synopsis: just two exs who refuse to leave each other alone no matter how much you both tried, jackie always showed up at your place.
warnings: slight arguing, toxic relationship, breeding, spanking (??), use of n word, just straight smut with plot ngl, size kink, mdni.
a/n: ngl I’m ovulating like real bad and I was listening to “freak’in me” by Jamie & Marsha on repeat , so yall just sit back and enjoy idk this is all over the place AND AYEEE I posted two fics today yall :)
you were currently sitting in your ex boyfriend’s car, if someone would’ve told you that you were in Jackie’s car two months ago after another break up and swearing up and down you were done with him this time, you would’ve laughed in their face telling them that. “girl bye ion’ wanna holla at no mothafuckin trick, he all ova there smelling like other girls and shit, hell nah.”
but you knew you and jackie would never come up off each other, no matter how much you both tried you both always seemed to find your ways back to each other even after all the harsh things you said. You knew jackie wasn’t shit, jackie knew you wasn’t shit either. But when you both were together you were both very loyal to each other but so damn toxic. Toxic enough that everyone was really considering on keeping you locked away in your house keeping eyes on you so you wouldn’t crawl back to each other (you still ended up calling him).
Right now you were sitting in the passenger seat after being practically dragged out the club by jackie after seeing you rubbing up on some other man. “You always wanna throw that lil ass of yours off, shit barely even move.” He gripped the steering wheel, he only said it didn’t move to get a reaction out of you which worked pretty well honestly. You scoffed along with a fake dry laugh. “nigga please, you know this lil ass of mines move, you so worried bout me you need to be worried bout them other bitches you round here sleeping with, witcho nasty dick ass, shit already short.” You demonstrated with your pointer finger and thumb making a “short” size looking directly at him.
“ain’t no other girls I keep tellin you that, youn’ wanna listen to me that’s yo’ problem.” He side eyed you while driving towards your house, the late night city lights beaming from the rooftop. “and small dick?, baby you know that’s not true last time I recall you was just squirting on this tiny d-“
“boy don’t get me mixed up with them other girls, you should be worried bout the other girl who ran yo ass clean ova, but you wanna drag me out the club.” You brought up how another girl ran jackie ass clean over after being spotted with another girl, you knew that would get under his skin justtttt right, and it did.
“you think that shit funny, huh?” He turned his head towards you then back to the road making a left turn towards your neighborhood. “yeah, I think it’s really fuckin hilarious that’s what you get, I should’ve did that shit to you actually.” You crossed your arms getting more cockier by the second. Once he finally pulled up to your house parking outside, you turned towards him seeing him cut the car off raising your eyebrow confused. “uhh what are you doin-“
“Get out.” He says sternly, he opens his door getting out the door slamming his car door shut, “I’m finna show you some real hilarious, see that’s your problem you always wanna argue and joke around,” he says eyeing you as you climbed out the car pulling your dress that was hiked up a bit, you were pretty tipsy from the drinks but you weren’t fully drunk. You rolled your eyes walking past him, his tall frame hovering above you. “boy ain’t nobody worried about you, you dragged me,” you pointed your finger at yourself, “out the club, I was havin’ a great ole time.” You turned unlocking the door walking side.
“yeah…. ain’t nobody stuntin’ you either girl.” He said closing the door behind him making sure to lock it, you threw your purse and keys on the kitchen table. His eyes raked over your body and face, you were very pretty. very very pretty actually, tight strapless dress you wore to the club, heels thrown to the side, shit you was even slim thick and he loved that about you and how he used to just toss you around in bed. He bit down on his bottom lip completely zoning out watching you as you just threw your arms up cursing him out about complete nonsense that happened months ago.
“Jackie!, hello jackass I’m talkin to you!” You snapped your fingers in his face looking up at him, “I know you hear me talkin to y-“ suddenly his mouth was on yours, you tried pushing him away but deep down you high key wanted this too. Shit the whole way home you wanted this after he dragged you in the car. Your mouth moved with his as his tongue pushed past your lips. You moan softly into the kiss as you wrap your arms around his nape pulling him closer even though he was taller than you.
“you got a real nasty attitude and I don’t like it,” he muffles into your mouth, pushing you onto the wooden table standing between your thighs as you both continued to make out. Smooching sounds and groans filling the room. His hand slowly rakes down your body you were too busy to even notice cause you were too busy trying to fight for dominance with his tongue. His hands pushing your legs wider as his other hand slowly moves to your lace panties. He pulls back from the kiss going straight to your neck placing open mouthed kisses on your neck, “you already wet, you horny already for what? Barely even touched yo ass.” He says giving you soft circles on your clothed clit.
“s-shut up,” you mutter, it mostly coming out as a moan. He continued rubbing circles on your clit. Your back arching into his touch as your moans filled the room. “shiiit– jackie.” You moan, not even caring anymore to be seen as a horny ex girlfriend, I mean he was at YOUR house doing this to you, he’s really at blame!. He takes his mouth off your neck and looks at you then down at your panties then right back at your eyes asking for permission. you nod your head frantically, “was he seriously gonna eat me out on the table?” You thought.
He slowly hooks his fingers in your panties looking at you once more again asking for permission with his eyes. “Boy hurry up before I change my mind.” You snapped not wanting him to waste any time. “patience baby,” he smirks sinking down to his knees as he pulls your panties all the way down to your ankles throwing them to the side somewhere, his hands spread your legs pushing them up to your tits while you were resting on your elbows. He watched your pussy throb and clench around nothing but air. You nearly whined at the cold air hitting your pussy. But that was cut short when you felt a smack on your pussy causing you to jerk your hips up.
“h-hey!, what the fuck-“ you groaned. “you think you can just talk to me any kind of way,” smack. “you think you can throw this ass on other men?, fuck is wrong witchu?” smack again. “I don’t like your attitude.” smack again, which was harder causing you to let out a breathy moan and cry. “mmngh” you moan, the sting on your pussy making you even more wetter. “ah!– don’t tease you jackass.” You mutter through gritted teeth, your hips jerking at each smack which he didn’t stop doing at all.
For the next ten minutes you were spread out on the table, thighs trembling around his hand as he was smacking you. Your eyes were teary and you were a moaning mess. “You like that?, hm?” He tilts his head looking at you. “Didn’t even get the dick yet and you already wet, get the fuck up.” He grabs you by the arm pulling you up off the table making sure not to hurt you though. He was dragging you to your bedroom while he was going off on you, “you think you can just talk to people any kind of way?, huh?” He asked you his hand squeezing your arm. “n-no!” You let out a sob.
He sits down on the bed bringing you down across his lap as your chest was on his thighs. He grips his hands on your dress hiking it up to your hips. smack. “Who the fuck you think you be talking to like that?” He asks, slapping your ass again which made you cry but crying due to pleasure and pain. “you think I wanna see you dirty dancing on them other men that don’t want you for real?, only cause of what’s between your legs.” smack. Your hips jerking and you were moaning. “m’sorry!” You say which sounded like a high pitched moan. “i didn’t know you were there, ah!–“ you moan again feeling another smack on your ass cheek, your cheeks already burning up hot. “horrible excuse.” he says smacking your ass again then soothing it with his palm.
after awhile of him smacking your ass you were drooling, your mascara ruined from being teary eyed, you were breathing heavy as if you gotten fucked to the ground. He pulled you up from his lap tossing you on the bed. A soft yelp escaping your lips, he was pissed. No he was beyond pissed, he was also aggravated due to the fact that you were literally dancing on other men. “you think you can just do what you wanna do?” He asks taking off his shoes and shirt tossing it to the side somewhere. You watched him undress himself you were plopped up on your elbows just watching. “I didn’t do anything-“
“then got the nerve to call my dick small.” He unzips his pants, freeing his thick long dick from his boxers. It was perfectly trimmed he grabbed your ankles pulling you closer to the edge of the bed. He didn’t even bother to eat you out because was there really any foreplay needed? You were already leaking like a waterfall. “please…” you whispered as he held your thighs up with one of his hands, the other hand pumping his dick giving it a few pumps as he lined himself up at your entrance. “you make me feel s’good baby, please please plea-“ you gasp when you felt him push inside you.
“breathe ma, take it cmon let me stretch this shit open,” his thumb brushed your clit in slow circles as he started moving in a rhythmic pace while he fucked you deeper and slow. “you squeezin’ me so tight,” his hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing just enough to make your eyes roll back. “but you still pissed me off.” He groaned feeling you clench around him. He started picking up the pace, the headboard slamming against the wall.
“o-oh shit! jackieee.” You dragged your words, moans slurring out your mouth while your legs kicked uselessly until he grabbed them, folding you in half and putting them over his shoulders. The new angle punched the air from your lungs, his dick slammed against your cervix with every thrust that was deeper than the one before. “fuck fuck fuckkk!–“ you grip onto his arms practically digging your nails in his skin.
“jackie baby– too deep ohmygsoh! m’gonna–“ your voice cracks into broken sobs, tears spilling as you babbled. “please, please it’s too much–“ He didn’t even slow down. “you can handle dancin’ on other men you can handle takin the same dick you been takin for years, now take it… you wanted attention? now you’ve got mine mama.”
without warning he flipped you over on your stomach yanking your hips up. He pressed his palm down on your back making you arch more, you had a beautiful body, yeah you were an amazing person with a beautiful face but jackie loved that body of yours. He lined himself up at your entrance slapping his tip on your folds causing your hips to jerk up. “stay still (name).” He says sternly holding your hips in place. He slams back inside from behind, one hand fisted in your hair as his other hand went from your hips to your ass slapping it hard enough to leave a handprint.
“You think this gon fix anything?” You muffle out, your head spinning from all the pounding he was doing. It felt like he was hitting spots inside you that you never felt before causing you to moan again. “f-fuck you ja-jackie!” You spat out as you started throwing your ass back on him catching the rhythm. “fuckin hate yo sorry good fa nothing but dick ass,” you huff then moaned again as he started fucking you back again. Skin slapping filling the room.
“I love you too, girl” he said leaning down to kiss behind your ear, then leaned back up thrusting deeper inside you rolling his hips. “I love your not shit ass either even more than those niggas ever will.” He said through gritted teeth. “more please jackie please please pleasee.”
he pulled out again, this time he let you ride him. Flipping onto his back and pulling you on top. You sank down on his dick in reverse cowgirl, thighs shaking as you started bouncing, your tits hung free. Your ass clapped against his hips with every drop , wet squelching sounds filling the room. “you look so beautiful ma, fuck that’s it throw this ass back on me.” He groans, his hands gripping your waist. “Show me how sorry you are.”
And you did, you rolled your hips, throwing yourself down on him again and again until your thighs burned. Your whines got louder and more desperate. “I’m close, fuck I’m so close jackie fuckk–“ He sat up one arm around your throat again while his other hand found your clit rubbing it in circles. “you wanna cum?, Hnm? cum on this dick pretty.” He said.
Your orgasm hit like a freight train, pussy clenching around him as you screamed his name like a prayer. He followed right after flooding your walls with cum. Neither of you stopped though. Round after round he fucked you for hours like a wild animal. He fucked you sideways while his hand was wrapped around your throat whispering dirty things in your ear then licking all over your ear.
“yo’ pussy feel so good mama, could stay in this shit all night, you want that?”
“look at you makin a mess all over my dick.”
“I can’t let you run from me, pussy feels so good.”
“you so beautiful like this, all fucked out and cumming all over me, dontchu’ think baby?”
He fucked you for hourssss. Eating you out, fucking you in missionary, backshots again, sideways, you rode him again, floor sex, wall sex, mirror sex, hell he even picked you up and fucked you like you weighted nothing to him which you didn’t. Each and every time he pulled an orgasm out of you. He was even a mess his dick painted with your white silk, his hair was a mess, his pupils blown wide. The sheets were a mess, his back was scratched up and so were his arms, his gold chain wet with spit from your mouth after you kept sucking on it while he was fucking you in missionary. You guys fucked on and on for six whole hours. After it finally ended you were completely fucked out, your dress thrown to the side somewhere, two hickeys on your neck, your nipples still hard, hair a mess, you were crying earlier which made your mascara completely messed up.
You were knocked out spread across the bed, chest heaving up and down. Jackie watched you sleep for a little bit pulling the sheets over you and him worrying about showering you both first thing tomorrow morning. “guess it was worth being angry.” He said with a soft chuckle kissing your cheek.
summary: you politely ask your boyfriend michael to read you his favorite book aloud, but he seems to find it difficult to do so when your mouth is making him feel so good
cws: 18+ mdni, smut, no plot, public (in a library), mean!reader, whiny sub!mike with some switch tendencies, use of pet names, handjob/blowjob, mild hair pulling, begging (m), dirty talk, edging/orgasm denial, michael cries a little, brief religious guilt, brief spit play, car sex, spanking, unprotected p in v (oops pls be careful guys), creampie, reader calls michael daddy once, reverse cowgirl, mike steals reader’s panties
an: technically a continuation of this but both can be read independently! also i was too lazy to create fake text for the book he’s reading sorry babes. thank you for so much love on my last fic ♡
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The hum of the overhead lights of the library did very little to hide the sounds of Michael’s timid whimpers as your tongue lazily licked at his dick like it was a piece of candy. He had one hand holding the book you’d asked him to read aloud, the other gripping firmly into your hair. Every so often you felt the scrape of his nails against your scalp as you peppered kisses and kitten licks against him.
You’d been at this for about ten minutes now after you’d palmed him through his jeans to bring him to an erection. The whole time you had done that, his head had been tucked between your shoulder and neck, soft whines pouring from his lips as he attempted to muffle them against you.
