[looenx]

planned from the beginning

ׅ ۫ 𓏼 you figure out your pregnant but your fiancé has been out all day do you wait to tell him or call him immediately ? ׄ ̹ ̜

ׅ ۫ 𓏼 finacé!jermajesty x black!reader ׄ ̹ ̜

ׅ ۫ 𓏼 going on a cruise trmw idk how imma do it without reading fics everyday but here’s a little smth before i disappear ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ ׄ ̹ ̜

you and jermajeaty have been fucking back to back all month late night sexy morning sexy doing quickies, even public sex if u guys want to get real nasty but who can blame u guys you both are just a couple madly in love and like to please each other plus the dick is fire sooo

but things started to get careless as you stopped taking pills and then stopped tracking your period which led you to sitting down on the bathroom floor throwing up in your shared apartment all alone you couldn’t understand why you were having morning sickness you didn’t have a cold or anything you been taking your vitamins checked your temperature everything was normal but then you realized

you haven’t gotten your period since 2 months ago

how could you be this clueless you looked at your phone on the counter wanting to call jeremajesty immediately but he was out doing plans you didn’t want to just ruin them you knew for sure you had to be pregnant but you couldn’t just tell him without taking the test what happened if it was all in your head and now you just looked crazy

you forced yourself to get up immediately brushing your teeth and washing your face trying to look presentable as if you weren’t going trough hell before going into your bedroom throwing on one of jermajesty hoodies and his basketball shorts before putting your hair in two space buns before sliding on your cross grabbing your keys and running out the door

those whole 20 minutes had to be the worst moment of your life for some reason you felt eyes on you as you stared at the clear blue box you picked up one then two just to make sure then you had to deal with the cashier making jokes back and to back embarrassing you and himself as you frowned waiting to pay god you just needed to be home

immediately when you got back to your apartment you ran towards the bathroom damn near ripping the pack open before pulling down jermajesty shorts before peeing on both sticks after you cleaned up you left them on the bathroom counter and exited as your heart was racing you never entered the bathroom again not until jermajesty came home you tried distracting yourself with everything doing the dishes laundry you even started going trough your closet but the heavy feeling in your chest

then your heart started to pound once you heard the front door open you immediately got up from your pile of random stuff before rushing to the door to see jermajesty holding multiple bags he looked at you before milling widely

“hey mama i missed you” he breathed out jermajesty placed down the bags before walking towards you wrapping his arms around you and holding you

you wrapped your arms around him holding him but jermajesty notice how off the hug was and your presence all together something was wrong he pulled back slightly to look back at your face tilting his head as he inspected you

“are you good ma?”

you bit your bottom lip looking at him as you tried holding back the truth but it was now or later which would be much worse you closed your eyes before sighing as you shook your head you felt jermajesty grip tighten on you as you opened your eyes and stared at him as your heart started racing

“maj…” your voice trembled with fear as your hands went off of him to grab his hands jermajesty hands immediately found yours holding them as his finger ran over your engagement ring as he looked at you waiting for you to continue “you know how we've been going at it for a while now..”

jermajesty started before smiling and nodded “yeah it’s been amazing are you asking to do it rn ma im a little sweaty but that never stopped me.” he leaned in towards your face with an amused grin

you couldn’t help but grin at that as you gave his wrist a light push “you wish..” your grin slowly faded as you breathed out before looking at him “i been careless missing dates and not taking pills but i took two pregnancy test but i haven’t checked the results but im positive im-”

“pregnant?” You looked at jermajeasty confused was it that obvious as you were putting the pieces together you saw jermajesty smirk “ma that was my plan the whole time” you felt dumb no wonder why he was on you every day

you looked away embarrassed as your heart started to calm down jermajeasty laughed as he pulled you towards the couch sitting you down before sitting next to you as he wrapped his arm over you having you lean into him which you gladly did “i feel stupid..”

“i thought you already knew” he chuckled rubbing your arm “i knew you were all over me for a reason i just couldn't put a thought on it tho” you pouted as you stared at him which he smiled harder “can't be all over you just because?”

you grinned at that as you looked down the awkward feeling in your chest didn't go away you don't know what you're so scared of you and jermajeasty are perfect you guys have been together since high school, watching each other grow up into the young adults you are now so what's the problem until you realized

you weren't scared about being pregnant you were scared about turning into a single mom you knew jermajesty would never do some fuck up shit like that to you but what if he did? you couldn't throw off the thought as you were zoned out you didn’t hear jermajesty calling your name until you felt him shaking you snapping you out your thoughts as you looked towards him seeing the concerned look in your face

"ma what's on your mind keeping you down" you could hear it in jermajesty voice how anxious he was in that sudden whisper as you felt his hand rub pattern on your arm

"i don't know i keep on thinking that you're gonna leave me when it gets difficult like how everyone else's man leaves them i dont want to be a single mom." Your tone was shaky as you looked back at the test as you tried slowing down your breathy before looking back at jermajesty as you saw his confused face

"leave you??? Why the hell would i do that?" he laughed with a slight stutter as he looked at you crazy as he gripped your shoulder hopping you could feel how much love he had for you just from his touch

"ma you're still the same chick from 9th grade who came up to me asking to be friends and i instantly fell in love with why would i leave you after we've been through so much do you really think i would do that?" his voice tumbled as he clung to your hands tighter as you stared at him

"of course not jermajesty im just scared ill be a bad mom towards our child also did you have to mention 9th grade.." you frowned as you recalled how ugly you and jermjeasty looked and he couldn't help but nod

"ma why would you ever be a bad mom your the most amazing person i know your kind smart brave beautiful i can go on and on we are gonna learn this parenting stuff together and be the best that we can be."

your shoulders softened at his words as you had a small smile on your face before you leaned more into him thinking about parenthood with jermajesty made your heart flutter maybe you two will be alright after all

jermajesty wrapped his arm tighter around you kissing the top of your head before resting his cheek there “im gonna frame the test..” he whispered into your hair which made you jump up to look at him

“maj that’s nasty as hell.” “and we are nastier”

you pushed his face away with your hand as he laughed pulling you towards him

yeah you two are gonna be alright

[douceurrrr]

BEHIND THE CURTAINS

𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓’𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐋 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 ?

“ahh… michael… fuck!”

michael had you on your back in the middle of the big hotel bed, silk sheets twisted under your bare deep-brown skin, one of your legs hooked high over his shoulder while he stroked into you slow and deep. the kind of early-morning pace that felt like he was trying to ruin you before breakfast. every time he bottomed out you felt it in your stomach. your nails were digging little half-moon marks into his back. your hair—which was neatly pressed and curled was now a soft mess against the pillow. the only sounds in the suite were the quiet wet slide of him moving inside you and the soft broken noises you kept trying (and failing) to keep down.

his mouth was at your throat, voice low and wrecked. “look at you, tink. taking me so good this early…”

you were about to cum by now, i mean how could you not—michael was giving it to you reallll good. you could feel the pleasure tighten, hot pressure building up on and in your pussy—thighs starting to shake, breath hitching, mouth agape-

and then he just… stopped.

pulled all the way out with a soft wet sound, kissed the center of your chest once like an apology he didn’t mean, and rolled off the bed in one smooth motion.

you blinked up at the ceiling, empty and throbbing, legs still open.

“michael?”

he didn’t answer. he was already at the window, bare-ass naked except for the smile spreading across his face as he parted the heavy curtains with two fingers and peeked out—only revealing his head.

the second the glass reflected the morning light the screams from the street below exploded. hundreds of fans. cameras. signs. the whole block had somehow found the hotel again.

michael lifted one hand and gave a tiny, shy little wave. that soft, almost bashful smile beaming along with the sound hehe sound coming from his lips. the crowd lost its mind. you sat up so fast the sheet barely covered anything, naked breasts shaking.

“are you serious right now?”

he didn’t even look back. just kept smiling down at them like he hadn’t been balls-deep in you thirty seconds ago.

“they’re so sweet,” he says, voice all soft and fond. “listen to them…”

you scrambled off the bed, snatching the top sheet and wrapping it around your body like a toga, heart slamming. the second you were on your feet the reality of the situation hit: you were completely naked underneath this thin white fabric, still wet and open from him, and the only thing between you and a very public disaster was a half-drawn hotel curtain and michael’s questionable sense of timing.

you marched over and grabbed a fistful of the heavy drape, yanking it shut so hard the rings rattled.

the room dropped back into soft shadow.

michael finally turned, that same little smile still on his face, eyes bright.

“morning, baby” he cooed, like this was normal.

you stared at him.

“you pulled out,” you stated slowly, “in the middle of me—i was—to go wave at people?” you were dumbfounded, you could wrap your head around the fact that he would stop that magical process of making love to go wave at a bunch of strangers.

he had the nerve to look a little proud. “i heard them calling—you know i can’t ignore my fans. i just wanted to say hi.”

“hi?”

“mmhm.”

but he was in the middle of saying hi to this pussy…you clutched the sheet to your chest now, tightly against your chest due to the irritation building in your stomach. your pulse was still hammering between your legs where he’d left you empty and aching. the annoyance was real—hot and sharp—but so was the residual heat of how good he’d felt two minutes ago.

