I wrote this listening to Dirty Diana instrumental slowed and reverb....and The lady in my life slowed and reverb. He put some CRACCCCKKKK in that song, if my man don't beg/yearn like he did ION WANT HIM.
Disclaimer: AGNST !!! VERY SAD. Trigger warning, mentions abuse. SMUTTTTTT . MDNI as always, fluff.
Also, I KNOW that Prince and Michael did not go on stage with James Brown in 1985 , but in 1983. This is fiction and it's my story soooo lol I felt it fit where I put it..💓
I edited...but I do apologize if there's some things that's off.
WORD COUNT: 5000+ (I can't remember lol)
It was a cold February morning when you were released. You missed the AMAs, but Prince stopped by with flowers. Although the gesture was sweet, it didn’t meet his eyes.
He came in upset and complaining about Michael. Michael this, Michael that. You tuned him out.
Not really wanting to hear about this right now. How a man could win three award for his album, and still make this night about another man baffled you.
“You know he had the nerve to ask me to record with him,” you lie on your couch silently staring at the ceiling.
“Then had Quincy ask me, he’s trying to smooth me over. I don’t wanna sing with the rest of them celebrities.”
“Mmm, I did not know that.” You trailed off, not really caring. After a while he left, placing a kiss on your lips. You wiped it off immediately after the door closed.
For a full week, you lay there contemplating. This was one of the lowest you felt. Your spirit was broken.
"Beautifully broken." Michael would tell you as he tried to cheer you up. To him your beautiful still shined brightly.
The story broke about your attack, and it was criticized by many people.
You wondered why the story even made it to the news, given that you weren’t that much of a celebrity anyways .
However, being linked to Glenn, Prince, and now Michael, many journalists grasped at any story.
You saw many who spoke in support, offering well wishes.
However, It was the ones attacking the character that bothered you. You were called every name but the one your mother named you.
That one shocked you the most because you've only slept with 2 men. Have you gone on dates with others, yes. It never made it past a kiss, though.
Your story is becoming a cautionary tale to young women to not surround themselves with a lot of men.
However, they didn’t know where the abuse came from.
Prince was not helping the narrative because he talked about your arrangement with him, spinning it in a way that made him look innocent.
He spoke of the many men you had dated while being linked to him.
That made things seem like a jealous past lover attacked you.
“Just playing chess , not checkers, babe,” he would taunt.
But it was him. The way he controlled the narrative was like he was taunting you.
Renee tried hard to gain control of the narrative, but it was hard.
Gigs still were there, but they slowed down significantly.
You weren’t able to take many shoots because of your bruising.
Michael, however, never changed. He was still the sweet man; he defended your honor. But, he could only do so much.
Michael never left your side unless it was for work, and you had to make him leave. He had obligations, and he needed to be there, but he wanted to stay.
“They can wait , I’m here with you,” he would say or “ you’re more important to me.”
And while that made your heart swell, you knew he could not be away for long.
He had become your anchor during this time . He stayed by your side in the hospital. It gained a lot of attention, both good and bad.
During that time , it reminded you why you fell in love with him. He never failed to amaze you . Flowers stayed in the room; you had the best care . He shielded you from the media, knowing how it felt to be scrutinized.
His siblings even came to visit you and offered well wishes. They were nice and seemed to welcome you into the family .
Janet stayed the longest, y'all built a bond. She even came to visit you on days that Michael was not there.
She sympathized with you and gave you a shoulder and an ear to cry on.
It was a healing time for both of you. He was able to escape and start focusing on himself and his new solo career. Prince stayed away, and you were on your way to healing.
However, that peace was short-lived. Eventually, you fell back into Prince’s hands.
Your body craved peace, peace that only came when Michael was around.
You found yourself in your free time when Prince was away on the phone with Michael. You would sneak to visit him and stay with him.
Y'all just existed together. In silence, it’s like your souls knew how to talk to each other.
Speaking a language only you two could understand.
He held you close, and you listened to his heartbeat, grounding you as your mind raced.
But once again, he started to get too close, and you didn’t want him hurt as well. Prince’s power went far, and you would never be able to live with yourself if something happened to him.
