal with everything happening right now and your attitude."
You turned your head to glare at him. "That's how you feel?"
Michael shook his head, not even giving you a response before walking out of the bedroom.
The rest of the day went by with the two of you not resolving the earlier convo, just skating around each other as you both kept your children entertained. There were no usual noises of joy between you two, just your twins filling the space instead. Every time he would walk by you, you just rolled your eyes.
The night ended with you turned over, facing the wall. You sighed when you heard Michael's voice. "Baby."
"Goodnight, Michael."
SEPTEMBER 30th 1987
It's been a couple of days since the two of you talked. Three days before you and the twins leave. Michael was all happy with the twins, but with you could barely get a smile. You were stumped, literally seething. And opposite to your twins, who are just enjoying life. Very oblivious to the quarrel between their parents. He was very much unbothered by your mood, even when you were sitting in the audience at his show. He was all smiles as he looked at your section.
You boosted your silence after that. Maybe got a little bratty, especially after Michael, since he wants to play dirty. He wants to play a game; you can play too.
The thing about Michael is that, as well as being kind and giving. He runs a strict program. Something you have seen develop as you two have gotten older. He is not the same man he was ten years ago. Not even three. His experiences have hardened him a little bit.
You can test his patience and push him to his limits. Michael isn't the one to yell at you or make threats. No, that's never been him. Michael has a quiet dominance. He's not telling you what to do. You're a grown woman at the end of the day. He will be the type to raise an eyebrow after you've finished yelling and said, "Is it my turn?" That argument you had a couple of days earlier. Once he feels like his opinion is not respected, he retreats.
It pisses you off, and you think Michael knows that it pisses you off. But you can piss him off even more when you act like a brat. You started slowly, rolling your eyes. You could tell it slightly annoyed him. Cutting him off mid-sentence, he hated that. Preventing him from doing a task, he hates that.
"Cameron, hold-." Michael struggled to put lotion on him.
"Come here, baby." You stretched your arms out. And Cameron ran straight to you.
Michael looked at you like you betrayed him, before a flat look crossed his face.
It was childish, sure. But it is literally the only way he could focus on you. You could get away with it for so long until you were cornered by him one early morning.
"Are we going to stop this?" Michael crossed his arms.
"I have no idea what you are talking about."
"My love, we are too grown for this."
"This can't still be about Diana."
You raised your eyebrow. "It is about Diana, but it's also about you, too."
Michael sighed. "You can't keep this up; we haven't talked in four days."
"With that attitude, we won't talk until I leave."
"Michael, why can't you see that I have a right to feel that way about her?"
"You know our history; you know who she is in my life."
"And let me remind you fuckin again that I'm your wife, not her."
"It seems like you value her opinion more than mine." You huffed.
"Baby, you know that's not fair."
"Well, I can't tell Michael! You let her back in!"
There was silence that fell. "Girl, you're doing too much." He scoffed. "I respect you, I respect your opinion."
"You know what-."
"Mommy, daddy." Cameron stood in the hallway, rubbing his eye, while clutching a teddy bear. "Why are you yelling?"
You looked at Michael, not realizing you two were loud. "Good morning, baby."
You looked around Cameron's body to see that Marcus was peeking behind the wall. "Daddy and I are just having a conversation."
Cameron looked at you with eyes so observant you couldn't look away. You hate how aware he is sometimes.
"Okay." That was all he said before he grabbed Marcus's hand, dragging him away.
"I'm done talking about this shit," Michael whispered. "I wish to move on."
"Please." You rolled your eyes, walking away.
OCTOBER 2nd 1987
It was the last day before you left Japan. It was lonely to say the least. Michael was moving like a ghost now. You didn't like it when he got like this. It's like he shuts down. He doesn't talk to you and doesn't look at you. You're still
In his orbit, but he is just completely moving around you.
You were frankly tired of it. You tried to talk to him to finally deal with whatever had happened. Cause even being bratty was starting to get tiring, and you wanted to have a conversation. But Michael wasn't having it. He just looked at you, said he had a rehearsal, and left.
You were baffled to say the least. That was until. You got a phone call from one of your friends. She said she was in Japan for a vacation and wanted to hang out. You agreed, as you were not going to spend your last night sulking.
Michael saw you before his show. "Where are you going?"
"Out with a friend." You slid on some boots.
Michael looked at you up and down. "Really?"
"Yes, Mike."
Michael had a strange look on his face before it became neutral. "Be safe, baby; we still don't know who's taking pictures of us."
"I will be careful." You stood back up to grab your purse.
"Just make sure," Michael said. "I can't afford anything else."
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Baby, I don't want disagreements anymore." Michael sighed.
You were about to retaliate, but bit your tongue instead. You don't have time for this. "I'll be back; the twins are already asleep."
You shut the hotel door behind you. You had one of the circuit frauds drive you to a friend's hotel. It was fun just relaxing without worrying about anything. You two went drinking and went to spots that serve good food. By the end of the night, you were at the jazz lounge while you caught up with her.
"So how are you and your man?" Your friend took a sip of wine.
"Horrible at the moment." You sighed.
"Why?"
"Past things have come up, and it seemed like he hasn't moved on as I thought."
"Who is it?"
