about me: hi iโm kami and i am 20 years old, i am a softball player and wrestler, and i have 2 cats i love dearly!
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the outsiders
life is strange
uconn wbb pt. 2
outer banks
juju watkins
1k celly
lsu wbb
alysa liu
michael jackson (maybe)
fandom(s) i am currently writing for: michael jackson
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from now (06-04-26) to whenever i stop writing fanfics, reader will always be plus size! i barely ever see representation for plus size women in lots fandoms, so i am taking it on myself to do it
will write: smut, fluff, homophobia (if itโs based in the 60s-80s there will be homophobia) racism (same as homophobia), angst
wont write: sexual assault, incest, death, pedophilia, bodily fluid kinks (besides dacryphilia or cum)
pairings โฉโฉ
will write: girl x girl, girl x boy, threesomes
wont write: boy x boy (not bc im homophobic or anything, i just donโt know how to write for it because i am a woman), anything higher than 3 people in a relationship
โหโก featuringโหโก โ jaafar jackson, randy jackson jr, jermajesty jackson
๊ฐ contents ๊ฑ suggestive content. mdni.
โหโก author's noteโหโก โ inspired by this post
JAAFAR JACKSON โ You were staring at your shirtless boyfriend as he scrolled through his phone. He looked so effortlessly domestic, yet unbelievably attractive in nothing but a pair of sweatpants. His hair was adorably messy, and his skin still had a sun-kissed glow from your trip to Italy, making his biceps and abs look even more delicious.
You had to ask, and when you finally did, Jaafar got all flustered and nervous, thinking he'd misheard you.
"Honey, can you say that again, please?" he asked, setting his phone down to make sure there was no way he could miss what you said the second time. "I asked if you'd let me ride your abs and biceps," you said staring at his shirtless body, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.
It turned out Jaafar hadn't misheard you at all. He'd heard every word perfectly and he was completely speechless. You were no saint, but you'd never made a proposition like that before.
He was taken aback by your question, but that didn't stop his dick from twitching beneath his sweatpants.
His gaze darkened as he found your eyes, then slowly closed the distance between you while you sat on the couch.
"Is that what you really want?" he whispered in a low, seductive voice, his hand gently wrapping around your ankle as his thumb traced slow, soft circles against your skin.
Now you were the one caught off guard by his sudden change in demeanor.
"Yes, please." You whispered in return.
"Wait for me in the bedroom with nothing on, princess."
RANDY JACKSON JR โ It was Randy's turn to cook dinner, so there you were, watching your shirtless boyfriend as he worked in the kitchen. Before you knew it, your mouth had blurted out something you'd been thinking about for days.
"Would you let me ride your abs and biceps?" Your eyes went wide the moment you realized what had just come out of your mouth.
Randy turned around, one brow raised. "What did you just ask me?"
"Nothing?" you replied, giving him a nervous smile.
"No, no, don't get all shy on me now, mama." He draped the towel over his shoulder, turned off the stove, and gave you his full attention. "Say it with your chest." He gently tugged at the delicate piece of jewelry resting against you, a playful smile tugging at his lips.
"Would you let me ride your abs and biceps?"
"Of course, baby. You know you can get whatever you want as long as you ask." He smiled. "Now eat. You need energy for all that riding."
JERMAJESTY JACKSON โ Jermajesty was playing on his PS5 while you watched him.
You couldn't help but notice the way his biceps flexed whenever the game got more intense or when he made a mistake and grew frustrated. The sight was delightful, to say the least. Not only was he putting on a gun show, but he was also shirtless, making the view even more enjoyable.
Your mind couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to ride his biceps and abs. A friend had told you about doing just that with her boyfriend not long ago, and ever since then, every time Jermajesty's abs or biceps were on display, your thoughts always seemed to wander there.
Nervousness washed over you at the thought of asking the question. The worst he could say was no, right?
"Maj?" you asked after he finished another round. "Yes, baby?" He turned to look at you.
"Would you let me rideโ"
"Yes," he interrupted before you could finish. "You didn't even let me finish," you said, blinking at him.
"So?" he asked. "Fine, go on," he added when you glared at him.
"Would you let me ride your abs and biceps?"
"You just wasted some riding time by making me listen to you, pretty." he dramatically sighed. "The answer is yes, but let me eat that pussy first"
You are pregnant with Jermajesty's baby, and itโs almost time for you to go into labor, and you're forcing Jermajesty to shave for you, and you're over here making smart-ass comments like โmake my shit clean bitchโ just a funny little scene ๐ฅด๐ฅด
youโre propped up on the edge of your tub, belly heavy and full, practically resting on your thighs. you're due any day now, and out of all the strange nesting urges youโve had over the last nine months, this one takes the cake: your nani cannotโunder any circumstancesโbe hairy when this baby makes its grand entrance.
since reaching past your bump is a physical impossibility at this point, the duty falls on jermajesty.
heโs sitting on a low stool between your knees, holding a pink razor in one hand and a can of sensitive-skin shaving cream in the other. yoh would think he was performing delicate open-heart surgery. his brow is deeply furrowed, his tongue is slightly poked out in pure focus, and his eyes are wide as he squirts the foam onto his hand.
you look down at him, and the sheer concentration on his face sends a snicker bubbling up your throat.
he doesn't even look up, completely in the zone. "don't laugh, baby. you're the one who demanded this. and keep still."
that just makes you giggle harder. the image of this handsome man, dead serious, staring so intently between your legs with a razor in hand is just too much to handle.
before he can even ask whatโs so funny, you grab your phone off the nightstand, tap into tiktok, and hit record with the flash turned all the way up. the bright light flashing directly into his focused face, and the audio blaring: "make my shit straight, bitch ass nigga."
jermajesty winces, blinking hard at the sudden blinding light. his head snaps up, his serious face melting into pure, unadulterated disbelief as he realizes you're recording him mid-shave for the whole internet to see.
he groans, throwing his hand up to block the flash while still holding the razor precariously in the other. "i'm down here doing labor-prep sanitation and you're making tiktoks?!"
youโre laughing so hard the whole bed is shaking, your bump jiggling along with your wheezing laughs.
"stop moving!" he says, trying to stay stern, but a grin starts breaking through his annoyed face as he looks back down at his work. "if you mess up my line because you're laughing at me, don't blame me."
you wheeze, wiping a tear from your eye as you finally pause the recording.
he shakes his head, letting out a soft sigh as he carefully resumes his duty, muttering under his breath, "unbelievable.โ
แฅซแญก fai speaks: accidentally posted this before it was done, no tags or nothing ๐ญ if you seen it, no you didnโt.
โmichael! open upโ you yell from the other side of the door as he pulls you in. โfinally,โ he sighs, taking the bag from you. โnuh uh, gotta say thank you.โ you pull it away before he can grab it. it was almost midnight, but your always inspired best friend just had to ask you to get gum for him! how else would he be able to concentrate? annoy you while chewing. โthank you. youโre the best.โ โi better be.โ you smile, laying on the bed as he continues writing down his lyrics. moments of silence between you both were normal, something you both preferred, too afraid to admit that what you really wanted was each otherโs presence.
after loudly sighing for a good five minutes, you decide to pull out some big red gum, aka his favorite, chewing it before returning to staring at the ceiling. the bed slightly dips as michael rolls back onto it next to you.โno!โ you laugh as you feel his hands ghost your waist, already knowing heโs ready to tickle you. โcan i get some?โ โyes? you literally sent me to get them,โ you say, propping yourself up to grab one. โno. i want yours.โhis eyes look down at you, transforming you into a giggling mess โ something only he could do. โhow would that work?โ
he smiles, shifting closer to you. โyou have something on your ear.โโwhat? what?โ your eyes widen as you move closer to him, curious and slightly worried. before you can question it again, his hand gently tilts your jaw, and his lips meet yours in one swift kiss. itโs soft, quick, almost like heโs testing if this is real. his tongue brushes against yours for a brief moment before he pulls away.
