Peachy Dreams

𝒥𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝒶 𝒹𝓇ℯ𝒶𝓂𝓎 𝑔𝒾𝓇𝓁 𝓌𝒽ℴ 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ𝓈 ℳ𝒥

[moonshinepeach]

The Lady in My Life

Context: You’re singing your favorite Michael’s song in the shower. He overhears you and joins the song and the shower.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ Thriller era, Cute, Fluff˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

Cuteeeeeee🤍

The bathroom is completely filled with thick clouds of warm steam, smelling faintly of your favorite vanilla body wash.

You usually get embarrassed to sing anywhere near Michael—partly because his own voice is a literal global powerhouse, and partly because the sheer intensity of his focus when he actually listens to you makes your heart race too fast.

But right now, under the hot water, you feel completely invincible.

You take a deep breath and slide effortlessly into the smooth, romantic melody of your favorite song of his: The Lady in My Life.

“There'll be no darkness tonight, lady our love will shine...”

Your voice carries beautifully through the steam, hitting the soft notes with a quiet confidence you’d never show him in the living room. You rinse the soap from your hair, completely lost in the rhythm, entirely unaware that the bathroom door has just clicked open a fraction of an inch.

Michael had been walking down the hallway when the sweet sound of his own song caught his ear. He knows exactly how shy you get about your voice around him, so instead of bursting in and interrupting, he plays it completely smart. He creeps inside the bathroom, closing the door behind him without making a single sound.

He drops onto the closed lid of the toilet seat just a few feet away from the shower, leaning his elbows on his knees. He pulls his dark curls back from his face, a slow smile pulling at his lips. Listening to you sing his words, completely uninhibited and happy, is the most beautiful thing he’s ever heard.

“So listen to my heart... lay your body close to mine...”

Michael closes his eyes for a second, a soft chuckle vibrating in his chest. His gravelly voice stays completely trapped behind his teeth because he refuses to ruin this moment.

While you’re still humming the song, he stands up and drops his clothes in a silent heap.

You take a breath to start the next line:

“Lay back in my tenderness, Let's make this a night we won't forget…”

Right as you were about to sing the next part, the frosted glass door slides open, letting a swirl of cool air cut through the steam. You gasp, your voice instantly catching in your throat.

But before you can even cover yourself, Michael steps into the heavy spray.

His bare frame instantly crowds the small space, hot water immediately slicking down his dark curls and running in streams over his shoulders.

Hands launching forward to grip your waist, pulling your back against his chest under the cascading water. He leans his head down, his lips brushing right against your wet ear, and takes over the melody in an effortlessly rich voice.

“Reach out to a fantasy, Two hearts in a beat of ecstasy…..Come to me, girl…”

The sheer beauty of his voice so close makes your knees go weak. You lean back against his chest, your hands instinctively coming up to rest over his forearms at your waist. The embarrassment completely melts away under the heat of the water and the sheer romance of the moment.

He turns you around in his arms so you're facing him, the water running down on your back. He hooks a finger under your chin, tilting your face up, his eyes lock onto yours with total encouragement.

"Don't stop," Michael whispers, "Sing it with me."

You smile and close the space between you. Your softer tone wrapping around his strong but delicate voice.

“And I will keep you warm, Through the shadows of the night…Let me touch you with my love, I can make you feel so right…”

Wrapping your arms around his neck, you both sway your bodies to the rhythm in smooth motion.

“Cause you will always be the lady in my life…”

Michael’s face breaks into a proud, dazzlingly handsome smile. "Best duet ever."

He wraps his arms completely around you, lifting you slightly off your feet as he place a lingering kiss on your lips, tastes like pure warmth.

"You are." He whispered against your lips.

"Hm?" You hummed, raising your eyebrows.

"The one and only lady in my life."

[moonshinepeach]

I’ve got you.

Context: You’re a virgin, and he’s going to take good care of you. You’re in your 20s, and he’s in his 40s.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ Age gap, mainly fluff, soft smut˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

Hope u like it.♡

The bedroom was quiet,

lit only by the glow of a single bedside lamp.

Michael sat back against the headboard, his black silk button-down shirt unbuttoned at the collar, his dark curls framing his face.

You were sitting on the edge of the mattress beside him, your fingers nervously pleating the fabric of your skirt. While you loved him completely, the weight of what was coming—your very first time—had your heart hammering wildly against your ribs.

