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music artists: michael jackson, the beatles, lana del rey, hozier, oasis, pink floyd, the monkees, the bee gees, queen, fleetwood mac, abba, one direction, bts, nsync
films: bohemian rhapsody, michael, dazed and confused, call me by your name, pride and prejudice, when harry met sally, ghostbusters, kiss me kate, seven brides for seven brothers
tv shows: that 70s show, the golden girls, gilligan's island, the office, friends, m*a*s*h, the crown, good omens, the monkees, maude, saved by the bell
So obv this isn't chapter 12, and if I'm being completely honest I didn't rlly get the chance to write much of it cuz I was larping tf out of the world cup last week 🥴 Unprofessional of me, I know, and I apologize. However, I decided after some consideration that it's probably best for me to go on a hiatus with this fic until late August/early September so that I can catch up.
The reason for the hiatus is because it's gonna take some time for me to get back into the flow of writing since I haven't written in days and while chapter 12 is now about 3/4 of the way written, it doesnt rlly have the happiest ending and I don't wanna risk uploading it and then disappearing for weeks on end since I'm not only juggling work and summer classes during this time but my parents are gonna be in Portugal visiting family for 3 weeks in August and I have to stay behind on account of my summer classes and take care of the house and my mom's garden and the dogs and all that jazz and that's going to take up a pretty large amount of my time. My plan is to use this period to finish chapter 12 and write as many future chapters as I can cuz I'd rather play it safe and have those few extra chapters on standby in the event that I fall behind again in the future (which I probably will at some point during the fall semester lol).
It is very possible that the hiatus could be cut short and I'd be able to update sooner but I'll keep you guys posted if anything changes. For now, thanks for understanding and stay seggsy 🫶🏼
Synopsis: To the world, he was the King of Pop, but to her, he was simply Michael. After almost a year of mourning her late husband in the shadows, retired Queen of Pop Regina Venus is ready to unveil the truth and introduce the world to the Michael Jackson that they never knew. Unafraid to reveal the good, the bad, and the ugly, Regina spills everything in an interview where she details the intimate and chaotic life that her and Michael shared for 33 years before his untimely demise.
Pairing: Michael Jackson x fem!OC
Tags: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Romance, Drama, Like Tons of Drama, Friends to Lovers, Domestic Fluff, Character Death, Angst and Romance, Porn With Plot, True Love, Betrayal, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Starts as Fluff but Turns to Angst, Fame, Moderate to Heavy Angst, I Cannot Stress Enough How Much Angst is in This Fic, But it's Mostly Towards the Middle and End, Tragic Romance, Bittersweet Ending
Word Count: 3,910
Taglist (DM or comment to be added): @a-dal7490 @scarletwitchwhore @kneelarmhstrung @oreo2sblog @skiicoreee @tojiswifeforlife @wildpandorasky
A/N: Okay I didn't get anywhere CLOSE to finishing chapter 12 cuz I've been distracted by the world cup all week but I didn't want you guys to have to wait any longer than a week for an update so I'm uploading this chapter despite the fact that chapter 12 is only like 1/3 of the way written lol. If I'm being honest however, chapter 12 is likely gonna need to be broken up into 2 parts cuz it's definitely gonna take me longer than a week to write the whole thing.
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April 2010
Regina glanced at the Peter Pan clock figurine that her and Michael had thrifted from Salvation Army in the early days of their relationship sitting on the console table to check the time.
8:29am
The corners of Regina's lips involuntarily curled themselves into a grin. Her own version of angel numbers. Whenever she saw the numbers that comprised Michael's birthday, whether on a clock or a receipt or a license plate, she felt that it gave her a sign that he was watching over her and keeping her safe. Granted, she followed this practice long before he passed, having viewed any discoveries of the number back then as Michael thinking of her, though she couldn't help but notice that the number appeared much more often now than it did when he was alive.
"Now, when you and Michael started dating and your relationship went public," the interviewer began, "it shook the whole country. I mean, the concept of an 'it' couple wasn't anything new, the public had already witnessed several through the likes of Lucy and Desi, Sonny and Cher, and John and Yoko to name a few, but with you and Michael, it felt like you both had something different from all those other couples. Like there was a level of compatibility between you two that no other celebrity couple could successfully replicate, even when you weren't dating, and the legacy of your relationship has proven to stand the test of time. In fact, in a survey done in 2007 in which people all over the country were asked what celebrity couple they think of when they hear the term 'it couple', 74% said Michael Jackson and Regina Venus."
Regina folded her lips into a down-turned smile, subtly nodding her head as if to say "not bad."
"Factoring in everything that made your relationship with Michael seem so exemplary, at least from an outside perspective, what would you say was the most crucial factor in your compatibility as romantic partners?"
In a series of events Regina didn't think would be possible during this interview, she was actually impressed with the question being asked. So impressed that she almost forgot to answer it on account of accidentally distracting herself trying to recall the last time she was asked a question that was actually unique and compelling to answer.
"Do you need me to repeat the question?" the interviewer asked after waiting several seconds for a response.
"No, no, no I heard you just fine, it's just," Regina chuckled, "you caught me off guard there. I'm used to answering questions that I've already answered a thousand times before so I actually have to think about this one."
Regina ruminated for a bit, rubbing her wedding ring as if it was a magic lamp, almost hoping that Michael would float out of it and grant her the answer. Finally, it came to her.
"I would say the most crucial factor in our compatibility as romantic partners was our friendship. I know that sounds contradictory but it's true. I firmly believe that in order for a romantic relationship to work, the two parties involved have to click as friends first. I mean, when you really think about it, a relationship is pretty much the exact same thing as a friendship, just with more kissing and calling each other 'babe,' so if you're not compatible as friends, then what makes you think you're gonna be compatible as romantic partners? Michael and I were inseparable as friends, and if I'm being honest, when we started dating, it hardly felt any different. Almost nothing changed between us. We still had that underlying respect for each other, same interests, same support during tough moments. Our relationship was really just an opportunity for Michael and I to grow closer to each other than ever before."
October 1979
The Jacksons Destiny World tour was in full throttle. After an eventful series of concerts across Western Europe at the beginning of the year, they entered the North American leg of the tour in April where Regina boldly stepped in to take the role as their opening act after their original opening act quit on them out of nowhere. A gallant gesture that her 1976 self would've never done, she was glad that that version of her was slowly dying out and a new, more outgoing version of Regina was blossoming in its place, because getting to travel across America and perform her songs in sold-out arenas and coliseums, even if it was just to open for her boyfriend and his brothers, was by far the most gratifying experience of her career and her life.
Hot off the heels of Broken Record selling a million and a half copies thus far and the staggering success of Michael's album, Off The Wall, which had been released a couple months ago on top of his hit single from the album "Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough" capturing the #1 spot on the Billboard 100, it was irrefutable to say that Michael and Regina were at the top of their game with no signs of coming down any time soon. When they weren't on stage performing, they were writing songs for future albums on scrap paper. When they weren't writing songs for future albums on scrap paper, they were doing photo shoots. When they weren't doing photo shoots, they were giving radio interviews together. And when they weren't giving radio interviews together, they were on stage performing. An endless cycle of hustling stardom that Michael and Regina didn't seem to mind reliving day by day as long as they were doing it together.
Now, after finishing a phenomenal show in Buffalo, Michael and Regina sat across from each other on the tour bus on their way to Massachusetts for their Springfield show. The brothers were playing Uno with Bill while Michael sat quietly in front of a mess of scattered papers, looking like he was trying to mimic The Thinker sculpture as he repeated the action of writing down lyrics and immediately crossing them out with pursed lips. Regina sat there detached from reality, picking at her fingernails and staring out the window, seeing nothing but grass fields and billboards dimly illuminated by the moon. She was revving up to ask Michael something that she had wanted to ask since she saw that they'd be performing in Massachusetts on the itinerary for the tour.
"Um, Michael?"
"Hm?" He looked up at her while still continuing to write.
"Do you think after the show in Springfield we'd be able to take a quick trip to Boston? Just for the day? There's some place I wanna visit."
"Of course, baby," he answered with a soft smile. "Where?"
The echo of boisterous church bells rung vehemently in Michael and Regina's ears as their feet carried them along a stone walkway dividing two vast lawns that stretched for miles. Carcasses of orange and yellow leaves trickled down from the trees hovering over them and onto the ground below, succumbing to the inevitable ravages of autumn in New England. In Regina's left hand held Michael's tender grasp as her right hand held a bouquet of roses, daisies, and orchids complimented by strings of baby's breath and Queen Anne's lace. The city of Boston was just as brash and rowdy as Regina remembered, but the sector that her and Michael were currently in was quiet and free from strife, though that was to be expected in a place like this.
Regina led the way, her feet eventually straying from the set path over to the straw-like grass and maneuvering in between chipped and contorted headstones until her and Michael had finally stumbled upon the grave that she had come to see.
Barry Clive Dumont
Apr. 19, 1926
Dec. 26, 1975
Beloved son, brother, husband, and father
Regina exhaled a breath that carried away into the gust of wind that flew past her as she examined the meticulous engravings on her father's headstone. She hunched down in front of it, Michael following suit, and delicately placed the bouquet right at the base before kissing her fingers and touching them to the ice cold marble.
"Oh, daddy," she whispered somberly, "almost 4 years and it's still so hard to believe you're gone."
Michael wrapped an arm around her and pulled her in as they both sat on their knees. He wiped a stray tear away from her cheek before she rested her head gently on top of his shoulder, feeling the gelled curls of his hair resting on the side of her face as he lay his head on top of hers.
"I know I never got the chance to meet him but from all the stories you've told me of him, he sounds like he was an amazing guy," Michael spoke, trying his best to soothe Regina.
"Oh, he was a wonderful man," she responded without second thought, "and an even better father. I remember every Sunday him and I used to watch The Ed Sullivan Show together before I went to bed. Every single Sunday. We never missed an episode. Oh, I used to be so excited to see what type of act would be performing that night. Most of my favorite musicians today, I fell in love with when I saw them on the show for the first time. The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Tina Turner, Janis Joplin, Ray Charles, Dionne Warwick," Regina reached her hand up and tickled Michael's chin, "and you."
Michael chuckled, visibly flattered. Regina continued. "God, I remember watching that episode with you and your brothers like it was yesterday. You were the cutest boy I had ever seen in my life, I couldn't take my eyes off of you. I sat so close to the TV, I gave myself a headache and my vision was blurry until morning. My father teased me for weeks on end after we watched that episode. Any time he saw you on television from that point on, he'd call me over by saying 'Gigi! Your boyfriend's on TV!'"
Michael's shoulders hunched forward as he slapped his hand in front of his mouth, trying to contain the waterfall of laughs begging to come out. The laughs that escaped from Regina's own mouth implicitly gave Michael the permission he was looking for to laugh along with her.
"Yeah, teasing me was his favorite thing to do. But I remember 11 days after that episode aired, I woke up on Christmas morning and the first gift I opened was a Jackson 5 record. Good Lord, the way I was acting when I opened that, you would've thought I won a lifetime supply of tickets to Disneyland. I didn't even open my other gifts, I made a beeline straight for my father's record player. I spent the whole entire rest of the day teaching him the choreography to 'Stand!', and every single year after that, without fail, he would gift me the newest Jackson 5 record. All the way up until his very last Christmas." Regina's voice broke off into a pained whisper at the end of her sentence. Michael pulled her in tighter, caressing her back and planting soft kisses on her forehead as she wept quietly into his shoulder.
Michael stayed silent for a little while, deeming it best for Regina to let out all of her feelings that had been sitting in the attic of her mind since she moved away from home. When her sobs weakened and her shoulders stopped bouncing, Michael nuzzled his lips to her ear. "I think your father manifested us together."
Regina chuckled, rapidly finding the strength to lift her head up and wipe her tears. "I think he did."
They gazed at each other lovingly before Michael planted a kiss right where a runaway tear began to roll down her cheek. When he pulled back, Regina thought to herself for the hundred millionth time since they started dating how lucky she was to have him as a boyfriend.
"Gigi?" a middle-aged woman's voice suddenly called from behind them. Startled, they both glanced back to see who was summoning her, and Regina immediately shot herself up from the ground when she identified the woman.
"Aunt Marla?" she said in amazement.
"Oh, honey bun, it's actually you." Marla gently placed the extravagant bouquet she had in her hands on the grass and swooped Regina into her arms, lifting her off of the ground for a couple seconds as she clung onto her like she hadn't seen her in ages.
"Oh, Gigi, it's so wonderful to see you again! The last time we were together was before you left for Los Angeles," she pulled away and eyed Regina up and down. "Oh my God, you almost look like a completely different person, your hair, your clothes, oh, you're so skinny, the food in California isn't as good as it is in New England, isn't it? Poor thing, you probably haven't had a good lobster roll or stuffed quahog since you left—" Marla's words of fretful concern faltered when her eyes landed on Michael standing there awkwardly. "And is this your boyfriend, Michael Jackson himself, the one you've told me all about on the phone? Boy, come here!"
Marla snatched Michael like he was the last product on a store shelf, squeezing him tight and impressively lifting him off of his feet for even longer than she did with Regina considering she was short enough for her head to be in line with his chest. Michael's eyes bugged out of his head as he looked over at Regina for help while visibly struggling to breathe, but all Regina could do was snicker into her hand. Finally, Marla dropped him.
"Michael, this is my aunt Marla, the one I told you about whose house in Newport I used to spend my summers as a kid."
"It's very nice to meet you," Michael said between breathless huffs as he rubbed his bruised ribs.
"It's even nicer to meet you," responded Marla before stamping a wet kiss onto his cheek. "My nephew-in-law is even more handsome in real life than he is on TV."
"Auntie, he's not your nephew-in-law until we get married."
"Which I hope will be happening soon because I have been dreaming of the day that I get to plan your wedding since your parents told me they were having a girl." Marla pulled a business card out of her bosom and handed it to Michael.
"She owns a wedding planning business," Regina clarified for him. "But auntie, I'm so glad I finally get to see you again. I performed in Springfield yesterday with Michael and his brothers but I asked him if we could take a quick day trip to Boston today to visit daddy's grave."
"And that is exactly why you're my favorite niece. You're so thoughtful, so selfless, so caring for your father even in death. Unlike the tramp who gave birth to you."
"Auntie," Regina said sternly.
Marla raised her hands in mock surrender. "Hey, you've known for years now that I never once liked her. I have my reasons."
Regina crossed her arms. "I know my mom isn't… the easiest person to deal with, but she's still my mother and she's your sister-in-law."
"My sister-in-law who tried to block me from getting my fair share of the inheritance that my own baby brother left for all of us."
Regina failed in finding a good response to that.
"Sweetie," Marla grabbed her niece by the shoulders and looked up at her, speaking in soft sincerity, "I have known Gerry for the better part of 27 years now. And for 27 years I've been wondering what the hell Barry could've possibly seen in that woman. Almost everything she does is done with malicious intent, she doesn't care about anyone but herself. Now, I applaud you for being the adult that your mother refuses to be and acknowledging that she's family and trying to find some good in her, but one day you'll learn that blood isn't all that much thicker than water when it's diluted with conceit and hatred. And when you do, you'll be set free."
That last line in Marla's brief monologue lingered in the back of Regina's mind long after their encounter at the cemetery like the vinegary sting of an intense hot sauce that not even milk can seem to cool down. It lingered as Regina and Michael stepped back onto the tour bus to make the 15 hour drive to Chicago. It lingered on stage as Regina performed. It lingered backstage while she watched the show once her opening set was over. It lingered back at the hotel as her and Michael made love in their room and cuddled while watching TV afterward, still too revved up from the adrenaline rush that the show gave them to fall asleep.
Regina lay skin-to-skin on top of Michael, tracing hearts on his chest. Michael's right arm was wrapped around her to caress her back as his left hand fiddled with the business card that Marla had given him the other day.
"Michael, you've been eyeballing that card nonstop since my aunt gave it to you. If you're getting any ideas, just know that I'd prefer a gold engagement ring over a silver one."
"About our future together. Our future wedding, future children, future house. You don't think about it from time to time?"
"Psh, are you kidding? I've been making vision boards of our future together since before you even knew I existed."
Michael laughed even harder this time, forcing Regina to lift herself off of his chest and lay on her side next to him. She stroked his lean bicep.
"So what do you have in mind for our future wedding then?" Michael asked.
"I want it to be a winter wedding, preferably sometime around Christmas, and I want it to be in Newport where my aunt lives. She's terrified of flying so she'd never be able to come down to LA. I want the flowers to be all hydrangeas and wisterias and white lilies, and I want a multi-tiered cake where each tier is a different flavor so that everyone gets a flavor they like. I want a dress with a train that reaches all the way down the aisle when I'm standing at the altar, and a veil that has my initials and yours stitched onto it with our wedding date right below. I want Janet to be my maid of honor, and I want our first dance song to be 'I'll Be There.'"
Michael gazed at Regina with a quiet reverence as she listed off all the components to her dream future wedding. It was obvious that she had put a lot of thought into this, and Michael, being the charismatic gift-giver that he was, couldn't wait for the day when he'd get to fulfill all of her requests and give her the wedding she deserved. "I'd like that," he spoke softly, "I'd really like that. What about kids?"
"Yeah, I'd like to have kids."
"How many?"
Regina shrugged. "Doesn't matter to me as long as we have at least one girl. I've wanted a baby girl for as long as I can remember. How many do you want?"
"13."
Regina's eyes nearly popped out of her skull. "13!? You want me to give birth to 13 kids?"
Michael's chest puffed out and his head fell back in amusement. "No, silly! They don't all have to be biological. I'd love to adopt a few kids here and there. There's so many innocent kids around the world without homes, I think it'd be wonderful to have a house full of culturally diverse children. We could have a kid from China, one from France, another from Brazil, Poland, Australia, Egypt, Mexico, the possibilities are endless. We could learn their languages, celebrate their holidays, dress in their traditional clothes, I mean, doesn't that sound like the most amazing family you can think of?"
Regina, who had taken the most mitigating sigh of relief when Michael clarified that he wanted a mixture of biological and adopted children, was now the one gazing at him with quiet reverence. "It does," she responded, envisioning her and Michael posing for a family portrait with 13 children and being pleasantly surprised at how nice that image looked in her head. "We'd have to have a real big house to accommodate 13 kids though."
"I already thought about that. I wanna buy a ranch."
"A ranch?"
"Yeah, a ranch. A nice big one as far as the eye can see, and I wanna build my own amusement park inside of it. I have it all mapped out, it would be packed with rides, games, a movie theater, a train station, a petting zoo, everything that kids love. Our own personal Disneyland. And it wouldn't just be for our kids, we could host children from all around the world who wanna come and play. I wanna give them all the joy and happiness that I missed out on in my childhood. I'd call it Neverland Ranch."
Regina chuckled, not in a mocking way, far from that, but rather in sheer amazement at the honorable absurdity of everything Michael wanted to accomplish in his life. Not to mention the lengths in which his plans for the future went to accommodate those around him, even children who weren't born yet, in ways that went above and beyond what the average person would think of. His selflessness was the trait that Regina admired the most about him. After all, had it not been for his selflessness, she wouldn't have had a sold-out arena chanting her name just a few hours ago and one of the world's most sought after men laying next to her in bed in his birthday suit.
"You're real ambitious, applehead."
"I have to be in order to achieve my goals. Nothing in this life comes for free, especially for a black man. I gotta work harder than anyone has ever worked before to get what I want, and I'm not stopping even when I get to the top. I wanna be the greatest entertainer of all time. I want my name to be remembered for centuries afterward. I wanna end world hunger. I wanna build hospitals for the impoverished. I wanna donate as much money to the less fortunate as humanly possible. I wanna be a safe haven for children everywhere. And on top of all that, I wanna make you the happiest woman alive and make sure you never live a day in sorrow."
Regina smiled demurely, finding her way back to laying on top of Michael's chest, hugging his waist tight and planting a kiss where his heart was. "You already accomplished that last goal a long time ago, love."