“michael. i am naked. dripping. from you. and you just left me mid-stroke to go be cute for the sidewalk.”

he stepped closer, completely unbothered by his own nakedness, cock still half-hard and shiny from being inside you. his hands found your waist over the sheet, thumbs stroking slow circles.

“you looked so pretty, though” he murmured. “eyes all wide. mouth open. i almost came just from that.”

“that is not helping your case, michael.”

“i checked the angle,” he added, like that made it better. “they couldn’t see past my shoulder. promise.”

you opened your mouth, closed it, then pointed a finger at his chest. “you are sooo lucky i love you.”

his smile stretched wider. “i know.”

he walked you backward until the backs of your knees hit the mattress again. the sheet started slipping. he helped it along, tugging the fabric down until it pooled at your hips, leaving your breasts bare to the cool air and his gaze. his eyes dropped, soft and hungry all at once.

“still mad?” he asked, voice dropping lower.

“extremely.”

“good.” he kissed the corner of your mouth, then lower, along your jaw. “stay mad. it makes your voice do that little thing.”

you tried to hold onto the annoyance, you really did. but then his mouth closed over one nipple and sucked slow, and the sound that left you was pure contradiction. his hand slid between your legs, two fingers gliding through the mess he’d left, finding you still soaked and sensitive.

“jesus, baby…” he breathed against your skin. “you’re still so open for me.”

you huffed, stilled slightly annoyed. “because somebody started something and then abandoned it for a damn meet-and-greet.”

he laughed, soft and warm, and the vibration went straight through you. then he was guiding you back onto the bed, crawling over you, settling between your thighs like he’d never left. the head of his cock nudged against your entrance, teasing, not pushing in yet.

you glared up at him, even as your hips tried to chase the pressure. “if you stop again to go wave at somebody i’m putting you out of this room.”

“okay, baby geez.” he kissed you deep, slow, tasting like last night and this morning and pure mischief. when he finally pushed back inside it was one long, smooth thrust that stole the air right out of your lungs.

you both exhaled at the same time.

michael dropped his forehead to yours, eyes half-lidded, that little smile still playing at the edges of his mouth even as he started moving—deeper this time, more deliberate, like he was making up for the interruption with interest.

“there she is,” he whispered. “my girl. taking me so good after i was mean to her…”

“y-yeah—mmm—very mean.” you wrapped your legs around him and dug your nails into his back in retaliation.

he groaned, hips snapping a little harder. the bed creaked. outside, the fans were still screaming, the sound muted now by the closed curtains but still present, like distant weather. michael seemed to hear it too, because he leaned down and put his mouth right against your ear while he fucked you steady and deep.

“they have no idea,” he murmured. “none of them. they’re standing out there yelling my name… and the whole time i’m in here buried in the only person who actually gets to have me like this.”

the words went straight to your clit. you clenched around him hard enough that his rhythm stuttered. he cursed softly, one hand sliding down to grip your thigh and push it higher so he could grind even deeper. every stroke dragged against that perfect spot inside you. the wet sounds of it filled the quiet suite.

“mmm- baby don’t stop!”you were already so close again from earlier. it didn’t take long. michael felt it building—felt the way your walls started fluttering—and he reached between your bodies to rub tight, perfect circles over your clit with his thumb.

“come on,” he breathed. “give it to me. i left you hanging earlier… let me fix it.”

the orgasm hit hard and sudden, rolling through you in deep waves. your back arched, a high broken sound tearing out of your throat before you could muffle it against his shoulder. michael kept thrusting through it, soft praises spilling against your neck, riding every pulse until you were shaking and oversensitive.

he didn’t stop.

he just slowed, kissed you through the aftershocks, then started building again—longer strokes, deeper angle, the kind of pace that said he was nowhere near finished. you felt him thickening inside you, the controlled way his breath was starting to hitch.

“again,” he says against your mouth, smiling. “properly this time.”

you laughed, breathless and still a little annoyed and completely gone for him “you’re ridiculous.”

“you love it.”

“unfortunately.”

he laughed, warm and quiet, and the vibration went straight through you. then he was guiding you into a different direction, but this time he lay down first, stretching out on his back against the pillows, cock hard and waiting against his stomach. he looked up at you with that soft, mischievous smile and patted his thighs.

“come here, honey” he murmured quietly. “ride me. make up for the fact that i was mean to you.”

you stared at him for a second, still annoyed, still throbbing. then you climbed on, straddling his hips, the sheet falling completely away. your deep-brown skin glowed in the soft morning light leaking around the edges of the curtains. michael’s hands settled on your waist, thumbs stroking the soft curve of your hips as you reached down, guided him to your entrance, and sank down slowly.

the stretch pulled a long, broken moan straight out of your throat.

“ahh—fuck—!”

michael’s head tipped back against the pillows, a low sound leaving him as you took him all the way. his fingers tightened on your hips.

“there she is,” he whispered, voice already wrecked. “my girl… taking every inch…”

you braced your hands on his chest and started to move—slow at first, rolling your hips the way you knew drove him crazy. every downward sink dragged another moan out of you, soft and high and completely shameless. the wet sound of you taking him filled the quiet suite. your hair fell forward around your face. michael reached up and brushed it back so he could watch every expression.

“oh my god… michael…” you moaned, voice already shaky as you found a rhythm, lifting almost all the way off before sliding back down deep. “you feel so good—”

“that’s it,” he breathed, eyes dark and locked on where your bodies met. “use me. take what you need.”

you did. your moans grew louder the longer you rode him—breathy little gasps every time the head of his cock dragged over that perfect spot, longer broken sounds when you ground down and circled your hips. your nails dug lightly into his chest. your thighs flexed with every rise and fall. michael’s hands stayed on your waist, guiding but never taking over, letting you set the pace while he watched you fall apart above him.

“look at you,” he murmured, almost in awe. “moaning for me like that… after i left you hanging…”

“shut up,” you managed, but the words turned into another high, needy moan when he thrust up to meet you. “ahh fuck! right there!”

he did it again. and again. matching your rhythm, hips rolling up every time you sank down so he hit even deeper. the dual motion pulled louder sounds out of you—soft at first, then full and shameless, the kind that echoed a little in the big hotel room. outside, the fans were still screaming, muted by the closed curtains. michael seemed to hear it too, because he sat up halfway, one arm wrapping around your back so he could pull you closer while you kept riding him.

“they have no idea,” he whispered against your throat, voice rough. “none of them. they’re out there yelling my name… and the whole time you’re up here moaning like this.”

the words went straight through you. you clenched around him hard and a sharp, shaky cry left your mouth as you bounced a little faster, chasing the building pressure. michael’s hand slid between your bodies, thumb finding your clit and rubbing tight, perfect circles in time with every roll of your hips.

“don’t stop… please don’t stop—” you moaned, forehead dropping to his shoulder as the pleasure sharpened. “michael… i’m so close—”

“i know, baby. i feel you. let me hear it.”

you came hard—back arching, a long broken moan tearing out of your throat as your walls fluttered and pulsed around him. michael held you through it, still rolling his hips up into you, soft praises spilling against your skin while you shook and moaned and rode out every wave.

you stayed there for a long moment after, still seated on him, both of you breathing hard. michael’s hands stroked slow patterns over your thighs and hips, soft kisses pressed to whatever part of you he could reach. outside, the fans were still going. michael lifted his head just enough to glance toward the closed curtains, that same soft, mischievous smile ghosting across his face.

you reached down and lightly smacked his chest without looking, the motion pulling a weak little aftershock moan out of you.

“don’t even think about it.”

he laughed against your skin, warm and happy and completely unrepentant. “wouldn’t dream of it, baby.”

you eventually eased off him and collapsed onto the sheets beside him. he immediately gathered you against his chest, one arm wrapped around you, the other playing idly with the ends of your hair. every so often a soft residual sound still slipped out of you when his fingers brushed too close to somewhere sensitive.

after a while he spoke again, voice quiet and a little shy around the edges the way it sometimes got when the playfulness settled.

“sorry i stopped earlier, tink” but his devious smile said otherwise.

you tipped your head back to look at him, still a little breathless. “no you’re not.”

the smile returned, soft and guilty and perfect.

“…okay. not really.” he laughed, a high pitched hehe filling the room again.

you kissed your teeth. “asshole”

he moved his head, wanting to kiss you but you just dodged his gesture making him pout.

“mama.” he says before trying again only getting the same result as you pressed a hand to his naked chest, keeping him at a distance. “let me kiss you.”

you shook your head, hand still on his chest. “nu uh you want to play games and I’m not here for it.” you scolded only making michael pout more.

you stared at him for a long second and he stared at you back. it was almost like a evil idea clouded his brain the way his face lit up in a devilish way.

“michael what are y- eeekk!”

right then and there, michael had climbed on top of you, caging your wrist on both sides of your head—legs weighted against yours not letting you sit up. you were completely resisted at his mercy. then he placed one big kiss on your cheek, then forehead, then finally your lips. each kiss punctuated with a smooooch! sound. you moaned to the kiss, body once tense from the impact was now relaxed and melting into michael’s love.

once he pulled away, he looked into your eyes. “i love you, tink.” you could never stay mad at michael. not when he’s giving you this toothy grin, smile lines widening over the curvature of his face.