“Mikey,” you had cooed, free hand gripping the back of his neck as your other pressed firmly against his crotch. “I want you to read that book you always check out for me. But can you read it out loud? Love the sound of your pretty voice.”
Michael had looked pained at the request, cheeks on fire. “Can’t,” he said, breathless. “You know I can’t talk when you, oh—” he broke off into a moan as you pressed the heel of your palm down even harder. “Please, baby. Please.”
You tutted in feigned annoyance at his response. “Sweetheart, why can’t you do this for me? I told you, I wanna read the book. You’re being kinda rude.”
Michael exhaled, brows pinched together. “Someone is gonna hear us.”
“Well, only if you keep being so loud,” you chided. “Can’t be quiet like a good boy, can you?”
Michael buried his face into your neck again, gasping like the air was hostile. “You’re so mean,” he said, the fight leaving his body as his hips twitched up to meet your palm.
“I’m sitting here making you feel good and you’re calling me mean?” You sighed, fingers threading into his curls at the nape of his neck in order to tug his head back so you could look right at him. “Aren’t you grateful? Your dick is so hard, and you can’t even thank me?”
Michael whined at the pain, hips pushing forward again. You’d learned that he loved a little pain, and he loved when you scolded him and whispered dirty things into his ear. He’d tried to put on a big show the second time you’d had sex, attempting to take control even though both of you knew that he’d never be the one in charge. It was cute, really. He was so compliant and whiny, you just couldn’t help but to tease him.
“Say thank you,” you said, pressing so hard into him you knew from the dilation of his pupils that it hurt deliciously.
“Thank you,” he rasped, mouth gaping open as you eased the pressure.
“Good boy,” you said, smiling a little.
And that was how it had started. By now he was completely on edge, standing on trembling legs. His back was pressed against one of the bookshelves in the back, an area you knew from years of working at the library that no one really frequented. Still, the thrill of getting caught hung in the air. To his credit, Michael was being a lot quieter than he usually would–not that he was silent at all. If someone cared to wander towards the back, they’d likely hear his mewls of pleasure. You knew both of you got off on that, though Michael would never admit it.
Your knees were getting a little sore from the lack of cushion below, but it was just too fun to edge him like this.
“Baby, you’ve been on the same page for like, five minutes,” you sighed, bringing up a hand to slowly jerk him off as you sat back a little. “I thought this was your favorite book. Can’t you read a little faster?”
Michael’s trembling hands took hold of the book, the hand he had in your hair slipping away as he almost dropped the novel. He read another sentence, slowly, voice strained. “Please let me cum,” he said, almost dropping the book again as your lips wrapped around the tip of his dripping length. “It’s starting to hurt.”
You hallowed your cheeks as you swallowed the length of his dick, the head hitting the back of your throat so abruptly you gagged around him. His hips pushed forward, almost as if they had a mind of their own. His ensuing whine was downright pathetic. The sound of the book falling to the ground with a loud clunk! hit your ears. You pulled back a little to pick it up for him, but suddenly his hands were on the back of your head, holding you in place.
“Please let me cum,” he said, his voice louder than he likely realized. Your eyes were prickling with tears at the loss of oxygen as he held you there. His cock was heavy on your tongue, and he thrust forward once more.
You pushed your hands against his hips, trying to break free for a moment. He reluctantly let go, allowing you to pop off of him.
“If I let you cum,” you said, tone cold. “You need to be quiet. Okay? You’re being so damn loud, Mike. The whole place is gonna hear you.”
Michael nodded, swallowing the sound of his own subsequent moan. “I’ll be quiet,” he promised, nodding again. “Please, please.”
“So, you wanna feed me your cum, huh?” You asked, hand cupping his balls with a tight squeeze before you released them. He bit down on his lip, and you could see the wince of pain as his eyes shut. “Is that what you want? Wanna shut me up with your big dick?”
Michael’s hands balled into fists, throat working into a loud gulp.
“C’mon, sweetie. You choked me on your dick and you can’t even tell me that’s what you want? Use your words, and I’ll let you cum. Tell me.”
“I…” Michael trailed off, eyes opening to glance down at you. They were wide, frantic, and full of tears. You watched as he blinked, one tear rolling down his cheek, and then another on the other side. The sight made you shiver with an arousal you didn’t realize was inside of you.
“I wanna feed youmycum,” Michael said, forcing the words out through gritted teeth. He spoke so fast that the last few words sounded like they were one.
“Hm?” You asked, pretending you couldn’t understand him. Just for the show, you cupped a hand to your ear. “I can’t understand you.”
Michael let out a gasp of ragged air. “I wanna feed you my cum,” he said, slower, more determined. He blinked out another tear and you smirked. “I w-want you to choke on my dick as I… fuck your mouth with it.”
“God, you’re so dirty, Mikey,” you teased, reaching up a hand to grip his length. You held him, thumb and index finger forming a tight circle–one that you couldn’t close, even with the tips of your long nails. “What would God think if he heard you talking like this?”
Michael whimpered, and quickly covered a hand over his mouth to hide the sound. “Oh please, baby. Pleaseeee,” he dragged the word out childishly, and you gave him another squeeze.
“Fine,” you said, shrugging your shoulders with the casualness of replying to him asking something mundane like “can you pass me the salt?”
“Put it inside of me, Mike. Shut me up for once,” you told him. Michael’s eyes lit up as your mouth opened, tongue dangling out obscenely.
He wasted no time in obliging, and before you could take a deep breath his pulsing dick was inside of your mouth. He sloppily moved it, and you felt your right cheek bulge outwardly as he tried to find a pace. You knew he wouldn’t last very long now, having been on edge for quite some time. You were actually proud he’d managed to hold it in, especially with the dirty talk that usually turned him into a whiny mess.
He was thrusting inside of you, hands finding the back of your head again to make sure this time you stayed where he needed you. You could feel the burn of his nails against your skull, and you moaned around his length as he began to move his hips faster. The whole thing was completely irrational, really. You were on your knees on the floor, giving him a sloppy, loud blowjob while patrons of the library milled about just aisles over. Shockingly, both you and Michael were thrilled by this. Just last week you’d been in similar positions, albeit reversed, as you sat perched on the edge of the table while he fingered you slowly, tongue sucking at your clit with such force you’d seen stars.
Michael sucked in a hissing breath through his teeth, followed by a short whine as he repeatedly hit the back of your throat. Your eyes met his with a sharp look of warning, and he let go of you with one hand to force a palm against his mouth. You could hear the sounds of his quiet moans through the hand, but you continued to take him inside of you as he chased his release.
You felt his pace stutter, and what followed was the first spurt of his cum inside of you. Your throat worked to swallow as he continued to quite literally feed you his cum. Once he was finished, you pulled away, holding his cock in your right hand. He watched you, eyebrow raised as you spit a mix of your saliva and his cum back onto him before you took his dick back into your mouth to suck it off again.
He moaned at the sight, body shaking. His hands found your shoulders and he pushed lightly, fighting to get away due to oversensitivity.
You popped off of him with a smirk, giggling at his struggle. “Now it’s my turn,” you said with a grin.
Michael’s chest heaved as he nodded, forcing his dick back into the confines of his jeans. “Can I fuck you in my car, baby? Please.”
You smiled, nodding. “Yeah, but if I get fired you’re gonna explain to my boss that I was just helping you bring books out to your car, right?”
Michael smirked, laughing just a little as he hooked his arms under your armpits to bring you up to a stand. He then wrapped you in a hug, lips ghosting the shell of your ear. “I’ll do anything if you let me fuck you.”
You shivered at the words, his breath against you causing goosebumps to pebble along your skin. “When’d you get so cocky, sweet boy? Weren’t you just crying and begging me to cum?”
You felt his lips form a smile against you before he sucked the lobe of your ear into his mouth for a moment. His tongue traced up the outside of the sensitive skin of your ear, and your eyes fluttered shut at the feeling.
“That’s true,” he agreed. “But I know you must be soaking wet right now. I bet you could take me already.”
You gasped at his words, pushing his shoulders back to give yourself a moment to pull it together. You giggled, breath shaky. “Let’s go see, then.”
The trip to his car was quick, both of you strung with desire and giddiness. Michael unlocked the car, opening up the backseat–you went first, he was a gentleman after all. You climbed in, knees knocking into the back of the front passenger seat as you climbed inside. Michael followed you shortly after, the door nearly slamming shut behind him. He gripped your wrist, and you turned to him just as he met your lips with a desperate kiss, teeth clashing together briefly as he settled into a rhythm that you allowed him to create. It was messy, saliva dripping from the bottom of your lip as he sucked at your tongue.
Michael had been right about one thing earlier–you were soaking wet. Your panties were clinging to your folds, clit throbbing with want.
“Mike,” you said, pulling away from the kiss to gasp for air. “Take your pants off. Then mine.”
Michael nodded, scrambling to indulge your request. He made quirk work of his jeans, wincing when the zipper scrapped his semi-hard cock–he’d gone without any underwear today, just like you’d asked. Then his hands were on you, undoing your jeans, thumbs sliding into the waistband to pull them down your legs. Your hips lifted up off of the seat to accommodate him, and you took it upon yourself to slip out of your panties on your own. He reached for them, tossing them on his own jeans that had been discarded on the floor.
“Oh wow,” you said, tongue clicking against the roof of your mouth. “I didn’t know you were such a pervert, honey. What, you’re gonna sniff them later as you jerk yourself off? That’s just dirty.”
Michael’s cheeks flushed, but he made no move to hand you the soiled garment. “‘M sorry, lovey. You smell so good.”
You smirked at him. “You mean my pussy smells so good?”
Michael whined, looking away. “Yes.”
You giggled, knowing he wouldn’t say the word pussy. He’d only said it once, right before he fell apart into an orgasm. He told you it was too sacred to call it that. He’d fuck you with his tongue, steal your panties, but he just couldn’t say pussy. He was too cute.
“C’mere,” you cooed, motioning him towards you with the crook of a finger. “I wanna try something, pretty boy.”
“What is it?” He asked, scooching towards you. He pulled you closer to him by reaching under your knees, sliding you along the seat.
“I want you to spank me.” You said simply, smiling.
Michael choked, eyes widening. “W-what? Won’t that hurt, baby?”
“Mmhm,” you agreed. “But don’t you think I deserve it? I was being kinda bad, earlier.”
Michael gulped. “I don’t know, dove…”
“C’mon, daddy. Don’t you wanna punish me for being such a bad girl?”
Michael took a breath in through his nose, and you knew you had him. He always lost it when you called him daddy, even though it wasn’t as if you said it to admit submission to him. It was quite the opposite, really. You said it with a tone laced in mocking, always with an edge to it. You could very well call him pathetic in the same tone, and he’d probably whimper for that too. He loved how dirty your mouth was.
“H-how?” He asked.
You giggled. “Put me over your knee,” you said, glancing down to his leg.
He nodded, stretching his legs over the side of the seat. He guided you down, ass up in the air as you settled your waist over his lower thigh. “Okay,” he said, voice low.
“Now hit me,” you said, wiggling your ass up at him a little. “C’mon. Punish me. I was so mean to you, wasn’t I?”
“Y-yeah,” he agreed, and then he delivered a weak smack to your behind. It was so gentle it made you huff out a laugh.
“No, baby. You’ve gotta do it harder than that. Your hands are so big, aren’t they? Put them to use.”
He moaned, and then you felt his hand come down harder. You jolted forward a little at the feeling, exhaling in relief. “Keep going,” you said, voice trembling a little.
Michael obliged, delivering another smack. He repeated himself a few times, each hit just a bit harder than the last. Finally, a loud smack rang out around the car. You gasped, moaning at the feeling.
“Oh shit, Mikey. Do that again.”
“F-fuck, okay,” Michael said. He hit you once more, even harder, and you both moaned at the same time. His hand came down to rub against the heat blooming on your skin, soothing over the pain. “Please, can I fuck you now?”
You nodded, throbbing for release. “Yes, baby.”
He helped you up off of his leg, and went to lie you back gently on the seat. You held up a finger, smiling a little.
“Don’t you wanna look at the masterpiece you created?” You asked, giggling. You gestured around to your ass, and Michael’s eyes filled with heat.
He nodded. “Yeah. Yes.”
You laughed, planting a kiss to his lips before you crawled onto his lap, hips facing away from him. You lifted yourself a little, hand reaching for his dick as you guided it to your entrance. “You can do most of the work, right baby? My legs are a little sore.”
Michael cleared his throat, hands wrapping around your waist. “Yeah,” He agreed, pushing up a little so the head of his cock entered you.
You smiled, sinking down the length of him in one go. Michael moaned behind you, grip on your waist tightening. The stretch was already making your head spin. “Oh Mikey, you feel so good inside of me. Wish you could fuck me forever.”
Michael sighed, hips jumping up once. “Baby,” he murmured. “I won’t last long.”
You smiled, bouncing a little in his lap to create a delicious drag along your walls. “Me neither, baby. Feels too good. Your dick is like magic.”
Michael whined, planting his face into the back of your head. His hips were meeting yours, and the small space quickly filled with the slap of skin against skin.
Within minimal time–minutes, maybe–you felt yourself nearing your orgasm. The combination of being so pent up from earlier and the feeling of finally being full was too much. You were gasping with each thrust, head falling back against Michael’s chest as your knees wobbled, giving out a little.
“Touch me, Mikey. I’m so close.”
Michael’s hand found your clit almost instantly, rubbing tight circles against it as he continued to fuck into you. Your body was wrought with pleasure, trembling against him.