โwhereโs my gum?โ you ask, smacking his shoulder playfully as you laugh.he stares at you, chewing obnoxiously as you feel your cheeks heat up, suddenly aware of every feeling swirling in your stomach. did he just kiss you?
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synopsis: ย request/prompt fill: Another Marlon smut where he and reader are in a secret relationship from the media but there are a couple times where they almost get caught in public
word count: 2.3k
warnings: mdni 18+. dry humping, brief nipple play, fingering, semi-public foreplay, edging (but not in the way you think lol)
an: aight so boom, i actually donโt take requests, but bc thereโs nothing on my page saying i donโtโฆ..iโma do it bc i happen to like the prompt and the man involved lol. if ever open requests, i'll let ya'll know, but for now this is the first and last.
โthis is risky.โ you murmur, as you dance against your man on the dance floor of some hole in the wall youโd never even heard of before.
how marlon found it was beyond you, but you didnโt mind it at all. it was a small spot with good music, good drinks, and people who didnโt seem to give a damn who you were. that didnโt mean no one was watching though. you saw a couple squint at the two of you, trying to make heads or tales of the man in aviators behind you before giving up and blaming their almost-recognition on their drunk and tipsy states.ย ย
โainโt nobody worried about me in here,โ marlon said in your ear, โweโre good.โ
you turn around in his arms, wrapping your own around his neck and press a kiss to his lips. alcohol and the mints you both tried to hide it with mingled on your breath as you made out on the dance floor to a song you were far too tipsy to care about. marlonโs hands slipped down to your ass and you gasped into his mouth, when his grip tightened. โboyโฆโ you warned him, looking up with your eyebrows raised.
his eyes were hidden by his sunglasses, but the devilish grin spread across his full lips let you know exactly where his head was at. you placed a warm hand on his bare chest, loving how he kept most of his silk shirt unbuttoned to show off his gold chains. you gently took hold of one of the gold pendants careful not to leave fingerprints before letting it fall back against his chest. โyou checkinโ out the merchandise?โ he questions with a laugh.
โno, iโm checkinโ you out,โ you say as you reach up to kiss him again, โyou look good.โ
โnot as good as you, mama.โ he says against your lips.
you feel his hands on your waist, his grip tight as if someone else could snatch you up at any moment. it almost makes you want to tell him that youโre his and his only. there was a real effort that had to go into making relationships like yours work. moments like these were rare. you donโt get to just walk around in the streets holding hands or hit up your friends to go on double dates. you and marlon had to dance around each other if you happened to be at the same event, and in some cases you couldnโt even look at each other. your stolen looks could easily be interpreted as something improper. he liked to look you up and down and bite his lip, you would start twirling a curl around your finger when you spotted him. neither one of you could help it, you were drawn together and couldnโt keep your eyesโฆor hands off of each other.ย
hiding a relationship from the media wasnโt out of the ordinary, but it made you feel as though you were both doing something you should be ashamed of. after the backlash that came from his three older brothers getting married, marlonโs father came down on his youngest boys with an iron fist. if even one camera caught them dating, they would feel his wrath. the media was constantly on โwedding watchโ with the jackson boys, calling them eligible bachelors, despite their fansโ insistence that no more marriages could happen unless it was to them. you found all three sides ridiculous, but knew the entertainment industry was nonsensical in and of itself. itโs what made your position in this world more interesting, you supposed. playing bass guitar for the opening acts on larger tours meant you saw all the glitz and glamour, but never really found yourself too deep in it.ย
you were okay with that, though. meeting marlon was the best thing that came out of it.
โyou two are too cute, here drinks on me.โ a waitress giggled as she slid past the two of you with a tray of shot glasses.
โoh we couldnโtโโ marlon started.
โi insist!โ she pushed.
you both looked at each other and wasted no time grabbing the glasses off the tray and downing them. tonight you were here to have fun and visit whatever dive bar and seedy club you both could get into and not be noticed. โyou knock your shit back like an old ass man,โ marlon laughed, placing his empty glass back on the tray.
you put yours back and thanked the waitress as she danced away, giggling. you thought it was strange, but maybe sheโd been drinking on the clock. โyouโre just a lightweight, baby.โ you smile, and stand on your toes to kiss his cheek, โletโs head to the next spot.โ
marlon grabbed your hand and you both moved through the sea of bodies and up the steps to the entrance of the club. he stopped suddenly, causing you to almost run into his back. you scrunched your face up and went to ask him what was wrong, but he moved slightly to the left so you could see properly. outside of the tinted glass of the club were cameras flashing, and people lined up on the sidewalk as if someone important were coming. the bouncer at the door looked back at the both of you and chuckled, โgood luck gettinโ out of here. someone tipped off the press that a jacksonโs cominโ.โ
you frowned. โreally? which one?โ marlon asked casually, and you looked up at him like he was stupid.
โuh, the one that looks like prince.โ he shrugged, โi donโt know them boys like that and frankly i donโt care, i want these people gone so my regulars can get in.โ
marlon snorted and you coughed into your arm to hide your laugh. โthatโs crazy, they know what time heโs gonna get here? โcause i heard heโs down the street at ritaโs with his brother michael.โ he said.
the bouncer raised an eyebrow, โand you know that how?โ
โdoes it matter? you want them gone and michael fuckinโ jackson is right down the street.โย
he seemed to actually think about it, much to your surprise and went outside to talk to the crowd. that was when you looked up at marlon and frowned. โisnโt michael actually at a private party at ritaโs?โย
โyup.โ
โmarlon.โ
โmarโโ
โmy interview isnโt until 1:00, you know how much i can get done in 30 minutes?โย
โwhat if we get caught?โ
โwhatโs so wrong with that, baby?โ
straddling your manโs lap in an unlocked dressing room with an interview looming over him was making your heart flutter. your anxiety was through the roof and marlon knew it, but he wouldnโt let you lock the door or move, his grip on your waist keeping you locked in place. he was pushing it on purpose, a heated conversation with his father being the cause and while you didnโt want to be in the middle of their relationship, the feeling of his hard dick straining in his jeans against you was too much.
you were right where you wanted to be.
he pressed a kiss to your lips and you melted instantly, allowing him to control every stage of the kiss that came next. you felt his tongue nudging against your lips, asking for entrance and obliged him. you swore you could hear every footstep and heel click in the hallway, but it was just the sound of your lips smacking together from your makeout session. then you thought you could hear doorknobs turning, but it was only you groaning into each otherโs mouths because you had begun rolling your hips against his.ย
โyou sure you wanna do that?โ he dipped his head down and started kissing and sucking on your neck.
โyou already hard, ainโt you? i can feel you, baby,โ you sigh, tilting your head to the side and allowing him to devour the juncture between your neck and shoulder, โyou wanted this so badโฆโ
โi did,โ he chuckles against your neck, โand i always get what i want, right?โ
you feel his hand snake up the back of your t-shirt, โnothinโ but a spoiled celebrity,โ you say as he fiddles with the clasp of your bra.