Pulling the sheets up over them, they turned off the TV, kissed each other goodnight, and drifted off into a dreamless slumber, for the dreams that inhibited their minds every night during their vital periods of daily rest could never compare to the dreams that they had already attained and the dreams that they still had yet to achieve, however long it may take and however much blood, sweat, and tears needed to be shed to do so.
okay chapter 11 of pop dynasty is almost done but it's probably not gonna be uploaded until either the end of this week or sometime next week cuz i wanna complete chapter 12 first before i post 11 so that i can get back into the habit of having an extra chapter on standby just in case i fall behind again. Just wanted to tell y'all know!
i made one of those google pages for regina that everyone on tiktok is making for their fanfic ocs/shifting dr and i'm so proud of it but so mad that i can't show u guys until the fic is complete cuz it spoils literally everything 💀
Synopsis: To the world, he was the King of Pop, but to her, he was simply Michael. After almost a year of mourning her late husband in the shadows, retired Queen of Pop Regina Venus is ready to unveil the truth and introduce the world to the Michael Jackson that they never knew. Unafraid to reveal the good, the bad, and the ugly, Regina spills everything in an interview where she details the intimate and chaotic life that her and Michael shared for 33 years before his untimely demise.
Pairing: Michael Jackson x fem!OC
Tags: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Romance, Drama, Like Tons of Drama, Friends to Lovers, Domestic Fluff, Character Death, Angst and Romance, Porn With Plot, True Love, Betrayal, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Starts as Fluff but Turns to Angst, Fame, Moderate to Heavy Angst, I Cannot Stress Enough How Much Angst is in This Fic, But it's Mostly Towards the Middle and End, Tragic Romance, Bittersweet Ending
Word Count: 3,691
Taglist (DM or comment to be added): @a-dal7490 @scarletwitchwhore @kneelarmhstrung @oreo2sblog @skiicoreee @tojiswifeforlife @wildpandorasky
A/N: Woohoo we've made it to 10 chapters so far! 🥳🎉 Fair warning, I do wanna preface that this chapter will contain smut, if you're someone who doesn't like to read smut or doesn't really care for it, the first half of the chapter doesn't involve any smut whatsoever so that can still be read (though it is still pretty suggestive). I'm not planning on making smut chapters super common in this fic cuz as much as I love smut, it's pretty laborious to write so there will be maybe 3-5 smut chapters total in the entire fic (including this one).
ALSO HUGE SHOUTOUT TO MY POOKIE BEAR @boredpretty for giving me the idea to use the song "Inside My Love" by Minnie Riperton in the fic which you guys will see in use when you read this chapter. I hadn't heard the song before when she recommended it but once I listened to it, I fell in love and it gave me just the inspiration I needed to figure out what to write for this chapter so y'all can thank her for the smut lol. You guys should check out her MJ fanfics on here too, she's a fantastic writer :)
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November 1978
1978 was just one month away from coming to a close and after everything that had occurred, it was more than safe to say that the year had given Michael and Regina nothing but the absolute best of what it had in store for them.
Michael and his brothers had spent the bulk of the summer recording their third album with Epic titled Destiny, and it was expected to be their biggest album yet. Michael had written the vast majority of the songs on it and the one single that had been released so far, "Blame It on the Boogie", was already a smash hit. The summer was also a good time for Regina as she had accomplished what she initially thought of as impossible when the title track from her album that she had done with Quincy Jones back in New York peaked at #1 on the Billboard 100 in late July, staying there for 3 weeks and being deemed by multiple music critics as "the song of the summer."
But their musical accomplishments paled in comparison to the accomplishments achieved within their relationship. Now that they no longer had to hide their true feelings for each other, they were infinitely more happy, looking at life from a whole new, rose-colored perspective.
Their only dilemma was keeping it a secret from everyone. It wasn't the case that there was a specific reason as to why they needed to keep the relationship a secret, they just simply didn't feel like dealing with all the fuss that they knew would ensue if word got out that two of the biggest names in music right now were boyfriend and girlfriend. To prevent this, they even kept the relationship a secret from their own families, which hurt Michael to do knowing how close he was to all of his siblings, but it was to protect the integrity of the relationship until they were ready to come out. Though that didn't mean that they were absolutely perfect at being discreet.
Janet found out about the relationship when she barged in on them kissing on top of Michael's bed back in April, to which Michael told her that if opening doors without knocking was an Olympic sport, she'd be a gold medalist before forcing her to promise that she wouldn't tell anyone and kicking her out.
And her promise was kept because the relationship had successfully remained under wraps from everyone, including the family, until last month at the LA premiere of The Wiz when the newest "It" couple that would soon be plastered all over the front covers of Tiger Beat and Jet debuted themselves on the red carpet holding hands and sharing a kiss that made the fans behind the barricades scream and the paparazzi feel like they found a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. It was certainly a surprise to Geraldine and Joseph who were snapped by photographers glaring maliciously at their children from behind, completely taken aback and almost offended by this new promotion in their bond that they were left entirely blindsided to until now.
Now, on the eve of Thanksgiving, a couple weeks after the release of Broken Record which had impressively snatched the #20 spot on the Billboard 200 right from the get-go, Regina was back in London performing a sold-out show at the Hammersmith Odeon as part of a promotional mini-tour across the British Isles where her fan base had originated. This would be the first ever series of official concerts Regina would perform, and although saying that she was nervous was an understatement, Michael promised her that everything would be alright because he would be by her side just like always. And just like always, his promise was fulfilled as his schedule allowed him to accompany Regina along the way, watching the shows from the wings and acting as her anxiety suppressant.
The applause of the crowd roared in Regina's ears as she finished up the final song on her set-list, the adrenaline from such a successful show still rushing through her veins and pumping her heart with energy. Michael watched from the side with a radiant smile on his face, clapping along with everyone and cheering until his lungs couldn't push out anymore breath.
"Thank you, thank you," she spoke into the microphone, cueing the audience to dim their applause. "Now, you all have been such a wonderful audience that I don't really wanna say goodbye just yet, and I'm certain you guys don't either."
The audience screamed and cheered in agreement, acquiring a sincere smile from Regina.
"So here's what I'll do," she announced, her voice booming. "I'll sing one more song as a special little treat to wrap up the night. The only problem is, I've run out of songs in my set-list. So this next song I'm gonna sing is one that's not by me but rather one of my favorite artists. And it's a song that I actually wanna dedicate to a very, very special man in my life," she added, throwing a secretive wink in Michael's direction. "I don't have to say his name, you already know who he is."
The audience cheered once more in gratitude as Regina motioned to the band to start the song. The slow, sensual opening riffs of "Inside My Love" by Minnie Riperton began to play as the lights dimmed, setting the mood just right for the closing number.
"Yeah… Yeah, yeah, yeah, huh, huh, hmmmm~
Two people just meeting,
Barely touching each other,
Two spirits greeting,
Trying to carry it further"
Regina sauntered over in Michael's direction, staring him down with ferocious lust in her eyes, hardly trying to hide his presence in the theater to the audience as her fingertips caressed herself over her low-cut blue satin dress.
"You are one and I am another,
We should be one inside each other,
You can see inside me, will you come inside me?
Do you wanna ride inside my love?
You can see inside me, will you come inside me?
Do you wanna ride inside my love~"
Regina replaced Riperton's iconic whistle note with a drawn out bellow that cascaded into the next verse, warranting more impressed hoots and hollers from the crowd. Michael could do nothing but stand there in awe, flustered and jittery as he tugged at his collar, suddenly sweltering while he continued to watch Regina's suggestive performance, unable to look away. There was no doubt in his mind that Regina hadn't picked this song for no reason, especially with a chorus so poetically vulgar. It was making Michael feel something that he wasn't sure even a cold shower could fix.
"Two strangers, not strangers,
Only lacking the knowing,
So willing, feeling,
Infinite growing"
Regina was no longer singing to the audience but instead to Michael and Michael only now, her attention dead set on him as sprinkles of people in the front rows hunched over to try and see who or what all her attention had possibly averted to. Michael could feel himself being put under some sort of love spell as she sang the chorus once more, her glossy pink lips looking so enticing hovering over the microphone.
"While we're here, the whole world is turning,
We should be one, fulfilling our yearning"
"You can see inside me, will you come inside me?
Do you wanna ride inside my love?
You can see inside me, will you come inside me?
Do you wanna ride inside my love?"
The instrumental break soon flowed in, giving Regina's vocals a rest for a bit, but her body wasn't the slightest bit tired. She danced and twirled all around the stage, closing her eyes and pretending like she was in her room with no one watching, the cool tinted brilliance of the spotlight bouncing off of her and catching the way her dress accentuated every curve that sculpted her body. Michael just barely caught the string of drool that escaped from his mouth as he stared at her dancing like she was attracting a mate.
"You can come inside me,
Will you come inside me?
You can come inside me,
Will you come inside me?
Inside my love~"
Regina ended the song with a bang, holding the last note for an impressive 20 seconds as the instrumentals faltered out, allowing her sweet dulcet voice to be the absolute last thing her fans heard before rewarding her with an amalgamation of deafening applause, whistles, and dry-throated screams.
She took a bow, almost losing her balance in the act and laughing it off, and it wasn't until that moment that she realized from the warmth on her cheeks and the tingling in her abdomen just how aroused performing the song had made her. She hid her titillation behind a poker faced smile as she said goodbye to such a lovely audience.
"Goodnight London, I love you as always!" She brought her fingers to her lips and blew them a kiss before exiting stage right, the opposite side of where Michael was. As soon as her flowy blue dress disappeared from his sight, he made a run for her.
In an unprecedented race to her dressing room, Regina was the winner as she was already there pouring herself a drink when Michael bolted in, trying his hardest to mitigate his heaving breaths.
"Michael!" she rushed over to him, placing a full glass of champagne in his hand and gracing his burning cheek with a kiss that left a pink lipstick print. "How was I? Not bad for the first show in the tour, huh?" Regina clinked her glass with Michael's and drank, pretending like she hadn't noticed the humorously timid look on his face.
"Oh, you were perfect, baby, just perfect. Your vocals were phenomenal, everyone loved you."
"Yeah? What did you think of the last song?"
Michael cleared his throat stiffly, looking everywhere except at Regina as he chugged his champagne. "Y-yeah, it's a good song. Real good song, one of my favorites. And t-the dedication was real nice of you."
"It was more so a request rather than a dedication," Regina responded, sitting down at the vanity and fluffing her hair in the mirror.
"What do you mean?"
Regina paused what she was doing and swiveled her chair to look up at her boyfriend. "Michael, tell me, how long have we been dating?"
"11 months."
"11 months. Almost a full year already." Regina tilted her head upward and rubbed her chin the way cartoon characters do to indicate that they're thinking. "Now tell me, in the 11 months that we've been dating, how many times have we had sex?"
Michael nearly choked on the swig of champagne he took while Regina was speaking. It suddenly got very hot inside the dressing room.
"Well?" said Regina, standing up and walking towards Michael. Simultaneously, he placed his glass down on the coffee table and trudged backwards until his knees hit the black leather sofa pushed up against the wall, forcing him to sit. Regina hovered over him, blocking any possible escape route he could take. Though with a view like this, he wasn't sure if he wanted to escape at all.
He looked up at his muse with puppy dog eyes. "Umm, zero?"
"That's right. Now, I don't know about you, but in my opinion, 11 months is a really long time to date someone without going all the way. I mean, yeah the kissing and holding hands and 'I love you's' are nice and all but," Regina tucked her fingers underneath Michael's chin and tilted his head up, forcing him to look at her when she noticed his eyes dart to the floor, "aren't you just aching for something more intimate?"
The vast silence in the room allowed the gulp that traveled down Michael's throat to be audible as he really started sweating now. "Uh, umm, well I just—I mean—"
"Look, I'm gonna be honest with you, Michael, I'm tired of waiting, and…" Regina's eyes trailed down to the protruding bulge growing in between Michael's legs in real time, "clearly you are too."
Michael's lungs drew shaky breaths as Regina gently pushed him down to lay flat on the sofa, crawling on top of him. A squeak emitted itself from his throat as Regina sat herself comfortably on top of his aching erection. Trying to be discreet, Michael rolled his hips beneath her, desperate for some stimulation to relieve his hellacious arousal.
"Easy, baby, you'll get there soon enough, don't worry," Regina cooed. Michael blushed, embarrassed to have been caught in the act, but the embarrassment didn't last long as he was distracted by Regina removing his sports jacket and unbuttoning his shirt.
For every button that Regina undid, she planted a kiss on his torso, starting at his deliciously smooth pecs and traveling down his stomach until the cool metal of his pants buckle halted her.
She tucked her fingers into the waistband of his pants, dragging them along the bare, hot skin of his hips.
"You want me to take these off?"
Michael nodded prudently, feeling as though he may explode if his pants clung onto him for even a second longer.
"What's the magic word?" Regina teased.
"Please~" he whined, his voice cracking, causing Regina to giggle.
Everything was happening so fast that Michael hardly had any time to register it because as soon as Regina yanked his belt off and threw it across the room, she followed suit with tugging his pants down to his ankles in one swift motion before he took the liberty of kicking them off of his feet like they were on fire.
Regina's breath hitched when her eyes landed on his cock, all 8 inches of it. The specimen sitting in front of her eyes was such a work of art that she had to take a second to admire it. The girthy shaft that curved like a banana towards himself, perfect for stimulating the G-spot. The cherry mahogany tip covered in a fine glaze of pre-cum that was also dribbling down his member, shining under the warm lamplight of the room. The thick veins that looked like lightning strikes bulging out of his skin. The moat of untrimmed curly black pubes surrounding the tower-like structure. Regina could not fathom how she got so lucky.
Without saying a word, she lifted herself off of Michael, much to his dismay, and shifted him so that he was sitting upright on the sofa and she was positioned on her knees directly in line with his cock just oozing its preliminary juices.
Michael's fingers dug into the sofa as he tried his best to prepare himself for what was to come. Regina's nails delicately caressed his thighs, tickling him in certain spots before her hands gravitated towards the main star of the show, wrapping around his firm member, her index finger and thumb just barely within reach of each other.
"You've fantasized about this before, haven't you?" Regina asked him, slowly stroking him from tip to base, the movement of the loose skin making the head of his dick disappear and reappear with each tug.
Michael nodded with his head rolled back and his teeth clenched slightly.
"I know you have," Regina continued, her tone of voice riddled with self-assurance layered under a coating of seduction. "I know you play with yourself when I'm not there. Do you think of me when you jerk off?"
"Y-yes," Michael moaned, his head floating in the clouds as Regina continued to pump him.
"Yeah, I think about you when I touch myself too. What do you envision me doing when you think about me?"
This was a humiliation ritual at this point. Michael sitting stark naked on a sofa while Regina glided her soft hands up and down his throbbing cock, asking him interrogating questions about his masturbation habits. The rules of human nature said that he wasn't supposed to like the embarrassment of all this, but the fire kindling deep in his stomach at this moment in time said otherwise.
Michael stumbled over his words, temporarily forgetting how to speak English before he finally answered her. "I—I imagine you suck—Oh God, baby, I imagine you su—sucking me, hmmpph~"
Regina grinned arrogantly. "Well, you won't have to imagine anymore," she said before gliding her tongue all the way from his balls up the bumpy veins of his shaft to envelop her mouth around his juicy tip. Michael winced in surprise at the sudden change in contact, arching his back before relaxing into a long drawn groan when he felt Regina's tongue swirl around the tip, lapping up all of the salty pre-cum that coated it like snow on a mountaintop.
Incrementally, her mouth encompassed him inch by inch, the fleshy walls of her inner cheeks creating a wet, warm vacuum seal around his cock until his tip prodded at her uvula and his pubic hair tickled her nose. Up and down she sucked, her tongue whirling all around his shaft, making sure not to leave any part of it un-licked as if it was a melting popsicle on a hot summer day.
Her right hand pumped his dick as she continued to slurp him, her left one kneading his inner thigh. Michael's breath came out in quick whimpering bursts. His head rested on his shoulder with his eyes squeezed shut, too timid to look at Regina. Meanwhile, her eyes were fixated on him and him only, having not blinked once this entire time as she studied the way his hips bucked to push his cock deeper into her mouth. The way the sweat pooling on his heaving chest beaded down his clenched stomach. The way his hands clawed at his own thighs leaving red cat-like scratch marks. The way his teeth dug into his bottom lip, almost enough to break skin as his breathing increased speed, his moans became louder and more erratic, his hips began to sputter, and his hand crawled to the back of Regina's head, trying to shove her in further.
Pop! Regina extracted her mouth from Michael's cock, now entirely lubed with her spit. He whined in protest.
"Baby, why'd you stop? I was almost there~"
Regina lifted herself up to her feet and hiked her dress up, just enough to tuck her hands into the waistband of her underwear while still maintaining her decency in front of Michael. She pulled down her panties slowly, making sure Michael's eyes didn't veer off as she slipped her legs out of them and dropped them to the floor.
She faced away from Michael and scooted herself back until she sat in between his legs and lifted her hair up, pointing to the zipper resting at her nape.
"Unzip," she demanded and Michael obeyed immediately. He dragged the flimsy zipper all the way down, unsheathing her bare back until gravity took over and made the entire dress fall. Promptly, she stood up and faced Michael again, the dress falling straight to the floor as she did so, exposing her entire body in all of its glory, finally putting an end to the 2 and a half year long mystery as to what Regina looked like naked that clouded his brain constantly.
She walked over to Michael once more and hoisted herself on top of him, her legs cradling his lap and her perky breasts squished up against his sweaty chest while his hands drifted to grasp onto her back. Her hand slithered down to grip the base of his cock, positioning it right in front of her hole, and with next to no resistance from her sopping wet pussy, she steadily dragged herself down on top of him, the intensity of his girth stretching her walls taut.
They both moaned in harmony when their hips finally made contact. They lingered there for a while, basking in the sensation of their bodies connecting as one. The warm, ribbed tunnel of Regina's cunt hugged Michael tight and he filled her up perfectly.
Regina's lips gravitated towards Michael's, feasting hungrily on him as she began to move up and down at a steady pace. A waterfall of whimpers cascaded from his mouth into hers as she rode him, increasing the speed as well as the force in which her thighs slammed onto his with each bounce.
"Oh, Gigi, baby, you feel so good," he mewled in between kisses. "Your pussy feels like Heaven."
The butterflies in the pit of Regina's stomach went haywire in that moment, partially because Michael hardly ever said vulgar words so hearing him compare her "pussy" to Heaven turned her on expeditiously, and partially because his cock had spontaneously reached just the right angle to slam into her g-spot with each stroke.
Regina shuddered, teetering close to the edge as she continued to devour Michael, sucking on his bottom lip and dragging her nails down his back while the sounds of her soaking wet pussy squelching on his dick and their thighs clapping echoed in their ears.
"Oh my God, Michael," she keened, her lips resting lazily on top of Michael's at this point, "it—it's too much. I'm already gonna, hnghhh~"
Her short and sweet bounces soon turned into long-winded grinding, allowing her clit to graze Michael's cock as the fireworks that had been slowly igniting within her stomach exploded, her orgasm bursting out in shockwaves as she wailed Michael's name for all of London to hear.
"Oh, Michael! Oh fuck, Michael! Ohh, it feels so good, baby, fuck~"
The sight of Regina riding out her high burned into Michael's eyes like a film reel and it pushed him just enough over the edge for his own orgasm to unleash out of him too, giving neither one of them a warning as thick webs of cum abruptly shot out of him.
His hands gripped her ass, leaving marks where his nails dug into as his volcanic release splattered onto the walls of Regina's cunt and blended with her juices to create a salty white fusion presented in the form of a glaze coating his dick and dripping down onto his thighs and the sofa.
Regina's sensitive pussy stroked him one final time as the last dribble of cum spurted out of him, her thighs burning from their workout as she plopped herself down and caught her breath, resting her head meekly on Michael's chest.