“Please cum around me, baby. Wanna feel it,” Michael begged, hips still driving into you from below.
You gasped, meeting his thrusts as best you could. His free hand snaked up and under your top, diving under your bra so he could find your sensitive nipple. He pressed inwards, and you moaned. His thumb and index finger pinched the hardened bud, rolling it back and forth. That was what did it for you, and the chord snapped. You cried out his name, walls fluttering around him as your orgasm washed over you. It felt so good that your vision clouded, and your spine went completely rigid.
Michael followed right after, spilling into you, hips snapping up erratically. You felt his release coating you, and your body began to relax as you came down. You were still so sensitive, you whined as he worked both of you through your highs.
“Oh, fuck,” you said, breath coming out in quick gasps. You lifted off of him, and he whined. You cooed at the sound, turning around and climbing back into his lap, now facing him.
“I mean it,” you said, giving him a kiss before you rested your head against his sweaty chest. “Your dick is magic.”
You felt the rumble of laughter against your ear as he wrapped his arms around you, sliding a palm under your top to feel your bare skin. “So, what do you say?” He asked, and you gave him a sleepy “hmm?” in response. “Do you want me to read you that book now?”
It was your turn to laugh, snuggling even closer against him. “Sure, baby. Lay it on me.”
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summary: ☄︎ intimate pillow talk between you and michael, talking about just how much you two really love each
contents: ☄︎ no warnings!, no smut (i knowwww), pure fluff, picture any era of michael
authors note: ☄︎ wrote this bc love means everything to me
your heart felt so heavy.
but not in a bad way.
but because you felt so in love it hurt.
you were currently in bed with michael, legs a tangled mess under the covers while you two were cuddled up so tight you swore you were so close becoming one. the only light in the room came from the moonlight spilling through the window and onto the bed like it was creating a spotlight for you and michael.
you could feel every exhale and inhale from his breathing and the thumping of michael’s heart from how close you were, and you were sure he could feel yours too. michael’s hand was rubbing up and down your side while yours created random shapes on his chest. the comfort of serenity wrapped you two in her arms, creating a bubble around you and michael that was pure intimacy.
you began to think about how loved michael made you feel from even before you two decided to be together. the love he gave you was the type of love you thought only existed in fairytales you would watch with wide eyes when you were a little girl. he made you feel so special, like you were the only one in the world and he never failed to make you remember your worth. he always reminded you to never settle for less just because it sounded easy because he saw that you were worth more than that even before you did. he loved you unconditionally and without complaint.
he was your constant.
the person you could run to, knowing he would be there with open arms.
your eyes teared up at the thoughts of michael’s love, and you didn’t even realize you were full on crying until michael pulled back, looking at your whole face with worried eyes.
“what’s wrong, baby?” he asked worriedly. his eyes darted around your face, trying to find what was making you sad all of a sudden.
the worry in his voice and eyes made your tears roll a little faster, your chest straining from trying to contain you from full on sobbing.
“michael, i love you so much,” you whispered. your words broken up from you trying to catch your breath between tears.
michael’s lip twitched into a soft smile at your words, “i love you more, my love,” he said while wiping your tears away.
“no, i don’t think you understand the weight of how you really make me feel,” you sniffled.
you needed to tell him just how much he has affected you, body and soul.
“you make me feel so understood. like i can talk to you about anything, no matter if it makes sense to you or not, and you’d still be there listening and validating my feelings.”
michael simply took your hand to his mouth to kiss it tenderly.
“you look at me like i hung the moon and stars. you make me feel so beautiful and happy, and i love you so much for that,” you continued, tears still falling rapidly even when michael is trying to wipe them away.
michael’s own eyes were beginning to tear up at your words.
“i felt so alone before i met you,” michael softly said. “it felt like i had a hole in my chest and nothing was filling it. that was until i met you,” he smiled softly.
“it feels like my heart grows too big for my chest whenever i’m with you. i don’t know if this makes sense, but my soul feels like it’s whole when you’re with me.” he continued.
the sincerity of his words knock the wind out of your chest.
you cuddle in closer to his chest, hiding your face as you start crying a little bit harder.
michael’s own tears start to roll down his cheeks as he wraps you tightly in his arms.
“baby, i love you so much it hurts.”
michael’s words almost got lost in the air because he said it so softly, but you heard it and you felt like your heart suddenly became too big for you to carry.
you lift your head up from his chest to look into his eyes. his eyes held so much emotion, the feelings he couldn’t put words to were all right there in the way he looked at you.
you reached out a hand to caress his cheek before you leaned in for a soft and tender kiss. the kiss tasted like saltwater from you two’s tears, but you guys didn’t care. the kiss felt like it had the power to unlock you guys’ souls from your body. you and michael's lips melded together like they were made for each other, and you were sure they were.
here in his arms is where you belong.
the world was cold and cruel, but right here felt so safe and warm.
“my everything,” michael whispered into the kiss before pulling away.
the word ‘love’ felt too small for a feeling that was too big, but since that’s the only word that comes close to describing how you two felt for each other, you and michael were gonna love each other now, tomorrow, to the day you two die, and long after that.
because wherever the love you two have for each other existed, that was home.
authors note: ☄︎ sorry is this is sappy, i just needed a break from writing smut and ik we allllll like a good smut fic so sorry again for that
summary : you and michael aren’t quite ready for your youngest first day of school
you and your husband sat in bed together, reading silently as a way to wind down before calling it a night and heading to sleep
“thoughts about tomorrow” you said, licking your thumb and turning the page of the book you were reading
you and michael had five, yes five, kids together, Prince, Paris, Blanket, Lyric and Quincy with that being said all of the other kids had started school and been in school for a while but tomorrow would be the first day of school for your youngest son …Quincy
Michael signed and put his book down “can i be honest” he said softly, you looked at him and nodded “i’m not ready for him to start school”
you couldn’t help but smile “mike…” “i’m serious,” he said, his voice softening as he leaned his head against your shoulder
“they’re all growing up too fast Prince is in school, Paris is in school, Blanket is in school, Lyric is in school… and now Quincy?”
“i know” you closed your own book and rested it in your lap “i’m not ready either…but think about it this way,” you continued, gently brushing a curl away from his forehead “once quincy starts school, we’ll have a little more time to ourselves”
he thought about it for a second
“just us?”
“just us”
a small smile appeared on his face “yeah… you’re right”
you leaned over and kissed his forehead
Michael was quiet for a few seconds before looking at you again
“can we make another?”
“boy bye”
the next day early that morning the family did the morning routine but this time Michael took the older kid to school while you took Quincy to his pre school since Michael claimed he couldn’t handle it
so, naturally, you ended up taking Quincy yourself thus it was just you and your baby
“how do feel about going to the big school quincy” you looked back at your son in the rearview mirror “i dunno” he said with a shrug
“are you excited? ..are you nervous? ..are you scared?” “hmm scared” “oh why are you scared”
“cause i’m gonna be by myself and you and daddy won’t be with me” the little boy said staring out the window
“aw Quincy, you know mommy and daddy are gonna take turns picking you up and dropping you off every day” “but i wanna be with you and daddy all the time”
you looked in the rearview mirror again and sighed “y’know i sometimes i don’t like leaving you and daddy either, because i know you two get lonely without me and i get lonely”
“so you’re gonna miss me?” “every single day.” “even when i’m at school?” “especially when you’re at school.”
Quincy smiled, finally looking a little less nervous
“okay”
you smiled to yourself as you drove “that’s my baby”
a few hours later, the school day was finally over
michael pulled up to the preschool a little earlier than necessary, mostly because he’d been watching the clock all afternoon. the second he spotted the little students coming out with their teachers, he sat up a little straighter
then he saw Quincy
his little backpack was hanging off one shoulder, and he looked around until his eyes landed on Michael
“daddy!”
Michael immediately smiled and opened his arms, Quincy ran straight toward him, dropping his backpack halfway there. michael caught him and lifted him into his arms, holding him close
he kissed the side of his head “how was your first day at school”
Quincy was quiet for a moment, then he wrapped his arms tighter around Michael’s neck
“i was lonely ” Michael’s smile softened “you were?”
Quincy nodded against his shoulder “i missed you”
Michael rubbed his back gently “i missed you too” “and i missed mommy” “i know, mommy missed you too.”
Quincy pulled back just enough to look at him “she did?” “of course she did” Michael smiled “she’s been waiting by the door all day wondering when her baby was coming home”
Quincy’s little frown disappeared “i wanted you and mommy to pick me up” “well, you’ve got daddy right now” Michael adjusted him comfortably against his hip “and we’re gonna go home and see mommy”
“okay” Michael picked up quincy’s backpack with his free hand “come on, let’s go home to mommy”
Quincy rested his head against his father’s shoulder “daddy?” “yeah?”
“i don’t wanna go tomorrow” Michael paused, trying not to laugh “well…”
he looked down at his son “we’ll talk about that when we get home”
Quincy sighed dramatically, and Michael couldn’t help but smile as they walked toward the car
(HEAVILY inspired by the song “come” by doja cat, i’m realllyyy a submissive girly so that’s lowk why the readers a soft dom HADNDJ.)
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the silence of your apartment was broken by the clinking of ice against glass as you poured your third glass of red liquid, the wíne running smoothly smooth down your throat as a quiet comfort for a night spent alone.
you leaned back against the kitchen counter, letting the pleasant haze wash over your mind as you stared at the wall, basically lost in your thoughts until the sudden ring of the telephone on the wall cut through.
blinking at the black receiver, your heart raced as you set your glass down and reached over to lift it to your ear. “hello?” you mumbled softly into the mouthpiece, bringing the plastic close as you leaned your hip against the counter.
michael’s voice came through the line raspy with exhaustion, the noise of the studio absent for once as he spoke right into the receiver. “ma... you're awake.” michael let out a sigh of relief, his breath fanning heavily into the phone. “just finished up at the studio... m' exhausted and.. i really wanted to see you tonight.”
heat spread across your cheeks at the sound of him, partly from the álcohol humming softly through your body, but mostly from the fact he wanted to see you after such a long day.
you looked down at your glass resting on the counter, a wave of hesitation washing over you because you had never been tipsy around him before and the thought of him catching you in such a state made your heart flutter nervously.
“mike, i...” you cut yourself off as you bit your lip, your fingers tangling into the cord of the phone. “it's so late, and i..”
“i already sent bill with the car, baby.” michael cut in gently, his deep voice dropping into a desperate whisper that made your knees feel weak. “he should be pulling up right now... please? just need you..”
knowing the ordered car was likely already idling at the curb downstairs, a playful smile tugged at the corners of your lips, the last of the hesitation in your body melting away to leave behind a sweet rush of confidence.
you set the receiver down on the counter for just a second to grab your long coat off the rack, wrapping it tightly over the soft silk of your nightgown without even bothering to change into proper clothes. picking the phone back up, you heard michael let out a relieved sigh over the line as the movement of your coat echoed through the speaker. “thank you, baby..”
“mmhmm...” you hummed back, the sound dazed and teasing against the mouthpiece as you unlocked the front door. “see you soon, mikey.”
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the front door swung open to his house as your feet stumbled over the polished floorboards, the lingering haze of the wíne catching up with your balance, making your knees dip slightly before you could even register the slip yourself.
michael's warm hands instantly shot out to catch you by your waist, a breathless chuckle escaping his lips as he pulled your unsteady body against him to keep you upright.
“woah...” he breathed out, his hands wrapping tightly around your coat as he held you close to his chest, his face naturally burying itself into the top of your hair while his fingers rubbed soothing circles against your back to steady your footing.
“you okay, ma?” he pulled back to check on you, his eyes wide and shining with tired concern beneath the messy curls hanging softly over his forehead.
instead of burying your face into his neck with your usual vulnerability, you slowly tilted your head up to meet his gaze, your eyes floating lazily over the soft, exhausted features of his face with confidence.
the alcohol running warm through your veins creating a world that felt slow and dreamy, bringing an irresistible smirk to the corners of your lips as your hands slid up his chest, your fingers tangling into the cotton of his shirt to pull him down just an inch lower.
“mhmmm...” you whispered, your voice dropping into a low slur that fanned warm air against his jaw and had his breath hitching in his throat. “my baby needed me?”
the flirty shift in your tone caught him off guard, a deep red creeping up his neck and painting across his high cheekbones at the casual nickname slipping off your lips. a flustered gasp parted his lips as he stared down at you, his eyes blinking rapidly as he tried to process the breathtaking sight of you looking up at him.
“y-yeah...” he rasped out, his jaw clenching tightly as his fingers dug a little deeper into your coat, his voice dropping into a heavy murmur, nodding his head. “just needed you tonight..”
you kept your fingers tangled lightly in his shirt as you took a slow step forward, forcing him to take a step backward deeper into the hallway, his eyes widening in mesmerized shock at the change of your usual attitude.
“needed me...” you repeated softly, your voice carrying a slow drag as you lifted your index finger, lightly pressing the tip of it right against the center of his chest. “…in what way, hm?”
the playful tap of your finger had his throat bobbing hard as he swallowed, his back lightly pressing against the hallway wall as he brought his hands up to rest loosely on your waist, lost in the intoxicating confidence radiating off you.
“in... in every way, baby.” michael rasped out, his breath coming in short hitches that parted his warm lips, his curls covering his flustered face as he looked down at you. “had such a stressful day, i.. just wanted you to hold me...”