โyou could tell me no,โ he expertly unhooks the clasp and you feel the straps fall around your shoulders, only to be held in place at your upper arms because of your t-shirt, โmake me work for itโฆโ
he takes one nipple between his fingers and rolls it between them. you gasp, your rebuttal dying on your lips as you rut against him. โโm i workinโ for it, mama?โ he asks, his voice husky.
youโre about to find a way to rip his jeans off when you hear a knock at the door. if you couldโve, youโre sure you wouldโve jumped three feet in the air from how much that knock scared the hell out of you. marlon quickly helps you fix your bra, and you both move to straighten your clothes to the best of your ability. your pulse is still racing and you thank goodness no one can tell how flushed you probably are. marlon, bless his heart, couldnโt hide it but could likely blame it on something; he was quick on his feet, he'd be fine.ย
you take a quick glance at his jeans and grab your jacket to throw over his lap. โput it away mar,โ you whisper.
โnow you know good and damn wellโโ
the knock comes again and you both give the person a too loud โcome in!โ in unison.
jackie peaks his head in and looks between the two of you before rolling his eyes, โget out here, cbs is ready.โ
โshe wasโฆteaching me the bassโโ
โainโt no guitar in here man, letโs go.โ
you just shake your head at him in exasperation.ย
industry parties were a drag, but you tried your hardest to pretend like you wanted to be there. it was hard to watch all of the couples hang off of each other when you knew your man was in the same building, and the two of you could barely be within ten feet of each other. you spotted the three eldest jacksons and their wives mingling with other guests. michael was stuck to a wall, smiling awkwardly at people as they approached him. you knew he was likely at his limit for the night and was ready to go. the boysโ father had a three hour rule for parties and they were onlyโฆ
you glanced at a clock on the wall and frowned. 30 minutes in.ย
randy seemed to be enjoying himself, leading a soul train line on the dance floor. the only jackson you couldnโt spot was marlon. he was typically with michael, helping him field all of the people who swarmed, or the both of them could be found with randy laughing to themselves about something or other, but you couldnโt find him anywhere. you walk over to the bar and order a vodka soda, hoping itโll calm your nerves a bit. if you had to be here without your man, you were at least going to have a little fun.
โvodka soda for the lady,โย
you smile and thank him before taking a sip, your face scrunching a bit at the taste. โletโs trade, i donโt think you like that one very much,โ a familiar voice said.
to your left, sitting two seats down is marlon with a fruity looking drink in his hands and a cheeky smile on his face. โwhen did you get here, mr. jackson?โ you ask, casually, sliding your drink down to him.
he slides his back and shrugs before taking a sip of your vodka soda. you laugh when he winces, โyouโre nuts, girl.โย
โthanks for the trade,โย
โyou owe me one.โ he says as he gets up from his stool.ย
โhow can i ever repay a world famous member of the jacksons?โ you question, eyebrow raised in curiosity.
he shrugs and turns to you, โwell, we do need a new bass guitarist next week for a gig at the mill run theater, but i think i need to work out some logistics in my office. you mind coming with me to talk about it?โ
you try not to laugh, taking a small sip of marlonโs margarita and shrugging, โi donโt know, i heard you guys already have a good bassist. not sure if heโd be too happy to be replaced.โ
โdonโt make this difficult.โ he says in a deadpan and turns to leave the ballroom.
a laugh finally escapes you and you wait a few minutes, lingering at the bar and greeting a familiar face or two before following him out. heโs walking up a set of stairs already and you slow your pace, even though there are less people out there. the hotel clerks are at their stations and while they arenโt watching, youโre sure you still need to be careful. when you reach the top of the steps, you spot him holding an elevator door open, waiting for you to join him. you down the rest of your drink and place the glass on a nearby table before making your way over to the open elevator door. the moment you hear the doors close, marlon presses the button for the 5th floor, and he grabs you by the waist before dropping a sloppy, wet kiss to your lips. your eyes slipped shut and you moaned softly, arching into him. โyou look so fuckinโ good,โ he mumbled against your jaw before peppering kisses down your neck.
โyou wear that liโl red dress fโme?โย
โmightaโ, you like it?,โ you smirked, feeling the buzz from your drink.ย
โi think iโd like it better offโฆโ he stands back and looks you up and down.
โbut i picked it out just for you,โ you sigh, grabbing his chains and pulling him closer.
โthere you go touching my chains againโฆโ he laughs and kisses you again, โyou want one?โ
โyeahโฆbut right now, iโd rather have them in my face.โ
marlon pauses and stares you in the eyes as you blink innocently at him, tilting your head to the side. the elevator dings, but neither of you move at first. itโs only when an elderly couple clears their throat that you both snap out of your trance. marlon gives them a polite smile and drags you out of the elevator, to the empty hallway leading to your room. heโs quiet, which is never a good sign. marlonโs silence, typically, meant he was plotting. the chain comment had him stuck, and you had to pat yourself on the back for that.ย
you watched him as he pulled a key out of his pocket and unlocked the hotel room door before dragging you inside. you shut the door with your foot and pull up the latch. when you turn, heโs already in your face, capturing your lips in a kiss. โhow much was that dress?โ he questions, kissing you before you can even think to answer.
all you can do is wait for him to finish, your thong becoming damp at how aggressive he was being. when he finally allowed you to answer, you were breathless, โuh, maybe $70, i had to have it let out a littleโโ
the ripping noise your dress made when he hiked it over your hips and ass made you look up at him in shock. โmarlon jackson, i donโt have a change of clothes and did you not just hear me sayโโ
he silences you with a kiss, his index finger hooking into the waistband of your thong as he slips it down your thick thighs. โyou think i didnโt come prepared, baby?โ he whispered in your ear, โanโ iโll buy you a new dress anโ a chain to match it.โ
โi want two to match you.โ you demand, still upset about your dress.
he laughs, his tipsy state making it come out as more of a giggle, โfine, two. iโm puttinโ my name on โem though. want people to know youโre mines.โ
โi thought we didnโt want the media knowing about us,โ a surprised gasp tumbles from your lips as he nudges you open with his fingers.
โi got your name on mine because i want the world to know iโm yours,โ he kisses you, still working you open as you moan into his mouth.
โbut what aboutโโ
he silences you with another kiss,ย โiโm tired of hidinโ you. i donโt wanna avoid you in public, sneak around, nothinโ.โ
โbaby i,โ you pause when he scissors his fingers and you take a sharp inhale, โlove youโฆi wanna be out in the open with you too.โย
when he pulls his fingers out, you let out a whine as he pulls you over to the bed. marlon unhooks the clasp on your dress and instead of it falling down around your ankles like it should have before he ripped it, it sits around your hips. you look up at him, brow raised as you wait for his next move. โi told you, iโd buy you a new one,โ he chuckles, hiking the dress down your legs.
you just wince as it rips again and finally pools around your feet the way it should have.ย
โjust fuck me,โ you say with a laugh, reaching up to kiss him.ย
Your eyes. That was the selling point. The way you guys met was simple. You were feeding the birds bits of marshmallows in the park and Marlon watched you do it from afar.
He walks over and asks what youโre doing. And you explain how birds will never experience the gooey sensation of marshmallows if it wasnโt for you.
He was confused and was debating on if you were crazy. But when you finally turned around to face him and he saw your eyes. He was in love.
The rest was history. You and Marlon quickly became boyfriend and girlfriend and you both immediately learnt each otherโs personalities.
Marlon is outgoing and funny but can also be strict. You were caring and soft and not so bright.
โโโ
หเฟ Your favorite show of all time is the Care Bears. All of your past boyfriends make fun of you for liking the show but not Marlon.
โYouโre the best boyfriend ever!โ you squeal.