Michael watched you quietly, his dark eyes filled with soft understanding warmth. He didn’t rush you. He simply reached out, warm hand covering your trembling ones, instantly stilling your nervous movements.

"Hey…." he murmured, his voice a low, soothing purr that felt like a physical caress.

You turned your head slowly, looking up at him through your lashes, your cheeks burning with a deep, helpless blush.

Michael smiled tenderly, shifting his weight to move closer to you. He lifted his hand, brushing a stray hair away from your face.

"You're shaking," he whispered, "There is absolutely nothing to be afraid of. We have all the time in the world."

"I just... I want it to be perfect," you breathed, your voice barely a whisper as you confessed the truth. "And I've never... I've never done this before, Michael."

He let out a chuckle.

"It is already perfect, you’re perfect." he whispered, his hand sliding down to the back of your neck, guiding you to lean back onto the pillows. He followed you down, hovering over you but keeping his frame supported on his forearms so you wouldn't feel overwhelmed.

He looked down at you with a soft gaze, erasing every bit of the age gap between you until it was just two people entirely in love.

"I am going to be so, so gentle with you," Michael promised, lingering a small kiss on your cheek. "We go exactly at your pace. If you want to stop, we stop. You are completely safe with me, understand?"

You nodded softly against the pillow, the tight knot of anxiety in your stomach finally beginning to unravel. As his lips came down to meet yours in a slow, tender kiss, you let out a soft sigh, completely trusting him to guide you through.

Michael pulled back from the kiss just an inch, checking on you, making sure you were still completely comfortable with every single micro-movement.

"You're doing so well." he whispered.

Slowly, his hands slid down finding the hem of your shirt. He paused, his gaze locked onto yours, silently asking for permission before he gently eased the fabric up and over your head, setting it aside.

When he looked back down at you, there was no rush in his eyes—just a deep, quiet awe that made your heart swell.

"So beautiful," he breathed, his knuckles softly sweeping across the sensitive skin of your collarbone, making a tiny shiver run down your spine. "Absolutely beautiful."

Then, he started unbuttoning his shirt in a smooth motion, never breaking eye contact with you.

"Just keep looking at me." Michael murmured, leaning down to press a line of lingering kisses along your jawline down to the pulse point at your neck. "Just breathe. I've got you."

You arched into his touch slightly, your hands sliding up his back, holding him closer to your bare chest.

His hand moved down to your hip, taking off your panties while carefully looking at your face. Making sure everything is okay.

Completely unclothed in front of each other, your heart starts to beat faster.

"Just focus on my voice. I’m right here. It’s just the two of us."

Only when he saw your breathing steady did he slowly, deliberately begin to guide himself forward.

As you felt the first rush of a completely new, intense sensation, a small, startled gasp escaped your lips, and your eyes fluttered shut.

"Hey, hey... stay with me," Michael murmured tenderly. He didn't push forward. Instead, he stopped completely, staying perfectly still inside giving your body time to adjust. He leaned down, burying his face in the crook of your neck, his warm breath pooling against your skin as he kissed your pulse point. "Breathe for me, angel. You're doing beautifully. Just relax."

You let out a shaky sigh, focusing entirely on the soothing rhythm of his voice and the steady, protective strength of his arms around you. Slowly, the tight tension in your muscles began to give way to a warm, blooming ache.

Feeling the shift in your posture, Michael lifted his head, his dark eyes burning with a deep, emotional warmth as he looked down at you. He smoothly began to move, his slow strokes are incredibly gentle, comforting you with every careful slide of his hips as he officially brought you into his world.

You wrapped your legs securely around his waist, pulling him even closer.

"Michael," you gasped against his neck, your eyes fluttering shut as the world completely spun away.

Hearing his name, Michael let out a quiet groan. He buried his face deep into your hair, his movements growing just a fraction deeper, harder, and completely helpless as your response triggered his own.

With a few final, powerful strokes, his body shuddered firmly against yours, his weight collapsing heavily but safely over you as he surrendered entirely to the moment.

For a long time, neither of you moved. The only sound was the heavy, frantic thumping of his heart directly against your chest, slowing down beat by beat.

Slowly, Michael lifted his head, his face flushed and his dark eyes incredibly soft, filled with a quiet, emotional awe. He smoothly shifted his weight to the side, rolling onto his back but keeping you tucked securely against his torso, his long arm wrapping around your waist to pull you flush against his warm skin.

