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beginner writer who plans on writing fics very soon

[jkkyks]

If you are a michael fan, and yk so well that michael was doing everything in his well to support kids and save lives..

YET Y’ALL trying to support that zionist called Maddie who encourages k!ll!ng children , then fuck off my page , cuz if i see you am gonna take you to Michael so he can fuck you up there

Dont try to act all good and supportive of people when you support the people who encourages genocide. SHUT THE FUCK UP! SHUT UP!

[prettyangeliczz]

Pent up Jaafar is a NEED🙏 like he's usually a gentleman but sometimes he can't hold himself back, eyes rolling back literally at just barely being touched over his crotch, and yeah, the bed won't survive that night😔😩😩

that’s when you guys break the bed for maybe the first or second time. it’s embarrassing after the fact, but you both laugh it off because images of last night start to hit.

[xyzabceo]

is it crazy if i say ima need a reader x jermajesty and jafaar 👀👀 not in that weird way but in a way that the reader js has them both like-

[sweeterners]

18+ mdni. nanny leaving a light weight sweater, maybe a cardigan at the house after she leaves. it was nearly summertime, but the early mornings still tended to be a tad chilly with the morning fog and dew. so it was only natural that throughout the day of caring for the children and the million of activities you manage to fit within the day for them that you drape it over the couch to later be forgotten when you leave the home late at night.

only for the pale yellow of your cardigan to catch michael's attention from the corner of her eye when he's doing his final walk through the home turning off all of the lights. shuffling over to the couch and picking up the cover up, the material soft underneath his calloused hands from years of wear and tear. not knowing what possess him when he brings the cardigan up to his nose, inhaling till his chest can't expand any further then deflating upon exhaling. his eyes fluttering shut as he repeats the action, the faint scent of your perfume intoxicating him.

and he knows he's a damned man when he takes your cardigan to his bedroom. he should feel bad as he pressings his nose into the material, his hand palming over her bulge. thoughts ridden of his nose being pressed up against your neck, nipping and kissing at it as you beg for him. but he doesn't, not even when cums all over his hand, your name falling from his lips like a tender prayer.

there's never guilt during the act, but guilt followed in the morning when you had arrived, barely set you things down and michael came to greet with you cardigan. your smile too sweet and thank you undeserving when he hands it back with the flashes of last night running through his mind.

[sweeterners]

18+ mdni. okay wait... not to get nasty but i feel like nanny!reader would sooooo make mature era michael's breeding kink go crazy! especially when he sees how quickly the kids warmed up to you when you first started! and how much you clearly care for them despite just having the title of being their nanny.

from taking them on adventures (whether it's just walks around the neverland grounds or outings out), picking them back up and dusting them off when they get hurt and of course kissing said boo-boo over the character bandaid you put on at their wish, to musing prince's antics to watching paris's rehearsals in the home studio to falling asleep with blanket pressed up against chest when he couldn't sleep. everything about you makes michael go crazy with thoughts that you'd be a great mother.

and it only got worse when there was a down time in the home, michael had return early and prince and paris were content entertaining themselves and each other after having lunch. so that just left you, michael, and blanket at the table, the two of you talking about blanket's milestones, having seen him hit important ones like saying his first word and taking his first steps since you started nannying the jackson kids just a couple of months before blanket's first birthday. michael watched you with a certain look in his eyes as you clean off blanket's messy face and hand hands with a wipe before you remove him from his booster seat and watch him run over to where his siblings are.

you begin to ramble on about the doctor's visit michael had to unfortunately miss earlier that morning. "y'know, he's hitting all of his milestones excellently!" you beam. michael nods along, a smile to match your own. because if he didn't he'd continue to dwell on missing an important check up for his child, despite your reassurance that it's just one out of the countless other visits he's been there for. "hm, tell me more." and you do. going on about blanket's coordination and the small sentences he's started to form, especially when you read to him. and somehow that caused you to go off on a tangent about how paris has been loving one of your childhood books the paper bag princess, a small telltale of the age difference. it's in the moment that michael realizes how much you care about the kids, his kids development into tiny humans. and he honestly, like really truthfully can't help but shift in his seat, eyes concentrated on the natural glow you have as you talk about prince's interest to remove his training wheels on his bike. and he should be paying a attention, especially since it's his eldest boy your talking about. you're just making it extremely hard to pay attention, and his thoughts don't help, not when they're all about how glowy and borderline angelic you'd look pregnant with his child. so, really, it isn't his fault when he mutters out. "have you ever thought about having your own kids?" the question makes you stop talking and you just stair. taking in how michael's hair cascades over his face and his eyebrows raised a little at the ask of the question. "um-" you're trying to rang in any loose thought in your mind. but all that keeps racing within it is that this is your boss who just asked you this question, and it's a harmless one, you get asked it quite a bit from family and friend. and you consider you and michael close enough for a question like this to come up, but the way he's staring you down as if he's hungry when there's a plate of half touched food in front of him has you feeling like a deer caught in headlights. "i do," answering honestly. that's all michael needs to hear. "you'll be a great mother," he compliments, with thoughts that he'll be the man to make you a mother.

©sweeterners 2026.

[perfectillusiontreasure]

𓆩𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔯𝔦𝔰𝔱𓆪

🦇 vampire!michael x fem!reader

🧛🏻 You work as a maid for Michael Jackson. After retiring from his music career he vanished from the public eye living hidden in the dark woods under the name "Maestro." Over time your maid role brought you closer to him and bit by bit you found yourself falling in love. However you soon uncovered the heartbreaking truth behind his decision to disappear from the world forever.

1 | the interview 2 | first day

[prettyangeliczz]

but if i say i wanna suck his fingers and let him finger me till i cry, i’m crazy right?

[mccartneyqp]

Mature!Michael x VictoriaSecret!Reader

If you guys want you can request a moodboard in my asks!

[prettyangeliczz]

need his chain to dangle over my face while he’s thrusting in me and calling me his pretty baby and his big hand covering my mouth and muffling my moans while he’s kissing my body. what handsome, talented man he is.

[wokekoi]

BEING BESTIES WITH MJ HEADCANONS. 🥞

“where is my friend, smiley??” – lyric from "where is smiley?" (cause i think it's cute and kinda vibes).

bestie!michael who is your #1 top supporter, whether you're a fellow singer or not. sometimes, it can be the opposite; you going to one of his concerts and cheering from the crowd. he always takes notice of you and get flustered but happy that you were there for him.

bestie!michael who would invite you over to hang out whenever he can, you two would play games, watch movies together, and a bunch of stuff — sometimes even bringing you to the studio so you could watch him rehearse and practice. if you were a fellow singer, you two would even collab in a one of his songs while there.

bestie!michael who would take any chance to try prank you and always succeeds in doing so. there were times where you decided to get back at him in revenge by pranking him back and you always pulled the best tricks under your sleeve when getting your sweet revenge.

bestie!michael who secretly gets a little jealous and protective even when a guy gets too close to your comfort. he holds back if the guy isn't doing anything but if they start to get on your nerves or make you uncomfortable, he doesn't hesitate to call them out cause no one shouldn't be messing with you around him.

bestie!michael who likes to open his arms to give you a full bear-hug embrace, whether if you're shorter or taller, he'll still pull you over and hug you like a bear.

bestie!michael who would spend hours, even days if so on talking about his interests and stuff that happened in his day, sometimes trying to extend the conversation longer and even follow you around when you're moving while talking.

bestie!michael who would sometimes invite you to show his pets even exotic ones, gently encouraging you like "c'mon girl, I promise you – they won't bite!” when you're too scared and anxious. if you interacted with bubbles, he gets excitedly hyper and feel his heart melt at the sight of you and bubbles interacting.

bestie!michael who immediately goes to full defendant mode on when someone accuses you of something you didn't do, he would defend you with all his heart even in public like he's your lawyer at court and you're the client.

bestie!michael acts his real self the moment he finally lets his guard down around you and confides you with his deepest secrets, his frustrations, his vulnerabilities. you're one of the very few people he trusts deeply.

a/n - second writing post of the day, tysm for all the reblogs and likes on my first previous writing work i appreciate y'all sm so i decided to feed you all something special 🥹💖

[cupidslyrics]

In the closet

“𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚎, 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚎 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚟𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚘 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝙺𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚝”

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Pairing: Michael Jackson x f! Black reader

Type: One shot

Synopsis: Michael longs for a private romantic relationship away from the public eye with a girl nobody knows about, when he enters the bookstore in a public disguise and sees you, you might just be his manifestation. Warnings: Sexual themes, MDNI, smut, 18+, fingering, bookstore sex, cursing, p in v sex

WC: 4528

A/N: Hii!! This is my first fanfic on my page so I hope you enjoy, sorry if it’s not the best it’s my first time writing smut aswell😭 have a beautiful day/night <3

February California 1992

Two weeks. Two whole weeks of Michael trying to get this frustrating song to come together.

He had practically already wrapped up all of the songs for his upcoming album dangerous. He had made 13 songs to be exact with the help of his amazing producers Quincy jones and Teddy riley.

But there was something missing, a song - containing ideas that have been in the back of his mind for months.

And after a restless night of tossing and turning he had sat up in his bed and the revelation came to him. This song needed to be personal. It needed to be about love, and yes in the past he had made dozens of songs regarding the topic. But this one, need to specifically be about the type of love that he wants- no the type of love he has always wanted.

With lyrics that came straight from his soul, a song about a private yet passionate infatuation.

His entire life has always been put out on display including his love life ever since he entered adulthood. Every female interaction flashed with cameras for everyone to see and grasp.

Michael yearned for a romance that was private but wasn't a secret. He yearned for people and interviewers to ask who the mystery girl was and why he was extra smiley recently.

A romance where him and his lover are nowhere near the spotlight for people to claw apart. A romance where him and his lover could be ordinary people. Where he wasn't a popstar but just a man in love.

