jaafar jackson’s muse

the first time you witnessed it was when you saw it up close during michael’s rehearsal in the studio at midnight.

michael had been drilling the choreography for his upcoming tour for hours. the red, leather jacket fit loosely around his frame, one white, sparkly glove glowing under harsh lights of the studio. you sat crossed legged on the floor, not too far from. head resting on your hands as you admire your boyfriend’s moves.

suddenly, michael planted one of his feet, glided forward and spun. his body whipped around so fast, curls bouncing and jacket flaring. your eyes widen when he stopped and met his eyes with yours, instantly clapping and hooting.

“baby!” you continued to clap, jumping up. “do that again, that was wonderful honey.”

michael grinned, bashful as usual. he began to get shy but did the move once more, earning a uproar from you. you rushed over to him, hands cupping his face to kiss him hard. “i love that move, so much. it’s like you’re floatin' on air!”

the second time was during the full on run through of the billie jean choreography on the actual concert stage. a few crew members were around, testing electronics and instruments to make sure the sound and the concert will run smoothly. michael was in his own world, on stage doing the dance moves with you, again, on the floor watching. the billie jean instrumental was blaring in the background , you were tapping your feet and bobbing your head to the rhythm as you were watching michael.

you had your arms folded, making sure to not cheer to loud. you knew how michael got when cheered for, especially in front of other people. your eyes were glued to him when he did it, when he did THE move.

the spin was much faster, sharper, precise. your stomach flipped and heat rises to your cheeks. you had told yourself you would keep yourself reserved and quiet but all of that completely left your mind when you scurried up on your feet hollering:

“whoa! do that spin baby!”

all of the crew mates and musicians started to laugh at michael’s supportive yet performative girlfriend. michael had looked straight at you after your outburst. he bit his lip, trying to hide his smile but failing miserably.

later that day, michael had backed you against the wall, voice all low and flirty. “you really like it when I do that spin, huh?”

“every single time.” you replied, hands on his chest. “it does something to me.”

the third time didn’t require any music or anything. it was 3am in the morning and, like always, michael couldn’t sleep. he was thinking to much about his music and certain dance moves.

he was in the kitchen, grabbing a snack and humming “wanna be startin something” under his breath. unbeknownst to him, you had woken up too and was leaned against the doorway of the kitchen in your silk robe, watching him with a grin.

then he did it, no music, no instructions just him and his mind. the sounds of your laughter made him hum in surprise and turn around. his face warmed at the sight of his lovely girlfriend, laughing and clapping by the door.

“michael jospeh jackson, you are sum else .”

he smiled before spinning again, playfully. after the spin he moonwalked backwards until his back hit your chest making you snort at him before grabbing his shoulders and turning around. he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling him flush against him.

you melted against him, fingers raking through his jheri curl.

“i love you, mr spiny man.”

“mr spiny man loves you too.”

the fourth time was amazing. it was finally the day of the thriller tour and your emotions were very high, mostly excitement.

the lights were beaming. the crowd was screaming. michael had hit the stage, making the crowd cry, half of the crowd fainted before he could bust a move. but when michael hit the signature move during “billie jean” the crowd lost their minds and you did too, if not worse.

from your spot in VIP, your heart was pounding. you felt electricity. your man was owning the entire arena with move. you screamed along with fans, jumping up and down, curls bouncing.

michael had closed with the song “p.y.t” michael had arranged for the stage cameras to show you from the VIP section, making you show up on the large screens on the wall. you obviously were surprised, seeing yourself on the big screen while listening to michael singing to you, after all you were his pretty young thang.

when he came off the stage later that day, he was drenched in sweat, towel around his neck. he made his way right to your direction. you met him halfway, practically throwing yourself on him.