He pulled the plush comforter up over both of your shoulders, sealing out the cool night air. Leaning down, he pressed a tender, lingering kiss to your forehead, his thumb gently wiping away a stray bead of sweat from your temple.

"Was it okay? Did I hurt you?" he whispered into the dark, his voice worried and sleepy as he held you tight against his chest.

"No…I…I loved it. Every second of it. It was…perfect."

He let out a sigh of relief. Kissing you forehead, resting his chin on top of your head before saying,

"I love you."

[moonshinepeach]

Can we talk about how beautiful this man is.

AND YES I SAID IS.

[moonshinepeach]

Keep it down

Context: He has been in the office all day working, and now you want attention. You sneak in and end up getting what you deserve.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ Bad era. On his lap….˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

WARNING: Soft smut, no intercourse, orga*m.

Enjoy ladies :)

The heavy oak door of Michael’s home office is cracked open just an inch.

You push the door open silently, padding across the floor in nothing but one of his oversized button-down shirts.

Michael doesn't even look up from his monitors as you approach, focusing on the meeting.

Stepping into the narrow space between his thighs and the desk, you sink right onto his lap. You wrap your arms tightly around his neck, burying your face directly into the warm crook of his neck, inhaling the comforting scent of his cologne. Your entire body molds against his, desperate for attention.

His left hand rises, cupping the back of your thigh where the shirt has ridden up.

"Hold on a moment, David." Michael murmurs into the mic. Muting himself from the meeting.

"You're being incredibly loud without saying a word." He tilts his head back slightly, "I have twenty minutes of this call left. What are you doing?"

"No more meetings." you whisper against his skin. "I just need you."

Michael lets out a long, slow breath through his nose."You're making this very difficult."

Hs shifts his weight slightly, pulling you even tighter into his torso until you can feel the heavy, rapid thud of his heart.

"Twenty minutes." he repeats softly, his thumb tracing your jawline. "If you're going to sit here, stay quiet until I finish this. Can you do that?"

You let out a soft hum of agreement.

"David, sorry about that. Let's move on to the schedules." Michael says smoothly, unmuting his mic.

But beneath the desk, his hands completely abandon the agreement.

While his right hand continues to navigate the mouse and keyboard, his left hand slides with a terrifying slowness up the inside of your thigh, gathering the hem of the oversized shirt until his bare palm meets your skin.

Your eyes fly wide. You try to scramble backward, to pull away from the dangerous warmth of his fingers, but his arm is locked on your hips against his torso.

"That might be a good idea, considering the studio might get too packed." Michael murmurs into the mic, his eyes directly at you.

Then, his fingers slip beneath the edge of your underwear. Slipping into your wet core. Thrusting in and out, frustratingly slow.

A high, breathless gasp hits the back of your throat, you slam your mouth shut, biting your lower lip to stay as quiet as possible.

He slips a second finger inside you, his rhythm shifting from a slow, agonizing tease to a deep, heavy, friction. The sudden, intense fullness makes your entire lower body lock up. Your head snaps back, your eyes widening in pure panic as a huge wave of heat crashes over your core.

A choked, desperate whimper escapes your nose.

He doesn't pull his hand away—instead, his thumb presses firmly against your clitoris, pinning you right against the source of the ache. He tilts his head slightly, his mouth brushing right against your ear as he waits for David to finish speaking, his breath hot and ragged against your skin.

Your chest is heaving, your fingers clawing frantically into the fabric of his jacket as you squirm helplessly against his lap, trying to find some relief from the blinding pleasure radiating through your hips.

"I agree with that assessment, David." Michael says against your now extremely sensitive ear, making your hip jerk up.

He delivers three incredibly deep, curling strokes in rapid succession.

That’s the exact breaking point.

Your thighs clamp tightly around his wrist as a violent, silent climax completely shatters you. Your back arches off his chest, your mouth opening in a breathless, soundless scream as you bury your face fiercely into his shoulder, sobbing gasp of your release against his tailored suit while he holds you firmly through the storm.

Your body trembling hard against Michael’s solid frame as the tension finally drains from your limbs.

"Perfect. Send over the final draft tonight and I'll sign off first thing in the morning." Michael says, clicking a button to finally, completely disconnect the call.

The second the screen goes dark, the headset is ripped off and tossed onto the desk with a sharp clack.

