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[sylvette777]

𝐷𝐸𝐴’𝑆 𝐵𝐿𝑂𝐺！

╰┈➤ requests open!!

╰┈➤ rules: there are some topics I won't be able to write about!! (sh, any type of disorders, non consensual things) may be triggering and I just don't feel comfortable writing any of that.

╰┈➤ anyways, always interact I love having interactions!! and enjoy yourself!!

18, blk

MASTERLIST COMING SOON!!

[sylvette777]

waking your boyfriend michael up after hearing a noise that startles you in the middle of the night😭

You were currently annoyed—it was 3am and something was tapping at the window and your beloved boyfriend was fast asleep completely unbothered by the sounds and that enraged you—how could he just sleep so peacefully?

You huff, getting up deciding to check for yourself. Feet lightly tapping as you tighten your pink silky robe around your waist. You hardly make it out of the room before the sounds start up again.

Chitter—Tap!

“Oh my god!” You yelp immediately running back towards the bed where Michael slowly stirs up. You jump into his arms immediately. “Michael! Michael, Michael wake up!” You shake him and he sits up, hand flying to your waist as you grip him for comfort. “Baby what time is it?” He questions, “it’s—that doesn’t matter I think someone is trying to break in!”

He sits up immediately, “no one is trying to break in I can promise you that.” he says, a bit annoyed you woke him up from his sleep and he turns around. “Michael.” You urge again, shaking him harder so he didn’t fall back asleep. “Baby.” He responds. “Please check?” He couldn’t resist your begging and what sounded like genuine fear so with a heavy sigh he stands up.

You follow close behind him as he tiptoes out the room and towards the front door, the first thing he does is look out the hole of the door before swinging it wide open, the cool air hitting the both of your faces. He steps outside and you follow, except you stay closer by the front door.

Hiss—Tap!

You see no Michael, you start playing with the hem of your robe, growing nervous by the second, once you notice how long he’s taking to return you bite your lip and clench your fist as you step out into the breezy night, following the sound.

“Boo!” He pops out and you let out a shrill. “Michael!” You shove his shoulder. “You ass.” Your lip trembles. “Did you see what it was?” He nods, “It was a raccoon, baby, can we go back to bed now?” He ushers grabbing your hand and leading you back to the bedroom, you let out a sigh of relief. A raccoon..you almost laugh at the fact.

He drapes the blanket over you both and switches the lamp off. “Wait.” You murmur, he softly hums waiting for you to continue. “I want to go to sleep first—don’t go to sleep until I’m sleep.” You say against his chest and he traces invisible shapes against your back.

“Your wish is my command, mama.” He placed a kiss on your forehead.

From time to time you call out his name to make sure he’s still awake and he always responds with a soft hum or a ‘still awake, baby’ along with a ‘mhm’ or a kiss on the forehead.

guys literally there’s a raccoon that’s terrorizing me rn EVERY NIGHT at exactly 4am im mad as hell!!!😭 also I’m thinking about making a tag list sooo let me know if you want to be tagged !!

[angelfacediary]

The concept of naming urself ebonymuse knowing u are white... im confused asf

[sylvette777]

jermajesty being loopy and and so in love with you after getting his wisdom teeth pulled!

“This is my girlfriend?” His jaw drops revealing the bloody dissolvable gauze controlling his bleeding mouth. The nurse stifles a laugh, as she helps him into the passenger seat, “Hey! careful,” he huffs. “My mouth hurts.”

“Jermajesty, don’t be so rude—and what does your mouth have to do with your legs?” You giggled, once she has him in the passenger seat you reach across him pulling his seatbelt over his chest. Suddenly, you feel a hand on your boob and that’s when you’re face to face with him. “Wow—you’re my actual—girlfriend?” He has this smug, and cocky smile on his face. “You’re so perf—“ You quickly interrupt him, clearing your throat and apologizing to the nurse and driving off.

“You’re my passenger princess today.” You say to tease him, and he groans. “You should let me drive the rest of the way—a pretty face like yours deserves to be passenger princess, and those pretty eyes deserve to look out the window the clouds..” he trails off, before he starts up again.

