⋆𓏲ּ𝄢 Bad AU || Darryl!michael.j x fem!reader⋆𓏲ּ𝄢
⋆𓏲ּ𝄢 synopsis: similar to the music video Darryl (mj) returns home after spending the few years at private school and the first place he stops is at his ex’s (reader). and after all that time spent apart no letters no calls. shes pissed.
⋆𓏲ּ𝄢 wc: 3.8k
⋆𓏲ּ𝄢 cw: 18+ mdni !! takes place in nyc, angsty, petnames (angel, baby, pretty girl), kissing, rubbing, fingering, pussy eating, darryl making it up to reader 👀, dirty talking, profanity, porn with plot, cussing/swearing, pissed off ex!reader, involves 2 canon chars from bad mv & not exactly proofread
“Girl, I heard Darryl’ back in town.”
Rumours were going around that Darryl was coming home sometime soon, but every time it was brought up you shut it down because you didn’t wanna hear his name again. Not after the way he just up and left you to deal with your shit alone, never calling , mailing. For gods sake he never even gave you the curtesy of agoodbye.
And so now he’s coming back?
Forget it.
However the news opened old wounds you weren’t ready to cater to yet. You were usually better at sweeping the problem under the rug than addressing it. Darryl knew that.
Maybe thats why it was so easy for him to leave like that.
Because he knew you’d get over it.
And you did.
At least according to you.
You scoff scrunching your face, “And what does that have to do with me?”
“You can stop pretending you-”
Rolling your eyes, you hang up setting the phone down with a sharp click, “Whatever.”
You didn't have time to waste your morning entertaining gossip about your ex. You had better things to do.
Like having breakfast.
Which would’ve been great if you had any milk.
“Great.”
You shut the fridge with a huff. If it wasn’t one thing, it was another. Maybe a walk to the deli would clear your head. Grabbing your winter coat, you shrug it on, scoop your keys from the bowl by the door, and head out not even bothering to change out of your nightwear.
The streets were quiet apart from a group of guys posted up at the end of the block, their banter carrying down the road, and a few little kids messing around in the park across the street. Your eyes absently drifted to Darryls place further down. A jarring reminder of the last few years.
Silence.
A pigeon swooping by brings uou out of your daze and to the drab surreoundings that had become your life. It was just another typical October morning anyway. Grey sky. Grey people. Grey mood.
You weave past the loud group.
“How you feelin’, seeing as Darryl—” one of his old friends calls after you.
“Mind your business, Mini.”
You don’t even spare him a glance as you brush past the rest of them.
“That’s cold,” one of the others mutter.
“If you see him, tell him we’re looking for him, aight?”
You keep walking.
‘See him’.
Funny.
Before you knew it, your feet were carrying you into the deli. The bottom corner of the glass door wearing the same crack as always, while faded flyers, apartment listings and handwritten ads spread and overlapped across the front windows. The apparent wear and tear gave the place character.
A small smile began tugging at your lips as you pushed inside, the bell above the door jingling overhead. You’d been coming here for as long as you could remember.
Warm air greeted you immediately, carrying the smell of frying meats and old bubblegum that’d probably expired a few months back. The refrigerators along the back wall humming steadily while an old radio played long outdated disco.
“How you doin’, Clive?”
The older man looked up from behind the register, a grin spreading beneath the steaks of grey in his beard, “I’m more curious how you doin’, seeing as Darryl’s supposed to be back today.”
You groan jokingly, “Oh, not you too.” crossing to the refrigerator to grab a carton of milk.
“What?” Clive laughs. “A man can’t worry ’bout his favourite customer?”
Before you could answer, the bell jingled again. A little boy came running in, barely tall enough to see over the counter.
“Mr. C! My mama said i can get two now and laters today.” the kid holds up two fingers, the other grsbbing the candy and putting it on the counter, excited.
“Can you?”
The kid proudly slapped a handful of crumpled dollar bills onto the counter.
Clive counts the money with exaggerated suspicion before sliding back over the candy. “Tell your mama she still owe me my fifteen cents.”
“She said put it on her tab!”
“That’s exactly what she said yesterday.”
The kid laughed, grabbing the candy and rynning back outside, the bell in a frenzy behind him.
You shook your head, smiling, “Whole neighborhood got you workin’.”
“Somebody gotta keep y’all fed.” he adds as you set the milk on the worn counter.
Beside the register sat cloudy jars full of pickles and pickled eggs, while packs of wrigleys, life savers and dusty candy bars crowded the rack beneath a stack of lottery tickets pinned behind the till. A faded ‘NO CREDIT’ sign was hanging as always crooked beside them, ignored by almost everybody except Clive.
You slide a couple bills across the counter, “could you slip me a pack of wrigleys too, Mr. C..?”
Clive just looks up at you over the tops of his wiry glasses, “You ain’t slick.”