โItโs the least I can do,โ Marlon humbly says.
โYou got me a care bear?!โ you squeal again. Youโre in shock that he actually got you one. It proves that he does listen to your late night rants about how much you love the show.
You kiss the life-size Care Bears face over and over. Marlon giggles at that.
โYou love them so much,โ Marlon says. โI had to,โ
โI love it, baby!!!โ you say.
You clutch the bear tightly to your chest and hop up and down. Your skirt flying with you.
Marlon copies your moves and hops up and down with you. The floorboards underneath both of your feet start creaking.
โโโ
หเฟ Marlon is packing his suitcase and explaining to you where heโs going.
โYouโre going to Colorado?!โ you stand up from your chair and fan your wet nails that you just painted.
โBaby, itโs for the tour,โ Marlon reassures you.
โThatโs like in Asia,โ you shout. โYouโll be so far away!โ
Marlon exhales and frowns at you.
โSweetheart, Colorado is in America,โ Marlon softly explains. โItโs about a dayโs driveโฆโ
โโโ
หเฟ You and Randy had an argument on whether or not the tooth fairy was real.
โRandy called me stupid,โ you sadly say. Your head is facing down and you fiddle with your fingers in your lap. Randy walks into the room.
โDid you call my lady stupid?โ Marlon angrily asks.
โWell, sheโs no Einstein,โ Randy shrugs.
โโโ
หเฟ Michael walked in on you โwashing the dishesโ
โHey Y/N,โ Michael says. He walks into the kitchen and sees you trying to clean the dirty dishes. The sleeves on your cropped shirt are rolled up.
โHey Mikey!!โ you sing. You throw another dirty dish into the trash can.
โWhat you up to?โ Michael asks.
โCleaning the dishes,โ you answer. You throw more of the glassware into the trash.
โYou know you can just clean them, right?โ Michael asks. โBy washing them?โ
โI am!โ you say, you turn the running water off and throw yet another dish into the trash. Michael rolls his eyes.
โHave you seen my journal? I left it somewhere around here,โ Michael asks, ignoring the fact that youโre throwing dirty dishes into the trash can.
โHmmm,โ you think. โCheck that long love seat thingy,โ you suggest.
Michael starts to walk over to the living room.
โWait, a long love seat thingy?โ Michael turns around to ask.
โYeah! Itโs behind the coffee table,โ you explain.
โSo the couch?โ he asks.
โNo silly! The long love seat thingy,โ you repeat,
โYeah, itโs called a couch,โ he says.
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หเฟ Youโre asking your diva boyfriend for fashion advice
โI feel like my top is too flashy,โ you turn around to show your boyfriend how sparkly your top is.
โI think it showcases your personality perfectly,โ Marlon says. โItโs fierce,โ he mocks your voice.
You look down at the top.
โMy manager wants me to wear it for my photo shoot today,โ you explain.
โYou look beautiful, sunshine,โ Marlon says.
โI look like that one rainbow animal with the horn on its forehead,โ you roll your eyes.
Marlon laughs.
โA unicorn?โ Marlon says.
โNah, thatโs not it,โ you say. โItโs the other rainbow animal with a horn. It has a tail and everything,โ you explain. You grab a pair of jean shorts from the pile of clothes and put them on.
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หเฟ You have a genius idea about ice cream
After a long day of rehearsals, the entire Jackson family + you went and got ice cream. Everyone is now sitting in the living room eating their ice cream. The occasional lip smack and scraping of spoons against the cups can be heard.
โThere should be ice cream but like hot. Iโm tired of my ice cream being cold,โ you say out loud.
Everyone in the room freezes and looks over at you.
โI wonder why itโs called ice cream,โ you say.
โYeah, me too,โ Randy snorts.
Marlon shoots him a glare.
โWhat flavor did you get?โ Michael asks you, changing the subject.
โHokey Pokey!โ you answer, you turn your cup to where he can see it. โItโs French!โ
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หเฟ Marlon and gentle parenting
โMar!!โ you shout from the bed. Marlon walks out of the bathroom with his towel wrapped around his waist. Beads of water drip down his abs.
โYes, sunshine?โ Marlon asks.
โWhat does USA stand for?โ you ask with a confused look.
โUnited States of America,โ he answers.
โOooh cool!โ you say. He smiles and turns around. โAnd where is that located?โ you ask.
โโโ
หเฟ Marlon and his brother talk about you
โShe has rocks for brains, Marlon!โ Tito says.
โDonโt talk about her like that!โ Marlon defends you. He crosses his arms while his brothers speak about you. โSheโs perfect! You guys just donโt get herโ
โMarlon, Y/N asked me if pit bulls were born in a pit of bulls,โ Jackie says slowly.
โWell! Are they?โ Marlon asks. โDid you answer her question?โ
โI fear for your future kidโs intelligence,โ Tito says.
โDonโt we all,โ Jackie mumbles.
โDonโt get me wrong, sheโs gorgeous,โ Tito says.
โYeah! I know,โ Marlon agrees. โShe has beauty and brains,โ
โJust beauty,โ Jermaine corrects, he walks past his brothers and up the stairs to his bedroom.
โโโ
หเฟ You get slightly confused (per usualโฆ)
โWe have to perform ABC tonight,โ Jermaine says.
โDefinitely,โ Jackie agrees. โThatโs a no brainer,โ
โItโll blow the crowd away,โ Marlon adds. You gasp and turn your head to Marlon all while sitting in his lap.
โBaby, thatโs not good. You want the crowd to stay, you canโt kill them,โ you ramble. Why would he say that?!
Jermaine, Michael, and Randy canโt help but laugh.
โโโ
หเฟ You get confusedโฆ again!
โIโm so hungry, I could eat a horse,โ Marlon throws his head back and clutches his stomach after it growls. Itโs been a long day at the studio and he just went on break.
โA horse?!โ you repeat
โYeah,โ he says.
โDonโt eat a horse! They have feelings too,โ you scold.
โItโs just a saying,โ Marlon explains.
โOhhhhh,โ you tap your forehead but freeze again. โWhat are you saying?โ
Marlon looks at you and holds you closer.
โYouโre suffocating me!!โ you try to break from his hold.
โWhatโs suffocating?โ Marlon asks. You pinch his arm and look up at him.
โI always have to explain everything to you!โ you tease.
โโโ
หเฟ You give amazing advice to your future brother in law
โSome days I feel like I have way too much pressure on my shoulders,โ Michael says. He sat down next to you and Marlon outside. Marlon is sitting on the lounge chair with your legs over his as you lay back and soak up the sun.
โWhat do you mean?โ Marlon asks. He starts to rub your feet.
โI want to do my own thing, but I canโt leave behind my family,โ Michael explains. Marlon nods his head and listens to him.
You grab your lip gloss and reapply it through your sunglasses reflection.
โThere will come a day when you realize that you need to start living for yourself and not others,โ you start. โAnd you never know, doing your own thing may end up with you making history,โ
โBut I donโt want to disappoint everyone,โ Michael says. โI canโt keep doing the tours though! I have my own musical ideas,โ
โIโve heard your music, Mike,โ you say. โItโs beautiful! It speaks volume,โ
โYou say that but-,โ Michael starts.
โI can guarantee you that as long as youโre having fun and being true to yourself, no one will be mad at you,โ you reassure him. Marlon squeezes your leg and gives you a smile.
โWow, that was great, Y/N,โ Michael says. โThank you, I needed to hear that,โ
Michael was shocked by the words of wisdom that came out of your mouth. Usually by now, you would be asking if trees could hold hands. Or if they could make tree babies.