“Is that, baby is that a milkshake?” You hear him gasp in disbelief, “A vanilla milkshake, baby I want it—I want some, your lips touched the straw right?” You hand him the almost empty milkshake with a shake of your head. “You shouldn’t drink it with a straw, and make sure—“

sluuuuuurp.

“I need to get you home immediately.” You murmur, more to yourself. Honestly you wish you weren’t driving you’d have a ball filming the way he was acting right now.

You had got him settled on the couch almost immediately, although it was a hassle to get him from the car, to your shared apartment—which, you only made it to the couch before you gave up. “My mouth—“ he groans, “if only a pretty lady would lay with meeee.”

You were currently fixing the pillows behind his head as you took another stride forward you step on something freezing cold. It was the ice peas you gave him for his cheeks.

“Jer, baby leave this on your cheeks, and I’m about to go get that pain medication for you.” You hand him the ice pack again and places it on his lips. “Your cheeks.” You remind, he places it on his lips again, you reach to grab the ice peas but you felt something else, his grip was on your wrist, not hard to bruise but firm. And he kissed your hand.

You burst out laughing, “Wait, that was cute.” You snicked. Grabbing the ice peas and placing it on his cheek, a napkin baring between his hand and the pack. You were enjoying him like this so—you decided to have your own fun.

“Jermajesty, look at the camera.” He did, with a silly face, and then another one where his stare lingered, and the last one where he attempted to reach for your face wanting to plant a kiss there.

“Sending these to your brothers, ‘Mr. Im not corny with my girl.’ You mock, a wide smile across your face. That’s when you hear sniffling, you immediately whip your head towards the sound and see jermajesty’s watering eyes, and trembling pout. You’re by his side in an instant, “what is it—your mouth? I’ll go grab those pain med-“ “No.” He groggily says, “I want you, I want you to lay with me.” You’re taken aback, “is that it?” He nods, fingers pulling at the hem of your shirt.

You put all pride and teasing aside climbing onto the couch next to him, his arms immediately wrapping around your waist. Kisses to your neck, you push him back.

“Rest up.” You remind.

“Baby—“

“Dentists orders.”

He huffs into your neck, “if this is a dream don’t wake me.” He says before drifting off, your fingers in his hair. You smile softly to yourself. Who knew he was this big baby.

The next day you’re awoken by jermajesty, he’s shaking your body until you finally sit up rubbing sleep from your eyes. “What?” You huff. “Don’t what me girl.” He holds out his phone in his face. “Jaafar and Randy texting me talking ‘bout some big baby.” You squint but then your eyes catch sight of the photos you took with him, you burst out laughing and he tackles you back down.

“You’re lucky I love you girl.” He kisses your neck, then your cheek and your lips. “I love you too, big baby.”

I enjoyed writing this so bad!! It was so cute:) also I totally ghosted you guys I’m so sorry I had horrible writers block 😭 (not proofread)

[sylvette777]

jaafar jackson x reader where they’re having a argument that’s kinda spiraling and the reader just sighs and goes “i don’t even know anymore” and he’s over there freaking out that you’re about to leave him but you really just meant that you don’t even know what you guys are arguing about

⋆˙⟡ “Are you serious?” You scoff, rubbing sleep from your eyes. It was currently 7am, light barely spilling into the cool house, your cold feet were stood on the floor, body in front of jaafar’s.

He shrugs his shoulders, “you’re making it way more serious than it is—as always.” He slips his shoes on, looping them then tying them. The arm cuff of his large blue blouse you were wearing slips as you flop on the couch. “You know what—go, since I make everything more serious than it is.” You mock.

And that causes his hand to hover over the front doors knob. “I didn’t mean it like that.” You throw your arms up.

“I’m worried Jaafar, seriously—you overwork yourself, you wake up before sunrise, I always wake up to a cold bed searching for your warmth and I’m honestly so—so tired right now, it’s like a cycle with you, an annoying one that won’t stop.”

“A cycle?”

“Yes.”