Something he was never able to do with his previous relationships where the females were only with him for his name and fame. Hidden kisses, caresses and whispers that only him and his lover knew about without needing to do it in front of cameras. A relationship where they both took a vow to keep it in the closet.

A day after arriving back at neverland with pure fatigue, Michael couldn't think of a better way to spend his day off than to add new marvel comics to his never ending collection.

On the drive back home from the Westlake recording studio yesterday, with his temple resting against the cold glass of window, he noticed a new book store had just opened down the street.

Which is currently why after 30 minutes of putting on his usual hidden public disguise of fake facial hair, short afro wig, buck teeth, baseball cap, some dark aviator shades and baggy clothes. Michael heads out of his ranch getting inside of his bodyguard Bill Bray's black Mercedes Benz on the way to the new bookstore he hasn't been able to stop thinking about.

You’ve finally managed to open your own little but filled to the brim bookstore. To say it wasn’t easy was an understatement but you done it.

With the help of your life long motivation of always wanting to own your own bookstore, twelve year old you would probably be screaming with joy right now.

It’s only been open for about 3 weeks, but tears never fail to brim in the corners of your eyes at how your hard work has caused hundreds of customers bustling in everyday.

Everything is exactly how you’ve always dreamed for it to be, dimly light store giving off a warm, nostalgic kind of vibe with a variety of different types of novels and genres filling up the oak wood shelves that took you days to build all by yourself.

Today however, is a quieter day with maybe around 15 customers so far. The weather could be the main culprit for the lack of customers, the windows of the store are still slightly blurred from the rain that ended about 15 minutes ago.

Water droplets have their own race as the after drizzle sun sets the store into a gentle golden hour, lighting up the entire store.

Just as you were restocking the comic book areas, the soft chim of the bell indicating someone’s arrival sounds in the store.

Turning around you can’t help but be slightly startled by the homeless looking man across from you. Softly clearing your throat, you make sure your tone and body language remain friendly.

“Hi sir, can I help you with anything? Or do you just want to have a look around first?”

Michaels eyes flicker up from behind the large aviators he’s wearing, immediately his eyes wander over you with an appreciation that makes his heart beat shamelessly.

You were a rare beauty, the type of beauty he hadn’t seen in a very long time, the type of beauty that inspired a lot of his songs, pyt to be specific.

His tongue wets his lips as he takes in your deep melanin skin that sat in mesmerising contrast on the cream knitted sweater you were wearing, thick dark coils coming from your scalp reminding him of the hair he once had in his teen days, was pulled back into a cute low white ribboned ponytail. Just looking at you had his mind swarming with future lyric ideas.

“Hi..im just lookin around” he finally manages to reply.

With a polite smile your eyebrows furrow ever so slightly at the familiarity of his voice, but you brush off the thought and carry one of the boxes to head over to a shelf that needed to be restocked.

Finally releasing a small breath he didn’t know he was holding, Michael takes his time to look around nodding in amazement of how you managed to use this small space to build such an aesthetically pleasing book store.

“Just opened up huh? This place is amazing” he says out loud as he heads to the comic section.

From where you were standing across the store you shyly smile in appreciation at the thick moustached man

“Oh uh- thanks! yeah I opened up a few weeks ago, still so much left to do” you replied with a light easy going chuckle.

Looking over your shoulder you see the man slightly hunched over browsing through the marvel collection, your eyes are fixated on the way his long slender fingers are pulling each comic back in search of something.

Thickly swallowing, you shake your head - get a hold of yourself Y/N he’s a customer you thought to yourself. In your defence, it has been a long time since you’ve done anything with a man, so the mere sight of fingers as perfect as his had you salivating.

Holding in your amusement seeing how concentrated with a frown he didn't know he had as the man was in search of something, you put down the box deciding to stroll over.

“Are you looking for the new Amazing spiderman comic?”

Michael slightly jumps at the sound of your voice before chuckling softly

“Yeah uh, I guess it’s all sold out isn’t it? I should’ve came earlier but I’ve got a really busy schedule you see.”

There it was again- that voice. A voice that the entire world knows and a voice that can never be mistaken.

“No not at all- I have some new stocks I’ll go grab it for you-......sir I’m sorry if this comes across a bit weird and trust me when i say this is a major compliment but- has anyone ever told you that you sound exactly like Michael Jackson?”

His eyes enlarged before relaxing them, clearing this throat to seem unfazed

“oh me? Well that’s a first”

He forces a casual chuckle despite how his fingers are fidgeting with each other in nervousness of his cover potentially about to be blown but luckily it wasn’t.

And for about two months, after that visit, he made sure to always visit your little book store if not to browse the comics, it was to get a glimpse of you.

He was infatuated and you had no idea. Each time he visited a new lyric for his 14th song was created, you learned that his name was William or at least that was what he told you it was.

He was so sweet and kind, a friendship had soon blossomed, hanging out when he had long weeks off, walking you home after your shifts were over just to make sure you were safe. Sometimes even being there your entire shift to help around.

It started to dawn on you that your own sense of attraction and liking was starting to develop for him….which was weird because he never properly showed you his face before, he always had his cap and dark glasses on, you had no idea what his eyes even looked like, he also had very funny teeth but you grew to find it cute.

But it wasn't about the looks for you. What mainly captivated you was his personality, he always had you excited when the bell to your store would shake. And his voice, gentle like a whisper with a hint of southern to it, you always told him his voice reminded you of Michael Jackson but he always gave you that charming laugh and called you crazy.

On a bright April day you were cleaning up the store, today the store was closed so you were alone dusting and reorganising certain areas.

Your fluffy coils were down from your usual ponytail, framing your face like a crown, you’ve got a broom stick in your hands whilst your hips are swaying in your sundress to pyt by Michael Jackson which was currently playing from the stereo.

You were so engulfed in singing the lyrics and sweeping, you couldn't even hear the bell to your store chimming.

Upon entering, Michael hears his voice coming from the electronic, pyt the popular song from his album thriller.

He looks up seeing the effortless sway of your hips, your sundress is sage green complimenting the skin he’s already dreamed about kissing, and your thick coils which he’s always wanted to see out of the ribbon is now wild and free framing the face he’s started sketching during breaks inside his studio.

Michael leans his back against the door with a playful smirk resting on his lips bopping his own head to the tune, he hasn’t announced his presence yet, he’s just taking his time to enjoy the fact that the little bookstore worker who’s had him wrapped around her finger for weeks, is singing her heart out to his song who she has no idea belongs to him.

Whilst dancing, you shimmy yourself to twirl around before seeing a tall figure by the door, letting out a scream and jump you adjust your eyes to see William just casually resting against the stores door

“Shit! Will- fuck you scared the crap out of me!”

Michael- or William, throws his head back with a loud chuckle before composing himself

“Sorry!- I really didn’t mean to scare ya doll! I just didn’t want to interrupt all those cool dance moves you got goin on”

Your cheeks grow warm in embarrassment, cool dance moves my ass you couldn’t dance to save your life.

Biting your lip to conceal your own humour you playfully hit his arm “Shut up! you didn’t see anything!”

Michael continues to laugh before holding onto your arms to block the hits.

“Okay okay! but all jokes aside, you uh….really like this song huh?….and Michael Jackson too?”

Your giggles subside as you nod enthusiastically

“Mhm, of course I mean who doesn’t? Hes the king of pop! he’s the best”

Michaels heart flutters hearing your words, you have no idea who were speaking to and the entire fact about this makes Michael melt even more. Hearing the raw genuine appreciation in your voice makes him want to just rip off the disguise and reveal himself to you, the real him.

But as he continues to look down at you his breath hitches seeing your beauty so up close he can’t help but lift his hand to tip your chin up, your own heart is beating rapidly in your chest that you can’t help but ask

“Let me see your eyes….”

Michael nervously swallows but his thumb strokes and caresses your cheek soothingly, making you lean more into his touch. After all these weeks the feelings between both of you are now undeniable, he caught feelings for you the moment he stepped into the bookstore and as cliche as it sounded it really was love at first sight for him.

You were so unknown, so beautiful, so away from the spotlight and prying eyes, everything he’s ever wanted and everything he’s been describing about when writing the lyrics for his new song.

Looking into your deep brown irises through his aviators he realises it’s now or never.

“Okay…..b-but….i got somethin I need to tell you first Y/N”

Your smile slightly falters hearing the uncharacteristic seriousness in his tone making you straighten and nod to show you’re listening, paying attention to whatever it is that made his mood so suddenly nervous.

Seeing your nod Michael feels a bit reassured but still anxious at what your reaction will be. Would you be mad? Happy? Sad and upset? Hurt? Betrayed? He prayed whatever reaction you gave him that he made sure to tell you it was out of pure innocence.

He never meant to fool you, he wears disguises all the time but with you….you turned into his escape route, someone who he couldn’t wait to see after his long days in the studio, someone who he could be private with and way from all the questions of the press and the world, someone who he has happened to fall in love with whilst trying to disappear from the world.

“Okay….just….promise me you won’t get mad?”

“I promise William…..you’re scaring me…”

“N-no don’t be scared just…..just close your eyes okay?”

You nervously nod not knowing what to expect before closing them and placing your hands over your eyes.

Seeing your eyes closed, Michael takes a deep breath before removing his cap slowly along with the fake afro wig letting his natural dark curls fall down.

“William what’s taking so long..?” You ask hearing shuffling.

“Keep em closed” Michael says, he steps back from you to look out the windows of the store to see if anyone is peeping in or walking by before finally removing the last pieces of the disguise, the teeth and the thick moustache. He now stands before you in his true form his true appearance his true identity his heart racing, praying to God that he doesn’t lose you over this.

“Okay y-you can open em now….”

Hearing his voice of confirmation makes you slowly lower your hands opening your eyes slowly, blinking to adjust your eyes to the light before your entire facial expression falls and turns into shock at the sight you’re seeing.

