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Can’t Let You Go

dark!michael b. jordan x black!reader

Summary: You end your fling with Michael because you’re craving a real relationship…but Michael’s not ready to let you go.

Warning(s): toxic!MBJ, manipulation, smut (18+ mdni), inspection kink, daddy kink, stalking, obsessed!MBJ, possessive!MBJ, unprotected sex (m/f), creampie, dirty talk, dubious consent, angst, baby trapping

(Lovergirlnote: this idea has been on my mind for weeks, so in honor of our man winning, I decided to put pen to paper. I hope you all enjoy🫶🏽)

You roll over on your side to face his sleeping form. As usual, he’s sleeping on his front, the muscles in his back relaxed and being illuminated by the moonlight.

Your eyes trace down his form. The tattoo on his shoulder. The light scratches from your nails. You get that pit in your stomach again. That one that begs you to put an end to your suffering and leave.

But you can’t.

You love him.

You experience a myriad of emotions that you can only classify as grief. You feel a distinct longing for the man next to you. Your body, heart, and soul have all been claimed by him. While you’re merely a splotch in his own life. You feel anger, at yourself and him.

Angry at him for making you fall in love with you and stringing you along like this. It was cruel, and you never suspected him to a be a cruel man. How could you? Behind the bright smile and deep dimples, you couldn’t fathom the flakiness there.

You were mad at yourself…because you were continuously allowing it. Allowing yourself to be called back into his bed like you were some floozy.

You had met Michael on a random day. It was just one of those chance encounters in the grocery store, where your cart collides with someone else’s. You and Michael had given each other those polite smiles and quick apologies. It was only when you both realized that you kept ending up the same aisles did you make conversation with each other.

One conversation turned into texts. Texts soon delved into FaceTime calls because they were Michael’s favorite mode of communication. FaceTimes turned into secret dates to not solicit any attention of any media sites or crazed fans.

You and Michael just clicked. It felt right. Even in the short amount of time of meeting each other, it felt like you both knew each other for ages. You didn’t mean to sleep with him. No, you were holding off on that, but one intimate and romantic night led to you moaning his name and clutching at his shoulders.

From that point, the territory of your relationship entered murky waters. You would still go on secret dates. You would still talk and FaceTime all the time. You’d still have sex…..but that official title had never been placed on the relationship. If you broached the subject with Michael, he’d clam up, so you dropped it.

Continued going along with everything like your heart wasn’t breaking into shards. You were the only one left bleeding while he was untouchable.

You turn to leave the bed, gently. You dress in your clothes and quietly walk downstairs. In the comfort of your car, you drive back to your apartment. Your safe haven. Once inside, you take a shower. The water scalding your body, but you don’t mind. You need this punishment. You need to suffering for allowing yourself to be treated like this.

When you get into bed, you burrow into the comfort of your sheets, but your heart still aches with sorrow. You don’t realize that you’re crying until the tears begin to blur your vision.

You cry for yourself.

You cry for your heart.

You cry for the woman who loves a man who’ll never love her back.

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Five days pass. Five whole days. One-hundred twenty hours. Seven-thousand two hundred minutes. That’s how long you go without hearing from Michael after you left his house in the middle of the night.

No check-ins.

Your final straw comes when you check Instagram. Naturally, you can’t help but check the tag surrounding his name.

You frown at the headline, “Michael B. Jordan is shooting his shot at Bridgerton star, Yerin Ha.” You try to brush it aside because you know how the internet loves their rumors.

But only you can’t. You go through the evidence. You see them following each other. You see the comments on their pages. Your mind flashes back to the recent times where you were with Michael and his attention was on his phone. Was he texting her the entire time?

On instinct, you go to his follow list and your chest tightens and you swallow the lump forming in your throat. You note down all of the new women that he’s following—and specifically how they don’t look anything like you. You stop the tears before they can make their way out of your eyes.

You’ve cried enough tears over Michael. You’re not about to keep doing it. You were tired of waiting around for his love and affection. It was pathetic, really.

You deserved better. You deserved a man who was willing to scream from the roof top about how much he loves you. A man, who is very clear and open in his feelings for you. You shouldn’t have to guess their feelings. No, your man will clearly communicate his feelings each and every day.