You cheese as the man sighs dramatically before tossing the gum onto the counter, “Now get outta here.”
You start laughing and grab the milk, pocketing the gum, then heading back out the door, the bell signalling your exit.
The faint rumble of thunder began rolling over the neighbourhood. using your free hand, you pulled your hood over your head just as the rain began to spit, tiny droplets painting dark polka dots across your coat—at least now you had an excuse for wanting to lock yourself indoors for the rest of the day.
You rounded the corner onto your block. Your building came into view, hiwever, the stoop where the guys had been posted up earlier now sat empty.
‘Probably to the station’, you presume. They were always at the station if not darryls house. You’d follow them over when you weren’t busy those years ago.
Their laughter barks from across the street. ‘Or theyre still here i guess.’
Cant be that funny. you murmur being a buzzkill.
Someone rambles out another joke, earning another burst of laughter.
You would’ve ignored it naturally. It wasnt rare for them to be making a hell of a lot of noise when you were trying to mind your own business.
Until one laugh slipped through the rest.
You hate yourself for it, but your hand rose anyway, pushing your hood back just enough to see across the street, walking slower now.
Dark curls. brown eyes.
him.
His eyes found yours almost instantly, the laughter dying in his throat.
‘The gall.’ you narrow your eyes.
How can he just stand there laughing. Smiling?? Like nothing had ever happened. As if his absence hadn't been all you could think about these past few years.
"Jackass," you mutter, already walking faster.
The guys were still talking over each other, none of them seeming to notice, still caught up in their silly jokes. "Yo, where you goin'?" one of them calls after him.
You didnt bother waitibg for his answer already trudging up your steps.
"Hold on," Darryl calls after you. "Please."
You reach the top of the stairs, spining to face him, your chest tightening at the sheer nerve of him. Better yet, the sheer concept of him even trying to talk to you after… after everything.
“Please??” you repeat alreasy raising your voice.
Darryl flinches. He was expecting this much. It was his fault he knew that. But it didnt mean he had to leave it this long. there are just some things in life that not even years at private school can teach.
That look only pisses you off even more, “Are you fucking insane? and don’t even bother giving me that look like I’m the one who caused any of this shit-”
“I know.” he muses, his eyes finding a piece of gum on the sidewalk.
“No, you don’t know anything!” you continue. “Because you never asked. Did you even care?!”
Years worth of anger just spilling out your mouth, finally aimed at something other than air.
“Course i care,” he shot back coming up the steps after you.
You watched him get closer, clenching the milk still firmly in your hand. You were surprised it didn’t burst. “No, you didn’t. Because if you did care, we wouldn’t be having this—”
“Argument,” he finished, still slowly making his way up.
“No,” you spat. “Not even an argument. this is nothing. because I’m done talking to you. this is done.” you turn on your heel for the door not expecting to feel his warm palm grasping your wrist, darryl now at the top of the stairs. close. too close.
“Don’t touch me,” your warning, despite your pride, came out shakier than you intended as his thumb swiped across the back of your hand. Every sensible part of you wanted to shove him away. But you couldn’t. He dropped his bag, lifting his free hand to your jaw, gently turning your glossy eyes to meet his guilty ones.
You hate him for still knowing exactly how to make you feel..weak. Your resolve cracked first. lips and teeth clashing with his before he even got the chance to take even this decision from you.
youre still so angry with him but you really just cant help the way the milk slipped from your fingers falling by his bag so your hands can cup his face to pull him even closer,scared to let go.
“God i hate you.” you whisper.
You don’t mean it. truly. but Darryl didn't know that, which only makes him kiss you harder, his tongue slipping in on a breath gentle as he tested the waters. Darryls brows furrow, his hands slip low to your waist, brushing over your curves before shifting high to the backs of your thighs to lift you, your legs wrapping instinctively around your exs hips.
You don't even realize Darryl is walking, still hoisted up against his warm chest as he steps into the elevator. His hand fumbles lazily for the right button, finding it with practiced ease before he pulls back just enough to look into your wet, clumpy lashes. Your eyes flicker to the elevator mirror beside you, immediately hating the pathetic, teary mess staring back. You were meant to be shutting him out of your life for good. even yelling and throwing a fit like earlier.
“you don't mean that, baby.” he murmured, tongue now tangling with yours again, swallowing your complaint about the petname before it could leave you.
Ding!
“Keys, angel.”
“Forget it-” remnants of whatever was left of your pride still unmoving.
He pecks the corner of your lips, his hand reaching into the back pocket of your jeans not at all missing the opportunity to squeeze the swell of your ass, before unlocking the door and kicking it shut behind him with a click.