Prince already sent another warning to you , three fresh bruises. One on your side, your cheek , and your wrist.
Michael knew something was going on, but you never said anything.
Eventually, you cut back on being around Michael much because every time Prince found out, you were met with his fury.
Conversations between you and Michael decreased.
Of course, he noticed, but he just thought you were trying to get back into working, and he was preparing for his next album.
He was just appreciative of the time y'all did have together.
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Months passed as you stared at yourself in the mirror each day, you reflected, wondering how you got here.
The apology Prince gave fell apart because it was never just that one time.
When he came to you stressed, you became his punching bag.
When he needed release, you were there. It didn’t matter that he had other women he could’ve slept with; he did it with you because he held that power. Sex didn’t feel the same anymore.
Each slap, kick, kiss made you slip further into the deep end.
You smiled, but it never reached your eyes. He took you everywhere. No longer able to be your own person. He kept a watchful eye on you, ensuring that you would not tell.
It became a ritual; you would get thrown around, and then he would apologize with flowers and a gift. The majority of the time, it was makeup to hide your bruises. He wanted to ruin your pretty face because no man should be looking but him.
People knew, his people knew, but were scared to speak up.
They saw how you would curl away from his touch.
How you shrank when he raised his voice.
They did nothing but give you pitiful looks. He still slept with other women , bringing them around in front of you. But you said nothing, because you were afraid of what he might do.
You tried to leave multiple times, but he would drag you back into his world and threaten you.
You didn’t care about yourself because he had already broken you, but then one day, he mentioned Michael.
You could not live with yourself if something ever happened to Michael.
That night, after laying hands on you, you decided…it was time to go.
That next morning, you called Renee’ and Officer Kayla and asked to meet. To stay out of the public eye, you agreed to meet at your place.
As soon as they saw your face, concern fell. “Oh y/n, what happened?” Renee’ asked
“I need your help to get out of this.” You begged.
She nodded vigorously. “ Did Prince do this?”
“Yes, as well as the first time.” You shifted.
She nodded and looked away briefly before turning her attention back to you.
“This is not going to be easy. He already controlled the narrative about you.”
“Yeah, and they already put in the report that you didn’t know who did this.” Officer Kayla says, noticing your expression. “It’ll be very hard to go back on what was said , yes we can argue coercion, but like Renee’ said, he already controlled the narrative. “
Feeling a little defeated, you slumped back.
“Your best bet would be to get a restraining order, but that takes time, and you would need strong evidence.”
“ Do you have a camera ?” Renee’ says as you nod and go to grab the disposable camera. “We need to take pictures. “
Grabbing the camera from you , Renee angles it at your face and neck, snapping pictures. Slowly, you start to undress, wincing in pain. They both take a deep breath, staring at the bruises, some fresh and old ones still healing.
“Oh, Y/n, why didn’t you say anything sooner. “ Renee’ cries, snapping pictures, and you look down.
Officer Kayla soon leaves, and you and Renee sit outside on your balcony sharing a blunt.
“You know, when it first started , I thought it was my fault. I was lying to him, and I was with Michael. “You start. “And yes, we didn’t sleep together, but the moments we shared were too intimate. It was like we were making love.”
“That’s no excuse for him putting his hands on you, Y/n!” Renee’ looks at you. “Look at me.” You turn to her with tears in your eyes. “I am going to help you get revenge.” She grabs your hand, squeezing it softly.
The next day, you met the top Female lawyer, Riley Kristina , RK as they called her. Having spoken briefly, she agreed to take your case and devised a plan.
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Tonight was the night you would gain some freedom back.
That night, both he and Michael graced the stage with James Brown.
Prince told you , not asked, but told you that you were coming with him. You walked in hand in hand.
Smiling softly as the cameras captured you guys.
The paparazzi screamed out praises , “Oh, Y/n, you look so beautiful tonight. What are you wearing?”
“Oh, Chanel, it’s from their new collection.” You said letting go of Prince’s hand and twirling. The lights capturing the gold accented jewelry ; gold belt, a gold body chain lying gently against the blue bodysuit, and a black leather mini skirt. Instead of your signature boots, you wore sharp 4-inch stilettos with a gold strap.