“only hold you?” you tilted your head with a playful curve of your lips, your eyes never breaking contact with his as your hands slid up to the buttons of your coat, slowly pushing it off your shoulders until it fell at your feet, revealing the silk of your nightgown underneath.
michael's breath hitched audibly, his eyes trailing down the outline of your dress before snapping back up to your face. “mhm...” he mumbled, his hands returning to your waist, not daring to pull you too hard as you gently took him by the hand and guided him toward the living room, his fingers lacing tightly through yours as he followed your lead without a word of protest.
“oh, i'll hold you, baby. don't worry...” you said in a teasing whisper, stepping right up to his couch and lightly pressing against his chest until he sank down into the cushions, his eyes wide and full of vulnerable adoration as he looked up at you.
you slowly lifted your knee, straddling his lap to sit facing him with your silk gown lifted up slightly, your body settling comfortably against his legs as michael's large hands came up to rest on your hips, his thumbs tracing nervous little patterns against your nightgown.
“mama...” he breathed out, his head falling back against the top of the sofa as he looked up at you through his curls, his voice thick with breathy surrender. “you sure you’re okay?”
you let out a low hum of satisfaction at the feeling of his hands resting against your hips, your fingers moving slowly up from his chest to tangle into the curls at the back of his head as you bit your lip.
“m’ more than okay.” you whispered, your voice carrying that slow slur as you leaned down, your lips brushing right against the skin beneath his jaw, making a shaky sigh escape his throat.
your hips rolled once against his lap, the soft silk of your gown sliding over his slacks with a pace that blew whatever was left of his composure.
michael's fingers twitched against your hips, a flustered gasp leaving his lips as his body gave into the rhythm you were setting for the night. “y/n...” he rasped out, his voice needy in the room.
“m' just taking your stress away..” you whispered softly against his lips as you adjusted yourself properly on his lap, continuing to roll your hips forward in a way that pressed your panties right against his clothed length.
the contact making his shoulders tense, his large hands squeezing the curves of your waist so hard his knuckles strained, desperately trying to control himself against the overwhelming sensation.
"t-thank you, ma..." he whimpered out, his voice a ruined tone as his fingers dug deep into your nightgown. "...helping me so much..."
you tilted your head back just far enough to look down at him through your heavy eyes, your fingers slowly gripping deep into the thick curls at the crown of his head.
“yeah?” you purred, a slow curve of a smirk gracing your lips as you gave a harder roll of your hips over his lap, making his back arch off the sofa cushions with a helpless gasp. “beg.. beg for me to keep going.” you whispered, the soft command making him widen his eyes.
the word beg seemed to undo something in him as his breath hitched, his chest heaving in shallow hitches, a soft whine escaping out from the back of his throat as his lower lip trembled.
“please...” he rasped out, his voice ruined, dropping into a desperate register as he tilted his face up, surrendering every piece of his pride to you. “please, y/n... don’t stop, please don’t stop..”
a slow smirk curled the corners of your lips at his surrender, your hooded eyes devouring every detail of his undone expression as you leaned down and captured his parted lips in a possessive kiss.
you reached down to slide open the zipper of his slacks, his hands immediately going under your nightgown to rip your panties with all his strength. once you had his hot length in your hand, you grounded your hips down against him causing a muffled groan to leave him, the sound swallowed immediately by the heat of your mouth.
you could immediately feel how much he had been waiting for this, riding his throbbing member slowly, grinding down tight against him while your fingers tangled deeper into his damp curls, holding his head back to maintain dominance over the kiss.
michael kissed you back with breathless desperation, his tongue sliding against yours in a wild chase for your taste. a gasp hitched in his throat every time your bodies rolled together, his back arching off the sofa. his large hands squeezed into the skin of your hips, his long fingers bunching up the silk of your nightgown as he reflexively thrusted upward to meet your rhythm.
“uh-uh..” you purred softly as you stopped the rhythm of your hips, breaking the kiss and lifting your head just far enough to look down at him through your eyes.
michael's eyes fluttered open, glossy with shock as his hips gave a desperate twitch upward again, an instinctual reaction to chase the warmth you had just ripped away. you shook your head, pressing your hips down onto his thighs to pin him beneath you.
“m' in control..” you whispered, the low authority in your voice cutting right through his daze and making his body freeze. your fingers tightened their grip deep in his curls, forcing him to hold your gaze.
a slow nod was all he could manage, his chin dipping down against the pressure of your fingers in his curls. the quiet submission in the gesture was clear, his wide eyes never breaking contact with yours as another breathy exhale escaped his lips.
satisfied with his quiet nod, your head moved back down to capture his lips in another kiss that stole whatever breath he had left as you set your body back into motion, moving your body up and down on top of his lap.
you slowly parted your lips from his, tracing a line of soft kisses down his neck all while your lower body maintained a ruthless pace against him.
“f-fuck, ma...” he gasped out, his voice cracking as his hands twitched, his body melting beneath your control to let you dictate everything you wanted. “you're so good to me.” he whimpered softly as his eyes squeezed shut, a deep groan leaving his mouth at the sensation of you moving over him. “so.. so good.”
“i know, baby... just stay right there for me.” you hummed close to his ear, your voice carrying that slow drag as you breathed warm air against his skin. “i like you under me... wanna take my time with you...”
michael let out a helpless whimper, his large hands squeezing at the bunched nightgown around your waist. “y/n... please...” he exhaled, his eyes opening just enough to look up at you through his messy curls dangling over his forehead. “can't... can't take it anymore..”
“shh... you can take it.” you whispered against his mouth as your hips rolled again, earning another sharp inhale that hitched right in his throat. “look at you.. so sweet, letting your girl do whatever she wants to you.” you teased softly as you leaned back just enough to look down at him, your eyes devouring the sight of his state.
your fingers ran through his hair, smoothing back a curl, rewarding him with a soft stroke down the side of his face. you adored this, the control you held over him, the way he had surrendered himself just to please you, trembling beneath your hands like a good boy waiting for a reward.
“take me, michael...” you purred, the permission waving in the air for him, waiting for him to take action.
at first michael froze as if his brain couldn't quite process the sudden green light but then, the restraint that had been keeping him pinned left him immediately.
his fingers dug deeper into the bunched up silk, holding you so tightly that there wasn't a single space left between your bodies, his frame shuddering at the overwhelming relief that he could finally move. he groaned in relief once he began thrusting upwards into you, not holding back anymore, every desperate buck of his hips answering your command, his body unraveled by the sweet power you held over him tonight.
your arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders as you leaned your weight fully into him, your hips melting into every urgent movement he gave you. “mm.. that's it...” you whispered softly before throwing your head back, your eyes rolling at the power of his trusts. “j-just like that, baby...”
his hands abandoned your hips, sliding eagerly up to capture the warm weight of your breasts through the silk of your nightgown. his thumbs brushed over your sensitive nipples, plucking softly at the fabric before his palms pulled you back against his chest again.
his hips kept a fast pace from under you that had his breath coming in hot gasps right against the skin of your neck. “gonna.. gonna cum-“ he choked out, his voice cracking into a helpless whisper as his teeth lightly bit into his bottom lip, trying desperately to hold himself together.
you smiled lazily into his curls as you felt the strain in his muscles, but right as his hips bucked up with urgency, you smoothly lifted your hips, abruptly breaking the contact between your bodies and pulling back just out of his reach.
michael let out an immediate whine, his eyes snapping open in shock as his hands reached out blindly, his fingers clutching at the empty air before finding the fabric at your waist, trying to pull you back down. “y-y/n... wait, please...”
“shh...” you hummed softly as you caught his wrists, gently but strictly holding his hands down against his chest. you looked down into his unraveled face with a smirk. “say my name, hm?”
a deep red rushed across his face as he squirmed beneath your light hold, both dazed and tortured by the loss of your warmth. “y/n...” he exhaled, his head falling back hard against the sofa as his voice broke into a trembling register.
you sank your body back down over him, rolling your hips forward in one slow grind that dragged your core over his length before stopping.
a whimper tore from his mouth as his shoulders tensed, his fingers moving helplessly into the cushions beside his hips as he fought with every ounce of him not to buck up against you without your permission.
“y/n...” he choked out again, his jaw straining while his entire body trembled, you looked down at him with satisfaction, rewarding his sweet restraint with another roll of your hips.
“p-please.. mama...” he whimpered out, his voice cracking into a desperate plea as his eyes squeezed shut, surrendering every single nerve of control and composure he had left in his body.
you let out a satisfied moan right against his parted lips and threw yourself into a fast rhythm, driving the heavy friction between your bodies into that same pace that you had just abruptly cut off.
michael's eyes snapped wide open in breathless shock before his head thrashed back into the cushions, ruined moans spilt continuously from his lips as his hands moved to squeeze your ass, his hips thrusting up desperately to match every single push you gave him as he felt himself coming closer.
the overwhelming sensation of both of your orgasms crashed over the two of you at the exact same moment. michael's body froze beneath yours, a shaky exhale escaping his lips as his hands clamped onto your body, holding you against him as his climax pulled him under.
your walls throbbed around him in pleasure, a helpless sound leaving you as you leaned down slowly, letting your body rest comfortably over his chest while you buried your face in his neck.
“f-fuck...” michael finally breathed out as his heavy lidded eyes slowly blinked, focusing on your face in awe and disbelief. “ma..”
“you were so good, mikey.” you praised softly, tilting your head up just enough to press a sweet kiss to his cheek before resting your chin on his chest to meet his flustered gaze. “had to.. give you what you wanted.”
michael let out a breathy laugh, a disbelieving shake of his head sending more of his damp curls to dangle over his forehead as he tightened his arms around you. “think i need you to take control of me more often..”
you tilted your head back slightly, a slow smirk gracing your lips as you looked down at his face, your eyes glittering with desire.
“mm... really?” you asked as michael nodded, swallowing hard at the sight of you. “of course, baby...” he breathed out, his voice soft and breathless as he attempted to steady his breathing.
you slowly pushed yourself up off his lap, the soft silk of your nightgown whispering against his slacks as you slid away, leaving his lower half instantly cold from the loss of your warm core.
you casually shifted over to the far corner of the couch, sinking deep into the cushions, leaning your head back against the armrest. you fixed a hungry stare directly onto his face as you slowly parted your legs, the silk draping over your thighs as an explicit invitation that made his breath stutter and his jaw drop in dazed shock.
he cleared his throat anxiously before dragging his body towards yours on the sofa, his frame moving with a dazed hunger until he rested right between your bare thighs.
“that's it... c’mere michael.” you hummed softly as you reached forward, your fingers burying deep into his curls. with slow pressure, you began to tilt your wrist, guiding his head downward between your knees as michael didn’t resist, the muscles in his neck relaxing under the weight of your palm, letting you control him once again.
the warm air rushing from his parted lips fanned hot against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, making his throat bob hard right before his face finally settled submissively right where you wanted.
“make me feel good, mm?” you whispered softly as he gripped your thighs with his large hands, widening them before his tongue immediately lapped against your wetness, worshipping every sensitive fold with slow licks.
his lashes fluttered shut as a helpless whine escaped the back of his throat, resting the weight of his head against you while his tongue worked at your command. he looked undone below you, his body trembling with a desperate need to please you, needing to know he was giving you want you wanted.
his hands gripped your thighs harder, pulling you more against his face as he sucked lightly at your clit, letting out a muffled groan while he drank in the sweet juices covering his lips.
“just l-like that..” you whimpered out, your voice commanding but breathy in the room as your knuckles strained, gripping the sides of the couch to hold yourself.
his tongue stroked in long glides over your hypersensitive clit, catching every drop of your wetness as his chest heaved with quiet gasps. every time you rolled your hips against his face, a shudder ran through his body, his curls bouncing against your inner thighs as he overworked himself to please you.
your fingers dug deep into his curls, pulling his face even tighter against your core as the intense pace of his tongue made you thrash your head against the headrest.
he let out another muffled whimpering sound as he stroked your thighs with his hands, his tongue working in relentless strokes that targeted your wet center directly.
“mmph, mikey...” you moaned out, your back arching off the sofa as your hips began to roll helplessly against his mouth. “don't stop...”
his hands squeezed your thighs, holding you pinned in place as his face buried deeper into you. his nose unintentionally rubbing against your clit as his tongue picked up the pace, flicking faster at every sound and movement you made.
the overwhelming intensity began to build high in the pit of your stomach, your hips subtly tilting up higher to meet him as a sharp breath hitched right in your throat.
“fuck..” you whined as you clamped down hard against his mouth, a loud cry tearing from your lips while your walls squeezed tight against his tongue, cumming straight into him.
he kept his face buried there through every pulse, drinking you in silently while his chest heaved for air. slowly, his tongue changed to gentle licks as he held your thighs steady until the trembling in your legs settled back down on the couch.
michael slowly lifted his head, resting his chin flat against your stomach with wide eyes, glowing with an intoxicating mix of exhaustion and devotion.
you let out a soft chuckle as you fought to catch your breath through your lingering orgasm, your fingers trembling slightly to cup his cheeks and trace your thumbs over his forehead, wiping away a stray bead of sweat.
a wave of affection rushed through you, making your eyelids droop as you stared down into his submissive eyes with adoration. “you did good, baby..” you breathed out, your voice a thick whisper laced with drunken love. “so fucking good.”
a soft sigh escaped him as he melted upward, pulling his body closer until he was hovering over you. burying his face deep into the crook of your neck, his arms wrapped tight around your waist to hold you close, smiling to himself silently.