Michael. Freaking. Jackson. Is standing in front of you. Is this a dream? A joke? A prank? Did William quickly step out of the shop and Michael Jackson was a customer who came in? Your mouth opens and closes repeatedly, words unable to come out as you blink rapidly.

“Please don’t panic- okay? It’s me- William- well no- I’m Michael…..God I don’t want you to be nervous around me.”

You step back as Michael’s facial expression crumbles making him step forward

“P-please y/n i-”

“I-I’m not mad…” you say still staring at him with widened eyes

“I just….woah..” you chuckle softly

Hearing your chuckle makes his perfect face light up with a gentle smile

“There she is……I promise I wasn’t doing it to fool with you on purpose……I really like you y/n”

Flutters erupt in your chest at his words “I….like you too….William…or Michael? Whatever your name is” You lightly joke as both of you laugh out loud

“Why didn’t you tell me…? I mean of course I would freak out I mean- I’m trying so hard not to right now! You’re Michael Jackson for goodness sake!”

“I-I know…I just- I never planned to feel this way for you….i wear disguises all the time to just live a normal life for a day…don’t get me wrong I love my fans to death but…I just wanted to go out without having to sign autographs, have paparazzi and interviewers swarming all around me- hell I’ve even had to close down certain malls just to shop.”

Your eyes soften in sympathy hearing him explain everything

“I saw this amazing new book store…I never knew I was gonna fall for the owner…and I never wanted to keep my identity from you, I guess I just thought that…..if I had shown you…you wouldn’t treat me like I was a regular person.”

“Michael….i would have….i knew you were hiding something since you always wore that cap and glasses but i never expected you to be Michael freaking Jackson."

You say making a small smile form on his lips

"i like you too…a lot, and it’s your personality I fell for….you’re kind and funny….really sweet….of course I’m shocked you’re Michael Jackson but…I don’t care, I really do have feelings for you.”

Michaels tense shoulders immediately relax in relief

“Really…?”

You softly nod

“Well..now that you know angel….you have to promise me….you can’t tell anyone. About me…about us…I wanna enjoy you and whatever this is between us all to myself.”

The look in his eyes are filled with a longing that was enough to make you fall for him even more

“I promise. I won’t tell a soul about you…about us…no one has to know.”

Michael smiles kissing your forehead before resting his own on yours looking at you tenderly

“I knew you had the same voice as him because you are him!” You say playfully punching his arm breaking the sappy moment

He laughs before grabbing you by your waist pulling you closer so your chests are now flushed together as he looks down at you.

Your breath hitches looking up at his now revealed eyes, gentle brown, kind deer like eyes looking down at you with nothing but want and passion, his eyes flicker down to your lips that are slightly parted releasing soft breaths that he wants to swallow.

“Kiss me…”

You whisper, your own eyes now on his lips after weeks of wanting to know what they felt like regardless of knowing what his true identity was.

“Baby….if I start….i don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”

Your thighs physically squeeze together at his words, the huskiness of voice…and the raw neediness swimming in his pupils.

Physically unable to even utter the words he sees the expression in your face and that’s all he needs as a confirmation before pulling apart from you to pull the draws of the blinds down concealing the entire bookstore in a dim light with only weak sunlight streaming in through the closed blinds just enough to make out the features of his face.

Before anything else can be uttered between you both, he cups the side of your face with his large hand and envelopes his mouth with yours. The kiss is hungry yet careful, making sure he’s remaining a gentleman whilst showing you how much he’s been waiting for this moment. Your warm tongue that slips into his mouth immediately loses its battle of attempted dominance as Michaels tongue wraps around it making you let out a soft noise that goes straight to his already growing crotch.

Each attempt you make to pull away to breathe for air his mouth is chasing yours as if trying to consume you. His hands move from your face to your lower back with a burning need to go lower and feel the curves that have been inspiring his lyrics for weeks.

Seeing his hesitance you gently pull your head back to look into his eyes, before grabbing his hands and putting them on your ass where you've been craving for him to touch.

“You can touch me….im all yours.”

Hearing your seductive words removes all ounces of shyness he had remaining, grabbing your arms and tossing them around his neck for you to have support before he grabs a handful of your ass lifting you up to wrap your legs around his waist.

Your yelp of surprise at his boldness is cut off when his lips are crashing onto yours again like a magnet as he turns and walks forward making your back press against the nearby bookshelf.

“You don’t know how- much- I’ve wanted you…wanted someone like you…”

He whispers hungrily between the kisses before trailing them down into the skin of your neck sucking onto it, the warmth of his tongue and breath has you panting almost pathetically, you pull him impossibly closer needing more of him, more of his touch, more of his mouth.

“I don’t think I told you how beautiful you look today.”

Michael says pulling his mouth away from your skin to look down at you, long gone was the nervous man who revealed his identity earlier, all you’re now seeing is a man who looks like he’s been starved.

His doe eyes have sharpened with dark lust as the long slendered fingers you noticed the first time you ever saw him are now travelling up the buttery smooth brown skin of your thigh getting higher to where your dirty mind has been visualising for weeks.

“M-Michael-”

“Shh…baby..let me show you how beautiful I find you.”

And with that, you let out a gentle gasp as his finger tips come into contact with the wet spot of your panties

“Fuck mama you're so wet for me….gosh you’re everything.”

He whispers into your ear sucking onto your earlobe making you shudder before his fingertips are finally on your sensitive bud drawing slow but heavy circles making your whole body arch forward into him.

“A-ah Michael- fuck that feels so good.”

He releases shaky breaths into your neck continuing to kiss any inch of skin he can find on your upper body whilst his fingers are pulling your panties to the side almost teasingly, agonisingly slow wanting to hear your confirmation - needing to hear it.

“Please- please Michael.” you plead almost crying as your eyes water with frustrating need.

“Please what angel? Tell me what you want and I’ll do it”

He whisper against your lips waiting for them to utter the words he needs

“I-i need your fingers- please I need them inside of me so ba- aghh”

Your deep moan cuts off your words as he finally pushes in two of his slender fingers that are long enough to immediately hit that spongy spot that curls your toes.

“A-agh…M-Michael- ohh gosh”

“That’s it….God you’re so fucking beautiful….is this what you wanted?”

Your neck is thrown back against the bookshelf resting on a novel behind you, your eyes are squeezed shut whilst you're panting for air clenching perfectly around his digits as his fingers are pumping into you with an intensity that’s about about to make you come almost instantly.

“M-Michael- please- I need more- I need you so bad baby please”

Your words make him snap as pulls his fingers out releasing a whine in your throat at the loss of contact.

The sight of him sucking his fingers clean off your arousal is enough to make you almost come whilst he uses the same hand to hastily undo the belt of his jeans.

His other arm is still around you hoisting you up against the bookshelf with a tight and firm grip so you don’t fall

His leaking dick finally springs free between you both making you almost drool at the size as you reach down giving it a painfully long stroke from his base to tip that forces him slap his hand onto the shelf behind you for support, whimpering pathetically into your neck.

“O-oh gosh- angel I need you so bad- please let me put it in”

You can’t help but smirk at the duality of this man, a couple seconds ago he was making you use your words just to get his fingers inside of you and now he’s whimpering into your neck just from a couple strokes to his hard dick

You guide his thick tip to your entrance rubbing it across your slit letting your wetness act as a lube for you both before he can’t take the torture anymore he pushes your hand away and thrusts his hips upwards into your warm heat

Both of you moan in sync, faces scrunched in pleasure as he uses his arm to continue holding you up against him keeping your legs wrapped securely around his waist the other hand still on the bookshelf behind you as he begins to thrust deeply

“Mmph- baby- God you feel so perfect, you’re so pretty”

You forget how many times you moan his name the entire bookstore is filled with the sound of skin slapping against each other your thick fro starting to conceal your face making him use his hand to brush it away not wanting your face to be hidden from him for even just a second

“Faster please go faster don’t stop”

Your whimpering cries and pleas for him to go faster and to not stop makes him practically turn into steel inside of you his eyes rolling back as he goes hard enough that a couple of books have fallen from the shelf to the ground.

He pulls the front of your sundress low enough for your breasts to spill out as he sucks onto your brown nipple erupting louder moans from your pretty lips making you arch your chest more forward into his mouth.

You meet his thrusts pushing your hips forwards causing his moans to grow deeper around your breast, he pulls away to smash his lips onto yours again tongue deep swallowing your moans.

“Y/N oh Y/N I’m gonna- I’m gonna come.”

The whisper of his words against your lips was enough to make you reach your own orgasm before him as you cry his name again, gripping his shirt tightly arching your back off the oak wood shelf, coming hard around his arousal soaked length that’s still pushing in and out of you at a relentless pace.

The tight clench of your heat was enough to make him groan almost painfully as he spills inside of you rope after rope panting heavily into your neck, his hips still lazily thrusting upwards to their own accord as if having a mind of its own.

Panting, you lift your head back up from the shelf to look at him, already finding his eyes looking at you with words written on his face that don’t even need to be spoken for you to know.

“Be mine…”

He says whilst brushing away more coils from your face pressing a gentle kiss on your cheek that makes you smile sheepishly

“Yours or Williams?”

He bursts out laughing showcasing the beautiful famous smile and small dimples that every fan has fallen for as it hits you that he’s really Michael Jackson.

“Mine. Michaels, no more William just Michael, angel.”

With a shy grin you nod pressing a small kiss onto his lips

“But promise me, to keep it in the closet?”

“I promise.”