You take a deep breath and mentally you can feel the shift already taking place.

You unfollow Michael first. You block his account and tag from your Instagram so the temptation to check up on him doesn’t arouse.

You go through your camera roll and delete each and every picture and video of the two of you together. You even go into your recently deleted and erase the photos. You don’t need your later self being tempted to go recover the photos.

You move from your bed to collect all of the items that Michael had ever given you. The shirts. The hoodies. The photos from the fair. The necklace with his and your initials. You drop it all in a garbage bag. You take the elevator and step outside to toss the garbage bag into the dumpster. Fortunately for you, the garbage collectors come tomorrow, so you won’t be able to get the items back even if you want to.

Back in the security of your apartment, you cross the room to grab your phone. You pause at seeing Michael’s contact popping up on your phone.

You open the messages.

Bakari

Hey, you good? I haven’t heard from you in a few days. Just wanted to check in.

You free this weekend?

You brush down the feelings that try to arise. You remind yourself of the five whole days of this man not contacting you or checking in. You weren’t about to give him any more of your love and energy. Today, this ended.

You

I don’t want to do this anymore. It’s over.

Immediately upon sending the text, Michael starts calling. You send the call to voicemail, but it quickly rings again. You put the phone on DND and leave it on the counter. A tear slips down your face, but you soon realize that it’s not from sadness.

It’s relief.

It’s the final stage of your grief. Acceptance.

You couldn’t make Michael love you. If he couldn’t see how amazing you are, then it was his burden to bear now. You were finally free and you were wiping your hands of Michael.

Unbeknownst to you, you don’t see the way that your phone lights up with continual calls and messages from Michael. A total of 80 missed calls from the man, along with a whopping total of 123 messages.

Bakari

What?

What does that mean?

Answer the phone.

Baby.

So you ignoring me now?

If you’re mad, just tell me what I did so I can fix it.

Ignoring my calls isn’t the way to do this, baby.

You wanna end this? For what? What we have is good.

You know I love you, babygirl.

Just please, let’s talk this out.

Please.

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You have a funny way of surprising Michael. When he wakes up and find that your body isn’t there next to his, he frowns in confusion. You always stay in the morning. Usually, he’ll cook you both breakfast while you talk about random things.

That’s one of the things that he likes about being with you. The ease of it all. You don’t make it weird. You don’t care that he’s Michael B. Jordan. To you, he’s just Bakari and you let him just be.

He admires your discretion. You aren’t one of those girls who’s quick to flaunt to everyone that she’s sleeping with him. You even seem content with the little secret dates that he plans for you both. In Michael’s mind, everything is going perfect between the two of you. He even considers the possibility of asking you to be his girlfriend.

Five days pass without him hearing from you. He could reach out to you, but he gets caught up in multiple meetings for future projects and brand partnerships.

So imagine his surprise when he goes to text you to make plans only to get back the most confusing text message in response.

You

I don’t want to do this anymore. It’s over.

He frowns at the text message and presses the button to call you. The call immediately goes to voicemail. The anxiety begins to spike in his body and he continues calling you to avail. The text messages all go unanswered. Soon, he receives the red error when he tries to text you. You blocked him?

He opens up your Instagram and finds that you’ve blocked him there too. In fact, you managed to block him on every single piece of social media you have. You even block him on Threads. To make matters worse, your friends even block him, so he can’t reach out to them to see what’s going on.

He racks his brain for any possible explanation of why you could be acting like this. Things were going good between you, weren’t they? What signs had he missed up to this point?

Without thinking, he grabs his keys to go to your apartment. Your car is in the parking lot so he knows that you’re home. He rides the elevator to your floor with tension and nerves all throughout his body.

When he makes it to your door, he knocks and waits. You don’t come to the door to answer. In facts, he stands in front of your door knocking for a solid five minutes.

He can see your shadow standing in front of your door and assumes that you’re checking the peep hole.

“I can see your feet at the door, babygirl. Just open the door so we can talk.” He says, arms bracketing the door.

You walk away from the door and go to sit back on the couch again. You sip on your hot cocoa and go back to watching Girlfriends. You can still see Michael’s shadow at the door, and in a way, it creeps you out.