“i love you too, baby….but if you ever do that again, i’ll kill you.” you were only half serious but your face said it all.

michael chuckled. “okay, mama.”

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[urbanfunkchild]

Subject of Email: Take My Breath Away

pairing; triumph era/preotw michael x fem! reader tags; smut, masturbation, breathplay, mild ball busting ig, degradation, sub!michael, established relationship w reader, no plot all porn, i have never written ball busting and i dont think i did it justice here but it aint my bag, afro michael, and hes simpy for you even after you argued,

The night before had been stupid. A dumb, spiraling argument about basically nothing, some missed phone calls, a wrong tone of voice… it was all very juvenile. You knew you were being petty and he had to record late with his brothers for the band.

You’d slept back-to-back in the big bed in Michael’s room at Hayvenhurst, a canyon of cold sheets between you.

The morning light was soft and forgiving, but the silence between you was thick enough to choke on. He was shirtless, on his side, staring at the wall, the smooth plane of his back tense. You were miserable, pretending to sleep, your body aching from last night’s hurt.

His voice, when it finally came, was a quiet rasp against the quiet. “You awake?”

“Uh huh.”

“I wanna ask you somethin’. Somethin’… dirty.”

You lifted your head. He still wasn’t looking at you. “What?”

He turned, and the first thing you saw was the raw, hungry want in his eyes, eclipsing the tiredness from the fight. “I want you to choke me,” he said, the words dropping into the room like stones. “With your hands. ‘Til I can’t breathe right.”

The cold stone of dread dropped straight through your gut. “Mike, what? No. Have you lost your goddamn mind?”

“I ain’t lost my mind, baby,” he murmured, his accent thickening, softening the edge of the request. “I’m just in a mood. A real filthy mood. Been thinkin’ ‘bout your hands on me all night. Please. Just wanna try it.”

“This is insane. After last night? This is how you wanna fix things?” Your voice was rising, disbelief curdling into something hotter.

He shifted onto his back. One hand slid down, palming himself firmly through his thin cotton shorts. You saw the immediate, thick swell, the fabric straining over the solid outline of his cock. He rubbed slowly, deliberately, his gaze locked on yours. The blatant hard-on against his soft plea sent a jolt through you.

“It ain’t ‘bout fixin’ last night,” he whispered, his voice husky. “It’s ‘bout right now. I need to feel somethin’ else. Please. I’m so hard it hurts. I’m achin’ for it.”

All night. While you’d lain there fuming, he’d been fantasizing about this. The fight had curdled into this. The please, the sight of his hand moving—it hooked into you, sharp and deep. The anger twisted, morphing into a dark, collaborative thrill.

A shaky breath left you. “Fine. This is really sick, y’know? I will do it but I want you to know that,”

You pushed the covers back and climbed onto your knees on the mattress between his long legs. He watched you, those dark eyes innocent and hungry all at once. As you settled, your knee buckled, slipping and jabbing squarely into his balls.

He didn’t flinch. A choked, guttural sound escaped him, his eyes rolling back in pure, stunned pleasure. “Fuck,” he gasped, a shaky, delirious smile on his lips.

“Oh my god,” you breathed, horrified. “You like that?”

In answer, he hooked his thumbs into his waistband and shoved pants and briefs down to his thighs. He was completely naked now.

His cock sprang free, thick and flushed, the foreskin pulled back just enough to show the wet, dark-pink head, a bead of pre-come already glistening at the slit. He was bare, vulnerable, and utterly wanting.

“Do it,” he said, his voice rough. “Don’t be gentle. I can take it.”

Your heart hammered. You leaned forward, bracing one hand on the headboard, the other coming to his warm neck. You squeezed. His pulse fluttered like a frantic bird against your palm.

“Harder,” he whispered, his voice already strained.

You tightened your grip, your fingers digging into the sides of his neck. You could see the muscles cord under his skin, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he tried to swallow. His free hand wrapped around your wrist, holding you there.

Then his other hand wrapped around his cock. He gave one long, rough stroke, the loose sheath of his foreskin sliding smoothly over the glistening head.

A hiss of pleasure escaped his constricted airway. Then he began to pump, a fast, wet, brutal rhythm, his focus entirely on that slick, repetitive motion—pulling the skin up tight over the sensitive crown, then dragging it back down, the swollen head emerging slick and dark each time.

His face transformed. His brows drew together. His lips, spit-slick, parted on ragged gasps. His curls were damp with sweat. His eyes, already big, seemed to bulge slightly with the pressure. A wet, desperate gurgle vibrated against your palm. “Yes… yes…”

Kneeling over him, crushing his throat while he worked his own cock with an unhinged focus; the heat of it was undeniable. You couldn’t look away from the way his abs clenched and rippled under his smooth skin, the way his hips jerked up to meet his fist. A slick, hot pulse of your own arousal dripped into your panties, soaking the cotton.

But a wave of panic hit when his lips started to quiver, his eyes glazing over.

“I can’t— I can’t do this anymore,” you gasped, loosening your grip.

The sudden air made him cough, but his hand never stopped. “No—keep doin’ it,” he choked out, voice ragged. “Grab my balls. Squeeze ‘em ‘til it hurts. Please.”

“Michael, what the fuck is going on here? This is insane—!” Your voice rose to a frantic yelp.

His hand—the one not frantically milking his foreskin—flew up and clamped over your mouth. His palm was damp. “Hush,” he breathed, a strained, desperate command. “Walls are thin. Randy’ll hear. Now please… do it for me. I’m achin’ for it. Wanna come like this so bad.”

The plea, the fear of getting caught, the sheer neediness;it shattered your panic briefly. You moved your free hand down, your face a grimace of disgust and dark excitement. You cupped the tight, hot weight of his balls and squeezed. Hard.

A muffled, strangled moan vibrated against his hand on your mouth. His eyes rolled back. His hips bucked wildly.

“ahhh— shi—Talk to me,” he gurgled, the words barely audible. “Tell me what you really think. Call me names.”

You tightened your hand around his throat again, cutting off his air, almost completely. The look on your face was pure contempt, and he was drinking it in, his cock leaking profusely over his thumb.

“You’re pathetic,” you hissed, the venom feeling a little too real. “Look at you. Begging to be hurt. Getting off on it.”

He gurgled, a sound of pure ecstasy. His babbling began, broken and wet and genuinely distorted from his airway being crushed. “Mmm… love it… love you callin’ me pathetic… love you usin’ me… ugh, baby, yes… s’so good…”

You were drowning—in guilt, in horror, in a sick, slick thrill. His complete surrender, the filthy praise of your disgust… you couldn’t take it. You ripped your hand from his throat. “I’m done!”

The rush of air into his lungs was a raw, wheezing gasp. Then it burst out in a broken, delirious babble. “Ohgod—yes—I’m comin’!”

The sudden oxygen, the release, the dizzying pace of his own hand; it was the final trigger. His body slammed back against the headboard with a loud CRACK. His back arched violently, every muscle seizing. A raw, shattered cry was torn from him as he came, tears streaming from his squeezed-shut eyes.

Thick, pearlescent ropes shot across his clenched stomach and heaving chest, some spattering as high as his collarbones. His hand kept working, guiding himself through the brutal, pulsing waves, his whole body convulsing. His other hand flew to his own throat, fingers pressing into the red marks you’d left.

He slumped forward, then back, his breath a ragged, wet symphony of coughs and sobbing moans, riding out the aftershocks. Spent, trembling, covered in his own release, he looked utterly wrecked. The morning sun glinted off the mess on his skin and the shattered peace on his face.

You knew he’d want this again. You didn’t know if you could stomach it.

But your panties were soaked through, and a dark, guilty throb had started between your legs. You knew the second those puppy dog eyes looked at you and begged that you would succumb.

For him, anything goes.

⭒ 〔 © urbanfunkchild 〕

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[thecuntiestjackson]

Tiktok too sensitive. Yes i OVERLY wanna fuck michael jackson. Yes i wanna fuck jermajesty jackson. And yes i wanna fuck jackie and jermaine too.

[youluvyannie]

first day jitters

mature era! michael x wife! reader

summary : you and michael aren’t quite ready for your youngest first day of school

you and your husband sat in bed together, reading silently as a way to wind down before calling it a night and heading to sleep

“thoughts about tomorrow” you said, licking your thumb and turning the page of the book you were reading

you and michael had five, yes five, kids together, Prince, Paris, Blanket, Lyric and Quincy with that being said all of the other kids had started school and been in school for a while but tomorrow would be the first day of school for your youngest son …Quincy

Michael signed and put his book down “can i be honest” he said softly, you looked at him and nodded “i’m not ready for him to start school”

you couldn’t help but smile “mike…” “i’m serious,” he said, his voice softening as he leaned his head against your shoulder

“they’re all growing up too fast Prince is in school, Paris is in school, Blanket is in school, Lyric is in school… and now Quincy?”

“i know” you closed your own book and rested it in your lap “i’m not ready either…but think about it this way,” you continued, gently brushing a curl away from his forehead “once quincy starts school, we’ll have a little more time to ourselves”

he thought about it for a second

“just us?”

“just us”

a small smile appeared on his face “yeah… you’re right”

you leaned over and kissed his forehead

Michael was quiet for a few seconds before looking at you again

“can we make another?”

