you sat on the edge of janet's unmade bed as you nervously tapped your fingers against your knees. across the room, janet was moving around, her hands plunged into the depths of her purse, her wrists twisting as she searched.
with every frustrated grunt, she tossed stray lipsticks, hairpins, and jewellery onto her nightstand, the clatter of noise making your shoulders tense up just a bit more.
“y'know.. i have my driving test in two days and i still haven't practised..” you mumbled, your voice a little quiet as you tilted your head back against the wall, watching her throw another tube of gloss aside. “m' literally so nervous, janet. if i fail the parallel parking again, my old mans gonna kill me..”
janet stopped her searching instantly as she slowly turned her head and raised an eyebrow at you. a slight pout tugged at her lips as she tossed her hairbrush onto the mattress right next to your thigh.
“what about your man?” she asked, crossing her arms over her chest as she leaned her weight onto one leg, her eyes locking onto yours with a blunt stare. “why doesn't he take you out?”
you let out a soft sigh, your chin dropping toward your chest as you slowly leaned back onto your elbows. “he's... he's always saying he's too busy.” you whispered, your fingers playing with a loose thread on the blanket. “it's always 'later, baby' or 'i have too much work today.' he's sooo useless.”
“girl, just break up with him.” janet muttered, turning back to her mirror to swipe her lip gloss over her lips, her head tilting side to side as she checked her reflection. “how you gonna have a boyfriend with a car who won't even help you? if you were my girl, i'd-“
before she could even finish her sentence, the click of the front door downstairs echoed up the stairwell making you freeze.
janet paused, her hand hovering above her mouth as she tilted her head toward the doorway, her eyes widening as she listened to the quiet movements below.
slowly, a mischievous smirk began formed across her face, a spark dancing in her eyes as her shoulders dropped into a teasing posture. “well... since your mans busy...” janet started, her voice slipping into a playful tone as she slowly turned her body to face you. “i know someone who can help you...”
she paused before slowly turning her head to glance toward the hallway leading downstairs, giving a suggestive little nod.
your eyes widened instantly, your breath catching in your throat as your hands locked onto the mattress.
you knew exactly who she was talking about.
michael.
before you had gotten with your current boyfriend, you and michael had been in a sneaky relationship that felt like the world. it was a secret kept in the dark, hidden away from the rest of his family, even janet. you could still feel the sensation of his hands wrapping around your waist in the backseat of his car, his raspy whispers warming the skin of your neck, and the realization of how easily he could completely undo you.
but the secrecy, the guilt, and the intensity of loving him had became too much, and you had abruptly broken it off. since that day, you had been running from him, ignoring his quiet calls and avoiding any place you thought he might be.
you had only agreed to come over today because you were certain he was locked away at the studio, which is what janet had said. but now, the realization that he was downstairs, and that janet was about to throw you right into him, left your body paralyzed, your heart racing at the thought.
“no, janet. don't you dare.” you breathed out, your voice cracking as you scrambled up from the mattress. “seriously, do not get him. i'll just... i'll just ask someone else. anybody else.”
“oh, come on, why not?” janet teased as she watched you shift uncomfortably, a quiet laugh escaping her mouth. “he’s ‘mr. caution’ himself, always driving with two hands on the wheel.”
“janet, no! m' not getting in a car with him!” you hissed, your voice dropping into a whisper, desperate to keep the truth buried. your body leaned forward as you tried to reach out and grab her arm before she could move.
but janet didn't even listen to your protest, already letting out a giggle as she dodged your hand with a twist of her hips. she whirled around and ran out the room, her boots clicking down the hallway before you could even try to stop her, leaving you standing frozen by the bed.
you dropped your face into your hands, letting out a miserable groan right into your palms as your shoulders slumped in defeat. the heat in your skin still burning as you finally forced your hands down and made your body move, stepping quietly out of the bedroom and creeping down the hallway.
you walked down the stairs with precaution, your shoes barely making a sound against the wood as you kept your hand gripping the smooth rail, trying to blend into the wall. from the kitchen, you could hear janet's voice, heavy with desperation as she followed her brother around the counter.
“come on, michael, please?” janet pleaded, her voice dropping into that whiny register as she trailed behind him. “i really, really need you to do this for me. it's just one hour. literally just sixty minutes of your day.”
from your spot on the stairs, you held your breath, pressing your back against the wall as you peeked your head around.
michael was standing by the counter, his tall frame slightly hunched over as he poured himself a glass of water. his shoulders dropped wit an exhausted sigh that made your stomach instantly flutter with a familiar sensation.
“janet.. m' really busy today..” he mumbled, his voice quiet, falling into that deep register that you hadn't heard in months. it sounded tired, the long hours spent down at the studio clearly getting to him.
he slowly lifted the glass to his lips, his fingers wrapping around the glass. “i have to go over the new mixes with quincy later.. i just.. i really don't think i have the time, okay?”
“mikey, please! just an hour!” janet begged, stepping right into his space and reaching out to grip his jacket, giving it a playful tug to force him to look at her. “you have to. i already told her you'd do it.”
michael paused, his curls spilling over his forehead as he tilted his head, his hand coming up to nervously touch the zipper of his jacket, a nervous habit you knew all too well. “told who?” he asked softly, his tone laced with a gentle confusion that made your breath hitch with guilt.
“y/n!” janet burst out, letting go of his sleeve to toss her hands up in the air. “she has her driving test soon and she hasn't even practiced! and her man is too 'busy' to even sit in the car with her.”
the moment your name and the mention of your ‘man’ rolled out of janet's mouth, the kitchen went silent. michael froze, his eyes widening as his hand dropped from his zipper, his fingers twitching against his thigh.
her man.
the words seemed to do something to him, his jaw tightening at the thought of you being with someone else. for months, you had been avoiding him, running from him, ignoring every single call, and now he finally knew why.
you had a man, you had replaced him. suddenly, intensity replaced the tired exhaustion in his body, his dark eyes narrowed, staring blankly at the counter as his mind raced.
this wasn't just a favor for janet anymore, this was a golden opportunity. he was going to get you in that car, get you alone, and finally get you to look him in the eye after all this time.
michael's fingers curled slowly into a tight fist against his thigh as he cleared his throat. “she... she has a boyfriend?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
“yeah, and he's so fucking useless.” janet huffed, crossing her arms. “so, please, mikey? just take her out in your car for a little bit? for me?”
still hiding by the stairs, your chest heaved as you bit down hard on your lower lip, squeezing your eyes shut.
“i'll take her.” michael said quickly as he reached out, his fingers wrapping around the metal key ring on the counter. “go get her.”
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you slid quietly into the leather seat, as you reached down, moving your hand against the side of the seat for the automatic controls until an electronic hum jolted you forward faster than expected. your hand snapped back instantly, embarrassment flushing through your body.
beside you, michael climbed into the passenger’s side and pulled the door shut before yanking his seatbelt across his chest. the atmosphere between the two of you hung thick, lingering with history of everything you were trying to ignore.
“you can adjust the mirrors if you need to.” he said softly, his voice carrying a flat politeness that felt extremely fake.
you nodded without meeting his eyes, reaching up to tilt the rearview mirror into position. for a second in the glass, you caught the sharp outline of his jawline, prompting you to quickly redirect the mirror away and fix your gaze on the windshield ahead.
your palms felt sweaty against the steering wheel as you pressed your foot firmly onto the brake pedal, turning the key to start the engine as it roared to life.
slowly, you shifted the gear into reverse, turning to glance over your left shoulder to watch the driveway as your face remained inches from where he sat leaning back.
the car crept backward down the slope of the driveway which was narrowed by the overgrown hedges on both sides.
“careful on the left..” michael murmured, his voice dropping into a cautious register. “there's a dip right by the mailbox.”
“i know, michael.” you whispered back, the tone slipping out tighter than you had intended as you let out a sigh.
panicking slightly, you tapped the brakes again, but because you were so tense from the tension, you hit the pedal too hard as the vehicle jerked forward.
“sorry..” you mumbled directly to the steering wheel, biting your lip anxiously. “sensitive brakes.”
“it's fine.” he responded smoothly, letting out a heavy sigh as he fumbled his seatbelt. “just take it slow.”
easing your foot off the pedal once more, you guided the car the rest of the way out until the tires smoothed out over the road in the open street. shifting into drive, you straightened the wheel and let the car roll forward.
as the vehicle picked up speed, you kept your eyes locked strictly on the view ahead, even though your peripheral vision was consumed by his presence.
he let out a long sigh, resting his head back against the headrest and closing his eyes briefly before shifting his gaze toward the lights of the dashboard.