Michael rested his head over the top of the couch, his eyelids unable to hold themselves up as he rubbed Regina's back. She lifted her head up once she finally regained some breath and gazed at Michael lovingly for a few seconds before grabbing him by the chin and kissing him once more, letting her tongue savor the taste of the briny sweat surrounding his mouth. She swallowed when she finally let go and smiled up at him.
"So? What did you think?"
Michael licked his lips, desperate for a drink of water. "I think we shouldn't have waited 11 months to have sex if that's what it feels like."
Regina laughed so hard she collapsed onto Michael's chest yet again before hitting him with a bantering "I told you so."
Now that Michael knew what sex with the love of his life felt like, he deemed himself the world's biggest imbecile for putting it off for so long. But it was okay. Regina had 11 more shows left in her mini-tour, which meant 11 more renditions of "Inside My Love" to close off the show and 11 more backstage rendezvous' to bring the chorus of the song to life immediately afterward.
A/N: Okay I didn't realize until just before I was about to post that I forgot to write in Michael and Regina using some sort of protection and I rllyyyyy don't feel like going back and adding it in so for the sake of my lazy ahh just pretend like Regina is on the pill and Michael already knew this somehow before they fucked 💀
Synopsis: To the world, he was the King of Pop, but to her, he was simply Michael. After almost a year of mourning her late husband in the shadows, retired Queen of Pop Regina Venus is ready to unveil the truth and introduce the world to the Michael Jackson that they never knew. Unafraid to reveal the good, the bad, and the ugly, Regina spills everything in an interview where she details the intimate and chaotic life that her and Michael shared for 33 years before his untimely demise.
Pairing: Michael Jackson x fem!OC
Tags: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Romance, Drama, Like Tons of Drama, Friends to Lovers, Domestic Fluff, Character Death, Angst and Romance, Porn With Plot, True Love, Betrayal, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Starts as Fluff but Turns to Angst, Fame, Moderate to Heavy Angst, I Cannot Stress Enough How Much Angst is in This Fic, But it's Mostly Towards the Middle and End, Tragic Romance, Bittersweet Ending
Word Count: 5,832
Taglist (DM or comment to be added): @a-dal7490 @scarletwitchwhore @kneelarmhstrung @oreo2sblog @skiicoreee @tojiswifeforlife @wildpandorasky
A/N: Okay writing this chapter was a COMPLETE 180 from writing chapter 8. I genuinely had so much fun writing this one, the words were just pouring out of me nonstop, and it was so easy to write that I wrote the whole thing in the span of just two days which is honestly pretty impressive for me. Usually it takes me an average of 5 days to more than a week to write a single chapter of 2-4k words. I'm so excited for you guys to read what happens!!
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April 2010
Regina intuitively traced Michael's signature on her thigh, still able to recall how it looked from memory as the interviewer took a sip of his water and wrote down more notes. The two cards that Michael had written for her on the days that she received both of his lavish floral surprises were still in her possession, as was every single letter he ever wrote to her throughout the course of their lives.
She kept them all safe and secure in a box tucked away in the closet buried under a mountain of clothes that hadn't seen the inside of a washing machine since June of last year. In her youth, she could fondly recall taking the box out from underneath her bed in the dead of night whenever she coveted Michael's presence when he was away on tour and hovering a flashlight over the crinkled pages to read them in his softly tuned voice.
She would often trace her fingers over his beguiling penmanship, and as a result, she quickly memorized how to write his signature, a skill that she still retained to this day. Though granted, she was starting to get a bit rusty. As much as she incessantly yearned for something, anything to serve as a time capsule to remind her of the good old days, she knew better than to look at the letters following Michael's passing for fear that the scalding hot tears constantly waiting on standby in the back of her skull would fall onto the now yellowed pages and tarnish the cherished memories that made them feel so heavy in her hands.
There were many things she kept of Michael's to remember him by, some things standard like his clothes and his half-empty perfume bottles, other things a bit abnormal like the half-eaten leftovers from the last meal of KFC he ate the day before his passing wrapped in tinfoil and shoved in the back of the freezer to keep preserved, just in case this whole thing was a sick prank and Michael got hungry once he finally decided to come out of hiding. Just in case.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to move on to discussing your second album now, Broken Record," the interviewer stated, fiddling with his pen.
"Yes, what would you like to know about that one?"
"You've mentioned in multiple interviews in the past that the making of that album was a very pivotal time in your life, not just in the way it impacted your music career but your personal life as well. While you have explained in those interviews how it impacted your music career for the better, you've never really elaborated on how exactly the making of the album impacted your personal life."
Regina sat in silence for a brief moment, recollecting the memories from that time period and placing all the puzzle pieces of information into the correct spots to make sure she didn't give an inaccurate account. If there was any story from this interview she didn't want to get even minutely wrong, this was one of them.
She folded her hands in her lap and cleared her throat, ready to recall yet another blissful memory, the most blissful one of them all thus far.
"Recording Broken Record was a very exciting time in my life. Michael was in New York filming The Wiz and Quincy Jones was working on the soundtrack for the film. My mother had met him at a party a few months prior and somehow managed to convince him to produce my next album. Because of that, I had the wonderful opportunity to record it in New York and stay with Michael in the apartment he was renting. Oh, we had so much fun over there. My fondest memories are of us going down to Studio 54 every evening that we had free and partying until the sun came up. By the end of our time in New York together, I felt like a whole new woman," Regina paused, biting back a smile of childlike joy, "and my relationship with Michael had blossomed into something I had thrown pennies into wishing wells for since the day I met him."
September 1977
"Ladies and gentlemen, this is your captain speaking, we have now landed in New York City. The local time is currently 8:43am and the weather is bright and sunny with a moderate temperature of 68°. We want to thank you once again for flying with us and we hope you enjoy your stay in New York."
Regina let out an exasperated sigh, fruitlessly attempting to stretch as much as she could in her seat. Another sleepless flight that would leave her wishing she had brought tape to put on her eyelids to keep them from falling every two seconds.
After she made it past baggage claim, she found Michael's bodyguard, Bill, whom Michael had told Regina would be picking her up, in the terminal for arrivals. From there, they drove to the apartment on the East Side of Manhattan to put Regina's things away before going over to Queens to visit Michael on set.
"Man, I'm so excited to be in New York," Regina told Bill, hanging her head out of the window of the car and marveling at the skyscrapers that looked tall enough to cut through clouds. "London was cool and all, but nothing compares to the Big Apple."
"Yeah, Michael's real excited for you to be here too. That lil joker's been counting down the days until your arrival since the day you called and told him you were coming. Even wrote it down on the calendar in his room and drew little hearts around it and everything."
Regina looked over at Bill when he said that, then back out the window as soon as she felt the faintest prickle of heat tiptoe onto her cheeks. She almost wished he hadn't mentioned that. In the beginning, it was cute and charming finding out all the different clues that proved that Michael wanted something more than platonic with Regina, and it still was to some extent, but it had now gotten to a point where it frustrated her more than anything. How much longer were they going to continue this façade when the obvious had been known for months now? More specifically, since the night that Michael threw the album release party for Red Cherry Perfume at Hayvenhurst. God, if only Regina could find a way to turn back time and lock the door to Michael's room after they went in there with the platter of crab cakes. Who knows how different their relationship with each other would look by now if that had been the case?
They arrived on set and slithered through an endless array of yellow brick roads, kooky props, and extras wearing flashy, dazzling costumes in all colors of the rainbow before they found Michael in his scarecrow get-up sitting in a director's chair with his name plastered on the back of it drinking orange juice from a squeeze bottle.
Regina tapped him on the shoulder. "Excuse me, I'm looking for my friend Michael. He looks a lot like you but less bulbous-y and he doesn't have a Reese's peanut butter cup wrapper stuck to his nose."
"Gigi!" Michael exclaimed, getting up from his chair and embracing Regina, the plastic-like material of his pants rustling against her. When he finally pulled back, he dabbed at his face as if it was made of porcelain. "Can't smile too hard, my makeup will crack. But I'm so glad you're here! Oh man, I got so much stuff planned for us to do while we're in New York, it's gonna be a blast. Listen, I know you're not that crazy about parties but tomorrow I wanna take you to Studio 54."
"Studio 54? What's that?"
"It's the hottest nightclub in all of New York. In all of America if you ask me. It's always packed with celebrities and good music and dancing. You gotta check it out."
Regina was apprehensive. She really didn't like being at social functions that were as loud and chaotic and energetic as discoteques, but now that she was famous, going to such functions were a part of her new reality. Besides, as long as Michael was by her side, she knew she'd have a good time.
"Yeah, sure, that sounds good but I don't know if I packed the right clothes for such a high-end nightclub."
"Bill and I can take you shopping once I'm done shooting for the day."
And out shopping they went as the next day came by in a wink and the fiery orange silhouette of the sun peeking through the buildings before burying itself under the concrete horizon gave Michael and Regina their cue to start getting dressed for Studio 54. When Regina was finished getting ready, clothed in a tight-fitting gold shimmer mini dress with a matching necklace and earrings from Tiffany & Co. and a $2,500 gold Cartier watch that Michael had bought for her when she wasn't looking as a needless gift, she added a few conscious spritz' of Chanel to her wrists and the back of her ears before knocking on Michael's bedroom door.
"Michael, you ready?"
He opened the door in the midst of trying to clasp his heavy gold chain bracelet onto his wrist, but when he saw Regina's finished look, the bracelet fell from his hands and plopped onto the floor, leaving a dent in the wood.
His eyes began at Regina's strappy gold high heels, traveling up her smooth legs to her blindingly radiant dress, then up to her gold chain sitting aptly atop her bosom, nicely filling in the dip of the dress's deep cowl neckline, then up to her glossed lips before landing in line with the feathery lashes sitting on top of a pair of glittery eyes staring right back at him with a soft gaze.
"So? Are you ready or not?" Regina repeated amusingly.
"Uh, y-yeah, yeah I am," Michael clumsily cleared his throat, trying to pick his bracelet up off the floor but his fingers wouldn't allow him to.
"Here, let me help you with that," Regina said, crouching down to grab his bracelet. Michael's eyes crossed paths with the contour of her very pronounced cleavage before he sharply looked away. Regina clasped the bracelet onto his slim wrist, her fingers purposely lingering on his hand when she was done.
"Let's go then," she said amorously as she grabbed her clutch and headed for the door. Michael could've sworn that he saw her wink at him, but he could also see faint hearts floating in the air so he wasn't sure what was real and what were the figments of his imagination.
After a short limo ride spent in a comfortable silence, they arrived at Studio 54. As soon as the door of the car opened, staccato bursts of white from the paparazzi cameras flooded their vision. Michael stepped out of the limo first, extending his hand for Regina to take as she gracefully exited seconds after. Their hands stayed interlocked as they smiled for the paparazzi, scooching through the jammed line of regular everyday folk, some determined to make it into the club despite the fact that they didn't have the connections necessary to get in, others just there to gawk at the flock of celebrities going in and out of the club.
As Michael gave his name to the bouncer, Regina gazed up at the nightclub's illuminated sign that showcased nothing but the number 54 against a black backdrop. No use of the word "Studio", no design, no flashy lights that could be seen from blocks away. A nightclub so iconic, they only needed to put its number on the front banner for people to know what it was, and when the bouncer unclipped the velvet rope and Regina was ushered inside, she quickly understood why it was so iconic.
Passing through the architectural maze of the Art Deco inspired lobby with its walls decorated with Roman arch mirrors that touched from floor to ceiling and a massive crystal chandelier that surely cost more than her house, the thumping bass of "I Feel Love" by Donna Summer increasingly pounded in her ears and chest with more and more fervor as she marched up a set of velvet carpeted stairs into another world.
One with multi-colored strobe lights flashing everywhere and giant red light towers planted across the packed dance floor that looked like they'd scorch you if you touched them. One with a balcony overlooking the controlled chaos below with red velvet benches where people were either making out or snorting lines off of each other's bodies. One with a busy bar not too far from all the action whose design made it look like it was floating in gold. One that inhibited all different types of people, from star-studded celebrities to groupies to body builders to drag queens to even half-naked trapeze artists hanging from the ceiling by silk ropes.
Regina didn't even know where to go from here. She had never seen anything like it, and the sheer volume of activity going on all around her overwhelmed her so good.
"Michael! Oh my God, Michael's here!"
Suddenly, two girls who appeared out of seemingly nowhere rushed over to Michael, each one grabbing him by the arm.
"Oh, Michael, we missed you so much last night, why didn't you come?"
"The club was so dead without you yesterday, I would've gone home if David Bowie hadn't walked through the door as soon as I was about to leave."
Regina glared at the girls skeptically, wondering how they knew Michael well enough to feel him up the way they were doing. The one on the left was rather tall with tawny skin, sharp facial features, and sleek black hair that reached her knees. The one on the right was short and pale with freckles painted across her face and big bouncy auburn curls resting gently on her shoulders.
Michael had the faintest look of discomfort on his face, but not enough for Regina's liking. "Ah, sorry ladies, I went out shopping with my friend Regina here. You girls know her music, right?"
They scowled at Regina, discreetly squeezing Michael's arms tighter at the mention of Regina being his friend.
"Nope, never heard of her."
"Sorry, doesn't ring a bell."
Just as they said that, "I'll Bloom (Oh so Nice)" started to play through the speakers, warranting an ambush of people onto the dance floor who weren't already there. The girls looked everywhere except in Regina's direction, innocently clearing their throats.
"Well, this is Gigi's first time at Studio 54 so why don't we show her how to have some fun?" Michael said trying to ease the unbearably humid tension right now.
"Oh yeah, totally," they both said in unison, visibly dismayed that they'd now have to share Michael for the night, though Regina wasn't all that thrilled to be sharing him either.
"I think I'm gonna get a drink from the bar first," Regina announced, aching to get away from the girls whom she swore were actively killing her brain cells by the second.
"Oh, I'll have a cosmo," said the bubbly red-haired one.
"Make that two and a screwdriver for our orange juice loving boy," the Cher look-a-like added, transitioning her hand from Michael's bicep to his bare chest.
Regina bit the inside of her cheek and turned on her heel, making a beeline for the crowded bar.
"Can I get a tequila sunrise and a screwdriver, please?" she asked the bartender who nodded his head and started working on the drinks right away. As she waited, she made the mistake of looking behind her and catching Michael sitting on a padded sofa sandwiched in between the two bimbos who were caressing him. He didn't seem to be enjoying their company all too much though as his hands constantly flew up to gently push theirs away, though that didn't stop them from continuing to be handsy.
Regina averted her attention back to the bartender. "Scratch the tequila sunrise, make it a long island."
December 1977
The snow outside fell in intricate flurries, thick in size but light enough to melt almost instantly when they touched the asphalt below. New York's first snowfall of the season had commenced the week before Christmas, and when Michael noticed it from his window, the first thing he did was go out and buy Regina a white fur coat to keep warm.
Now, Regina was wearing that same coat over her black jumpsuit with a rhinestone studded halter neckline as her and Michael sat in the back of the limo on their way to Studio 54 to celebrate New Years.
Their time in New York was closely arriving to its conclusion as they'd be back in LA by Wednesday, and it was safe to say that they both had a marvelous time. Filming for The Wiz wrapped up sometime around the beginning of December, allowing Michael to enjoy the rest of his stay not having to profusely sweat under pounds of makeup 10 hours a day 6 days a week. Regina had worked tirelessly with Quincy on the production of her second album, often staying up until 5 in the morning to record, and it was expected to be a much bigger hit than her first album. She had even sung a duet on the album with Michael, and Quincy was so impressed with both Michael's vocals and his work ethic that he agreed to produce a solo album that Michael had spoken to Regina about wanting to create for the past few months now.
Whenever they had a day off, their pastime of choice was, of course, hitting Studio 54. Following Regina's first night at the discoteque, the girls who had been attached to Michael at the hip backed off, sometimes even leaving upon their arrival, and he explained to her that they were simply two regulars who, like every other woman on the planet, found him attractive and wanted to befriend him in the shallow hopes that something more intimate would blossom from it, but he assured her that nothing would happen, he just kept hanging around them because he didn't want to be mean.
Regina snorted when Michael explained the reason why they latched onto him like bloodthirsty ticks. How cute that they thought they had a chance with him. She had been hoping for the same thing for almost 2 years now and nothing ever came out of it, and she was best friends with the guy. But tonight would be different. Tonight would be the night that everything finally changed. Because tonight, Regina had a plan to give her what she wanted. What both she and Michael wanted.
Her manicured fingers toyed with the rectangular medallion of Michael's necklace showcasing a capital "M" embezzled with diamonds as they sat in traffic.
"So," she said, drawing out the vowel as if to fill uncomfortable silence, "who are you gonna kiss tonight?"
Michael whipped his head to the side to look at Regina, bug-eyed. "What?"
"It's New Years, Michael. You gotta kiss someone at midnight. It's tradition."
Regina watched his Adams apple bob up and down as he swallowed. "I hadn't really thought about who I was gonna kiss tonight," he lied. "Do you have an idea of who you're gonna kiss?"
Regina shrugged, looking out the window, away from Michael's direction. "Maybe the bartender. He winks at me every time he makes my drink and gives me extra maraschino cherries in my tequila sunrises so I think he's asking for it."
Michael chuckled, more so in a perplexed manner rather than an amused one. "That's a complete stranger, Gigi."
"Oh, so you're telling me I have to kiss someone that I know personally?"
Like a chicken being lured into a cage, Michael hadn't taken notice of the trap he had fallen into until it was too late to get out. Except unlike a chicken, this cage was right where Michael wanted to be.
"Well," Regina continued, trying not to smile too much, "you're the only one that I know personally around here. So I guess that means I have to kiss you at midnight."
Michael rubbed his thigh as he looked out of his window, his lips twitching slightly. "I don't mind that," he mumbled shyly.
Regina smirked. Phase 1 of the plan had been carried out successfully. Now all she had to worry about was ensuring that Phase 2 ran smoothly without any outside forces interfering. Janet wasn't here to barge in on them so at least she didn't have that to worry about.
Her and Michael followed the same routine that they did every other day when they attended Studio 54, surpassing the line, checking in with the bouncer, walking past the lobby that always somehow had a new intricacy for Regina to gawk at, and going up the stairs to enter the realm of pure musical bliss.
The dance floor was so crowded tonight that Michael and Regina could only shuffle in place as the sweet rhythms of their favorite disco hits blessed their ears. People bumped into each other left and right, not even caring as they were all feeling good and ready to take on 1978. Although one bump in particular sent Regina hurling head-on into Michael's chest. When she turned around to see who had shoved her, her face dropped when she saw that it was the red-haired girl dancing with a body builder double her size, winking straight at Michael before bringing her attention back to her dance partner.
Regina spent the rest of the night in a frenzied paranoia, her arm wrapped tightly around Michael's waist at all times and her eyes constantly darting all over the place, making people inclined to believe that she had snorted a line or two in the upstairs lounge. She looked for the black-haired one everywhere, but she was nowhere to be found. Only the red-haired one was here and she was never more than a few steps away at any given moment.
11:57pm
The clock was rapidly approaching 12:00am and everyone was getting ready to count down and say hello to 1978. Regina and Michael had grabbed a couple last minute drinks from the bar and held onto each other tight as the crowd was getting more and more tightknit by the second.
11:58pm
Regina was a frantic mess, trying to spot the red-haired girl just to know where she was but she couldn't find her in the sea of brunettes and blondes standing shoulder to shoulder with each other.
11:59pm
Michael licked his lips and looked down at Regina with a radiant smile, temporarily calming her nerves, but as soon as he looked back up, the knots that were sitting like rocks in the pit of her stomach got pulled even tighter than before. Where the hell did that red-haired girl go?
"Alright everybody, let's get ready to say goodbye to 1977 and give a big, warm, groovy welcome to 1978!" the DJ announced, hyping everyone up as the countdown to midnight officially started.
"10, 9, 8…"
Her and Michael faced each other as they counted down. She was so close.
"7, 6, 5, 4…"
Regina wrapped her free arm around Michael's neck and he wrapped his free arm around her waist, pulling her in. 3 seconds away from finishing what was started at that album release party 8 months ago.
"3, 2, 1. Happy New Year!"
