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Geppetto and the KoP
----- Lies of P spoilers -----
What do you think was going through Geppetto’s mind when he made Romeo the King of Puppets?
We know Geppetto needed the Puppet Frenzy to happen so he could harvest ergo, deal with the carcasses and those infected with the Petrification Disease, and sabotage the Alchemists. He also needed the King of Puppets as a scapegoat so he had someone to blame for all the horrors he committed so he could come out looking clean.
So the KoP role was essential to his plans. But why Romeo? Why not just another random citizen?
My theory is that he really hated Romeo. Let’s imagine for a moment this account is not into Carmeo and that Carlo and Romeo were just very close best friends. Even then, both boys shared a deep bond. And if we go by Pinocchio lore, Lampwick was always portrayed as a bad influence on Pinocchio.
So even if Geppetto was absent for most of his son’s life, he very audaciously still resented Romeo (and Lea) for leading Carlo into danger, into the life of a Stalker. In his mind, they, along with the Alchemists, would have to pay for what happened to him.
From a practical standpoint, Geppetto also needed someone strong for the role. But he couldn’t pick the strongest (which would be Lea) because if she awoke her ego she would be very difficult to handle. Romeo, while formidable, was weaker in Geppetto’s eyes, and thus the safer choice.
Part of me once wondered if Geppetto chose Romeo because of his closeness to Carlo, maybe to help Carlo adapt in his new life. But if that had been the plan, why didn’t he give Romeo the ability to communicate with humans? Why did he gave Romeo a huge armor to keep his true face hidden, when he went ahead and made him look just as he did when he was human? Why make him so disposable from the start?
I think P’s lack of Carlo’s memories was a blessing in disguise for Geppetto. It gave him the perfect opportunity to mold his son into exactly what he wanted, and to erase Romeo in the process. What greater satisfaction could he get than watching his son kill someone who had once been so important to him (someone whom Geppetto hated), especially when Romeo could still recognize him and suffer through it?
I think Geppetto enjoyed it. He felt his vengeance fulfilled. He even seemed a little spiteful right after the fight, when he spoke to P outside the Opera House and said something like: “Unlike a real king, the King of Puppets left no heir.” To me, that sounded like mockery.
How dare he even mention that. He made Romeo a King and forced him into that role, one he never wanted.
Maybe I’m reading too much into this, but I genuinely think Geppetto deliberately chose Romeo to make him suffer. To use him, then discard him.
If P ever regained Carlo’s memories and asked, I imagine Geppetto being like: “Aren’t I the best father? I brought your best friend into your new life!” (Just like he wanted RB Carlo to kill everyone in Hotel Krat and turn them into puppets.)
But when Romeo’s ego awakened, Geppetto’s attitude would have shifted to: “Well, that’s your fault, not mine. Time to activate Plan Scapegoat and get rid of you!” Since he is very much a threat to his plans of control both over Krat and over his own son.
But that’s just my theory. What do you think? Why did Geppetto make Romeo the King of Puppets? I’d love to hear the theories!.
King of Prism: Your Endless Call - Mi~nna Kirameki! Prism☆Tours - Dir. Masakazu Hishida - Jun 27, 2025
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Kings of Paradise
Taki
A Stolen Moment (NSFW) ✏
Marks of Love (NSFW) ✏
Countless Celebrations (NSFW) ✏
His One and Only ✏
All I Want for Christmas is You (NSFW) ✏
His Shining Star (NSFW) ✏
The Shirt Swindler (NSFW) ✏
“Kiss me until I’m breathless.” ✏
“Ride me until you break me.” (NSFW) ✏
“Remember this-your body belongs to me, and me alone.” (NSFW) ✏
“Will you lick it until it’s better?” (NSFW) ✏
Our First Time (NSFW) ✏
A Chanceful Encounter ✏
A Call for Cuddles ✏
A Wish Already Granted ✏
A Pandora Party ✏
KOP - Final Stories
So it finally started. After 4 years of radio silence Voltage finally rang in the final arc to close the lid on this title. The preview indicates that all 5 of the kings, Taki, Kiyohito, Shun, Yosuke and Kaisei will receive a final story.
As most know almost all the main stories that release these days are separated into two parts and Voltage raised the prices for coins stories.
As for the KOP stories that will release it's not a new season, so it's not in parts. Just one final story.
Kiyohito's final story released today an if his story is any indication of what to expect the rest will probably be handled similarly. Possibly Taki or Yosuke might get special treatment for fan favorites or title protag, but the rest should go along those lines.
Kiyohito's Final Story
Kiyo's final story consists of 8 chapter (good and happy ending) + 1 CG of their wedding.
As you'd expect of KOP it added some drama before their happy ever after. So here's the synopsis of what to expect:
MC wishes for security, trust and connection. Usually that's what marriage promises, but she's still insecure about her past failed marriage. So she has to decide if she just wants a common law marriage with Kiyohito or to marry him for real.
Kiyo wishes for the latter to take responsibility, but then he is on the brink of losing his job again. Hearing that, MCs parents are also not that convinced and oppose the marriage.
MC reevaluates her life and thinks about what she really wants. The King of Paradise, clad in the pure white lily of innocence reaches a heartfelt conclusion.
My Opinion
I have to say it was nice seeing the crew again and that every important character got screentime. It was a nice story, but it felt awfully rushed at times and somewhat unfinished. I think it might have been better if they either gave it more chapters or actually separated it in parts.
When Kiyo teared up I got emotional as well so that's nice. It was nice following his character development through the stories.
The CG is also very beautiful. I was worried because the art of Voltage took a dip recently, which left a bad aftertaste in my mouth since they also increased prices for worse quality. I'm glad it looks good but sad that we just got one picture. It really felt like they just wanted to finally close the Kings of Paradise chapter.
Anyways, convince yourself below the cut.
Now let's see what they will do about the rest of the crew
Moonwalk Through Time-Part 1
(Warning: This story includes sexual content)
I sit on my couch, watching the television with tears in my eyes. Tears roll down my cheeks as the reporter announces the sudden death of Michael Jackson. I could not believe it. He was really gone. It was as if the world immediately felt smaller somehow. I sniffle softly and turn off the tv before I stand, walking over to the door. I needed some air.
I close the door behind me, not bothering to lock it. I make my way down the sidewalk, not really going with a destination in mind, and I didn’t really care. After walking for a while, tears still gleaming in my eyes, I stop when the sun glints off of something lying on the ground. I bend down to pick it up. It was a small, delicate charm bracelet, with various musical note charms dangling from it. I frown, looking around to see if anyone was around that might have dropped it. However, when I find that I am completely alone, I shrug, clasping it around my wrist. Almost instantaneously, I seemingly feel a slight tugging behind my naval, and close my eyes to fight off the nausea that takes over me. When I open my eyes, however, my stomach drops as I find myself….I do not know where, but it definitely was not my neighborhood.
“Where the hell am I?” I mutter to myself as I look around, walking slowly down the cracked sidewalk.
I look around at my unfamiliar surroundings. It seemed to be a small town, a rather run-down town at that. I frown, my stomach twisting nervously as I start to realize that all the cars are older models, from the fifties and sixties, yet they all look to be in relatively new condition.
“When am I?!” I whisper, feeling my heart beginning to race with fear. This did not make any sense!