“so.. your boyfriend couldn't help?” he finally asked, his voice cutting through the silence as the words hung between you. his hand reached toward the central console before pausing, his fingers hovering above the controls as he turned to face you with a raised eyebrow, patiently waiting for a response.
you could feel your heart racing as you attempted to force your posture to loosen up, but the awkwardness of being trapped next to your ex caused every muscle in your body to lock.
“he's... busy.” you mumbled softly, your voice cracking slightly on the second word. risking a quick glance sideways, you found michael staring directly at you, the intensity of his eyes making you feel weak.
he cleared his throat softly, turning his head back toward the passenger window after catching your gaze. “too busy to help his own girl?” he asked, a sense of annoyance hidden in his tone.
swallowing with difficulty, your fingers tightened their grip around the steering wheel as you tried to stay relaxed. “michael... don't do this.”
“i was just asking.” he muttered back, shrugging his shoulders before turning his head slowly, his eyes searching your face, looking for a small glimpse of the person he used to hold so close. “just wanted to know.”
reaching out with a shaky hand, you clicked the turn signal down as you glanced at side mirror, twisting your neck to look back over your shoulder, but a massive suv parked right on the corner blocked your line of sight to the open lane.
you let out a frustrated huff, shifting forward in the seat to press your chest closer to the wheel to get a better angle.
“can't see?” he asked quietly before moving his body, the sudden movement causing the leather of his seat to creak. before you could even process what was happening, he was leaning all the way across the center console.
he hovered directly over you, trapping you against the headrest as his shoulder brushed against yours. his jacket pressing right into the your upper arm as you froze instantly, your heart racing at the close distance between the two of you.
he was positioned so close that his warm breath fanned directly across the skin of your neck, sending a shiver through your entire body as you looked up at him.
“you're clear.” he mumbled softly, but you didn't move, your hands glued to the wheel as as your breath caught in your lungs.
“y/n?” he prompted softly after a long moment of silence, his eyes snapping sideways to lock onto yours with a searching gaze that made your mouth go dry.
the intimate sound of him saying your name while right beside you snapped you right out of your thoughts as you blinked rapidly. swallowing down the lump in your throat, you forced your body to react, your face burning dark red at how close his lips were to your cheek.
“r-right... going.” you stammered out in a breathless whisper, quickly pulling your gaze away from his face and easing your shaky foot off the pedal as you steered the car into the street.
he slowly slid back into his own seat, leaving your skin burning where he touched you as the car settled back into a smooth line.
down below, your right foot rested against the accelerator but you could feel tremor starting deep in your calf and moving straight up into your thigh. your leg was visibly shaking, the muscle twitching nervously against the leather seat as you desperately tried to maintain a steady speed.
michael leaned back, his dark eyes quietly tracking your tense shoulders before his gaze slowly drifted lower. you could see his head tilt as his focus fixated on the obvious shake of your knee.
he let out a low sigh, his jaw tightening for a moment as his expression darkened, his large hand moving away from his side before landing on top of your leg.
his hand felt massive, a touch you didn’t realise you had missed, capping your knee while his long fingers wrapped slightly around the side of your thigh to steady the muscle beneath. he squeezed, just enough to hold your leg to the seat, his touch sending a rush of arousal between your thighs.
“hey.” he whispered, his voice dropping into a low register that made your chest flutter in panic. “relax. you're doing fine, y/n.”
you let out a sharp breath, the warmth of his hand kneading your skin making your stomach drop. you could feel your arousal growing more, dampening your panties instantly as your hips twitched against the seat.
“thanks..” you breathed out, your voice sounding too soft and too needy in the quiet car as you forced a small smile.
his fingers twitched against your skin, his grip tightening as he caught the breathless catch in your tone. his eyes stayed locked strictly onto the side of your face, watching your shallow breathing as his hand remained planted on your thigh.
you swallowed hard, the road of the highway ahead blurring through your vision as you tried desperately to blink away the heat rising to your face. your whole body vibrated with the effort it took to keep your trembling foot steady on the gas while the warmth of his palm burned straight through your body.
“michael.. i can't focus.” you whispered brokenly as the car swerved an inch to the side. you gripped the wheel tighter, correcting the movement with a desperate motion as his fingers went stayed still against your knee.
his grip slowly became noticeably heavier, his thumb pressing a little deeper into your skin as he moved his body across the space toward you. “why can't you focus, y/n?” he asked softly, his head tilting slightly as his eyelids fluttered half shut, his gaze sweeping down to your legs.
he sounded concerned but there was a playful edge to his voice, his thumb tracing a circle against the side of your knee, his fingers flexing to squeeze your thigh again.
your inner thighs throbbed, a heavy ache pulsing in your core at the intimacy of his stare and his touch, you knew you couldn't play along with his games any longer.
“because of you.” you breathed out, your voice cracking with needy honesty that left you exposed in his car. “because your hand is right there... and it's making me feel things. i can't-i can't think straight.. when you're touching me like this.”
a raspy exhale escaped his lips as his jaw clenched hard, his polite restraint disappearing in the heavy air between you. his large palm began a slow crawl upward along your leg, his long fingers tracking the sensitive curve of your inner thigh, creeping higher and higher until his hand was pressing against the highest, most sensitive part of your leg.
“michael...” you whimpered, your hands shaking against the steering wheel as you fought with everything you had to keep the car steady. the wetness between your thighs throbbed hard against your damp panties at the breathtaking boldness of his touch.
“keep your eyes on the road, mama.” he whispered, a smirk playing on his lips as his head tilted closer to yours, his gaze burning into the side of your flustered face while his fingers dug into the softness of your inner thigh to test exactly how much you could handle before losing control.
the word had slipped from his lips so naturally, causing your breath to hitch. mama, that was his name for you, the intimate word he'd call you when you on were under him in bed, whispering it against your skin.
hearing that single word now in his car while you were desperately trying to breathe only made the arousal more powerful. “m-michael... don't.” you choked out softly as a rush of heat went straight to your cheeks and neck.
you squeezed the steering wheel so hard your palms ached against the grip, desperately forcing your arms to keep the vehicle going straight as you completed the curve of the turn. “don't call me that.”
his thumb stroked your skin gently as he stared at you intensely. “why?” he asked, leaning in even closer until his lips brushed your ear. “you used to love it when i called you that. used to beg me to say it.”
“michael, please.” you whispered, your eyes welling with flustered tears as you stared hard at the road ahead. “we aren't... we aren't together anymore. you can't just-“
“can't do what?” he interrupted softly, sliding an inch higher as his chest rose and fell in a heavy breath. “help you drive?”
the car drifted sharply to the left, the tires screeching as you gasped out, a desperate sound that caught right in the back of your throat. you forced your hands to jerk the steering wheel back toward the center of the lane, your breath was coming in short puffs now.
beside you, michael remained unbothered by the sudden movement as he let out a low chuckle, a sound so possessive that it made your stomach drop.
“i told you to keep it steady..” he chided softly as his palm pinned your leg to the leather seat, forcing you to stay present for the slow torture he was inflicting.
“m-michael..” you whispered, the plea breaking in the air as your inner thigh trembled helplessly under his grip, your body twitching while you struggled to keep your foot steady against the gas. “i can't... it's too much. you're gonna make me...”
“make you what, y/n?” he asked softly, leaning his frame further across the center console, his warm breath brushing against your neck. “tell me what m' doing to you.”
your lower lip wobbled uncontrollably as you bit down hard against it, trying to stifle the needy whine that wanted to tear out from the back of your throat.
squeezing your eyes shut for a second to clear the blurriness from your vision, you forced your gaze back to the open highway ahead. “you're... you're ruining me..” you sobbed out softly, the truth slipping past your lips because you simply had no strength to lie to him any longer. “m’ so.. so wet... need you.”
“say it again.” he growled, his voice stripped of its usual composure, replaced by something rough and possessive, undone by your honesty.
you parted your lips to speak but nothing came out as his fingers hooked beneath the hem of your skirt, sliding it up until his hand felt your center, pressing his middle finger against the dampness of your panties.
the sudden contact caused your body to jolt in the seat as your foot slammed down on the gas pedal, the engine letting out a loud surge as the speedometer climbed rapidly. “michael!” you gasped out, your hands shaking so that the steering wheel wobbled dangerously beneath your palms.
“it’s okay, baby. i’ll help you keep the wheel straight, mm?” he hummed, his deep voice rough as his left hand reached across your chest, his palm slamming down directly over yours on the wheel to steady your movements.
with his left hand locking the steering wheel on track, his right hand dug deeper into your aching core over the drenched panties. feeling the heavy soak of your arousal waiting for him, his jaw tightening at the feeling he missed so bad.