Like ripping off a band-aid, Regina closed her eyes and lurched forward to kiss Michael, but was left confused when her puckered lips landed on the tight coils of his afro instead of his soft lips. When she opened her eyes to see what was wrong, an imaginary stake savagely plunged into her heart as she was met with the sight of the red-haired girl yanking Michael down by the collar and fixing her lips onto his. In an instant, Michael shoved her away, frantically wiping her tacky lipstick off of his mouth and glancing over at Regina with a look on his face that only ever appeared when he was about to get a whooping from Joseph.
Standing there, gutted, Regina's eyes welled up with tears and her lips quivered uncontrollably before she threw her drink at the girl with enough force to shatter the glass against her skin, causing an emulsion of tequila, orange juice, and grenadine to seep into and burn the dozens of cuts and gashes all over her face and upper body. And when everyone, including Michael, was distracted by the girl screaming and writhing in pain, Regina disappeared from everyone's sight, only the shadow of her body turning a sharp corner just barely visible enough for him to realize it was Regina and run after her.
Regina sprinted up the stairs and past the lobby, slamming into people who were celebrating with champagne and streamers and party blowers before shoving the front door open so hard that she nearly toppled over when she made it outside.
The scene that flooded her vision would've looked cinematic to anyone who was having a good time tonight, but to Regina, it looked apocalyptic.
Swarms on top of swarms of party-going New Yorkers wreaked havoc on the streets as they celebrated the coming of a new year. There were so many bodies reaching endpoints that Regina couldn't possibly see with her naked eye that she couldn't even see one sliver of the sidewalks or the roads. Just people and buildings. She couldn't even see the night sky through all the confetti that was being thrown down by all the people on the top floors of the buildings that looked as though they were closing in on her.
What would've been a 30 minute walk had it not been midnight on New Years Day in the city that celebrated the holiday like it invented it converted to an hour and a half jog that had Regina's ears ringing, her feet throbbing, and her heart rate spiking once she finally made it back to the isolated tranquility of Michael's apartment after shoveling through crowds of cheering drunkards packed together as tightly as sardines in a tin for miles. And it didn't help that she was constantly being stopped for autographs along the way when she looked like an absolute mess with her hair all frizzy and her smoky eye dripping down her cheeks.
She slammed the door shut behind her, sliding the lock in place, and slid her back against the wall until she was sitting on the cold, dusty floor. She didn't cry. She didn't scream. She didn't thrash about in anger. She just sat there, tired and numb.
She hadn't even noticed that she had fallen asleep when she awoke God knows how long later to the sound of frantic pounding on the door.
"Gigi, it's Michael, let me in!"
Regina stood up begrudgingly, almost losing her balance as her vision went foggy for a few seconds and lazily undid the lock on the door.
Michael burst the door open like a cop raiding the place but immediately softened up when he saw Regina, disheveled and all.
"Oh, Gigi, you're safe. Oh, thank God you're safe, I was trying to chase after you but I kept losing you in the crowd and—and everyone kept pulling me left and right for an autograph or a picture, oh, it took me forever to finally get to you, I'm sorry—"
"I'm in love you, Michael," Regina interrupted.
Michael swallowed the rest of what he was about to say and his body froze over. "W-what?"
"Did I stutter?" Regina said, almost agitated as she sauntered closer to him. "I said I'm in love with you, Michael. I've been in love with you since March 27th, 1976; the day we met. There has never been one second let alone one day since our first encounter where I haven't wanted you, body and soul, all to myself. You are the first thing on my mind when I wake up and the last thing on my mind when I go to sleep. Everything I do, I do for you. Before I met you, the only reason my heart was beating was to keep my lousy self alive but now it has a purpose. Its purpose is to beat for you, Michael."
Regina shook her head and shrugged her shoulders. "I mean, how much longer are we gonna keep ignoring the elephant in the room? I'm not stupid, you know. I see the way you look at me with a gleam in your eyes that you don't have when you look at anyone else. The way you struggle to let go when you hug me. The way you get all flustered when I do something that's slightly too risqué for people who are 'just friends.' Aren't you tired of that label? Don't you want us to be what we were meant to be?"
"Yeah, I am tired of that label," Michael said with his chest without skipping a beat.
Regina was the one who was now frozen over, shocked by the courage of Michael's admittance.
Neither one of them said anything. Michael steadily, almost hesitantly, strolled over to Regina, the heels of his boots clacking weakly on the hardwood below. They stood face to face, their feet touching and their breaths hot on each other's lips. Michael snaked an arm around Regina's waist and pulled her in until their bodies pressed up against each other. They could feel each other's hearts pounding against one another, but they couldn't tell whose was beating faster.
Michael took a deep inhale. "Y'know I'm—I'm a lot more shy than people think," he spoke softly, "especially around girls that I think are pretty. I—I tense up, make myself look like an idiot until I eventually scare them away. With you, I thought it wasn't gonna be any different."
Regina slithered her hands to hold onto the back of Michael's neck as he continued. "When I first spoke to you right before we were about to go on stage and you turned around, it was like I was looking at an angel that had fallen from Heaven. I had never seen someone so beautiful in all my life. And at first, I was so nervous I was gonna mess up my first impression and scare you off, but the more I spoke to you, the more comfortable I felt. It was like we clicked almost instantly. I felt like I could tell you things I'd never told anyone else. I knew almost right away that you were different, Gigi. And I didn't wanna come to terms with my true feelings for the longest time 'cause I was scared that any wrong move would destroy the beautiful friendship that we have, but now that I know you feel the same way about me that I have for you since the day we met, I'm ready to admit that I'm in love with you too, Regina."
And suddenly, the weight of a thousand sandbags were lifted off of both Michael and Regina's weary shoulders as the wretched chains of friendship finally snapped and they were free at long last.
Regina caressed Michael's face, brushing her thumb over his lips that he planted dainty pecks on before he grabbed her entire entire arm and kissed it all over, starting from the tip of her fingers all the way up to her shoulder.
"Oh, Michael," she murmured lovingly. Suddenly, her expression turned sour. "I'm still pissed at that Raggedy Ann looking bitch for ruining our kiss at midnight."
Michael chuckled before looking up at the clock on the wall and getting excited. "Hey, maybe we can still kiss at midnight after all!"
Regina looked up at the clock and scoffed. "Michael, don't be ridiculous, it's 2:59 in the morning."
"Which means it's 1 minute to midnight in LA."
Regina's expression softened when he said that. She had completely forgotten that the West Coast was 3 hours behind. Perhaps Phase 2 of her plan could be completed successfully after all.
"C'mon, let's count down," said Michael fervidly, waiting for the red second hand to reach exactly 10 tick marks before 12. Once it did, they counted in enthusiastic unison just like they did back at Studio 54.
"10, 9, 8, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, Happy New Year!"
In what felt like slow motion, they both took a deep breath as if about to plunge into cold water and finished what they started exactly 3 hours ago. Their faces gravitated towards each other, their eyelids drifted closed, their hands grasped onto each other's bodies tight enough to leave marks, and shortly after the tips of their noses touched, the missing piece to their puzzle of love had finally been found as their lips hooked onto each other, clinging perfectly while their ears filled with the sounds of their hearts pounding.
Like they were starving for 40 days and 40 nights, they deepened the kiss as far as they could, desperate to consume as much of each other as possible after 21 months of waiting. The tips of their tongues glided past one another while their lips still continued to dance long after what was the socially acceptable time frame for a New Year's kiss, but they didn't care. The ferocious craving that they had both had since that pivotal day in March of '76 was finally resolved at long last, and God did it taste sweeter than any dessert they had ever eaten.
Finally, they pulled away from each other, a soft smacking sound echoing in the air as their wet, tender lips unfastened and hung open to pant shallow breaths. Their eyes found each other, and it almost felt like they were falling in love all over again as they giggled into each other's embrace and plopped down onto the couch right next to them like rag dolls.
Regina lay on top of Michael, her left ear situated right where his heart was as he used one hand to toy with her hair and the other to rub the small of her back.
"Happy New Year, angel," he whispered before reaching down to plant a kiss on top of Regina's head.
"Happy New Year, my love," she responded, fighting the aggressive drowsiness that was encapsulating her from head to toe. She worried that if she went to sleep, she'd wake up and realize that this was all a dream, but when she awoke the next morning in Michael's arms, she smiled against his warm skin, excited beyond words to see what 1978 had in store for them.
okay piggybacking off this post i actually do wanna start brainstorming a pegging smut but i can't decide what era i should do sooooo can y'all decide for me pwease 🙏🏼
THE PEOPLE OF TUMBLR HAVE SPOKEN, OTW!MICHAEL PEGGING SMUT COMING SOON TO A TUMBLR NEAR YOU (and by soon I mean probably within the next 2-4 weeks 😭)
Also shout out to whoever voted for Mature!Michael I was honestly leaning the most towards that option but I wanted to do a poll cuz I knew for a fact that wasn't gonna be the fan favorite choice but I might just write a separate pegging smut with Mature!Michael cuz I rllyyyyy wanna imagine myself pegging that dilf
Synopsis: To the world, he was the King of Pop, but to her, he was simply Michael. After almost a year of mourning her late husband in the shadows, retired Queen of Pop Regina Venus is ready to unveil the truth and introduce the world to the Michael Jackson that they never knew. Unafraid to reveal the good, the bad, and the ugly, Regina spills everything in an interview where she details the intimate and chaotic life that her and Michael shared for 33 years before his untimely demise.
Pairing: Michael Jackson x fem!OC
Tags: Angst, Fluff, Smut, Eventual Smut, Slow Burn, Romance, Drama, Like Tons of Drama, Friends to Lovers, Domestic Fluff, Character Death, Angst and Romance, Porn With Plot, True Love, Betrayal, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Starts as Fluff but Turns to Angst, Fame, Moderate to Heavy Angst, I Cannot Stress Enough How Much Angst is in This Fic, But it's Mostly Towards the Middle and End, Tragic Romance, Bittersweet Ending
Word Count: 3,803
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A/N: HIIIIII I DIDN'T DIE CHAPTER 8 IS HERE WOOOOO!!!!!!!
I am so sorry for making you guys wait a week and a half for an update 😭. The week that I posted chapter 7, I had my dance recital a few days later and my studio does 3 days of recital so I didn't have any time to write whatsoever on those 3 days, and because I didn't write for 3 days straight, that threw me off my mojo by A LOT so it was rlly difficult to get back into the flow of writing again once recital weekend was over. Not to mention this chapter was so ridiculously hard to write for some reason??? I have no idea why since it's supposed to be a filler chapter but the words just did not wanna come to me. Regardless, I powered through and chapter 8 is finally here. Chapter 9 I haven't even begun writing yet, but I'm gonna do my very best to get that one out asap. Big things are gonna happen in that chapter...👀
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April 2010
Regina had hoped and prayed all throughout her life that the feelings of loathing and abhorrence she had for her mother would eventually dwindle down and she would learn to love her the way everyone else loved their mothers, and there were times where she came close to achieving that, until Geraldine found yet another way to betray her and restart the clock. Forging her signature and legally binding her was one of the many things she did that Regina never forgave her for, even to this day. Not that she ever apologized for it though. In fact, now that Regina thought about it, she couldn't recall one single instance in her entire life of hearing her mother say the words "I'm sorry." She couldn't even fathom what those words would sound like in her voice.
Ironically, while the interviewer decided to comment on Michael going behind Regina's back before asking the previous question, he made no comment whatsoever on her mother doing the exact same thing before asking the next question. "And what was it like having her as a manager?"
Regina scoffed. "It was like being stuck on a treadmill with no off-button. She really worked me to the bone. Press releases, radio interviews, commercials, photo shoots, singing and dancing rehearsals. Mind you, I didn't even do a tour for Red Cherry Perfume, she just made me do those rehearsals just because. She didn't even allow me a break until I collapsed one rehearsal and was hospitalized for dehydration. Even still, I was back at the studio 2 days later. I didn't have one day off with her as my manager, especially when that album was released."
"I see, and are there any fond memories that you have of when Red Cherry Perfume was newly released or was it all tainted by your mother?"
Regina thought once more. "I do have one particularly fond memory of that time. Predictably enough, it's a memory that didn't involve my mother. It was when I was asked to perform on Top of the Pops in London. The album had garnered significantly greater success in the UK than it had in America. Most of the sales in 1977 derived from England alone and they were very eager to have me there. It was my first time overseas. I was so excited to travel somewhere new and experience a different culture, and it was even better 'cause Michael was there too along with his brothers for a small European tour that they were doing. Actually, they performed on the same Top of the Pops episode as me. Though granted, my song was higher on the charts than theirs was," Regina stated with a tongue-in-cheek conceited grin.
May 1977
Regina knew that she had landed in the UK when the pilot announced it over the intercom at the end of the flight. She knew it when she went through passport control and all the workers had that amusing British accent that she never thought she'd actually get to hear in real life. She knew it when she strolled through the terminal past baggage claim and her eyes veered themselves to the colossal sign that hung from the ceiling depicting a Union Jack flag billowing in the wind with a message plastered across the center that read "Welcome To The United Kingdom." But it was only when she piled into a limousine with all of the Jackson brothers and cruised through the streets of London, gawking at all the architecture, landmarks, street fashion, and everyday culture so new and foreign to her that the reality settled in. She hadn't just landed in the UK, she was in the UK.
The drive from Heathrow airport to The Ritz was a rather long one. Despite the fact that the hotel was only 16 miles away, it was estimated to be a 45 minute drive, and with weekend traffic added to the equation, the journey was elongated to more than an hour total.
Regina and Michael had one bench in the limo all to themselves as Jackie, Tito, Marlon, and Randy sat opposite of them rambling to each other in what sounded like alien language to Regina's fatigued ears. The poor thing hadn't slept a wink on the 10 hour flight and was starting to feel the consequences as a result. As the limo came to a standstill just a few hundred yards short of West Kensington, one street away from the Hammersmith Odeon where The Jacksons would be performing in a few days, Regina's neck and head commenced in a duel of strength, and her head was losing as it repeatedly bobbed down, pleading for a minute of rest before startling her and inciting her to lift it back up and repeat.
Michael, who was reading the copy of A Farewell to Arms that he brought with him on the plane, could see Regina nodding off every two seconds from the corner of his eye. He lightly poked her shoulder and she looked up at him through the tiny slits that her eyelids allowed as they felt like they were being pulled down by anchors.
"Tired?" he asked, visibly amused.
Regina lazily nodded her head.
"Come here." Michael slithered his hand to the back of her head and pulled it in to rest on his shoulder. Regina obliged without second thought and adjusted her position, wrapping an arm behind Michael's back for support. She finally allowed her eyelids to cave in, and she could swear she heard a voice that sounded like Randy going "Ooooooooo" followed by the sound of a book being thrown at someone, but perhaps she was just hallucinating from lack of sleep. The next time she opened her eyes, the limo was parked in front of The Ritz.
If she hadn't woken up when Michael nudged her upon arrival, she certainly woke up when she stepped out of the limo and the first thing she saw were blinding white flashes harassing her view. She hadn't even noticed the plethora of paparazzi and journalists and fans crowding around the entrance being barricaded by policemen wearing helmets that looked like bowler hats that had been stretched upwards until her ears finally turned on and consumed the cheering noises emitting from the flock.
While journalists desperately shoved thin silver microphones in their faces, Michael and his brothers waved at the adoring crowd and Regina copied them, feeling like a stereotypical movie celebrity in doing so. As they reached closer to the front door, she looked back and caught a glimpse of some of the signs that the fans were holding.
'Welcome to the UK Regina'
'Michael and Regina are the best'
'Regina is the true Queen of England'
Enchanted by all the love that London had for her when she had only been in the city for 2 hours max thus far, Regina blew a kiss to the crowd that the paparazzi made sure to capture and they roared in elation at their favorite singer acknowledging their existence before she disappeared behind the doors of The Ritz.
After feasting on a luxurious dinner of lamb, duck, and roast sirloin, everyone at the table enjoyed chocolate soufflé for dessert minus Regina and Michael, who both disliked chocolate and chose to share a fruit platter instead, though they nearly started a food fight arguing over who would get the last bundle of grapes. The argument didn't last long however as Michael and Regina shortly ended up rejoicing over their shared interest in grapes being their favorite fruit.
Just as drowsiness had washed over Regina as soon as she stepped foot in the airport, it washed over Michael and his brothers as soon as the last remnants of soufflé were licked from their spoons. Everyone headed up to their rooms to retire for the night, and when they awoke at dawn, it felt as though time had been miraculously sped up by someone adjusting the knob at the back of the universe's imaginary clock because before Regina knew it, she was sitting in a makeup chair backstage for the filming of Top of the Pops getting her eyeshadow touched up while covertly rubbing her arms to mitigate the profound itchiness that her anxiety hives were causing her.
Michael and his brothers were currently on set performing "Show You The Way To Go" and Regina watched them through the television hanging from the ceiling. She studied Michael's effortless confidence, trying to take as many mental notes as she could before it was her turn to go on in 10 minutes.
She examined herself in the mirror one last time as the boys were finishing up the song. The ensemble that her mother had sent for her to wear was very unique, to say the least. Florals decorated her from head to toe, quite literally, as real flowers of all different types were pinned all throughout her hair, giving the illusion that they were blooming from her scalp, matching favorably with the long and flowy chiffon dress she had on with mesh bishop sleeves and cork wedges she could hardly walk in whose straps matched the pattern of the dress. Sprigs of baby's breath with forget-me-nots tucked in like charms were tied around her neck and wrapped around the dress like a vine. Regina had gotten so distracted staring at her flashy, unrecognizable self in the mirror that she hadn't noticed that the boys' performance had ended nor did she notice Michael creeping up behind her until he seized her shoulders and yelled "Boo!"
"Aah!" Regina yelped as she whipped her head to look behind her. "Dammit, Michael, you can't be scaring people like that," she said, adding a giggle she couldn't suppress at the end of her statement.
Michael ignored her, his eyes gleaming in awe at her avant garde look. "Oh man, you look real good, like Mother Nature."
Regina rocked herself side to side like a child, bashfully thanking Michael for the compliment.
"How were we out there?"
"Perfect as usual," Regina responded, pacing around the room and feverishly massaging her arms once she remembered that there were now only two songs left until her turn. "I don't know if you'll be able to say the same for me when I go out there, though."
"Why is that?"
"Because I'm scared out of my wits," Regina admitted, shamelessly. "This is my first performance without you by my side. How am I gonna do it? Your presence is what keeps me calm when I'm on stage, I-I'm gonna screw everything up, I'm gonna forget the lyrics, I'm gonna trip on these ridiculously tall shoes, I'm gonna—"
"Gigi, you don't have anything to worry about," Michael assured her, laughing at the absurdity of her anxious concern. "You've been practicing day and night for weeks on end, you're gonna be perfect out there."
"You really think so?"
"I know so."
Regina wasn't all that convinced. But then again, the chances of everything turning out okay whenever Michael said they would had a 100% success rate thus far, and Regina figured this was another instance where she could roll the dice and land a winning number without worry.
Soon after the band that had just been playing came backstage at the end of their performance, an anxious looking techie with a clipboard came up to Regina and Michael. "Regina Dumont?" she said, eyeing her apparel with a raised brow.
"Yes?" Regina responded.
"Time to get into position. We've got one more song and then you're up."
Disregarding the terrifying millisecond of her throat closing when the techie said that, Regina nervously bid Michael a farewell before following the techie to the set, wobbling each step of the way.
When she disappeared from his sight, Michael looked around, scratching his chin, trying to conjure up any possible way that he could be there right beside Regina and alleviate her stress. He wanted to guarantee that she gave a calm and flawless performance lest her mother give her a beating when she came back home to the states for not being better than perfect in front of the camera. Michael of all people knew that as a performer with a parent/manager who showed you no mercy, there was nothing that made your heart sink to your stomach faster than knowing that you screwed up during a performance and waiting for the consequences afterward.
Just as the song before Regina's reached it's halfway point, Michael spotted an unsupervised costume closet in the hallway and a witty smirk tugged at his lips.