I continue walking, unsure of what the hell to do. I turn the corner, not even noticing the street sign that says Jackson Street. I come to a stop when I notice a little boy standing a little ways down the sidewalk, dancing and spinning in place. I cock my head, frowning slightly. I did not know why, but something about him seems familiar, even though I cannot see his face. I happen to glance over, seeing a very familiar looking small, white house. My eyes narrow before I look up at the street sign. When I realize where I am, I look back at the little boy, his back still to me as I stand there in shock.
“No fucking way…” I breathe softly in complete shock. I squeeze my eyes shut for several seconds before they pop open, only to find I’m still standing here, apparently in Gary, Indiana, watching a little Michael fucking Jackson dancing on the sidewalk. What the hell was going on?! I had to be having some kind of weird, grief-induced fever dream. This could not possibly be happening! I take a deep, calming breath, not that it helps much. I force myself to keep walking, my body trembling slightly. However, I stop when I’m still several feet away, not wanting to frighten him. I clear my throat, my mouth opening and closing several times before I finally manage to speak.
“Um…Ex-Excuse me?” I call to him softly, smiling warmly. He spins around to face me, peering up at me with that bright, big smile I knew all too well. I bite my lip to hold back a giggle as I notice he’s missing a couple teeth, making him even cuter. I crouch down in front of him, trying to appear smaller and less intimidating. The last thing I wanted was to scare him.
“Hello!” He says brightly before his eyes travel over me and he giggles. I give him a confused but curious smile, cocking my head slightly.
“What’s so funny?” I ask with a grin, his smile contagious. He blushes and giggles softly, shrugging.
“S-Sorry, Miss. It’s just….Your clothes- They look a little funny”, he explains.
I look down at myself and chuckle softly at my sundress and wedge sandals. I supposed I probably did look strange in modern day fashion, especially to someone used to the fashion of the sixties. “I thought I’d try something different”, I reply, smiling back at him.
He giggles softly before he holds out his hand. “My name’s Michael, Michael Jackson. What’s your name, Miss?” He asks, as polite as ever, making my smile widen further.
“It’s nice to meet you, Michael Jackson. I’m Kendra”, I say, chuckling and smiling warmly as I reach out, shaking his little hand.
“It’s nice to meet you too, Miss Kendra”, Michael replies, making me giggle softly at the way he addresses me.
When we let go I look around before I look back at him. “Michael, can you- can you tell me what day it is?” I ask, not entirely sure I wanted to know, even though I was trying to convince myself that this was a dream. It got a lot more difficult to tell myself that when I shook his hand though. I had never had a dream so vivid before. I could actually feel the warmth of his hand when I took it in my own. Yet, I still tell myself that that is the only possible explanation.
Michael cocks his head, chuckling as he gives me a confused smile. “It’s July 20, 1968. Are you alright, Miss Kendra?”
My face must have gone a little pale. I sift through my memory, the date jumping out at me. I force myself to keep a straight face as I realize this was three days before he and his brothers would audition for Motown. I smile warmly and nod, not wanting to freak him out.
“Yep, I’m just fine!” I reply, even though inside I was freaking the fuck out. I force my panic down as I continue to crouch down in front of him on the sidewalk. “So, what are you doing out here all by yourself, sweetheart?”
“Well, my brothers and I, we’re in a group. And- And we have an audition with Motown in a few days. I’m real nervous, and- and I was just practicing. I don’t wanna mess up. If I mess up Joseph will get mad at me”, he says, looking down as he scuffs his shoe against the sidewalk.
My jaw tenses at the mention of Joseph and his infamous anger. However, I play dumb, not wanting to let on that I know more than I should. I was a literal stranger to him after all. “O-Oh? Who’s- Who’s Joseph?” I ask softly, my heart clenching at the fear and sadness written all over his little face.
“Oh, Joseph- Joseph is my father”, he replies softly. “If I mess up the audition and we don’t make it, he’s gonna whoop me real bad.”
I feel bile rise up in my throat at his words. How anyone could treat their own flesh and blood that way was beyond me. I swallow the lump in my throat, determined to give him the loving encouragement he should be able to count on from one of the people that is supposed to love him most.
“Well, how about you show me your moves? I bet you’re better than you realize”, I say softly. I smooth the back of my dress down as I kneel on the sidewalk and sit back on my haunches, giving him a warm smile, nodding encouragingly when he blushes and smiles bashfully.
I watch him, smiling softly as he closes his eyes and takes a deep breath. When his eyes pop open again, it’s like a switch has flipped and right before me, he transformed into that confident, smiling little boy that had performed on The Ed Sullivan Show, and stunned everyone with an immense talent that most adults could not even hope to possess. I watch, stunned as he sings and dances, executing every move, every spin with perfect precision, seeing traces of the perfectionist I knew he would grow to become. Even though I was already well aware of the talent he had always possessed, seeing a little nine year old Michael Jackson singing and dancing in person was a whole different level of surreal.
When he finishes and spins, stopping on a dime, he bows before he stands up straight, catching his breath. I grin, clapping enthusiastically.
“That was amazing! You’re very talented, Michael!” I say, still beaming up at him proudly.
“Really?! Thanks, Miss Kendra!” He says, flashing me his gap-toothed smile.
“Really!” I reply, nodding. “I bet you a million bucks you’ll be a famous superstar one day!” I add, pressing my lips together to keep from laughing. He had no idea just how massively famous he would be one day.
“Famous?! Wow…” Michael breathes, looking off as though in a daydream at the thought. Before I have the chance to reply, a woman’s voice calls for him from the house. He looks to the house before he looks back at me and smiles. “That’s Mother. I better go” he says.
I gasp softly in surprise as, without a second of hesitation, he steps closer, wrapping his arms around my neck in a tight hug. I slowly bring my hands up to wrap around him in a warm, loving hug, smiling softly. “Good luck at your audition, sweetheart. You’re gonna do great”, I say encouragingly, smiling as we part.
“Thanks, Miss Kendra. I’ll see ya later!” he says, giving me a shy smile before he turns and runs to the front door of his house. I smile when he opens the door before he turns, waving to me. I chuckle softly and wave back, watching as he disappears inside.
As soon as I am alone once more, I close my eyes as my hand reaches down to press against my abdomen, feeling the same pull I had felt before I ended up here. In the blink of an eye I disappear into thin air. I let out a harsh breath and open my eyes, only to realize I am in a different place entirely, and I could only assume a different time. This was the weirdest dream I had ever had.
I walk down the hall of whatever establishment I had found myself in. I turn and realize with disgusted clarity that I’m in a seedy strip joint, still in Gary. It must not have been very long since I’d seen Michael the first time. I knew he and his brothers had continued to perform in these places, even after their Motown audition, but thankfully not for much longer. I scan the room, my stomach turning when I spot him. He looks so confused and scared, surrounded by rowdy adult men that catcall to the scantily clad women dancing on the stage, some completely topless. My eyes follow him as he slips away from the rest of his brothers and makes his way out of the exit door. I make my way around the perimeter of the room and follow after him.
I find him sitting behind a dumpster behind the run-down building and I approach slowly as I speak softly.
“Hey there, sweetheart. You okay?” I ask as I stand a few feet away. Michael gasps softly, turning his head. His eyes widen when he realizes who I am.