“fuck, y/n.” he breathed as he rubbed his finger over your swollen heat through the silk. “you are soaked.”
you let out a broken cry, your hips instinctively arching upward against his touch before you forced yourself to freeze, terrified of making another reckless move on the highway.
the feeling of his finger pressing through the thin silk, finding the exact spot that throbbed desperately for him made your vision go dark.
“m’… m' gonna-“ you sobbed out, the desperate words dying right in your throat as his thumb rubbed over your clit in a slow circle through your drenched panties.
his hand over yours on the steering wheel remained still, holding you to reality as his other hand ruined you from the inside out. guiding the car through the curve of the highway with a calm precision, his fingers working beneath your clothes without missing a second.
“shh, i've got the wheel, just keep your foot on the pedal.” he mumbled against your skin, his hot lips pressing into your neck, sucking hard enough to leave a small mark. “feel that, ma? you're so tight... so wet for me. you're doing so good.”
he hooked his knuckles against the edge of the damp fabric, pulling it roughly to the side so his bare fingertips could finally make contact with you.
you gasped out a sharp sound, your toes curling tightly inside your shoes while your head fell back against the headrest, surrendering your body to the overwhelming heat of his touch.
he buried two fingers deep inside you, the thick invasion making your inner thighs tremor against his hand. the sensation of him stretching you open while you were behind the wheel sending a rush of pure pleasure straight to your body.
“michael-“ you whined, squeezing your walls against the perfect pressure of his fingers as you bit your lip.
“look at the road, y/n.” he growled against your ear as his hand on the steering wheel tightened, correcting the slight veer of the car when your foot twitched against the accelerator.
he began to pump his fingers in and out of you, a slow rhythm that mirrored the hum of the engine, each deep stroke drawing out a wet sound that echoed within his car.
his thumb remained against your clit, applying just enough pressure to the swollen nub as tears of overstimulation pricked at the corners of your eyes, your breath hitching sharply with every single inward push.
“michael?” you whimpered out, your voice cracking as the sensation in your stomach felt tighter and tighter, pulling you over the edge. “gonna cum.. please..”
“then cum for me, mama.” he whispered, his pace quickening as his fingers drove deeper and faster into your soaking wetness while his thumb flicked your clit left to right.
your vision blurred as your climax hit you, a broken wail ripping from your throat while your muscles convulsed, squeezing down tight around his buried fingers. your frame arched off the seat as wave after wave of intense pleasure crashed relentlessly through your whole body.
the gas pedal jerked but michael already prepared for the sudden movement as his body leaned against yours, pinning you safely into place while his hand on the steering wheel kept the vehicle perfectly straight along the road.
“fuck, y/n.” he groaned lowly as he felt the tight squeezing of your walls pulsing against his fingers. but even as you sobbed out softly, he continued to move his fingers deep inside you, riding out the aftershocks of your orgasm. his thumb maintained a relentless movement against your sensitive clit, turning your lingering pleasure into a beautiful torture.
your chest heaved as the aftershocks finally began to fade, leaving you weak and trembling helplessly against the seat. “baby...” you exhaled, a soft sigh slipping past your lips while your knuckles twitched under his palm.
his head tilted to watch you, his eyes tracking the dark red taking over your cheeks as a satisfied hum left his lips. he slowly withdrew his fingers, sliding them out of your warmth with slowness as a weak whimper escaped from your throat.
he rested his damp fingers against the sensitive skin of your thigh, leaving a glistening trail of your own wetness before he lifted his hand up toward his face. his tongue dragged across his fingers, tasting the moisture of your release straight from his skin while his gaze stayed fixed on the side of your face.
“still taste the same.” he mumbled before lowering his hand against the center console, his thumb extending to stroke the side of your knee while his left hand gave yours a squeeze against the wheel before his fingers uncurled, giving you back full control over the vehicle.
“pull over as soon as we're off the highway, mama.” he whispered, a small smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “wanna feel you on top of me.”
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the car rolled smoothly off the quiet highway as you coasted to a stop against the curb, your hands trembling against the steering wheel as you fumbled with the gear shift, the car going into park before you switched off the engine.
you sat frozen in the dark, staring through the windshield as your heart raced, your body still feeling weak from your intense orgasm he had caused on the highway.
the sharp click of his seatbelt unlatching made your breath hitch sharply as michael shifted across the console, his large hands reaching out to wrap tightly around your waist before pulling you right out of the driver's seat.
you let out a breathless gasp, your hands flying up instantly to dig into his jacket for balance as he hauled you directly over the console and into his lap.
your body slammed against his chest, the hardness of his erection pressing right into your damp center through your clothes. “michael...” you whimpered out as his fingers tangled gently into your hair to tilt your face upward.
“told you what was going to happen once we parked.” he growled low, his eyes consuming yours while his rough breathing fanned hot against your lips. “not driving anymore... don't needa hold back.”
he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against yours as his thumbs moved across your skin to wipe away the lingering tears on your cheeks. “you were so good for me on the road... don't you miss me, ma? miss me filling you up?”
his teeth caught your lower lip, tugging gently against the swollen skin before his mouth devoured yours in a deep kiss. a needy whimper escaped into his mouth as your fingers tangled desperately into his curls, pulling his frame closer while you craved him entirely.
the kiss felt wild and hungry, the patience he had forced himself to maintain on the highway gone. his tongue slid past your parting lips, tasting himself on you and claiming you over and over until your head spun, leaving you breathless in his arms.
his large hands left your hair, sliding down your curves to grip your hips as he lifted you up to shift your position on his lap, pressing you down hard against the length of his boner through his pants.
“missed you so bad...” you breathed out, breaking the kiss as your forehead rested against his, whimpering softly against his mouth. “but the road-someone could drive by.. we should-“
“can't wait.” he interrupted against your mouth, his jaw tightening hard as he hitched your hips up higher against his lap, moving your body until the silk of your panties rubbed directly against the cold zipper of his jeans.
a dark groan escaped left his lips at the heat coming from between your legs. “you're too wet. if i don't get inside you right now.. m' gonna lose my mind.”
his large hands hooked into the waistband of your skirt and panties together, dragging them down your thighs. you lifted your hips instinctively to help him, kicking the clothes off until your legs were bare, completely exposed to him.
his right hand flew down to unfasten his fly, freeing his length so that the thick tip of his member brushed against your center. you squeezed your eyes shut as your hands gripped his shoulders so hard your nails dug deep through his shirt.
“open your eyes, y/n.” he commanded as his large hands squeezed your waist, holding your hips perfectly above him. “watch me take you.”
you forced your heavy eyes open, your vision blurry as you looked down into his face, staring at his dark gaze burning with hunger. “o-okay...” your breathy voice fluttered out as a broken whisper.
his hips giving one slow push upward that drove his big length all the way into your warmth until there was no space left between your bodies.
you let out a loud moan, your back arching as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, the intense fullness of him filling you to the brim. your internal walls instantly seized, squeezing down around his length as your entire body shook, trying to adjust to the overwhelming length that you hadn’t had for a long time.
“fuck.” he groaned lowly while his jaw clenched hard, his eyes squeezing shut for a second to ride out the rush of pleasure from your tightness as his fingers sank deeper into the soft skin of your hips.
he stayed motionless for a moment, allowing you to feel every pulsing inch of his length stretching you open in the cramped space of the car before his eyes snapped open, locking onto your face.
“tell me.” he panted out as his broad hips began to shift beneath you, dragging back slowly before driving right back up, hitting your sweet spot over and over again. “tell me how bad you missed this, hm?”
“m-missed this so much.” you sobbed out, the desperate words trembling past your lips in a broken rush as his hips rose again, burying him so deep inside you that you could hardly think straight. “missed you so much, michael... missed the way you fill me..”
a satisfied look flashed across his features at your confession, his jaw tightening as he let out a shaky exhale. his thumbs pressing deep into your skin as he set out a perfect pace, every thrust of his body sending a rush of pure pleasure straight to your core.
“good.” he whispered as he pulled back only to drive right back into your heat. “want you full of me... want you to feel nothing but me.”
the glass of the windows fogged up in the dark as the messy sound of skin slapping against skin echoed within the cramped space, a sound so intimate that it only pushed you closer to your release.
you couldn't hold your head up any longer, your forehead dropping against his shoulder while your teeth bit into his jacket to muffle the needy cries coming from your mouth. your walls twitched helplessly, squeezing around his length in tight spasms as the rush of another climax began to build in the pit of your stomach.
“please.. m’ gonna cum again-“ you whimpered against his neck, your hands moving up to clutch at his hair as your hips start to move in a desperate rhythm, begging for more.