“god, i love you mama..” he mumbled softly into your skin, his warm breath tickling your neck as he closed his eyes, content to stay wrapped in your heat for the rest of the night.
summary: jermaine leaves you waiting so you decide to make the most of your day…with michael
contains: implied! cheating Jermaine, cheating reader! Michael is easy like a sunday morning, 18+, mdni!, p in v, revenge sex
notes: i wrote this…got uninterested in it and posted it so sorry if it’s shit
“where’s Jermaine?” you asked as you stood in the middle of the Hayvenhurst living room in a bikini on and sunglasses perched on top of your head
the Jackson siblings immediately exchanged looks and not one of them answered
Jackie suddenly became very interested in whatever was in the magazine he was reading, Marlon bit the inside of his cheek, clearly fighting a laugh, Randy looked away altogether
Tito, wisely, decided he wanted no part in whatever was about to happen andstood up, Rebbie immediately followed him
you planted your hands on your hips and began to pace around the living room “your brother told me last week to come over today and take a dip in the pool so i come all the way over here, dressed and ready, and suddenly nobody knows where he is?”
you narrowed your eyes and scanned each and every single one of their faces “fine”
you grabbed your sunscreen from the coffee table and started toward the backyard “since apparently nobody wants to help me…”
you paused at the doorway “Michael” his head snapped up “yeah?”
you smiled sweetly “why don’t you be a peach and help me put sunscreen on my back?”
Marlon’s eyes widened and he muttered “Mike, don’t let her make you fold”
Michael swatted his hand away and immediately followed behind you
you turned and headed outside, swaying your hips as you walked toward the pool, michael watched as you did so. you settled onto the pool lounge chair, stretching one leg out toward Michael as he crouched beside you with the sunscreen, hsqueezed some into his palm and began rubbing it over your leg
you watched him for a moment, a mischievous smile slowly forming “so michael…you seeing anybody” he asked, he snapped his head up “huh?” you giggled “mikey do you have a girlfriend”
Michael let out a small laugh, shaking his head as he continued rubbing the sunscreen into your leg “no, i don’t”
“no?” you repeated, pretending to be surprised “nope” “that’s a shame”
Michael looked up again and you smiled sweetly “because you’re very handsome and good with your hands”
he paused for half a second before looking away, clearly trying not to smile “thank you”
you slowly switched legs, extending the other one toward him, he shook his head with an amused chuckle
“when did Jermaine leave?” you asked “hour before you got here” he replied, you nodded and hummed
you turned onto your stomach, resting your chin on your folded arms “so, where is he” you asked as michael began to rub sunscreen on your back
“well…” he started making you raise an eyebrow “well what?” “he didn’t tell anybody where he was going” “Michael”
he laughed “I’m serious” you gave him a look at he sighed “i heard him talking on the phone earlier..i think he went over to some girl’s house”
“some girl?” “yeah” “what girl?” “Jaleesa, i think” “… Jaleesa? really?” Michael nodded “mhmm”
you stared toward the house for a long moment before slowly turning back around, you already suspected that Jermaine was out seeing another woman before..well he’s Jermaine and you were right so you had the perfect idea to get him back
“since he’s gone and probably won’t be coming back for a while, can i sleep in your room tonight” Michael smiled “sure i don’t mind” “perfect”
“oh my god y/n..”
michael moaned as he slowly pressed his dick deeply inside you, you looked down between you, breathless and stunned with shock at the fact it could even fit
you had one leg draped over his shoulder while michael held the other with one hand, his other hand tightly gripping your waist
Michael paused for just a second, letting you adjust to him, a little smirk tugged at his lips when he saw the breathless look in your eyes
“you're not thinking about Jermaine, are you?” he hummed softly with confidence
before you could even form a response, Michael pulled out just enough to roughly thrust back into you
“ah! Michael!”
“that's it” he whispered, leaning down so his lips brushed against your jawline while his hips never missed a beat “say my name again”
“make me” you gasped out
he nodded and began to thrust in and out of you faster, his grip tightening on your hip as the friction built between you two
he lifted your other leg higher, adjusting his angle and pounding into you with a sudden, force that instantly knocked the air right out of your chest
“Michael!” you loudly moan out as he set a punishing, deep rhythm, leaving no space between you
“there it is” he whispered as he went faster and deeper “that’s what i wanted to hear...”
Michael bit his bottom lip as his grip tightened around your waist, he thrusted into at a pace that caused the headboard to hit the wall and your boobs to bounce with every thrust
“mmm you fuck me so good mikey” you muttered throwing your head back against the pillows
knock! knock! knock!
Michael grabbed your thighs, hauling your legs up and pushing them all the way back until your knees were practically pinned against your ears and he he pushed his dick so deep inside you a sharp, breathless scream tore from your throat
Michael placed his hand over your mouth to muffle the sound
the doorknob jiggled, and the door swung open… Jermaine walked right in
“mike you busy?” he said with a cocky chuckle, michael looked back with hair stuck to his face, keeping your legs hooked tightly over his broad shoulders, completely obscuring your face from the doorway
Jermaine caught a glimpse of Michael’s bare back and a pair of legs wrapped around him, but completely failed to put two and two together
“oh…” Jermaine smirked, shaking his head with a light laugh as he backed out toward the hallway “my bad, didn't know you had company”
Jermaine pulled the door shut behind him, completely unaware that the girl under his brother…was his
hey babesss I love ur work and was wondering if u could make a story of otw michael and he goes downstairs in the morning with like hickeys on his neck from reader and everyone teases him about it and from that it goes into the past from last night and like it’s how he got them and such?? idk I think u got it good tho
— ᨳଓ . Marked up | Otw!Michael x reader
⋆.˚ Summary : What happened the night before that left your boyfriend so marked up !
⋆.˚ Warnings : hickeys, dry humping, mikey is lowkey subby, cumming in underwear or whateva
It felt almost too early to wake up, the golden amber rays of the sun beaming through his blinds, the curtains still open from last night as he stirred, blinking slowly, sleep attempting to coddle him back as he fought back a yawn that fell from his lips and his eyes adjusted to your sleeping figure beside him, chest moving up and down in slow rhythmic waves before you stirred, your arm instinctively slinging over his body as you mumbled something he couldn't quite catch, making him giggle quietly to himself.
“What's funny?” You whispered, voice hoarse, grogginess becoming more noticeable.
“You're mumblin in your sleep." He laughed again, eyes scanning over your half-asleep state as you finally blinked enough times to focus on the dark spots that littered your boyfriend's neck and collarbones.
“Oh my god, Michael, what did I do to you?" You sat up, your fingers brushing over the hickeys that decorated his neck like a necklace.
“What? What do you mean?" he popped up, pure fear written all over his face, as he touched his own neck.
“Wait, we can hide them; let's go to the bathroom and bring some of your foundation." You stood up, taking his hand, guiding him towards the bathroom.
Once the lights of the bathroom came on and he saw just how covered his neck was on the inside, he was absolutely freaking out. “Oh, my brothers are going to have a field day with this." He stared at his neck, watching as you brushed the foundation on top of the purplish dark spots that seemed to not do much of anything at all.
“Okay, I think the best move is wearing a sweater." You attempted to pat the foundation down like it was doing something to cover the damage that was already done.
That's how he ended up downstairs of Hayvenhurst; the collar under his sweater popped up in an attempt to cover what the foundation refused to fight the battle of explaining what the hell happened to his neck by himself because you refused to be there for the explanation.
First it was his brothers.
"Mike, what's goin on here?" Marlon spoke, drawing a circle in the air around his neck before leaning closer to take a better look.
“Man, stop, leave me alone." He shoved Marlon away, pulling his collar closer to his neck.
“She got you good, didn't she?” Tito spoke up, wiping some of the makeup off.
“You guys need to stop."
“Look at you finally putting on your big boy pants." Jackie patted him on the back, like he was proud of his brother for growing up.
Then it was Joseph.
“Michael, c'mere, boy." Joe squinted in attempts to get a better look at his neck.
“What happened to your neck?" He pointed a large finger at him.
“I "fell"—that was a stupid lie, but it was the first thing he could think of.
“Fell on your neck like that?” The suspicion quickly rose in his voice.
"Uh, yeah!”
The silence felt like it would never be filled as Joe stared, letting his eyes flicker between his neck and his face.
"Gone on, boy," he laughed to himself, shaking his head as he watched Michael walk off towards the bathroom.
Michael couldn't help but look at his neck, moving his collar to the side, makeup smudging slightly as he ran his fingers along the marks, his brain automatically landing on the night before where you two were sitting on his bed, his back pressed against the headboard while you sat on top of him. Your legs were on either side of him as you let your hips grind against him, while your lips were pressed to his neck, creating a suction, your tongue swirling around the tender spot.
"Mhm," he hummed, drunk off the feeling of your wet core against the fabric of his underwear.
“Is this good, Mikey?" you cooed, your lips ghosting against his neck as you let your hips grind against him, a small whimper falling from your own lips, the fabric of your panties completely soaked with your essence.
“Yeah, it's good... please don't stop." A groan ripped through his throat, his head falling back against the headboard, his hand flinging to cover his mouth while his other hand sat digging into the fat of your hips because he wasn't sure what else to do.
“I'm not gonna stop, not until you cum," you whispered, before pressing your lips to his collarbone once again, sucking at another spot you hadn't yet gotten to.
“So close, please," he begged, between the feeling of your tongue swirling around that sweet spot you'd been sucking at and the constant friction of you rubbing against the dick that constantly leaked for you.
“Go ahead, baby, I'll take care of you," you whined, your hips twitching, the wetness of your panties sticking to you, mixing with Michael's own pre-cum.
“Mhm… Oh, I-I think I'm gonna—” He thrust himself up against you, making you whine, his own moans getting caught in his throat, a strained whimper tumbling from his mouth continuously.
“You take such good care of me...thank you, baby," he babbled, high still washing over him as you continued to rub yourself against him, your own hitting you like a truck as you moaned out, maybe a little too loud, but you just hoped no one heard it.
Your brain was too hazy to even think about the dark-colored marks you were leaving all over his neck, and with only the dim moonlight veiling over the room, just barely giving enough light to see, it wasn't like you noticed that you'd marked him up all over.
“You okay?” You hummed, laughing, watching his fucked-out face, brows furrowed, head resting against the headboard as he let out a satisfied sigh.
"Mhm."
“Okay, well, let's clean up. " You attempted to stand up only to be stopped by Michael's hands on your hips pulling you back onto him.
Author's Note: My first time really writing subby mike, I hope y'all like it 😝 very lightly proof read sorry for any mistakes 🫣
Late night had settled over the Hayvenhurst estate and rain was pounding against its windows. Inside Michael's room, a candle crackled quietly and burned into a pool of oil while Luther Vandross played quietly from a stereo in the corner of room. Michael had goosebumps up his arms from the contrast of the warm air in the room and the cool breeze flowing through the curtains. He didn't notice though, his focus hadn't left you once.
Under him, you had your legs spread around his hips and the sheets were warm and slightly damp with the evidence of what you and Michael had been up to for the past hour. He rolled his hips slow and deep like he was savoring every little movement. Every time his curious hips prodded at that little spot deep inside you, your tummy jumped hard against his and your walls fluttered around him. When he felt it, a high shaky little sound left his throat.
Soft brown eyes stayed on yours as he bit down on his bottom lip to quiet himself. Michael brushed his lips against your ear and murmured,
“Can you do it for me, baby?” He used that real soft, sweet tone he always did when he really wanted something from you. “The thing where you...squirt." he dropped his voice to a softer octave at the last word as if it was forbidden. "Please. Wanna see it again.”
Instantly, you grew embarrassed and your face went warm.
“Mikey, don’t start.” You moaned against his cheek.
A soft little sound that sounded a lot like a bratty huff left his throat. He cupped your jaw so couldn't turn away. His doe eyes got even bigger, shiny and pleading as his bottom lip pushed out in a subtle pout.
“Please, baby. I’ll be so good for you. I won’t tell anybody. It’s just us.” He kissed your lips sloppily in between sentences while his hips kept moving. "You can trust me" Another whiny, shaky moan slipped out of him when your stomach jumped again, sweat slicking between you two from the heat of his body against yours. “You’re sooo pretty when you cum like that. I love you so much....Please lemme feel it again. I’ll do anything you want me to.”
You reached up and let your fingers trail slow down his abdomen, dragging your nails lightly and sending chills down his spine.
"Anything?"
His tummy clenched hard under your touch and a cracked moan left his lips. His hips stuttered like he’d lost his rhythm completely— which was nearly impossible for Michael Jackson, but that's how infatuated he was with you.
“Don’t— don’t do that,” he whimpered. “It’s too much. Baby, please—”
You already knew what touching him while talking dirty did to him. It always brought him right to the edge, he was such a desperate little lover boy.
“You get so needy when you want somethin' from me,” you murmured. “Look at you. Shakin' just from me touchin’ on you. Throbbin’ inside me like a good boy.”
Michael’s eyes fluttered and another needy whimper left him as his hips jerked without warning. You felt him throb hard inside you, pressure heavy in your belly. He looked almost frustrated about it, like his body was betraying him.
“Don’t say it like that,” he breathed, more pouty now. “You know what it does to me. M'gon cum if you keep talkin’ like that. I can’t hold it when you talk dirty to me. I never can. You’re bein’ mean, baby”
“Maybe I want you to cum for me...and in me”
Then, Michael made the mistake of looking down between your bodies. Your cream was painting the base of his dick like melted ice cream on warm brown skin. Michael fought to keep his eyes from rolling back and soft sounds slipped past his lips as he dropped his forehead against yours, hips still rolling against yours almost frantically. He was so cute when he got like this, flustered and needy.
One of his large hands slipped between your bodies and long fingers found your clit, rubbing slow circles while he prodded gently at your insides, trying to figure out what felt best for you. He held your eye contact consistently the whole time, even as his long lashes fluttered and his eyes threatened to shut from the way you were soaking him.