[alohaluz]

pov: you get tatiana's role when she is fired and you ended up alone with michael in the dance room

author's note; hiii guys, this is my first time writing smut, soooo yeahhhh, let's see it. and i know that tatiana was actually in the other song, but i thought in i just can't stop loving you, also i really don't know if already existed email back then, i googled about it but it was kind of mixed answers. so let's pretend it does.

you weren't new in the industry, you started your dancer career when you dropped out of high school.

dancing has always been your passion, you remember taking jazz classes in your teen years, you always loved the feeling of being able to express yourself through movements, for you the only moment you could be yourself was on the stage.

so, when you unpretentiously make an audition to an artist—which they didn't tell who was and you didn't bother to ask. of course you didn't imagine a call back.

but on a rainy tuesday, you're feeling totally like a failure, seeing all of your old friends getting married—and you're just there, trying to live for a dream that seemed impossible. you remember the audition that you did last month. you open your email, trying to not expect a positive answer, as you look at the last email sent to you

— AUDITION RESULT.

you take a deep breath before clicking it:

"congratulations! we really liked your previous performance, and we would like to invite you to our newest tour. please, if you are interested send a reply back.

my best regards!"

that's it.

finally good news.

you can't even believe it, the relief runs through your body, that means you don't need to worry about your bills.

everything will be okay—you repeat it to yourself as a mantra, and maybe it is for you.

the next morning you get a call from the director: "the artist" wanted you during the tour to replace the last dancer, you didn't ask too much about it.

it was a good job, and you have a rent to pay; choosing is not an option.

today the rehearsals are going to start. it comes to your mind that you still don't know whose tour you're going to work; but it's fine.

you just need to give your best—and everything will be okay.

.......

you are nervous, it's not like you never did this before, this is your job. but something inside tells you that it's much more than that, or maybe this is all your anxiety—you prefer the first option.

the director is saying words that you can't comprehend, all of the crew dancers are aligned up, listening to him talk, well, not really you. that anxiety is still in you in ways you don't understand, you can't focus; like you are waiting for something to happen.

but the next words that comes from the director's mouth leaves you in disbelief;

"this is the michael jackson tour, and i hope that y'all give your best."

you can't believe it. now the things started making some sense, who else would be the artist who deserves all this mystery?

and then himself, the king of pop, enters through the front door and introduces himself, his voice is calm and soft, he doesn't rush, he starts saying that it's a pleasure meeting all of you, and that he's really excited to work with you all.

you want to laugh because it's all so unbelievable, but you hold yourself, and try to keep together.

instead you just give a short smile, as if you still can't believe this is really happening; and when you look at michael again, he's already looking at you.

he doesn't avert his eyes, and neither do you.

he gives you a smirk, and goosebumps takes over you; you tell yourself it's nothing. this is all in your mind.

.....

the next time you see him, you are alone in the dance room.

you are aware of your role in the tour now. you will be tatiana's substitute, you are not really into gossip; but your coworkers told you she was fired after the fateful day—when she kissed him on the stage.

well, that's not your problem; you tell yourself, besides that, you will be extremely professional with him.

but when he passed through that door, you don't even know how to react.

"you still here" he says as an affirmation. his fragrance involved all your senses, you are surprised to see him so late. but you just answer:

"gotta work hard" and give him a smile, you keep counting your steps in your mind.

"wanna do our song?" his soft voice goes on, and he starts to singing "i just can't stop loving you"

before you can even answer him, he gets closer to you. you can see you all the in the reflex of the big mirror, he gets behind you, and puts his big hand on your waist.

he whispers the lyrics in your ear:

"whispers in morning, our love is dawning",

you don't know what is happening, but that is not a problem to you; you just enjoy the moment.

michael gives you a small kiss on your neck, while he moves his hand to grab your ass. you can feel his boner growing against you.

"do you want more, pretty girl?" the words are stuck in your mouth, the feeling of him being so close to you, it's inebriant. so you just nodded, and he could understand.

he sits on the floor, and pulls you by your waist; you are now in his lap, he opens your legs and he slowly runs his hand through your sweet spot.

"i want you to look in the mirror. i want you to see how you are a good girl—i wanted to make this with you since i've seen you dancing"

he starts doing circular movements around your clit through your cotton panties. the soft pressure isn't enough for you, you need more. you start searching for your own pleasure, you hump against his hand. you are so needy for more.

he gives you what you want, he slides your pants to the side, and you can see how miserable wet you are. you are aching. he slide one finger in;

"you are so ready for me. such a good girl", before you can adjust yourself, he slides another finger in, you can't avoid whining, you watch his face through the mirror and he seems to be loving all of this; you know that you are.

he reaches that good spot, and you can feel yourself squeezing against his fingers. it's so damn good. your heart is beating wildly, and you know that you're getting closer, you need one more minute to get there.

when your legs start shaking, and the sweetest feeling ever comes to you, you are pulsing in his fingers, and you definitely cum.

the view is so fucking hot. you look at him through the mirror, and he does the same. he brings his fingers to his mouth and licks all your cum.

"i knew you would taste good"

but then, you remember the whole tatiana thing and before you can't stop your big mouth you snap:

"are you gonna fire me now?" god—his face is hilarious, he stops for 2 seconds, before giving a shy laugh and saying no. this not a problem for you, anyway, you have a rent to pay.

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[filmluver24]

Lake day

Summary: You stay at the Jacksons lake house to start off the summer but Jaafar cant keep his hands off you

Warnings: Mainly smut!

1.3k

Y/n

Jaafars hands rest on my waist as I sit on top of him in a beach chair. Today way my favorite kind of day. It was finally summer and that meant trips to the Jacksons lake house mansion in Malibu. The sun was finally setting and Latoya just finished setting the table on the backyard patio that faced the lake.

All of today Jaafar had been rather handsy with me. His hand always lingering right above my ass or his eyes staring holes into my pink bikini top that left little to the imagination. This wasn't typical behavior when we were with his entire family but I couldn't lie that it was turning me on.

All of us make our way to the table taking our seats. Latoya, Jermaine, and Janet had been cooking spaghetti with garlic bread and for the last two hours the smell had been tormenting us all. Jaafars hand immediately lands on my upper thigh making me glance at him, "feeling bold today?" I ask my voice a teasing tone, "just never seen this bathing suit before" he answers his voice just above a whisper. The sound of his soft voice dancing in my ears went straight to my core and my body suddenly became very aware on how close he was to me. The hand Jaafar had on my thigh climbed a little higher making my breath hitch, he knows what he does to me.

The food was really good even causing me to get seconds, Jermajesty cracked jokes the entire dinner making us laugh and the more distracted everyone became the more locked in to me Jaafar got. "Jaafar" I say panicked and grab his hand which was nearing the waistband of my shorts, "trust me" is all he says before his hands slide underneath both my shorts and bikini bottoms. I feel his finger run through my folds making me jolt up, "you alright y/n?" Marlon asks who was sitting across from me and off to the left. "Yes just the cold air" I lie pretending to shiver in the California breeze.  Everyone goes back to conversing and I feel both of his fingers enter me, I bite my lip trying to keep quiet but that just isn't working. "Wow! This garlic bread is amazing" I say rather enthusiastically grabbing the bread off my plate at an attempt to hide my moans. "Thank you so much dear" Latoya says with her signature giggles right after.

I steadied myself with the table as Jaafar stuffed his fingers relentlessly in and out of me. I reached my arm closest to him to cup his clothed dick offering him the same treatment I was getting. It was no use because as my climax neared the thoughts in my head turned to complete mush. I pretended to drink from my wine glass to hide any facial expressions that may give us away, I could feel I was close and I know he did too.

My hand instinctively grabbed his wrist as I felt the familiar sensation bubble deep in my lower stomach, just as I was about to release Jaafars hands slip right out of me and casually into his mouth. "Wow this food was good thank you guys" Jaafar says sucking the fingers he just used on me clean off. He stood up and began grabbing both of our dishes to help clean up. I continue to sit there my mind completely clouded from the build up and release that never came, I needed more and I was going to get it.

I followed Jaafar not long after into the lake house and found him in the kitchen loading the dishwasher. I wasted no time, I marched up to him grabbing his shirt and kissed him. This wasn't an everyday kiss this was an "I need you now" kiss and Jaafar got that message immediately. We slipped into the nearest bathroom and locked the door, from the moment the door closed no time was wasted. Jaafar slipped his swims shorts down and I got down eye level to his cock, he was hard and pre cum already threatened to leak out of the tip. "All of that teasing me get you off?" I ask stroking his big cock in both of my hands. Jaafar throws his head back when my warm mouth finally closes around his tip. My hand runs down his bare chest feeling every sculpt of him, the extra sensation making Jaafar let out soft moans. I use my hands to stroke what I cant fit and eventually I feel his dick twitch letting me know he's almost there.

Right before he shoots his load onto my tongue I drop his dick and stand up. "Seriously" Jaafar says in defeat, "taste of your own medicine" I reply making him hide a smile from me. He steps forward connecting our lips again immediately making me melt, my legs turn jelly and I use the bathroom sink behind me as support. Jaafars lips travel down my jaw and onto my neck, my head tilting back giving him more access. His hands grab my waist and swiftly turn me around, I face the bathroom mirror now watching Jaafar from behind me. His hands drop my jean shorts and next my bikini bottoms which pool at my feet, he delivers a few smacks to my ass making me jolt forward and release moans from the shock. I feel him grip my ass before lining his cock up with my entrance, thrusting forward. Both of us let out gasps at the sudden contact, his size surprising me no matter how many times we had sex.

Jaafar wasted no time, he knew we had been worked up enough it was time for release. He grabbed me by the hips and began rutting powerful thrusts, my eyes close and my arms grip the bathroom sink with everything in my might. Jaafar watched as my tits that were definitely too big for this swimsuit bounced every time his hips snapped into mine. "Look at me" Jaafar demands grabbing my chin in his large hand and facing me towards the mirror. My mouth falls open as his thrusts continue at their relentless pace, my climax was coming and very fast. With every thrust he brushes my cervix not hard enough to hurt but deep enough to make me feel stuffed with his cock. I try my best to focus on keeping my eyes open but they cant help but roll back when he's fucking me this fast. I listened to the pretty whimpers Jaafar let out now that he was close and it only sent more heat to my core, "I can't hold it" I moan out hoping he can hear me over the deep breathing and skin clapping. "I know me too baby, cum for me" Jaafar says sliding a hand down to play with my clit. That was all I needed, my pussy clenched around him as a huge wave of pleasure knocked me out, all of my senses going out and my legs left trembling, I let out a string of profanities while I try to gain composure when wave after wave of pleasure rolled over me. Jaafar immediately leaned and spilled into me completely filling me up. The feel of my core tightening around him making him weak, "you don't know what you do to me " Jaafar says smiling and wrapping me in a tight embrace, delivering sweet kisses all over my face.