“boy bye”

the next day early that morning the family did the morning routine but this time Michael took the older kid to school while you took Quincy to his pre school since Michael claimed he couldn’t handle it

so, naturally, you ended up taking Quincy yourself thus it was just you and your baby

“how do feel about going to the big school quincy” you looked back at your son in the rearview mirror “i dunno” he said with a shrug

“are you excited? ..are you nervous? ..are you scared?” “hmm scared” “oh why are you scared”

“cause i’m gonna be by myself and you and daddy won’t be with me” the little boy said staring out the window

“aw Quincy, you know mommy and daddy are gonna take turns picking you up and dropping you off every day” “but i wanna be with you and daddy all the time”

you looked in the rearview mirror again and sighed “y’know i sometimes i don’t like leaving you and daddy either, because i know you two get lonely without me and i get lonely”

Quincy finally looked up “you get lonely?”

you laughed quietly “yeah, sometimes” “daddy gets lonely too?” “oh, definitely”

“so you’re gonna miss me?” “every single day.” “even when i’m at school?” “especially when you’re at school.”

Quincy smiled, finally looking a little less nervous

“okay”

you smiled to yourself as you drove “that’s my baby”

a few hours later, the school day was finally over

michael pulled up to the preschool a little earlier than necessary, mostly because he’d been watching the clock all afternoon. the second he spotted the little students coming out with their teachers, he sat up a little straighter

then he saw Quincy

his little backpack was hanging off one shoulder, and he looked around until his eyes landed on Michael

“daddy!”

Michael immediately smiled and opened his arms, Quincy ran straight toward him, dropping his backpack halfway there. michael caught him and lifted him into his arms, holding him close

he kissed the side of his head “how was your first day at school”

Quincy was quiet for a moment, then he wrapped his arms tighter around Michael’s neck

“i was lonely ” Michael’s smile softened “you were?”

Quincy nodded against his shoulder “i missed you”

Michael rubbed his back gently “i missed you too” “and i missed mommy” “i know, mommy missed you too.”

Quincy pulled back just enough to look at him “she did?” “of course she did” Michael smiled “she’s been waiting by the door all day wondering when her baby was coming home”

Quincy’s little frown disappeared “i wanted you and mommy to pick me up” “well, you’ve got daddy right now” Michael adjusted him comfortably against his hip “and we’re gonna go home and see mommy”

“okay” Michael picked up quincy’s backpack with his free hand “come on, let’s go home to mommy”

Quincy rested his head against his father’s shoulder “daddy?” “yeah?”

“i don’t wanna go tomorrow” Michael paused, trying not to laugh “well…”

he looked down at his son “we’ll talk about that when we get home”

Quincy sighed dramatically, and Michael couldn’t help but smile as they walked toward the car

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[highoffrain]

𑣲𝄞 THE MUSIC OF LOVE (18+!!)

The soft, rhythmic sounds drifting from the living room were heavenly.

Michael sat behind the piano, eyes closed as he lost himself in the music, feeling every note beneath his fingertips as he pressed each key.

You stood quietly behind the doorframe, watching your husband in admiration, completely captivated by the way he played.

As the song progressed, you decided to sneak up behind him and surprise him with a few playful kisses along his neck.

Startled, Michael immediately turned around, stopping the music as he caught you and playfully pulled you into his arms, his fingers finding your sides and sending you into a fit of laughter.

“Mike! Sorry!” you cried between giggles.

“What were you tryna do, huh?” he teased, laughing as he pulled you onto his lap.

Both of you eventually settled, catching your breath. You rested the back of your head against his shoulder, still recovering from your little ambush.

“Don’t stop playing on my account,” you murmured. “Go on…”

And so he did.

Michael returned his hands to the piano, his fingers moving across the keys with effortless precision. You watched them closely, mesmerized by every movement, while the gentle rise and fall of his chest pressed against your back.

Every now and then, you could hear him humming softly along with the melody.

Everything about the moment felt almost poetic.

The two of you swayed gently together, moving side to side in perfect rhythm with the music, as though the song had somehow become your own little world.

When the final notes finally faded, Michael leaned down and pressed a soft, lingering kiss against the side of your neck.

He breathed you in for a moment, smiling against your skin.

“You smell so beautiful,” he murmured.

݁♬⋆.˚𝄞

He continued pressing soft, lingering kisses across your neck, his big hands finding your waist and pulling your body closer to his.

You softly arched your back as the heat in your panties grew dangerously intense. “Michael…” you softly moaned.

Catching the hint of what you wanted, you shifted slightly, turning your body around to straddle his legs.

His attention remained fixed on your neck, while one hand moved to your back, caressing it in slow, loving circles before traveling upward until it found the back of your neck.

He grasped it with a loving firmness, causing you to squirm beneath his touch.

His mouth, once fixed against your neck, parted slightly, his tongue tracing a slow, delicate path from your collarbone toward the soft, plush curve of your lips.

And almost immediately, you gave in.

He kissed you with the hunger of a man desperate to consume every bit of your sweetness. No words needed to be spoken. The soft groans and moans escaping you both were enough.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him closer, both of you clinging to each other as though desperately trying to become one.

In one swift motion, he tilted you upward and placed you gently on the piano he had been playing moments before.

The sudden movement sent a loud mixture of keys echoing throughout the room.

Never taking his attention from your lips, his hands found the hem of your dress and slowly began pulling it upward around your hips.

Both of you pulled away from the drunken kiss, breathless as you tried to catch your breaths.

Your hands found his waist, fumbling with his belt as you pulled him closer.

His briefs and pants sliding down— his hard dick with an angry tip, already leaking precum jumped out.

He looked at you, his breathing heavy, the tension between you almost unbearable.

“I need you, Michael,” you whispered.

݁♬⋆.˚𝄞

“Oh baby,” he whispered before diving back into the sweetness of your kiss.

Without looking away from your lips, he slid two fingers down your lace panties, causing you to flinch at the sudden pressure against your clit.

Then, both his hands moved down to your heatness, ripping the panties in half with a loud tearing sound.

Without warning, he slammed his girth inside your weeping cunt. “MIKE!” you almost yelled at the sweet burn of the stretch. You whined against his lips as his hands gripped your hips to hold you in place.

His movements fastened up, refusing to slow down, causing you to screech and squirm beneath him.

The piano notes rang out beneath you, playing like messy background music for the lewd act.

“S-slow down,” you managed to muffle while your eyes rolled back.

His hands gripped you tighter, pulling you flush against his body. “Don't move, mama,” he whispered in your ear, followed by a loud moan. “Y'feel so gooood,” he groaned, lolling his head back.

You gripped his arms harder as you felt your climax growing, the pressure building behind your eyes.

“I'm-" you managed to moan out, your body tensing as you neared the edge.

“Don't you dare,” he commanded, his voice rough with authority. “I got a long way to -Fuck!-to go, princess.” He continued at a fastening pace, driving deeper with every thrust.

The piano keys clattered under your combined weight as he refused to let you release. You didn't know how long you'd be able to hold it in.

The desperation in your chest was overwhelming, your hips bucking instinctively against him as you begged for the release he was cruelly withholding.

Every thrust sent waves of pleasure through you that threatened to shatter your control, but his grip on your hips was iron, anchoring you to the moment while he pushed you further to the brink.

"Please, Mike... I can't-" you gasped, your voice breaking as your inner walls spasmed around him.

"Shh, shh," he moaned against your throat, his own breath coming in ragged, desperate bursts. "Stay right there with me. Don't you let go yet."

He increased the tempo, his cock hitting your sweet spot with punishing accuracy. The piano keys beneath you let out a discordant crash as he drove harder, his movements becoming more needy and uncontrolled.

You were suspended on the edge of a cliff, teetering between ecstasy and agony, your body shaking with the force of holding in your orgasm.

"Look at me," he commanded gently. When you forced your swollen eyes open to meet his blown out pupils, he gave one final, devastating thrust that seemed to reach your very soul. "Now."

the piano keys crashed beneath you as he drove into you one last time, but just as you reached the breaking point, he abruptly pulled away.

The sudden absence left you feeling hollow and desperate, your body twitched while you orgasmed around nothing.

"No, Mike, please-" you sobbed, your hips still bucking involuntarily against the empty air where he had just been.

His own cock, hard and desperate for release, could no longer be held back. He gave himself a few lazy strokes before slamming back inside you.

He maintained that same fast pace, but now he sounded more needy, his breaths coming in ragged gasps as if he were painfully close to his own release.

You felt your own orgasm grow once more after only a few thrusts. His hand came down between your bodies, rubbing your clit faster and harder, sending electricity straight to your core.

The combination of the friction inside you and the relentless stimulation above pushed you to the edge.

“C-Cum with me, baby, please,” he whined against your neck, his voice breaking with desperation. “I want you to feel us.”

His hips bucked harder against yours, the piano keys beneath you continuing a discordant chorus to your moans. "Mike mpf oh godd” you screamed as the dam finally broke.

Your climax hit with devastating force, your walls clamping around him in tight, rhythmic spasms that drew a desperate loud moan from his throat.

The orgasm tore through you, leaving you gasping and helpless as waves of pleasure crashed over your consciousness.