“A fuckin cycle? if I am overworking myself what does it matter to you huh, you’re not me, you don’t live in my body.” He annoyingly huffs picking up the black sports bag and throwing it over his shoulder.

“Because I care about you!” You stand up once more, “But you—“ you stop yourself, his heavy stare feels as if it’s weighing on your chest. “I don’t even know anymore, I don’t I’m tired, I’m done right now.” You throw your arms up once more, heading back up to the bedroom.

“You’re—y/n, baby what?” He calls out, “done?” He whispers to himself, Maybe you just wanted space? Should he get his work out in? Should he stay? He slowly opens the front door standing outside of it for a minute before actually moving. “I’m so fucked—I fucked up, I’m—“

⋆˙⟡ His entire routine was thrown off over those few words, what did you mean. “I don’t even know anymore?” He whispers to himself currently jogging around the secluded neighborhood, He attempts to shake it off, But it really doesn’t work.

He was now with his friends at this small get together, Your face, Your words—You. It was all he can think about, His friends had to knock him out of his trance. “Jaaf, man, what’s up with you today?” He shakes his head. “It’s nothing, lack of sleep—“ he excuses. “Yeah dude, you do overwork yourself a whole lot.” One of them throw in.

His eyebrows furrow, “Yeah, that’s what my or—was my girlfri—I should go home, get some rest.” Jaafar blurs, completely embarrassing himself. All his friends look confused, but understanding. “Please get rest man, you’re not well.”

⋆˙⟡ It’s around the afternoon when you hear the door swing open, a bag hit the floor, and shoes being practically ripped off. “Y/n!” Jaafar shouts, and you were sat on the couch, just like how you were when the two of you were arguing. “No need to yell, I’m in the living room.”

He exhales, a breath of relief. He makes his way to the living room, his eyes this time adoring the sight in front of him. Someone who actually cared about him, That argument felt like him against you, when it really is the two of you against the argument. “Y/n, don’t leave me.” You hear him, and your ears perk.

“What?” You stifle laughter, standing up you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him into a tight hug. “What are you talking about?” His face studies your expression. “I—you said, you said that you didn’t know anymore, like, about us? You didn’t know anymore about-“

You burst out laughing, holding your stomach, “Yeah Jaafar, it was early in the morning, I was living off of a few hours of sleep and my strong opinionated mind. I got so confused is all—didn’t feel like an argument or is trying to understand each other so—I went back to sleep.” You grin.

His shoulders are now relaxed—in fact his entire demeanor has completely shifted from this morning and now. He pecks your lips, then pulls you into by the waist, lips traveling down to your neck. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, you can make my schedule—you can, just—god that was scary. The thought of losing you makes me some different type of sick.” He admits.

Your face lights up, “good, and I’ll make your schedule from now on.” You point a warning finger. “Now come watch this episode with me.” He nods. “I’m doing anything you say from now on.”

Hi love! I hope I interpreted it the way you were kinda perceiving it!! Anyways this was hella cute I love soft jaafar🥹

[sylvette777]

thinking about mature era michael w/insomnia and you, who has no problem staying up with him—all night!!

2am

⋆˙⟡ “This is what you call cookies?” He questions, you two stood still for a while staring at the burnt attempted sugar cookies, your hand rested on your hip—and you could only manage out a huff. “Don’t blame it all on me michael.” You cross your arms and he stifles a laugh, “Yeah baby well, you put them in there, preheated it and all.”

Instead of throwing the cookies out—you fling open the cabinet and grab a glass plate, You place a napkin over it and the cookies follow up. “We’re eating these—if you love me you’ll eat these.” You tease, and he huffs, pulling you by the waist and pressing small kisses into your neck. “Throw ‘em out sweetheart, I’ll have someone go grab us some cookies from the store.”

“What’s the love in that?” You pout. He kisses your lips. “Won’t have you eating your burnt cookies—that’s love.”

3:50am

⋆˙⟡ “A pillow fight?” He retorts, and you nod. “May the best man win!” You pick up a silky pillow from the bed, the bed bouncing beneath you as you jump. “Get up here!” You usher him, and he does, grabbing another silk pillow. Your pillow hits his arm, and your pillow ends up hitting his face. He tackles you and a perfect idea floods through your mind.