After a few moments to gain composure we get dressed and walk out of the bathroom, "you guys are lucky no one else came in here" a voice says making Jaafar and I's blood run cold, some relief restored when we realized it was Jermajesty, but we also knew he wouldn't let us live this down for a while.

We quickly finish the dishes before returning to the rest of the family, "man I love lake days" I say a smile spread across my face as I rest in my Fiancée's embrace, "me too" he says winking and giving a few pecks to the top of my head as we watch the stars in the night sky, the moon reflecting off the water.

[itwasntaphasema]

Fairy lights

Word Count: 1,478

Pairings: Off the Wall!Michael Jackson / Girlfriend (first time)

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, loss of virginity, oral sex, vaginal sex, creampie, slight coercion through seduction, strong language, NSFW.

A/N: Okok this is based off the interview of Michael talking about his experience with his first gf😭

The phone call came just after dinner. Michael’s voice was soft and hesitant on the other end, the way it always was when she called unexpectedly. She told him she missed him, that the house felt too quiet without him around. It was a small lie, but an effective one. He could never say no to her.

“I’ll be there soon,” he promised, his tone already laced with that familiar nervousness.

When he arrived at her door wearing a simple red button-up and black slacks, his curls neatly framed his face. His eyes darted around as she welcomed him inside, hands fidgeting at his sides. She smiled warmly and pulled him into a gentle hug, feeling the way his body tensed before slowly relaxing against her.

They settled on the couch at first, watching a movie neither of them paid much attention to. She was ovulating hard tonight, her body felt warm and restless, a deep ache pulsing between her thighs every time she looked at him. Her silk nightgown clung to her curves, the thin fabric doing little to hide how her nipples had tightened. But she kept her hunger carefully hidden behind sweet smiles and soft touches.

As the night deepened, she grew bolder. Her hand rested on his thigh, fingers tracing light circles. Michael swallowed hard, his cheeks flushing.

“Is everything okay?” he asked quietly, voice barely above a whisper.

“Better now that you’re here,” she replied, leaning in to kiss his cheek. Her lips lingered. “Come with me to my room? It’s more comfortable.”

He hesitated, eyes wide, but nodded. She took his hand and led him down the hallway. Once inside, she closed the door and clicked off the main light. The fairy lights strung behind her full-length mirror flickered on, bathing the room in a soft, golden glow. Shadows danced gently across the walls.

Michael stood awkwardly near the bed, looking around the room as if searching for something safe to focus on. His heart hammered visibly in his chest. She could see the rapid rise and fall of his breathing.

She crawled onto the bed first, moving slowly until she knelt between his legs after guiding him to sit on the edge. The mattress dipped under their weight. Michael’s hands gripped the covers, knuckles pale.

When she reached up to touch the buttons of his shirt, he flinched hard. His hands flew up to cover his face, shoulders curling inward.

She let out a soft, affectionate laugh. “Michael… are you scared?” Her voice was gentle. “If you’re not ready, we can stop. We don’t have to do anything.”

Part of her desperately hoped he wouldn’t want to stop. Her panties were already soaked through, the silk of her nightgown damp against her skin. She ached for him.

He peeked through his fingers, eyes glossy and uncertain in the fairy light. “I… I’ve never… I don’t know what I’m doing,” he admitted, voice trembling. “But I don’t want to stop. Not if you want this too.”

She smiled reassuringly and kissed his knuckles until he lowered his hands. Slowly, she unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his shoulders, revealing smooth skin and a lean chest. Her fingers trailed down, brushing over his stomach. He shivered.

She worked his belt open next, then his slacks, sliding them down along with his underwear. His cock sprang free, already hard, the tip glistening. Michael was perfectly proportioned, his balls tight and round beneath the shaft. He looked mortified and aroused at the same time.

She wrapped her hand around him, stroking slowly from base to tip. Michael gasped, hips twitching.

“Relax,” she whispered. “Just feel it.”

Her pace was gentle at first, learning what made his breath hitch. Then she leaned down, pressing soft kitty licks to the sensitive head. Michael moaned quietly, one hand hovering uncertainly before resting lightly on her shoulder. She took him into her mouth, sucking gently while her hand stroked what she couldn’t fit. The wet sounds filled the quiet room, mixing with his shaky breaths.

She brought him close, oh so dangerously close, feeling him throb against her tongue, but pulled back before he could tip over the edge. Michael whimpered at the loss.

She stood briefly, slipping her nightgown over her head and letting it pool on the floor. Her nipples tighten from the cold and his eyes, she pushed him further onto the bed softly, not wanting to rush or hurt him. “I need you inside me, Michael.”

He leaned back against the headboard, eyes wide as she straddled him. She was dripping wet, slick coating her thighs. She rubbed his tip against her folds, teasing both of them until his tip latched at her entrance

Michael’s head fell back, a broken moan escaping his lips as her tight heat enveloped him. “Oh… oh god…”

She rode him carefully at first, whispering against his ear. “You make me so wet… I’ve been thinking about this all day. How good you’d feel stretching me. How much I wanted your cock.”

Her words made him twitch inside her. As pleasure built, she lost herself in it, moaning louder with every roll of her hips. The fairy lights painted their bodies in warm hues, his skin glowing, her breasts bouncing softly with each movement.

Eventually Michael slid down fully onto his back, no longer propped against the headboard. His hands found her thighs, squeezing. His heels dug into the mattress as instinct took over. He thrust up into her, meeting her movements desperately even though he was already buried to the hilt.

“I’m— I’m gonna—” His voice cracked.

He came hard, squeezing her thighs tight enough to leave marks. His body tensed, heels pressing deep into the mate as he pulsed inside her, filling her with warm spurts. The intensity of his orgasm triggered hers. She cried out, clenching around him, riding through the waves until the high began to fade.

Michael grew oversensitive quickly. As she continued moving, he lifted her hips with shaky hands. His softening cock slipped out of her with a wet pop. She stayed hovering over his lap, using the headboard for support.

Together they watched in the gentle light as his cum dripped from her swollen folds. Thick white drops fell onto the bedcovers below and onto his balls. Michael stared, breathing heavily, a mix of awe and embarrassment on his face.

She leaned down and kissed him softly, brushing damp curls from his forehead. “You did so good,” she murmured.

He smiled shyly, still catching his breath. “I… I can’t believe that just happened.” His voice was small, almost disbelieving. “With you.”

They stayed like that for a long while, tangled in the afterglow under the fairy lights, hearts still racing. For Michael, it was the beginning of something new, terrifying and wonderful all at once. For her, it was the satisfaction of finally having him in every way she’d craved.

The room grew quiet again, save for their slowing breaths and the faint hum of the night outside. Michael’s hand rested tentatively on her back, tracing small circles as if still unsure if he was allowed. She nuzzled closer, content to let him process everything at his own pace. The nervousness that had defined him earlier lingered in the way he avoided direct eye contact, but there was a new softness in his expression now, trust, mixed with lingering wonder.

She could feel the evidence of their shared pleasure still leaking slowly from her, warm and sticky against his skin. Michael noticed too, his cheeks darkening again, but he didn’t pull away. Instead, he let out a tiny, shy laugh.

“That… that felt incredible,” he confessed in a whisper. “I didn’t know it could be like that.”

She kissed the corner of his mouth. “We have all the time in the world to explore more… whenever you’re ready.”

Michael nodded, finally meeting her eyes fully in the golden glow. The fear had faded into something warmer, more open. For tonight, that was more than enough.

[prettyangeliczz]

🐆💋 — bad era michael, but you both are drunk and at the club, the music is playing loud, you’re dancing with him. his thigh is between your legs as you guys share a glass, probably something extremely strong. your eyesight is a little blurry but nothing too bad. tonight he has his shades on, and has a smirk on his face as he stares at you. your lipstick covering his face and lips. your lipstick is smudged on your nose and chin but you don’t mind and neither does he. michael’s hands stay on your back, rubbing your body through your dress as his lips drag down from your neck to the valley of your chest. his lips are sucking your skin, carefully as he whispers sweet nothings. he’ll move his hands down to your thigh, fingertips caressing your skin before bringing them back up to your waist, pulling your closer to him. your pussy is soaking your panties as he makes you grind his thigh just a little, needing to see that wetness on his pants when he gets out of this club. you can’t really hear him because of the music but he’s not bothered by it because when the two of you get into his limo, he’ll repeat his words and more.

[lil6uapa]

chlorine michael jackson

michael jackson x f!reader ────୨ৎ──── ♡ wc: 4.3k

synopsis: childhoodbsf!mj and reader in a hot tub... what can go wrong? (or right :D)

cw: smut, switch!michael, hot tub sex, dry humping, dirty talk, praise, tensionnn, mutual pining, michael jackson being a whimperer (surprise), creampie

based off bad!era mj but any era works (i think)

the hot tub lights cast soft blue ripples across the water, reflecting against the stone around the edge of the patio. the early summer night air brushed against your damp skin coolly in contrast to the heat of the water, while music drifted faintly from somewhere inside the house. overhead, the sky was dark and cloudless, a soft breeze moving through the otherwise still night.

michael leaned back nearby with his arms resting along the edge of the hot tub, curls damp around his face, while he watched you with obvious amusement.