"Diana Ross."
Your friend gasped. "That old bitch you were telling me about a couple of years back."
You shook your head. "Yes, her."
"That woman is coming back to haunt the narrative."
"Have you talked to Michael?"
"I've tried, but it just didn't work. I might've gone an immature route."
Your friend said your name in disappointment. "Now what did you learn?"
"That he really doesn't like childish retaliation against a serious situation."
"You two need to talk, especially since you're going back to California."
"Yeah, we should."
You stood outside the hotel room. You felt nervous, but you didn't know why. Luckily, in every hotel you have stayed at, the whole floor is blocked off. So you don't worry about anyone looking at you weirdly for having your head against the door.
You sighed before you pushed the key card in and walked inside. You were shadowed in darkness as soon as you walked in. You fumble around as you try to find a light. A light instead came on in the living room. You looked over to see Michael sitting in a chair with legs spread.
"Now I want you to listen, don't talk." You stood there with your eyes wide as he talked.
"I let you have whatever you think you did." Michael put one of his arms on the chair and tilted his head in his hand. "But this bratty shit ends tonight."
You opened your mouth.
"What did I say?" Michael hummed.
"Now are we going to talk like adults?"
You nodded your head. Michael moved his body, so he put another chair right in front of him. "Sit down."
"I want to go first," Michael said. "I'm truly sorry for how I acted."
"It wasn't fair to you; you're my wife, and you are one of my priorities."
"I understand." You nodded your head.
"I didn't let Diana back in." Michael sighed as he leaned back in the chair. "I talked to her again."
"But it was to set a final tone." Michael looked at you. "I thought over my years of whatever we had; it was unhealthy."
"And truly, I'm not doing us a favor as well as myself."
"She manipulated me to get what she wanted." Michael grabbed on to one of your hands. "But I'm glad I see it now."
"She's gone permanently."
"I'm glad, Michael." You looked down at your joined hands. "To be honest, she needed to be gone back in seventy-nine."
"Well, yeah." Michael chuckled. "We don't have to worry about that."
You sighed. "I'm so sorry for how childish I acted; it's just that you shut me out and I didn't know what to do."
"Me acting that way was the only way I could get a reaction."
"I'm sorry that I pushed you to do that." Michael raised your hand to kiss it.
"I realize it was more counterproductive as it seemed to push you further into a corner." You giggled lightly as Michael placed kisses on your hand.
"I'm trying to be serious." You told him.
"Baby, I already forgave you." Michael dropped your hand.
"Do you forgive me?"
"Let me think?" You shook your head. "No, I don't."
"Really?" Michael pulled your chair closer to him. "What can I do for you to forgive me?"
"Something." You looked Michael in the eyes.
Michael stared right back at you. "I know what you want."
"But with your attitude this week, do you deserve it?"
Michael kisses you softly before he pulls back. "I don't like brats, but you might be an exception."
Michael kissed you deeply this time. He pulled you out of the chair into his lap. Michael trailed his kisses down your neck.
"Michael." You sighed.
You gasped once he ripped open your shirt, buttons flying across the room. "Michael, I just bought that!"
"I don't care; I'll buy you more." Michael lifted you in his arms, walking down the hallway to your bedroom.
Michael dropped you on the bed. You looked up as he just admired you. "You are so beautiful; I'm so lucky to call you mine."
Michael leaned down over you on the bed. He made hickies on your chest. You lightly put your hand in his hair, more towards the back, to pull him closer.
"I want you to lie there and look pretty while I eat you out," Michael whispered in your ear.
You felt Michael trailed his kisses lower, kissed your stomach. He unbuckled your pants, pulling them down. He hooked his finger under the band of your underwear. He pulled until he saw your pussy. Michael licked his lips. "There's my pretty girl."
Michael put one hand on your stomach to keep you still. He nudged one of your legs with his arm into his shoulder. You gasped as you felt his tongue lick between your folds. You threw your head back as he lapped at your folds.
"I love your pussy, baby." Michael came back to spit on your folds. "So good."
"Michael!" You moaned as your hips started to move against his face.
Michael took deeper strides on your pussy. Making small movements with his tongue. You almost came when he wrapped his lips around your clit.
"Did that almost get you? I can feel it." Michael leaned back just enough to spread your lips. "Look at how I make you. You like this?"
You nodded your head fast. You clawed at his arms to pull him back.
"You're needy." Michael put his mouth back on you.
Michael, in turn, worked on your clit, knowing it was sensitive. He sucked on the nub while his fingers started to make feather-light motions on your folds. You closed your legs around his head.
"It's so good, keep going." Your voice pitched off the end.
You felt your orgasm hit you like a freight train. The coil in your stomach released as you came over Michael's face. Michael rode you through your orgasm. Sucking up all your juices before he pulled back.
"My favorite thing to do." Michael licked his tongue around his mouth.
You played there, breathless as you looked at him. Michael looked beautiful with his hair slightly messy. The moonlight casts half of his face in darkness.
"You're so pretty." You breathe out. "My pretty boy."
Michael looked down at you. "Stop that." He blushed lightly at your words.
"No." You chuckled.
Michael smiled before he leaned down to kiss you. "I'm going to do that again, then I'm going to fuck you."
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