“good girl.. take all of me.” he whispered as his hands gripped your waist even tighter, lifting you up before slamming you down onto his length with urgency. “squeeze me, y/n... take every inch.”
the words barely left his lips before your body surrendered, an undone sob leaving your mouth as your walls locking tight around him in pulsing waves that milked him mercilessly.
michael let out a low moan at the tightness of your release, biting his lip in pleasure as he felt himself getting close. “fuck, ma.” he breathed out, driving up into your soaking core with a relentless pace, riding the waves of your orgasm.
every deep thrust pushed you further and further past your limit until you were delirious, crying his name into the fogginess of the car as his body went still beneath yours, throwing his head back against the headrest as he buried himself into you as deep as he could go.
he groaned as he released himself deep inside, the thick heat filling you up to add to the mess between your legs, exhausting your muscles, leaving them twitch as a weak response.
his head dropped into the crook of your neck, his forehead hot against your skin while his palms rested on your hips, holding you right where you belonged. his lips began pressing warm, soft kisses along your neck as his breathing began to slow down, his thumbs dragging soothing circles into your skin.
“see?” he mumbled as his hips gave a testing twitch that made you let out a weak whimper against him, drawing a soft chuckle from his lips. “gotta new man but still.. all mine.”
“michael...” you whined softly, the protest lacking any real frustration as your eyelids fluttered, your hands weakly gripping his jacket over his shoulders.
slowly, he cupped your jaw, his eyes searching yours as the devotion in his gaze made your chest ache. he reached up with his thumb to gently brush your hair away from your forehead, his fingers lingering against your cheek.
“you heard janet.. he’s useless anyways, mama.” he said softly, a gentle smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he nuzzled his nose against yours, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist to hold your body against his chest. “handled the car so good, baby... keep driving like that with me, and i think you're gonna pass that driving test just fine.”
(ikk i made the reader say michael x100 times LAMAO. also i don’t promote making out while driving! and im rlly bad at driving so if it made no sense thats probs why HAHA.)
You loved his hair from the fluffy afro to his bouncy curls. As much as you loved his bed head with sleepy eyes and dried drool on his lip, he did not like managing it every single morning.
"I got you a somethin" you cheesed, holding this said surprise behind your back.
He perked up, eyes wide and curious as he tried to peak at what was behind your back, "what?"
Yesterday when you drove down to the city, you stopped by the beauty supply, sporting a cap and some dark sunglasses. It wasn't like you were a major celebrity— but a nepo baby with a good network and spotted with Michael on multiple occasions. You wanted to pick up a couple things, not only for yourself but for Michael. Having a perm was all the rage, you’ll be damned if those curls weren’t maintained.
You knew Michael for longer than you could remember, but only because both of your parents spoke business. Over the years, the both of you realized that you wanted to be more than friends. On a starry night he nearly choked the confession out to you, before you silenced him with a soft kiss.
“You know how your hair gets tangled in the mornings?” You took slow steps towards the bed. He nodded, his eyes never leaving yours.
“You know how I wear that cap every night?” You sat beside him, the bag crinkling behind your back. He nodded again, tongue darting to wet his dry lips. “Well, now we can match!” You took the item out of the bag, a simple, black silky bonnet with promises written on the packaging such as Frizz Free Curls! and Slip Resistant!
“Tink, you got me one?! But I thought—“
“You can wear them too, baby,” you handed it to him, “Plus, you need it.”
His thumb brushed over the silk as he read the package with furrowed brows. He tilted his head before looking up to you, “well I trust you. Thank you.”
That night after washing it with a load of laundry, you placed it over his damp, freshly styled curls. The band snapped against his forehead, making him blink. You were sitting on the sink counter, Michael between your legs. When he took a baby step backwards to get a good look of himself in the mirror you giggled. The bonnet was pretty flat, and fell to one side like a beret or a chef’s hat.
“I look silly…” he frowned, his hands coming up to adjust it. “It only looks good on you.”
The laugh left as quickly as it came and you cooed, your hands grabbing his cheeks, “you look so incredibly handsome, and this? Right here in your head?” You gave the material a small tug, “It’ll make your hair look incredible.”
Those big brown irises peered into yours, lips slowly curving into a smile. “Okay,” he whispered, “I trust you.”
The next morning with a spritz of water and a few picks, his curls were rejuvenated, bouncy, and framed his face perfectly.
“Wow,” he leaned towards the mirror, touching his hair.
You grinned, standing beside him, “told you.”
Ever since then he wore that damn bonnet every night. Oh, and when you finally introduced silk sheets? A dream. Y'all never went back.
i love when a characters guilt is so justified and yet they have to forgive themself anyways. Marc SHOULDNT have brought his brother in that cave. But he has to move on. Tony SHOULDNT have sold weapons without tracing who they’re being used on. but he has to move on. Matt SHOULDNT have lied to foggy. but he has to move on. It’s so so good. Like yes, it IS your fault, but that’s not the whole story. but you’re still a person and you still deserve kindness.
𓏲⋆ GNAWING ON BF!PETER’S THIGHS ⋮ suggestiveish/fluffy
When Peter told you he wanted to have a quiet night in, you were expecting almost exactly this—a good movie, kinda boring but good enough to not turn off, a comforting meal, and cuddling on the couch with a fluffy blanket strewn across you.
Pretty much perfect. But you didn’t account for his choice of clothing. Was it literally just a hoodie and shorts? Yeah.
Was it entirely distracting as the blanket slid down and exposed his upper legs? Yeah... The movie was the last thing on your mind when your eyes finally locked on his thighs, so thick and bulging with muscle even as he’s relaxing.
Under the blanket, his unexposed leg was pressed against you. He was warm and completely unaware of your racing thoughts, the urge you felt to just lean down and...
“You okay, babe? Want to watch something else?” His sweet, genuinely concerned voice broke you out of your trance.
Shaking your head, you mumbled, “No. This one’s good.”
He just whispered, “If you say so,” looking entirely unconvinced.
For the next few minutes—that felt like forever—you tried so hard to focus on the movie. Trying to take mental notes as if there was a life of death quiz you had to pass after.
But all of your progress to focus was lost when Peter stretched his leg out and gave it a deep rub, soothing the sore muscles he’d been complaining about earlier that day. He let out a mindless sigh as he kneaded his leg, his eyes not straying from the screen. A moment passed before he asked, “What’re you staring at, sweetheart?” as he turned his head to face you.
“You,” you admitted.
“And why’s that?”
Shrugging as you repositioned yourself, you placed your head in Peter’s lap and gave his leg another massaging stroke.
That was good enough. That was all you needed, just to touch him a little. You do not need to bite him.
His hand found your head, slowing stroking your hair, reaching down your arm until he had to come back up and repeat. After a few times he rest his hand on your upper arm, his warm hands a comforting reminder of his presence.
As you rubbed, he wasn’t being shy about the quiet noises slipping from his throat. Your mind obviously went to where you’ve heard them before, spurring you on to continue.
But you couldn’t ignore the twitching urge you had to just lean forward and press your teeth into his leg. You had to do it.
A beat passed.
Your lips opened enough for your teeth to wrap around a chunk of his skin, taking a gentle bite that you knew wouldn’t hurt him.
“Ah! What the fuck?” Peter strangled out a noise of surprise, immediately followed by a soft chuckle. “Babe.”
“...Yeah?” your voice was muffled against his skin.
The room fell silent, the only sound being the movie playing, but even that felt like it was silent in this moment.
“Did you just... bite me?”
“No.” You bit your lip, rolling over to see his face. “Why would I bite you? That’s so weird...”
Peter’s cheeks were rosy up to his ears when he said, “You’ve bitten me before. In your words, my biceps were ‘just so juicy and tempting’. So maybe my legs... I don’t know.”
“Oh, right. Well your legs are—”
“Okay! Okay. You don’t need to repeat it. I was just asking.” Peter shifted under you, his face hot.
A giddy smile spread across your face as you squealed, “Aww, you’re so cute when you get all shy, Peter.”
“What? I’m not—I’m fine. I’m great.”
“You’re fooling nobody, baby,” you muttered as you leaned up, pressing your lips against his in a slow kiss. As you pulled away you whispered against his lips, “And it’s adorable. I love it.”
You felt him smile against your lips right before he kissed you again, his way of silently accepting your weird affections.
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note a man that does nawt skip leg day🤤 i mean like look at those things !!
Reader stumbles into his mansion out of curiosity and becomes intrigued by him. She continues to go back and they develop a friendship. Playful flirting and sexual tension is would be great! I don’t care if there isn’t smut but I’m always into it.
Your writing is amazing sending all my love!!
𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐫.
𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: maestro!michael jackson x black!reader
𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you, curious and unbothered, sneaks into the gothic estate of the infamous maestro, a late-night trespassing game turns into a dangerous, high-voltage dance of playful teasing and electric chemistry.
𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: enemies to flirts, gothic romance, high sexual tension, playful banter, angst (with a happy ending), maestro!michael, based on ghosts (1996), a little short thing cause your girl didn't really know where to take it.
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.6k
𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐲’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: i'm gonna have to apologize for this one being short cause my brain was kicking my ass on where to take this so i just decided to leave it alone. however, i hope this was filled with some sort of tension and playful banter. maybe if i write for him again, i could do smut. i just gotta figure out how to go about it.
The gates of the Montagu Manor didn’t creak; they groaned, a heavy iron lament against the howling autumn wind. To the superstitious folk down in Normal Valley, that sound was the herald of doom—a warning that a shadowy, eccentric Maestro of the estate was stirring.
To you, it was practically a velvet rope inviting you inside.
You had always possessed an absurdly high tolerance for the strange. Ghost stories didn’t give you nightmares; they gave you itinerary ideas. While the townspeople whispered about flickering green lights in the grand turrets and phantom organ music echoing in the valley, you simply grabbed your coat, slipped past the rusted iron gates, and strolled up the winding stone path as if attending an evening gala.
The mahogany front doors groaned open the moment your foot hit the top step.
“Predictable, but nice flair,” you hummed aloud, stepping into the cavernous, vaulted foyer.
The air inside tasted of dried lavender, old leather, and a faint electric ozone—like the atmosphere just before a lightning strike. Towering sconces sparked to life one by one down the grand corridor, casting long, golden shadows across the gilded mirrors and velvet-draped walls.
“You know,” a smooth, melodious voice purred from the rafters, "uninvited guests usually have the decency to tremble.”
You looked up, unfazed, catching a blur of dark velvet and silver-embroidered silk descending lazily through the air. The Maestro landed without a sound, floating the last few inches before his polished leather boots touched the marble floor. He wore a sharp, Victorian-style tailcoat, his dark locks framing a face that was stunningly handsome, impossibly pale, and currently wearing a look of deep, theatrical offense.
"I left the door unlocked," he continued, taking a slow, predatory step toward you, his dark eyes gleaming with mischievous magic. "I didn't invite you to a promenade."
"If you wanted people to stay out, Maestro," you replied, leaning back against the grand arched entryway and crossing your arms, "you shouldn't make your haunt look so inviting. The gothic aesthetic really suits the place."
He paused, a slow, brilliant smile breaking across his features. His dark eyes glittered. "A connoisseur of the macabre. How refreshing."
That had been three weeks ago.
Now, your midnight visits were an unspoken ritual. You brought him stories from the outside world—a world he chose to keep at arm's length—and he offered you a sanctuary of whimsical enchantments, velvet couches, and banter that grew bolder with every passing night.
Tonight, the storm outside raged with a vengeance, but inside the manor’s private parlor, a roaring fire bathed the room in amber light.
You were lounged on a plush crimson settee, sipping tea that had magically poured itself from a silver pot twenty minutes ago. Maestro was pacing the perimeters of the room, his long fingers trailing over antique instruments, pretending to adjust a bust of Shakespeare while casting deliberate, lingering glances in your direction.
“You’re terribly quiet tonight,” you teased, setting your teacup down with a soft clink. “Plotting my demise, or sulking because your shadow lost at chess earlier?”
He gasped dramatically, clutching a gloved hand to his chest. "I never sulk. I brood. There is an art to it." He turned, his coat tail snapping around him as he stepped into the firelight. "And as for your demise... I haven't decided if you're more useful alive or as a permanent fixture of my spectral choir."
"Try to turn me into a ghost and I’ll haunt your wardrobe," you shot back smoothly. "You’d never wear silk again."
A low, rich laugh bubbled from his throat—a sound that vibrated right through the floorboards and settled somewhere warm in your chest.
"A cruel punishment," he murmured, his voice dropping an octave as he drifted closer. He leaned over the back of your settee, his face suddenly inches from yours. The scent of vanilla and night-blooming jasmine washed over you. "You have a dangerous tongue, little trespasser."
"And you have a habit of invading personal space," you replied, your breath hitching slightly despite your cool tone.
"Space is a human construct," he whispered, a sly tilt to his lips. "I am merely... expanding my territory."
Before you could offer a witty retort, he vanished. A soft puff of shimmering, dark mist was all that remained where he had been standing.
You rolled your eyes, sitting up. "Oh, very mature, Maestro."
Silence stretched over the room, save for the crackle of the fireplace. You stood up, walking toward the grand archway that led into the ballroom. "If you think popping out of a shadow is going to scare me tonight, you're going to be terribly disappointed."
You turned the corner into the darkened hall, turning your head left—
Slam.
You backed right into a solid, velvet-clad chest that definitely hadn't been there a millisecond ago.
"Looking for me?" his voice rumbled, dangerously close to your ear.
Startled for the first time all evening, you gasped and spun around, your heel catching on the edge of your hem. You began to tilt backward, but before you could fall, two long, steady arms wrapped securely around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest to catch you.
The impact knocked the breath right out of you.
The playfulness evaporated instantly, replaced by a thick, heavy silence. His hands were firm against the small of your back, holding you captive. You looked up, your chest rising and falling against his, and found his gaze locked onto yours. The dark depth in his eyes had turned stormy, heated, and utterly intense.
Up close, the power he usually kept cloaked beneath theatrical theatricality was palpable. It radiated off him like heat from a furnace. His gaze flicked down to your lips, his knuckles tightening slightly against your waist, sending a sudden, electric shiver straight down your spine.
"Careful," he murmured, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that felt like velvet against bare skin. "You might actually hurt yourself. And then who would I have to torment?"
"You... you caught me," you managed, your voice dropping to a breathless whisper. You didn't move away. In fact, your hands had instinctively rested against his chest, feeling the steady, magical thrum of his pulse beneath the fine fabric of his vest.
"I always catch what enters my lair," he purred, his head dipping lower, his lips hovering mere inches from the curve of your jaw. The heat of his breath flickered over your skin, making your pulse race. "The question is whether I ever let it go."
The air between you pulsed with an unbearable tension, a magnetic pull so tight it felt as though a single spark would set the whole manor ablaze.
Then, with a suave, wicked smirk, he subtly shifted his grip, sliding his hand down to take yours with practiced elegance. He took a step back, breaking the heavy contact, though his eyes never left yours.
"Come," he said softly, leading you toward the center of the vast, moonlit ballroom. "I believe I owe you a proper performance for your brave endurance tonight."
With a simple, careless flick of his free wrist, the grand piano in the corner began to play itself. A haunting, breathtaking waltz filled the air, the keys depressing under the touch of invisible, ghostly fingers.
Maestro drew you in, placing one hand gently at the small of your back and raising your linked hands high.
The Midnight Waltz began.
He moved like smoke—effortless, fluid, and intoxicating. He spun you across the polished marble floor, the shadows dancing in rhythm with your steps. Every turn brought you brushing against his length; every dip felt like a silent proposition. He was playing with you, leading you through a choreography of subtle touches, lingering gazes, and breathless pauses.
As the music swelled to its dramatic peak, he guided you toward a massive, ornate mirror framing the far wall—an antique piece encased in swirling silver serpents.
“Look,” he whispered in your ear, standing directly behind you, his hands resting lightly on your shoulders, his chin almost brushing your neck.
You looked into the glass. At first, it reflected only the two of you—a stunning contrast of your warm, glowing skin against his dramatic, dark elegance. But then, the glass shimmered like disturbed water.
The magical illusion shifted. In the reflection, the space between you dissolved entirely. The mirror didn't show where you were—it showed what the air between you was trying to do. Shadows wrapped around the two of you like a dark silk shroud, pulling your reflection back into his chest, his ghostly hands threading through your hair, his lips pressed intimately against the pulse of your neck while you leaned back into him, completely undone.
You let out a soft, sharp breath, your cheeks flushing deep crimson as the explicit desire portrayed in the mirror hung naked between you.
"The mirror doesn't tell lies, my sweet trespasser," Maestro murmured into your hair, his voice dripping with dark amusement and a hunger he was no longer bothering to hide. His real hands slid slowly down your arms, his fingers tracing a burning path down to your wrists. "It merely reflects... possibilities."
You turned around in his hold, stepping directly into his personal space, looking up into those intense, intoxicating eyes.
"And what if I like those possibilities?" you asked, your voice steady despite the hammer of your heart.
A dark, dangerously handsome smile spread across his face. He leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of your ear as his hands slid around your waist once more, pulling you impossibly close.