“Ow, Michael—seriously.” You murmur, feigning fake hurt. He immediately gets up. “Oh I’m sorry, baby, I didn’t know I was being so rough I—“ you take this chance quickly standing up and whacking his hip. “Cheater!” He lets out a squeal and tackles you once again, this time he’s kissing your lips. “I love pillow fighting.” He says. “I’d like to pillow fight again.”

“AGAIN?” You squeak.

5am

⋆˙⟡ “It was the worst you know,” You two were now currently deep into the real talk—talk of life. He nods, the blue pool in front of you, stars in the sky. “I hear you.” You shake the tears from your eyes. “But enough about me Mike, you know how I get.” He watches your expression and his expression is filled with—wanting to know you more than he already does.

He leans in and swifts a small piece of hair from your face, hand resting on your thigh. “I love you y/n.” He murmurs. “So much—you’re my reason, my reason of life, my every—you’re why I do the things I do now.”

“Because I love you.” He finishes off, and you stifle a laugh. “You’re such a freaking loser!” You tease him, leaning in to kiss him. “This is because I stay up with you all night, hm?” He shrugs. “Partially.”

“You ass.” You playfully nudge him.

⋆˙⟡ And you two accidentally fall asleep on the pool chairs, your head tucked underneath his chin, legs curled up on his stomach, and his hot breath fanning your scalp.

I have such terrible writers block forgive me!! Enjoy this short blurb whilst I try to get the gears in my brain to start moving again, I love writing 😭 also feel free to leave reqs!!

[sylvette777]

dealing with your drunk and sappy boyfriend jaafar

“Babyyy,” he slurs, he reeked of alcohol. His friends dropped him back home not too long ago as they whispered a ‘good luck’ to you. “Yes jaaf, I’m here, but it’s midnight and we need sleep.” You turned to face him the opposite way of the bed.

“Well, I need you actually.” You can just tell a crooked smile is plastered across his face as he attempts a stupid pick up line at you. “Jaafar.” You threaten. “Whaaat?” He says, genuinely confused on why you weren’t letting him show you his love. “You hate me? Because I’m drunk? M’sorry.” He whines, face pressed into your neck, hand slithered around your waist from behind.

You manage to get out of his hold and flip your lamp on that was on your nightstand, he grumbles, eyes squinting. “Baby turn the lights off—ughhh my head!” He complains, and you do as he says with an annoyed grumble. “I wanted to see what type of Jaafar I’m working with tonight.” You murmur. You attempt to close your eyes—but it doesn’t last long. You hear quiet whimpering.

“Baby, I just love you so much.” He drapes an arm around your waist. “And I think about it a lot but—if one of us has to sacrifice ourselves for the other—I would in a heartbeat because—“ You try to stifle your laugh, but you can’t, and so you laugh in his face which only causes him to whimper some more. “Y/n! I’m being so serious.” He warns, annoyance lingering in his tone and the smell of alcohol from his breath.

“Why do you think about that kinda stuff?” You ask him, in genuine curiosity. “I think it’s ’cause I wouldn’t live in a world without you—I believe that it is not only mentally but physically impossible.” You reach your hands up to cup his face, thumb wiping his tear stricken eyes.

“I hear you, I hear you.” You say, pressing a light kiss to his forehead. You were enjoying this to say the least, yes he was very affectionate and had a way with words when he was sober—but hell, he’s William Shakespeare off some shots.

“And also—“ he starts, and you just inhale. “Will our souls find each other? In every lifetime, y/n. It’s very—“ his voice cracks before more tears spill over, and you pout bringing him into a tight hug. “It’s important yes, I know—we’ll always find each other Jaafar, I’m wherever you are.” You smile, and that seems to calm him down for now.

His head falls into your lap, “I want them to put us back on this earth at the same time in our next life, if there is one.” He whimpers, biting his bottom lip in attempt to contain the tears. All of this honestly just made you come to one big realization, he’s a sappy drunk. You smile to yourself, it was cute.