“baby that was wonderful, and you did the spin!” you told him, voice highly pitched with pride and want. “you killed the night, especially me.”

michael laughed, softly and pressing a even more softer kiss to your temple. “i saw how big your smile was, made me hit it harder.”

the fifth time was literally that same night. you and were together in private, at a hotel after the show.

the lights were dimmed in room, only the light from the bathroom was on. you sitting on the edge of the bed, applying body lotion to your feet after taking a well needed bath. your hair was in curlers, wrapped in a sheer fabric.

michael wasn’t too far, actually he was in the bathroom. he stood in front of the mirror, hair damp from the bath and dressed in some pajama pants and a mickey mouse printed shirt. he was still in a aftershock from the show, reminiscing about his dance moves and the songs.

he playfully did dance moves in the mirror with a grin, which was wider when he caught you staring through the mirror. he glanced at you, playfully before planting his feet in a familiar position and spinning.

he heard your soft giggles from behind him and your voice telling him to “come here”

when he reached in front of you, you pulled him down on top of you, making him yelp with a wide smile. “i love that damn spin.” you whispered before michael couldn’t contain himself and planted his lips on yours.

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the summer 95' was blazing. you were the main lead in a black film called “poetic justice” a raw, love story that had hollywood shook. and your co-star? tupac shakar? being the sexy, hip-hop idol he was had hollywood even more shook and he was your love interest in the film as well. the chemistry on the screen was amazing, off screen was strictly platonic and you knew that but pac was a flirt at heart.

you have been dating micheal, quietly for almost a year. he was in his dangerous/HIStory era and still the king of pop and the king of your heart. he’d fly in when he could to watch the process of the film and mainly watch you. he loved how passionate you were with acting and you just loved the weight of his stare on you, and your job.

today, michael had flown into atlanta. he showed up in his classic, black shades and hair in a low ponytail like always. he thought he blended into the background but he stuck out like a sore thumb. many of the crew walked up and asked for a autograph but he simply stated that this was your day, gosh you love him so much.

once you spotted him, you eyes lit up like a child noticing their parents at their baseball game. he put his thumb up, flashing his smile that made you weak in the knees.

it was time to film a scene. the scene consisted of your character, justice, getting into a heated argument with tupac’s character, lucky. pac, being pac only stayed in character for a little while before cracking a smile at you, making both of you break character.

“damn, ma. I’m tryna keep my composure but you over here smiling n ' being cute n ' shit.” tupac cackles fill the set as your lips tugged into a grin as well. tupac licked his lips before continuing his antics.

“nah foreal tho, he should take these lines and go to my trailer, private rehearsal, you feel me.” he joked. you rolled your eyes, hands on hips.

“whatever, save it for the camera. m’kay?” before you could say anything else, your feel hands slip around your waist making you jump a little. he didn’t say anything at first, just letting his possessive yet smooth presence speak for itself for a moment.

The air shifted quickly.

michael held eye contact with tupac for a little bit. tupac’s smirk falters, before sizing michael up and down with a slight grin but cautious of his facial expressions.

“pac.” michael says, softly but still had a edge underneath. he gave pac a slight nod, “heard you been talking good care of my girl on camera.” a pause. “appreciate that. just remember.. the scene ends when the director says cut.”

it was subtle and blunt, exactly how michael is. no yelling or cussing necessary.

tupac blinked, then let out a short laugh, hands up in a surrender. “whoa.. whoa alright, partna,” he said chuckling but taking a step back. “I’m not tryna move up on you girl, man. my bad. respect. I was just playin’ with her, you know how I do. energy for the scene and shit.”

micheal tilted his head, slightly then breaking out in a smile which was funny and scary. “good. wouldn’t want any misunderstandings.”

you bit your lips before continuing to keep from laughing at the look on pac’s face. the encounter was funny and hot at the same time.

pac rubbed the back of his before speaking, “aight, ima go run my lines. enjoy the break.” he says before walking away towards his trailer.

as soon as tupac was out of your sight you sharply turned around in his arms, hands come to smack him on his chest. “baby, you did not have to do him like that!.” you told him, dying of laughter.

michael chuckled, softly. he pulled you closer, throwing that boyish grin at you. “he’s talented, but he needs to know where the line is.” his fingers traced your jaw, admiring you a bit before tilting your head up at him. “your mine on and off screen, honey.”

your heart fluttered, hand coming up to raise michael’s sunglasses on his head. “jealousy looks sexy on you, you know that?”

he raised his eyebrows, lips brushing against yours. “only for you, darling”

later that afternoon , during the second take, tupac put a break in his flirtatious nature and kept it strictly professional. no ad-libs or anything… well he still would manage to crack his jokes but they weren’t in any way flamboyant. after wrap, pac gave michael a respectful head nod on his way out but stopped to tell you something.