Prince stood back watching you, not really enjoying that the attention was on you.
Soon after, you all went inside and lay low. Not really wanting to be seen. You sat there bored while he talked to other business professionals.
Then you spotted him, Michael.
He was already looking at you.
He nodded his head to signal for you to come here.
Almost instinctively, you stood and started making your way over. Prince grabbed your hand before you got too far.
“Where are you going ? He asked.
“To get a drink.” You bit out, pulling yourself from his grasp.
Walking slowly to the bar, your eyes never left each other. Biting your bottom lip as you walked by, you brushed his Hand with yours.
He waited 5 minutes before making his way to the bar. Y'all stood closer to the back out of plain view.
“Hi,” he grinned sheepishly.
“You look nice.” He states, looking down at your outfit. Almost identical to his, as you guys planned it.
“Thank you, I see we had the same idea.” Gesturing to your outfits. “Great minds think alike.”
Michael laughs and then orders you both a drink. “One mojito with extra mint, add sugar and salt on the rim, and a glass of chardonnay.”
“ You remember my order,” you chuckled.
“I remember everything about you.” He looks back into your eyes, the crowd nonexistent at that moment. Y'all are so deep in the corner that no one can make out a thing.
“I remember everything about you. Especially the way your breath leaves when I rub my hand up your thigh.” He says while making that very thing happen, slowly rubbing his hand up your thigh.
That moment ends as the bartender comes back. Making your way back to Prince’s section, you look back at Michael as he watches your hips move seductively.
James Brown is gracing the stage, giving an amazing performance. Then he calls Michael up. So shy Michael gets on the stage staring directly at you.
“I love you , Oh baby. “ He’s staring you down, speaking to you through his words.
“ I love you.” You sit up a little bit, Prince noticing instantly as he glances back and forth between you guys.
“I love you. I,” he trails off.
“ I love you. Oh!” Breaking out into dance, he wows the crowd. Screams get louder, he commands the stage.
He goes and hugs James Brown, mentioning that Prince was also in the building.
James then calls for Prince. “ he just insisted that I introduce Prince, who’s here.”
“Prince . Prince,” he looks out into the crowd.
“ There he is.” Prince is being carried on stage by his bodyguard.
Prince grabs a guitar. Strumming out chords, his signature riffs.
By this time, Michael has made his way back to the floor and, coincidentally you walked back near him. Y’all stood together, taking in this moment. The moment that doesn’t go unnoticed by Prince.
You could sense him getting upset. His show is not going as he wanted. He’s embarrassed. He’s jealous.
He rips off his shirt and goes to the mic. “ eeeooohhhhh,” he screeches. Dancing, he catches your eyes, and they start to burn with anger.
Walking to the edge of the stage, he touches a light pole he thought was secure, but instead he falls into the crowd with it on top of him.
He’s pissed at this point, and y’all leave not a second later. Him dragging you to the car.
He practically threw you into the backseat and slid in after you. You shrink towards the car door.
He turns to you. “Did you have fun with him tonight?” He says, rubbing his wrists and cracking his knuckles.
You don’t answer. Turning away. “You don’t hear me talking to you.” He roughly grabs your face. Tears are burning in your eyes , threatening to come out.
Soon enough yall arrive back at your home, and as soon as the door closes, he’s on you.
The camera Renee had hidden in the corner captured everything. Hidden to the plain eye, but boy did it catch everything. It caught every hit, every scream, and blood everywhere.
Each blow to your body is getting harder. His rings are scratching your face and body. He places it in contact with.
“You liked being with him.” KICK.
“He embarrassed me tonight. KICK.
“You fucking slut, you enjoyed this with him. KICK.
“Huh?” He pulls your hair, making you look at him.
Tears are running down your face, the salt from the tears burning the cuts on your face. You couldn’t find your voice, hoarse from screaming.
He’s pissed because Michael was there.
He’s pissed because he came second to Michael again.
He’s pissed because he thinks that Michael set him up.
He’s embarrassed, his set did not go well, and he fell.
He’s pissed because you were with him.
His anger is with himself, though disguised as hatred towards Michael.
You then scoot back to the adjacent wall, holding your knees and crouching down as he throws a bottle of wine at your head after taking a swig of it.