โOf course, Mikey!โ you say. โI canโt wait for you to get your Emmy award for your songs! Itโs made out of chocolate, you know?โ
Michael laughs at you knowing that youโre dead serious. He then looks over at Marlon whoโs giving you heart eyes.
โYou two are perfect for each other,โ Michael says with a grin.
summary: Your silent treatment is driving Michael insane, and heโll do whatever it takes just to get your attention.
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The silence in the house was louder than any stadium crowd Michael had ever performed in front of- and it was driving him absolutely out of his mind.
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It had started yesterday afternoon over something that, in hindsight, Michael desperately wished he could undo. You had every right to be mad at him. Heโd made a careless promise, completely forgot about it due to a last-minute schedule change, and left you waiting for hours without a word. When he finally walked through the door with an apology on his lips, you hadnโt yelled. You hadn't thrown anything.
You had just looked at him, shut your bedroom door, and locked in a terrifying, impenetrable wall of silence.
And now? The silent treatment was in full effect.
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Every single movement you made became a high-stakes obstacle course for him. When you woke up and walked down the hallway toward the kitchen, Michael was right behind you, hovering like a nervous, guilt-ridden shadow. He literally tiptoed on the balls of his feet behind you, wincing at every tiny squeak of the floorboards, holding his breath every time you paused.
When you reached the kitchen to make coffee, he immediately darted to the cupboard to grab your favorite mug before you could reach it. He presented it with both hands, offering a sheepish, dimpled smile, his eyebrows knit together in pitiful, pleading arches. You didn't even acknowledge the mug. You simply reached around his slender frame, pulled a completely different cup from the shelf, and poured your coffee in total, agonizing quiet.
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"Baby? Please?" he tried, his voice barely above a whisper as he followed you to the living room, sliding onto the far edge of the sofa while you opened a book. "I'm really, really sorry. You know I didn't mean to"
You didn't even blink. You just turned the page, the crispย snapย of the paper sounding like a tiny thunderclap in the quiet room.
Michael let out a soft, dramatic groan, dropping his head onto the sofa cushions. He shifted, crawling on his hands and knees across the rug until he was resting his chin on your knee, looking up at you with wide, glassy brown eyes.
"I'll do whatever you want," he wheedled softly, reaching up to gently tug on the hem of your shirt with two fingers. "You want me to cook dinner? I'll cook. I'll burn the kitchen down, but I'll do it. You want me to massage your feet? I'll do it all day. Just... look at me? Please? Just one tiny glance?"
You slowly lifted the book higher, completely blocking his face from view.
Michaelโs bottom lip stuck out in a full, sulky pout. He sat back on his heels, crossing his arms over his chest, muttering under his breath like a rejected toddler before scrambling up to brainstorm his next move.
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Desperate, Michael bought the most extravagant bouquet of your favourite flowers he could possibly find. When the arrangement arrived, he took it at the door and practically bounced back into the room. He presented them to you like a golden retriever bringing back a prize, holding the massive burst of blossoms in front of his face so only his wide, hopeful eyes peered over the top.
"I got these for you" he said softly, his voice trembling slightly with nervous energy. "They're your favorite. Aren't they pretty? Almost as pretty as you..."
You took the flowers, set them flat on the kitchen counter without looking at the attached card, and gave him a brief, lukewarm glance.
"Thank you," you said. Two words. Flat. Cold.
Then you turned right back around to pour a glass of water, leaving him standing there in total, unadulterated agony.
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By evening, Michael couldn't take it anymore. The frustration, the aching longing, and his own dramatic nature had officially boiled over. He was a man who lived on raw emotion, and being shut out by the person he loved most was pure torture.
You were in the living room, folding a throw blanket, when Michael suddenly stepped right into your path. When you tried to step to the left, he sidestepped to the left. When you moved right, he blocked you again, spreading his arms out wide like a goalkeeper.
"Michael, move," you muttered, keeping your gaze fixed firmly on his chest instead of his face.
"No," he said, his voice a chaotic mix of a childish whine and a firm, desperate demand. "No, I'm not moving! You have to talk to me! You've been ignoring me for twenty-four whole hours, and it's killing me. You're driving me crazy!ย Please, just yell at me! Scream at me! Throw a pillow at my head! Do whatever you want, but stop acting like I'm invisible!"
You finally snapped your head up to look at him, shoving your hands onto your hips. The sight of his messy curls, his wide, desperate eyes, and the sulky, petulant set of his jaw almost broke your resolve, but you held your ground.
"You want me to talk to you?" you snapped, your voice sharp enough to slice through the air.
"Fine! You were so inconsiderate, Michael! I waited for hours. You couldn't take ten seconds to have someone make a phone call? My time matters too, you know! I was sitting here worried sick, thinking something terrible had happened to you, only to find out you just forgot! I was hurt, and I have every right to be angry with you! You're lucky I didn't pack my bags and leave, that's what I've done to every other man who's disrespected me like that before!"
Michael didn't even care that you were scolding him-his face practically lit up like a Christmas tree just hearing your voice directed at him again. He nodded rapidly, taking a cautious, slow step closer, his hands raised in absolute surrender.
"I know, I know! You're completely right!" he pleaded softly, his demeanor instantly softening from sulky to deeply earnest as he saw the genuine exhaustion and lingering hurt behind your anger. "I was stupid and careless, and I hate that I made you feel like that. I hate it. I swear I'll make it up to you. I'm so, so sorry, beautiful. Truly, truly sorry. Please don't be mad at me anymore, I can't take it... please?"
He took another timid step forward, reaching out with just the tips of his fingers to catch the edge of your wrist. When you didn't pull away, his hope doubled. His hand slid down, his fingers gently wrapping around yours, holding on like a lifeline. He lowered his head slightly, peering up at you through his dark lashes, his lower lip trembling just a fraction.
"I hate when you look at me like you don't even know me. I'll do anything, lovey. I'll clear my entire schedule for a month, I'll stay right here with you, I'll never forget a single thing ever again. Just please forgive me... please?"
Hearing the raw, desperate remorse in his quiet voice, your shoulders finally dropped. The tight, painful coil of anger in your chest began to loosen, melting away under his earnest, unblinking gaze. You let out a long, heavy sigh, running your free hand over your face.
"You really drive me crazy sometimes, Michael," you grumbled, though the biting edge in your tone was officially gone.
Michaelโs eyes widened slightly, catching the sudden soften in your posture. He held his breath, his hands still clutching yours, completely frozen as he tried to gauge if it was really safe to push his luck. He chewed nervously on his bottom lip, his gaze dropping to your mouth, then darting back up to your eyes. He swallowed hard, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, looking terribly small and hesitant despite his height.
"Are... are you still really mad?" he murmured carefully, testing the air. "Or just... a little bit mad?"
"I'm still annoyed," you said, trying to maintain a stern line with your lips.
Michael gave a tiny, tentative tug on your hand, pulling you a mere inch closer. He bit his lip again, his face flushing a faint shade of pink as he hesitated, clearly terrified of ruining the fragile peace he had just won back.
"..Can I..." he started, his voice dropping into a breathless, barely audible whisper. He paused, searching your face for any sign of rejection, his dark eyes wide and pleading. "...Can I have a kiss?" he finally blurted out softly, looking so painfully sweet and uncertain that it almost made you laugh. "Just one? Please?"
You closed your eyes for a second like you were physically bracing yourself, then finally looked at him. The look you gave him was unreadable, but it didnโt stop you from leaning across the tiny space and pressing a quick kiss to his lips anyway. It was brief, barely even a second, a light peck-and the moment it was over, you were already pulling away and turning your head like nothing happened.