Meanwhile on set, Regina paced around on the microscopic platform, slapping her arms which had upgraded from an itching sensation to a burning one when she saw for herself just how close in proximity the audience was to the stage. Something that the cameras didn't seem to catch accurately, it was absurd how crowded it was. If Regina extended her arm out fully, she'd certainly poke out the eye of the bizarre looking man directly in front of her who had a handlebar mustache, plastic looking buck teeth, and comically large sunglasses. Though it was funny, the man's nose and afro looked eerily similar to Michael's
Wait a minute.
"Michael?" Regina said, suspiciously, crouching down to his level.
"Who's Michael?" he snapped back in a hushed whisper, mimicking an over exaggerated London accent. "My name is Archibald Snugglebottom."
Regina rolled her eyes, chuckling in disbelief. "Michael, did you hit your head backstage or something? Why are you in that getup?"
"You said you were nervous about performing without me by your side, so I found a way to be by your side."
Regina's furrowed expression softened greatly. It was almost a talent how clever Michael was at coming up with such unorthodox ways to help her out without her even having to ask. If asked for proof that angels existed, Michael was the only evidence Regina would need to deem anyone who thought otherwise wrong. There was no one she had ever met who was as sweet and selfless as him. Still, calling out his wacky methods was second nature to her. "You're gonna get in trouble, take that off."
"Places, everyone!" a techie called out, reminding Regina that the finale of the song before her was rapidly approaching, and before she even had time to react, the host was announcing her next as Michael resumed his false identity front and center in the crowd.
"That was 'Silly Love Songs' by Paul McCartney and Wings and indeed some love songs can be quite silly but I can assure you there's nothing silly about this next song we've got for you right here on Top of the Pops. Coming in at #2 on the charts, here is the lovely miss Regina Dumont with 'I'll Bloom (Oh So Nice).'"
The lights changed colors as the song began to play, the intro of symphonic strings decorated by funky bass and groovy synthesizers just barely audible over the audience's roaring applause. As soon as the camera panned in on Regina, any visible signs of anxiety flew out the window as her body swayed naturally to the rhythm. The first verse approached, and Regina brought the microphone up to her glossy lips while gazing straight at the camera with bedroom eyes and an animated smile.
"Don't need no greenhouse baby, don't need no grass,
Just give me your sunkissed touch, I'll make it last,
Heavy winters are a thing of the past,
Rain down your love on me babe, rain it down on me fast"
Smooth and velvety, her vocals garnished the song with no trouble at all and the audience below her turned into dancing machines as the pre-chorus drew near, particularly Archibald Snugglebottom who was out-dancing everyone around him, unsurprisingly.
"Oooh, my body's pulsing, petals bursting at the seams,
Oooh, roots are growing, just one touch is all I need"
Regina finally peeled her eyes away from the camera to avert them over to Michael. Struggling to contain her laughter seeing him in that silly getup, she immediately glanced back at the camera, disguising her unrestrained giggles as part of the performance. Soon, the part that always made everyone turn up the volume when they listened to the song on the radio was fast approaching, the lyrics of the chorus flowing out of her in that harmonious voice that sounded like no one else.
"I'll be your rose if red's your color,
I'll be your daisy, won't think twice,
You'll be my sun, my soil, and water,
With you, I'll bloom oh so nice,
I'll be your poppy, California,
I'll be your tulip, pink, blue, white,
Just treat me right, treat me tender,
With you, I'll bloom oh so nice"
Disco fever was affecting everyone on set now. Even the host couldn't control his feet as Regina lit up the stage and made it her own.
"Oh so nice, (oh so nice)
Oh so nice, (oh so nice),
With all these flowers in the garden and I'm under your spell,
Oh so nice, (oh so nice)
Oh so nice, (oh so nice),
With all these flowers in the garden, babe I'm your kiss and tell"
Regina had gotten so into the zone that her brain had turned off for the rest of the song, only working to pump out the rest of the catchy lyrics from her mouth and make sure no spot on the stage was left untouched by her feet as she danced like her life depended on it. When the song concluded to everyone's dismay, she was rewarded with the loudest applause of any song performed on the episode, eclipsing Michael and his brothers by a landslide.
When she made it backstage, she nearly collapsed once all the adrenaline wore off and all that dancing and moving around she did caught up to her. Heavy breaths were all she could muster as she leaned against the wall and placed her fingers on her throat to check her pulse. What a rush the performance was. And like Michael promised, she didn't mess up once, allowing her to cross off the "Performing without Michael" bullet on her list of greatest fears. Although Michael was in fact there, he wasn't on stage with her, and his outlandish disguise made him look convincingly enough like a different person when he and everybody else were moving around, so she figured it still counted.
Michael came rushing in soon thereafter, ripping the accessories of his disguise off one by one until Archibald Snugglebottom ceased to exist. He engulfed Regina in a proud hug, his nose inhaling the aromatic fumes of the white lily tucked into her hair.
"That was fantastic, Gigi, that was your best performance yet! What did I tell you? You had nothing to worry about, I knew you were gonna be perfect out there."
"I guess you were right," Regina sputtered out, slowly but surely regaining her breath. "So now that that's over, what's on the agenda?"
Michael checked his watch. "We gotta get back to the hotel to get ready for the photo shoot with my brothers. C'mon, let's get you back in your normal clothes."
Michael and Regina rushed to disassemble her outfit and make it to the limo waiting at the back entrance of the studio to take them back to The Ritz. After a drive that was once again elongated, only this time instead of traffic being the root issue it was actually the swarm of fans that surrounded the car desperate to catch a glimpse of Michael and Regina, they made it back just in time to start getting ready for the photo shoot.
As Regina punched the keycard into the door of her room to unlock it, she noticed Michael hovering behind her with a giddy smirk on his face instead of going into his room to get ready. Skeptical but still too worn out from the performance to question him, she swung the door open, and she stood stark frozen at what she saw.
Bundles of flower arrangements packed the room from wall to wall. There were daisies littering the floor like a flower field, lilac wisterias hanging from the windows, large vases filled with blush pink carnations on each night stand, sunflower bouquets adorning the bureau and vanity, newly bloomed peonies decorating the bed, and on the chair in the corner sat a massive teddy bear holding a bouquet of vibrant red roses with a card attached.
"Michael, what is all this?" Regina asked, her mouth hanging wide open as she gaped at the floral wonderland encircling her.
"Just a little present to congratulate you on performing on Top of the Pops," he said matter-of-factly, as if buying out entire florist shops for the people he loved was something he did on a daily basis.
Regina stumbled over the daisies, being extra careful not to step on and damage any of them as she sauntered over to the teddy bear to read the card. In Michael's alluring handwriting, the message read:
Like a beautiful flower on the first day of spring, you too have bloomed oh so nice.
- MJ
Regina picked up a bundle of roses to bring to her nose, pretending as though she was smelling them when in reality she was trying to hide the smitten grin crawling onto her lips and the heat rising to her cheeks, not wanting to give Michael the satisfaction of seeing her so enamored with his kind, albeit borderline romantic gesture.
"Thank you, Michael," she said softly. "And for future reference, my favorite flowers are hydrangeas."
Michael wrote down that tidbit of information in his head before retreating back to his room to get dressed for the photo shoot. Their next day in London would be action-packed with promotion for the album as well as the boys' tour. When they all came back to the hotel in the evening and went up to their rooms to dress for dinner, Regina opened her door to be caught in another storm of flowers, this time hydrangeas of all different colors. White, blue, pink, purple, green, and even red, which Regina did not know was a color of hydrangea that even existed, embellished her room.
Same as yesterday, Regina plucked the card from the teddy bear holding a bouquet of baby pink and baby blue hydrangeas and read Michael's note.
I didn't know what color of hydrangeas you liked, so I got you the whole rainbow. I hope they bring as much color to your life as you do to mine.
- MJ
When she finished reading the message, she rested the card on her chest right where her heart was, charmed beyond words. After standing there idly for a few minutes, basking in such a gracious gift, Regina took the card and placed it into the pocket of her suitcase, tucked away with the other card that Michael had written yesterday. She had only been in London for 3 days and she already had two souvenirs that she would treasure for the rest of her life.
A/N: Please excuse my poor attempt at writing original song lyrics, things like poems and songs are my absolute kryptonite when it comes to writing, anything that's not in the format of a novel/story I can't write to save my life 💀
Don’t know why I decided to read the twister fic at work I am so flabbergasted right now oh my word ITS VERY GOOD THO just OHHH MY
GIRL THANK UUUUUU omg i was NOT expecting my twister smut to blow up as big as it did. Thank u to everyone who liked, reblogged, and commented on it. I'm beyond ecstatic to know that my 2 months of struggle weren't for nothing lol 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼
chapter 8 of pop dynasty is kicking my ASS guys, idk why cuz it's technically a filler chapter but omfg the words just do not wanna come out, i promise i didn't abandon the fic, it's gonna be updated within a few days i just wanted to apologize for taking so goddamn long, writer's block is real 😭
Synopsis: It's no secret that you've always been petrified of thunderstorms. So when an especially violent storm rips through the night and disturbs your slumber, your boyfriend Michael has just the perfect remedy to calm you down and help you fall back asleep.
A/N: Okay this is highkey embarrassing to admit but I originally started writing this back in 2023 as a Leon Kennedy x reader smut cuz this was back when the Resident Evil 4 Remake came out and everyone including me was obsessing over it but I never finished it and honestly I would rlly hate to see this fic to go to waste so I figured I'd recycle it into a Michael Jackson smut :)) Obv you guys can tell by the photos that I wrote this with Bad era in mind but it works for any era where he had jheri curls/long loose curls. Enjoy!
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It had been thundering for a great deal of the day. Starting in the early afternoon, the dark clouds rolled their way in, the air becoming thick with fog and mist. Then the rain finally came, heavy drops splattering onto the windows of your house as well as the pavement outside with great force. Then finally came the thunder and lightning. It would go on and off in intensity, sometimes a light rumble so minuscule to the point where you didn’t even notice it, other times, a thrashing resonance so loud and heavy it nearly shook the house.
This time at 3 in the morning, the storm hadn’t stopped in the slightest, and the thunder decided to mess with you. The blinding incandescence of the lightning was almost enough to wake you, but what truly startled you was the ear-piercing crack of thunder that hit seconds after. It roused you out of a dreamless sleep, leaving you an uncomfortable mess as the sheets suddenly felt like fire against your hot skin, sticky with perspiration. You sat up as your chest heaved, trying to regain some breath.
You looked over to your right to see your boyfriend, Michael, sleeping peacefully, a serene expression peaking through a curtain of dark curls that fell in front of his face. He didn’t seem fazed by the thunder at all. He was in such a deep sleep that he was even drooling on his pillow a little bit.
With a sudden urge to use the bathroom, you got up out of bed, your legs still shaking from being so startled, and made your way to the restroom, trying your hardest not to wake Michael.
You seemed to have failed at not waking him up, because by the time you got back from the bathroom, he was sitting upright in bed and rubbing his face. He looked at you heavy-eyed as he tried to get himself to fully wake up.
“What’s the matter, baby?” he asked, his voice light yet gruff. “Did the thunder scare you?”
You nodded your head sheepishly. You always found your fear of thunderstorms childish and embarrassing, but Michael always knew how to comfort you and make you feel better. It wasn’t necessarily hard for him to do when you were so deeply in love with him.
“Come here, baby.”
He opened his arms, beckoning for you to lay down on top of him. He wasn’t wearing a shirt. He never wore one to bed. No pants either. He always went to bed in just his boxer briefs, nothing else. You were the opposite however, as you always wore a nightie to bed with no underwear.
You crawled back into bed and melted yourself into his arms. His arms enveloped you like a warm blanket and the skin of his chest and torso were refreshingly cool to the touch, combating your skin still prickling with heat. You laid your head directly where his heart was, the soothing sound of it beating in a nice, slow-paced rhythm and the movement of his chest rising up and down with every breath almost put you right back to sleep.
He cooed and whispered sweet nothings in your ear but they were interrupted when another strike of lightning flashed outside, startling you once again as you covered your ears to avoid hearing the roar of thunder that would soon follow. You were wide awake once again.
“Gosh, it doesn’t sound like the thunder’s gonna stop anytime soon. If it keeps going like that, I don’t think you’re gonna be able to sleep,” Michael said with slight worry in his voice. For him, it was fine if he missed a night of sleep, he was certainly used to it, but he hated seeing you go through a restless night over something you couldn’t control. He wanted to help, but what was he gonna do? Become God and stop the thunder?
“Ugh,” you grumbled as you sat yourself up, “I’m not even tired anymore. Looks like I’m not sleeping tonight.” You slumped out of Michael's grip and plopped yourself onto your side of the bed, facing away from him in a huff. You weren’t upset at him, you were upset that the weather had to be so bad right now. Michael knew how cranky you could get from lack of sleep.
Still, he persisted in trying to calm you down and make you go back to sleep. He turned to his side to face you and wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into him as your backside pressed up against the front of him. You gasped slightly as your ass made contact with his protruding bulge, the only thing separating the two of you being the thin lace of your nightie and the fabric of his snug boxer briefs.
You could feel yourself get wet almost instantly. You shifted your legs, trying to contain the wetness that was pooling between them out of nowhere. You could almost feel it begin to drip down your thigh, and the feeling of Michael's growing erection pressed up against your ass wasn’t helping. God, it was so laughably easy for him to make you horny, it was unreal.
You could feel the outline of his dick veins and the precum seeping through. You moved your legs and fiddled with your nightie, discreetly trying to push it down so that your wetness wouldn’t spill onto him. Michael took note of that, gently pushing your hands away and slipping his own hands under your nightie, firmly grasping your hips, massaging them, trying his hardest to contain himself. His hands nearly twitched trying to avoid your erogenous zones. He didn’t want things to move too quickly.
You turned to face him and pressed your lips against his, starting out slow and gentle as you two gave each other nothing but quick lazy pecks. However, it quickly transitioned to the two of you devouring each other like hungry animals. You grabbed fistfuls of Michael's hair as you moaned softly into his mouth, his tongue gliding across yours and refusing to let go. Michael's hand slithered underneath your nightie once more and placed itself on your bare ass, squeezing it with great force. Your body grinded against his, your soaking wet folds dampening his underwear, making his cock throb with desperation. He groaned lowly, the vibration in his throat making you tremble as you felt his cock twitch up against your clit, just begging to pound into you.
You broke yourself away from the kiss, as much as you didn’t want to. The only reason you did so was because you needed air. “Michael,” you mumbled breathlessly into his ear, “please~”
He wasted no time in removing his boxer briefs and throwing them to the floor in a haste. His cock sprang free with an intense recoil, lightly hitting against your clit, making you jump with a moan. His precum created a string between your vulva and him, connecting the two of you as one.
Michael pinned you down on your back, maneuvering himself on top of you as he voraciously kissed you once more, his lips so needy and hungry for you. His hands traveled up and down your body, finding their way to your nightie to remove it completely, leaving the both of you fully nude. His large hands grabbed and kneaded your tender breasts, massaging them while he gently pinched and tugged at your sensitive nipples, making you whimper beneath him.
His lips started traveling away from your mouth and down your neck, leaving wet hickeys on your sweet spots that would certainly bruise later. At the same time, his right hand wandered down your body until it made contact with your dripping hole, collecting some of your juices to coat your clitoris in before gently rubbing it in controlled circles. You squirmed and wriggled under his grip as electric rods of pleasure surged deep within you. His slender fingers caressed your vulva further, making sure to tease your entrance while they were at it. You whimpered lightly when his middle and ring finger slipped inside of you with impossible ease, stroking your inner walls to prepare you for what was to come.
CRACK!
Another bout of lightning and thunder whipped the sky, this one so intense that the thunder roared almost at the exact same time that the lightning flashed. In a panic, your hands removed themselves from Michael's hair and raced to cover your ears as your eyes fused themselves shut. Michael acted swiftly by pulling you in close to his body and pressing his lips against your forehead.
"Shhhh, it's okay, baby, it can't hurt you," he whispered in between kisses. "The thunder's only temporary, baby."
With your eyes still closed, you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him in for comfort like a teddy bear. His head buried itself in the nook of your left shoulder and he nibbled gingerly on your earlobe as his soft curls tickled your nose. The rapid thumping of your heart pattered onto his own sweat-gleamed pecs, but this time, it was for a reason unrelated to the perilous thunder.
With his entire weight on top of you and your bodies pressed together with not a centimeter of space between each other, there was only one place where his throbbing member could be at this moment, and that was resting amply between your slippery folds. His tip aligned with your entrance but hovered ever so slightly away from it. So painfully close, yet so painfully far.
"Michael~" you whined in his ear, "I can't wait any longer, I need you inside me already." You impulsively bucked your hips, making your vulva tap him just in case he needed a nonverbal hint.
He grinned against your ear and tucked his hands beneath your thighs to pull them up, your knees resting comfortably against the sides of his waist. "Anything for my baby," he murmured.
With one hand cradling your head and the other gripping the base of his cock, Michael lifted his hips ever so slightly and positioned himself right at your entrance. He rubbed his raw tip around the edges of your hole in tiny circles before pushing himself in, taking pride in the rhapsodic moan that ejected from your mouth and directly into his ear as he filled you up.
Meticulously, Michael pushed himself all the way in until his hips met yours. Your thighs rested nicely on top of his and his cock stuffed you just the way you liked, sitting idly in front of your cervix and being hugged by the slick ridges of your pussy's walls.
Gripping onto his hips, you beckoned him to start moving in and out of you, and he did just that, steadily grinding on you, the coarse curls of his pubic hair tickling your vulva with each elongated stroke.
Once you grew accustomed to his size, he picked up the pace, following a stable rhythm that synchronized with the rain outside which had since turned into torrential downpour. Every instance of him sliding in and out of you brought ripples of nerve-stricken pleasure to your core, radiating through the rest of your body in the form of intense heat bubbling underneath your skin that his touch could no longer cool down.
You could feel every vein of his girthy cock grazing the inside of your pussy. Your whimpers of vulnerable desperation blended with the euphoric moans escaping from Michael's lips created a symphony against the aggressive background noise of the rain that coerced your eyelids to flutter closed, making you take in this moment as if you'd never experience anything like this ever again, though you knew full well that that was far from the truth.
Michael's wet lips feverishly pecked at your face, desperate to find your lips until they collided at last like magnets. Your tongues twirled around each other as his cock continued to pound into you, his hips slapping yours with an audible clap every second on the dot.
"God, you feel so good, baby," he whispered into your mouth in between kisses, his voice low and raspy. "You're perfect in every way, I'll never get tired of you. Never, never, never, never~"
He planted sloppy kisses in between each "never" he spoke, missing your lips half the time but you couldn't care less. You were about to say something in response before he glided two of his fingers into your mouth, inducing you to suck, which you did with pleasure. The saltiness from both his sweat and the remnants of precum that had gotten on his hands tasted delectable on your tongue. After several seconds of licking his slender fingers, he removed them from your mouth, bringing a string of saliva out with them which he lapped up before it could fall on your chest, and crept his slobbered fingers down to your throbbing clit.
You mewled at the initial touch, cool in temperature and so overwhelming for the most sensitive part of your whole body, but as Michael brushed his fingers across your clit as well as your surrounding flesh, you relaxed and your eyes fell again as your head rolled back on the pillow, overcome by double stimulation being done on you.
You tried your best to keep it together, but you slowly felt the ribbons that were holding back your orgasm fraying at the seams. Michael skating his tongue across your jawline and neck and leaving wet kisses wherever it landed, his nimble fingers tracing unidentifiable shapes and symbols on your aching nub, his cock slamming into you with no mercy making the headboard bang against the wall with each ruthless thrust, his sweltering body flush against yours and his back muscles tensing as you dragged your nails across his skin. It was all becoming too much. The buildup was drawing close to it's grand finale, and it looked as though the same could be said for Michael with the way his thrusting rhythm sputtered into sloppy out of control strokes and his breathing drastically picked up speed with dainty whimpers sprinkled into the mix.