“And they will.” You comfort. “For our souls are not to be separated, we’ll go mad without each other.” You finish. And he grins, “will you rub my back?” he questions, and you let out an all knowing laugh. “Lay on your stomach you big baby.”

“Wait but I want to kiss you before—“ Your finger immediately flies to his lips, “nuh uh, your breath.” He frowns—IMMEDIATELY. “okay, okay—one kiss—one.” You warn.

It’s been more than one kiss.

“Are you finally ready for bed?” You scoff, and he nods. Rose cheeks, and a stupid smile. “Yep, will you rub my back now?” You roll your eyes. “Come on.”

two posts in one day, I’m effing amazing. Omg also excuse my grammar it gets so shitty whenever I write fics omg I’m embarrassed. Anyways continue to leave requests and always interact!! Love you all lots like polka dots, mwah mwah.

[sylvette777]

sneaking around in the summertime w/your best friends brother !! (otw!michael)

“Shhh-“ you hush Michael who stifles his laughter against your palm. “seriously if they catch us—“ he cuts you off. “they won’t y/n, we’ve been doing this for what, two summers now?” you release your hand from his mouth. “fair point.”

“Y/N!!” you hear latoya and janet shout your name in unison, they’re always looking for you around their big house—all the time. Meanwhile, you’re always with michael, kissing as the two of you are doing now, or other things. His hands fly to your hips pulling you flush against his chest. You pull back, his face in your hands.

“They’re looking for me now, let’s sneak out later tonight?” He huffs, pulling you in for one more kiss. “yeah—okay.” You step out of the dry shower attempting to move the curtain as quiet as possible. You clear your throat, walking to the sink pretending like you were just washing your hands.

“Jan? Toya?” You say walking out, and michael just sits there for a moment. Clueless on what to do with you, you drive him crazy—a good kind of crazy, he thought.

After a while of catching up with the girls, you’re now basically being bombarded. “y/n seriously quit wandering off!! makes us worry.” janet says taking your hands into hers. Latoya looks at you some more. “got something you wanna tell us?” she says, eyes growing suspicious.

“That I have to pee often?” You snort, attempting to lighten to mood. “god that’s awful you’ve gotta get that checked out, come on, change into your swimsuit—we’re getting in the pool.” Before you could disagree janet and latoya are already in stringing you along with them.

You stay afloat on the pink and gold flamingo floatie, legs for days, sun bouncing off of your soaked body. You’re in a leopard print bikini accented with a soft trim of pink alongside with your matching bottoms. “toya I don’t understand-“ janet begins. “If he only treats you like a fling then leave him, I’m sure you’ve got lots of guys lined up.”

“Ehh—that’s a stretch, don’t ya think Jan?” You say, adding a playful lighthearted joke. “Screw you y/n,” latoya shoots back. “Since we’re on my love life—what about you, y/n? Hm?” You almost fall out of the only stable thing keeping you afloat. “ugh nothing you know—these men.”

“These men?” You hear Jermaine’s irritating voice and before you know it—you’re being splashed with water as he jumps into the pull. You let out an annoyed huff. “One jackson brother means more to go—“ you sigh. Janet and latoya chuckle, “Well you’re right.” You hear Marlon’s voice. “ughh.” Janet groans. “Can you guys wait until we’re done.”

“No can do.” Michael comes out now, “where are the rest?” latoya sarcastically says. “lazing around.” You clear your throat as you see michael, shirtless, a smug smile on his face, eyes meeting yours except—they quickly travel down to your figure.

You shoot him a glare in which he only smiles in return, that stupid smile you see when you two are sneaking around. “Michael quit being weird.” Janet says. And he snorts. “How?”

“I—just get in the pool if you’re going to.” And he happily obliges. Floating on his back towards you, you reach for your sunglasses placing them back on your eyes so the girls couldn’t tell.

They’re being distracted by Marlon and Jermaine playing chicken. “couldn’t wait till tonight?” you say, avoiding all eye contacts. “You look damn good—so no.” You huff. “Uh huh, you’re being risky.” He splashes water onto you and you yelp. “stop that!”