Michael went completely still beside you for a second, then let out a small, disbelieving laugh under his breath.
โI got a kiss,โ he said softly, a brilliant glow washing over his features, and you immediately groaned and hid your face in your hand.
โDonโt get ahead of yourself, i'm still madโ you warned, but your voice wasnโt nearly as firm as you wanted it to be.
And Michael, standing right there in the living room, just leaned in close with a triumphant smile that made it very clear he knew exactly what he was doing to you, completely overjoyed that he was finally out of the doghouse.
In desperate need of your second orgasm tonight, you arch your back deeper, pressing your stomach into the soft mattress. Feeling your boyfriend deep inside you, curling your toes at each heavy thrust he presses into you.ย
โJermajestyyy,โ You moan out, slurring towards the end of the sentence from the pleasure youโre currently feeling. You just canโt help but to feel a little greedy to want more from him. Donโt get it twisted, you are having the time of your life right now, the latex barrier between you and your man is truly irritating you.ย
โIโm listening, baby, go ahead,โ He replied as he bit down on his bottom lip, attempting to suppress his moans that he was trying so hard to keep inside.ย
Suddenly, his thrusts got a little deeper, now poking right at your G-spot. You clench hard around his thick length, still feeling the wet piece of rubber in between the two of you. As you clench around Jermajesty, his eyes are rolling behind his head while still delivering his sloppy strokes to you, making sure to stay at that same angle that has you both in your current states of euphoria. While his attention is not completely focused on you, you reach your hand back accidentally coming in contact with his thigh. The second he retracted from your quivering pussy, you quickly grabbed the length of his dick that was no longer inside you.ย
His attention immediately snaps back to your naked lower halves, feeling you pull him out of you. His eyebrows snapped together, already preparing to question you for the unnecessary action, but also making sure he didnโt accidentally hurt you while in his daze.
โBaby, I didnโt hurt you, did I? Iโm so sorry mam-โ He quickly rambles, eyes scanning over you for any redness or bruises.
You huff while waiting to feel contact from him again as you tune into his fast-paced apology. โShut the fuck up.โ You shuddered, still holding onto his covered dick. Before any other words are exchanged from either one of you, thereโs a loud snap sound in the silent room.ย
Jermajesty looks down at your hand that is now holding the condom that was covered in your essence and filled with his hot seed. He felt his body shudder at the rush of cool air that breezed over his dick, which had somehow gotten harder the second you snapped the condom off. The two of you have only had unprotected sex very few times, which were all drunk accidents that very luckily didnโt result in pregnancy. Something deep inside you just craved to feel closer to your man tonight.ย
You drop the condom on the sheets next to your naked body without a care in the world. With your now empty hand, you reach back again to grab his dick once more, guiding him back to your slick-covered entrance. You feel his hand reach to replace yours, rubbing the head of his twitching cock against you to collect remnants of your arousal to re-lubricate himself before entering you again. In your opinion, he was taking too damn long for your liking, so you took it upon yourself to push back against him, suddenly feeling the first few inches of him back inside of you.ย
In sync, you both release guttural moans, finally feeling the touch you both starved for. Jermajestyโs hands flew to grip the sides of your waist as you clenched around him, as the rest of his length slid into you smoothly.ย
โFuck ma- wait-โ
Ignoring his plea, you move yourself all the way back to come in contact with his pelvis, feeling his thick fingers dig deeper into your sides. You continue with this motion while he stands in place, letting you do all the work. His heavy hands then move to your lower stomach, pulling you up, which forces your arch to deepen, now feeling him jab at the exact spot he was reaching before the loss of contact.
Your eyes close shut as you let out a loud cry of moans, clutching tightly onto the sheets beneath your naked body. Behind you, Jermajesty is talking to you, and only God would know what he was saying because the only thing you were focused on was the immense amount of pleasure you were receiving, finally getting the feeling youโve been craving since he first bent you over on the side of the bed. You could feel every inch, vein, and throb of him as he continuously pumped in and out of you, keeping his strokes at the perfect pace just how you like it every time. His right foot raised to the bed, next to your quivering body, to somehow get even deeper inside of you, landing kisses directly to your cervix.
You incoherently mumble some words to him, only being able to make out a few. You soon felt your orgasm begin to build up right in the pit of your stomach, and of course Jermajesty was able to tell because of the way youโre clenching around him and the fact that your arch began to fall.
Even though you couldnโt see him, he still shook his head, โUhn Uhn, fix that arch.โ He says, attempting to pull you back up slightly as you continue, you let out more whines.ย
โMaj pleaseeee,โ You suddenly cried out to him, not even knowing what you were asking for. โI canโt take no more.โ You say, trying to move up along the mattress in an attempt to get some of him out of you.ย
โStop allat running.โ He replies, pulling you back even more, making your connected skin fill the room with clapping noises. He reaches up to grab your dominant hand and brings it down to come in contact with your throbbing and puffy clit. โRub it for me, โkay?โ You hear him whisper in your ear as his warm breath casts right onto the shell while he leaves a few pecks on it.
Feeling unable to respond, you simply nod your head to let him know that you heard him. You do hesitate for a second, but soon you begin to rub yourself in slow, counter-clockwise motions. To no surprise, your orgasm is quickly followed by the second stimulant in your lower half. You try to open your mouth to let Jermajesty know that youโre about to cum, but nothing except more moans of his name leaves your lips.
Itโs almost as if he had his own personal instinct for you because he immediately knew that you were seconds from releasing, and so was he. โI know, babyโฆI know.โ He expressed as his own orgasm began to take over. โYou want me to pull out? Hm?โ He asks, still keeping his strokes at the same pace and angle to make sure neither of you loses the sensation.
โNo, please donโt. I wanna feel you.โ You reach back to hold onto his forearm, where you can feel his veins grow thicker and more prominent. Itโs almost as if the words you just said were a trigger for both of you because at the same time, you felt Jermajestyโs warm seed shoot directly at your cervix and your own mixing with his.ย
After at least 25 seconds of regrouping, he pulls out of you, being sure to push back in any remnants of your mixed nectar back inside.ย
โYeah, I donโt think weโll need those trojans anymore.โ He says, chuckling, pushing your limp body onto the bed as he makes his way to retrieve a warm cloth to clean off the two of you.
๐ช โ snippet for pins and needles | michael jackson:
โLet me explain.โ
You whirled around, making Michael skid to a halt so he didnโt body slam into you.
โExplain? You want to explain? Go ahead. Explain to me how you took up an offer from another woman to have your kids while youโre fucking married!โ
He winced, your voice likely reaching the decibel of a banshee.
โIt was just a consideration sinceโโ
โSince what?โ The words came out in a hiss, practically daring him to say it.
โLoads of people use surrogacy,โ he started, but his words died off as you turned away from him with a disbelieving laugh leaving your lips.
โYou didnโt even tell me.โ
โYou didnโt tell me you were pregnant!โ
โOh my god,โ you continued towards the car. Yanking your arm out of his hold as he tried to grab onto you. Suddenly wishing you a had a baseball bat.
Or a gun.
๐ช โ i donโt think iโve ever been so stressed writing something, hopefully iโll have this done in a day or so
You and your boyfriend Marlon were cuddled up on the couch while the others disappeared into the kitchen because Jackie announced that the food was ready.
You got up to stand but were pulled back into Marlonโs arms.
โI need you,โ he whispers into your ear. Your head flips towards him. His eyes are pleading while his hands are tight on your thighs.