The next stroke hit that tender bundle of nerves deliberately, like muscle memory. Your tummy jumped hard again and your walls pulsed rhythmically around him. The wet sound of your pussy taking him deep filled the quiet room. Michael’s doe eyes never left yours, even as needy little whimpers left him and his thighs started trembling. His arms were on either side of your head, encasing you possessively as he kept pressing wet kisses to your swollen, pouty lips.
“I know you don’t wanna,” he whispered. He sounded desperate and was almost embarrassed at how needy he sounded, but there was still soft stubbornness under it. “But it feels sooo good when you cum on me like that. Please lemme feel it. I’ll be so good for you after. I-I promise." his hips stuttered and his voice cracked when you clenched around him like you were trying to take him deeper. "I’ll go real slow… I’ll hold you the whole time… you don’t even have t'look if you don’t wanna. Just this once mama.”
You cupped his face and squeezed gently, pushing his lips into a cute pout.
“You can’t help yourself, huh?” you asked softly, brushing your lips against his as you held his face and kept his fluttering eyes trained on you. “Just beggin' so good for me. Can't even help how needy you sound, can you? You get this look every time you want me to squirt for you. All needy and stubborn at the same time. Look how weak you get for it.”
His whole body shivered and a cracked, soft moan spilled out of him, hips still stuttering slightly and losing their rhythm. You felt another strong throb inside you and his arms were starting to shake where he held himself up. He went still for half a second like he’d heard you, then started the same precise angle again anyway.
“Stop,” he whined. “Please stop talkin’ to me like that. M'serious baby. I’m right there. I can’t— and you’re still not givin’ me what I asked for”
Like he was on a mission, he kept circling your clit gently with your slick and stroking deep against that spot, eyes locked on yours the whole time. Every time your tummy jumped against his he made another soft, desperate sound. When you pulsed around him he whimpered like it was almost too much. His rhythm started to falter and he tried to slow down, hips pulling back just a little like he needed a second. But you locked your legs around his hips and pulled him back in deep.
"Uh-uh. Don't run from me Mikey" you whispered against his lips.
Michael made a high almost scared sound involuntarily, like the pleasure was overstimulating. His forehead dropped against your collar bone before raising again. His big eyes stayed on yours, slightly teary-eyed from the intense pleasure and bottom lip still pushed out just a little.
“You’re’ close, I can feel it mama. Creamin' all over me, and it's gettin' louder. Do it for me. Please baby. I need it. It'll feel so good...I’ll be so good." His hips jerked without permission when you pressed your lips to his throat, tongue flicking against his pulse point. "I-I’ll stay real gentle, I promise. I’ll hold you the whole time. Please. I only get like this for you— and I asked so nice…”
He gently flicked his fingertips across your clit, changing the pace and forcing your legs to close tighter around his waist. He kept the same angle, continuously prodding that sensitive little spot inside you even though his arms were shaking from how overstimulated he felt. He knew exactly what he was doing.
The sensation tipped over and your back arched. A broken cry left your throat as the orgasm hit hard. Your stomach convulsed against his as a strong stream of wetness pulsed out of you around his dick, soaking both of you and the sheets. Your walls fluttered around him hard in heavy waves while you shook in his arms.
Michael’s eyes went wide when he looked down between your bodies the second he felt it start, watching the mess flood out around him. A soft shaky moan tore out of his chest and his hips stuttered hard.
“Oh my God—baby, look at you...it’s so much— I can feel it all over me—”
The feeling of you squirting around him pulled him right over the edge. His whole body tensed and his eyes rolled back hard as another higher pitched cracked moan left his throat as he started to cum inside you. It was loud enough that your hand flew up and covered his mouth so no one down the hall would hear. You did not need his brothers teasing y'all tomorrow.
He came hard, grunting and whining shakily against your palm, forehead pressed to yours. His body trembled while he spilled inside you in long pulses, throbbing continuously. The sheets were soaked. He stayed buried deep, dick still pulsing inside you through the last of it as weak spurts left him.
Even after the strongest waves faded he kept making small needy sounds against your hand, oversensitive and shaking, so soft and fucked out that every tiny flutter of your walls made him whimper again as his tummy convulsed.
"I love you so much" he mumbled against your hand, long lashes blinking away tears.
He only got like this for you, and it showed.
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“Oh, pleaseeee, can you get me one? Pleaseeee,” you pleaded with your best friend as you both sat near the beach, licking your ice creams.
“Baby, you want my mother to disown me?” she muttered, taking another bite of her ice cream.
“You got one for yourself, so why can’t you just get one for me?”
You rolled your eyes at her. The thing you were begging for was a VCR porn tape. You were eager to watch it just once.
“Ask your boyfriend or something. I mean, he can get one easily, can’t he?”
“You’re absolutely wrong if you think I’m actually going to ask Michael Jackson to buy me porn.”
“Please, just this once! I’ll do anything!” You stood up, almost about to sink to your knees. (for porn, yes).
She immediately grabbed your shoulder, stopping you. “Babygirl, behave.”
“I’ll get you one, just stop acting like this.” She laughed loudly. “You look so desperate. I can’t.”
She held her stomach as she fell back, laughing even harder.
“Love you.” You smirked before placing a kiss on her cheek.
જ⁀➴ ♡
And you finally had gotten your hands on it.
“I just picked something out, don’t go crazy,” your best friend had told you before leaving.
So, as soon as the house got quiet after your family left and there was no one to expect you, you closed the door and ran to the TV in your room.
You quickly got undressed and, with your delicate fingers, placed the VHS tape inside the VCR.
You leaned back on your bed. Your excitement was already leaking from your cunt. You were eager to touch yourself, but you held yourself back, wanting the so called full experience.
You hurriedly switched the channel and then finally, a man and a woman appeared on your screen.
“Oh, he’s pounding her shit,” you thought to yourself.
You leaned back, pushing the controller away, licking your fingers while still keeping your gaze on the screen.
Your mouth flew open slightly, as drool dripped, you brought your fingers to your mouth to wet them before circling your nipple. Your fingers were slowly now making their way to the sweet spot you were eager to touch.
The man on the screen had now moved to the woman’s cunt. He started off by pumping two of his digits inside her.
That sight alone was lewd enough to make you cum. Your fingers found your clit and you circled it softly, holding in your whimpers.
The man was slowly entering a third. Your eyes rolled back until you forced them open again to watch the whole scene.
As the man slid In a fourth finger, your eyes widened at the sight as your own fingers moved faster on your clit.
The woman on the screen seemed as if she had just seen heaven; her back was arching off the mattress, her head thrown back.
You got closer to your release, but you slowed down at the sight of the man now entering his whole hand inside her opening, pumping her back and forth.
You were in awe, your own saliva now drooling off your chin. Your mind drifted to Michael’s big hands. You closed your eyes, thinking of how big his hands were how they'd make your hands seem so small.
You closed your eyes, imagining your boyfriend pumping his hand inside your needy cunt until you would squirt on him.
And just as soon as you imagined Michael, your climax crashed over you.
Your whole body convulsed and you fell back onto the mattress. Your breathing calmed down as the loud moans of the sex on your screen kept playing.
You need Michael. Now.
જ⁀➴ ♡
You were wrapped in nothing but your robe. You had called him earlier in a breathless voice, practically begging him to come over.
And so, he was on his way.
You waited impatiently in the living room until you finally heard the door. You rushed over and opened it to find Michael standing there, wearing a cap and smiling.
Before he could even greet you properly, you pulled him inside, immediately kissing him with such hunger that it caught him completely off guard.
That quickly led to the both of you stumbling toward the stairs, exchanging messy breaths as you hurried toward your room, both of you eager for each other.
Michael didn’t question anything at first. Not until you reached your room and the two of you collapsed onto the bed. He held your clothed body close, his arms wrapped securely around you, before eventually pulling back to catch his breath.
“O-okay,” he giggled, slightly breathless. “Why are you so needy mama?”
You pulled back as well, sitting on your knees on the mattress while struggling to steady your breathing.
“I wanna try something new…” you shyly admitted.
“Like what?” He tilted his head, curiosity immediately taking over.
Instead of answering, you reached for the remote and turned on the television.
Michael’s eyes widened when the pornographic image appeared on the screen. He slowly turned toward you, his expression a mixture of surprise and confusion.
“So… what part?”
“I want you to fist me.”
“The hell’s fisting?” His eyebrows knitted together.
“The part where you put your whole…” You hesitated, suddenly embarrassed by your own words. “Your hand inside me.”
He parted his lips slightly, taken aback by the request. Still, he’d be lying if he said that his dick wasn’t getting harder by the second.
“I mean… I’m your boyfriend, after all, I guess?” he murmured, biting his lower lip as a shy smile spread across his face.
જ⁀➴ ♡
“L-like this?” he whispered, sliding a third finger now inside your needy cunt.
You lay back on the bed with your robe now undone, draping over you like a beautiful silhouette.
He was propped up in front of you, carefully examining every reaction you gave him as he moved inside you. Occasionally, he looked back at the TV to make sure he was doing it right.
“Y-yeah-Ngh!-Michael, just like thaat,” you encouraged him, whining and arching your back.
Your eyes rolled back as he pumped three of his fingers inside until you felt you could take another.
“Put another in me, Mike,” you moaned out loud, drooling.
He didn't hesitate to carefully slide another into your sloppy cunt. he was in awe at the sight of his love being able to take so much of him.
“Ma, are you sure this is right?” he questioned, his pupils dilated.
“Uh huh,” you whined needily, grinding your hips downward to make his hand go deeper than it already was.
After a few moments, your pussy got loose enough that he slid his thumb inside, and you could've sworn you were seeing stars.
The feeling became so intense that you felt a tight knot forming in your abdomen. “Ohh yeah, Mike,” you groaned. “K-keep going.”
And who was he to stop?
He kept a steady, careful rhythm while caressing the inside of your leg with his other hand, until the knot finally broke and your hot, wet spurts came gushing out all over.
You climax crashed hard like a storm, your whole body froze. The sheets forming wrinkles by the pressure your fists applied.
“Oh baby,” he said, amazed.
He pulled his hand out slowly, watching as the evidence of your climax glistened on his fingers. His chest was heaving, his gaze fixed on where your body still trembled from the aftershocks.
The TV continued to play in the background, the sounds of the actors' moans filling the space between you, but Michael wasn't looking at the screen anymore. His attention was entirely on you.
"You're incredible baby " he breathed, his voice thick with wonder. He reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair away from your sweat damp forehead. "I never knew... I never knew it could feel like that."
Desperate to come down from the high you had just experienced, you reached up and cupped Michael’s face in your hands.
“Thank you, baby.” You gently pulled him down toward your lips, pressing a soft kiss against them. He lingered for a moment, reluctant to pull away, before finally doing so to speak his mind.
“Can we do this again?”
ame’s notes : I had a spiritual awakening while writing this. Not even joking bro
Also, what the HELL?? 500+ followers is INSANE Tysm for liking my work 🥹 I really gotta lock in when I get back home and finally make a masterlist, taglist, etc. 😭
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ you and Michael met in 1992 at a award ceremony, you were new to the “video vixen” industry but you were quite popular for your uniqueness
that night you presented three awards and Michael watched front row every time you did, that whole night he’d hoped that you’d present a award to him or at least say his name in nominations just so he could hear you say his name and acknowledge him
but you didn’t
after the ceremony Michael tried his absolute best to find you backstage, but he got word that you left as soon as you walked off stage, but he did get your number
the next morning, your house phone rang while you were in the middle of your morning yoga routine
you glanced over at the clock and back at the phone “who in the hell is calling me this early?”
you picked up the receiver “hello?” “hello… is this y/n?” “yes, this is she can i ask who i’m talking to?”
a soft chuckle came through the receiver “it’s mike” you placed a hand on your hip “i’m sorry, but i don’t know a mike”
“michael,” he corrected gently “michael jackson” you scrunched your eyebrows together “prove it.”
there was a brief silence
“and how exactly would i prove that?” “i don’t know” he laughed quietly “you want me to sing to you this early in the morning?”
“i just wanna make sure you’re not some man playing on my phone”
he laughed again and then hummed a few notes making your eyebrows immediately lift
it really was him
you slowly sat onto the couch, absentmindedly nibbling at the edge of your acrylic nail “oh… you didn’t have to do all that” “you told me to prove it” “well, i wasn’t expecting you to call me”
“i wanted to— no i had to call you”
“why?”
his voice softened
“because you had me absolutely infatuated last night, i was in a trance because of you”
your eyes widened “infatuated?”
“sorry,” he said with a quiet laugh. “is that too much?” you laughed softly “well…” he hesitated “i think your really beautiful”
“thank you michael”
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ you and Michael went on casual friendly outings, nothing serious? coffee here, dinner there, long phone calls that stretched into the early hours of the morning, quick visits that turned into entire afternoons together but that only lasted a month, he asked you to be his girlfriend on the first “date”
the two of you were sitting together after quite candle lit dinner when he suddenly became unusually quiet
he cleared his throat and placed his hands on top of yours, he smiled nervously
“can i ask you something?” “sure”
“y/n… will you be my girlfriend?”
“your girlfriend?” you repeated, he nodded “i don’t know Michael, i heard you got multiple girlfriends” you replied tilting your head
his expression immediately changed “no, i don’t..don’t believe everything the press says,” he said, shaking his head “i’m completely single”
he paused and his voice became softer “but… i’d like you to change that”
you smiled at him “okay” his eyes widened slightly “okay?”