"Then I suggest," he whispered, his voice a sultry promise that guaranteed you wouldn't be leaving the manor anytime soon, "you stop teasing the monster... before he decides to consume you whole."
Summary: “I was wondering if you needed anything else for the night.”
Warnings: 18+, sub!mike, inexperienced!mike x experienced reader, PRAAIIISEEEEEE so much praise, crying, fluff(ish) ending, everything.. just so much, so many things, chronic desperation and eagerness
“How’s that feel? Good?” You say softly, continuing to grind your hand in an upward motion.
“Mhmm” Michael groans reassuringly. “Feels great.”
His head tilts back slightly as he closes his eyes to take in the feeling of your hands on him.
You smile to yourself proudly, “Good! I can-“
“Actually,” he interjects. “You don’t have to do this, I’m sorry.” he breaths out sharply, letting out a small chuckle. He removes your hand from his shoulder before dropping it completely.
“No, I don’t mind.. really! It’s what I’m here for, Mikey. Anything you need.” You insist.
You’ve been Michael’s personal assistant for about a year now. You were hired just after Off The Wall’s release and have been Michael’s right hand ever since.
The bond you shared was sweet which made it ten times harder for him to feel okay asking you to do things for him, especially unnecessary things like massaging out the knots between his shoulders.
You enjoyed taking care of Michael. Working for him was easy, he was never too hard on you, never too demanding. His shy and gentle nature made it easy for you to stay dedicated to his comfort. Plus, the small crush you had on him made everyday that much more exciting.
“Damn it, Michael…” he whispered to himself once you left the room, his back colliding with the mattress.
He couldn’t believe that he had you in his room with your hands roaming all over his body, wearing his favorite (painfully short) miniskirt and he still couldn’t muster up the courage to make a move on you.
You’re older than he is. He’ll be twenty-two in a few weeks and you just turned twenty-four. The closeness in age encouraged an easy partnership. On the other hand, the small gap made him doubt his chances with you.
A faint knock on the door disrupted his thoughts, “Yeah?” Michael shouted while sitting back up.
“I was just wondering if you needed anything else for the night, I was thinking about heading home if that’s okay.” You called out through the crack of the door.
“Oh! Umm.. no.. no, that’s okay. Thank you! Uh.. drive safe!” He scratches the back of his neck feeling defeated as he hears your footsteps walk down the hall, his window of opportunity shrinking with every step.
Before his brain could catch up to his body, his feet were already in the doorway and your name had already slipped past his lips.
You turned your head to see your handsome boss leaning against the doorframe and motioning you over to him.
“Could you come in.. please?” He asked meekly, looking everywhere but at you.
“Sure, Michael. What’s up?” You asked brightly, walking past him and stepping back into his room.
“Can you uh.. could you, maybe, give me some advice? I don’t want to burden you with my troubles but I’m not sure who else to ask.” He plops back onto his mattress, folding his hands in his lap.
You walk over to him, settling next to him at the edge of the bed and looking at his face intently. “Of course, what is it?”
You’re starting to get a bit nervous. His anxious twitching and fumbling with his fingers made you wonder what he was so worried about.
You place a hand on his knee attempting to calm his nerves and you didn’t miss the way a very faint, almost inaudible, gasp left his throat. “Hey,” you smiled. “It’s okay, you can ask me anything.”
“Well.. um, there’s this girl..” his soft voice trembled slightly into a near whisper. “I really like her, and I’m not sure what to do about it. I’m not very experienced… with women.” He confesses.
The shy admission caused your heart to swell. “Michael..” you huffed out a faint giggle. “That’s okay! You don’t have to be so nervous, girls aren’t as scary as they seem.” You nudge his arm with your elbow playfully.
His frame relaxes slightly as he lifts his head and turns it to you.
“I think you should go for it, Michael. Tell her how you feel. You’re very charming I think she’ll be super flattered.” You reassure, holding gentle eye contact.
His eyes widened. “You think I’m charming?”
The shock on his face made you giggle before nodding a hard yes, “Absolutely. You’re irresistible. Any girl would be lucky to have you. You have nothing to worry about.”
“You’re embarrassing me.” Michael bit back a smile while timidness danced across his cheeks leaving a ruby trail behind.
His adorably red face caused your own to blush. “It’s true, Michael.” You lift your hand to his back and caress the fabric comfortingly, the sudden contact causing him to twitch slightly under your touch. “Like I said, any girl would be lucky to have you.”
“It’s just that.. I’ve never really..” He trails off and exhales sharply.
After a beat of silence your curiosity gets the best of you, “Have you ever even kissed a girl, Michael?”
He clears his throat before answering, “Yeah.. I have. I’ve just never..” He looks back up at you through pleading eyes, hoping you don’t make him say it out loud.
“Oooh..” you nod in understanding, “That’s okay.”
You notice his posture slump defeatedly. You cup his face in your hands, forcing him to look at you. “There’s nothing to be ashamed of, Michael. I actually find that quite endearing…”
The rest of your encouragement drowned out into background noise by the flood of Michael’s thoughts. The feeling of your warm, soft hands caressing his cheeks and you previously telling him you found him irresistible was all that was playing on a loop in his head. Your glossy lips moving just inches from his own wasn’t helping his daze either.
A familiar ache started forming in his lower abdomen feeling the warmth of your face radiating onto his. You’re so close to him and it would be so easy for him to lean in and get everything he’s dreamt about for the past year. His heart thuds in his chest with every stroke of your thumb against his cheek.
You notice his eyes haven’t left your mouth the whole time you were talking and he doesn’t seem to be listening. A smile tugs at the corner of your lips before calling his name, “Michael.”
His eyes snap to yours breaking him from his trance. “I, um..” He bit down on his lower lip as his eyes trail back to yours. “..please.” He whispers, his eyebrows scrunching together slightly.
His soft whimper sent a shiver down your spine. “Please, what, Michael?” You inch closer, almost closing the gap between you completely.
“Please let me kiss you.” He whined.
You sunk your teeth into your bottom lip as a cheeky smile snuck onto your face. You parted your lips to agree but he filled the space before your words could.
He moaned into the kiss immediately. His arm slipped around your waist to pull you against him. The hunger of his movements caused an undeniable ache to throb between your thighs.
Your hands migrated from his face to the back of his neck, your fingers intertwining with his curls.
“I’ve wanted this for so long.” He mumbled against your lips. “Me too.” You confess.
His tongue pushes past your lips and begins exploring the inside of your mouth. You suck lightly at the wet muscle, the sweet taste causing you to squeeze your legs together.
“Mmm.” He hums against your lips. The sensual act caused the bulge in his jeans to push harder against the tight fabric.
You broke the kiss to leave a hot, wet trail from his lips to his jaw and up to his ear. “You taste so good, Michael.” You whispered, flicking your tongue slowly against his earlobe.
A soft cry ripped from his throat at the sensation. You pulled back slightly, just enough to get a glimpse of the large bulge throbbing beneath you. The evidence of his need caused enough saliva to pool in your mouth to force a hard swallow.
You pecked his lips softly but continued your kisses to his other ear, “I’m so wet for you, Mikey.” You whispered tauntingly. You tug at his hair gently, exposing his neck. You place an open-mouthed kiss underneath his jaw, sucking on the sensitive skin before grazing your teeth over it.
He tried to speak but it came out as a broken stutter, “C-can, can I-“ The feeling of your hand snaking up his thigh cut him off.
“Do you wanna feel how wet you make me, baby?” You mumble into his neck.
He nods impatiently, sliding his hand between your thighs. A small giggle escapes your throat at his eagerness. “Be patient, Michael.”
You grabbed his wrist and propped yourself back up side by side with him and draped your leg closest to him over his lap and in between his legs.
He groaned eagerly at the sudden pressure of your thigh resting on top of his bulge and his hips involuntarily bucked up against it. He dug his nails into your inner thigh in anticipation.
You hiked up your tight miniskirt, exposing the wet spot clinging to the crotch of your light pink cotton panties. His hold on your leg tightened at the sight.
“Please..” He begged, his voice laced with pathetic desperation.
You guided his hand slowly down to where you needed him most, letting go right before he reached your warm clothed center to give him full freedom to explore.
His hand impatiently pushed your underwear aside and pressed his long, thick fingers against your bare, wet, aching center.
You threw your head back at the sudden sensation and a loud, restrained moan escaped your lips. “Oh, Michael.”
His head fell in the nook of your neck, panting against you. Desperate whines left his lips as he continued exploring you.
“Oh my god,” he moaned your name in disbelief, “you’re so wet…. I did this to you?” His tone gave away his craving for your reassurance.