“you know,” he said casually, brushing wet curls back from his forehead, “for somebody always talkin’ big, you scare real easy.”

you looked over immediately. “i do not.”

michael laughed softly under his breath.

you’d known michael long enough to recognize that exact look in his eyes before he even said anything else. the one that usually meant he was about to annoy you on purpose.

the two of you had been attached at the hip since childhood. your families blurred together so often growing up that half your memories included michael somewhere in the background of them — sitting beside you at family parties, showing up to your house unannounced (and vice versa), dragging you outside in the middle of summer evenings because he was bored and wanted company. somewhere along the way, physical closeness had stopped meaning much between you years ago.

hugs.

leaning against each other.

holding hands.

cuddling while watching movies.

being close to michael had never required thought.

leaves rustled softly in the night breeze.

michael’s eyes suddenly shifted past your shoulder.

the teasing look on his face faltered, his mouth flattening slightly as his attention fixed on something behind you.

“…wait.”

you narrowed your eyes at that. “michael.”

“no, seriously.” his brows furrowed now while he stared harder behind you. “what is that?”

you rolled your eyes.

“i hate you.”

“i’m serious,” he insisted, though the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. “right there.”

you turned your head despite yourself.

your eyes scanned once. twice. nothing.

you started turning back toward him with an unimpressed look already forming–

michael lunged forward suddenly with both his hands toward the water behind you.

a startled squeal escaped you as you grabbed onto him on pure reflex, your arms wrapping tightly around his shoulders while you nearly climbed halfway up him in a panic.

michael burst into loud laughter. bright and boyish.

“oh my god!” you gasped out, still clutching him while he laughed harder against your shoulder. “you are actually evil.”

“it was funny!” he argued through laughter.

“it was not funny!”

you smacked his shoulder lightly, trying not to laugh and failing miserably once his laughter got worse.

michael’s laughter had always been contagious. it was impossible to stay mad at him for long when he was laughing like that.

“yes it was,” he grinned. “you should’ve seen your face.”

“you practically climbed into my lap,” he added.

“i trusted you!”

“that’s your own fault.”

“oh my god, shut up.”

another laugh escaped you before you could stop it.

michael pointed at you instantly.

“see? you’re laughin’ now.”

you groaned dramatically, letting your forehead fall briefly against his shoulder while his laughter softened into quieter little giggles beneath his breath.

eventually, both your breaths started to settle.

except neither of you moved apart.

your arms still rested loosely around his shoulders. michael’s hands still held your waist below the surface.

comfortable. normal.

well, it should’ve felt normal.

instead, the silence that settled between you suddenly felt…heavy somehow.

different.

your forehead still rested lightly against michael’s shoulder while the water moved softly around you both, rippling between your bodies.

neither of you spoke.

you could feel michael breathing now. 

not just the movement of his chest beneath your hands, but the actual rhythm of it. slow at first, then slightly uneven when you shifted subconsciously closer.

his hands tightened around your waist. small. almost unnoticeable.

except you noticed it immediately.

your brows pulled together faintly.

slowly, you lifted your head from his shoulder.

michael was already looking at you.

the patio lights reflected faintly in his eyes while water dripped from the curls hanging around his forehead. his expression had gone strangely still now, his hands warm where they rested against your waist.

neither of you moved apart.

you’re not sure why.

usually moments like this broke naturally on their own. one of you would laugh. tease the other. splash water. say something stupid.

instead, michael just kept looking at you.

your eyes flicked down toward his mouth before you could stop yourself.

bad idea.

because the second your gaze dropped, michael noticed. his brows pinched for a fraction of a second.

then, before you could really process it, michael looked away first.

his jaw flexed.

you felt his throat move against your arm when he swallowed.

“…christ,” he muttered quietly under his breath.

heat crawled slowly up your neck. you swallowed once before forcing out, “what?”

michael shook his head once, almost like he was trying to clear it.

“nothin’.”

his voice sounded lower now. rougher.

the water shifted softly around you both when you adjusted yourself, your legs brushing against his–

michael inhaled sharply.

the sound froze you.

oh.

your heartbeat stumbled hard in your chest.

because suddenly you could feel it too.

the reaction pressed unmistakably against your thigh.

heat rushed instantly to your face.

michael went still beneath your hands.

for a second, neither of you said anything.

michael laughed quietly under his breath, though it sounded more embarrassed than amused now. one hand came up to cover his face as he looked away.

“….m’sorry,” he murmured.

your brows pulled together slightly.

of course he was apologizing. that was so michael.

when he’s struggling to keep himself composed, he still sounded more concerned about crossing a line than anything else.

you'd be lying if you said his reaction to you wasn't turning you on.

 “….don’t apologize,” you breathed.

michael looked at you. his curls hung damp against his forehead now, water dripping slowly down the side of his neck while his hands stayed fixed carefully at your waist like he didn’t trust himself to move them anywhere else.

he looked away again, exhaling sharply through his nose, almost like a disbelieving laugh at himself.

“just... give me a second,” he murmured. "it'll go away."

michael took slow, controlled breaths like he was genuinely trying to calm himself down.

then before you could overthink it, the words slipped out softly.

“….do you want me to help you?”

michael’s eyes shut briefly while a quiet breath escaped him, almost strained. unfortunately for him, the boner he'd been trying so hard to kill came back tenfold.

one of his hands slid higher instinctively along your waist before stopping there hard enough to make your pulse jump.

“i—”

he cut himself off.

his head tipped back slightly instead, exposing the long line of his throat while he stared up toward the sky for a second like he was physically trying to pull himself together.

it only made him look worse.

or better.

no definitely better.

water glided slowly down the column of his neck while his chest rose unevenly beneath your hands.

finally, michael looked back at you again. wrecked.

he swallowed once before replying quietly, “you don’t have to do anything.”

your heart hammered painfully against your ribs.

“i know,” you whispered.

“i’m asking if you want me to.”

for a second, michael just stared at you.

then slowly, his forehead dropped forward until it rested gently against your temple. 

his eyes closed.

his lashes brushed softly against your skin.

the flush along his neck had darkened now, spreading toward his jaw while his breathing stayed uneven against you.

when he finally spoke, his voice came out rough and quiet. 

“…i’m a gentleman.”

your chest tightened at the sound of it.

the words seemed to hang between you for a moment.

slowly, you lifted one hand from his shoulder, cradling his face gently until he looked at you again.

his eyes were dark now.

unfocused almost.

still trying so hard to hold himself together for you.

your thumb brushed lightly against his cheek before you leaned in just enough to press a soft kiss against the corner of his mouth.

michael inhaled sharply, head tilting instinctively to chase your lips.

then he was kissing you properly.

one hand slid up the side of your neck as he pulled you closer, the kiss hard and messy, like he’d been trying not to do this for far too long.

your noses bumped awkwardly together between breaths, both of you laughing softly into the kiss before it melted right back into something hotter.

michael bit gently at your bottom lip, tugging it between his teeth.

a soft sound escaped you before you kissed him again.

his hand dragged back down your body until it settled low on your waist, fingers spreading carefully just above your ass.

careful and still hesitant. you could feel it.

your hands slid down his arms slowly until they covered his, guiding them lower.

michael broke the kiss at that.

the sound you let slip when his hands finally squeezed your ass made his head drop against yours.

“you’re gonna kill me,” he muttered breathlessly.

you pushed your hips closer against his.

michael let out a shaky breath as your hands slid up the back of his neck, fingers catching slightly at the damp curls near his nape.

when he kissed you again, it felt almost desperate now.

like he physically couldn’t stop himself for more than a few seconds at a time. his nose bumped softly against yours between kisses while his hands tightened around your body, guiding you higher on his lap beneath the bubbling water.

the pressure of his hips against yours pulled a gasp from your throat.

your fingers tightened instinctively at the base of his curls as you broke away from the kiss for air.

“michael—”

he kissed the corner of your mouth before you could finish saying his name, breathing hard enough now that you could feel it against your skin.

“i know, baby, i know” he murmured softly.

you nuzzled your face into the crook of his neck. he smelled like chlorine and the faint traces of his cologne, warm amber and soft florals mixing with the heat of his damp skin.

michael’s hands guided your hips against his beneath the water, the movement slow at first before his restraint started slipping little by little.

soft sounds escaped you against his neck while michael’s breathing turned rough near your ear, his grip tightening every time you pressed closer to him.

“baby…” he breathed, almost strained now.

the name sent warmth blooming low in your stomach.

this was the first time he’d ever called you that, and you loved the way it sounded coming from him.

his groans started mixing with the breathier moans spilling from your lips as his hands squeezed more firmly at your backside, the bubbling water sloshing harder around you both as he buried his face against your shoulder.

every slow drag of your hips only made the ache low in your stomach worse.

but it still wasn’t enough.

you needed more of him.

“want more,” you whined softly against his neck.

michael’s hips stuttered against yours at the sound of your voice, a quiet groan escaping him.

“yeah?” he murmured breathlessly, pulling back just enough to look at you properly. 

strands of damp hair clung messily near your cheeks while your lips looked swollen from kissing, slightly parted every time another shaky breath slipped out of you. your eyes were glossed over.

you looked completely ruined.

just for him.

“i’ll give my sweet girl whatever she wants,” he said lowly, with a rasp slipping into his voice.

something about hearing him say it made your thighs press tighter around him. if michael noticed, he didn't mention it.

“anything she asks for.” he added.

“anything?” you responded in a whisper.

michael’s eyes stayed fixated on yours for a second before he repeated it quieter this time.

“anything.”

your stomach tightened hard at the sound of that.

“want you inside me,” you whispered sweetly, your hips pressing against his again at the thought of him giving it to you.

michael bit down on his lip, a crooked smile pulling at the corners of his mouth.

you sounded so desperate for him.

and god was he just as desperate for you.

maybe worse.

even now, with your body pressed against his and his restraint hanging by a thread, he still tried to collect himself before he spoke again.

because he was a gentleman.

or at least he was trying very hard to be one.