"You did so well," his voice thick and rough as his large hand cups the back of your neck, tilting your head back. "But the meeting is over, and I am entirely out of patience."

[moonshinepeach]

Midnight princess

Context: You and Michael attends the costume gala as Cinderella and Prince Charming. His patience breaks the moment you guys are finally alone.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ Thriller era. Steaming HOT ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

WARNING: KINDA LONG. ..

MUSIC: So Fine/ Mint Condition

I went as far as I can without smut. Hope u like it.

The massive ballroom was completely transformed for the gala.

You were standing by the grand staircase, smoothing down the layers of your shimmering, floor-length blue dress. Seeing Michael in the matching tailored royal-blue coat with gold embroidery and white trousers took your breath away.

"Wow... you look completely beautiful. I'm so proud to be on your arm tonight." His eyes sparkling with admiration.

"You don't look too bad yourself, Prince Charming." you said, offering him a warm smile as you looked up at him.

"I have to play the part." he chuckled softly, as he offered you his arm, letting you lean comfortably into his side as you mingled with the crowd.

The two of you spent the evening dancing. As the midnight approaches, Michael quietly led you away from the roaring party guiding you into the dimly lit conservatory at the back of the house.

"Come sit right here." he says as he lead you to a soft velvet couch. keeping his hand gently rested on the small of your back. "Your feet must be hurting after all those dances. Let me take care of you."

As you sat back against the cushions, letting out a soft sigh of relief, Michael didn't join you on the seat. Instead, he gracefully dropped down onto one knee right on the polished marble floor in front of you.

"Michael, what are you doing?" you laughed softly, watching him.

"Shh," he whispered. "I told you, I'm playing the part tonight."

Reaching into the deep pocket of his coat, Michael pulled out a shimmering clear acrylic shoe that caught the moonlight streaming through the glass ceiling. It looked exactly like a crystal slipper, sparkling brilliantly.

"I believe the lady dropped this at midnight"

Slowly, he reached out his warm hand gently wrapping around your ankle. With incredible tenderness, he slipped your painful heel off and carefully guided your foot into the shimmering slipper. It fit absolutely perfectly.

He looked up at you, smiling. "It fits"

He slid his hand up from your ankle to firmly cup your jaw, tilting your face down as he leaned in closer, his breath scorching your lips. "The rules of the story say you belong to the prince now"

"A good prince shouldn't keep his princess waiting then." You said, a sudden desperation and confidence taking over, your fingers tangled into his curls.

He let out a low breathy chuckle against your skin before kissing you in sweet and gentle rhythm.

The kiss deepened instantly, Michael’s hand traveled slowly from your jaw down the column of your neck, his thumb tracing your pulse point as it hammered wildly beneath his touch.

He stood up just enough to lift you in one fluid motion, pulling you off the couch carrying you deeper into the shadowed corners of the conservatory, completely hidden behind a wall of towering palms.

His hands slide from your waist down to the satin layers of your gown, gathering the fabric in his fingers and lifting it out of the way until his warm palms make direct contact with the bare skin. Fingers brush against the garter resting on your thigh.

"You wore this for me?" he rasps.

Before you can answer, his fingers hook beneath the delicate lace. his fingers grip the elastic band of the garter, eyes locked entirely onto yours as he slowly pulls it away from your skin.

With a wicked smirk, he lets it go.

The sharp snap! of the elastic slapping back against the sensitive skin. Head rolling back, a helpless gasp rips from your throat, hips twitching forward against him.

"Look at me." he commands softly.

When you look up, he puts one of his legs between yours, his thigh pressing high and firm against you, pushing you securely against the wall. The overwhelming intimacy made your head spin, your core tightening with a desperate ache.

Kissing you again, his tongue slides into your mouth, demanding a rhythm that matches the frantic pace of his breath. His thumb stroking your thigh, moving closer and closer to where you want him most.

Michael pulls away, slightly.

"Tell me what you want, princess."

"You, just you." you cried out.

He doesn't wait.

His fingers move to the edge of your underwear, as he prepares to completely take you right there in the shadows, leaving you entirely consumed by him.

[moonshinepeach]

Scripted Games / part.2

Context: You decided it would be fun to try the viral "I can't pay the rent" trend on your bf Michael. But things gets heated.

Music: Vixen / Miguel

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ Mature era. Age gap. Slight dominance ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

Tap here for part 1.