“Hate you so bad.” you bite him along his throat earning a hiss as he carried you down the short corridor of your apartment towards your bedroom, his large hands still warm under your thighs. Darryl’s eyes leave you briefly, flicking around your living room as he passes through it, taking in the small changes. the clear signs that time im fact had kept on moving without him. simply trying to read what kind of person you became when he wasn’t there—besides bitter.
Inside your bedroom though, everything remained the same as darryl remembered. A cluttered but organised mess. dim lighting, candles on every surface, books and little trinkets scattered like you’d just never found the need to move them.
“You should.” he begins eyes on your again, his knees hitting the bed now as he gently lowers you onto your back, “But you don’t.”
Darryl hovered over you, one arm braced on either side, caging you in as his eyes wandered over every detail of your irritated face. He lets out a soft chuckle, “I really thiught you were gonna beat my ass out there.” shifting his weight onto one arm, he reaches for the zipper of your coat with the other, sliding it down to reveal your pyjamas, as a small smile began tugging at the corner of his mouth, still caught up in the show that had been put on downstairs.
You roll your eyes refusing to look at him, “Don’t think my.. compliance means anything,” you say quietly. “I’m just.. I don’t know what I wanna do yet.”
Darryl studies your face still, “Just say the word, baby… and I’ll leave.” he reaches up to brush a stray curl behind your ear.
Your lips part to tell him what you should be saying, what you’d spent years telling yourself you’d say if you ever saw his stupid face again.
But every sentence you’d rehearsed for years abandoned you, leaving only the pathetic little lie you’d been repeating since seeing him.
“I hate you.”
He just hums, his fingers trailing your now rosy cheek, thumb dragging your bottom lip down in a way that sent tingles to your stomach. his gaze so focused on your lips, you kinda felt a little self conscious with all the attention as you did forget to even use a balm but you werent exactly expecting this either. But your ex clearly didnt care at all seeing as he wasted no time closing the distance, his tongue delving into your mouth once more trying to remember the taste of you he never once forgot, “Missed my pretty girl so bad,” he murmurs into the heat of your mouth all soft n needy.
“liar,” you breathe against him shaky as his lips found your weak spot just behind your ear.
“don’t talk on what you don’t understand,” he nips at the smooth skin irritated at the accusation.
Darryl’s lips were warm against your skin, each kiss lingering a second longer than the last. hiss mouth now tracing the column of your throat feeling your quickening pulse beneath his lips, a small reminder that you were still his. Even if you constantly denied it.
His free hand slid up under your shirt—once calloused yet now surprisingly soft fingers skimming over the soft plane of your stomach before stopping just above the waistband of your pyjama pants. The warmth of his palm making heat pool low in your belly.
He raises his head from your neck, hs eyes finally meeting yours again, his lashes casting soft shadows that did little to hide his desperation and underlyng guilt.
“then help me understand, darryl.” your hand stops his wrist.
Darryl loved hearing his name leave your lips. It was the first time in years after all. He’d just hoped it’d sound a little.. less painful, “I will.”
“When?”
He chuckles warmly despite the tension, “Always so stubborn, hm?” his hand loosens from your grip, fingers gingerly slipping under your waistband and into your panties.
“I’m being serious, Darryl.” you huff trying not to pay any mind to his lengthy fingers sliding through your slick folds, your unexpected arousal causing him to take his bottom lip between his teeth to suppress a groan.
“Damnit angel- I just wanted to be good for you,” his voice softens. “That’s all.”
Darryl’s fingers slip free from your pants, and a needy whine spills from your lips at the sudden loss.
Teasing bastard. You were so sure he’d at least spare your aching clit some attention before pulling away like that.
“Look at me,” he says softly, his eyes steady on yours. “I wasn’t the man you deserved back then.. so please, baby. Let me at least try to be now.”
“I just want to make it up to you, one step at a time.” his thumbs tracing slow circles over your hipbones
You scoff still stubborn, “Well, its gonna take alot more than talking.”
His lip quirks, “Was hoping you’d say that.”
“Not what i-" you cut yourself off as Darryl eases back, shifting off of you to stand at the foot of the bed. his eyes rake over you, already deciding how he intends to please his pretty ex. befire you can protest, his hands slid under your thighs, fingers digging in to the soft flesh just enough to make you gasp as he drags you down to the edge of the mattress.
“I’m sure,” he murmurs, voice dropping to that hushed, knowing tone that sends a fresh wave of heat pooling low in your stomach. his thumbs hooking under the waistbands of both your pants and panties as he slowly started peeling them down, savoring the way your breath hitches with every inch of skin he exposes to the cool air of your apartment.
You don’t even want to stop him when you feel his breath ghost over the inside of your thigh, and your hips jerk upward on their own, chasing the contact you missed so dearly.
Pushing up onto your elbows, you look down at the lewd sight of your ex, kneeling between your spread thighs, gaze locked onto your long neglected cunt like it’s the only thing in the world.
Heat blooms on your face.