You try to make a run for it, but he pulls you back by your leg and is now sitting on top of you, hitting, scratching, and punching you. Any way to inflict pain.
He then stands, pulls off his belt, and swings at you. Each hit hurts more than the last, the rhinestones striking your skin.
You decided enough was enough. You refuse to be the punching bag for a man who was angry with himself.
“You know it’s not my fault.” You started with a whisper. “It’s not my fault that you failed to put on a performance.” You wince as you stand.
“It’s not my fault that you will never amount to the man he is.” You say taking a step closer.
“It’s not my fault that you will never be able to fuck me as he can. Take me to higher points and touch my body in a way that leaves an impressionable feeling that no other man can even come close to doing.”
“What did you say?” He starts at you. But you were ready. He swings, and you swing back. Suddenly, it’s a full-on fight.
“Wait until they find out their little Prince is an abuser.” You said, emphasizing a little, holding up your index and thumb, bruising his ego even more.
He swung and swung, and you fought back.
“Ha! You think they’d believe you. I’m Prince. I’m more important than you’d ever be. You’re just a whore that gets fucked. My little punching bag, “ he sneered as one of his finally connected with your face.
“I’d made them believe. Trust me.” A punch connecting with his chest, knocking him back. He then leaves, slamming the door behind him.
Turning the camera off, you sit down and cry a little, releasing everything.
Smirking with blood falling from your lips, you knew you were going to make him pay in the worst way.
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Michael called days later.
“Lolly, how are you doing?” He sings out.
“Michael, I’m doing fine.” You laugh.
“I would like to see you. Will you come see me tomorrow?” You bit your lip, looking down at yourself, seeing bruises that haven’t healed yet. “I’m starting to get worried. I haven’t seen you, and it feels like you’re avoiding me.” He says quietly.
“No. No. I’m not avoiding you.” You say quickly, a little too quickly.
He chuckles softly, “So it’s settled, I’ll see you tomorrow?” You nod as if he can see you. “Yeah, sure.”
The next morning came quicker than expected. Meeting at Hayvenhurst, you drove through the gate after meeting with Bill.
Bruises still fresh, you wore a sweatshirt tucked into a skirt, thigh-high boots, sunglasses, and wore your hair down to cover the bruises on your neck.
“Hi , babygirl. How are you doing ?” Bill asks, giving you a hug.
“I’m doing fine. Where’s Mike?” You asked, looking around. He gestures to the recording studio.” Of course!” You laughed.
Heading to the door, you knocked and walked in.
“Lock the door. I don’t wanna be bothered.” Feeling the click of the lock, you walked to the couch and sat down.
You looked at the back of his head as he was concentrating on the controls in front of him.
Sinking further into the couch, you just watch him , fascinated by his artistry.
Time passes, and you start to get bored. “Did you just call me here to watch you?”
“I wanted your presence.” He says, turning to you , loss for words, you just look at him. He grins sheepishly. Rolling your eyes and looking away. He's staring at you like he’s trying to figure you out. You’re tense.
Michael reached out to brush a curl behind your ear, and you flinched so bad it made him physically recoil.
“Why’d you flinch?” He asked, horrified.
“I’m sorry , I. I. Didn’t mean to.” You spoke quietly. Adjusting in on the couch, looking away.
“Y/n,” Michael started in a low voice.
“ I’m fine. I promise.” You stated not wanting to worry him.
“Something is going on, and you’re not telling me.” He comes and sits next to you on the couch, grabbing your hand.
“Do you trust me , Michael?” He nods. “And when the time comes, and I call, will you be there no matter, no questions asked?” nodding again slowly, this time he’s confused.
“Then that’s all that matters to me.” You smiled at him. You stand and walk to the controls, trying to create some distance between you two. “You mind if I smoke, hm?”
“Uh, sure, that’s fine.” He responds, sitting back at the controls. He’s been around people that’s smoked.
You nod and go sit back on the couch , utilizing the table in front of you. Michael watches as you roll the blunt, fascinated.
“I wanna show you something.” He turns back to the controls and plays a beat. It’s nice you nod your head. ” I don’t know if I like it fast or slowed.” He plays each version, and the slowed version catches your ear.