Seeing you break was the final trigger he couldn't resist. "Fuck, yesss " he choked out, his eyes rolling back as he buried himself as deep as possible. With one final, powerful thrust, he came hard inside you, his body stiffening as he poured himself into your heat.

For several long moments, the only sound in the room was your ragged breathing and the fading echoes of the piano keys settling beneath your weight.

He collapsed against you, his forehead resting on your shoulder while his heart hammered against your chest.

You brought your hand lazily to the back of his neck.

“You play the piano very, very well, Mikey,”

you said with a giggle, still struggling to catch your breath from the high you experienced earlier.

ame’s notes : did somebody say sex on a piano?

🏷️ : @mirasjointtttttt

[malepeacock]

〔 ON THE LOW 〕 - JERMAJESTY J

౨ৎ pairing: jermajesty x blackfem!reader

౨ৎ warning: kinda cheating, toxic jermajesty, smut, explicit content,

౨ৎ a/n: so since the toxic allegations are true we might as well make the fics accurate ya know 🫥

You were wearing black, a simple slip dress you’d picked because it looked nice. It wasn’t for him.

You reminded yourself of that twice while getting dressed, once in the car, and again when you stepped onto the sidewalk and saw Jermajesty waiting by the valet stand in a tuxedo.

He looked you over once. “We match.”

“Don’t start.” You handed your bag to the hostess. “You invited me to family dinner. I dressed for family dinner.”

“My family doesn’t dress like this.”

“Then you should’ve told me. I would’ve worn jeans.”

He smiled. “Then you wouldn’t look like you belong with me.”

You rolled your eyes, but followed him inside.

Most of his family was already seated. Jaafar and Jeremy looked up when you approached, their expressions changing just enough for you to notice.

Jaafar stood first, hugging you before glancing at Jermajesty.

He really brought her.

Jeremy nodded from his seat. “Look who finally came out with us.”

You smiled politely. “Hey.”

Then Royal looked between you and Jermajesty. “I thought you were bringing your girlfriend tonight.”

The table went quiet.

“She’s busy,” Jermajesty said.

“She’s always busy.”

The conversation moved on, but the awkwardness stayed. Jermajesty kept finding excuses to talk to you, and every time you looked over, you caught him watching you.

You weren’t sure when this had started.

He’d flirted with you at a mutual friend’s birthday almost a year ago, even though he had a girlfriend. You’d shut him down immediately. Every time he tried again, you reminded him of her.

Until tonight, he’d never invited you to hang out with his family.

And for some reason , you’d said yes.

That realization followed you all the way home.

⸻

The drive back was quiet.

“Thanks for coming,” he finally said.

“Your cousins are interesting.”

“They like you.” He glanced at you. “Jaafar asked if you were single.”

“I am.”

“I know.”

You looked out the window.

After a moment, he spoke again. “Can I stay at your place tonight?”

You turned toward him. “Why?”

“I don’t really want to go home.”

He hesitated before continuing.

“Things with my girl have been bad for a while. We barely talk anymore. I don’t even know what we’re doing.”

You didn’t answer.

“I’m just tired,” he admitted. “I don’t want to be alone tonight.”

You knew you probably should’ve told him to figure things out with his girlfriend first.

Instead, you sighed.

“Fine. But nothing weird.”

He nodded. “Nothing weird.”

You weren’t completely convinced.

⸻

Later, an action movie played quietly from your laptop while you both laid on your bed.

After a few minutes, you finally broke the silence.

“Tell me about ole girl.”

His expression changed.

“What about her?”

“You said things were bad.”

He stared at the screen for a moment.

“She just stopped being there,” he said. “We barely talk. We don’t do anything together anymore. I’ve been losing feelings for a long time, but I didn’t want to admit it.”

You looked at him.

“So what now?”

“I think it’s over.” His voice was quiet. “I just haven’t figured out how to end it.”

You didn’t know what to say.

He looked exhausted, he didn’t seem like the confident guy who was always flirting with you.

You looked at him. In the dim light, his face was all shadows and softness, his eyes doing that thing where they seemed to see right through you.

"Come here," you said, and opened your arms.

He moved into you like he'd been waiting for permission, his head settling on your chest, his arm draping over your waist.

You could feel his breath warm through the cotton of your shirt.

His body heat seeped into you, and you felt something in your chest loosen, like a knot you'd been holding onto for months was finally starting to untie.

"Everything will get better," you whispered, running your fingers through his hair. "You'll figure it out."

"I already have." His voice was muffled against your skin. "I'm right here, aren't I?"

You didn't answer. This was a bad idea. You knew it was a bad idea. But his arm tightened around you, and your eyes started to close, and the hard knot in your stomach turned soft and warm, and before you knew it, you were asleep.

——-

You woke up to him. His face was inches from yours.

Your legs were tangled together, his hand on the curve of your hip, your arm still under his neck.

The sun came through the blinds in soft, golden stripes, painting the room in late-morning warmth.

Neither of you moved. He just looked at you, his dark eyes tracing over your features like he was memorizing them.

And you looked back. The air between you felt thick and heavy, charged with something that had been building for too long to pretend it wasn't there.

"Morning," he said, voice rough as gravel.

"Morning."

"How long you been staring at me?"

"Long enough."

He shifted, rolling more fully onto his back, and your leg stayed hooked over his hip.

His boxers were still on, but they did nothing to hide the thick line of his erection pressing up against the fabric.

You could feel the slickness already coating your inner thighs, and by the way his gaze dropped, so could he.

"Come here," he said, and it wasn't a question.

You climbed over him without hesitation, your thighs settling on either side of his hips.

You were already wet enough that the fabric dampened immediately, and when you rolled your hips down, a low, animal sound tore from his throat.

"Fuck." His hands found your ass, squeezing hard. "You've been holding out on me this whole time."

You leaned down and kissed him.

His tongue slid against yours, hot and insistent, and you moaned into his mouth as his hands roamed up under your shirt, palms dragging over your bare back.

You pulled back just enough to strip the shirt over your head. His eyes dropped immediately to your chest.

Then his hands were there, cupping both breasts, thumbs working slow circles until your back arched and a whimper escaped you.

"You're perfect," he said, and sat up to take one nipple into his mouth.

The heat of his tongue made you jolt. He sucked hard, teeth grazing just enough to make it sting, and your hips bucked against him without thought.

You ground down, cunt sliding over the length of him through his boxers, and the friction made you both groan.

"I want to feel you." He reached down and yanked his boxers off, and then there was nothing between you.

He sprang free, thick and curving up toward his stomach, the swollen head already shiny with precum.

You couldn't stop staring. He was bigger than you'd expected, veiny and heavy, and when you wrapped your hand around him, his whole body tensed.

"Shit." He thrust up into your grip, his eyes squeezed shut. "You don't know how many times I've thought about this. Your hand. Your mouth. That pussy."

"Show me," you whispered.

You positioned yourself over him, the head of his cock nudging against your entrance.

You were so wet now it was dripping down your thighs, and when you began to sink down, the first stretch stole the breath from your lungs.

"Fuck—fuck go slow, baby" His hands clamped onto your hips, not to stop you but to steady himself. "You're so goddamn tight."

You didn't go slow. You couldn't. Your body wanted all of him, and you took him to the base in one long, shaking descent that made your vision swim.

The feeling of being so completely full made your mouth fall open and your head drop back.

You fluttered around his length, already pulsing with the beginnings of an orgasm.

"Oh my god." The words came out broken. "You feel so much better than—"

He caught yourself. But you’d heard.

"Better than who?" Your eyes were dark and knowing. "Better than her?"

He grabbed a handful of ass and thrust up into you, hard enough to make you gasp. "She could never take me like this. Always complaining. Always too tired. But you, you were made for this."

His pelvic bone grinding against your clit with every roll. Your hands braced on his chest, and you could feel the hard muscle there, the sheen of sweat already forming.

He watched you with his mouth open, his gaze roaming from your face to your tits bouncing in his face, down to where your bodies connected.

"Look at you." His voice was wrecked. "Riding me like you've been waiting your whole life for this."

"I have," you admitted, and the confession made you ride harder.

The bed creaked beneath you, the headboard tapping against the wall in a lazy rhythm.

The room filled with the sound of skin slapping skin, wet and obscene, echoing off the walls.

You could smell yourself in the air, sharp and sweet, mixing with the musk of his sweat and the lingering traces of his cologne.

His hands moved to your ass, and he started to help, lifting you and slamming you back down in time with his own thrusts.

The angle changed, he was hitting a spot deep inside you that made stars burst behind your eyes.

"Right there?" He did it again, hitting that same spot, and your thighs shook.

"Yes—right there—don't stop."

"I'm not stopping." His hands were everywhere, your hips, your waist, your breasts, your throat.

He wrapped one hand around the back of your neck and pulled you down for a kiss, and the new angle made him slide even deeper. "You're mine now. You know that? This pussy is mine."

"Yours." The word tumbled out without thought. "All yours."

"You gonna break up with your girlfriend for me?" you asked, the question slipping out between moans.

He laughed and thrust up harder. "I'll break up with her right now if you want. Call her. Let her hear me inside you."

The idea was so filthy, so wrong, that it sent a spike of heat through your belly.

You could hear her voice in your head, the way she'd always looked at you with that tight, suspicious smile, like she knew exactly what her boyfriend was thinking about every time you walked into a room.