"I can't—I don't know if I can hold on any longer, baby," he breathed into your neck.
"I'm almost there, I'm gonna cum, Michael, just don't stop, please~" you responded, swinging your legs up to his back and interlocking your ankles to trap him in; his kryptonite. No matter how hard he tried, Michael was never able to contain himself whenever you pulled out the classic move.
In a frenzied fit, his thrusts gained more speed, his fingers ferociously massaged your clit while trying not to subconsciously ball themselves into a fist, his teeth sunk into the base of your throat, and with a muffled roar of a moan, everything spilled out of him and inside of you, thick ropes of warm cum shooting out of his pulsating cock and into your contracting pussy as you too rode out your high, your juices gushing out and spilling all over him. You both clung onto each other for dear life as your climaxes took over. You wailed Michael's name and he sweetly cried yours as he pumped every last drop of cum inside of you, feeling the same fiery explosion of pleasure deep in the pit of his stomach as you did.
Eventually, your cries turned into tiny whimpers and murmurs as your bodies relaxed once the final bit of your orgasms subsided. Michael lay on top of you for a little while longer with his cock still buried within you, being squeezed gently by each post-orgasm throb that your cunt did impulsively. After several minutes of laying in comfortable silence, Michael got up from the bed to grab a towel from the bathroom to clean you off. Once he finished wiping all of his discarded cum off of your pussy and thighs, he grabbed your nightie from the floor and dressed you before doing the same to himself with his boxers.
Throwing the towel in the hamper, he crawled back into bed and kissed your forehead, snuggling you in tight in the same spooning position that you two were in earlier, and you quickly faced towards him so that you could inhale the leftover animalic musk of his sweat. Michael rubbed your back in an attempt to soothe you even further just in case his primary method wasn't enough. As his eyelids were just about to cave in to allow him to fall into his much needed slumber, another ear-splitting crash of thunder hurled through the sky, startling him awake. When he looked down at you to make sure you didn't get frightened by it, he was pleased to see that you hadn't flinched one bit, for his remedy had worked and you were fast asleep, even drooling on your pillow a little bit.
Authors Note: Wasn’t planning on continuing this series but seeing some people wanting more I had to give the people what they wanted. I have some ideas but ofc if you have any feel free to share them. Chapter edited by the amazing @discojupiters with that said hope you guys like this.
Thunder could be heard striking throughout the sky, lurking ravens screeching into the night, harsh winds disrupting anything laying on the earth. You lay asleep, blissfully unaware of it all in your new surroundings, the sound of trees hitting against the stone walls of the huge castle. There was something different about you now and the whole world could feel it. It was as if an earthquake had erupted, a shift in the centrosphere. The world was taking account of the new reality, the new you, before you even awoke.
Your eyes begin to shift harshly under your lids. Lips quivering, hands vibrating, then stillness. Complete stillness as if your body was stretching and releasing tension. Then your eyes finally open, looking at the new surroundings. The tall stone walls, the dark lighting from the thick curtains shadowing the room and only lit by candles. Candles that were everywhere. Some about to fizz out and others looking as if they were just freshly lit. You were surrounded by them. Two old red chairs were placed not far from you. The room, though large, was mostly empty. Looking down, you see you're laid on a huge bed. Silk sheets soft against your skin, fabric hung above like a canopy creating a false sense of comfort. Pillows scattered around you as if pushed around then forgotten.
You see you've been dolled up in a thin white babydoll dress, shorter than anything you would have previously chosen for yourself. Noting it barely hitting your knees, only able to cover your butt when you lay down. All of it was so much to take in.
There was this slow ache in your head, it grew until you felt as if you were having a migraine. The pain…it was like needles prodding your brain. You ears rung, then suddenly you black out.
It felt as if hours had passed as you wake up again, rising in the bed. It all comes rushing back to you. The people at the bar, the church, red lights and frantic bodies dancing, pointy teeth, eyes red as blood, then pain. Excruciating pain flooding throughout your entire body. The voices fading in and out. The pain blooming across your skin from an unknown source.
The siblings, the ones who started this nightmare in the first place. Michael and Janet. Now looking around in this strange room, they're nowhere to be found. You're all alone. At least for now…
Getting up from the bed, you wobble in place. Your legs clearly haven't been in use for some time now. Slowly trying to figure out your next move, you see a mirror near a nightstand close to the window, your footsteps being the only eerie sound echoing back to you. The mirror was beautiful, gold swirls of leaves and vines wrapped the frame, and your reflection stared at you.
It wasn't you looking back, well not the old you. Your hair was longer than before, skin free from blemishes. The dress flowed against you as you realized not only has the length of your hair changed but the color. Stark white hair graced your back, your eyes no longer their usual color but red. Red just like the monsters who ruined you. Shaky hands go to caress your cheeks, the shock of what you were seeing leaving you speechless. Mouth open, you see them, the pointy canines against your plush lips.
It was as if something came over you and you couldn't help but scream. Scared of what you've become. Terrified of the abomination of a being looking in the mirror so unlike yourself.
The volume of your scream shattered the glass of the mirror, destroying the windows and allowing a gust of wind to come in. The unwavering sadness of not recognizing yourself has your body falling to the floor. Long nails scratch the floor, white hair spilling around you. Tears drip down your face.
"No,no, no, noooo," you subconsciously mumble to yourself.
Here you were in a whole new place, all alone, unrecognizable.
Peeking up from your hair covering your vision, you see a puddle starting to form in front of you. Looking back in the mirror, those tears weren't what they were supposed to be. Clear and thin is what should be running down your face. Not thick drops of blood sprouting from your eyes. It just keeps getting worse.
"Why me? What have I done to deserve this?" you whisper to yourself in disbelief.
You couldn't understand why all this was happening to you. Why such fictional things were coming true right before you. You weren't human anymore, that was clear. You were a vampire.
"I see you have awaken."
Turning around sharply, you see him. Michael looking down at you…almost with pity.
"I heard you scream, you still have quite the lungs on you."
The audacity to see him laugh and smile in your face, making fun of you after what he's done to you. You'll never be the same and it's all their fault.
"How could you…"
Your glare could almost pierce his unbeating heart with how much anger was thrown at him.
"How could I turn you? Darling girl, it was made to be, I knew as soon as I saw you that there was something that must been done. And now it's done…you've been changed for the better. That was my purpose, to enlighten you on what could be your full potential in this world. And for us to be together throughout it all."
'What a load of bullshit' you thought, without even realizing your old meek personality was just one of the things you left behind during your transformation.
"Is that what this is… Darlingggg. Me reborn into the best version of myself. Well I didn't ask for this. I didn't ask for this at all. You had no right." The last words soft filled with your resentment.
Michael couldn't help but see how beautiful you looked. It was unreal how much more enchanting you had become. Your heart no longer beat but still the passion was clear in your face. He was so enamored with you. And now you can be together, you can see the world for what it truly is and take what you deserve and flourish.
Coming out of his thoughts he hears you begin to giggle until you're full on laughing at him. You must still be in shock, he pondered. He might need to put you back to sleep before you harm yourself, or attempt to harm him…
"I'm sorry you feel that way. Truly I am, but I believe once you listen to what I have to say, you'll come to be very happy and thankful for what I've done for you."
Walking closer to you, his steps not making a sound, Michael crouches in front of your face.
His hands hesitate before they wipe the red tears still a little wet against your cheeks. He tilts his head as he lifts your chin to look into his eyes.
"I want this to work. And I want you to be happy, that's all I want and I'll take forever to make that happen if need be."
Stuck in your anger and heartbreak, you push his hands away and look down in contempt.
"I don't know if I ever can…and you only have yourself and your sister to blame."
Michael, not wanting to make things worse, nods while standing up and heads back to the door you didn't hear him come from. Peeking at him walking away, you watch as he turns back around.
"The castle is quite old, but it's still as wonderful as the first time I stepped through its halls. I hope you will come to enjoy its character as much as I have. You're free to roam around, just call for Janet or I if you need anything."
With that said, he gently opens the door and walks out, leaving you right back to being alone.
'I don't know what to do. I can't just leave this place and go back home especially looking like this.' You Thought.
But there was no going back now and it left you no choice but to accept it. You are a vampire, and it'll be something you'll have to get use to eventually. You were not letting those sickos off easily. They want to turn you? Well fine, now they'll just have to deal with you being as much of a problem as possible. After all, you're just diving into your full potential…
Gathering a bit of your dignity, you start to get off the floor, looking back into the mirror taking yourself in again. You slowly twist your body side to side to get all angles of yourself to see how far your hair now reaches, to see how your body looks to have been carved from stone, smooth as marble, to see your lashes longer as well as your nails which remained un damaged despite the way they were dragged on the floor earlier.
"At least I'm pretty for sure now…"
Looking at yourself was starting to be too much for you. Deciding it was time to take Michael's advice, you walk towards the heavy looking door to leave the room. Opening the door, you look in the hall and see the thick red carpet, the gaudy chandeliers on the ceilings. Walking out into the hallway, the door shuts behind you, making you jump.
"Relax," you whisper to yourself.
Glancing around the dark corridors, you see self portraits, starting to walk down the path you see more and more of them. Some of young women and others of older men. 'Must be family members.' you thought.Your bare feet glide against the soft carpet and come to a stop in front of one portrait in particular. A little boy and his eyes instantly capture your attention. Big and innocent, full of life. A smile so shy and small you could tell he was the sweetest thing. Looking to the painting next to the boy, you see another one of a little girl, her smile mischievous and her hair appearing as soft as a cloud. Anyone could tell the family sure did have strong genes.
Continuing to walk, your hands trace the walls of the place, huge and beautiful just like Michael said.
Seeing a window up ahead, you rush over and look out. The sun still down, nowhere to be seen and stars bright as diamonds. Unlatching the window to let some of the cold breeze in, your hair moves with the wind. The level you were on in the castle was very high up as you could barely see the grass down below. The area gloomy, little animals, the only confident thing out at this time to look for food. Cicadas heard loud and clear through the night, breaking the stark sound of nothing.
Pushing away from the window, you go back to wandering the halls, looking for something to do or someway to wishfully escape. Rich black stairs appear near the end of the passage way. Wasting no more time, you walk down and see another floor. This level with no soft carpets, no yellow warm lighting just blue grey stone. No lamps besides one near the staircase lighting only a few steps in front of you.
'Not creepy at all.' You Thought.
A door creaks open at the end of the hall. Not wanting to be a victim of anything crazy, you turn around about to run. Before you can leave, you hear your name being called. Slowly turning your head around, you see a figure standing near the door. Red eyes and a white pointy smile staring you back. The figure walks closer and closer to you, your body frozen in shock till it relaxes, seeing it was Janet.
"Where are you going? You just woke up. It's time for us to catch up."
"Anywhere but here. What's with the scary shit? Why can't any of you guys be normal!?"
You didn't know where the courage to talk to her like that was coming from but you wouldn't take it back. You didn't even want to be here for crying out loud. And now she's asking you why you were going to run with her spooky ass.
"Sorry bout that but your not normal either, at least anymore…"
'This bitch.' You couldn't help but think.
"Right."
With Janet now in front of you she took you by surprise again by hugging you. The hug was cold but not restricting. As if she knew you were close to another breaking point.
"I'm glad you're awake. What are you doing down here? This is the hall to my room."
You pull away, looking into her now brown eyes. You still didn't know or understand how they did that, changing the color of their eyes like a light switch.
"Michael said I could look around."
"Well, I guess he's ain't wrong but let me lead you to somewhere safer. Your body is still getting used to the new changes."
'Safer?!' You thought.
Without saying anything else, Janet leads you down more corridors and stairways you barely process. You end up in front of huge double doors. The doors open without any assistance, something you still need to get used to. Guiding you inside, you see it's a ballroom. Walls painted filled with imagery of deep blue water and twinkling stars as well as what seems to be fairies resting against leaves. Walking further inside till you stand in the middle of the room, you slowly turn around, taking all the details in. The tails peeking out of the water, creatures as beautiful as ones found in children's books. It was a fantasy come to life, it was almost unreal the scale of the art you were looking at.
"Do you like it?" Janet asks you sitting next to a piano you didn't see.
"It's wonderful."
Nodding her head, Janet gazes at the walls before turning her attention back to you, waving you over towards her.
"I bet you have a lot of questions."
"I do."
Walking up to her, you sit on the bench facing the grand piano.
Staring at you, Janet reaches out and plays with the hem of your dress before letting it go and starting a tune on the piano keys.
"Well, go ahead and ask them."
'Just like that?' You wondered.
Moving your eyes from her fingers you look up at her.
"Who changed me? My clothes I mean…first."
"I did. It's cute."
"Right, and who changed me to what I am now?"
"Michael and I."
"Both of you? How?"
"We bit you together."
That explains the pain you felt over your body, it was them biting you together, probably bit you more than once.
"And why did you? Change me, I mean. No bullshit like for my own good, but really why?"
Stopping the lazy playing, Janet turns to you smiling.
"We felt a bond that needed to be explored. So we explored it, that night, first at the bar then in the church till we went through and bonded with you when we bit you. It is true that now as a vampire you'll be the best version of yourself, that's just the truth. Nothing will hold you back from accomplishing anything. No human grievances can get in your way now."
"Bonded?…"
"We're more than family now, more than lovers or friends. Through the bite, our very being has become intertwined with one another. Our blood has been shared. We move as one almost. Michael and I are close as we are siblings but individually with you were like a coven almost."
"And I had no say in all of this. Do you think that's okay?"
"Look no offense or whatever but it's not like if we said this to you, you would have been up for it. I know you were feeling something with Michael and I. We heard your blood rushing and your heart racing when you looked at us."
"I-I what do I do now? I look nothing like I did before, Am I supposed to just be a vampire stuck in this place until you let me go?!"
"I think you'll find that we're not as evil as you think. But enough questions for now, I think you need to eat something."
Before you could sputter out another response, Janet was already walking towards the exit, leaving you no choice but to run after her like a child.
Caught up to her, you both walk until you reach another set of doors open displaying a dining room. Candles perched on the table, shiny silverware against fragile porcelain plates. Thick curtains against tall windows keeping the light to a minimum. There being a open space leading to what must be a kitchen. Sitting in the middle of the room at the head of the table was Michael with glasses on. Reading a newspaper?…
"So glad of you to finally join me."
"I won't be, I got some stuff I got to finish, save me a bag though."
No more words were exchanged as Janet pushed you inside the room and walked away, leaving you with Michael all over again. Looking up from the paper, he takes his glasses off and places them on the side of the plate.
"Well, don't just stand there, silly, take a seat," he laughs while pointing to the chair next to him.
Feeling defiant, you sit in the chair closest to the door across from him. Licking his lips and grinning, Michael shakes his head.
"Don't mind the glasses, they're useless now for me but I like them anyways."
"Sure."
Staring at one another, both of you saying nothing, Michael rises from his seat. Running his long fingers against the table cloth, he walks closer to you until he's standing behind the seat next to you.
"Are you still mad at me? I was hoping with you talking to Janet, you'd feel more settled."
"I'm here aren't I? I have to get use to this eventually now that were bonded or whatever…"
Not taking his eyes off you, Michael moves to take a seat. Just like any man, human or not, he man spreads with one hand holding his head on the armrest.
"Ah, so you know."
"I do."
"I'm quite pleased we're connected with one another. It's magical. I knew from the first time I saw you that you would be someone very special in my life."
"That's very sweet and all but I really hardly know you. How am I supposed to feel the same?"
"That feeling you felt when you were dancing or even earlier when you first came to sit with us at the bar. That unnamed feeling, the confusion, the want to understand. It was the start of something within you wanting to know more. It was the same feeling I had about you."
You didn't know what to say after that, really, because like they both reminded you, there was a curiosity you had about them. A fear alongside a cautious admiration. Now with this bond, there was no doubt that as time goes by, the feeling would grow more intense day by day.
Grabbing you hand, Michael's large one covers your own completely.
"Give this a chance. Give us a chance. Give me a chance, I beg of you."
'Was he begging you, whining for your approval? Well I do have, who knows how long stuck with them' you thought. Might as well have fun doing it and raising hell. But they didn't need to know about the last part…
"I'll try."
Sighing what must be a sound of relief, Michael let put on a huge grin before leaning forward to kiss you on the cheek, slowly putting distance between your faces, his own not that far from you.
"That's all I ask," he whispers.
If you were still properly breathing and all, you would be surely blushing right now.
Admiring your flustered face, Michael rises from the table again to go to the kitchen. Giving you a chance to "breathe", you glance around the room again waiting for his return remembering Janet mentioning a bag earlier. 'I wonder what she meant.' Seeing Michael return carrying two red bags, he comes to your bowl in front of you pouring out its contents. Going back to his side of the table, he does the same for himself before sitting down.
"I hope you like it, it was fresh from this morning."
Raising his spoon, Michael begins to taste the red liquid. Looking down at the bowl, you see the still red substance calling for you to get your fill. This was blood, it had to be and with shaky hands you follow his lead and grab your spoon and taste it.
It was thick but went down easy. The flavor was surprisingly rich and tasted almost like food. Normal human food. It tasted like a steak, juicy and perfectly made, you didn't know how to explain it better than that. Ignoring the fact that this had to come from somewhere, that being a person, you look up and see Michael's bowl was getting more empty by the minute. His eyes now red, capture your attention, amplified by the blood.
"Delicious, isn't it?"
"It's something..."
So as you continued to eat and the stars were still up in the sky, your life, your new life as a vampire, had officially just begun.
okay piggybacking off this post i actually do wanna start brainstorming a pegging smut but i can't decide what era i should do sooooo can y'all decide for me pwease 🙏🏼
Synopsis: When Michael's brothers laugh at his offering to play Twister, you agree to join him, much to his delight, but things take a bit of a turn when it somehow transforms into a game of Strip Twister.
Pairing: Michael Jackson x fem!reader
Tags: Smut, Porn Without Plot, Stripping, Loss of Virginity, Teasing, Slight Slow Burn, Sub!Michael, Dom!Reader, Begging, Kissing, Dry Humping, Handjobs, Praise Kink, Titty Sucking, Penetrative Sex, Vaginal Sex, Cowgirl Position
Word Count: 5,250
A/N: Remember when I made a post saying that I was writing a twister smut a few days after the biopic came out and I said I was gonna upload it later that night? Yeah me neither cuz that was so fucking long ago.
I honestly considered scrapping this several times because it was so incredibly difficult to write for some reason but after spending hours making the colored dot dividers myself on canva (i kept fucking up the spacing and sizing of the circles), I figured there was no way in hell I was gonna let all that work go to waste so I forced myself to finish the fic lol. I'm glad I did end up finishing it tho cuz despite how terrible I thought it was while writing it, I'm actually pretty satisfied with how it turned out. Enjoy!
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The sun was beating down on you with a vigor you hadn't seen in weeks and your left arm was increasingly getting sore with each instance of you lifting it up to glance at your watch. You could've sworn that at least 5 minutes had passed since the last time you looked at it, so why the minute hand had only moved one spot, you couldn't understand. Stifling a yawn for the umpteenth time today, you watched the brothers play basketball in the driveway through heavy eyelids.
It wasn't the standard for you to be hanging out with them. Michael was the one who had been your best friend and go-to hang out buddy since the day him and his whole family first moved into the neighborhood. But nearly a decade later, you were yearning for something more...intimate, and although you didn't have a ton of concrete evidence to back it up, you were confident that the feeling was mutual. So when you rang the doorbell at Hayvenhurst earlier today and were told by Katherine that Michael was currently at the toy store with Bill, you begrudgingly accepted the brothers' offer to watch them play solely for the purpose of killing time before Michael came home.
The sound of the gate opening and a running engine gradually approaching roused you out of whatever sleep you were just about to fall into. You hopped off the hood of the red car that you were sitting on top of, anxious to finally to be released from the shackles of watching this game. Michael stepped out of the car and greeted all of you before excitedly making his way over to the trunk. Once Bill opened the trunk, Michael yanked a familiar game out of a big blue shopping bag.