“Let it play on repeat, I wanna feel it.” You say licking the blunt to seal it.
’Dunnnn Dunnnn duunnnnn’ plays in the background. You hear the drums and electric guitars. The beat crescendos.
“What's the name of this one?” You ask, bringing the blunt up to your lips, you lit it and inhaled slowly and deeply, letting the smoke fill your lungs.
“Uh, Dirty Diana,” he says, looking away.
You laugh, “What?” Your laugh is deep; you’re holding your stomach. “Do you have lyrics? I gotta hear this. Damn she got you writing songs.” You continued laughing.
“Uh, yeah.” He rubs the back of his neck and grabs his book. “Don’t judge me.”
He started the track over, and then when the time came, he started singing it.
‘You’ll never make me stay.’
‘So, take your weight off of me.’
‘I know your every move , so , won’t you just let me be.’
‘ I’ve been here times before, but I was too blind to see.’
‘That you seduce every man this time, you won’t seduce me.’
He stops and looks up at you for your reaction.
You sit back , eyes getting lower. “Mmm. Risky Michael. I like it. Let me see the rest.”
He passes the book, and you read these lyrics. Smirking.
Michael is staring you down. Then he does something to surprise you. “ I wanna try it.”
You laugh, already feeling the high come on. “Oh , no, Michael, I don’t think you could handle it.”
“I can, I wanna do it with you.” He scoots closer until he’s directly on the other side of the table.
“Okay,” you say, passing the blunt to him. “Inhale slowly,” he puts the blunt up to his lips and inhales. He coughs after a few seconds but regains his breath.
Soon, y’all are sharing the blunt, and he’s now sitting next to you on the couch. He’s relaxed, legs spread, eyes low.
Suddenly, you stand and turn to him.
“If you’re going to do a music video, you need a real sexy woman who’s going to dance sensually.” You point at him. He looks up at you, a blunt hanging from his lips.
“Like this,” you say, moving your body to the beat. Rubbing your hands down your body, you drop low and then run your fingers through your curls while biting your lip.
“Come here.” He beckons you with his middle and ring fingers. You walk slowly until you stand between his legs. Grabbing the blunt from him.
“ I wanna try something , you trust me ?” He nods.
You inhale and grab his jaw, bringing him closer to you, exhaling . His lips are agape, inhaling you in until your lips connect in a slow, deliberate kiss.
It’s sloppy, your tongues fighting for dominance. He wins that battle as he softly grabs your neck. As your gasp breaks through, his tongue slides in.
As the kiss deepens, the music intensifies as the buzz gets stronger. You feel it pool all in your body…it’s vibrating with lust. As you hear the song start over again, you pull away and walk to the controls.
You needed to catch your breath , feeling flustered. You weren’t expecting to come over and do that.
You reached over the control panel , sliding up one of the keys, and the bass intensifies. “ I think it should be stronger, don’t drown out the bass.” You say trying to change the subject.
Not even realizing that your shirt rose as you leaned forward, Michael caught eye of it. The bruise adorning your lower backside.
“Y/n,” he starts. “What is that? Where did that come from?” He says, pointing at the bruise.
Startled, you pulled down your shirt. “I fell. Um , a couple of days ago. I. I . Was walking and tripped into the banister.” You lied terribly.
Having experienced abuse, Michael knew better.
He walked up to you. He slowly lifts your shirt off, fighting you as you try to stop him, and sees more bruises.
“Who did this? Was it Prince?” He starts towards the door.
“Michael, Please.” You grab at him , tears streaming down your face. “Please.” Your makeup starts to run, and then he sees it. The bruises under your eyes.
He pulls from your reach and grabs the makeup wipes. Coming up to you, he wipes your face. Glaring down at you as you protest. You’ve never seen him this angry.
One wipe, and he sees the bruise under your left eye.
Second wipe , he sees the bruise barely healed over on your right cheek.
His breath hitches. “This is why you flinch away from me.” He asks in horror.
“Oh, Y/n,” he grabs you and holds you close. “ I’m so sorry , I should’ve protected you.” He cries silently.
“How long has this been going on?”