“You always do, baby.” You brought your hand to his face, catching his chin and forcing him to look at you before you continue. “Sometimes it’s so bad, as soon as I leave here I have no choice but to touch myself. You make me feel so good, Michael. I imagine you doing exactly this, touching my wet pussy and letting me cum all over your fingers.”
“Oh, mama…” He leaned forward, reconnecting your lips hungrily.
The padding of his middle and ring finger grazed over your throbbing clit causing a loud moan to rip from your throat and into his mouth.
He felt the swollen nub underneath his fingers and began rubbing tight, deliberate circles over it.
You gripped onto his bicep and began grinding your hips against his hand. The overwhelming sensation made it harder and harder for you to kiss him steadily. Your kisses became sloppy and slow. Eventually, your mouth fell open and he continued sucking on your bottom lip.
Your feverish grinding made his head spin. Watching you hump his hand greedily and moan his name was making him only want to please you more.
His hand moved from your dripping center back to your thigh causing you to whine at the loss of friction.
“I need to taste you, please.” He looked up at you, sliding off the bed and settling onto his knees below you.
He kept his eyes on your expression as he kissed up your thigh, “Teach me how to make you feel good.” He breathed into your skin.
“Please.” He begged, his fingers hooking around the hem of your underwear and sliding them down. Once they reached your ankles, he pulled them off and began sucking and licking up your inner calf, desperate to have you in anyway possible.
Your mouth fell open in awe at his desperation. His large hands clutched your inner thighs and spread them further, exposing your glistening, throbbing, needy core to him. He bit down on his lip hungrily at the sight.
“Please, baby.” He whined, tears welling up in his eyes.
You reached down and cupped his cheek, wiping away the tear tickling the corner of his eye.
“Look,” you instructed, bringing his head down, “you see how much I’m throbbing for you, Mikey?” You push your finger between your folds and spread them open, exposing your needy clit. He nods his head eagerly. “Lick me, right there.” Your hips arch forward in anticipation.
He pushes his head between your thighs and licks from your aching hole to the tip of your clit, collecting your arousal on his tongue. Your legs twitch at his soft touch and he moans at your taste. “So sweet.” He whispers to himself.
He pauses and looks up at you before doing it again on his own. He watches intently at the way your expression contorts into pure pleasure at the flick of his tongue.
Your stomach tightens at the overwhelming feeling of his tongue manipulating the most sensitive part of your body. Your hands tangle in his hair as you arch forward, pushing his head down into you more. “Just like that.. good job. Thank you for making me feel so good,” you cry out while grinding slowly against his tongue, “you’re so good at this, baby. Please don’t stop.”
His large hand grips your waist firmly, attempting to hold you in place. Noticing the absence of his other hand, you look down and see him using it to palm at his aching bulge over his jeans.
“M-Michael..” you stuttered out. “Take your pants off.” You instructed.
He looked up at you but he didn’t budge. He kept lapping his tongue at your dripping center. You pushed his head back slightly, his mouth detaching from you with a faint pop, forcing him to focus on your words.
“Stroke your dick for me, Michael. Please, baby? I really, really want to see you stroke your big cock for me. Touch yourself while you lick my pussy, Mikey. Can you do that for me, please?” You whine, your tone dripping with lust.
He stands up immediately, fumbling with his belt and pulling his jeans and boxers down in one swift motion. His dick sprung free from the restrictive denim and he groaned feeling it smack against his lower abdomen.
You watch him in awe as he wraps his large hand around his heavy shaft and strokes himself slowly from base to tip, dangerously close to your face. With your legs still wide open, you begin feeling yourself clench around nothing at the erotic sight.
He bent down, placing a sloppy open-mouthed kiss to your lips. His tongue desperately tasting the inside of your mouth.
He reaches down and pushes two fingers inside you causing you to gasp loudly into the kiss. His massive, elongated fingers stretching you caused you to dig your nails into his forearm and bite down on his lower lip. He curls them inside and moans at the feeling of your weeping pussy sucking him in, “Oh, fuck.” He groans.
He pulls his fingers back out and collects the mixture of your wetness and his saliva leaking out of you onto his fingers and strokes his dick with your evidence of desire.
“Oh, Michael..” you whimper at the erotic sight in front of you.
“Need you on my mouth again.” He whispers, kneeling down and positioning himself between your legs just like before as he begins sucking on your clit relentlessly.
“Please, mama… use my tongue again. Need to watch you.” He moans against your slick core, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through your stomach and lower half.
“Oh, god. Michael..” You cry out. The feeling of his tongue lap at your clit desperately mixed with the lewd sounds of him pumping himself was almost too much.
Your hands grip onto the back of his head as he sticks his tongue out, begging for you to use it. You arch your hips forward and grind down on his tongue harshly. You both moan at the feeling.
“Oh my- oh- oh god.” You whimper.
He jerks himself faster below you, snaking his hand up the front of your shirt and caressing the soft skin underneath. His fingers grazed against your erect nipple sending chills through your whole body. You internally thank yourself for not wearing a bra today.
The padding of his thumb traced teasing circles over your nipple, causing you to arch your back into his touch. The hot coil in your stomach tightens at the overstimulation of the moment.
Your thighs tremble around his head and your hands tug at his hair at your nearing release, “M-Michael. I’m so close, baby. I’m so close.”
He laps at your core eagerly, desperate to feel you cum on his mouth. “Hmmm…” he hums, wrapping his lips around your clit.
The strong vibration caused you to come undone completely around his tongue. Creamy, slick liquid leaked out of you and onto his tongue. Your hole clenched and pulsated in his mouth as a loud cry ripped from your throat, “I’m cu-.. I’m cumming.. I’m cumming, oh fuck.”
He continued to suck and lick your throbbing center, swallowing every last drop of your cum.
“Mmm.. you look so pretty cumming in my mouth.” He whined against you. “Fuck..” he panted, his dick twitching in his palm, “I’m so close-“
“Not yet, come here.” You instructed. “Put your dick inside me, I wanna feel you.” You curled your finger, motioning him upwards.
You scooted back on the mattress as he climbed over you. He connected your lips in a desperate, hungry kiss. You pulled his shirt over his head and hugged him flush against your body.
He rubbed his dick along your entrance, his head falling between your breasts and a muffled moan escaping his lips. You caressed his head soothingly, “Cum inside me, baby.” You whispered.
He pushed his tip into you, stretching you so wide it almost felt masochistic. “Mama.. oh god,” he panted, “fuck- ahh.. oh my god.” He whimpered into your chest.
He pushed his whole length into you in a slow drag, a satisfied shriek ripping from your throat. “Uh huh.. yes, baby. Just like that. Good boy.” You praised breathlessly.
The tender reassurance made him feel dizzy. He pulled out of you slowly and sharply snapped his hips back into you. You feel warm liquid trickle down your collarbone as he pants into your chest.
You grab his face and the eyes that meet yours are hooded with pleasure and flooded with tears. “You feel so good, mama. You’re so tight.. I can’t take it..” he cries.
Your heart swells with adoration, causing you to pout. “You’re doing such a good job, baby. I’m so proud of you.” You whisper, brushing your lips against his before reconnecting them.
He strokes two more times in you before you feel him begin to twitch inside you. “Oh fuck.. I-I’m, I’m gonna-“ he strains against your mouth.
You inch his face back just barely enough to admire his expression, “That’s it, baby. Good job…” you encourage his release.
He grinds his hips upwards one more time, crying out your name like a prayer. “Mama… mama, it’s so- it feels- thank you, thank you.. oh my god, I’m-” he blurts out with tears streaming down his face as you feel his cum paint the inside of your walls clenching around him. You moan at the feeling of his warm liquid filling you up.
He collapses onto your chest and you both lie there in disbelief, your rapid heartbeats syncing with each other. He catches his breath and begins kissing slow, loving kisses up your neck until he reaches your lips again.
You sink into the tender kiss and wrap your arms around his neck, the kiss becoming lazy and sloppy. “You’re perfect.” He whispers faintly into your mouth.
A timid smile blossoms upon your face at the sweet affection. “You’re making me shy, stop!” You squeal bashfully.
“That is what makes you shy?” He says sarcastically, a loud laugh filling the room.
“Hey!” You light-handedly tap his cheek with a false annoyed expression on your face and he giggles.
“I’m teasing, baby. I’m sorry.” He apologizes, leaning down to place a kiss on the corner of your mouth.
“Mhmm..” you hum with a satisfied smile.
“Will you sleep with me tonight? Please?” He places ticklish kisses on your forehead, “Please?” Then your cheeks, “Please?” Then your chin, and your nose and your eye lids - anywhere he can see.