Your orgasm was building fast, coiling low and tight. You chased it, grinding harder, and he matched you thrust for thrust until the rhythm turned frantic, desperate.

"Shit—I'm gonna cum—baby, I'm gonna cum."

"Me too."

He grabbed your hips and slammed up into you one final time, and you felt him erupt, hot and thick, filling you in pulsing waves.

The sensation tipped you over the edge, and your own orgasm crashed through you.

"Fuuuuuck." His whole body shuddered beneath you, his fingers digging into your flesh hard enough to leave marks.

You collapsed onto his chest, your heart hammering against his, both of you gasping for air.

He was still inside you, twitching with the aftershocks, and you could feel his cum leaking out around it, hot and slick.

For a long time, neither of you spoke. His arms came around you, holding you there, and you listened to his heartbeat slowly steady under your ear.

Then his phone buzzed again.

You didn't even look. Just closed your eyes and nuzzled into his neck, feeling his hands stroke lazily up and down your spine.

Jermajesty pressed a kiss to the top of your head. "I'm not going anywhere."

And for better or worse, you believed him.

[looenx]

wait is this his voice in the insta story or not im confused 🧍‍♀️

im just as confused as you anon but if it is his voice i need the music dropped immediately

[oneflygirl]

thank you for blessing me daddy.

[blkkbratt]

Oh I’m hungry😩

[theonlyfemme]

Just found a new picture ft. Jerbae🫦

[looenx]

not jermjeasty posting to distract ppl from the drama but the new music tho???

[cvntttyybumblegumprincess]

Dance with me✦

|ᴘᴀʀɪɴɢs: ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟxғᴇᴍʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

| ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴs:ғʟᴜғғ, ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ, ɴᴏ sᴍᴜᴛ, ɴᴏ ᴀɴɢsᴛ, ᴇsᴛᴀʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ ,ɴᴏ ᴜsᴀɢᴇ ᴏғ ᴀɪ

𝘈/𝘕: 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘭𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘤.

sᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ᴅᴀɴᴄɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙᴏʏғʀɪᴇɴᴅ ᴍɪᴄʜᴀᴇʟ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ sᴏɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴀᴅʏ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʟɪғᴇ ᴏғғ ᴏғ ʜɪs ɴᴇᴡ ᴀʟʙᴜᴍ ᴛʜʀɪʟʟᴇʀ

The soft crackle of the vinyl filled the living room as the needle settled into the groove. Outside, the Los Angeles night was quiet, but inside your shared home the air felt warm and golden, lit only by a single floor lamp and the faint glow from the kitchen. The first delicate notes of “The Lady in My Life” floated out of the speakers smooth, intimate, almost shy and you felt Michael shift beside you on the couch.

He had been quiet for a while, one long leg folded under him, the other stretched out, socked feet brushing against the edge of the coffee table. He was still in the clothes he’d worn earlier black trousers, a loose white button down with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, a few buttons undone at the throat. The red leather jacket from the day’s shoot hung over the back of a chair. Even at rest he looked like he belonged to the music, like the song had been written for the way he breathed.

You were curled into the corner of the couch with a cup of tea in one of his oversized sweatshirts and soft shorts, legs tucked under you, watching the way the low light caught the curve of his cheekbone. When the soft synths and bass began to swell, he turned his head. Those dark eyes found yours, and something gentle and certain settled in them.

He stood without a word.

The movement was fluid, almost lazy, the way only Michael could make standing look like the beginning of a dance. He crossed the small space between the couch and the middle of the living room rug, then turned and held out one hand to you. Palm up. Fingers slightly curved. Waiting.

“Would you dance with me?” he asked, voice soft and a little husky, like he’d been saving the words just for this moment.

Your heart did a slow, warm flip. “Michael…”

A small, almost shy smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. He took one step closer, hand still outstretched. “Baby, please.”

There was no real resistance in you. You set your glass down, unfolded your legs, and placed your hand in his. His fingers closed around yours immediately warm, careful, the pads of his fingers lightly calloused from years of practice. He drew you up as if you weighed nothing, guiding you into the open space of the living room where the soft Persian rug met the hardwood.

He didn’t pull you into a formal hold right away. Instead he simply stood close, one hand still holding yours, the other coming up to rest lightly at your waist. The song wrapped around you both like a second skin. He began to sway slow, unhurried, the kind of movement that didn’t demand attention so much as invite it. His body found the pocket of the beat without effort, hips shifting in that signature, liquid way that somehow never looked forced.

You followed, letting him lead. His free hand slid from your waist to the small of your back, drawing you nearer until the front of his shirt brushed against the soft fabric of the sweatshirt you wore. You could feel the steady rise and fall of his chest. He smelled like clean cotton, a hint of the cologne he favored, and something warmer underneath that was just him.

“You’re quiet,” he murmured near your temple, voice barely above the music.

“I’m listening,” you answered, smiling against the curve of his shoulder. “To the song. To you.”

A soft breath of a laugh left him. He turned the two of you in a slow circle, the hem of his shirt shifting against your side. One of his thumbs stroked once, absently, along the ridge of your spine through the fabric. The gesture was so gentle it made your throat tighten.

“I like having you here,” he said after a moment. “Like this. No cameras. No noise. Just… us.”

You tipped your head back enough to look at him. The soft light caught the faint sheen of moisture at the corner of one eye not sadness, just feeling. Michael always felt everything so deeply. You reached up with your free hand and brushed your knuckles lightly along his jaw. He leaned into the touch the way a cat leans into a hand it trusts.

“I love being here with you,” you told him.

His eyes searched yours for a long second. Then he drew you even closer, until there was almost no space left between your bodies. The song swelled into its chorus, and he began to move with a little more intention still slow, still intimate, but with that unmistakable Michael grace. A soft spin that left you laughing under your breath, a dip so gentle it was more suggestion than movement, the way his hand at your back guided you through every shift as if he already knew exactly how your body wanted to answer his.

When the music quieted again into the softer verses, he stopped turning and simply held you. Forehead resting against yours. Noses nearly touching. His eyes half lidded.

“I love you,” he whispered.

The words landed soft and certain, the way they always did when he meant them most. No performance. No grand gesture. Just Michael, standing in the middle of your living room in his socks, telling you the truth while the song he’d once recorded for the world now played only for the two of you.

Your fingers curled into the fabric of his shirt at his shoulder. “I love you more.”

He smiled small, luminous, the kind that reached all the way to his eyes and closed the last inch between you.

The kiss was unhurried. Soft at first, almost careful, the way he always started when the moment felt sacred. His lips moved against yours with quiet reverence, tasting faintly of the peppermint tea he’d been drinking earlier. One of his hands left your back to cup the side of your face, thumb stroking once along your cheekbone. You felt him smile into the kiss when you rose onto your toes to meet him more fully.

He deepened it only a little, just enough to make your pulse flutter, then drew back only far enough to rest his forehead against yours again. Both of you were breathing a little faster. The song continued its gentle journey in the background, wrapping the room in velvet sound.

Michael swayed you both in place for another few bars, his arms secure around you, your head tucked under his chin. You could feel the steady beat of his heart against your cheek. Neither of you spoke. There was no need. The music said enough. His arms said enough. The soft press of his lips against your hair said everything else.

When the final notes of the song began to fade, he didn’t let go. He simply kept moving with you in the quiet that followed, as if the living room and the night and the whole world outside could wait a little longer.

Just the two of you.

The soft light.

And the lingering warmth of a kiss that still tasted like “I love you.”

[sunsetdrvr]

── .✦ soft as a feather, hard as stone

⊱ you fall asleep on pervybsf!michael's lap. 18+ mdni, consensual somnophilia, reader wakes up but pretends she's still sleeping, michael is dirty, groping, nipple play/ball play, some descriptions of reader being thick/curvy, big dick mike, oral (m!receiving), face fucking, fingering, you cum at the same time, half swallow, half facial.

michael was in a sticky predicament.

it was a typical movie night for the two of you– but your job had worn you down so much that you'd fallen asleep within an hour of the first. in any other situation, that would be fine. really, it would have. in fact, he would have curled up beside you and went to sleep himself; or maybe even waited patiently for you to wake up, pretending like you hadn't fallen asleep in the first place.

but you were spread on your side across the couch, and instead of your head being on the armrest, it was perched right in his lap. and sure, michael could still just sleep this way; sitting upright, back against the couch cushion and head hanging to the side. he could even lift your head and shift over, freeing himself from the confinements of being your personal pillow.

but then he ran the risk of you waking up, inches from the semi-hard tent in his pants.

and he couldn't sleep anyway, because every so often you would shift and your cheek would nuzzle closer, deeper into the fabric of his pajama pants– and his dick would give a little twitch and throb. he'd have to throw his head back and take three deep breaths in an attempt to push the urge away, but then he'd raise his head and his eyes would instinctively drift back to you.

deep breaths be damned, because the sight of you was straight from a wet dream.

you wore a loose tank– so loose that if he tilted his head to the right even a little, he could see that you weren't wearing a bra; could see the beginnings of your dark brown areolas in the divot your tank top created. and if he blew air from his mouth over you, causing goosebumps to rise on your shoulders, he could see the hardened peaks forming through the thin fabric. but that was only if he tilted his head to the right. only if he blew air from his mouth. and who's to say he did?