“Miss Kendra!” He says, smiling brightly as he quickly comes closer. I kneel down, chuckling softly as he hugs my neck tightly. I return his hug, rubbing his back comfortingly.
“Hello, Michael”, I reply softly before we pull back. I frown slightly as I study his face, which looks troubled, more troubled than any little boy ever should be. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?”
Michael looks down at his feet, looking almost ashamed. He shrugs, muttering softly. “I don’t like performing in places like this. I know my mother wouldn’t like it. She would be so upset and ashamed.”
My heart breaks for him and I frown, reaching out to touch his chin, gently tipping his head to make him look at me, my heart clenching at the sadness and shame in his dark eyes.
“She wouldn’t be upset or ashamed of you, sweetheart. She would know it wasn’t your fault”, I assure him softly. My heart breaks at the thought of him carrying this unnecessary guilt. My anger towards Joseph swells in the pit of my stomach. Knowing how he had raised his children had always disgusted me, but seeing the effect it had on Michael firsthand and in person made the feeling so much worse.
His chin trembles slightly, his eyes shining with unshed tears. “You promise?” He asks, his voice small, making my heart clench in my chest.
“I promise, honey”, I say softly, stroking his cheek with the backs of my fingers. “I’m sure your mother loves you very, very much and you could never do anything to make her stop, ever.”
I watch as his sadness melts away, replaced with the bright smile I was used to seeing on his little face. I smile and chuckle softly as he hugs me again, which I return, wrapping him up in a warm, comforting hug, wanting him to feel the love and support I knew he was missing from Joseph. Suddenly, the back door of the strip joint bangs open just around the corner and we hear Joseph’s voice yelling for him.
“Michael! You out here?!” He shouts, and my heart breaks when I feel Michael’s entire body go stiff in my arms.
“I-I better go before I get in trouble”, Michael whispers sadly. “I don’t wanna make Joseph mad.” I hated that I had to let him go, but I knew I did. I smile sadly and press a gentle kiss to his cheek.
“Alright, sweetheart. I’ll see you later, okay?” I whisper softly. Michael nods, giving me a sad smile before he turns and walks around the corner.
“I told you to stay put. Get your ass inside before I get my belt, boy!” I hear Joseph growl angrily, making my jaw clench. It took all my self-control to stay hidden. Someone needed to punch that bastard and give him a taste of his own medicine one day. I get to my feet, only to feel that feeling in my stomach again, making me groan.
“Not again..” I mutter under my breath. However, that inevitable wave of nausea hits me and I close my eyes, vanishing to another place and time.
When I open my eyes, I look around, trying to get my bearings. I realize I’m in…a broom closet?
“What the hell?” I mutter, huffing as I trip over various mops, brooms and other things in the dark. I groan as I nearly fall, sending a stack of ‘Wet Floor’ signs that had been propped against a wall clattering all over the floor. I growl in irritation, reaching around in the dark for a door knob. When I find it, I twist and push the door open, practically spilling out and falling on my face.
“Miss…Miss Kendra?” I suddenly hear a familiar voice, though it sounds confused, and a bit amused. I look up, blushing and grimacing slightly. I notice the instantly recognizable purple hat and vest he’s wearing, and I have no need to ask when and where I am. I was clearly backstage at The Ed Sullivan Show in 1969, one of the first television appearances of Michael's career.
“H-Hey, sweetheart”, I say as I pull myself up onto my hands and knees. Michael shakes himself out of his amused stupor and rushes over, offering me a hand. I smile and chuckle softly as I take it and pull myself to my feet.
“Miss Kendra, what were you doing in a broom closet?” He asks, grinning and giggling softly.
My blush deepens and I smile sheepishly. “I’m not really sure”, I mutter softly. I mentally kick myself at the confused look that comes over his face, and quickly steer the conversation. There was no way his eleven year old self could possibly handle the truth. To be honest, I still wasn’t entirely sure what the truth was. I had convinced myself that this was a dream. However, every time Michael had hugged me I could physically feel it. It felt more real than any dream I had ever had. But what other explanation was there? The thought of time travel being real was ridiculous. But here I was, standing in front of an eleven year old Michael Jackson in 1969 and the bruises I could practically feel forming from my little tumble out of the broom closet sure as hell felt real. “Are you getting ready to perform?” I ask, smiling as I crouch down to his level. Thankfully, my question successfully distracts him from his own, and he grins excitedly, nodding.
“Yeah! We’re performing on The Ed Sullivan Show! Can you believe it?!” He asks, beaming proudly, making me chuckle softly.
“Of course I can! I told you you’d be a superstar one day!” I say, smiling back at him, just as proud. He blushes, giggling shyly as he ducks his head before he looks back up at me, gasping.
“Miss Kendra, will you stay and watch the show?!” He asks, a hopeful smile lighting up his little face. I chuckle softly and nod. As if I could say no!
“I wouldn’t miss it, sweetheart”, I say, hoping I would be able to keep my word and not get pulled away to another place and time before I got the chance.
We eventually hear Jackie calling for him, shouting that it’s time to go on. I smile and reach out, squeezing Michael’s hand encouragingly.
“Knock ‘em dead, honey. You’re gonna do great!” I say, smiling when he grins. I chuckle softly and hug him back when he flings his arms around me in a quick hug before he turns and runs off to join his brothers.
I find somewhere to watch from backstage, being sure to remain unseen. I watch in awe as, even at a mere eleven years old, Michael performs to perfection, giving his all and leaving it out onstage. I beam proudly, watching as the audience cheers loudly when he and his brothers bow. I watch as Michael and his brothers have a short interview with Ed Sullivan before they make their way backstage. I go back to where we had met outside the broom closet. I smile as I hear him walk through the halls, quietly calling my name, but not wanting to attract unwanted attention.
“I’m here, Michael”, I say as I step out into view. It wouldn’t do for one of his brothers or Joseph to see me. If they saw me again in a different time, looking exactly the same and not having aged, how the hell would I even begin to explain myself?
Michael smiles, running over to me as I kneel down on the floor. “Did you see me, Miss Kendra?! Did you see?!”
I grin proudly, nodding as I take both his hands in mine, squeezing gently. “I did see! I told you you’d be great!”
“Thanks, Miss Kendra”, Michael replies, giggling and grinning happily at my praise.
“You’re welcome, honey”, I reply with a chuckle as he blushes. “How have you been?” I ask curiously, hoping he was doing alright with his newfound fame.
“I’m great! We were signed onto Motown Records! We actually just released our first album two days ago!” He informs me excitedly.
“That’s amazing! I’m not surprised though. I can see how talented you are, and the people in the audience loved you!” I reply proudly.
We sit on the hallway floor, our backs to the wall as we talk for a bit. Unfortunately, the inevitable comes and you hear Jermaine’s voice calling you from nearby.
“Oh! I gotta go! See you later, Miss Kendra!” Michael says quickly, hugging me, running off before I even have the chance to return it and disappears around the corner. I raise an amused brow, wondering why he was in such a hurry. I had no clue that he was trying to protect me. The last thing he wanted was for any of his brothers to see me.