Shouldn’t he take the hint that you don’t want to talk? On the other side of the door, Michael starts to get frustrated. Why were you icing him out like this? Leaving him humiliated in front of your door like he was some random nigga?

His fists pound at your door, “Open the door or your neighbors can see me acting a fool out here.”

You sigh and cross the floor to open the door. You only open it partly with your body blocking Michael from entering. You can tell that he’s expecting you to let him in.

It annoys you. How easy he just expects you to bend to his will and give you. It makes you even angrier because you gave him the power to feel that way.

Michael’s eyes scan down your body before meeting your eyes. You look the same, but there’s something in your eyes that doesn’t seem the same. That light and warmth that you used to have when looking at him is….gone. You stare at him like he’s a complete stranger, and he hates the way that it feels.

“Yes Michael?” You state, irritation coloring your voice.

He frowns. You never call him Michael.

“What’s going on, baby? You send me that text and then you block me on everything before we can talk this out?” He questions, desperation coloring his expression.

You sigh, “It’s nothing to explain, Michael. I’m just done. I don’t wanna do whatever this is anymore.” You move to close the door, but Michael catches it in his hands.

“What do you mean? That’s it? We’re just done and we don’t even get to talk it over at all? I thought we were good.”

“That’s your problem, Michael! You thought we were good! You never once asked me about my feelings in all of this. I’m not about to let you keep dragging me along. I don’t deserve that, so I’m done with this conversation. I don’t want anything to do with you, and I don’t wanna see you anymore.” You go to close the door again before he catches it.

He opens his mouth to protest.

“Everything good here?” You and Michael’s eyes snap over to your neighbor, Dre. You and Dre had been living across from each other for a solid four years. You both moved in around the same time and Dre was nice enough to help you put together your furniture.

Michael gives Dre a stink eye, “Yeah, man, I’m just talking to my girl.”

Dre smirks, “From where I’m standing, bruh. Don’t sound like she yo girl. In fact, I can recall her saying that she done with you.”

Dre’s words and his tone seem to set Michael off. You can see him puffing up his chest and his fists clenching. In response, Dre stands taller and has a look in his eye that he’s almost challenging Michael to step to him.

You quickly step between both men to diffuse the situation. The last thing you need is to be posted on The Shade Room with some corny caption about Michael fighting your neighbor.

You look between both of them, “It’s cool, Dre. Michael was just leaving.” Michael’s jaw almost drops at how quickly you dismiss him. He looks into your eyes again to see some form of affection, but he gets nothing. It was like you flicked some type of switch and now you weren’t in love with him.

Michael gives you one last look of longing before turning to walk down the hallway. Even when he turns his head, you aren’t watching him leave. You’re talking to Dre who steps up to give you a hug.

Rage and possession claws beneath Michael’s ribcage. He wants to go back and confront the other man. He wants to win you back, but he also knows that he doesn’t have the privilege to act reckless.

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Three whole months pass.

You don’t call Michael. In fact, you leave him blocked on everything. You’re heartbroken. Of course you are. It’s hard to be in love with someone that isn’t good for you.

You work on yourself during the time. You allow yourself to feel and be present. You explore things for yourself. You focus on healing and loving yourself more.

The last thing on your mind is a relationship. In fact, you swear off relationships for the moment. You just want to enjoy being single. You go out with your homegirls and have fun. You dance. You laugh. You take yourself on dates and become content with your own company.

It’s on one of these self-appointed solo dates that you meet him. Theo.

“Umm..excuse me, miss, do you mind if I sit here?” A voice asks. You look up and you both lock eyes with each other. The man in front of you is fine. Like that type of 90s fine that all the girls are craving.

Smooth brown skin with a low fade. You catch yourself staring and you blush, “Of course. Seat’s all yours.”

“Thank you! It’s just really packed in here and I wanna read my book. I’m Theo by the way,” He states, pulling the book from his spot under his arm. You smile and introduce yourself.

“What are you reading?” You find yourself asking.

“Sula by Toni Morrison.” Theo replies.

Your eyes widen, “I love that book!” Theo lets out a soft laugh, “I really like it so far. I’m doing a little reading challenge with reading all of her work.”