“tell your man I’m cool, I don’t want to get beat up by tito, jackie, and all dem niggas.” you busted out laughing at his confession and nodded.

“sure thing, pac.” he gave you one last smile before heading out.

you found michael in your trailer, afterwards. he was sitting down on a couch when you slipped in his lap, tiredly. “you were such a hero, saving me from the big bad rapper.”

michael pecked your lips. “I’ll moonwalk on anyone who forgets you’re taken.”

you laughed. “moonwalk michael? you’re stupid.”

“only for you, mama.” he kissed yours again.

“only for you.” he whispered once again, pulling you in a longer kiss.

it was a beautiful lily bouquet; the letter was handwritten and from michael jackson. he was asking you on a date at a fancy italian restaurant on may 21st, at 7pm.

you didn't think twice; you put on a new shiny black dress and went on what became the best date of your life.

he was a cutie, and not just because he didn't kiss you that night—at least not a real kiss. he just pressed his lips firmly against yours; anyway, that wasn't a problem—you could teach him some tricks later.

he was fun, and different from the other guys. he would ask you about your music; he would be mesmerized by your passion for music, just as you were with his passion for dance.

you liked him.

he wasn't your boyfriend although it seemed like it; he was more like a friend—but more than a friend?

The day Michael finally gets caught looking at a woman's ass is the day he dies of embarrassment. Putting his hands over his face to hide the blush creeping from his cheeks while also attempting to feel less seen, if anything it makes him look more guilty than he actually is. This incident caused him to be more aware of his behavior, but it never stopped him from sneaking a few peeks from the corner of his eye.

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Janet is your best friend. You two have been so close since forever. Y'all always have sleepovers, go shopping together, watch movies, everything. Y'all have an inseparable bond. But with that comes the non-stop loudness of her brothers.

Janet is always going on and on about how specifically Marlon and Michael are the rowdiest ones.

You don't believe it though, every time you go over to Janet's house, Marlon is quiet and shy. Barely looking your way.

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Summer

"See! I told you Janet, this skirt is way too long," you complain, twirling in front of her bedroom window.

"Your skirts are practically belts." Janet says.

“They’re suppose to be!” you defend. She rolls her eyes and flips through the magazine.

“I swear my husband has to look as good as the models in here,” Janet says, eyes glued to the page before flipping it around to show you.

“Forget looks, I want mine to have a brain for a change.” you say. You remove the skirt.

“That’s rare,” Janet jokes.

The two of you laugh together.

“Is my bikini cute?” you ask.

“Yeah, the color is pretty.” she tells you.

“Great!!” you say. “Oh and guess what!!”

“What?”

“I booked my belly piercing appointment.” you cheer.

“Are you serious?!” Janet asks. “I asked my mom and-” Shouts and laughter are coming from downstairs.

“Ugh I can’t even hear myself speak.” Janet complains. You giggle. “You ready to go swim?”

“Let’s do it.” you say. You and Janet walk out of her room and down the stairs, getting closer and closer to the living room where all the brothers are chilling.

Marlon is up in the middle cracking jokes loudly, his brothers laughing at him.

“Could you guys be any louder?” Janet asks. Marlon turns around to say a comment until he sees you.

“Oh.. sorry,” Marlon goes quiet and sits back down. The brothers eye Marlon.

“Sorry, you know how Marlon thinks he’s a comedian,” Randy says. “Hey Y/N”

“Hey Randy,” you say back. “Hey boys,” you say to the others. In sync they all speak, Marlon a little delayed, his eyes facing his hands in his lap.