Alone once more, I groan when I feel that now familiar tug in the pit of my stomach. I close my eyes as I feel myself being transported to yet another place and time. I carefully make my way through the halls of whatever building I had just popped up in, hoping I would find Michael somewhere. Whatever weird dream this was, it was clearly centered around him. I breathe a sigh of relief when I turn a corner and I find him standing there, looking both nervous and excited. I study him, recognizing his outfit, consisting of black pants, a white dress shirt with a red sweater vest on top. I smile, realizing it’s 1973, and he was about to perform “Ben” at the Academy Awards.
“Hey there, sweetheart”, I say as I come up and tap him on the shoulder. I grin as he quickly spins around, his eyes going wide as he gasps in surprise.
“Miss Kendra?! What are you doing here?!” He asks with a happy laugh as he steps forward and hugs my waist. He was quite a bit taller than the last time I saw him, which for me was mere seconds ago. I smile, somewhat sadly as I return his tight hug, realizing it had been a few years for him.
“Look at you! A teenager now!” I say, grinning, while subtly sidestepping his question. My grin softens and I cock my head curiously as he blushes, grinning shyly as he looks away, scratching the back of his neck. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say he seemed nervous.
“W-Well, it- it has been a few y-years…” Michael replies with a shy chuckle.
“That's true”, I reply, nodding. “And I’m sorry about that. How have you been?”
Michael moves to sit on the floor with his back against the wall. I smooth down the back of my dress and carefully lower myself to the floor to sit beside him as he shrugs.
“I’m fine. It’s just…a lot sometimes, you know?” He says softly as he looks down at his hands as they rest in his lap. “My whole life I’ve been a poor kid from Gary, Indiana. Now we’re living in California, in a huge house, brand new cars, more money than we’ve ever had. But now I can’t even relax. There’s no time for fun. If we’re not onstage performing, we’re practicing to get ready for the next one. And I can’t go anywhere without being mobbed.” He sighs, glancing at me with a grimacing smile.
I cock my head, frowning slightly in concern. “What is it, Michael?” *I ask gently.
“I just…I feel ungrateful, complaining that we were successful”, he explains softly, and I shake my head.
“Michael, you have every right to want a normal childhood. That doesn’t make you ungrateful, it makes you human. You’ve been thrown, pretty suddenly, into this whole new life. It’s a lot for anyone to handle, let alone someone your age”, I say softly as I reach over, squeezing his hand gently.
“Thanks for being here, Miss Kendra”, Michael replies, and I smile softly as he lays his head on my shoulder.
“I’ll be here whenever I can”, I reply softly as I rest my cheek against the top of his head.
After a while we get up, knowing he would have to perform soon. I walk with him to the main backstage area. I find a spot to watch without being seen and I smile, giving him a thumbs up when he looks back at me one last time before making his way to the stage. I watch as he performs, smiling as proud as ever.
I’m there waiting when he returns and I smile, clutching his arms as he walks up to me and pulling him into a tight hug.
“You were great out there!” I say, smiling curiously when I pull back to find him blushing and smiling bashfully. I brush it off, thinking nothing of it as we talk for a little while.
Eventually it is time for him to go and, just like before, I slip away to another place and time after he leaves me alone. When I materialize and take in my surroundings, I realize I’m on the rooftop of a building. It’s nighttime, the New York City skyline gleaming in the dark. I look over, noticing Michael standing hunched over, his arms resting on the railing as he just gazes silently at the people walking below on the sidewalk. I silently walk a bit closer, a soft breeze ruffling my hair. As I look closer at him, I realize he must be around sixteen by now.
“Hello, Michael”, I say softly, not wanting to startle him. However, I am the one startled when he gasps sharply, instantly recognizing my voice, and he quickly spins around, his eyes wide in surprise.
“K-Kendra?! How- What are you doing here?!” He breathes in shock, grinning and laughing happily as he swoops down, now much taller than me, and pulls me into a tight hug. I giggle softly as I wrap my arms around him, returning his hug just as tightly, having to stand on my tiptoes now to reach him.
“Wow, look at you! You’ve gone and grown up on me!” I say, once again managing to avoid answering his question.
“Y-Yeah, I-I guess I did”, Michael says with a shy chuckle, his hand coming up to rub the back of his neck as he looks down at his feet.
I grin and chuckle softly at his bashfulness, still completely oblivious to why he had seemed so shy the past couple of times I had seen him. I cock my head, noticing his eyes seem a bit glassy and I frown as I peer up at him, my hand coming up to cup his cheek, looking him over in concern.
“Michael? Are you alright?” I ask softly. It was obvious that something was weighing on him. He sighs, closing his eyes as he leans into my touch. However, he realizes what he’s doing, his eyes opening as he blushes and turns, looking back out over the city.
“Would you think I was crazy if I said I was jealous of all those people down there?” He asks, gesturing to the people milling about on the sidewalk below.
“What do you mean, sweetheart?” I ask as I look down at them before I look back to him, searching his face.
“Everyone down there is free. They can go anywhere they want. They can do whatever they want. I know my brothers and I are lucky to have our success, and I’m grateful. Really, I am, but….sometimes I just want to walk around and have no one even notice me. I love performing, but sometimes I can’t help but wish that I was just like everybody else”
I smile sadly, leaning over the railing beside you as we watch the people walking below. “I know, Michael. But I’ve told you before, you have every right to feel that way. I can’t imagine what it’s like, not being able to do simple things like go grocery shopping, or go to the movies, just take a walk around the city. Those mundane, every day things are something the rest of us take for granted.”
“Thanks, Kendra. I’m glad you’re here”, Michael replies softly, smiling over at me before he blushes, looking away again. I watch him as he watches the people, sadness still swimming in his eyes.
“Wait here, okay? I’ll be right back”, I say, giving him a mischievous smile.
“Oookay…” He replies with a confused smile, watching with a raised brow as I quickly run over to the door. I make my way all the way down and out of the hotel. I find a nearby shop and hope they don’t pay too close attention to my money. I didn’t need the hassle of people questioning why the hell I had money from a year that hadn’t happened yet.
About twenty minutes later I return, panting softly. I had run the whole way there and back, petrified that I would be whisked away and he would be left thinking I had just abandoned him without a word. I walk over to where he stands by the railing on the roof, carrying a plastic shopping bag.
Michael watches with curious amusement as I pull out a tube of hair gel, a black fedora and a pair of thick, black-rimmed reading glasses. I urge him to sit down, too short to reach his hair as he looms over me. He obediently sits, still watching me curiously as I squeeze some hair gel into my palm.
“Uh…Kendra? What are you doing?” He asks, laughter in his voice.
“Shh, just trust me”, I reply, making him giggle softly. He goes quiet, just watching me as I smooth his hair down with the gel. It looked a mess, but it would have to do. Next I put the glasses on his face before I set the fedora on top of his head, adjusting it until it’s straight. “Oh! I almost forgot!” I say, grinning as I pull out the last item. I giggle as he grins, realizing that it is a fake mustache. I take it out of the packaging and place it on his face, over his top lip, adjusting it until it’s just right, making sure it will stick. “There! Now you’re ready”, I say, grinning as I offer him my hands to help him up.
He takes my hands and I help pull him to his feet. He raises a brow, smirking down at me. “Uh….Ready for what, exactly?”