“yes, Michael i’ll love to be your girlfriend”
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ you and Michael never really confirmed nor denied the dating rumors but it was very obvious, whenever cameras were around you wouldn’t be too far behind him and the two of you were seen in public together hand and hand
and whenever someone asked either of you about the relationship? you’d simply smile
“so y/n.. what’s the situation between you and mr Michael jackson” wendy asked “that’s my man” you said with a shrug and a cheeky smile
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ Michael’s favorite thing to do was gift you things because he’d knew you’d wear it and put it to good use
he’d give you a necklace and see you wearing it the very next day, a pair of shoes would mysteriously become your favorite pair and a bracelet he’d bought you would practically never leave your wrist
you scrambled through your jewelry drawer with tears swelling in your eyes
“y/n baby what’s wrong, what are you looking for” michael said standing behind you, wrapping a arm around you waist
you bursted into tears and started to cry “the bvlgari bracelet you gave me! i have the matching ring but i can’t find the bracelet and i wanna wear it today!” you said threw your tears
“i gave that to you a long time ago” “i don’t care! i wanna wear it now!” you continued to cry
he started to rub your back in small slow circles “it’s fine i’ll just buy you another one” “but that one had memories!”
˚˖𓍢ִ໋❀ Michael really liked that you took your maintenance very seriously, yes it was a important part of your job but he really liked how you would put two days aside every month just to tend to your appearance, he also liked whenever you brought him along
“okay Michael…hear me out” he looked up from his newspaper and at you “i bring you to my wax appointment and we get our eyebrows waxed together”
he put a hand over his eyebrow “what’s wrong with my eyebrows” “there’s nothing wrong with your eyebrows baby” you slid onto his lap and took a close look “but you are getting a unibrow”
“Y/N!” “IM PLAYING!”
he shook his head “nobody is touching my eyebrows”
“baby come on” “no” “Michael” “no” “baby” “absolutely not”
“you’re scared” he looked at you “i am not scared” “then come with me”
he narrowed his eyes “…i don’t like where this conversation is going”
you laughed, resting your head against his shoulder “just come with me…i’ll give you some sugar after”
synopsis: michael was overly loud on the creek after you told him to be quiet constantly he still won’t listen
warnings: riding, michael with glasses, takes place in the 70s, established relationship, whiny!michael, freaky reader.
If you knew anything in this world it was that your boyfriend was the most vocalist person you’ve ever met in your life even after you told him to shut his mouth multiple times or you’d both be caught after sneaking away from the rest of his brothers and Joseph. Right now michael was currently looking up at you with those wide expressive eyes that you could even see behind his glasses that he was wearing, his back pressed against the tree as his hands were holding your hips as his mouth were babbling pleas and whimpers.
“oh f-fuck don’t stop mama,” he whimpered softly his hands squeezing your hips, his glasses on the bridge of his nose. You loved whenever he wore his glasses, made him look so handsome. You bounced slower just a bit to tease him. “mikey we gotta be quiet.” You huffed out sinking down on his dick with a slow, deliberate roll of your hips, your dress hiked up to your waist, your eyes looking directly into his making eye contact. You bit down on your bottom lip trying to muffle a moan to be quiet.
“hngh– you’re so tight, feels s’good,” he whines, voice cracking as you bounce up and down on his dick. His hips jerk upward instinctively, trying to meet your rhythm but it’s sloppy like too fast, too desperate. His dick slipping half out before slamming back in at an awkward angle. “uh-uh,” you said sharply, planting your hands on his chest giving him an obvious signal to stop moving like that. “don’t fuck me like that, fuck me like this.” You demonstrate by rolling your hips slow grinding down so every inch of him stays buried inside you.
he whimpers, his glasses sliding down his nose as he tries to watch you bounce on his dick. He reaches up to his glasses trying to take them off, fingers fumbling at the frames then suddenly slight slap that didn’t even hurt went across his face. His eyes blown wide…did you just slap him? He thought. His face turned to the side glasses still on, he turns his head back to you his eyes filled with love and lust. “wha…did you just-“
“Keep them on,” you order, voice low and firm. “I want you to watch me ride you, got it?” You asked, you didn’t know what crossed your mind to smack your loving boyfriend but it seemed as if he actually wanted more of it or sorta enjoyed it actually. His eyes were teary eyed behind the glasses, a small pout on his lips as he pressed his lips together muffling a moan as you started picking up the pace and slamming down on his dick harder.
“Hmnh-“ he whimpers, brows furrowed and biting down on his bottom lip as his hands slide down to your ass spreading them a bit. “i-i love you…..oh wow,” he shutters beneath you a bit. “so much baby,” his big for eyes looking at you. You tilt your head pulling down your dress straps as your boobs were now in his face.
You grip his jaw, tilting his head up as you lean forward, pressing your tits against his mouth. “Suck,” you order your voice low and soft. He whimpers, lips parting obediently as he latches onto your nipple, sucking hard his tongue flicking over the sensitive peak. “mmngh” his moan vibrates against your skin, loud unrestrained echoing throughout the area.
“shh,” you said softly still bouncing on his dick. Your pussy making squelching noises whenever he thrusted his hips upward meeting you. This time his thrust were more controlled, short deliberate snaps of his hips that match the grind of your pussy around his thick length. You whimpered letting out moans, the sound was needy and soft. “f-feel that baby?” You ask tilting your head as you wrapped your arms around his neck bouncing up and down faster chasing yours and his release.
He lets your nipple go with a wet pop, his eyes looking at yours as if he craved your soul. “yes God yes!” He moaned out loudly not even caring anymore that he was supposed ti be quiet on the creek. “be quiet baby, you’re so l-loud.” You said throwing your head back as you felt a tight knot in your stomach. His eyes flutter behind those fogged lenses, but he doesn’t stop whimpering and babbling things like.
“so pretty baby.”
“you’re doing so good mama, just like that keep bouncing on your dick.”
“you fucking me s-so good, please don’t stop.”
“I know i know, but you gotta be quiet m-michael.” You pressed your lips together hearing branches being stepped on. The thrill of being caught really seemed to excite you. You started bouncing harder and faster as you started moaning loud just like michael. “mmngh– fuck fuckkk yes mikey! dick fucking me so good!” You moaned out loudly.
“m’gonna cum mommy, don’t stop baby,” his thrust grow erratic beneath you, his dick swelling thick inside your pussy as his whimpers grow frantic. You can definitely feel him trembling every muscle straining as he fights to hold back releasing his thick load of cum inside you. “please– fuck I’m gonna–“ his voice cracks, high and desperate. You cover his mouth with your palm but his words were now muffled against your palm as you press harder over his mouth.
“shh, baby” you murmur, leaning down as your tits brush his face again. “Be quiet f’me, come on honey cum inside your pussy, come on.” You murmur, your thighs beginning to tremble as you felt your release about to snap. His glasses are completely fogged now, lenses streaked and useless but he keeps them on as his hips stutter then slam up one final time. “wait– baby!” Hot cum pulses deep inside you in thick, heavy spurts his whole body jerking with each wave.
The feeling of him cumming, dick throbbing his cum flooding your pussy. It pushes you over the edge, your walls clamp down around him as your orgasm crashes through you, your thighs shaking as you grind down hard taking every drop while your pussy milks him through it. His moans are loud even through your hand, broken and overwhelmed but you don’t let up. You ride him through both of you guys orgasms, slow and deliberate until his dick stop twitching and your own pleasure finally ebbs.
After you both calmed down, you pressed your forehead to his you and him trying to catch your breaths. You gave him a quick peck to his lips. “Good boy,” you breathe finally lifting your head up from his forehead. “so good for me….you did good baby.” You kiss all over his cheeks trying to soothe him.
summary: continuation of the icing pre-otw headcannon!
pairings: pre-otw!michael x black fem!reader
cw: 18+ (mdni), sub!michael, dom!reader, both reader & michael are inexperiened/first sexual encounter, themes of religious guilt, body worshipping (woohoo!), male masturbation, praise kink, facial/cum eating (act surprised!), prolly more shit idk
wc: 1,233k
a/n: wrote this from a coffee shop (bold af). feeling professional af with my matcha while writing the horniest things known to mankind. also gonna change my theme soon woo! ^-^
(not proofread. act surprised.)
“i need to go to the restroom.” michael spoke under ragged breaths.
you didn’t think anything of it, your attention focused on perfecting the icing for the cupcakes. “m’kay… y’know where it is, right?”
“yeah.. i’ll just… i’ll be back.” he turned on his heel, walking towards the direction of the bathroom as casual as he could despite the massive boner that tightened his trousers.
you hummed, the icing forming thick peaks each time you lifted the spatula. this was your first time baking for michael’s family and you felt immense pressure. michael would constantly hype up the cookies you made him one night, insisting he found himself his own personal baker. his family wanted to put your abilities to the test, insisting they needed to taste your skills themselves. so here you were, trying to create the world’s best cupcakes.
in contrast to the innocence of baking sweet treats in the kitchen, michael shut and locked the door quickly, pulling his length from his fly and stroking eagerly. once his hand made contact with his warmth, his head fell back, leaning against the wall. his breath hitched, eyes tightly shut.
his mind replayed the scenario over and over: your warm tongue circling around his digits, your soft tongue brushing across his knuckles, the white icing lingering on your soft lips. the sight of you like that could make the most righteous man fall short of god’s glory.
he could feel his body heat up as if his bones were on fire, sweat glistening on his temple. he caught his bottom lip between his teeth to muffle the soft moans that left him. he started to pump faster, focusing his attention towards his tip.
“oh gosh…” he whispered to himself, back leaned against the door, the cold wood shocking him.
you started to put the icing in the piping bag before you heard heavy breathing and groaning coming from the bathroom. you paused in your actions, turning your head towards the door. you put the bowl and piping bag down, traveling towards the bathroom.
you peeked around the corner and stared at the door in front of you: moans becoming louder, a steady, rhythmic thumping sound beating against your eardrums. you look down between the threshold and see michael’s feet standing in the middle, forming a gap between the yellow bathroom light.
you swallowed your worries and got closer to the door, lifting your knuckle to knock. three raps thumped on the door, causing michael to jolt out of his skin.
“michael?” your tone was sweet and soft. michael shuddered hearing your voice, the innocence of your naiveness turning him on even more. “is everything okay?”
“i– um…” his brain was going at the speed of light trying to come up with an excuse. “i– i just…”
“michael?” you questioned him again, curiosity painting your expression. he paused for a minute, silence lurking between the two of you.
he inhaled sharply, closing his eyes, saying a quick prayer in his mind to repent for his sins.
“i’m coming in.” you spoke, hand laying atop the doorknob.
“no, don’t–” before he could even stop you, the door flung open, causing michael to almost leap from the door. you stood in the doorframe, mouth opened in complete surprise as you took in what stood in front of you.
his face glistened from the sweat, his hand lingering on the base of his cock, his tip shiny with precum. his chest rose and fell quickly from the thrill of getting caught doing such a perverted thing at his girlfriend’s house. immediately, the guilt warped his mind, his body physically balling up from embarrassment.
“oh god, i-i’m so sorry.” he spoke, apologizing to you and god at the same time.
“mikey…” you trailed off, heat rushing throughout your body.
“i am so sorry. if you want to break up with me after this, i get it. this is wrong. oh, god– ‘s so wrong.” he rambled on, the adrenaline causing his vision to get blurry.
“michael.” you spoke sternly, his eyes ultimately falling on yours.
“i’m not gonna break up with you, baby. it’s normal.” your voice brought immediate comfort and validation to him, his body relaxing. “why didn’t you tell me you felt this way?”
“i just… we’ve never done anything like this… let alone talk about it.” his tone was soft, the vulnerability causing him to completely be submissive.
you paused, getting a better look at him. you never took your adorable boyfriend for someone who was sexually knowledgeable. the thought of him sitting up in his room, palming himself to something you might have said sent butterflies straight to your core.
“was it the icing?” you smirk at him, slowly stepping in front of him, shutting the door lightly behind you.
“uh– yeah.” he swallowed. “it was sexy.”
you bite your lip at his confession. “oh yeah? you like how my tongue moved around your fingers?”
his hand immediately started to move on his length, causing a grunt to slip from his mouth. “yes, baby…”
you stood in front of him, faces mere inches apart, his dick blocking you from getting any closer. you bent your knees, falling onto them. his eyes followed yours as you knelt down in front of him.
“y’look so perfect like this.” your hands travel the back of his legs, holding onto them for some soft of balance.
he started to thrust into his hand at a faster pace, his eyes closing to block his vision from the lewd acts happening below him.
“look at me, baby.” he opened his eyes, catching yours, your lashes perfectly framing the shape of them.
his guilt lingered in him. you shouldn’t have been on your knees for anything like this except to pray. but something in his core tightened thinking about the way you did it for him, praising his body as if it were a work of art.
he whimpered, feeling his balls getting heavier. “oh– baby, i’m close.”
“keep fucking into your hand. just like that, honey. you’re doing so good f’me.”
he shivered at your vulgar words, his dick twitching in his hand. his breathing progressively got heavier and louder, the smell of his natural scent and sweat filling the air of the bathroom. you moaned at the sight of him, sticking your tongue out.
he let out a loud kitten-like moan, cum pumping from his tip, painting white all around your tongue and mouth. he sighed, steadying his breath.
you closed your mouth, swallowing every drop. your tongue grazed across your lips to taste the remnants, leaving a faint salty taste in your mouth.