“Since the end of January..when I left you that night.” You whispered.
“He was the reason, you. You. You. We’re in the hospital,” he choked out. “ he left you there like that when I found you. You called for me, and I couldn’t get there quicker.” He shakes his head, ashamed.
“It’s not your fault.” You reach up and brush the tears away.
“Why didn’t you say anything? “ he looks at you. “He was there when I met with them; he controlled everything. I was afraid.” You look down.
“I’m leaving, I have a plan. You remember what I asked earlier.” He nods , “When I call, I need you to be there.”
He stands and walks over to the control, turns off the instrumental and grabs a record. Walking to the record player , the song plays softly.
“You know, I wrote this for you.” He says, turning around. The lady in my life plays. Unbeknownst to you, he’s set it to replay. He wants this song to be burned into you.
He walks back and leans forward and kisses the bruise under your eye and then your cheek.
He then lifts your shirt back off. He kisses every bruise he sees. It’s almost like his kisses are meant to heal each one.
He pulls your boots off and then your skirt and sees more bruises to kiss. His kisses are igniting a fire in you. It’s very intimate.
Slowly, he unclasps your bra and pulls down your panties until you stand before him, completely naked.
“So beautiful, let me love you, Y/N,” he whispers against your lips. He presses them against yours so softly.
You melt into him. Standing on your toes to reach up to him.
You reach for his shirt and pull it up. He pulls back slightly to let you pull it over his head.
He’s back, kissing you as you fumble with his belt. You then undress him.
He’s back, kissing the bruises on your lower thigh, and he comes face to face with your tattoo.
“Butterfly,” he reads. He bends you over the edge of the couch, kisses the tattoo, and then slowly licks each letter, tracing it.
He then kisses your clit. You buck forward.
You moan out “ahhhhh.” But it comes out more as a slow breath.
He kisses your clit again before swiping his tongue between your folds. Your knees start to buckle.
“Lolly, you taste so sweet.” He then turns you and guides you back onto the couch. Your legs spread, he’s back between them, devouring you like it’s his last meal.
Your mind clouds, you couldn’t formulate any sounds. He is kissing, sucking, and biting your lips and clit. He stops and goes back to kissing under your thigh, loving your tattoo.
“I’ve been in love with this tattoo since I saw it.” He whispers, kissing it again while looking you in the eyes.
He then slides his thumb to your clit, rubbing slowly, throwing your head back, you scream out in pleasure.
Reaching up he firmly kisses you on the lips. Teeth clashing as he tries to sticks his tongue in your mouth. Using his middle and ring fingers he slide inside your walls gaining him access to slide his tongue in. You’re a sputtering mess, making both noises with your mouth and pussy.
Never have I felt like this; it’s like Michael can bring this side out of you.
Feeling you contract around his fingers , he moves faster, knowing your release is near. He puts more pressure on your clit with his thumb, bringing you more pleasure.
You cried out against his lips, “fuck fuck fuck…ahhh.”
“I know, baby. I know. Let it out.” He mumbles against your lips, feeling you release around him, but he doesn’t stop.
His fingers are still moving in and out.
In and out. You grab his wrist but it doesn't stop the movements.
If anything, it makes him move faster and deeper pushing another orgasm out of you.
Your body is too in tune with him; it’s like he controls it.
You’re there but not there. It’s too much; you don’t even realize he’s changed positions, and you’re now straddling him. He pushes the tip in you slowly, watching your eyes roll back.
Sliding down until your hips meet flush, he says, “That’s right, take all of me. You look so good taking all of me.” He says, moving you up and down slowly. Not wanting to rush anything.
He stared up at you with adoration in his eyes. Your head is thrown back, trying to control your breathing.
He takes one of your nipples in his mouth and bits it before sucking it slowly. You moan out louder, “Michael, ah fuck please don't stop.”
Your fingers grasping for anything, you've tugged on his hair, nails glided across his back leaving marks.
The pleasure plus the weed has you hearing colors and seeing sounds. It feels so good.
You don’t know up from down, left from right, today from yesterday. It’s like he’s controlling every part of you. His hand reaches up to your neck and jaw, pulling your head down to look at him.