“To go down there, silly! C’mon!” I say with a laugh as I grab his hand and tug him with me as I walk towards the door. Michael’s eyes widen and he tugs at my hand, shaking his head quickly.
“Wh-What?! K-Kendra, no. I can’t go down there!” He says nervously. I stop and turn to him, my eyes softening.
“Michael, you’ll be fine, I promise. Besides, you don’t look anything like Michael Jackson”, I assure him, smirking.
“Really? How- How do I look?” He asks, reaching up to adjust the fake mustache.
“Absolutely ridiculous”, I say with a giggle before I tug at his hand again. “Now, let’s go!”
We laugh excitedly as we make our way downstairs and make our way outside the hotel. We walk hand in hand through the sea of people, all of them oblivious that a celebrity is among them. I smile as I look over, watching as Michael smiles, looking like a kid in a candy store as we walk around, surrounded by hundreds of people, and not a single one of them knowing who was walking next to them. He looked free and happy, his earlier sadness gone.
As though whatever mysterious force had brought me here knew Michael needed this, I’m given more time than I ever have been before. All the other times I had come to him through time had been mere moments. But this time, we’re given hours. We explore the city, window shopping. We buy a couple hot dogs from a street vendor and sit on a nearby bench, eating and talking, not once being bombarded by fans, giving him the chance to feel normal, even if it’s only temporary. We even go to a nearby park, sitting next to each other on the swings, swinging gently as we just talk, about anything and everything.
We eventually make our way back to the hotel and make our way up to Michael’s room, having to find a way to sneak around Bill, who would have definitely not appreciated if he knew he had snuck off in New York City to explore on his own. We laugh as we successfully make it into his room without being caught. I sit down on the edge of the bed as he takes off the hat I had bought, setting it on a nearby table. I grin, giggling softly as I see the absolute mess I’d made of his hair. He comes over and sits next to me and I turn to him. I press my lips together to hold it in, but I can’t help but laugh, the fake mustache still plastered to his upper lip.
“What’s so funny?” Michael asks, giggling as I point and laugh. “O-Oh! R-Right..” He says, realizing why I’m laughing and he giggles, taking it off before he sets it aside. “I’m gonna go clean up real quick. Don’t go anywhere!” He says before he gets up, disappearing into the bathroom and closing the door.
I continue to sit on the bed, waiting patiently for Michael to return. A short time later he emerges from the bathroom, his hair no longer matted down by copious amounts of hair gel, looking like his normal self again.
“Much better”, Michael says, giggling as I grin up at him as he walks over and sits next to me on the edge of the bed.
“Did you have fun?” I ask, my grin softening.
“I did. That’s the most fun I’ve had in a long time. Thank you, Kendra”, Michael says softly, his dark eyes looking into mine.
“You’re welcome, Michael. I’m glad you had f-”, I start to reply. However, I’m cut off by him suddenly leaning forward and pressing his lips to mine.
My eyes widen as I sit, frozen. After a few seconds he realizes I’m not kissing him back and he pulls back. He blushes and looks away, obviously embarrassed.
“I-I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t- I shouldn’t have done that without- without asking. Oh God, please don’t hate me!” Michael says, his words tumbling out quickly as he panics slightly. My eyes widen in alarm and I reach out, squeezing his hand as I try to calm him down.
“Michael, it’s okay”, I say, ducking my head, trying to make him look me in the eye. “Michael, please look at me”, I plead softly as he keeps his head turned, tears in his eyes. He swallows nervously and slowly turns his head to look at me.
“Y-You’re not mad at me?” Michael asks, his voice quiet and somewhat scared. I frown deeply and shake my head, my hand still holding his.
“Of course not. Michael, listen to me”, I say gently, turning my body to face him fully as we sit across from each other on the foot of the bed. “I’m not- I’m not rejecting you. I need you to understand that. It’s just- You’re only sixteen and I’m an adult. It would be wrong of me to take advantage of you like that. I’m trying to protect you. Do you understand?”
“I-I do”, Michael says, giving me a small, sheepish smile, still blushing. “I’m sorry I kissed you without permission. I just- I’ve had a crush on you for a long time and I just…Yeah. *He says, looking away and chuckling awkwardly as he rubs the back of his neck out of nervous habit.
“R-Really?” I ask, surprised. All those times he had blushed around me, I had simply chalked it up to shyness. Never in a million years could I fathom that he would feel that way. Our eyes meet and it’s my turn to blush, and I smile shyly, looking away. I bite my lip before I look back at him. “Well…When you’re older, if you still- if you still feel that way-“
“I won’t change my mind”, He says before I can even finish my sentence, making my shy smile widen to a grin as I look away, giggling softly.
We sit and talk for a while, but we’re interrupted when we hear the sound of someone unlocking the door of the suite. I frown as Michael’s eyes widen when he hears his brothers voices.
“Hide! You have to hide!” Michael whispers as he quickly stands, tugging me to my feet. He practically pushes me into a nearby closet as I continue to frown in confusion at his sudden panic.
“Michael, what’s the matter?” I ask, wondering why the hell he had me standing in a coat closet.
“My brother’s can’t see you. If they see you they’ll try- Just…My brother’s are pigs when it comes to women. I know they’d try something if they see you. I can’t- I won’t let that happen. Just stay quiet until I get them to leave, okay?” He asks, his dark, warm eyes pleading.
“Alright”, I reply softly, nodding, not wanting to upset him further, though I was touched by his effort to protect me. I sigh softly as he closes the door, leaving me in the pitch black coat closet. Not even a second later the bedroom door opens, Jermaine and Tito walking in, talking and laughing about the girls they’d met at their concert the night before, who were currently downstairs, waiting for them in the lobby. I frown in distaste as I hear the less than gentlemanly conversation through the closet door about all the things they were planning to do to them later. “Ugh, gross”, I whisper under my breath, still floored that Michael grew up to be such a gentleman, in spite of being surrounded by the world’s shittiest male role models.
Meanwhile, Michael had quickly sat back on his bed, grabbing a book off the nightstand and opening it as he pretends to have been here the whole time, reading. Jermaine and Tito look over, rolling their eyes, not surprised to find him doing just that.
“You’re gonna miss out on a lot of hot, easy tail, Mike”, Jermaine says, he and Tito smirking at each other and chuckling as they think about the poor girls who had fallen for their charms and were currently waiting for them down in the lobby.
“Nah, I’m good”, Michael mumbles absentmindedly as he turns a page, continuing to pretend to read, though he was tense, just praying neither of them opened the closet to find me there.
“Man, you need to loosen up. Go out and meet a pretty girl and get yourself some”, Tito says, nudging Michael’s arm as he walks past. I continue to stand still and silent in the closet, gagging as his brothers essentially encourage him to be a complete sleaze.
“No thanks”, Michael murmurs in reply, keeping his eyes on the words on the page, though not taking in a word, hoping they would go away.
“C’mon, man. We got some hotties waiting downstairs. Why don’t you come with us?” Jermaine tries one last time as they finish getting ready.
“I said I’m good. More poor, naive girls for you guys, alright?” Michael says, still pretending to read. I smirk as I stand in the closet, rather proud of his passive aggressive reply.
“Whatever, man. Let’s go”, Tito says, he and Jermaine rolling their eyes before, finally, they leave.