For the next few hours, you and Theo sit together talking about books and your shared interests. At the end of your little yap session, he shyly asks for your number, which you give to him.

Things with Theo are easy after that. He’s sweet, smart, funny, and amazing at communicating. You love that you don’t have to guess what he’s thinking. He’s upfront about his intentions with you.

You go on a few dates with him and your connection grows stronger.

You’re happy. You’ve found someone who makes you happy.

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For Michael, things spiral downward. Sure, things with his career are going great, but he doesn’t have you, which feels like the ultimate blow.

After you ended the relationship, he takes some time to reflect on why it ended. He went through all of the pieces of your interactions together. How you’d lay beside him after sex, and there’d be that look of longing to cuddle. Sometimes, he would and other times he wouldn’t.

He comes to the conclusion that you were in love with him, and you wanted more. You wanted to officially be called his girlfriend.

‘She could’ve told me. I would’ve wifed her up with no hesitation.’ He thinks to himself.

Michael doesn’t note the hypocrisy of his own thinking and statements. He fails to truly grasp how much he hurt you.

You cutting him out of your life hurts him. How you just easily disregarded him like he was some regular guy. How you stared at him with nothing in your eyes when he was prepared to grovel for you.

Even though you cut him from your life, that doesn’t mean that he cut you from him. He keeps every trace of memorabilia that you left behind. He sprays your perfume across the pillows. He places one of your t-shirts on the pillow next to him. He takes a pair of your panties and sniff them in hopes of catching your lingering scent.

He doesn’t even feel shame about the revelation. He just wants to get you back, which is why he becomes desperate.

Michael find himself outside your apartment building multiple day. Not going in, but just watching. He watches and waits for you to exit the building. His breath hitches at how good you look. You were taking this breakup easier than expected.

He hates that.

It should be tearing you up just as much as it’s hurting him. You don’t even notice as Michael follows you through the day, casually remembering your schedule in his head.

He enters your apartment while you’re gone. It’s frankly really easy to pick the locks to your place. He walks around the space and notes all the subtle changes that you made since leaving him.

He goes into the bedroom and flickers through your drawers. He surprised when he finds a vibrator and dildo in the back of the second one. Awwww his poor baby had to find a way to satisfy her need.

He picks up the dildo and notes that the color, length, and girth all match his description. He imagines you sticking the dildo the wall and thrusting back onto it. He bets that you put the vibrator on your clit while doing it. Michael imagines all of your pretty juices running down the dildo.

It all makes him very jealous. That should be his cock that you’re leaking on. His mind plays back all of the imagines of you being intimate. The way that you would gasp when he first slid inside you. How your warm wet walls would pull him in. How those pretty tears would gather in your eyes when he was hitting that spot just right.

He misses you. And from your little sex toy situation, it’s quite obvious that you miss him too. Michael moves to your hamper and collects a pair of your dirty panties. He pockets the material and moves back in the living room. He walks into the kitchen to catch a glimpse of the calendar that you had on the fridge.

He freeze when he see, ‘Date with Theo’ listed there. Who is Theo? Was this your new nigga? Had you replaced him already? Possessiveness fills his mind. You’re his girl. No other man should even be thinking of breathing near you.

Hours later, he’s still inside your apartment. Hidden in the back of your closet. He’s lucky that you have so much stuff in your closet that he’s able to hide behind. He doesn’t think this plan through. He just needs to be near you.

You walk back into the apartment and he can distinctly see you through the cracks in the closet. God, you look beautiful. Like you’re glowing.

You pick out a t-shirt and shorts to go shower. When you get out with your towel wrapped around you, you drop it and Michael can see your fully naked body. His eyes carefully watch as you apply lotion and oil to your body. He watches intently as you run your hands across your breasts and down to your stomach.

You throw your clothes on just as your phone starts ringing. You smile at seeing Theo’s name pop up.

“You can’t get enough of me already Theo,” you say when you answer the phone.

The man on the other end laughs, “Enough of you? Never pretty girl. There’s not enough hours in the day to be able to see you the way that I want to.”

‘Corny nigga.’ Michael thinks to himself. Much to his surprise, you actually awe and fall for the line. He has to listen for the next hour as you and Theo chat on the phone. He clocks your plans to go grocery shopping tomorrow and how Theo plans to go with you.