If you haven’t, I recommend reading part 1!!Whoever asked for part 2, here you go!!😛

The second the bedroom door clicked shut, you turned around, still smiling playfully.

"So, landlord" you started, leaning back against the smooth wood of the door, crossing your arms. "Since I can't pay the rent this month... what exactly are the terms of my eviction? Or do I need to find a way to negotiate?"

Michael turned around. He shook his head, a devastatingly handsome, wicked grin spreading across his face.

He closed the distance between you slowly until completely crowding your space. Before you could even laugh, he planted one hand next to your head flat against the door, another hand in his pocket.

"Michael—" you gasped softly, your breath hitching as your playful confidence instantly evaporated, replaced by a wave of shyness.

"You wanna play a game about negotiating?" he whispered, leaning down just enough so his eyes were locked directly onto yours. You nervously, but desperately nodded.

"Fine. But we're not playing your game anymore."

"No?" Your hands coming up to rest against his black silk shirt.

"No" Michael rumbled softly against your ear, teasing smile tugging at the corner of his lips as he enjoyed just how flustered you had suddenly become.

Then, with a sudden playful sharpness, he nipped down gently on your earlobe, making you gasp out loud.

"I have a much better game in mind" his lips dragging down to find the sensitive dip of your neck, where he bit down softly, making your fingers instantly curl into the fabric of his shirt. "And the rules are very simple. You give me absolutely everything, and I keep you completely trapped until morning. How does that sound?"

"Michael, that’s cheating." your face scorching a bright, furious pink as your body trembled against his.

"I never cheat" he chuckled softly.

His hand immediately sliding down to grip your waist. Before you could even catch your breath, his other arm hooked securely under your thighs, effortlessly lifting you completely off the floor. Your legs automatically wrapped tightly around his waist for balance, both arms around his neck.

His lips crashing down onto yours in a deep, bruising kiss that completely stole the air from your lungs before he finally carried you toward the bed and laying you down against the soft mattress.

"Please…" you begged. Gripping the collar of his shirt.

"Please…what? Ask properly." he says with a devilish smile, rolling up your night gown, tip of his fingers teasing the damp spot on your lingerie.

"Such a good girl, aren’t you?"

"Please…take me right now. I need you to touch me. No more games…" you were practically moaning at this point. Michael’s eyes darkened, smile fading as he saw you losing your patience.

"Oh, baby…let me tell you what I love about this game." He says, unbuttoning his shirt. Eyes locked to yours. "I’ll win every time. And you’ll love every second of it."

And did.

[moonshinepeach]

Back seat secret

Context: After a long night at the Grammys, you guys start making out in the back seat and…

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ 1984 Grammys Mike, slight dominance,˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

Warning: A Lot of kissing. Maybe smut? I don’t know. Go check yourself.

Music: Infatuation / Jamie Foxx

DESPERATE AND IMPATIENT MICHAEL .

You’re welcome ladies.

The frantic, blinding chaos of the 1984 Grammy after-parties was finally behind you.

Michael’s private limousine was waiting outside.

The moment the heavy exit doors clicked shut behind you, cutting off the distant roar of the crowds, Michael’s patience completely disappeared. He didn't care anymore. He needed you right now.

Before you could even take another step toward the car, his fingers wrapping securely around your wrist. With a sudden, effortless pull, he spun you around and pinned you flat against the cool, concrete pillar of the garage.

"Michael—" you gasped, your eyes widening.

He didn't let you finish. His frame completely blocking out the rest of the world as his lips crashed onto yours right there in the open garage.

The kiss was deep, fierce, and thick. His bare hand cupped your jawline, his thumb keeping you in place, while his other hand came down to grip your waist, pulling your hips against his.

"Sir, we need to move" a bodyguard’s low voice cut through the shadows, urgent but respectful.

Michael pulled back just an inch, his dark eyes wild with a masculine hunger. He didn't say a word to the security. Keeping his arm locked securely around your waist, he practically dragged you the last few feet to the limousine, the door flying open before you even reached it.

He ushered you into the back seat, tumbling in right after you, and the heavy door slammed shut with a solid thud. The privacy partition went up instantly, sealing the two of you in a dark backseat with a black leather and tinted glass.

The car lurched forward, pulling out into the rainy Los Angeles night.

Michael pulls you by your waist on his lap in ease.

His lips lingered with yours. Deep and slow kiss. Sending shivers down your spine.

You placed both of your palms flat against the sparkling gold sash on his chest, gasping for air, gently pushing him back.