Michael quickly stands, peeking out the door and watching until he sees for himself that they’ve left the suite. He comes back over and opens the closet door, smiling sheepishly.
“Sorry about that”, Michael says softly, blushing, knowing I had heard everything. I smile softly as I step out. I reach for his hand, squeezing it reassuringly.
“It’s alright”, I reply softly. I peer up at him, searching his eyes as he continues to blush in embarrassment. “I know you’re nothing like them, Michael.”
“I’ll never be like them”, Michael says, shaking his head, frowning in distaste. “Mother would be heartbroken if she knew how my brothers and Joseph act when we’re on the road.” I smile sadly and stand on my tiptoes to wrap my arms around him, hugging him tightly.
“Well, she would be proud to know that you have remained a gentleman. You’re not responsible for their behavior”, I say softly before I pull back.
We sit back on the bed, just talking, getting to know each other. I still couldn’t believe how much time I was being allowed to have with him. But as soon as I think that, I feel that pull in the pit of my stomach.
“M-Michael, there’s- there’s something I need to tell you”, I say, my words coming out quick, making him frown at my sudden alarm.
“O-Okay. What- What is it?” Michael asks, still frowning at my obvious agitation.
“This- This is going to sound crazy, but I swear, I’m telling the truth”, I say, my eyes searching his. “Michael, I-I’m not from here”, I shake my head, trying to gather my words, knowing I wasn’t making sense. “I mean I’m not from this…time”, I say, cringing as he leans back slightly, as though trying to distance himself from the crazy lady in his room.
“Wh-What do you mean?” He asks as he continues to scoot further back, making my heart clench in my chest.
“I’m-“, I start to say before I sigh heavily and take a deep breath before I try again. “I’m from 2009. And I know that sounds crazy, but it’s true!”
“2-2009? What are you talking about, Kendra?” He asks, frowning deeply as he stands from the bed, looking a little scared of me. I hated seeing him looking at me like that, but I couldn’t exactly blame him. I knew I must sound like a raving lunatic.
“Yes. I don’t know how I keep coming to you like this, but that is where I’m from. I’m just as freaked out as you are about this”, I say, though that might not have been quite true if the way he kept backing up further away from me was any indication. “Please believe me! I wouldn’t lie to you, Michael, ever. I-“ I say, but my words are cut off as I suddenly vanish before his eyes.
Tears of frustration fill my eyes as I reappear in yet another place and time. I hated that I had left him like that, looking scared and confused. I never wanted him to look at me that way. I close my eyes and take a deep breath, forcing myself to calm down. I open my eyes, looking around as I try to figure out when and where I am.
As I look around I find that I’m in an apartment. I glance out the window and realize I’m still in New York. I walk around the large living room until I notice a newspaper discarded on the coffee table. I pick it up, looking at the date.
“September 3, 1977”, I murmur softly. With the date and the fact that I was in an apartment in New York City, I come to the conclusion that Michael must be in the middle of filming The Wiz.
I find Michael’s room and sit on the foot of his bed, waiting patiently. If whatever force was behind all of this brought me here, it must be where I am meant to be. It doesn’t take long before I hear the door opening and closing. I hear muffled steps coming closer and Michael walks around the corner and into his bedroom, only to stop in his tracks when he sees me sitting there on his bed, his eyes widening.
“Kendra!” Michael breathes in shock before he snaps himself out of his stupor. My eyes widen slightly as he rushes over and unceremoniously pulls me to my feet, only to wrap his arms around me in a tight hug, his voice muffled against my shoulder. “I thought I was going crazy. I thought- I thought this whole time you were a figment of my imagination, something my mind made up because I was so lonely. But then- then I started to wonder if you were a ghost, or an angel.” I blush at his last words, chuckling softly as I hug him just as tightly.
“I’m afraid not. I’m very much alive and very much human”, I reply, grinning as I continue to hold him, one of my hands coming up to cup the back of his head as he continues to cling to me tightly.
“I-I missed you”, he says softly as he pulls back, his dark eyes searching mine. I smile shyly, blushing at the way he’s looking at me.
“Well, I’m here now”, I reply just as softly. Michael continues to stare into my eyes before he suddenly leans in, closing his eyes as his lips capture mine. I gasp softly, frozen in surprise for a moment before I close my eyes, giving in as I return his kiss. My hand moves from the back of his head to his cheek, my other hand moving to the other one, cradling his face between them.
Sensing his inexperience, my thumbs stroke his cheeks as I kiss him slowly. I hum softly as his lips begin to move slowly over mine and it doesn’t take long for him to find the rhythm. I gasp softly, causing my lips to part against his when his arm tightens around my waist, his other hand cupping the back of my head as he tilts his head slightly. I moan softly as he takes the opportunity, dipping his tongue into my mouth to stroke my own. My fingers thread through his hair, standing on my tiptoes as he pulls me flush against him. We kiss passionately until the need for air can no longer be ignored. When he pulls back my eyes flutter open, looking a bit dazed, to peer up into his own.
“I told you I wouldn’t change my mind”, Michael says softly, a small smirk playing on his lips as his hand comes up, stroking my cheek with the backs of his fingers. I blush, grinning shyly before I close my eyes and sigh, leaning into his gentle touch.
“I-I guess not”, I whisper, giggling softly as I peer up at him, my thumb still stroking his cheek as we hold each other close.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do that”, he says softly, his eyes searching my face. I smile softly and lean in, pecking his lips sweetly before we both move to sit on the bed, my hand clasped in his own, his fingers gently playing with mine.
“So, how have you been? What are you up to?” I ask, wanting to make sure he was doing okay.
“I’ve been good. I’m actually filming The Wiz right now!” Michael says, grinning excitedly. “I’ve always wanted to get into movies, so I’m having a lot of fun.” I grin, glad to see him so happy.
“I thought you might be”, I say with a knowing smile. Michael grins, giggling softly.
“That’s right. I guess- I guess you already know all this stuff”, he says, referencing the last time he had seen me, when I had told him I was from the future. “I, um…I have to admit, I kind of thought you were crazy, but…but when you vanished, right before my eyes..”
“I can’t blame you”, I say, chuckling softly. “I would’ve thought I was crazy, too.”
Michael grins, giggling softly as we continue to sit and talk. As we do, I tell him about my life. I tell him about my family and where I’m from, about all of my favorite things.
“Ya know, you’re technically older than me. I won’t be born until 1987”, I say, grinning as that realization dawns on him.
“This is so weird and confusing”, Michael says, chuckling as he scratches the back of his neck, and I laugh, nodding.
“Yes, it is”, I agree. “One minute I’m just taking a walk in my neighborhood in L.A. and the next I’m in Gary, Indiana, meeting a little Michael Jackson. This has been a….very, very weird day”, I say, laughing softly. I was so relieved that I could finally tell him everything. It made this whole thing even more overwhelming to deal with it alone. Michael grins softly, his thumb stroking mine as he continues to hold my hand.
“Well, I’m glad it happened. I know we haven’t had a lot of time together, but…you mean a lot to me, Kendra”, he says softly.