“Hey! Michael are you bothering y/n!!?” Latoya shouts. “Yeah, y/n is he bothering you?” You send them a wave. “No!! Ha he’s telling me bad jokes though.”

“Come join us in chicken!” Marlon insists, and you pull your sunglasses up. “ah fine.” you murmur, swimming your way back over there. “I want you on my shoulders, y/n.” Jermaine jokes. “nope—I want her on mine.” Marlon snorts. “well she’s not getting on either of you’s back.” michael says, making his way into the circle.

“Says who?” You decided this would be the perfect time. “Marlon, help me onto your shoulders.” You turn and god—his face was priceless. Jaw clenched, eyebrows furrowed. Janet takes her place on Michael’s shoulders.

“Okay 1,2,3!” A circle of laughter, and splashing happening all in one big pool, latoya almost knocks you down if it wasn’t for Marlon’s good feet. As you got back up you and janet begin playfully fighting each other and she falls almost in an instant. When they both surface from the water she complains. “Michael did you even try?” He shrugs, stepping out of the pool. “I did try—and I’m going inside now.”

You felt a bit bad, you didn’t think he’d take it to heart. You put a mental note in your head to apologize. “What’s wrong with him?” Jermaine asks Marlon, He only shrugs and says, “maybe in one of his moods?” You find yourself also getting out of the pool. “Y/n?” Toya questions. “I’m gonna get changed.”

You’re now rummaging through your bag that was sat on janet’s bed looking for a cozy outfit, you hear the floorboard creek thinking it’s one of the girls, spinning around you hold two shirts. “Which one should I-“ you’re met with a chest, his chest specifically. “Hmm.” You scoff, “you must want to get caught at this rate.” You push off of his chest, before you can rummage through other options he points at the hot pink, tight fitting shirt with the neckline wide open. “ooh cheeky.” you make a joke. “I like.”

You put the other option away. “Bet you would’ve let Marlon choose to.” You zip your bag up and stifle a laugh. “Still mad?” He lets out a groan of annoyance. “Very.” You nudge his shoulder. “I was only teasing, I am sorry—didn’t expect you to get mad.” He crosses his arms, a duck pout on his face. “Wanna make it up to me?” You nod, He points towards the bed. “No! No! Are you crazy.” You whisper shout—“On Janet’s bed?”

“I was only teasing, follow me.”

“let me change first.”

Following him led you to— “a treehouse? Michael is this—“ he interrupts you by kissing you, The treehouse creaks. “Is it built for this?” You huff, catching your breath from his hungry kissing. “Yeah.” He trails his lips down your neck, to your chest and then stomach. He lifts up.

“I thought I was supposed to be the one making it up to you.” You joke, noticing how heat built between your thighs. “uh huh, you can, by letting me taste you.”

“Alright, have your way pretty boy.”

Within minutes, clothes are discarded, moans being in sync. His tongue laps over your soaking clit, “ah—“ you whimper. And he groans into your pussy, he pulls back just a bit, warm breath against it. “I just thought about it—“ he huffs.

“I don’t want anyone to have this, I want this to be mine—all of it, all of you.” You nod your head, not listening to a word. “‘kay—okay just—go—“ your hand shoves his face between your thighs again. Your legs wrapping around his neck as his tongue darts into your g spot. “Right—there—ahhhh.” You moan, “slow down—“ you tap his head, “slow—I’ll cu—I’m gonna cum.” You whimper.

“Cmon baby, all over my tongue.”

after..

“Wow Michael, you feel better?” You huff, out of breath. “So much better—I might need a reminder though,” you cut him off. “Shut up,” He laughs, “I’m only teasing.” Before you could manage a laugh, realization hits you like a wave. “What’s the time?”

“Uhh—“ he glances at his watch. “We should go…” You gather your clothes in a hurry as you two race down the treehouse. “Michael, this is on you if they ask me anything!”