"Guys look, I got Twister! You wanna play tonight?" Michael just barely finished his sentence before all the boys started laughing at him.
"Twister? Really?"
"What are we gonna do with Twister?"
The smile that made Michael's face radiate like the sun depleted ever so slightly. "Come on, it'll be like the old days," he countered.
"We'd love to, Mike, but I gotta be at home with the family, I can't be playing games," argued Jermaine before immediately reverting his attention back to the ball.
"And the rest of us are going out tonight."
"Yeah, Marlon's got a hot date."
Michael cradled the box in the nook of his arm, a subtle look of dejection lingering in his eyes. "Marlon, what time are you gonna be home? We can play then."
Before Marlon could respond, Tito answered for him. "Marlon's gonna be playing his own game of Twister tonight."
They all went back to laughing, and in a series of rather fortunate events, you swooped in to snatch your chance of getting what you came here for: some alone time with Michael.
"I'll play with you," you said, and the light came back to his eyes as quickly as it left.
"At least there's one person around here who knows how to have fun," Michael responded, speaking indirectly to his brothers. "Come on then, the faster we get to my room, the more time we have to play."
With haste, Michael bolted to the front door of the house as you chased after him, laughter from the both of you filling the air as you ran past.
Whether 30 minutes had passed or 3 hours, it was difficult to tell. You and Michael had played an unfathomable number of rounds, and that same yawn that you stifled earlier started haunting your throat again. Michael on the other hand still had enough energy to play until the cows came home.
"Let's play one more round," Michael said, mimicking his words from the past 5 rounds while smoothing out the mat.
You weren't sure if you'd be able to handle another round of the same dreary game. It's not that you wanted to stop playing, it's just that you wanted to spice things up a bit. Twister would've been a blast to play on its own for 50+ plus rounds back when you were in grade school, but you were an adult now which meant you had a different, and slightly more raunchy idea of fun.
Just as that thought passed through your head, a light bulb went off and a devious grin crept on your face. Oh yes. Not only would the brilliant idea that just popped into your head make for a much more interesting game, but it would lead you right to where you wanted to be with Michael. Right to where you've wanted to be with him for years now.
"Michael, why don't we switch it up a bit? Play a different version of Twister than the one we've been playing this whole time?"
"A different version? Like what?"
"Strip Twister."
His head shot up. You could tell he was physically trying to restrain his eyes from popping out of his head. "Strip Twister?"
"Yeah, I learned how to play it from an old friend at summer camp several years ago. You play the game like how you normally would, but every time someone falls, that person has to remove an article of clothing and the game doesn't end until one of us is naked."
Michael chuckled uneasily. "I don't know if it's a good idea to play that version."
"Why not?" you asked in feigned oblivion.
"Because one of us is gonna end up seeing the other naked!" Michael exclaimed, though his tone of voice and body language didn't really express the same level of opposition as the words coming out of his mouth.
"Oh please, I took sex ed in school, I know what boys look like down there. Besides, we're not strangers. It's not that much different from seeing each other in our bathing suits."
Michael's face was unreadable. Worried that you had overstepped a boundary, your brain scrambled to find a way to go back in time 30 seconds and never mention the Strip Twister, but what Michael said next nearly made your own eyes pop out of your head.
"50 bucks says I'm the last one clothed by the end."
The same devious grin from earlier revisited your face, and you both shook hands to seal the deal; the last instance of purely platonic physical contact that you two would engage in for the rest of the day.
At the end of round 1, your socks were sacrificed. At the end of round 2, it was Michael's turn to sacrifice his socks. The finale of round 3 constituted the removal of Michael's plain white t-shirt, but round 4 was where you had to give up your Jordache jeans. After Michael's arms gave out on him in round 5, you teased him with a wolf-whistle as he discarded his black sweats, revealing the Mickey Mouse boxers he was wearing underneath. You nearly broke the skin on your bottom lip biting down on it to suppress your laughter. Round 6 was a close game, but your halter top was the next article of clothing that ended up on the floor at the end of that round.
Now in nothing but your second skins, the stakes were at an all time high. Michael was determined to be the last man standing (or clothed in this case) but you needed him to lose this next round to carry out your master plan as intended.
Michael was virtually heaving at this point and sounded breathless every time he spoke. You were shocked that he hadn't gotten a boner yet, especially considering the way he couldn't take his eyes off of your body. He spun the wheel right next to him. "Alright, right hand red."
Bullseye. There was no better body part/color combination that the arrow could've landed on, because with just one convenient placement of your right hand on the red dot all the way to the far edge of the mat, you were now promoted to hovering on top of Michael. The cloth prison that your breasts were still confined in left little to the imagination as your nipples prodded through the thin fabric in perfect line with Michael's gaze. His breath was hot on your cleavage and you could hear just the faintest bit of shakiness in it. And it wasn't long after you got into the new position that you felt something lightly press up against your underwear with more and more force by the second. It was as if whatever the mystery object was that was pressing up against your core was growing. The tiniest gasp escaped from Michael's mouth and he lowered his body as close to the ground as he could without actually touching it. There it was. You now wished you could go back to the crab-walk stance to see the mountain growing in his boxers in real time.
You leaned forward to be able to reach the arrow on the wheel and determine Michael's fate. He had turned his head to the side out of politeness when he saw you reach forward, but his willpower to remain gentlemanly was subpar at best because you clocked several instances of him glancing back at your breasts in the 5 seconds it took for the arrow to land on left foot red.
A Robin Hood Bullseye. Michael's left foot was all the way on the green dot farthest to the edge of the mat in line with where your right hand was. There was no way he would be able to get it all the way over to red without losing his balance and falling, especially with you on top of him limiting the amount of space he had for his leg to move.
He looked up at you with pleading eyes once he realized how rigorous this feat would be to accomplish, but he was only met with a witty smirk in return.
After a great deal of stalling, Michael revved himself up to hoist his left foot off of the green spot and plant it onto the red spot directly next to the one your right hand was on, but his strategy was foiled when his foot got stuck to the mat and caused him to collapse dramatically underneath you.
You cheered in victory, lifting yourself off of him to jump in the air and chant your triumph as he lay in the same position he fell in, his arms crossed weakly on top of his torso and his head rolled back in laughter. As much as he hated losing a game to you, he loved watching you put on a show every time you won. Once you finished rubbing your victory in his face, you plopped down right next to him and Michael briskly lifted his left knee up to hide the front of his boxers.
You rubbed his arms up and down, gently squeezing his lean biceps. "The $50 you can give me later, but Mickey Mouse is gonna have to say goodbye right now." You transitioned your hands from his biceps to the waistband of his underwear, and even through his deep brown skin, you could see the faintest hint of red looming on his cheeks before he covered his face with his hands and playfully tried to kick you away.
"No! Please!" he begged through a fit of giggles. "C'mon, let's do best out of 3."
"It doesn't work like that, applehead."
Michael carried on with his laughing fit for some time while you continued to toy with his waistband. At this point, he was fighting back less and less with each graze of your hand past his navel. In fact, he wasn't really putting much effort into hiding his erection anymore either. His legs now lay completely relaxed and flat on the floor, giving you a full view of the outline of his thick cock laying off to one side and protruding through the fabric, begging for some form of escape.
Curious as to whether he was no longer hiding his growing appendage on purpose or if he simply forgot it was there, you tugged his boxers down the slightest bit, just enough to see where the dark curls of his pubic hair began. He didn't stop you. He simply shuddered as another row of muffled giggles came out of his mouth. When he finally removed his hands from his face, he gazed up at you with a glimmer in his eyes that was anything but platonic.
"You're not stopping me," you pointed out.
Michael shook his head, looking as though he just got hit with Cupid's arrow.
You crossed your arms and sat back on your heels. "You figured out the reason why I suggested Strip Twister in the first place, didn't you?"
Michael nodded.
"So then you know where this is heading?"
He nodded once more.
"And you want me to continue?"
"Please," he squeaked, struggling to quell a smile that almost touched his eyes.
"Well," you swung a leg over to sit on top of him and bent down until his face was a blur in your eyes, "since you asked so nicely."
The gasp that emerged from Michael's mouth as you seated yourself directly on top of his aching bulge was briskly silenced by the delicate kiss you planted on his lips. You pulled back after the first initial peck to catch his reaction, and you were pleasantly surprised to see him lift his head up off the ground in a desperate attempt to meet your lips again.
Your hand found its way to the back of his head, cradling his curls, dampened by preliminary sweat, as you brought your lips to his once more. You lingered there for a little while longer this time, making sure to savor his taste. You hadn't realized just how starving you were for him until now, and neither did he. His hands maneuvered to your back to hold onto you, pulling you in until your bodies were pressing against each other. As your lips fought to consume one another, you grabbed hold of his hands and guided them to the hook of your bra. With a swift unclasp, the bra slid right off and down your arms before being thrown onto the pile with the rest of the discarded clothes.
A mini sigh of relief fell from your lips and trickled into Michael's mouth. Your breasts lay freely on his chest and your hearts synced together, thumping at a rapid pace as the dizziness in your heads made you both feel like your brains were being carried by ocean waves. Was this actually happening? Or did you fall asleep while watching the brothers play basketball and you were just dreaming right now? You would've pinched yourself to know for sure, but you much preferred the feeling of Michael's fingers desperately gripping your thighs as opposed to your own.
As much as Michael's sickly sweet lips satisfied your craving orally, your core still remained starved for the delicacy that lay between his legs. Lightly, your hips began to rock back and forth on his clothed member. Michael whimpered, his legs wriggling beneath you and his hands dancing in a mixture of balling themselves into fists and retracting.
The slickness from your cunt began to coat the entire bottom of your panties, making the part of Michael's boxers that his shaft hugged so tightly sopping wet as well. For whatever part of his boxers wasn't soaked from your juices, the precum oozing out of him finished the job.
What started as a gentle back-and-forth motion eventually turned into aggressive grinding. These damn panties and boxers were in your way, barricading you from the real thing, and no matter how hard you rubbed yourself on Michael, it wasn't enough. He must've felt the same way, because while you were both still tongue-deep in each other's mouths, you felt his fingers tuck themselves into the sides of your panties, signaling to you that he wanted you to take them off.
You lifted yourself up, met with a whiny protest from Michael, and bit your lip as you smiled pompously. "I'm sorry, was I the one that lost Twister?" you asked him.
He shook his head, his eyes stark on your tits.
"That's right. You were the one that lost, which means these have to come off first," you said, playfully tugging at his boxers.
You teased him for what was realistically about 2 minutes, but to him, it felt like hours. You snaked your hands underneath the boxers to squeeze and knead his trembling thighs before migrating them over to his cock, which was still fully clothed, giving him a lazy hand job that made him squirm and writhe defenselessly.
"Please… Just take it off… I can't… I need… Mmph."
You giggled, butterflies going haywire in the pit of your stomach. You had never seen him act like this before, so needy and entirely helpless at your disposal. You would've teased him for even longer just to see how much he could handle before he cracked, but at this point, your legs were starting to quiver as well, and you had become so wet that you could physically feel the fluid dripping out of your pussy in real time.
"As you wish," you gladly stated, and with one sturdy pull, his boxers were dragged down from his hips and off of his legs.
Michael sighed in relief as his dick sprang free, slapping his stomach and leaving a thin string of precum connecting his glistening tip to the spot that it hit before standing fully upright.
You swallowed your breath. They say that the camera adds 10 lbs. Well, it must've been the case that Mickey Mouse boxers subtract 10 lbs, because the silhouette of his dick in his underwear could not even begin to compare to how big it looked when it was wild and free.
Slightly curved towards himself with speckles of lighter skin all around and a broad vein running down the shaft, you guesstimated that his dick must've been at the very least 7 and a half inches, maybe even 8. You became a bit nervous. You weren't a virgin, unlike Michael, but none of the other guys you had been with in the past were even remotely close in size to him. Was all that going to fit inside of you? There was only one way to find out, and God, you couldn't wait to find out the answer.
In a tantalizing manner, you grabbed hold of his hands and tucked his fingers into the waistband of your panties, silently giving him permission to do what he wanted to do 3 minutes ago. With shaky hands, he carefully slid your underwear off of you, his hands gliding down your thighs before you briskly passed your feet through the holes and threw them onto the pile, topping it off like the star on a Christmas tree.
Eager for the main event with your slickness now crawling down onto your inner thighs, you pounced on top of Michael, grabbing hold of his face and planting your lips onto his once more. As your tongues danced with each other and his hands went back to caressing your body, focusing on the parts that weren't accessible to him until now, yours slithered down, gliding past his throat where you could feel his heart beating inside of it, past his chest covered in a thick sheen of perspiration, past his stomach where you traced the lines that made up his delicate abs, and past the mound of curly black pubic hair until they wrapped around his pulsating cock.
Michael expelled a drawn-out mewl as you stroked him thoroughly, starting at the very bottom of the base and pushing up until his foreskin swallowed the tip before you glided your hand back down and the glistening head bloomed once more. The squelching noises accompanied by Michael's kitten-like whimpers were music to your ears.
"Please, please," he begged as you continued to fondle him, rotating your hands as you went up and down to ensure that no part of his dick was left unstroked, "I just wanna be inside you already, please…"
You fought hard to suppress a shudder, having almost came right then and there from hearing him say that. You had spent this whole time having a ball teasing Michael to the point of madness that you hadn't realized just how close you were to your own tipping point until he said those magic words in that delectably high-pitched voice of his. It was in that moment that you released your hands from his cock and pulled him up so that he was sitting upright, leaning against the edge of his bed as opposed to laying flat on the floor like he had been this whole time. You needed to be face to face with him for this moment.
You maneuvered yourself to hover over his cock, wrapping your arms around his neck and touching your foreheads together as he gripped and kneaded your ass with desperation. It almost felt like he was trying to push your hips down. You took the hint and finally lowered yourself onto him at long last. As his lubed tip began to pierce through your hole, shockwaves of pleasure emanated through the both of you, starting at the base of your groins and dispersing all throughout your bodies until you could feel the tingles passing through each follicle of hair on your scalp. Michael's head rolled back as a moan of intense relief escaped from his throat, and your mouth hung open as you felt his member stretch your ribbed walls inch by inch.
Your thighs trembled like mad trying their absolute hardest to hold your weight as you slowly drew yourself down. 1 inch, 2 inches, 3 inches, 4 inches. It burned so good. You viciously sucked on his neck trying to distract yourself from the pain, knowing that pure bliss was coming soon, and the vibrations that his moans set off on your teeth helped open your cunt to let him in deeper. 5 inches, 6 inches, 7 inches…
Soon your pussy swallowed all 8 inches of him and your trembling thighs were finally rewarded with resting on top of his as you both let out a low-drawn groan in unison. You stayed there for a little while, wanting to relish in the feeling of his dick being hugged tightly by the slick walls of your cunt.
"God, you're so big, it's making me so full," you whispered breathlessly against the skin of his neck. "You want me to start moving up and down?"
An incomprehensible noise emitted from Michael's throat as he furiously nodded his head, a couple beads of sweat shaking off of his curls as a result.
"I need an audible answer, baby."
"Hmmph," he said, digging his fingers into your hips in an attempt to try and lift you up.
Dissatisfied with him not listening to you, you snatched his wrists and yanked them up so that his hands hung above his head. He looked at you with a feeble pout, his eyes beginning to turn glossy from the tears of desperation that were burning in the back of his skull.
"You are gonna answer me with a verbal 'yes' or 'no' like a good boy or I'm gonna put my clothes back on and walk out of here right now." You were bluffing, of course. You wouldn't dream of walking out of the room during a moment as beautiful as this, but Michael didn't need to know that. "One more time, do you want me to start moving up and down?"
"Y-yes please. Please just move, hmph, I've been waiting forever for this, just please do it already~"
"I've been waiting forever for this." There it was. The proof you needed that the feelings you had for Michael for years now were indeed mutual. And no amount of "please's" or magic words were as effective in giving Michael what he wanted as that sweet phrase that you yourself had waited forever for.
"As you wish," you repeated yourself from earlier.
Fighting through the ache in your thighs, you lifted yourself all the way up until nothing but the very top of his tip was still inside of you and slammed yourself back down, both of your thighs creating a deafening clap on impact.
A stunned wail erupted from Michael's throat at the initial drop. He clung to you as if a gust of wind was enough to drag you away from him, burying his head into the crevice of your shoulder. You could feel the warm tears leaking out of his eyes and onto your collarbone as you maintained the same pattern of stroking his cock with your pussy from tip to base.
"Ooh, ah, ah, it feels so good... You feel so good~" Michael's voice wobbled with every bounce you did. After several strokes, you had finally gotten used to his size and could pick up the pace, bouncing so fast that Michael could no longer keep his head buried in your shoulder. You lifted him up by his curls and giggled at his face. The face of a man who was in shambles at this very moment in time. The face of a man who didn't have an ounce of control over anything and liked it like that. The face of a man who would do whatever you wanted right now, so long as you kept riding him.
His tear-stained eyes couldn't pull themselves away from your breasts jiggling to the rhythm. You were just about to start getting close, you could feel it, but you needed an extra push.
"Michael, baby," you cooed, "d'you wanna be a good boy and suck on my titties for me?"
No verbal response yet again. Instead, he answered by grabbing your right breast and enveloping his lips around your areola, visibly trying to shove as much of your tit into his mouth as he could. You moaned in surprise pleasure, enraptured to see him so eager to fulfill your request without second thought.
You continued riding him at a steady pace, both of your juices blending to form an off-white elixir that presented itself as a ring around the base of Michael's cock where you landed with each recoil. Your hands gripped and kneaded his curls, forming knots in his hair that he could care less about as his tongue swirled in circles and figure eights around your erected nipples. He sucked and slurped your breasts like it was his last meal, his toes curling as you pounded down onto him repeatedly.
It was when he began to lightly tug at your nipples with his teeth that you could start to feel it. That fire kindling deep within the pit of your stomach that gave you the warning. Hastily, you shoved Michael's face deeper into your chest, not wanting him to stray even a centimeter away from where he was, and he obliged with pleasure as you thrusted yourself all the way down onto his member and started to vigorously grind your throbbing clit on top of his pubic mound.
The friction from Michael's course pubic hair against your clit sent you into a frenzy as you felt the sensation of fireworks going off inside of you. Your hips stuttered against his as your diaphragm squeezed itself against your will to fill the room with your boisterous moans. Your nails dug into his scalp and your eyes rolled back until you could see nothing but the unidentifiable color of your eyelids. As you bucked your hips, riding out the last bit of your euphoria, your thighs squelched as all of the juices that expelled from your pussy found its way past the barrier that Michael's rock hard dick planted inside of you and spilled out of you and all over him, leaving itself as a glimmering puddle on his lap.
Your grinding slowed as the aftershocks of your cunt pulsing every few seconds like a heartbeat squeezed Michael's cock, but he frantically urged you not to stop now as his high was nearing.
"No, no, no, please, I've been a good boy, please don't stop now, I feel it coming~"
Suddenly regaining all of your energy, you went back to riding him in full force, pulling him away from your breasts and into your line of view so that you could watch his climax in all its glory.
"Yes, you've been such a good boy," you assured him, knowing full well that the floodgates would burst open the more you praised him. "You'll be the best boy in the world if you cum inside of me, baby. Don't be afraid, just let it all out."
"Uuuuughhh, mmmmph~" His eyes squeezed shut in concentration and his hips started to buck against yours, causing you to fall out of rhythm for a few seconds before you both found the right beat, your thighs pounding against each other with resounding claps before Michael's breathing hitched, his back arched, and he latched onto you.
"Ohh, ahh, I'm cumming, oh my God, I'm cumming!" he cried out. Your name fell mercilessly from his lips as thick ropes of warm cum spurted out of him and splattered onto the rigid walls of your pussy. Your cunt dragged his creamy liquid up and down his shaft, coating his entire dick as you still continued to ride him while he was finishing, doing your best to milk him dry. Loud wailing moans soon turned into mewling whines as the last bit of cum weakly dribbled out of Michael's fully pumped cock and you slowed down in time to feel him pulse inside of you before shrinking back down to his flaccid size.