“You mean a lot to me, too, Michael”, I reply just as softly. My stomach flips as the thought crosses my mind that I hoped that no matter what had brought me here, I prayed that it was enough to save you. The knowledge of what your future has in store still weighs on me heavily, but I wasn’t ready to tell you about that yet. You were only nineteen. That was way too young to be confronted with your mortality. That you would be cheated so abominably as to only get fifty years to live was not something anyone deserved to hear.
My thoughts are abruptly cut off as I suddenly find Michael’s lips on mine. I hum softly and close my eyes, my hands coming up to thread through his hair as one of his hands grips my hip, the other resting on my thigh. I hum softly as we make out on the foot of the bed. However, I pull back, whimpering in alarm when I feel that tug in the pit of my stomach. Michael opens his eyes, frowning at the look in my eyes. His eyes go sad as he realizes what is about to happen. He smiles sadly as he reaches up to stroke my cheek, whispering softly.
“It’s alright. I’ll see you again soon”, Michael whispers before he leans back in to kiss me softly until I disappear into thin air.
My eyes flutter open a moment later to find myself in a dimly lit recording studio. I look around, smiling softly as I find Michael sitting at the soundboard. It was obviously sometime in 1979, and I knew he must be in the process of recording Off the Wall. I bite my lip as I watch him for a moment as he bobs his head to the music playing softly, his nimble fingers occasionally adjusting a knob or switch on the board here and there. I cock my head curiously as he goes still and sits up straight. I can’t see his face, but he closes his eyes, taking a deep breath, but I don't realize why.
“For fuck sake”, Michael murmurs softly, his hands coming up to scrub at his face. I raise a brow, surprised to hear him speak like that, and wondering why he did all of a sudden. However, he answers my unspoken question in the next breath. “I can smell her perfume. God, I’m going crazy!” He groans before he sighs and sits back in his chair. I bite my lip, holding back a giggle before I reach out and gently touch his shoulder.
“I’m here, Michael”, I say softly. I gasp as, in a flash, Michael is out of his chair and pulling me into his arms. I squeak softly as he crashes his lips over mine, wasting no time.
I moan into his mouth as his tongue pushes its way into my mouth to stroke my own as he backs me up against the nearest wall. His large hands grip my hips before traveling up my sides and further still to cup my face, cradling it tenderly as he kisses me deeply and hungrily. After several minutes he presses his forehead to mine, both of us panting heavily against each other’s lips.
“I don’t want to waste another second”, Michael whispers, his eyes, which are usually warm and gentle, open to peer into my own, now dark and heated with unmistakable desire. “I want you, baby. Can I have you?” He whispers, his normally soft, sweet voice roughened with desire as his hand moves down to stroke my thigh, his fingers teasingly slipping beneath the hem of my short dress, his lips kissing along my jawline and over my neck. His lips move to my ear, kissing the sensitive spot just beneath it. I moan softly, my body reacting immediately, feeling my pussy instantly becoming wet with arousal.
“Y-Yes! God, yes”, I whisper breathily, my body trembling with anticipation.
Michael moans in relief at my reply and both of his hands reach down to grip the backs of my thighs. I gasp as he effortlessly lifts me, urging me to wrap my legs around his waist as his hands grip my ass beneath my dress. He pulls me away from the wall, carrying me across the room to a large couch.
He gently lays me down, his intense eyes peering down at me as he gently grips my ankle, removing one sandal from my foot, then the other. My breath hitches softly as his long fingers caress my soft skin. His hands slowly glide up the length of my calves before moving higher, palming my thighs. I bite my lip as I continue to watch him, moaning softly as he pushes my dress higher. He looks at me questioningly and I nod before I lift my arms, allowing him to pull it gently up and over my head. He tosses my dress to the floor, moaning softly as I lie beneath him in my bra and panties.
Michael leans down, kissing me deeply as his hands continue to explore my curves. I moan as I return his kiss before his lips move to my neck. My back arches slightly when I feel his hands slip beneath my back, my hand coming up to gently comb through his hair as he kisses and licks at the soft skin of my neck as his fingers work the clasp of my bra.
I shiver when he pulls it off of me and tosses it to the floor, the cool air of the studio washing over my bare skin. I moan softly, my nipples hardening instantly. I gasp, my back arching higher off the couch as his lips trail down my chest. My eyes close and my lips part slightly with a soft moan as his lips wrap around my right nipple. My fingers comb through his hair gently as he licks and sucks the hardened bud into his warm, wet mouth. I moan as he kisses his way across my chest to show my left nipple equal attention, his hands stroking my thighs. Michael releases my nipple with a soft pop, lifting his head to peer down at me. His thumbs hook into the waistband of my panties as his eyes search my own.
“Can I take these off now, baby?” He asks, tugging at them teasingly. I blush, biting my lip, but I nod silently as I continue to peer up at him. He moans softly in relief and slowly tugs my panties down my legs before tossing them to the floor to join the rest of my discarded clothes. I blush from my cheeks to the swell of my breasts as I lie naked on the couch, his dark eyes raking over my body slowly.
“You are so beautiful”, Michael whispers, his hands moving over my curves almost reverently. I whimper softly at his words and I bite my lip, closing my eyes as I moan softly. I arch my back as he cups and palms my breasts in his hands. He leans back down to kiss me again, his lips then moving to my neck.
Michael’s lips travel slowly down my body, his tongue darting out to taste my skin. My lips part with a soft moan as he palms my breasts, licking and sucking at my nipples once more before he continues to move lower. I bite my lip as I lift my head, watching him. Another low moan escapes me as his dark eyes peer up at me, his lips caressing the soft skin of my abdomen. My abs clench when his tongue teases my belly button before he continues to move lower. His teeth nip teasingly at my hips before he gently spreads my thighs.
“M-Michael? W-What are you d-doing?” I whisper as I peer down at him, blushing hotly as he moves to lie on his stomach, draping my thighs over his shoulders. He smirks up at me, biting his lip as his big hands smooth over my thighs.
“What does it look like I’m doing?” He mutters softly as his lips, teeth and tongue begin to tease my inner thighs. I can’t stop the moan that escapes my parted lips, even as I blush.
“M-Michael, you don’t- you don’t have to do that”, I whisper breathily, my hips squirming as my body begins to immediately respond to his actions. He looks up at me, his brow raising as a smirk plays at his lips.
“Believe me, baby, I want to”, Michael whispers before he lowers his head once more.
I moan softly at his words and lie back on the couch. I stare up at the ceiling, biting my lip and whimpering softly as his lips and tongue lick, kiss and suck at my thighs, slowly moving closer to where I desperately need his touch most. I moan lowly as he teases my pussy lips, purposely avoiding my clit. After a few minutes I finally moan pleadingly, my pussy dripping with need.
“M-Michael, please!” I whine softly, my hips squirming as he continues to hold my thighs over his shoulders.
He chuckles softly and finally, his head dips lower before he drags his hot, wet tongue up the length of my slit, from my tight entrance, to my clit. I gasp when the tip of his tongue catches the small bundle of nerves. It’s quickly followed by a loud cry as he wraps his lips around it and sucks hard, pulling my sensitive clit deep into his mouth, his tongue stroking and flicking over it teasingly.
My hands quickly move to his head, my fingers threading through his hair as I moan in pleasure. He releases my clit, only to move lower, his tongue moving in teasing circles over my tight entrance. My eyes roll back and my back arches as he suddenly plunges his tongue inside me.