His hand comes up to cup your cheek, thumb trailing across your bottom lip as your eyes gloss over.
He sticks his thumb in your mouth, and you suck gently.
His thumb comes out with a pop as he presses his lips back to yours.
Biting your bottom lip, he pulls. Moans spilling out, and you bounce, meeting his hips deeper and deeper.
All that can be heard in that room was deep pleasurable groans and the soft melody of his song.
You don’t know how many times this song has played, but each word is sinking into your skin like he is.
It’s like time is moving in slow motion. Everything feels so slow and deliberate. Probably because y’all are at the peak of your high.
Let’s make this a night you won’t forget. Plays softly in the background.
You exhale softly as you feel his other hand wrap around your waist, his fingers run down your spine. Before he flips you onto your back.
Him on top, he holds himself up, looking down at you. He stays there for a second, and you feel yourself get shy.
Turning your head to the side, he doesn’t even let you shrink away. “Look at me. I wanna see those beautiful eyes.” He grabs your cheek and turns it back to him. In one motion, he’s back in you.
Going at a slow, deliberate, deep stroke. He makes you feel him and his words.
He puts your legs over his shoulder and leans forward to kiss you.
“All over” pushes in and out.
He’s hitting buttons and touching places you didn’t even know existed. You were pretty sure you disturbed everyone in that neighborhood, but you didn’t care.
“I love you.” He whispers in your neck before kissing it.
“I love you.” You whisper back, feeling yourself get close again. “Oooh baby, deeper, please don’t stop,” you cried out as he hit your G-spot.
He reaches between the two of you, pressing on your stomach so you can feel all of him.
Your hand is going down to rub your clit. You’re making a mess.
Michael knows it too, now speeding up, chasing the feeling to release with you.
He pushes one more time, snapping his hips to yours as he empties into you. You release around him, feeling your juices mix, and he slides out. Still lying on top of you, he places his head on your shoulder, pulling a blanket over you two.
He sighs into your neck, “I really love you, Y/n, I hope you know. I am in love with you.” You rub the nape of his neck, pulling at his curls.
Night was creeping in, and the moon was shining on you two as you lay there.
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Prince’s Birthday soon arrived, and you had the best gift for him.
Having gathered everything, you hopped in your new car. The Mercedes-Benz 380SL, red, dark interior.
Checking yourself over in the mirror, you fixed your lipstick and got on to the open road. Tapping your fingers against the steering wheel. You looked to the passenger side at the revenge you were about to deliver.
Pulling up to Sunset Sound, you grabbed the cake and the manila folder and walked inside.
The black bodysuit clung to your skin deliciously, hugging every curve. The high heels on your feet clicked rhythmically across the floor. Hair flowing down your back, having straightened it for this occasion.
As you reached his studio, you knocked and peered your head in and smiled.
“Sorry to bother, I just wanted to drop this off before heading off for work.” You walked up to Prince. It was a turtle cheesecake, his favorite, written in purple icing, ‘ Happy Birthday Prince’ .
You handed him the folder and leaned to his ear, “checkmate, baby.”
You straightened yourself , wiping down your legs. “I’ll see you later, maybe. Try to enjoy your day, okay.” And you turned and left, smirking.
Walking out the door, back to your car, you cranked it up, and the bass started immediately. “Bop Gun” by Parliament.
“On guard, defend yourself. Down to the ground. Turn me loose , we shall overcome. “
“Where’d you get the funk from, turn me on , they’re spoiling the fun. Let’s shoot them with the bop gun.” You sang, mimicking a gun going off.
You timed everything perfectly. By the time he opened that Manila folder and saw the petition for a restraining order and request for monetary compensation for emotional and physical abuse, he wouldn’t know what to do.
Prince didn’t even have time to fully scan the documents before his attention was turned to the TV in the room.
Right on time for the 12 o’clock news breaking.
“Prince Abuses Ex-girlfriend, Y/N.” With images of the abuse, the notes he left for her, and the most damning of all, the video of him abusing her, so he couldn’t refute anything.
Prince shrank, and his eyes widened in horror as he reached for the phone to call his manager.
On the other hand, you rode down the highway feeling satisfied.
Revenge is always best cold and sweet.
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