“And where were you?” Tito eyes Michael up and down, you two almost made it. Walking in the house at the same time—sold. “Walking.” He states as if that’s the obvious. “Walking or running a marathon cause you’re sweating bricks.” He points out, before his finger points towards you. “You’re also sweating, what were you doing?” Tito questions you now.

“Well, it’s not sweat you see—I went to the beach to do my yoga and—“ he cuts you off, “yoga makes you sweat?” You snort, nodding. “Yeah, yeah—very hot yoga.” You add. “Well, okay.” His eyebrows relax. “Last thing I’d want is my little sister’s best friend to be sneaking around with my stupid brother.” He jokes and your breath catches in your throat. “Never,” you replied sending him a smile before scurrying off looking for Janet and Latoya.

You and him decided to play it safe by not sneaking out last night. You awake on janet’s bed and her and latoya are already awake. “Morning, sleepyhead.” You send janet a smile before replying, “Morning.”

“The guys insisted on making us breakfast so it should be ready in a few, get ready though we’re all going hiking afterwards.” You huff, “hiking? It is sooo hot.” latoya shrugs, “well the guys suggested it, and we didn’t have anything else planned.”

“All of them are going?” You attempt to play the question off. “Yeah, why?” Janet eyes you. “Just curious.” As she lets go of her lingering suspicion, “Oh there’ll also be this big waterfall so you can bring your swimsuit, and we have to pack this entire picnic thing.” You huff, “sounds fun.”

“Oh wait.” Latoya pauses, “Michael says he can’t make it.” You attempt to look away without making it this big thing. “Oh—okay, more for us then.” You lightheartedly joke. You stand up. “I’m gonna go change though.”

You’re in the bathroom changing into your bathing suit and slipping on your outfit over it before you hear a knock. “One second—“ you call out. “Hurry.” That voice whispers, and without a second thought you open the door wide. He comes in immediately closing the door, flipping the lock, he finds your waist then his lips find yours.

“Wait—“ you push his chest back. “You aren’t coming hiking?” You frown. A smile plasters across his face. “Why are you smiling?” He shrugs, before leaning in kissing you more. “I don’t know maybe ‘cause—you might actually love me, look at that frown.”

You scoff, “shut up, I don’t do that stuff.” he crosses his arms, “yeah sure.” You eye him. “I don’t.” He leans against the bathroom counter. “I actually wanted to talk to you, about this.” You inhale, here it comes—reality. It was fun and all, sneaking around, but now things get real, real feelings have been caught. “ahh—can we wait until I get back from hiking? It’ll ruin my mood i’d be thinking about it the whole way up there.” He smiles, “yeah, okay. the fireworks are happening tonight so we can talk then.”

You agree, and he pulls you into a kiss. “I just—promise me that it won’t change anything about what we have going on, please?” You hold your pinky out. “I don’t know if I can promise that.” He murmurs. You nod. “Okay then, see you later.” He pulls you back before you walk off, “and you look good, really good.” you stifle a laugh. “Don’t let my brothers approach you in any way.”

“Bye Michael.”

“Bye, y/n/l/n.”

After you get back from hiking, lots of chatter is going on and honestly you just want to hit the hay. “Jermaine you complained the whole way, that was annoying.” You say, annoyed. “Well I didn’t know how far we’d be hiking!” He retorts.

It was now midnight, after your shower you wore your cozy pajamas. “Hey there’s ice cream for you, the guys went out and bought it.” Janet comes into the room telling you. “Oh and Michael is asking for you? I don’t know why, if he starts being annoying let me know.” You snort, “okay, okay.” he’s gotten bold.

In all honesty, you were attempting to avoid him, to avoid the firework talk—everything. You didn’t know what you’d do if you two became real, and you didn’t want to think about it.

You slip your slippers on, making your way towards Michael who was sitting at the pool chairs, the fireworks had already started. “hi.” you greet, “hi pretty, you look ready for bed, tryna avoid me?” you nod. “yeah, this talk.” you find your seat on the same chair as him.

“Soo—“ you start. “I don’t want you to think you have to say anything.” He whispers. “Okay, then I won’t, if I don’t wanna.” He smiles, “alright then.”