“oh god.” he brought the back of his hand to his temple, wiping the sweat from his brow. you stood to your feet and rested an arm around his torso. you leaned in to his cheek and kissed it tenderly.
you smiled up at him. ”clean up. we’ve got some cupcakes to finish.”
you opened the bathroom door, walked out, and shut it behind you.
michael exhaled loudly, finally being able to breathe. he tucked his semi-hard on back into his trousers, zipping up his fly. he ran the faucet water and washed his hands. turning off the sink, he caught himself in the mirror, the events that unfolded replaying in his head.
he smirked at his reflection, feeling like a whole new man.
hi! I need some fluff because I’m sad all over again about Michael’s death 😭😭😭😭 it can be any era you want it to be Ty 🫶🏾
⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆ Feel the Night Beat ⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆
🌃𓍙.ೃ࿔*:･imagine michael and you on an evening walk after a dinner date ⋆˙⟡
Soft giggles, bright eyes, hushed whispers, sweet kisses and slow walks. You and Michael walked with intertwined fingers and matching footsteps, along the streets lit up with twinkling stars, street lamps, lights from homes and establishments, and by the occasional passing car in the gated community of Encino. Michael finally had enough time to wine and dine his beloved. The night was young, and so were the two of you.
Michael watched you, all the love in the world held in his beautiful mocha eyes as you spoke animatedly, giggled at what he said and how you wore a sweet smile like it was your favourite accessory as it never left your lovely, painted lips. He loved how you got dolled up just for him because it made him feel giddy and special- his heart felt like the sweetest cotton candy with barely contained affection. He admired how your long earrings graced the column of your neck, your hair bounced with the warm breeze as you walked, how the bracelet on your wrist and rings on your fingers adorned your hand holding his large one.
At that moment he wanted to see what a ring- his ring, would look like on your currently bare ring finger. Simply the thought of it made him a little breathless and squeezed your fingers a little tighter. What would a glittering gem signifying your futures together look like on your pretty finger? No doubt, it would be nothing short of perfection.
You watched him too. The dark suit he chose to wear tonight, accentuated his slender form to make him look sharper and somehow, even more dashing.The lights highlighted your favourite features on him, especially his jawline and neck where you longed to press a kiss underneath his collar just to feel his pulse jump under your lips. His perfect curls were dark and luscious- just waiting for you to sink your manicured fingers in.
It got silent as you two stopped talking since you've run out of topics, a comfortable silence ensued as your footsteps slowed, Michael naturally followed your pace. You looked up at the twinkling stars dotting the inky, black sky- confident that Michael would guide you even though you weren't watching where you were going. Michael raised the hand he held and softly kissed right on the bare ring finger where his ring would be, at least he hoped it would. You felt a teasing pressure on your finger and you shifted your gaze to see Michael's eyes already staring intently at you, like he had the prettiest view already in front of him. He then placed another lazy and wet kiss on your palm to which your breath hitched and your cheeks warmed as you couldn’t help the bashful smile forming on your lips.
You let go of his hand and ran up to the streetlamp, the delicate clack of your heels trailed behind you while Michael looked confused as he laughed incredulously, “Where you goin’, baby?” You simply laughed as you grabbed the pole with both hands and twirled around the pole, your dress billowing around you like waves. He watched you, entirely enamoured with an extremely fond smile from a few feet away. You ran back to him with arms stretched out towards him and jumped. He quickly grabbed hold of your waist, like his warm hands were meant to be there, and lifted you in the air, using the momentum of your leap to spin you in a circle as you held onto his shoulders and looked down at him, your hair forming a cascade around your smiling faces.
Michael placed you down gently on your feet but he didn’t let go, only pulled you closer by your hips. You couldn’t resist the temptation as your hands reached up to run your fingers through his pretty curls. You watched his eyes flutter shut as he let out a sigh of contentment that brushed your lips. He always went soft, almost pliable under your finger tips like clay. You softly pressed your lips to his forehead, his eyelids that crinkled from smiling so hard, his nose which scrunched from feeling ticklish, the apples of his warm cheeks and finally, a lingering kiss to his pouty lips. Michael basked under your affection, not caring if his face sported marks of your rouge. His lips tasted exactly like the chocolate from the sundae you both shared after dinner- giving you a rush unlike any candy.
"I love you." you sighed like a breathless prayer against his lips as your fingers continued their path through his coils. You looked at him like he hung up the moon for you, he swore he could do it if you asked him to. “Time to go ring shopping.” he thought as he kissed you slowly under the streetlamps and starlight, holding onto you ever so tightly. His love for you knew no bounds.
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a/n: tysm for requesting @michaelssugarbby highkey I'm super tired, sleep deprived, and drained from my last fic and i didn't wanna think of a plot. i'm really sorry this isn't upto par, ml 🧡
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⋆˙⟡ SYNOPSIS ⋆˙⟡ — your bestfriend of three years has had a crush on you for a while now, and has finally built up the courage to ask you to hang out—just you two—over the phone. But his nervousness takes over.
⋆˙⟡ CONTAINS ⋆˙⟡ — fluff. michael is being his normal shy self. his accent is being shown in his dialogue. ofc reader is impatient. bestfriends trope. reader teases Michael about him being shy. reader gets a bit suspicious. nicknames for each other Minnie & M
It was the first week of September, 1977. A warm Friday night—you had come back from hanging out with your best friends from Encino Commons. Your feet were hurting so bad from doing all this walking from place to place, and the shoes you were wearing were the main problem. You were more worried about looking cute than about being comfortable—but now you know.
You’re so glad you drove your car down here even though you only lived fifteen minutes away. By the time you came home, you immediately ran upstairs to your apartment door, groaning at the thought of finally being free of walking for so long.
The door to your apartment flew up when you came crashing through. “Oh my gosh.” You whined when you locked the door behind you, then turned on your kitchen lights. You set down your purse and keys on the counter and ran to the bathroom. You turned on the lights and went to your room.
"Hii mamaaa!" You spoke to your dog, who was chilling on your bed. Zola is her name. Her cute fluffy tail was wagging as her eyes widened too. You approached her while still speaking in your baby voice, and you picked her up, giving her kisses all over her face.
You pinched at her nose then put her back on the bed, petting her one more time before you walked back to the bathroom—putting your braids in a quick ponytail.
A sigh left you once your braids were finally up in a ponytail, giving you relief.
“Whewww” you wrapped them in a bun and then stripped out of your clothes. Your shorts that were rode up your thighs, stuck to you from you being hot and sweaty from the long walking you were doing.
As you finally striped out of your bra and panties and put on your robe, the phone rang and your head shot up. It was almost ten-thirty at night—who could be calling?—you thought. You scurried to tie your robe and ran towards the phone that was sitting on that your coffee table.
“This better be important.” You whispered to yourself as you reached for the phone.
“..hello?” You spoke, crossing your arms and leaning against your wall—facing your balcony view. It was a bit of static on the other line before it went for a beat—and then a soft voice came closer to the speaker.
“Hey, Minnie!” He said your name excitedly, so relieved you picked up the phone when you did.
“Michael?” You asked, squinting. He responded with a “mmhmm”, tapping his fingers on the phone.
You hummed after he did and stayed silent as you nodded your head slowly.
“Nowww you wanna call me?” You sarcastically said. “Why you say that?” Michael responded.
“I called you twice yesterday—no answer M.” A bit of sternness behind your voice. “Ohh..” He was reminded and forgot what he actually wanted to call you about. “I’m sorry, y’know I be busy with my brothas and stuff—” he nervously laughed.
“Riiight…so what you calling me for—on a night like this?” You questioned. He sighed, and you heard him shift in his seat over the phone.
“Well, what I was calling you for wa—” You heard him continue, then he was cut off by his door opening. Your eyebrows furrowed as you heard his door creak open. “Ay, dinner’s almost ready. Be done in ten.” You heard a voice remind Michael.
It sounded like it Marlon, with his low raspy but sweet voice he had. “Who was that?” You said hearing the door close. “That was my brother—Marlon.” He answered.
“I figured.” You murmured while the phone was resting on your shoulder.
“But, back to what I was going to ask you.” He sounded a bit nervous.
A loud sigh left you to show him that you were growing more impatient by the second, since you desperately wanted to wash up from being out all night.
“If—Uh,” he said, completely stalling. “Michael Joseph Jackson. Can you hurry up? I gotta go shower!” You groaned, because you knew he was stalling like he always does when he’s nervous. “Okay, okay..” Michael whined.
“Willyouliketogooutwithme?” He said quickly, biting on his finger as if you could hear him clearly.
Michael was waiting on your answer but it was silent for a bit, you both were confused about what just happened because neither of you was talking.
“Hello?” He finally spoke as he only heard a bit of static on the other line. The next thing he heard was you trying to hold in your laugh, a laugh was fighting to come out of your throat but you failed to hold it in any longer.
You were crying laughing, usually teasing him about how nervous he would get around any girls—especially you. “M—? *giggle* What?” You laughed at him, not meaning it rudely.
“Would you like to go out with me?” He repeated, saying your name with a sigh following up afterwards. You licked your lips and leaned your back completely on the wall, and looked down at your nails, then up at the black TV that was across the phone.
“When?” You responded, sucking on your teeth. He hummed in thought, then told you the exact date. “Next Saturday—the thirteenth. Me and my brothers will be booked for the rest of this weekend and next week. But, we get some time to ourselves next weekend.” He explained.
Michael was always organized, paid good attention to dates, and made sure it was fine with both of you—not just him. You let out a “Mm..” in an amused sense, he had this all thought out—he must’ve been thinking about this for a while now.
“Michael.” You cooed his name.
“Yes?” He said with a bit of hesitation—biting on his bottom lip.
“Is it a…specific—reason you’re asking me this, now?” You teased, while walking to the couch as the cord stretched across your shoulder.
A chuckle was heard on the other line, as if he was laughing because he knew what this was leading to. “No—why?”
You were now deeply intrigued and were trying to get to the bottom of this. The shower can wait for a bit longer. “So, you’re not doing this because you wanna ask me for anything?” You teased once more, toying with your hair as your arm rested on the armrest of the couch.
“Ew—no!” He said, a nervous laugh following shortly after. “I mean, no. It’s just a simple hang out—stop it!”. You could tell he was being foolish, his voice would always pitch higher when he began to get nervous or teased too much.
“Okay, okay. You’re not gonna tell me where we’re goin’?” You asked with a grin on your face. “Nnoo, s’a surprise. You’ll see.” He joyfully said. “Y’know I don’t like surprises, right?” You said tilting your head. “Yes yes I know—but you’ll like this one! I pinky promise..” he said in that high-pitched voice again.
“Ok..I’ll take your word for it, Mista Jackson.” You shifted on the couch, getting ready to end the call. He giggled at the name, before ending the call with a couple of words.
As you were saying your goodbyes, you walked to put the phone back on the wall, and he interrupted. “Wait—!” He hurried to say, doing all this talking making him nearly forget the main part of a special date.
“You wanna match?” He asked, sounding like a boy asking his mom to get him a toy. You acted like you were deep in thought to keep him on his toes “Sure, Michael. What do you have in mind?” You were already thinking about a couple of colors, and even outfits—but, to be honest, you looked good in anything.
“Something pretty, but something that’ll still make you comfortable to move around. Like shorts!” He said excitedly as the idea came to him. “Oh, ok.” You laughed, trying to piece the pieces together as to why you would need something like that.
“Stop talking to your girlfriend, and come downstairs, Michael! Tito yelled from downstairs.
“See you next week.” You said in that low and smooth tone Michael loved, which you didn’t know about. You could barely hear who yelled on the phone, so you ignored it.
“Yeah, bye. See you.” You could hear the happiness in his goodbye. You were also looking forward to this, since you barely get out of the house unless it’s important or you’re hanging with friends—which is also on rare occasions.
—DOWNSTAIRS. MICHAEL’S HOUSE—
“What took so long?” Marlon asked as his mouth was stuffed with food that Katherine made. “Yeah?” Jackie followed up with questions too.
Michael looked at them with an annoyed look, they were always the noisy type—especially when it came to Michael and him talking to any girls. “I was talking to Y/n” he mumbled while pulling back his chair so he could sit down and eat.
His two brothers shared a look and raised their eyebrows before they turned back at him. “About..?” Jackie asked, tilting his fork at Michael. “None of your business.” Michael snapped back.
“Ouu, buddy got an ol’ girl on the phone and think he goody two shoes, huh?” Jackie teased, pushing on Michael’s shoulder across the table as Marlon chuckled a bit.
“Hey, leave him alone,” Katherine said, bringing Michael his own plate of food. “Thank you,” Michael murmured, flashing a smile up at her. She brought a hand to his shoulder then walked back to the kitchen.
“You’re no fun,” Tito said as he came from digging in the open refrigerator, searching for something to drink. Michael brought a hand to his forehead and dug in, completely ignoring his brothers now, and enjoyed his food.
—BACK AT YOUR APARTMENT—
You put the phone and let out a huge sigh and walked to the bathroom. You ran to turn on the tub and scurried to get all the essentials you put in your bubble baths.
Once you grabbed your salts, incense, and candles you scoffed and sat on the side of the tub. You truly couldn’t believe you were getting asked out for a mysterious date by your boy bestfriend—for the first time.
“This boy..” you said to yourself as you moved your hand back and forth in the water to lather it with bubbles. Nonetheless, you were extremely excited to go on a date with your boy bestfriend—since it should feel more comfortable of course.
When your bath was ready, you removed your rope and hung it up on the railing on the wall and stepped in. You slowly sat down in the warmth of the water, adjusting to the suds covering your bare chest. Minutes went past and you were already back in thought.
“Maybe he does like me..” you said, squinting your eyes while biting down on your nail.
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