None of you said anything for a while as you both caught your breaths and tried to register what just happened. Michael's head rested on your shoulder and you rubbed his back while murmuring praises in his ear about what a good job he did. Although when you did so, you could've sworn you felt one last gush of cum expel out of him as he jolted ever so slightly in your arms.
"Do you feel better?" you asked him. He lifted himself off of your shoulder, nodding his head and gulping heavily as if attempting to swallow a tablespoon of peanut butter before reaching over to his wallet, which had been resting on the ottoman pressed up against the bed this whole time, and pulling out a crisp $50 bill. You chuckled, having completely forgotten about that part of the deal before snatching the bill in between your index and middle finger like it was a cigarette and grabbing your jeans from the pile to tuck it into the pocket of.
"So, uh," Michael gulped once more, "what should we do now?" He was visibly love drunk, though you weren't sure if a cold shower would be enough to sober him up.
At this moment in time, you knew that it was in your guys' best interests to clean yourselves up and get dressed before anyone came in, but just for the sake of wanting to be funny, you had to ask:
I need a fic of sukuna getting his back broken by a muscular woman 🥴
Bend Over Loser!
Warnings: Sukuna in heat, ooc, subby Sukuna, dom!Fem reader, nipple licking, blowjob, pegging, growing a penior, anal fingering, ass eating, mommy kink?, biting, dacryphilia, cunnilingus, riding stomach, squirting, light choking, cnc?, (I feel exposed)
Authors Note: took a quick break from mj to write this. Don’t worry I’m still writing the other Michael requests. My friend requested this and doesn’t even like smut it was a great idea to write tho lol. I got lost in the sauce and forgot I wanted back shots anyway I’ll add it in the Toji request. This was very hard to write for some reason anyways edited by @discojupiters
The sun was shining bright, grass was freshly cut waiting to itch against his skin. This was one of the few things pissing Sukuna off. The simple moments in life, admiring the birds chirping or the sound of the creek near by flowing with water. Ants crawling out of their little homes and the jingle of wind chimes swaying. All of it was aggravating the hell out of him.
Why you might ask? Well, he doesn't know.
What he does know is that his body won't relax, his mind won't stay silent, and that there is a feeling in his body leaving him panting against the wall outside of his bedroom. His body is overheating, having him hotter than usual, eyes watering and his entire form is aching, wanting something he still hasn't registered yet.
Suddenly the sound of heels clacking against the wood floor were approaching him. His scattered mind could barely process the figure now attempting to block the sunlight hitting him.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?"
Closing in his line of vision, he sees you hovering over him with a cocky smirk.
"Who the hell are you?"
Sukuna didn't recognize you and the fact you were able to get in his territory was alarming. He also couldn't help but realize just how big you were. You were clearly tall, but what took his notice was how you must be his height or taller standing. And that was saying something since he was an intimidating height of seven feet tall.
Your own muscles were similar in size to his own. Your hair long and clearly maintained with precious care. Your smirk obnoxious. Your body letting out a sweet scent of apples and smoke. Your nails long like claws. He was in for trouble, a lot of it.
"Just a woman trying to help her precious king out, hehe." You couldn't help but giggle at Sukuna's pathetic form.
He was practically begging you to touch him with the way his eyes were gazing at you both in anger and desperation. Clearly he needed a kiss to smooth the pain. The pain of not having his body dominated was obviously messing him up. He usually was a headache you watched from afar, but today it seemed like the world was on your side and you were going to enjoy this.
"Stupid woman, do something. Something is wrong. Look at me."
You were looking, alright.
"Don't worry darling, momma will save you." You were feeling yourself, okay? It's not everyday that the King of curses is demanding something from you.
You bend over at the waist to grab his face and squeeze his cheeks making his lips perk out. As you shake his head left to right, you see how all four of his eyes follow you now with his dilated pupils in the shape of hearts. You knew he was officially gone and lust had taken over.
"So submissive Sukuna. It's cute to see, I must say."
"Just get this over with please," he grumbled back.
Releasing his face, you lean forward even more and lick his cheek while your left hand caresses his disfigured eyes on his left. Your tongue, long and slick with spit, was split in the middle having his face twitch from the double sensation.
He couldn't help but begin to whimper, feeling all needy.
"Yes, more, I- I want more."
So you crouch in front of him, moving your tongue to play with his ear as your hand on his face moves down his glistening chest, his nipples extra sensitive and a blush pink.
His breath picks up as you start rubbing his nipples in a circle till they stand tall. Pinching them, teasing them, it was slowly building something up within him. From his ear, you kiss up and down his stomach while your other hand joins his right pec, your spit leaving a trail all over his sweltering body. Gazing up at him, you hear him moan and shift against the floor. Deciding to give him something a little extra for being such a good boy, you go up to twirl your tongue against each nub on his chest, even taking time to give him a good ol suck just because you were feeling generous.
Heat begins to pool low in his stomach as you work up his arousal.
Both of his cocks pulse and swell up in his kimono, catching your attention as his bulge grows. Eyes rake over his docile body, watching his hands clench with attempts to not grab your face and force it closer to his erection.
Easing up on your teasing, his cocks finally get the attention they crave. You move aside both his haori and kimono and they pop up with heat radiating from them, making your mouth water.
"Can you feel it, Sukuna?"
"F-feel what?"
"The fact that you're about to be completely ravished?"
Just like that, your mouth is on him, lips wide and spread around the tip of one cock while your hand strokes another. Your tongue wiggles up and down, feeling all the spiraling veins coming up his dick. It was thick and heavy while extremely hard, making the thought of bending him over later extra thrilling. Your naughty thoughts had you instantly wet.
Sukuna's voice pierced the air. "N-nghhh— your tongue is quite strange, woman, mphmm," Sukuna stammered out. Panting against the top of his arms, he hid his face from you.
As you remove your lips from him, you couldn't help but be snarky in your response.
"That's rich coming from you and all, isn't it?"
Picking up the speed of your strokes, you leave him gasping in shock and embarrassment for being put in his place. If he was back in his right mind, he would surely have you beheaded.
Going back to suck on him, you switch hands, giving his other dick some attention. Beads of precum were dripping down in your mouth, slowly flooding your throat. Your pussy was throbbing in excitement. You hum against him in your mouth, bobbing up and down, down and up, drool leaking out the corners of your mouth. You hollow your cheeks and have fun making all the noises to further stimulate him.
"Don't stop, don't stop," Sukuna groans loudly, feeling like he's going to burst.
Lifting the bottom set of arms, they grab your head and help guide you, your hair getting tangled in his fingers as he tightens his grip and you give him kitten licks, feeling ravenous. Your jaw unhinged to fit all of him and then some.
"Fuck—Fuckkkkk."
As his groans grow louder and louder and he's just at his peak, your face lifts up as his come sprays against you, covering you in his scent and spunk. His hands release you as he falls back against the wall, breathless.
You lick your lips, collecting the white thick substance glossing them. Your fingers gather the rest on your face, licking them clean in your mouth.
"Mmmm, absolutely delicious, baby." Your eyes glow with pleasure.
Euphoria striking Sukuna, his eyes close as he struggles to muster up a response. While the tongue on his abdomen chooses now to come out, licking your bent chest, tasting it's own leftover juices.
"Oh, what's this?"
You look down at the mouth now grinning towards you, displaying its bright canines. You lean down, fascinated, and kiss their lips.
"Thank you for being such a good boy for me."
As you kiss his lips, the tongue plunges in your mouth, deepthroating you, causing you to choke a bit. To steady yourself, you put your hands back on Sukuna's body and caress his ribs and hold on.
"What kind of woman are you, huh? Am I this good you can't let go?" Sukuna mutters under his breath as he looks down at his lower mouth betraying him.
Not responding to him, you play fight with his lower tongue by tickling it with your own split version, your claws scratching his sides leaving your mark. A diabolical slurp echoed around you as the tongue was hitting your uvula.
"Ughhhh ah, ah calm downnn." Whimpering for you to let up, Sukuna was left to just let ecstasy take over.
Slowly, you rise from his tongue and a string of spit leaves you connected, your mouth shiny as you bite your lips incredibly aroused.
"Mmm mmmh, what a wonderful thing you got there, Sukuna. I just have to have a little bit more, you don't mind do you…?"
Rising from the floor, you get on top of Sukuna and bend over, getting in his face as you strip from your soaked panties. Sukuna's eyes follow your underwear as you let it slide down your toned legs. Stepping out of your panties, you kick it to the side.
"Now why don't you show me some thanks?"
You drop your legs and hover your pussy over his lower tongue. With wasting no time, it gives you a longggggg lick against your puffy clit. His tongue wide and thick covered you entirely, tasting your wet hood.
"Ooo hah, yes yes yesss."
"I- I don't know how long I can go on like this." Sukuna whined.
"Mmmm but we're just getting started, baby."
"Nooo…"
You reach and grab Sukuna's hands and place them against your chest as you untie your top. As it falls helplessly to the floor, Sukuna moves his hands to squeeze your tits. The pressure coming from both his hands and his tongue was simply exquisite. Enthusiasm controlled you, making you swirl your hips left to right. The fat tongue hit you just right. The plapping noises of your body connecting with his repeatedly made your mind hazy. Lifting up and down, the tongue curled in you. It was so sweet, the feeling of being devoured with such passion, a tear slid down your eye.
"Ooh, you know exactly how to please me baby," you whisper out into the air eyes closes seeing stars.
Toes curling, you squirt all over yourself, your essence dripping down you to his abdomen. As you come, the tongue does one last vicious wiggle inside you before going back to hiding in Sukuna. Your body twitches, overcome with the intense release, and you lean forward to collapse. But before you hit his chest, his lower arms lift your body so your chest hovers over his face and he starts kissing your tits. His face nuzzles in between your breasts like a something precious seeking comfort.
"Mama please, please forgive me for earlier, I don't think I can get enough of you."
As you caress Sukuna's head with your nails, you look down at him nuzzling your chest like a cat and tell him " It's alright mommy's here and she's going to help you through this." that "you understand and he'll feel so much better when your deep inside him filling him with all you got till he knocks out".
You let Sukuna cuddle you just a bit longer before you rise from on top of him, your legs dripping with your arousal all there for show. You look down at him with the intimidating sun hitting your back, making you appear as though you're a goddess ready to take him to a land of pleasure.
"Let's go inside, darling."
With the ease of a titan, you pick up Sukuna's body and carry him inside his bedroom, leaving your forgotten panties outside while the doors slid shut, now giving you guys proper privacy.
As you walk in, you see the gigantic futon in the middle of the room with draped fabric above, giving it an almost inviting look to it. Beautiful shodo and haikus grace the walls. The dark wood flooring shiny and polished to perfection. Lamps dimmed to make the atmosphere appear cozy.
Walking up to the futon, you drop Sukuna down on top of the comforter.
"Turn around for me, sweetie."
Before Sukuna could do as you asked, you flip him around to be flat on his stomach. Sukuna nervously grips the sheets with his large hands. Turning over to peek over his shoulder, Sukuna pouts at you, his eyes glassy.
"You could have been a little more gentle…"
You climb over Sukuna's back and caress his shoulder blades, nail's leaving marks all over, blood beginning to dot from the scratches. He whimpers from the pain with his head hanging low. Looking down, you see his cheeks clenching in fright. Moving your hands from his back, they steadily go down towards his ass, squeezing them. Your nails pierce his skin, leaving more blood to drip down towards his sides.
"Oooo ouch, ouch, that hurts."
Ignoring him, you retract your fingers from him. With Sukuna looking back at you, he sees your nails slowly shorten till they wouldn't be able to cut anything. Looking into your eyes, he watches you as you put your now short nails into your mouth to wet them.
Your split tongue curls around your fingers as you playfully keep eye contact with him. You tease him by gradually removing your fingers from your mouth, a web of spit leaving with them.
Tracing your fingers back against his ass, you languidly move your fingers between his cheeks to touch his rim. The feel of his tight hole growing wet, trying to suck your digits inside. Pushing them further inside, Sukuna moans loudly at the intrusion. His toes curling at the new sweet sensation, his body shivering with pleasure, tears dripping from his eyes, overwhelmed.
"Hmmmm ugh, it feels so good, so go-good," Sukuna whispers.
"You like that, baby?"
Wiggling your fingers inside him faster, pushing in and out at a incredible speed, you let go of any little bit of control you had left and bite his ass. Biting all over his cheeks, the sound of his moans echoed louder off his bedroom walls. Coming up from his behind, you watch his body move in a trance.
The sound of his anus making squishy noises filled the room, further motivating you. You grab your arm to lift up his hips, still abusing his hole. Sweat was flowing down his back from his neck gathering above his crack. His ass cheeks recoiled against your hand, making you froth at the mouth. You smile looking down with a evil grin stretching across your face.
"Hahhh-hah, I'm going to cum."
Sukuna's half lidded eyes look down at his smothered cocks dripping against the sheets making a big clear mess. His body subconsciously bounces up and down on your fingers seeking more, always more.
You speed up your fingers, reaching even further than you thought possible inside him. Your entire hand was almost completely inside him covered in his juices. You repeatedly hit that button inside him till he couldn't take it anymore and collapsed back on the futon coming aggressively.
White ribbons of come sprout from his tip, ruining the bed almost beyond repair. His hole pouring out his arousal like a river as you deliberately take time removing your hand.
"Ughhhh I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Body quivering, Sukuna sluggishly apologizes. For what? you don't know.
"Hmm, Sukuna let me clean you up."
Thinking you were going to look for something to properly clean him, he feels another intrusion in his butt. Turning his head, he sees you looking up at him with your tongue inside his hole. Eyes gleaming white, both of your hands grab a cheek spreading them wide. All four of his eyes, wide in shock, stare back at you. His lower hands hastily grabs at your face to try and push you away.
With insane speed you grab his hands and cuff his wrists restricting his movements. Like a dog craving water, you lick and slurp all his come still leaking out of him. Plapping noises of your tongue persistently lapping all of him up is music to your ears.
You mock his moans and him helplessly trying to stop you. Your split tongue is no longer hitting his prostate dead on but licking his walls instead.
"Ahhhhh, ahh, ah, please have mercy!"
Crying Sukuna shakes his head side to side, his face warm and flushed red. Tears leak down his face and the corners of his eyes, making him look unrecognizable.
Your tongue gives him no room to do anything but gasp for air while drooling.
Slurps from your lips make a mess of your face. You dig your nose even more in between him, smelling his natural aroused scent pouring out of him, your eyes blissfully closed.
Tasting the last bit of the thick substance from him, you smack his cheeks while lifting your body above him, releasing the strong hold on his hands. His butt covered in bite marks, and shiny with your spit. The blood from your scratches dried on his back, his wrists red from the constricted pressure.
"You been such a good boy for me, Sukuna. You really have, and I'm not ready to say goodbye just yet…"
Sukuna's face covered in dried tears and drool can't gather the strength to look at you in anymore shock. You slap his ass to get his attention.
"I'm not ready to say goodbye either."
His eyes, red from crying, look up at you, inviting you to destroy him even more. The desperation radiating from him was enough for you to flip him on his back and push his legs to hit his big chest.
"I'll make this a day you won't forget, don't you worry."
Hearing your words relieved him. Sukuna's lower arms lifted his legs up higher, giving you a front row seat of him entirely. His top arms cover his face in embarrassment from pathetic yearning for you. It was so unlike him to be so worked up over anybody. To let someone demolish all his attempts for any self respect.
Peeking through his arms to look at you, he notices you not rushing to touch him again. He sees you looking down at yourself. Confused, Sukuna watches you in disbelief to what he was seeing.
Your fat clit grows larger bit by bit until it was long, so large and heavy it was leaning down wards. Your clit was no more and in its place was a huge, fat, dick ready to plow him. Your sticky trimmed bush on your outer lips enlarging and droopy, now turned into balls ready to clap loudly against his ass cheeks.
Looking up from your dick, Sukuna sees you now looking straight at him like a predator waiting for the perfect moment to pounce on its meal. The anxious gulp from his throat was heard loud and clear against the sound of your heavy breathing.
"You like it?" You ask him, smiling like the devil.
Gazing at the intimidating figure you make, Sukuna shyly nods his head at you.
God, Sukuna really knew how to just lay there and take it. To give in all the way, it made you so pleased, so horny.
Hearing his confirmation, you start to stroke your cock. The bulbous tip glaring back at him has Sukuna oozing precum. Your hand moves up and down at a leisurely pace, just taunting him with your size.
"Pleaseee put in, I need it so, so badly mama."
The last words out of his mouth has you releasing your grip on yourself. Precum beading from your mushroom tip, your cock curved just the right amount. You tilt your body, completely overshadowing Sukuna. Your hair flowing around his head like a makeshift curtain. Your tits swinging in his face above his eyes.
"Suck."
Knowing what to do, Sukuna wraps his arms around your shoulders, pushing you down to level with his mouth, he starts sucking your breasts.
Caught up in sucking your chest, his hole now loose from all the previous abuse, your dick slides in him with humiliating ease.
"Ughhhhhh, ugh, ugh."
Sukuna's lips pop off your nipple, your hard rod inside him making him tilt his head back, touching the pillows. Arms crowd his vision as the sound of the bed hits the wall back and forth.
Sukuna's nails move your around your shoulders to claw at your back. Vicious lines cross your body, nails digging into you as his moans and stutters seep out of him.
"Nghhhh, ngh-ahh, ahh you're soooo deep inside me."
Kissing away the tears blooming on his face, the nastiest squelches ricochet from the walls. Drilling into him at a pace so addictive, so yummy you never been so turned on in your life. Sweaty thighs met against his own, a thick foamy ring sticking to his hole like glue. Consumed by desire, Sukuna lets go of his legs. His lower arms now spread wide against the bed.
Sukuna was on cloud nine, it was all so so good. He's never felt like this before and he didn't want this feeling to stop. He didn't want you to stop scratching that itch deep within him.
Inches and inches of your dick reached deeper inside with every thrust. The support of the bed was barely able to withstand all the movement of your intertwined bodies.
"Hmmmm, don't stop, don't stop, don't stoppppp."
Sukuna was squeezing you cock with the meanest grip, your own groans heard against his ear. Continuing your punishing pace, you pistol in and out of him, feeling the heat inside you grow, you know you're about to come.
Your balls full of come hit Sukuna's drenched hole, again and again and again. Grabbing hair, you pull his neck further back as you nail his g-spot.
"Ahhhhhh"
"Fuck, Fuck, Fuckkkk."
Coming deep inside him, pushing your last weak hammering thrusts ,you fall on top of him.
Winded, you lay on top of Sukuna's form, his voice dry from the workout its done closes in exhaustion, sweat sticking you to one another, come stuffed still inside of him. The moment of stillness is shattered unexpectedly soon.
Pulling out of Sukuna, your dick trickles essence and casually reverts back to your sopping cunt. Your balls, flatten back to its original form. Leaning away from his body, you grab the sheet closet to you to wipe your bodies down.
" I had a good time, did you?"
After wiping yourself down half haphazardly, you look up at Sukuna.
"Yes….I did."
"Good."
Standing up from the bed, you leave Sukuna to lay in his own mess seeped into the duvet. Turning around, you cross your arms to stretch then fold your body over to do the same. Coming back up, you turn to face towards him. Walking over to the side of the bed, you lean down and kiss his lips for the first time. Moving towards his ear you whisper.
"This was fun but I really should be going now."
Weakly looking up at you, Sukuna starts to shake his head, about to tell you 'No, stay just for a little bit,' and see, this would be even more out of character for the king of curses. But the annoyance, the aggravation from earlier, it was all fucked out of him. And he liked you, he really did, with his mind no longer clouded with his unexpected heat. He wanted to keep you, keep the only being capable of dominating him like it was nothing.
"Shhhh, it's not going to happen, so don't ask baby."
And just like that, you leave his room, still naked, with his life turned upside down on the bed. You grab your clothes from outside, get dressed and walk out of his sight like nothing happened. Helplessly he watches you leave thinking…