You giggle pushing him off of you slightly, turning your head away. “Okay! Okay! I will. I promise!”
He nuzzles into your neck as both his arms scoop you up coming between you in the mattress, taking a whiff of your warm scent. “I love you.” He says softly into your skin.
Your heart flutters at the sudden confession. “Your hearts racing.” He whispers, looking up at you.
His doe eyes pull at your heart strings and a soft “I love you too” escapes your lips before your mind can process it.
An adoring smile dances across his face as he plants another tender kiss to your lips.
You chuckle against his mouth when you remember, “so who’s the girl?”
♱ summary: you answered a phone that wasn’t supposed to ring. somehow, it connected you to michael jackson. except… it’s 1982 for him. and 2026 for you.
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tags: @goldennpalimpsest @hilslovesbyler
december 2026 .
the phone wasn’t even supposed to work.
it had been sat in the back of your grandmother’s closet for years, tangled in old, dusty christmas lights and old chargers that didn’t even fit anything anyone owned anymore.
“vintage!” your friend called it.
“nope, electronic waste.” you corrected.
still, you plugged it in.
suddenly, it rang.
you answered it because it was 2026, an old piece of junk phone wasn’t actually ringing, it was probably just malfunctioning.
“hello?”
static.
“..hello?”
a young man’s voice, definitely not a malfunction.
“who is this?”
“i was about to ask you the same thing.”
you should’ve hung up, but you didn’t.
“tell me who you are first!”
“michael.”
“…michael?”
the line crackled slightly.
“jackson.”
you laughed.
“pfft, yeah right, that’s ridiculous.”
you carried on.
“and i’m rihanna.”
“..who?”
“you don’t know rihanna..?”
“no?..”
“right..”
maybe he was commited to the bit.
“so you’re michael jackson.. right?”
“yes.”
“the michael jackson?”
“i don’t know what you mean by the michael jackson.”
he sounded genuinely confused.
“you sing.”
“yes..”
“billie jean, right?”
“i haven’t.. i haven’t released that yet.”
silence.
you blinked, “excuse me?”
“i said i haven’t released that yet.”
“no i heard you.”
you grabbed your laptop from your bedside table and went to google.
michael jackson “billie jean” release date.
1983.
you frowned.
“wait.”
“what?”
“what did you say your name was again?”
“michael jackson.”
“and.. what year is it?”
“1982.”
you stopped typing, your fingers hovered above the keyboard.
you nervously laughed.
“that’s— that’s not funny.”
“i’m not joking?”
“no.” you shook your head.
“if you’re gonna prank call, atleast use a year after smartphones.”
“smart.. what?”
you went silent for longer this time.
“okay.” you laughed nervously.
“if this is one of those ai voice things, it’s really scarily convincing.”
“.. what’s ai?”
your stomach dropped.
you were slightly whispering now.
“can you.. can you tell me todays date?”
“december 5th.”
“..and the year?”
“1982.”
you looked down to the calender on your laptop screen.
december 5 2026.
44 years, exactly.
neither of you spoke.
until michael broke the silence.
“are you.. still there?”
you swallowed.
“yeah..”
another pause.
“what year did you say it was for you?”
you looked back at the glowing numbers on your screen, then at the old phone in your hand.
“you wouldn’t believe me.”
“i have a feeling.. that i might.”
you stared at the phone.
“2026.”
silence stretched between you.
“twenty.. twenty six.”
he said it like he was just learning numbers for the first time.
“yeah.”
“44 years?”
“yeah.”
“if this is a joke..” he laughed nervously, “it’s a very elaborate one.”
“i could say the same to you!”
“i suppose you could.”
you smiled.
“so.. how can we prove it?” he asked.
“i don’t know..”
“there must be something.”
you glanced around your room slightly, not sure what for though.
your eyes landed on a digital clock placed on your desk.
“i could tell you things about your future.” you suggested.
when he spoke again he sounded slightly different, cautious almost.
“i don’t know if i want to know my future.”
that stopped you, you hadn’t considered that.
you knew what happened during his life, and you wouldn’t want to know either.
“..you’re right,” you said softly. “forget i suggested that.”
“what if..” he started.
“what?”
“if you told me something that’s already happened, something i’d know.”
you frowned.
“like what?”
“i don’t know.” he laughed, “you’re supposed to be from the future.”
you laid back on your bed, staring at the ceiling. thinking.
“okay.. you released thriller in 1982.”
“yes.”
“it became the biggest selling album ever.”
a pause.
“..really?”
“really.”
“..how would you know that?”
“because.. where i’m from everyone knows that.”
for a moment, none of you spoke.
then he spoke, in almost a whisper.
“i always hoped people would remember it, remember me.”
your chest tightened.
“they do.”
you swallowed.
“they really, really do.”
all you could hear now was michael’s breathing.
“i..” he laughed nervously, “don’t really know what to say.”
“you don’t have to.”
“i’ve spent years wondering if any of it truly matters.”
“it does.”
“..how can you be so sure?”
you smiled.
“i just am.”
“thank you.”
you looked out your window.
the city was settling into evening. cars passed beneath your apartment, people walked dogs, someone somewhere was playing music loud enough to hear through the glass.
“so…” you said, “what were you doing before the phone rang?”
“i couldn’t sleep.”
“me neither.”
“i was pacing through my room.” he laughed quietly. “trying to avoid rehearsing.”
“you procrastinate?”
“terribly.”
you grinned.
“that’s actually comforting.”
“why?”
“i don’t know.” you shrugged, even though he couldn’t see it. “it’s nice finding out legends are just people.”
there was a pause.
“…legends?”
you froze.
“…forget I said that.”
“i don’t think I can.”
heat crept onto your face.
“please.”
he chuckled.
“i’ll pretend I didn’t hear it.”
“you’d better.”
“i make no promises.”
for the first time since answering the phone, you laughed without forcing it.
“…you have a nice laugh,” he said.
you blinked.
“so do you.”
another silence.
a comfortable one this time.
“so,” he asked after a while, “what do people do for fun in 2026?”
you smiled.
“oh god, you’re going to regret asking me that.”
“why?”
“because i have to explain the internet.”
“the what?”
you laughed again.
“okay… imagine if your television, your radio, your newspaper, your telephone, your mail, and every library in the world got mashed together.”
“…that sounds exhausting.”
“it kind of is.”
you both laughed.
it’s now been a couple weeks.
you find yourself on the dusty, old telephone talking to michael jackson practically every night.
surprising, you’ve become good friends.
december 29 .
it was again one of those nights where you found yourself sat in bed with the telephone, talking to michael.
“i wish i could meet you.” he said softly.
“like me, right now, with you, right now.. or in the future?”
you laughed, “what?”
“i don’t know! it’s confusing!” he laughed with you, “i just.. wish i could see you, right now.”
your chest tightened slightly.
“me too.”
michael was silent for a moment.
“..well what about me now? in 2026..”
you went silent.
you couldn’t tell him.
you wouldn’t forgive yourself if you told him.
what were you supposed to even say if you were to tell him?
“what about you?”
“can you not meet me?”
“maybe i’ll remember you!”
your heart ached for him.
“you said you didn’t want to know about your future.”
“..well.” his voice softened, “i don’t know.” he admitted.
“you made it sound..” he paused, searching for the word. “complicated.”
you stared at the cord wrapped around your finger.
“it is.”
“but you’re still here.”
“..yeah.”
“you still answer when i call.”
you smiled sadly.
“i’ll always answer when you call.”
the words slipped out before you could stop them.
michael didn’t say anything for a while.
“i think..” his voice barely above a whisper.
“i think if we never meet.. i’d still be glad i knew you.”
your eyes stung.
you laughed slightly to stop yourself from crying.
“you’re making this really difficult.”
“i’m sorry.”
“no, no.” you whispered, “don’t be.”
the line crackled.
for a second, you thought the call was going to end.
“do you think..” michael began, “that some people are just meant to find eachother?”
you looked down at the old telephone sat in your lap.
a phone that should not work.
a phone that should not connect two people 44 years apart.
“..i think,” you said slowly, “maybe..”
another silence settled between the two of you.
comfortable and sad.
neither of you wanted the call to end.
“it’s getting late.” he said eventually.
“it is.”
“i’ll call tomorrow?”
“you’d better.”
he laughed softly.
“i will.”
“..goodnight michael.”
“goodnight.”
the line clicked, static.
then nothing.
you stayed there for a long time holding the receiver to your ear, listening to the empty line, hoping he’d come back.
he didn’t.
you placed the phone on your bedside table.
outside, snow began to fall.
you glanced at the calendar.
december 29 2026 .
for some reason, you just couldn’t shake this feeling that something was bound to change.
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