You had tried touching yourself a few times after he left, fingers small and clumsy in their attempt to fill the void he’d carved into you.
But it only ever left you embarrassed, aching in ways your own hands couldn’t fix.
So having him here now, after all these years, his breath hot on your oversensitive clit- it’s almost too much. One sigh from him, and you’d shatter. but fuck if you’ll let him know that.
His tongue darts out, just a teasing flick against your inner thigh, and your hips jerk despite yourself, “ass-”
He ignores you, his tongue dragging a thick, sloppy stripe up your slit, starting from your entrance all the way to your engorged clit.
His hand hiking higher up your thigh, thumb finally giving your needy bud the attention it’s been begging for, pressing down hard, relentless circles that only made you squirm like you hadnt been cursing out the mans name the past few years only to end up putty in his hands the second your sensitive pussy gets attention.
“Missed the taste of her too,” he moans against you, his voice muffled, eyes fluttering shut like he’s drowning in you. too far gone in the taste of your slick to even glance up at the way your face twists, your breath coming in sharp little gasps.
You whimper, fingers clawing at the rumpled sheets beneath you. “Darryl-”
“Mhm?" he cracks one eye open just long enough to meet your gaze before his focus snaps right back to your cunt. His thumb abandoninh your clit, his lips taking over, swirling wet, torturous patterns over your pearl before sucking it between his teeth.
A single finger presses against your clenching entrance, testing. “This what you want, pretty girl?” He pulls off your clit with a filthy pop, a thin string of spit and your slick stretching between his lips and your flesh. His tongue swipes lazily over his bottom lip, revisiting the last drops of you, even though it’s only been seconds.
Your thighs tremble at the subtle pressure, squeezing around him. “not telling.”
He chuckles, “You’re lucky I’m tryin’ to get in your good graces.” he presses in, his middle finger sinking into your tight heat, your walls clamping around him like letting go hurt, “so good for me, baby.”
His long digit drags back almost all the way out before shoving back in, setting a mean pace for a girl who hasn’t been filled whatsoever in years. A broken string of incoherent curses slips past your lips, your arm flopping over your face to attempt ro hide the sweaty, flushed mess you were becoming.
Fuck you were so close though. your pussy practically drooling all over the sheets, soaked from his finger, his tongue, maybe even his honeyed words. but you had to hold out. even if you both knew you were full of shit.
“I only ever wanted to be good for you, baby.” he admits, no warning, just spitting a fat glob of warm spit right onto your throbbing clit, watching it glisten for half a second before slurping it back up along with your clit, his finger still ravaging your tight little hole. he adds another punishing finger, shoving it in alongside the first.
“yeah-ah- fu-” you breathe too quiet to even hear yourself, your eyes squeezing shut.
“Wanted to come back better,” he mumbles against your pussy, “not just spend my whole life being some gangster you were hookin’ up with.”
You try to answer, but his mouth is ruthless on your clit and his fingers pounding into you? no words are coming out. hell, you can barely hear him. Poor guy, wasting all these pretty words on his overstimulated ex-girlfriend who’s too fucked-up on the pleasure to even process them.
“Wanted to get qualifications. a degree.” his voice vibrates against your slick folds, your thick thighs squeezing him, ankles locking behind his head oulling his face deeper into your cunt.
“Get us out of here, you know?” his tongue flicks eager, and apologetic, determined to drag your orgasm out of you as if some sort of peace offering. “You don’t deserve this kinda life.. but you definitely didn’t deserve my silence either.”
“Uh-huh-” you whine, not even trying to listen, too lost in the relentless rhythm of his fingers, his mouth. one hand finally lets go of the sheets, fingers scrambling to tangle in his hair- not to pull him closer, but to pry him off, because it was just too much-
But his grip on your thigh just tightens, his voice ragged and filthy against your soaked cunt, “C’mon, baby… cum for me. i wanna taste just how much you both missed me.” his fingers curlinh upwards to reach a spot that makes your eyes roll back. he remembered.
And fuck that was all it took.
You gush all over his face, a broken sob tearing from your throat as waves of ecstasy crash into you, “D-Darryl-!” back arched off the bed, your vision whiting out for a second before you collapse back onto the mattress, limbs useless, too weak to hold yourself up.
Darryl watches you with something almost tender as you struggle to catch your breath, pressing one last, gentle kiss to your oversensitive clit. you gasp, hips weakly jerking away, “no more-” It comes out pouty, nothing much like the tough front you’d been previously trying to keep up, but at this point, thats long passed.
“So… do you forgive me now, angel?”
You blink lazily up at him, your brows stitching together,
“Forgive you? please- i didn’t hear a word you said.” your voice is slurred and. half muffled against the sheets.
“Always so stubborn, huh?”
𝑀ᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ 𓈒ㅤׂ 𝜗𝜚. 𝒯ᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ
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