“go on, take what you want,” he murmured roughly.

your hands immediately reached for the waistband of his swim shorts, tugging them down enough to free his dick.

though you couldn't see much through the bubbling water, you felt him. his warmth, his thickness, his length. 

the weight of him against your hand alone made your breath catch.

michael groaned softly under his breath, his head falling briefly against your shoulder while his hands tightened instinctively along your thighs.

you shifted carefully onto your knees to give him room while he pulled your swim bottoms aside.

the feeling of him brushing against your bare pussy made you arch into him.

“fuck…” michael hissed quietly, breathing turned heavier near your ear as his hands slid lower along your thighs to steady you.

your face buried closer into the crook of his neck while another broken sound escaped you.

“michael…” your voice cracked softly.

the slow push of his tip alone already had your head spinning. he barely gave you room to breathe.

“fuuck, baby,” he groaned into your shoulder, dragging the words out low and strained. “you’re so fucking tight.”

you nuzzled closer into his neck with a shaky whimper.

“s’too big, michael…” you hiccuped softly.

you were ruining him.

the way your voice broke at just the tip being inside you was doing something dangerous to his self-control.

“shh, it’s okay, baby,” he murmured gently, one hand stroking your damp hair.

his other hand slid lower against your thigh before tightening carefully at your hip.

"tell me if it hurts," he murmured, lips brushing softly against your temple.

then he started easing you down onto him properly.

slow.

your mouth dropped open at the stretch as he lowered you inch by inch, his grip firm enough to guide you while still giving you time to adjust. every small movement made another uneven breath leave your lips.

the heat of the water around you only made everything feel more overwhelming. his cock felt impossibly warm inside you, thick enough that each inch made your body tense before slowly relaxing around him.

michael’s forehead pressed against yours as he watched every reaction on your face.

“that’s it,” he whispered hoarsely. “doin’ so good for me.”

another inch.

your fingers tightened against his shoulders, a soft moan escaping before you could stop it.

his own breathing was wrecked, rough against your skin while his hands trembled slightly where they held you.

like he was using every bit of control he had not to lose patience and pull you down all at once.

instead, he kept guiding you carefully.

letting you feel every inch.

the stretch burned for a second before melting into warmth, your body slowly yielding around him while soft broken whimpers left your throat.

“fuck,” michael groaned quietly, eyes squeezing shut for a second. “you feel so fucking good.”

you buried your face deeper into his neck as another wave of fullness hit you.

then finally your hips settled flush against his.

both of you gasped at the same time.

michael’s head fell back against the edge of the tub with a low groan while his hands gripped your hips hard enough to leave marks.

“holy shit…” he breathed.

you could barely think.

he felt everywhere. warm and deep and overwhelming, filling you so completely that all you could do was sit there for a second trying to breathe through it.

his hands softened again, thumbs rubbing slow circles against your hips.

“you okay?” he asked quietly, though his voice still sounded wrecked.

you nodded weakly against him.

“mhm…”

a small smile pulled at michael’s lips before he kissed the side of your head gently.

“good girl.”

you almost sobbed at the praise. his voice alone could make you cum.

michael stayed there for a second, just holding you against him while both of you tried to recover from the feeling.

his chest rose against yours, shaky breaths fanning across your skin while his hands stayed fixed carefully at your hips like he still couldn’t believe this was real.

then slowly, he rolled his hips upward once.

the movement was shallow.

experimental.

but the drag of him inside you still pulled a broken moan straight from your throat.

michael actually whimpered at that, the sound muffled against your skin, before a strained groan followed right after.

“fuck…”

his grip tightened.

“that okay?” he asked quietly, his own voice already sounding completely gone.

you nodded quickly before he’d even fully finished asking.

“please,” you whispered.

his mouth crashed against yours again while his hips rolled into you harder this time, deeper, the movement making the water slosh violently around both of you until it spilled over the edge of the hot tub, soaking the concrete.

your fingers tangled tighter into the damp curls at the back of his neck as he kept rocking you against him slowly, every thrust deep enough to make your stomach tighten.

he couldn’t seem to stop kissing you between breaths.

messy kisses.

desperate ones.

little broken sounds slipping from his mouth every single time you clenched around him.

“you feel so fucking good,” he breathed shakily. “christ, baby…”

his restraint kept slipping in pieces.

each movement growing rougher than the last, your body meeting his like you both couldn't stop chasing the feeling.

you moaned again. soft and breathless right against his mouth.

“yeah?” he rasped. “that feel good?”

you could barely answer — or could barely hear him, to be honest.

the way he was making you feel left your head completely fuzzy. every deep drag of him inside you made your thoughts melt together until all you could focus on was him.

when you didn’t respond, he tugged you down harder onto him.

a high moan tore from your throat instantly. a sound you would’ve never thought you’d be capable of making. 

and if michael wasn’t fucking you so good, you probably would’ve been embarrassed by it. 

he pulled back just enough to look at your face, watching your expression.

“tell me.”

it didn't sound demanding.

if anything, it sounded like something he needed to hear.

“y-yes–” you gasped helplessly. “yes, yes, feels so good–”

he leaned closer to your neck and started kissing, sucking, biting, leaving marks all over your neck. 

michael cursed softly under his breath at the feeling of you clenching around him.

“shit, baby… you’re squeezin’ me so tight.”

all you could do was moan as he dragged your hips down onto him through another deep thrust that made your entire body jolt.

the praise only made the heat low in your stomach tighten harder.

another soft whine slipped from your throat before you could stop it, your face burying deeper into his neck out of instinct.

michael groaned at the sound.

“those sexy fucking sounds…”

his hips rolled up into yours again, harder this time, and your grip on him tightened hard enough to sting.

one of his hands slid up your body, long slender fingers brushing teasingly against your chest before nudging your swimsuit top up just enough for your breasts to spill out. the cooler night air nipping at your damp skin.

"so perfect." he breathed.

he leaned in, his mouth closing around your left nipple with a slow, warm suck that pulled a breath from your lungs. at the same time, the knuckles of his other hand dragged against your stomach, your ribs, the underside of your breasts, teasing every inch of sensitive skin on the way up. he cupped your breast, squeezing gently before rolling your nipple between his fingers in time with the slow pull of his mouth.

every suck, every soft bite, every flick of his tongue had your body arching into him.

you couldn’t hold the sounds back anymore.

every thrust of his hips pulled another sound out of you.

little whimpers.

broken moans.

breathy gasps right against his ear.

“fuck,” he groaned softly into your skin, almost dazed. “keep makin’ those sounds for me, baby.”

you couldn’t stop even if you wanted to. 

his mouth shifted to your other breast with a worn groan while his hand slipped lower between your bodies.

the second his thumb brushed against your clit, your entire body jerked in his arms.

“oh my god—”

the cry that left you was loud enough to echo slightly off the stone around the hot tub.

“mm, that it?” he rasped, thumb circling you again with shaky desperation. “that what you needed, baby?”

you nodded helplessly against him, barely able to breathe properly now.

the feeling of him thrusting up into you while his thumb rubbed slow, messy circles against your clit was too much all at once.

your thighs started trembling around his waist.

“michael, please.”

“i know,” he breathed quickly. “i got you. i got you.”

he kept thrusting into you deep and slow, but the rhythm was getting sloppier every second. like he physically couldn’t focus anymore with the way you kept whining against him.

“fuck…” he groaned softly. “you’re so sensitive.”

another moan tore out of you when his thumb pressed a little harder.

every little movement pulled another noise from your throat.

your eyes kept fluttering closed from the overwhelming sensation while michael watched your face completely unravel for him, his own expression looking just as gone.

“look at me, baby. c’mon,” he breathed softly.

your eyes fluttered back toward him.

the second michael saw the tears gathering along your lashes from how overwhelming everything felt, something in him completely snapped.

“fuck—”

his forehead dropped against yours with a groan so deep it almost sounded painful.

his thrusts lost what little rhythm they had left after that.

harder now.

messier.

his hands gripping your hips almost desperately while he kept kissing you between breaths like he couldn’t get enough.

“close?” he rasped against your mouth.

all you could do was nod frantically.

your fingers clutched desperately at his shoulders as another wave hit you.

it was too much.

his mouth on your neck.

his thumb rubbing against you perfectly.

the way he kept filling you so deep every time his hips snapped upward.

your thighs started shaking hard around his waist.

“i-i’m gonna–”

“lemme feel it, baby,” michael interrupted, voice breaking. he sounded completely gone. "please..."

a soft curse slipped from him the second your body tightened around him.

“that’s it,” he groaned. “good girl… fuck, that’s it.”

his thumb moved faster.

messier now.

like he was getting desperate too.

the pressure finally snapped.

your whole body jolted against him with a broken cry, your face burying into his shoulder while your body tightened hard around him, nails scratching at his back.

michael groaned loudly at the feeling, his hips stuttering completely for a second.

“shit–”

your vision blurred from how overwhelming it felt, soft little sobs and moans getting caught in your throat while wave after wave kept hitting you.

michael fucked you through all of it, one arm wrapped tightly around your back while his forehead pressed against your shoulder.

“fuck…” he groaned shakily. “atta girl.”

then quieter, almost like the words slipped out accidentally.

“been wantin’ this so bad.”

you clenched around him hard at the confession.

michael groaned hard, head tipping back against the edge of the hot tub.

his lips brushed against your jaw when he looked back at you again, expression completely wrecked.

“you don’t even realize what you do to me sometimes,” he breathed shakily.

“been tryin’ so hard to be good.”

another deep thrust made your breath catch.

“every time you bend over during those stupid twister games…” he groaned softly. “or prance around in those tiny little swimsuits…”

“honestly so mean of you.”

another broken groan slipped from him right after, his face burying deeper into your neck like he was trying to hide there.

little strained sounds kept leaving him every few seconds while his hips lost what little rhythm they had left.