โYou can wait, baby,โ you say.
โCan I?โ he asks.
โYes, you can! Your brothers are in the kitchen,โ you explain.
โWeโll be quick,โ he motions towards the bath room. โThey wonโt know that weโre gone,โ
โMarlon,โ you sternly say.
โSunshine,โ Marlonโs fingers hold on to your jean skirt waistband.
โIโm not having a repeat of last time,โ you swat his hands away.
โOnly Tito walked in on us,โ Marlon says.
โAnd he wasnโt able to look me in my eyes for two months!โ you remind him. That night that Tito walked in on you and Marlon was embarrassing to say the least.
A couple of minutes pass by and his brothers still havenโt returned. You would be lying if you said you werenโt also feeling antsy.
You looked over and saw Marlonโs jaw clench while he was watching the movie. You studied his features. Those beautiful eyes and lips. Heโs got you.
โBe quick,โ you whisper.
Marlonโs head whips towards you. He gives you a wicked smile and lifts up the throw blanket, that he just swung over your body.
You arch your break and help him take off your skirt and panties. His lips kiss up your inner thigh and he plops a wet kiss on your clit.
โRight there,โ you groan softly. Marlonโs tongue does wonders on you. He licks up and down, occasionally sucking on the peak. His nose is buried deep against your shortly-cut hairs.
You snatch the pillow from beside you and cover your face. Marlon laughs at this which sends vibrations to your soul. You take one hand and push Marlonโs face deeper into you.
You can feel his eyelashes bat against your skin and the tight grip he has on your thighs so he can hold himself up.
โYouโre so sexy,โ he says. You jump and squeal after feeling him bite your thigh.
โFuck!โ you squeal. He presses his lips together and starts to kiss your lips. Then he sticks his tongue out again and runs it up and down your folds. Footsteps sound throughout the hall.
You and Marlon jump a part. Youโre quick to pull your skirt back up. Marlon wipes his mouth and plops next to you. The blanket is back over yours and his laps.
โStay put,โ Marlon says.
His siblings walk back into the room.
โYall sure you donโt want a burger?โ Jackie asks.
โYeah, weโre good,โ Marlon answers for you. You try to catch your breath without any of his brothers noticing.
His brothers continue to have conversation amongst themselves while hanging out on the couch. You adjust yourself to where youโre laying comfortably against Marlonโs shoulder until you realize that youโre panties are missing.
You scan the living room floor and donโt see them. You turn your head to Marlon and see him cheesing back at you.
You and Marlon had just tied the knot and found yourselves locked out of the hotel suite. You would think that after an entire day of celebration and memories (some more stressful than some), that your husband would have something as simple as the key to the hotel room.
โKey?โ you ask.
โYou have it, baby,โ Marlon says.
โLove, I donโt have it,โ you say. โWhereโs the key?โ
โCheck under the floor mat,โ Marlon recommends, he giggles after.
โItโs a hotel roomโฆโ you say, your eye twitches.
โStill check,โ Marlon laughs.
โMarlon, everything isnโt a joke,โ you say.
โCheck behind your ear,โ he laughs once more. He raises his hand towards your ear before you slap it down.
โWeโve only been married for a good four hours and youโre already pissing me off,โ you mumble under your breath.
โOkay, Iโll look,โ Marlon says. He pats himself down until he feels the keys. He holds his hand up motioning that heโs found them and unlocks the door.
โFinally!!!โ you squeal. You run into the room and immediately hop on the bed. โMy feet are burning,โ you lay your body down, still in your dress.
Marlon comes behind you and removes your heels. He sits them down next to a spinning chair.
โThank you, baby,โ you say. He leans down and kisses the side of your foot. โOoo, do that again,โ you joke. You rub your eyes and sink deeper into the hotel bed.
Marlon kisses up and down your foot, lightly sucking around your ankle. You moan, pushing your foot more into his mouth.
โYour feet stink,โ Marlon says. You roll your eyes.
โShut up, Marlon,โ you kick at his shoulder.
โBar of soap is all you really need,โ Marlon adds, pretending to gag at your feet even though his tongue was wrapped around your toes.
โFuck off, Iโm going to bed,โ you flip him off and raise your body off the bed.
โNot so fast,โ he says.
โWhat?โ you ask, you removed your bracelet and necklace.
โLet me demonstrate to you,โ Marlon looks up and down.
โDemonstrate what?โ you ask. Your confusion only grows when youโre with him.
โHow to clean yourself,โ he says in a duh tone.
โThat joke is so not funny and something you shouldnโt be saying to your wife,โ you break him off, emphasizing on the wife.
He ignores you and takes your hand. He walks into the largely-scaled bathroom that has both a hot tub and a shower.
โPick your poison,โ Marlon says.
You look at Marlon out the corner of your eye and then back to your options. Is this man really about to convince you that you stink ON your wedding day? Why do you always pick the wannabe comedians?
โShower,โ you answer after a couple of minutes.
Marlon slides the glass door and turns the shower nob to hot. After a while, he places his hand underneath the running water to feel it warm up.
โStrip,โ Marlon tells you in a British accent. He starts to remove his suit and shoes.
You giggle at the voice. You take your hair down and put it back into a tighter bun. You reach for the nearest shower cap and just throw it on. If your hair gets wet, thatโll just be a problem for tomorrow you.
โHelp me,โ you motion to your dress. You turn around and feel Marlonโs hands snake around your body and towards the zipper. He pulls it down and lets the dress fall to the bathroom floor. Your body is now completely naked. Marlon notes the fact that you didnโt have on panties on your wedding day.
โReady?โ he asks. You nod your head. You step into the shower first, Marlon is hot on your tail. He slides the glass door and presses his front into your back side.
โSomeoneโs eager,โ you say. You can feel him getting harder.
โI just love you,โ he says.
Marlonโs left hand rest on your stomach while the other creeps into your inner right thigh. Your head falls back to lay on his shoulder.
โYouโre not gonna clean me first?โ you ask. Marlon is preoccupied, his fingers start to toy with your clit before he inserts his index and middle finger inside of your tight hole.
โRight, forgot about that,โ Marlon mumbles.
You arch your back a little, Marlon jerks forward a bit as the water rains on both of your bodies. He thrusts his fingers back and forth while your hands clench his thighs tightly.
โToo fast,โ you moan, you feel your stomach getting tighter. Marlon ignores your pleads, he continues to thrust, your moans gradually get louder until he abruptly stops. โMarlon!!โ you shout.
โHmmm,โ he hums.
โKeep going,โ you beg. Your eyes are glued shut, the glass door is fogged. You feel the sweat on your forehead glide down your face. Silk press is screwed.
โWhat if I donโt want to?โ he asks, he kisses your shoulder, licking bits of your neck.
โBaby, please,โ you whimper.
Marlon yanks your hands to the side of the shower walls. He lifts one leg up and rests it next to the shower head.
Marlon brings back his two fingers and rubs around you before thrusting back and forth. He twirls his fingers while you moan his name.
Your words turned to mush and your eyes roll back to your head. Before you knew it, you were out of breath and sucking on Marlonโs fingers after you came all over them. You gag a bit because Marlon wanted to see how deep your throat would allow his fingers to go.
He brings your leg back down and helps turn your body around to face him. He holds you and kisses your lips.
โAll clean,โ he says between kisses.
โMy stomach hurts, I think I have to pee,โ you whisper into his ear.
Summary: Someone is throwing rocks at your window.