“It’s been two summers, y/n—and I’ve completely fallen for you. This started off as some—stupid, fling thing.” His head falls in his hands, and the only comfort you can do is stroke his back with your nails. “Continue.” And so he does. “I can’t look at any other girl—or I don’t want to, either way, y/n. I can’t believe I’m saying this—well I can believe I-“

“Michael, spit it out. It’s just us, like it’s always been.”

“I think I love you.”

“Oh.” You quietly whisper, you obviously love him too. A lot actually. So the three words weigh on your mind for a bit, your stroking pattern on his back comes to a halt. “Oh?” He turns to you, eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “I think I love you too.” You snort. And he smiles.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

You start, “but you know this situation is very complicated.” A firework comes over the sky once again, and you smile. “But we can figure it out.” He takes your hand in his. He lays back, and you lay on his chest, tracing invisible shapes. “yeah, I hope they aren’t angry with me, I’ve hid it from my best friends.”

“You know them, they won’t be.” He attempts to make you feel better. “Ugh, this is such a rough spot.” You feel tears daring to spill from your eyes. You whimper before letting them spill. “Ah, y/n. I’m sorry.” He rubs your shoulder in comfort and presses a kiss to your head. “It’s okay, this was gonna happen eventually.”

“We’ll figure it out together, okay?” You nod, holding out your pinky.

“You’ll promise me?”

“I promise.” He says, his pinky intertwining with yours. “You love your pinky promises don’t you?” He snorts, and you nod. “I love them, so much.”

He presses a kiss to your lips, “wait, say you love me again.” he snorts, you slap his chest, “shush.”

guys im ngl, this is NOT proofread, and i got carried away🥹!! anyways continue leaving requests!! I had sm fun writing this.

[sylvette777]

your shy boyfriend michael is always so hesitant to touch you, even when you two are just kissing.

You straddle his lap as his hands hover above your back—not touching. You grip his face, begging for more, the kiss not helping you begin to move your hips a bit and his breath hitches.

You pull back instantly, “michael.” you huff, he looks up at you with those innocent, oblivious brown doe eyes. “yes? sorry is it my—is it cause I’m hard?” you stifle a laugh. “no it’s not that, I just feel like you don’t actually want to do this.”

His eyes immediately sink down, “what?” his soft voice like music to your ears, he watches as you get off of his lap and take your seat next to him on the bed. “I do want to do this I—I love it I just—“ you grab his hand. “Michael seriously if you don’t wanna do—“ he shuts you up with a quick kiss. “baby..” he starts.

“Can you tell me what it is I’m doing wrong?” he questions, his voice almost sounds like he’s begging to know. “It’s like, I don’t know. You don’t touch me, your hands never roam over me, and you kinda just—it feels like I’m kissing a wall.”

He looks at your expression before bursting into laughter, “michael! this isn’t funny I genuinely—“ he interrupts you. “It’s not a you thing, it’s me—I just get so in my head, and nervous around you, my brain short circuits. I don’t wanna mess up anything when I’m with you.”

A smile plasters across your face, “you’re shy?” he immediately clasps his hands against his face. “I’m so shy.” You can hear him murmur between his hands. You remove his hands from his now rose cheeked face. “Don’t be shy, you can touch me michael. I am your girlfriend right?”

You’re back on his lap, grinding against his hard on. His hands roam everywhere. From your waist, boobs, ass. He’s whining into your mouth like he’s demanding more. You push him onto his back moving back and forth against his clothed cock. “uh huh—“ he whines. “yea—yeah.” he whimpers.

He’s not as shy anymore, you thought to yourself. And him whining and whimpering, hands roaming all over you—it only makes you want more. “Can I take your pants off?” You ask him. He nods but looks to you, “ah, are you sure you wanna—?” you shut him up with a kiss. “shhh.” he smiles, his face lighting up.

“okay—“

“I love you y/n—I love you so much.” he says, at the brink of an orgasam.

short fic !! to anyone who left requests on my other acc redo them here :(!! and to others, keep requesting!!! OKG I’m literally falling asleep goodnight