Michael deduces in that moment that he plans to be there as well. He wasn’t about to let some random think he could take his girl from him.

After your phone call with Theo, you fall asleep in bed. Michael waits until he knows that you’re in a deep sleep and he steps from the closet carefully.

He observes your sleeping form. You still part your lips in the same way. He has the sudden urge to just lay beside you….and he does. He carefully slides onto the mattress next to you and scoots closer so that he’s cuddling your body. His presses his nose to your bonnet and inhales the sweet scent of the oil you like to use on your hair.

For the next fifteen minutes, he just lays there. He carefully slides from the bed and moves around to kneel in front of you.

The temptation to kiss you weighs heavy on his mind. His ghosts his lips across yours first, but then he firmly presses them together. Electricity radiated through his body. He missed feeling your lips on his. He doesn’t get greedy, no matter how much he wants to keep kissing you.

He walks out of your apartment and you don’t even have a clue that he’s been there.

Oh well, he’ll see you tomorrow at the grocery store.

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Michael spots you and Theo before you even see him. You’re wearing a pretty dress that swishes when you walk by. You look gorgeous, but he despises the fact that you get all dressed up like this for the other man.

You and Theo both laugh loudly while he reaches on the top shelf to grab stuff for you. Michael has to push the bile down his throat at seeing the other man putting his hand around your waist & even the fact that you don’t stop him.

Michael maneuvers his basket down the same aisle that you and Theo go on. He pretends to be contemplating which brand of pickles that he wants. He watches you from the corner of his eye. He knows that you see him by the way that you body stiffens.

Before you can try to pretend not to see him, he turns and locks eyes with you. A big smile spreads across his face as he approaches you and Theo.

He calls your name and leans in for a hug. The hug is rather tense on your end, but he’ll ignore it for now. “It’s really nice to see you,” Michael inserts.

You smile tensely, “You too.”

His eyes finally clock Theo and he gives a faux smile to the man. The kind that he often gives the media on those red carpets. Michael sticks his hand out, “Hey man, I’m Michael.”

Theo smiles and shakes Michael’s hand in return, “Wassup man, I’m Theo. It’s nice to meet you, I’m a big fan.”

‘Of course you are.’ Michael thinks.

The silence is awkward between you and Michael. He looks down at you, “So you just uh..doing some grocery shopping?”

You nod, “Yeah, I figured today was a nice day and plus Theo’s helping me to reach all of the really tall things.” You look over to the other man, who smiles in response. Michael wants to ram his basket into the man’s knees.

“That’s nice. And you two are….friends?” Michael questions, trying to play it cool.

Theo interjects, “Nah, I’m her boyfriend actually.”

Boyfriend? Boyfriend? Michael almost thinks he goes deaf for a second because he just knows that his girl isn’t dating someone else.

Michael has to play off the surprise and he smiles at you, “Wow! That’s great. I’m really happy for you. You deserve to be happy.”

You do deserve to be happy, but just not with this nigga. You give a small thanks before you’re moving around Michael with Theo in tow. Though you try to be discreet, Michael can still hear your conversation.

“I didn’t know you knew Michael B. Jordan.”

“Yep, it’s a lot to explain, but it’s an old situation though.”

Michael’s jaw drops at your words. Is that really how you felt? Well, lucky for you, he was a persistent man and he always got what he wanted.

And he wanted you back.

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You put the incident with Michael behind you. You figure that it’s the last that you’re going to see of him. You’re happy. You’re really happy with where you are with Theo.

But you won’t lie. Seeing Michael did send traces of those feelings reeling right back into you chest. He looked good, but he always looked good. You remind yourself of how he treated you before and opt to keep those feelings buried.

It’s night when you get back to your apartment. You had just come back from a date with Theo. The dress that you’re wearing conforms nicely to your body. Your heels click softy in the hallway as you make your way to your front door.

You stop at seeing a man standing by your front door. It isn’t until he looks up at you that you calm down.

“Michael, what are you doing here?” You inquire, staring the man down. He’s casually dressed a pair of sweats and a hoodie. You hate how good he looks even when he’s dressed so casual.

“I was hoping to come by so we could talk,” He replies, staring into your eyes.