Heads up โ fluff.. mentions of J*e Jackson, sneaking around, mentions of marriage, You live in Encino because your parents are rich and youโre essentially a nepo baby, YOUNG LOVEE
word count: 1.4k
*So sorry to Anon who requested this! I lost your submission because I accidentally posted a reply and deleted it! Whoever you are, I hope you enjoy it, and thank you for the kind words!๐
Encino โ- Los Angeles, California โMarch 11th, 1975
11:12pm
You sat at your desk staring a hole into the same worksheet your tutor had given you earlier that day. It was torture, you had been sentenced to staying in the house in order to complete all your work. Your dad had an upcoming work trip in Chicago, and he thought itโd be best if you relaxed during that duration.
You could feel how fried your brain had become compared to earlier in the week. So much that you thought your mind was playing tricks on you when you kept hearing the same thumping noise against your window.
You looked at the ticking clock on your wall before cutting your eyes back at the curtain covered window. You stood ground until you heard three thumps at once.
โWhat theโฆ.โ You muttered.
Walking to the window you drew the curtains back. It was hard to see, especially since your silhouette was reflecting onto the window. You smacked your teeth and began to fully open the window. Sticking your head out the window, you finally see your boyfriend hopping up and down waving his hands in the air to get your attention.
You giggled to yourself, heโs so silly.
โMarlon!โ You whisper shouted.
You softly shut the window before rushing out of your room. You immediately calmed yourself down, seeing the dark upstairs halls and remembering it was late. You took soft and slow steps as you navigated downstairs. Reaching your back patio door, you opened the glass door where Marlon had been waiting. You could barely contain your excitement; you slowly slid the door open, leaving a big enough space for you to slip through.
โMarlon!โ you whispered shouted again as you slid the door back shut.
โHey mama! Whatโs happening?โ He said embracing you. His question coming off too casual like it wasnโt almost the middle of the night.
โI missed you!โ You said pulling away and looking up at him.
โIm sorry baby, weโre back now, for a while too.โ he said taking your hand, โTake a walk with me?โ he jerked his head opposite direction of your house.
You reluctantly looked back at your house.
โMy daddy would get so mad at me..โ You said frowning
His hand slid down your arm, capturing your hand.
โYeah, so would mine,โ he began to lead you away from the house.
It didnโt matter whether or not your daddy would be mad at you, cause Marlon made you forget about every single concern. You ainโt never laughed this much in the middle of the night.
While you two were walking, you hugged one of his arms.
โI be missing you so much while you and your brothers are away.โ You pulled away. โHow long are you guys in town?โ
โAbout a month or so, then we headed to the Philippines.โ
โWhat?โ You whined.
โDonโt worry about it, you won't have to worry about it much longer.โ His tone was somewhat ominous.
โShort trip?โ You questioned.
โMmm not quite.โ He murmured, his eyes locking onto yours.
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March 12, 1975 โ- 12:07 am
Eventually you two made your way to Hayvenhurst, sitting by the illuminated pool. The crickets were echoing in the quiet L.A air.
โYour daddy would kill us both dead if he caught us sitting here right now.โ You started, โI wish he liked me.โ You said looking down at the ground.
โHe donโt like nothinโโ Marlon replied immediately, kicking his feet in the water.
โIโm serious! He really doesnโt like me!โ You plead your case, โLast time I went to one of your performances, I could tell he was not pleased to see me there.โ
โWell good thing I donโt care what Joseph thinks.โ He said turning his head towards you, โYouโre my lady, not his.โ
You scooted closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder.
โI love you.โ You sighed, melting into his side.
โI love you too, baby,โ He said wrapping one of his arms around you, his other hand stayed planted behind him, supporting you both.
A silence fell between you two, the only sounds being the soft splashes of water and the constant chirping from the crickets. Nothing has ever felt better than sitting here peacefully with the love of your life.
โIโm sure itโs already hit 12, and I know you guys donโt celebrate birthdays, but I hope you have an amazing day today.โ You said breaking the silence.
He looked down at you with a soft smile.
โI will have a good day today, baby.โ
He shifted causing you to sit up in response.
โI have something for you.โ he reached down in his dress pants pockets. He pulled out a small velvet box.
You looked at the box, then him..then back at the box again. Your chest tightened, the thumping of your heartbeat beating your eardrums.
โY/N, I think we should get married,โ he looked at the box, running a finger over the velvet surface.
You brought both your hands up to your mouth, you could feel the tears burning your eyes.
โMarlonโฆโ you muttered in disbelief.
He placed the box down taking your hands in his.
โIโm so in love with you baby, I need you in my life forever..and always. When Iโm not working, youโre all I think about. The love of my life.โ
Light from the pool illuminated onto both you, setting such a beautiful atmosphere. Tears began to run down your cheeks. You were at a loss for words. It felt sudden, but it felt right. Maybe it was time, your high school sweetheart.
You stared into his eyes for a while before pulling him into a kiss.
You opened your mouth in attempt to reply, but no words came out.
โIโll wait for you to graduateโฆand then we can run away and elope, away from here, away from Joseph.โ He picked up the box and opened it to reveal a beautiful engagement ring.
โJust you and me.โ
You slowly nodded your head before you sped up, a happy sob quietly escaping your lips.
โYes, Iโll marry youโฆโ Your voice broke.
He pulled you into a kiss wiping away the tears from your pretty face. It was slow and passionate, you both melted into the kiss, the only thing that mattered in this very moment were you two.
He pulled away taking your left hand, sliding the ring onto your ring finger. The metal was cool against your finger. The diamond sparkling in the ambient lighting.
โItโs beautiful Marlon.โ You said holding up your hand.
โYouโre beautiful.โ He said with the most humongous smile.
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1:32 am
Soon you and Marlon decided it was time to get you back home. Reality began to hit you when your house started coming into view. You had left here a couple hours ago dating, and now youโre returning engaged.
โMarlon youโre so silly, I canโt believe weโre doing this,โ Your voice echoed through the silent neighborhood.
โGotta be crazy for the cause, mama!โ He reasoned.
You both broke out in laughter, your laughs traveling miles away.
โBut seriously, I donโt want you to be discouraged by Joseph.โ Marlonโs tone suddenly changed. โHeโs not gonna like it, but he didnโt like it when Tito and 'Maine did it either; heโs just like that.โ
You smiled at him and looked away,
โI knowโฆโ you replied, you sounded as if you were trying to reassure yourself rather than him.
โI mean it, Iโm gonna marry my lady.โ
He took your hand in his squeezing it lightly.
โYou free tomorrow?โ He asked.
You sighed, reality rushing back to your senses.
โNo.โ You sighed, โI have to finish my work because my dad is taking us on his work trip.โ you whined.
โWhere?โ
โChicago.โ You said pouting.
โOhโฆwell then I want you to enjoy yourself, show off that pretty face.โ Marlon turned his head to look at you.
โBut Iโll miss you,โ you said, forming a small frown.
โItโs alright, 'cause like I said, we wonโt have to worry about this much longer.โ He pulled you closer, wrapping his arm around your neck.
The two of you finished your walk; now you're back standing in front of your glass door. Marlon turns toward you before delivering his final goodbyes.
โIโll come back to get you tomorrow night,โ He whispered.
You smiled up at him, suddenly embracing him. He wrapped his arms around your waist, lightly squeezing you. You pulled your head away and kissed him one last time.
โI love you so much.โ You whispered
โI love you too.โ
You both pulled away and turned to slowly open the patio door.
You stepped inside quietly, giving Marlon one last look. You slowly closed it back, now a glass pane separating you both.
You waved goodbye as he turned away, disappearing into the night, making his way back to Hayvenhurst.