“We’ll be out by the pool,” Janet says, taking your hand once again and leading you outside.

“Okay, so this dream, it was so scary man I mean-” Jermaine starts.

“I’m bored,” Marlon blurts.

“You’re bored?” Jermaine asks.

“Yeah, let’s like, I don’t know,” Marlon starts. “Go outside? Play basketball.”

The brothers look at each other again.

“But we just got back inside,” Tito says.

“And you were just complaining about the heat,” Jermaine adds.

“Well you know, I’m feeling a little cold,” Marlon lies.

“If you say so,” Randy says. The brothers all get up and head outside to where they play basketball.

Once Marlon walks out the door he sees you cracking jokes with Jackie and Michael who are by the grill.

“So you’re just not gonna feed me?” you ask Jackie and Michael.

“Foods not ready,” Michael says shyly.

“And no special treatment,” Jackie adds.

“Guess I’ll starve!” you dramatically say, walking from them. The two boys laugh as you walk away. “Hey Marlon!” you say, walking towards Marlon.

“Hey,” he says quickly. You pause in front of him.

“How’s it going?” you ask.

“Perfect.” Marlon blurts out.

“That’s great!” you tell him.

“Totally.” he responds. You give him one more smile before walking away. Before Marlon knew it, he let out a deep breath he didn’t even know he was holding.

“You good?” Tito asks him. “You look like you saw a ghost.”

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Marlon says. Tito gives him one last look. He notices that Marlon’s eyes keep wandering back over to where you’re with.

“So, are you going to join us in basketball?” Tito asks. Marlon is pulled from the trance of you applying sunscreen to your body and turns to Tito.

“Right behind you,” Marlon says. Tito shakes his head and walks away. You look up from your leg and towards Marlon, he quickly whips his head from you and walks off.

“Is it just me or is your brother acting a bit off?” you ask Janet.

“They’re always acting off,” she answers.

“But really off,” you clarify.

“Which one?” Janet asks.

“Marlon,” you whisper. Janet stops setting up the umbrella and looks towards where Marlon is.

“He’s his normal bubbly self,” she says. You shrug your shoulders, dipping your legs in the pool. Occasionally you'd catch Marlon looking over, The second your eyes met, he'd look somewhere else.

Unfortunately, Randy catches this. Randy picks up the nearest Sprite can and walks over to Marlon.

"Y/N was asking for a Sprite, I have to go help Jackie, so hand this to her," Randy says, shoving it into Marlon's hand. Marlon grips the Sprite, looking over at you.

"Kill me," Marlon whispers, he slowly walks back over to you. "Hey Y/N, here you go,"

You and Janet look up at him.

"She didn't ask for one?" Janet says. Marlon's eyes widen.

"Hush!" you whisper to Janet. You bring your hand up to grab the Sprite, touching his fingers. Something in Marlon's body tenses once he feels the warmth of your fingertips. "Thank you Mar," you say.

Marlon musters out a nod before walking away. He sits down right next to Randy.

"You suck, she didn't ask for a Sprite." Marlon says.

"Wow! Really?" Randy sarcastically asks. "Did you touch her hand? "What do you mean?" Marlon asks.

"You know, when you handed her the drink, did y'alls hands touch??" Randy pushes.

"Oh shut up Randy," Marlon says.

"Seriously though! You're sweating so hard," Randy says.

"Cause it's hot," Marlon defends.

"You just said it was cold." Randy tells him.

“Foods ready, go get the girls,” Jackie says, more so to Marlon. Marlon points at himself to clarify if Jackie was asking him but Jackie is already walking off. Randy rubs Marlon's shoulders and pulls him up.

"Game face on," Randy says.

Marlon hypes himself up again before walking back over to you and Janet.

You look up from your Sprite and towards him. His breath hitches.

“Back again? Hey Mar,” you say. Marlon’s mouth opens and closes. You could’ve sworn he was sweating.

“Hey.” he says. The two of you stare at each other for the next minute.