You go to reject the offer when he cuts in, “Please, just a few minutes. Then I’ll leave. I just want to finally clear the air with us.”

You sigh and nod your head. Which is honestly a dense move on your part. You unlock the door and move to let Michael in. Closing the door behind you, you walk towards the kitchen.

“You want a bottle of water?” You ask Michael. He nods and moves to catch the water you toss his way. You both sip from your respective water bottles, gazing intensely at each other.

You finally sit down at the counter while Michael does the same thing on the opposite side.

You don’t make any move to speak first. You let Michael have the floor. He clears his throat, “I guess I just really wanted to say sorry. It wasn’t right for me to lead you on like that. I should’ve been better with communicating my feelings to you, and I definitely shouldn’t have been sleeping with you without defining the terms of our relationship.”

There it is. All out in the open. You sigh and sway lightly on your heels, “Thank you for that. I really appreciate it. I just have to ask, did you know that I was in love with you?”

Michael nods, “Yeah….I mean not at first, but I started picking up on it. I was actually planning to ask you to be my girlfriend.”

You can feel your heart clenching. You want to focus on the possibility of him asking you to be his girlfriend. But then you remember, it still wouldn’t change how he treated you. You take another sip of your water, “It wouldn’t have changed anything. You were still treating me like I was just some hoe before then. But it’s all water under the bridge. We can move on now.”

Michael’s eyes scan down your body. You look amazing in that dress. He can also see the internal struggle that you’re going through. Even though you were saying that you were moving on, he knows that you still love him.

He’s not leaving out of this apartment without his girl.

“What if I don’t want to move on?” Michael asks, eye contact intense.

“Then I’d say that’s a you problem. It doesn’t concern me anymore,” You reply back. He almost wants to laugh at this front that you’re putting on.

Michael moves from his spot at the counter and rounds it to stand in front of you. You take a step back to place some distance between you. You keep backing up until your butt meets the counter by the stove. Michael presses his body close to yours, arm bracketing both sides of your body.

He leans down so that his face is above yours. Even in heels, he still has height over you. His dark eyes meet your wide ones, “I don’t think you understand, babygirl. I want you back. I love you.”

Your breath hitches and you shake your head, “I don’t love you anymore. I’m with Theo now.”

Michael smacks his lips, “We both know that’s a lie. You don’t love that nigga. He’s just some sorry replacement for me.”

You shake your head and try to push him back. Michael leans down to ghost his lips over yours. One of his hands travel between your legs. “If you’re over me, then assure me that when I touch your pussy, you won’t be wet?”

You frown at him, “Maybe I’m already wet from Theo. You’re so sure that I’m not over you. How do you know that I didn’t let him touch me before I got back here?”

Michael’s eyes turned dark and you almost feel fear at the look on his face. You gasp at the smirk that crosses his face. “That’s too bad. I guess I’ll just have to check. Make sure his cum isn’t anywhere inside you.”

It’s your turn to be confused at the statement. Michael pulls you from the counter and places you over the arm of the couch. You turn to try to move, but his arm stops you. A quick smack to your backside makes you jump, “Stay still.”

You don’t even know why you’re obeying. You should be fighting or screaming. You shouldn’t be excited at him manhandling your or this weird possessiveness over you.

Your wet panties slide down your legs and you shiver at the cool air hitting your folds. Michael whistles lowly behind you, “She still pretty like I remember.”

Involuntarily, you feel yourself clench at the words. Michael noticed this and laughs softly, “Seems like she missed daddy’s voice.”

His hands travel up your legs and thighs before he reaches the apex of yours thighs. Two thick fingers push into your entrance and clench around the fingers. You can feel Michael moving his fingers around before he pulls them out. You slap your hand over your mouth to stop the whine from leaving.

Michael holds his fingers up to the light, inspecting the shiny slick there. Your mouth drops when he places the two fingers in his mouth and sucks the essence from them. He moves his lips around a little before swallowing. His dark eyes find yours again, “Why you lying to me baby? Not that I didn’t already know.”

He stands to his full height and pulls your hips to his. You can feel the material of the sweatpants on your bare thighs. Michael pushes the pants down and you clock the he isn’t wearing underwear.