"Michael, please, wait." you whispered, pulling your face away. "Not...not right now. The driver and your security upfront, they might hear us." You helplessly pleaded.

With one dominant tug, he pulled your upper body right back against his chest, completely crushing the distance you had tried to make.

"I need you right now." He whispered, almost begging. gripping your hip that’s covered in turquoise color silk dress.

"But…what if…" He doesn’t let you finish.

"I don't care" he says as he pinned you against the cold leather seat. "You've been driving me crazy all night in that dress. I've been patient enough. I need to take you right here, right now."

You let out a soft whimper, fingers softy gripping his curls. His doe eyes watching your every move.

You open your mouth to say something, but his lips captured yours again, shutting you up.

Breathtaking heated kiss completely set the back seat of the limousine on fire.

He sees you gave it in, taking it as a sign that you’re not uncomfortable anymore, his big gentle hand slide into your silk dress, tracing a soft touch against your inner thigh.

You bite your lip hard, trying not to make noise.

"Baby…" he breathes out against your lips. As he hooked his finger on your panties, the limousine stops.

Both security and the driver gets out to knock on the door. You sit up in pure panic, pushing him back and fixing your dress.

Michael grins, calmly. Cupping your face with his warm hand. Kissing you one last time before getting out.

"Let’s go inside."

OU SHIIIIIIII

[moonshinepeach]

Failed plan

Context: You try to treat Michael by paying for dinner. But he had another plan.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ Bad era ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

Music: Sure Thing / Miguel

Hi guys, I feel like this song will really get you into the story. Tell me what you think 💭

Dinner had been absolutely incredible.

As the waiter slid the leather check presenter onto the table, you decided it was time to deploy your plan. You had been hiding your credit card in your palm for the last twenty minutes, waiting for this exact moment.

Before Michael’s fingers could even reach across the table, you lunged forward with a grin, clapping your hand flat over the leather booklet.

"My treat tonight" you declared, trying to look as financially independent as possible.

"You always take care of everything. Tonight, I am a high roller. Put your wallet away."

He looked at your hand covering the bill, and then slowly raised his eyes to yours. Single dark curl fells perfectly over his forehead. He slowly leaned back into the seat, draping one arm casually over the backrest.

"A high roller, huh? Well... who am I to stop this kind gesture?"

He says, tilting his head watching you through thick, heavy lashes with a deeply indulgent, knowing smile.

"Just sit back and relax, Mr. Jackson. I've got this."

You slid your card into the slot, trying to be smooth, though your heart was already hammering just from the sheer weight of his undivided attention.

"Yes ma’am." Michael chuckled softly, He picked up his crystal water glass, taking a slow sip while his dark eyes locked onto yours.

You’re smiling ear to ear. Michael just watched you, his smile widening.

The waiter came back and placed the booklet back in front of you with an apologetic expression. "I'm sorry, but the transaction was already processed. The gentleman's card is on permanent file with the house. This meal was taken care of before you even sat down."

You blinked, looking at the waiter then to Michael.

"Did you really think I'd let you pay for your own dinner while you're out with me?" He said with a grin.

"You knew everything but let me do the whole speech!?” You pouted playfully, folding your arms.

Michael reached across the table, his thumb gently stroking your flushed cheek.

"You look too cute when you're trying to be the boss. I couldn’t help it." he giggled. He gave your arm a gentle tug, signaling it was time to leave. "Let’s get one thing straight, angel face. As long as you are with me, your money stays in your purse. I take care of you. Now let’s go home, I’ve been dying to be alone with you all day.”

He walked around the table, offering you his hand to stand up. You took his hand and gave in, wrapping your arms around his with a sigh, making him chuckle.

“You’ll never let me treat you, will you?”

“Not a chance.”

[moonshinepeach]

If you’re looking for extreme smut or explicit content my stories might not be for you sorry…x

I just can’t picture him being aggressive and rough haha.

That being said, comment or send me a request!

[moonshinepeach]

I’m in charge tonight. / part.1

Context: You’re usually shy and quiet but try to be dominant for once and Michael plays along with it.

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ Dangerous-HIStory era, Daddy alert, submissive ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

Music : Mint Condition/ Forever in Your eyes

I was squeaking like a pig writing this.

You had spent the entire afternoon mentally rehearsing.

You were tired of always being the one blushing, melting, and instantly giving in to his quiet authority. Tonight, you were going to take control.