because he didn't! he was a good best friend, focused purely on the movie, and only that.

at least until you pulled your knees closer to yourself, your hips shifting up and then down as you get comfortable; causing a slight ripple throughout the fatty flesh peaking from the bottom of your pajama shorts. he only looked for a few seconds before his eyes drifted further down– to the bare press of your thick thighs. with every inch of skin his gaze traced, he could feel the blood rushing straight south, raising the tent of his pants more and more.

yeah, michael was in a very sticky predicament.

he leaned his head back again, getting through two and a half deep breaths before his body jerked slightly at the feeling of something wet. when he leaned over your body slowly, peering at how your mouth was squished open from the way his hard dick dug into your cheek, he could see a string of drool trailing down the corner of your mouth and creating a puddle over the front of him. and when enough gathered, he watched your spit trail down and down, starting from just below the top of his covered length and to the base of him.

michael sits back again, with a soft "o-oh," as he squeezes his eyes shut– attempting to erase the visual from his mind. though he freezes when you shift once more...

and when you continue to move for longer than usual, he rests a hand on your side, hoping to stop you from the way you're rubbing against him again– but it's a mistake; because when you finally settle with a contented noise, he can feel the warm and smooth expanse of your bare stomach from where his long fingers sit.

that little taste is the switch he'd been trying his hardest to avoid.

eyes peeled, he trails his hand from your stomach and over the hill of your hip– then down to the curve of your ass. michael pauses here, eyes flickering to your face to check if you're still sleeping, before he begins to softly grope you; groaning when he spreads his fingers wide and grips, not even holding half of the fat of your ass in his big hands. he does the same to your other cheek before moving, pulling the waistband of your shorts up until your ass is swallowing most of the fabric– ignoring each pulse and throb and twitch coming from his dick.

he moves again, slowly, back over your hip and side and forward, until his palm is covering your breast. michael pauses again, watching the rise and fall of your chest and the way your eyes stay closed, plump lips still parted. when he feels he's in the clear, he continues his administrations on your breast– kneading and rubbing, thumb flicking over your nipple and watching in fascination as your thighs press together, even in your sleep.

well, in what he thinks is your sleep– because you're very awake; hiding behind closed eyes and parted lips. you'd been awake from the first twitch of dick against your cheek, from the moment your head was pushed further as he grew harder with each touch. you fought not to bite your lip, drool still spilling from your mouth at the way he pinches your nipple between two fingers and rolls.

and michael planned to stop there, really. he wasn't that much of a freak. but when he moves so that his hand is resting flat against your breast, you pretend as if you're shifting in your sleep again– letting a quiet moan fall from your lips as you slowly arch your back into his hand, as if you're stretching. he only had so much self control.

michael waits until you're finished repositioning before he moves himself, fingertips teasing the top of your tank top and pulling down, salivating as more of your bare skin is exposed. he keeps his eyes on your breast as it finally slips free from the restraint of your top. within seconds his hands are back on you– everything feeling ten times better now that there's no fabric blocking your skins from touching.

your eyes roll back behind your eyelids as you force your body to stay still, clenching your thighs as discreetly as you can. soon after, the faded lights from behind your eyes grow darker, and the smell of his cologne grows stronger. you peek one eye open –the one closest to his lap– to see him beginning to touch himself.

you deserve a fucking medal from the way you bite your moan back down. he's so turned on from playing with your tits that he's started to palm himself, and if you strain your ears hard enough, you can hear the staggered breaths he lets out. really, you don't know how much longer you can pretend, because the wet growing between your thighs is becoming excessive. uncomfortable.

luckily, it doesn't take long for him to shift his hips forward, and slouch his back slightly further down the couch cushion so that your head falls towards his stomach– revealing the button on the crotch of his pajamas. one hand works to unbutton it in seconds before he's reaching inside and pulling himself out.

this time, you have to bite your lip to keep the sounds and saliva in as you peer at the perfection in front of you. from where your head rests, you can only see a little more than half of his length, and can only see glimpses of velvety brown and veins as he pumps himself slowly.

you shift again, unconsciously, because the hand at your breast is still working overtime –switching between nipples, pinching, rubbing, flicking– and the feeling is so overwhelming. a whimper leaves your lips.

michael freezes again– stopping both of his hands as his heart pounds, thinking of ways he can explain his way out of this. he almost can't believe his eyes as he watches your mouth part again, pink tongue darting out to lick at the base of him.

you're both silent, waiting for the others' next move. and when michael stays still, you figure the ball must still be in your court.

raising your head slightly, your tongue leaves your mouth again– this time licking a trail from where his fingers still grip to the ridge of his tip, swirling around it before you take his whole head into your mouth and suck; still giving kitten licks as you do.

michael's hand leaves his dick, shooting straight for the back of your head as he throws his head back and moans. the hand on your breast tightens with the pleasure he feels, trapping your nipple between his ring and pinky fingers– which in turn, makes you whine around the head of his dick. it's a non-stop chain reaction, because the vibrations has his hand pushing your head down to take him deeper.

you're unprepared, choking sounds ringing throughout the air and tears filling your waterline as his tip hits the back of your throat– but you recover quickly, tongue cupping the underside of him as you suction your cheeks and move up, then back down, creating a rhythm.

"ohh… oh, god…" he cries out, fingers gripping the strands of your hair. your hand flies up to cover the inches of his length that your mouth can't take, twisting and following the wet trail you leave with every bob. you watch through lidded eyes as michael's legs straighten, toes curling each time you reach his tip and give a harsher suck. he moves to plant one foot on the floor as his hand pushes down at the same time as his hips shift up, pushing himself deeper into your throat again. "m'sorry— too good—" he moans as you sputter, a pool of spit sliding down his balls when he pushes holds you down at the base of him, bringing the hand from your breast to wrap around your throat; feeling the bulge through the thin skin of your neck. "—breathe, baby, breathe… doin' so good for me."

when he finally lets you go, you pull your mouth from him– gulping down air as you work him with your hand. "so good, so good…" he sighs when he feels the wet heat of your mouth again, the vibration of your moan as he moves one hand back down your body, dragging your useless shorts down– just far enough for him to reach that sweet spot between your thighs. "don't worry your pretty little head, your best friend is — mmmm, just like that — gonna take care of you, okay?"

michael cups you from behind, all four fingers pulling away with a string of your arousal attached. "god, you love this just as much as me… you're s-so dirty, mama…"

he trails a finger through your folds, collecting your juices before probing at your hole at the same time as you bob your head up, licking at the sensitive skin where his head meets his shaft. his hips jerk up and his finger slips inside of you. you pull away from his dick to moan when another finger follows immediately, but he stops you with the hand planted on the back of your head– gently urging you back to him with a "shhh".

you continue like this for minutes more, your mouth filled with his heavy weight and his two fingers switching between shallow and deep pumps. but michael grows frustrated with the angle quickly, ignoring your whimper as he removes his fingers and grips the thigh resting on top, pulling it up until your legs are spread like a 'v'.

the upper half of your body stays the same, still sideways in his lap, but with your ass now against the couch cushion michael can sneak his hand over your stomach and right between your legs– wasting no time returning his fingers to where you need him the most. his palm presses firm against your clit as his fingers curl inside you, satisfied now that he can easily hit that spot that makes your whole body tense. you mewl around his dick, the vibration making him hiss through his teeth as you start grinding against his hand in pure desperation.

it doesn't take long for that knot to tighten deep in your belly– and wanting so badly to bring him there with you, you drop your hand to his balls and fondle them. you cup your hand around them and bring your mouth down to suck them in quickly, before going back to bobbing along his length, making sure your tongue licks at his balls with each drop.

"f-fuck yes— m'close," he groans, muscles of his stomach tightening at that familiar feeling. "this s'what our friendship needed, h-huh, mama? —be so much closer after."

you can't answer with words, only with a muffled moan as your grinding becomes more urgent– and when michael adds one last finger and presses his palm against your clit harder, the knot in your belly snaps, wave after wave crashing over you as your pussy clenches around his fingers. the squelching grows louder as he fingers you through your release.

"g-gonna," is the only warning he can give you as you feel the first pulse of his seed on your tongue. you swallow around him, taking what you can, but there's almost too much. you pull him from your mouth with a 'pop!', stroking him with your hand as the last few spurts cover your face. his cum drips down your cheek, across your chin, and you keep your mouth open– tongue hanging out to catch what you can.

michael's fighting to keep his eyes open, whines falling from his lips and chest heaving, as he watches his release paint your face.

if he thought the sight of you earlier was a wet dream– then the sight of you now was heaven on earth; shorts pushed all the way down to your ankles and his fingers still buried deep inside you, pussy lips glistening, bare breasts spilling out of the top of your tank, and your face flushed and covered in him as you meet his eyes.

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tags: @king-mila @deytimestar

[whimsywalker]

no bc his face in the beginning is so sacred to me

i am gripping my sheets every damn time 😩 THIS MANNNN COULDA HAD ALLLLL OF MEEEEEE

[pvtypyt]

Hell nah my husband ain’t weird !