“F-Fuck!” I moan loudly, my hips beginning to roll against his face as he eats my pussy.
Michael growls lowly in approval, burrowing his face deeper in my wet folds. His fingers bite into my thighs as he sucks hungrily at my entrance. My head arches back, my eyes still rolled back in my head. My moans steadily grow louder and higher in pitch, and I begin to pant as I feel pleasure pooling in my abdomen.
“M-Michael? W-What’s happening to m-me?” I whisper through a helpless whine as pleasure begins to overwhelm my body. He moans at my question and lifts his head to peer up at me, his dark eyes burning with desire, my juices glistening on his face.
“You’re about to cum, baby girl. Just let it happen”, He whispers before he lunges at me once more, eating my pussy like a man starved.
I pant heavily, my moans only growing louder and higher in pitch with each passing second as he laps at my dripping pussy hungrily. I gasp sharply, slamming my head back on the couch and arching my back as a wave of intense pleasure washes over me and I cum, my juices flooding over his tongue as my skin flushes with the evidence of my orgasm.
“F-Fuck! Oh God, yes! Mi- Michael!” I cry his name, the sound echoing off the walls of the studio. I whimper, my hips jerking slightly as he laps up my cum, moaning in pleasure as he swallows every drop. My body relaxes into the cushions, feeling weightless as my fingers gently comb through his hair, my other hand moving to his cheek, my thumb stroking his soft skin.
Once he’s satisfied he turns his head slightly, pressing a gentle kiss to my palm. He moves back up my body, his hand cupping my cheek as he kisses me deeply. I moan softly, tasting myself on his tongue. He rests his body on top of mine as we kiss passionately. A muffled groan leaves me, feeling his hard bulge pressing against my pussy.
Michael pulls back before getting to his feet. He slips off his shoes and socks before he begins to unbutton his shirt. His intense gaze doesn’t leave mine as I lie on the couch, panting softly. My eyes watch his movements, his fingers slowly unbuttoning his shirt before he pulls it off, letting it fall to the floor. I whimper softly and my eyes dart down as his hands move to unbuckle his belt. He undoes his pants, letting them fall to pool around his feet, his foot pushing them aside. His boxers quickly follow and I moan softly, my eyes taking in his body for the first time, completely in awe of him.
Michael moves back down over me on the couch, his hand stroking my cheek as he captures my lips. I moan softly into the kiss as he lies on top of me once more, a shiver of pleasure moving through my body as we are now skin to skin. His hand moves back to grip my thigh, pulling it up to wrap around his waist as he grinds his hard cock agains my wet pussy.
“Are you ready, baby?” He whispers against my lips, his eyes searching mine for any signs of hesitation.
“Y-Yes”, I whisper softly as I peer back at him, my hand coming up to stroke his cheek. I had no doubts in this moment. I knew he was the only man I could ever want.
Michael moans at my immediate reply and crashes his lips over mine. I whimper as his hand cups the back of my head, his other hand reaching down to grip his rigid shaft. He teases my wet folds with his swollen head, quickly becoming drenched in my arousal. He guides his hard cock to my tight, virgin entrance. He parts his lips from mine, opening his eyes to look into my own as he begins to slowly press inside me. I whimper and wince slightly as he takes my virginity, but the pain is slight and short-lived.
I moan as he slowly slides his length deep inside me, stretching my tight walls to their limit. I wrap my arms around his neck, my legs lifting to wrap around his waist, my ankles locking at his lower back.
“Fuck! You feel so good, baby. So tight!” Michael groans deeply. He goes still, only halfway, closing his eyes as he rests his forehead on my shoulder. He takes several deep, calming breaths, not wanting this to be over before it even starts.
“S-So do you, Michael. So good”, I moan softly in his ear, my hand coming up to stroke the back of his head, my fingers combing through his hair.
He continues to cup the back of my head, his other hand still gripping my thigh, hiking it higher around his waist. He pulls back, only to slowly thrust back into me, giving me more and more of his length with each stroke. My eyes roll back, never having felt so full. I press my face into his neck, my moans and cries of pleasure muffled as I cling to him. After several minutes of him slowly working his cock in and out of me, he manages to sink most of his length inside me. My eyes still rolled back, my mouth falls open with a loud, deep groan of pained pleasure. It feels like his cock is in my stomach, he is so deep inside me.
Michael leans down to kiss and lick at my neck, nipping at my pulse before he sucks hardly at my soft skin, leaving his mark on my flesh. I pant in his ear, moaning and sighing in pleasure as he stays buried deep inside me and begins to roll his hips. His long, rigid shaft strokes every inch of my tight walls perfectly, and I blush as my juices squelch loudly around him.
“Mmm you’re so wet, baby. Does this feel good?” He whispers as he lifts his head, peering down at me heatedly. I moan and whine helplessly with pleasure as I nod quickly.
“Y-Yes! Please don’t- don’t s-stop!” I beg through a low moan, feeling my pussy beginning to pulse around him.
“I won’t stop, baby. Not until you cum for me”, he promises softly, nuzzling my jawline with the tip of his nose before he kisses me deeply.
I moan at his words, my clit throbbing as I near the edge. My legs tighten around him, my fingers gripping his hair tightly as I instinctively begin to meet his thrusts, rolling my hips, the movement allowing him to sink even deeper inside me. That is too much for my body to take and I go still in his arms, my pussy clenching and spasming around his cock.
“MICHAEL!” I shout his name as I cum hard, my juices flooding over his shaft. My skin flushes pink, and my toes curl as pleasure like I’ve never known before crashes over me*
Michael moans, grunting as my already tight walls grip him so tight he can barely move. When my body finally relaxes beneath him, leaving me panting and moaning softly, he begins to thrust into me harder and faster. His movements become erratic, his thrusts uneven as he nears the edge.
I peer up at him through hooded eyes, stroking his cheek as I whisper breathily, “Cum in-inside me, Michael. Please, baby. Cum inside me”, I plead, making him moan loudly.
Michael gives me several more hard, quick thrusts before he holds himself deep inside me and cums, filling my pussy with his thick, warm seed. I moan softly and pull him into a deep, languid kiss, a soft whimper escaping me as I feel his seed dripping out of me and onto the cushion beneath me.
We lie in each other’s arms in the dimly lit studio, our bodies covered in a light sheen of sweat, our legs tangled together. My fingers draw random patterns on his chest as his hands gently rub my back. I close my eyes as he turns his head, pressing a sweet kiss to my forehead. His hand comes up to cup my cheek, tilting my head up to look at him. I search his eyes as I reach up, stroking his cheek.
“What is it, Michael?” I whisper softly as his eyes search mine intensely.
“I…I love you, Kendra”, Michael whispers softly, making my heart skip a beat, tears filling my eyes. A tremulous smile touches my lips as my fingers explore the handsome features of his beautiful face.
“I love you, too, Michael”, I whisper in reply before I pull his head down and press my lips to his. We lie there on the couch, tangled up together as we come down from the intense high of our first time together. I knew, without a shred of doubt, that I was exactly where I was supposed to be. I knew I was risking unimaginable heartbreak, letting myself fall in love with him, but there was nothing I could do to stop it. My heart was his, forever, and I never wanted it back.
He slays