When you heard the heavy front doors of the estate close and his familiar, rhythmic footsteps echo down the hallway, your heart began to hammer against your ribs. Michael stepped into the dimly lit living room, looking tired but effortlessly sharp, a dark blazer over a loose white button-down. Before he could even loosen his tie or say his usual smooth greeting, you marched straight up to him.

You caught him completely off guard, or so you thought. You placed both hands firmly against his chest, pushing him back until his shoulders hit the wall near the doorway.

Michael didn’t flinch. He let his briefcase slip from his fingers, landing with a soft thud on the rug. A single, dark curl fell over his forehead as his eyes widened in genuine, delighted surprise. For a second, a flicker of pure, dangerous amusement crossed his features, but he quickly masked it, his lips twitching into a compliant smile. leaning back against the wall.

"Oh?" Michael murmured, your chest tighten with nerves.

"I’m in charge tonight" you stated, taking a step closer, trying to look intimidating. You reached up, grabbing the lapels of his blazer and tugging him down just an inch to your height. "No questions. You do exactly what I say."

Michael tilted his head, his dark eyes sparkling with a wicked, playful submission. "Whatever you say" he whispered, entirely playing along with your game….

Continue to Part 2

[moonshinepeach]

Scripted Games / part.1

Context: You decided it would be fun to try the viral "I can't pay the rent" trend on your bf Michael. You expected a laugh, you didn't expect him to take it completely seriously and turn it back on you….

˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊ Mature era. daddy Mike. Age gap. ˖ . ݁𝜗𝜚. ݁₊

Part2

My first time writing MJ fanfic. I hope you guys like it!

The living room of the estate was quiet, the warm afternoon sun spilling across the hardwood floors.

Michael was sitting at the heavy mahogany desk near the window, a pair of reading glasses perched on the bridge of his nose as he reviewed some contracts. He looked incredibly sharp, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, completely focused.

You leaned against the doorway, holding back a smile as you started the trend.

"Michael..." you sighed heavily, making your voice sound incredibly stressed. "I'm looking at my budget, and... I really don't think I can pay my share of the rent this month. Things are just so tight."

Michael didn’t look up immediately. He finished signing his name on a page, stacked the papers neatly, and then took off his glasses, setting them down on the desk. He turned his chair around slowly, his large, dark eyes locking onto yours with a calm, completely unbothered expression.

There was no confusion on his face. He knew exactly what bills were paid in this house, and he knew you hadn't touched a single one of them.

"Come here," he murmured, his voice dropping into a low, mature baritone that commanded instant attention.

You walked over to him, your heart doing a little flutter at how easily he took control of the room. When you reached his chair, Michael reached out, his long fingers wrapping firmly around your waist to pull you directly onto his lap. He didn't laugh or play along with the joke. he just looked up at you with a slow, deeply confident smile touching the corners of his lips.

"Is that so?" he asked, his voice a smooth. He slid his hand up to the back of your neck, his thumb tracing your jawline with a firm, possessive pressure. "You're stressed about the rent?"

"Yeah," you whispered, trying to keep a straight face as his thumb brushed your lower lip. "It's a lot of money."

Michael let out a low, breathy chuckle, his gaze heavy and intensely dark. He shifted you slightly, anchoring you against his chest so you could feel the steady, powerful beat of his heart.

"Sweetheart, you haven't paid a single bill since the day I brought you into this house," he murmured, his tone dripping with absolute authority and a quiet, wicked amusement. "You know everything here is taken care of. You are taken care of. Every single thing you want or need is on my tab."

He leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your earlobe, his breath warm and dominant against your skin.

"But if you want to play a game about paying your way..." Michael whispered, his hand gripping your hip just a little tighter, sending a shiver straight down your spine. "We can go upstairs, and you can show me exactly how you plan to earn your keep tonight."

How was it?

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[moonshinepeach]

okay sooo… i’ve been thinking 👀💌

i kinda wanna start posting my fanfics on here🤍 i’ve been writing them just for fun, but maybe it’s time to actually share them?

If anyone would be interested in reading, i’d literally love to know 🫶 no pressure at all, just curious!! if enough people are into it, i’ll start posting soon ✨

also, just a little note! my stories won’t include smut or explicit content. that’s just not really my style 🤍 i love writing soft, emotional, fluffy, and character-focused stories instead. hope you’ll enjoy them!