“can’t—” he choked out softly. “fuck, baby…”

his grip tightened almost painfully at your hips before he finally buried himself deep inside you with a whine, warm spurts of cum filling you as his whole body went tense against yours.

you could feel him shaking slightly while he held you close, breathing unevenly against your skin as the water settled softly around both of you again.

the aftershocks rolled softly through both of you, fading little by little into soft tremors.

the world around you felt silent except for the sounds of bubbling water and uneven breathing. 

slowly, you pulled back just enough to look at him properly again, your arms still resting loosely around his shoulders.

his curls were a mess.

lips swollen.

flushed all the way down his neck.

and the completely blissed-out look on his face made something warm burst in your chest.

the second michael noticed you staring, a breathless laugh slipped from him, his teeth catching briefly against his bottom lip when his grin widened.

you laughed too.

because somehow, even after all of that, the two of you still ended up the same way you always did.

still just you and michael.

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ummm i didnt know how to end it butttt SECOND FICCCCC r we getting somewhere guys

also pls dont acc have sex in hot tubs or pools😭😭 (as hot as it is</3)

hope u guys enjoyed :DD

[jkkyks]

The Eclipsed Echo

Jaafar Jackson x reader ft Maddie

Jaafar has it all…a thriving career and a stable 10 years relationship with his fiancée, Maddie. But what’s really happening behind closed doors?

Previous Chapter

Three Months Later

Moon no longer asked permission before climbing into Jaafar’s lap.

He simply did it every morning like it was his constitutional right.

“Moon.”

The golden retriever ignored Y/N completely and rested his head on Jaafar’s thigh.

“Moon come to mama.”

His tail wagged.

Traitor.

Jaafar smirked over his coffee.

“I think he likes me.”

“I think he’s a terrible judge of character.”

Moon barked.

“See?” Jaafar pointed.

“Even he disagrees.”

Y/N rolled her eyes with a smile and Jaafar laughed.

The sound came easier these days.

Almost too easy.

Three months of sunrises, texts, coffee, conversations that somehow never ran out.

The strange part wasn’t how often they talked anymore, It was how natural it had become.

Neither of them remembered who started texting first.

Their chat looked less like a conversation and more like two people slowly becoming part of each other’s daily routine.

Sometimes they had days where sarcasm is the language that no one can understands but them

Their chats became a collection of sarcasm nobody else would understand.

But also there were the ranting moments that was the foundation of the whole friendship ..

But she unintentionally always makes it easier, because why would he be smiling while going back home after an exhausting rehearsals unless,

The dangerous part wasn’t that he enjoyed her company , the dangerous part was how much he missed her whenever he went home.

Because every morning when he saw or text her, everything else felt lighter, easier and when he drove home, everything felt heavy again.

Home wasn’t peaceful anymore. It hadn’t been for a while.

At first it had been questions, then accusations, then monitoring, then control.

Maddie always wanted to know where he was,  who he was with, why he was late and why he didn’t answer.

At first he told himself she was stressed, wedding planning, work and life.

But eventually excuses stopped working, because no matter what answer he gave… it was always wrong.

One evening he woke up from a nap and immediately knew something was off, Maddie was sitting at the kitchen table.

His phone sat in her hands.

“Maddie??”

She looked up calmly. “Who’s Y/N?”

The room went silent, Jaafar stared at the phone, then at her, then back at the phone.

“You went through my phone?”

“I asked a question.”

“You went through my phone?”

“Answer me.”

His jaw tightened.

“She’s my friend.”

Maddie laughed, a short, bitter laugh.

“A friend.”

“Yes.”

“A friend you text.”

“Yes?.”

“You think I’m stupid.”

“Maddie—”

“When was the last time you told me about your day?” Her voice rose.

Silence.

“When was the last time you looked excited to see me?”

“I still don’t see how is that my problem tbh” He snatched the phone and walked off with tight jaw because she hit another nerve.

Blaming him for not being able to talk to her instead of getting close to him again and asking about him.

She stared at him walk of with the anger in her eyes slowly became something uglier. Resentment.

That night, while Jaafar slept…Maddie copied Y/N’s number to her phone.

The call came the next afternoon…Unknown number.

Y/N answered while throwing a tennis ball for Moon.

“Hello?”

“So you’re Y/N.”

She frowned. “Sorry?”

A woman laughed the kind of laugh that made your stomach tighten before you even knew why.

“You know who this is.”

“No…?”

“It’s Maddie.”

Y/N blinked.“Oh?”

Moon dropped the tennis ball at her feet but she barely noticed.

“Hi.”

“You spend every morning with my fiancé.”

The bitterness in Maddie’s voice practically dripped through the phone.

Y/N straightened immediately. “Maddie—”

“No.”

The interruption came fast and sharp.

“You don’t get to pretend.”

“Nothing is happening.”

“Really?”

“Yes we are just really good friends.”

Maddie laughed.“Friends? As if that makes it innocent.”

The word sounded insulting coming from her.

“You know what women like you always call themselves?”

Y/N’s grip tightened around the phone. “Excuse me?”

“Home wreckers.”

Y/N said nothing because suddenly she wasn’t sure she wanted to hear the rest.

“Maddie—”

“You should be ashamed.”

Nothing had happened. Absolutely Nothing.

“You think you’re different?”

“You think because you haven’t crossed a line with him, then you’re innocent?”

Y/N swallowed.

“You aren’t.”

The words came quieter now which somehow made them worse.

“You’re just another whore waiting around for a man who belongs to somebody else.”

Click. The line went dead.

Y/N stood there staring at her phone.

Moon nudged her hand.Nothing.

The home suddenly felt too quiet, empty, exposing, because Maddie was wrong, nothing had happened. She genuinely was helping Jaafar be okay and she knew her limits so well.

But that wasn’t the problem.

The problem was that if Jaafar showed up right now and told her he wasn’t engaged, she wasn’t sure she’d walk away.

And that realization made her feel sick.

The next morning she didn’t go to the beach.

Moon sat by the door with his leash already in his mouth waiting for his morning walk, tail wagging.

Y/N looked away. “Not today Moon.”

Moon tilted his head, confused and slowly the tail slowly stopped wagging.

Y/N felt awful.

The first day Jaafar assumed she was busy.

The second day he checked his phone more than usual because she never ignored his texts. 

The third day, he was sitting alone on the beach, coffee cooling beside him, watching the sunrise, people walking by, dogs running across the sand,  and for the first time he realized the beach wasn’t what he looked forward to.

It had never been the beach….

His chest tightened because everything was exactly as it had always been, except she wasn’t there.

Another day passed and he stopped sleeping properly, he was angry, but not at her.

At himself, because he couldn’t figure out what he’d done wrong to push the only person who actually cared away.

He felt empty, like somebody had quietly removed the best part of his day and expected him not to notice.

Meanwhile Moon hated every new route Y/N tried, every new park.

Every single morning he pulled her toward the beach like he couldn’t understand why they stopped going.

Truthfully…

Neither could she.

Meanwhile, Maddie was planning a wedding, like nothing was wrong, like Jaafar wasn’t quietly falling apart.

One evening she spread venue photos across the dining table.

“Look at this one.”

She slid a photograph toward him, Jaafar barely glanced at it.

“Maddie.”

“I think the white roses look better.”

“Maddie.”

“Or maybe orchids.”

“Maddie.”

“The florist needs an answer by Friday.”

Jaafar stared at her not believing this was happening, she could see him unraveling and still care more about centerpieces.

Then suddenly she spoke. “You haven’t been sleeping.” For a second he thought she was finally asking if he was okay.

“The photographer noticed the dark circles.”

Silence…

“Can you fix them before the photo shoot?”

Something inside him broke like a rope finally snapping after years of strain. Jaafar looked down at the venue photos, the life they’d spent years planning.

And for the first time…It felt like someone else’s future. “Maddie.”

“What?”

His voice was calm. “We need to talk.”

She froze but continued to ignore him.

“Maddie.”

“No.”

The answer came immediately. Almost panicked.

“I don’t want this anymore.”

Her face went white.

“No.”

“I can’t do this.”

“No.”

She stood so quickly her chair nearly tipped over.

“We’re getting married.”

“Maddie—”

“You don’t get to do this.”

“I don’t get to do this?”

“Ten years.” Her voice cracked. “I gave you ten years.”

And for a moment guilt clawed its way into his chest then she spoke again.

“And she’s gone anyway.”

Jaafar frowned. “What?”

Maddie folded her arms.

“I called her.”

The room suddenly felt too small.

“What did you just say?”

“I called her.”

His stomach dropped. Because suddenly the unanswered texts, missed calls, empty beach, the way Y/N had vanished without a word, every single piece clicked into place.

Not because she wanted to leave because she thought she had to.

His chest tightened. “What did you say to her?”

Maddie looked away.

“She needed to know her place.”

The rage that hit him was immediate and violent, not because Maddie called. Because Y/N had been carrying whatever was said to her completely alone, thinking she is a bad person for being his bestfriend.

She’d been hurting and he hadn’t even known.

Maddie hesitated. “Jaafar—”

“What.” his voice rose “did you say?”

Maddie swallowed, for the first time she looked uncertain. “I told her to stop being a home wrecker and to stay away from you.”

The blood drained from his face, because suddenly he could picture it.

Y/N answering her phone, hearing those words, blaming herself for being a friend, disappearing because she thought it was the right thing to do.

His hands shook. “She was my friend.”

“Oh please.”

“No.” His voice cracked. “YOU don’t get to do that!”

“You were choosing her over me!”

“I wasn’t choosing anyone!”

The words exploded out of him.

“I was trying to breathe!”

Silence.

“You don’t understand.” His chest felt tight. “She was the only person who actually asked if I was okay.”

Maddie’s face fell.

“And you made her think she was doing something wrong for caring.”

He looked at Maddie, really looked at her and for the first time…

He couldn’t see their future, only exhaustion, distance, two people desperately trying to hold together something that had already broken.

Whatever she saw in his face at the moment, made her heart crumble. Because she saw his eyes go cold.

“No.” Her voice cracked. “Jaafar…”

He closed his eyes.

Because this was the moment, the point of no return.

“I think I’ve been gone for a long time.”

The engagement ended that night.

A/N : that was a hard one for me ngl

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