His dick slaps crudely against his stomach. You can see the precum leaking from the tip. Your eyes trace down Michael’s dick. You can feel yourself becoming wetter. Your body hadn’t forgot how Michael made you feel. Michael sees you staring and grips his dick in his hand, “You missed this, baby? Tell me you want me and I’ll give it to you.”

You shake your head. You shouldn’t be getting caught back up in Michael. You try to think of Theo. Poor, sweet Theo. He doesn’t deserve you cheating on him.

Michael runs his dick up and down your folds. You shiver as he slides across your pearl. You jump slightly when you feel his tip breaching your entrance. You hate the way that you body naturally accommodates him.

Michael sits there with only the tip in and leans over your body. “Come on, baby. You don’t have to torture us like this. I promise this time will be different. I love you. I really do. I want this to work. I promise I’ll take you out on dates. I’ll never hide you. I just want to be with you and make you feel good.”

A soft moan leaves your mouth when you feel him sliding deeper into you. Michael takes these as a signal and gives small thrusts, “You still love me. You still want me. We don’t have to talk any big plans right now. Just let me make you feel good.” His fingers travel beneath you and he starts to rub small circles on your clit.

“Please,” You whimper out. Your teary eyes meet his as you push your hips back, “Please make me feel good, Kari.”

Michael pushes his dick completely into you and it knocks the breath out of you. He starts a deep pace with his hands on your hips. Your body jostles against the couch as your fingers grab at one of the pillows. Those same moans that he loves hearing fill the room.

He grabs your hair in his hand and roughly pulls you up to his chest. This angle cause him to sink deeper into your body. Michael moves his lips to your ear, “Feels good, doesn’t it? You wanted to keep me away from this good pussy?”

You’re so far gone that you can’t even form any words. Your eyes are at the back of the head. Michael can feel you tightening and with a few rubs against your clit, you explode against him. Your body shakes and sags in his hold.

You feel like a rag doll with how Michael is manhandling you. You barely register the fact that he has your spread out on the counter until you feel the chill on your back. Michael drags your hips to the edge and folds your legs back. Your back arches as he enters you again.

He looks at the mess between your legs and groans. You always did get messy for him. He leans over you to greet you with a sloppy kiss. However, you fail to realize that he’s actually moving your phone closer and calling Theo.

The call connects and Michael can see the other man squinting at the phone to get a clear picture of what’s happening. He smirks, “Baby, who’s making you feel this good?”

You moan, “You are, Kari.”

He quickens his pace and your moans get louder. He pushes one of your legs to your chest, “You been giving my pussy to that other nigga?” He locks eyes directly with Theo.

You whine and shake your head. Michael moves his fingers down to your clit, “Tell me you’re mine, princess.”

Your nails are scratching at arms as your watery gaze meets his, “I’m yours, Kari. Only yours.” He tongue kisses you and you fall apart again. Michael’s own release hit and you moan at his warm release coating your walls.

You’re so gone that you don’t even notice the FaceTime call. Michael laughs silently as Theo hangs up the phone. Well, he doesn’t have to worry about him anymore.

For the rest of the night, your bodies connect and he makes sure to keep his cum inside of you.

“I love you baby,” He whispers as you lay on his chest.

“I love you too, Kari,” you whisper back.

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Michael tries to act surprised when you call him a few weeks later crying about missing your period and three positive pregnancy tests.

You assure him that you were taking your birth control and you don’t know how this could happen. But Michael does.

His frequent trips to your apartment led him to stumble across your birth control pack. It’s surprisingly easy to find placebo pills that look just like birth control. He tosses all of your pills down the toilet and replaces them with the placebos.

He knows that you’re taking them because you were always on top of stuff like that. That night, he was careful enough to choose the night that he knew that you would be ovulating. With how much he came in you that night, he believes you would’ve gotten pregnant even if you were still on birth control.

Michael consoles you when you call. He tells you that you’ll make this work and that he’s going to take care of you and the baby. He manipulates the idea in your head that this is a good thing.

Now you can all be a family.

You, him, and the baby.

You don’t have to worry about all of the semantics, especially the part where he stalked and manipulated his way back into your life.

The only thing that that matters is how much he loves you and how much he’s willing to do anything to keep you.

End.

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