Mature!michael x black reader lovely request !

synopsis: during an interview with your husband you came to his defense after the interviewer kept asking weird questions about your sex life and multiple other things.

warnings: cursing, established relationship, slick remarks from reader, shy!michael

Prime time live — 2006

Right now currently you were sitting next to your husband michael as the journalist Diane sawyer were having you two as a special guest on today’s live. You and Michael were married for close about two years now the relationship was like a fairytale, all you could dream off. But you knew the public was weird, they always been weird to michael specifically but once the public found out you two were engaged then married the media started shredding you into pieces at times, some had good things to say, some didn’t. But did you give a damn?, absolutely not.

You sat with your legs straightened, michael next to you picking with his nails. The interview didn’t even start yet and he was already nervous. you gently pop his hand giving the fact that you told him to stop doing that and that it messes up his nails, “stop doin’ that michael.” You said lowly turning your head to him giving him a soft smile. His head turns towards yours and he smiles at you. “sorry angel….just a habit.”

“Yeah i can see that, but it’s messing up your nails and I don’t like it.” You said with a light chuckle then giving him a quick kiss on his lips which left him completely flustered turning his head away from you. Then soon as you were about to make another joke the journalist diane came out walking to her seat which sat directly in front of you and michael.

you smiled giving a welcoming smile and michael grabbed your hand squeezing it, you could tell he was very nervous and just needed to hold onto something that would calm him, you. he takes a deep breath as the producers and workers started the countdown giving you both a heads up. “Ready! Three two one!” One worker yelled out and that’s when diane started talking. “Wow! What a pleasure to have you here Michael!, and thank you for also coming (name)” she gave a bright smile showing all her teeths. He smiled at Diane “thank you for inviting us, we’re truly honored to be here.” He said in that soft velvety voice that you loved.

“thank you for having us here,” you said smiling at Diane, keeping your composure as the cameras rolled. "So," Diane began, leaning forward with her hands clasped together, setting up the foundation for the interview. "It’s no secret that the world has been fascinated by the two of you ever since the announcement. Everyone wants to know what goes on behind closed doors at Neverland."

You felt his grip on your fingers tighten slightly. He gave a modest nod, looking down at his lap before meeting her gaze again. "We just try to live as normally as possible, Diane. Love is simple when you don't let the outside noise in."

"Is it simple, though?" Diane pressed, her tone turning probing. "Because rumors have been flying left and right. People are constantly speculating about your intimacy, whether this marriage is for show, or if you two are... well, genuinely active with one another. How do you respond to people calling your relationship 'unusual'?, how does that work out for the two of you?, I know that you’re a very busy man and as a wife,” she turns her head towards you eyeing you. “I know that could be extremely difficult for you at times, so how is that?”

Michael offered a shy, quiet laugh, looking toward the floor as he cleared his throat. "Well you know... we try our best to keep things happy in our marriage, it’s actually very good people just—"

"well I mean we are married, we do what married people do we obviously love each other, and I don’t understand what you mean by,” you let go of michaels hand quoting your two fingers. “Difficult times for me.” you interrupted smoothly, cutting off Michael's timid response. You sat back, tilting your head looking at her. “I just don’t see how that’s anyone’s business?” You ask.

Diane blinked, caught slightly off guard by your directness, though she kept her professional smile. "I'm asking how you handle the persistent public skepticism surrounding your intimacy." Diane turns her head towards michael before looking back down to her notes before completely zoning you out as if you didn’t exist at the interview as well. “So Michael the world wants to know, what are you sexual”

he blinks a few times, of course he was used to getting these questions if he could count how many times he’d been asked this he would genuinely be the richest in the world, even though he already quite frankly was. He blinks before letting out a dry laugh. “I’m a gentleman,” he says placing a hand over his heart completely shocked that people are even this interested in his life like this.

“Tuh,” you said with an actual laugh. You genuinely couldn’t believe what you were hearing right now from Diane’s mouth, you knew being married to the most famous person in the world would come with the most weirdest and uncomfortable situations ever. “girl yes me and my husband be fuckin, like?” you said laughing again raising your eyebrow. “Excuse my language but what the hell do yall expect a married couple to do?, yall think we at home playing with cards or something?”

Michael side eyes you before looking back at diane who looked as surprised as him. He couldn’t believe you just said that on national television. He blinks again absolutely speechless onto what he just said. “uh…” he said biting down on his lower lip.

A moment of silence filled the room for a second, you had absolutely no shame at all whatsoever cause what did people really expect to be happening?, I mean yes you and michael played games and all but logistically what did people think was happening at home?. After awhile the interview questions came and went as you and michael talked on about different topics that was asked. Until diane brought up the allegations.

"Now michael... we have to talk about the allegations," Diane said, her voice dropping into that serious, newsroom cadence. "The taboids have been relentless, and the public is looking for answers regarding the claims made about you and young children."

Next to you, his body went completely stiff. His posture stiffened, the light completely vanishing from his eyes as he swallowed hard. He looked down at his lap, his knuckles turning white as he gripped your fingers so tight it almost hurt. You could feel the slight tremble running through his frame the raw, agonizing pain he tried so desperately to mask behind a neutral expression.

Diane opened her mouth to press further, but you weren't having it. Without breaking your firm grip on Michael's hand, you leaned forward, your posture sharp, relaxed confidence instantly replaced by an icy, protective edge. "Diane," you cut in, your voice being dead serious. "Let me stop you right there cause there was no reason for you to bring that up right now knowing how the world is treating him.”

Diane paused, looking up from her notes in surprise. "This is a serious matter—"

"It is a serious matter, which is why it's disgusting how media outlets like yours treat it like prime-time entertainment," you said, staring her dead in the eye. "My husband has given his entire life, his childhood, and his heart to helping people. He spent years opening his home to sick and underprivileged kids when nobody else gave a damn, and the moment people see someone being genuinely kind, they try to twist it into something sick, miss me with that bullshit cause first of all the parents were there and I don’t why why they raggedy asses ain’t sayin it ain’t true? My husband ain’t do shit to yall but help yall asses i witnessed it with my own eyes you think ima sit here and let yall talk about my man like that?, do yall know who the fuck yall talking too right now? I’m not the rest of these lil Hollywood bitches I will tear yall asses up with no problem bout my man.” You said popping your neck at her eyes wide. “But yall don’t wanna talk about all the good things mike do for people, huh?”

He glanced up at you sideways, his soft eyes wide, completely stunned by the fierce warmth in your voice.

"He's been cleared, the truth is out, yet y'all keep dragging him through the mud just for views," you continued, shaking your head with a sharp, incredulous laugh. "So if you called us here today to do a cheap hit piece instead of talking about his actual music and humanitarian work, you're barking up the wrong tree. Next question."

Diane cleared her throat, noticeably shifting in her seat under your glare, completely stripped of her standard composure.

Beside you, Michael let out a slow, quiet breath. The tension melted out of his shoulders as he leaned into your side, squeezing your hand with profound gratitude, knowing he'd never have to fight the world alone again. After awhile the interview ended and he turned towards you. “You didn’t have to do that, i could’ve handled it.” He squeezed your hands smiling at you, even though he told you not to do that he was still completely grateful that you did do it.

“boy please I’m not sitting nowhere and letting anyone try to ruin my husband’s image, you’re a great man and i witness it everyday.” You said giving his lips a quick kiss.

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[moejacksonn]

i wanna bite his ass

[mjsslave2therhythm]

SO FINE

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pairing : bf!jermajesty x black!f!thick!reader

summary : jermajesty couldn’t help but touch you while you clean the house, swaying your hips teasing him.

a/n : based on “so fine” by mint condition. i was in the damn shower blasting this motherfucking song and this small babble popped up in my head.

warnings : you should already know…. :)

it was around 12:30pm when you were blasting your 90s playlist.

as you were cleaning your all time favorite song came on, “so fine.” by mint condition. you couldn’t help but move your hips slowly to the rhythm of the beat.

while you were doing so, jermajesty came downstairs but slightly froze in his steps with a smirk plastered on his face, watching you. he continued walking into the kitchen and then walked up behind you.

being oblivious as you are, you didn’t notice him behind you until you felt his large and warm hands, snake onto your hips breathing onto your neck.

“cause girl you look so good to me, yeah. so fine, lady.”

as your favorite part played, you pressed your soft and plumped ass onto his crouch, biting your lip slowly. jermajesty breath hitched as his hands moved up and latched onto your boobs, giving them a soft squeeze.

“so fine, you sway me. so fine, lady.”

you moaned softly into his touch and gripped onto the counter, turning your head back and pressed your lips onto his.

the kiss was so slow and passionate. so intimate. so sexual. so hot.

“so fine, you sway me.”

his shaft harden against your ass as you two continued to kiss away. he slowly pulled away, looking into your eyes with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth, wrapping his arms around your waist. “you so fuckin’ pretty mamas.”

you smirked and turned around in his arms, facing him. “and your so fuckin’ handsome daddy.”, that word sent more blood to run straight to his dick.

“oh really?”, he looked at you with low hooded eyes. “yes really”, “so show me how handsome i am.”, he muttered as he slowly stepped back.

you bit your lip and slowly went on your knees infront of him pulling his sweats down. “ay ay captain.”

“so fine.”

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THE END!

song been in my head since last week so i had too make this of dada.