“Marlon?” Janet asks. Marlon pulls his eyes from you.

“Foods ready,” he mumbles and walks off.

“That was weird.” Janet says.

“Very,” you squint your eyes watching him walk off. He trips over a stick, looking back to see if you’re watching. Once he does, he walks faster. You tilt your head at him.

———

Jackie is passing out the food at the table. As you and Janet are walking up Marlon is making jokes.

“I’m gonna miss your food so much while you’re at the nursing home,” Marlon says.

“I’m only 36..” Jackie defends. The boys laugh.

“Okay im just gonna address the elephant in the room,” Jermaine says. “Why do you get so awkward around Y/N?” he asks.

“What?” Marlon says, almost choking on his water.

“Oh come on, it’s like you freeze up when she’s near,” Randy adds.

“I don’t freeze up!” Marlon defends.

“Yes you do,” the brothers say in sync. Marlon rolls his eyes.

“If I knew any better, I’d think you have a crush on Janet’s friend.” Jermaine says.

“Good thing you don’t get paid for thinking,” Marlon says.

“Oh come on Mar,” Tito says, mocking your voice.

“Shut up Tito,” Marlon says.

“Can I sit next to you?” you ask Marlon, motioning to the empty seat next to him. He looks up and back down towards his lap, shaking his head yes.

You plop down next to him, shoulders touching.

His brothers looking at both of y’all.

Jermaine playfully shoves his shoulder, making Marlon push himself into your side.

“I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to,” Marlon quickly says.

“You’re fine Mar,” you say. “Relax.”

Marlon doesn’t know how you have this effect on him. His palms are practically an ocean yet he feels at home when you're near.

"Can you do me a favor?" you ask Marlon out of the blue.

"Sure," he answers.

"Could you tie my bikini really tight?" you turn around and have your back face him. Marlon's jaw drops, as he looks over to his brothers for help.

"What do I do??" he mouths.

"Tie it dumbass" Jermaine mouths. Marlon scratches his neck. Jermaine rolls his eyes, he grabs Marlon's hands and throws them at your back.

Marlon grips the strings and ties them. His hands rapidly shake and he almost forgets how to breathe.

"All done," he says.

"Thank you Mar," you squeeze his arm. Now that killed him. His brothers silently laugh before Jackie clears the air.

“How have you been?” Jackie asks you.

“I’ve been good, I’m only in town for a wedding.” you explain.

“She still needs a date,” Janet adds.

“I don’t have to have a date!” you say.

“I think you should,” Jermaine flirts.

“If you’re offering then I’m denying,” you mumble. Everyone laughs, except Marlon, he’s too busy picking at his nails.

“What are you looking for in a date?” Michael asks, redirecting the question.

“Eh, nothing much really. I’m planning on leaving early so I guess somebody who would keep me awake,” you answer. Michael shoots Marlon a look.

Marlon turns his head away from Michael.

“Or someone who’s a good dancer, I'd love to dance,” you add. Michael kicks Marlon’s leg.

“OW” Marlon blurts out.

“Are you okay?” you ask.

“Yeah…” he mumbles.

“Okay, I can’t sit here for any longer,” Tito says. “I have the perfect person for you to take on your date.” Marlon looks up at Tito who’s already looking at him. Tito offers a mischievous look and then looks over at you.

“Take Michael.”

Marlon’s mouth drops, all of the brothers looking over at Tito.

“That’s not a bad idea,” Janet obliviously says. You think for a moment.

“Are you okay with that Michael?” you ask. Michael looks over at Marlon and then back at you.

“Uhm, sure. Let’s do it,” Michael says.

“Okay, well, I’m wearing a black satin dress,” you say. Marlon rolls his eyes at Michael.

“I have to use the bathroom,” Marlon interjects. Jumping up from his spot and speed walking inside. Your eyes follow his body.

“Okay, am I the only one noticing something is wrong with Marlon??” you ask the brothers. They all look in between each other.

“We’ll go check on him,” Michael says, pulling Tito’s arm with him.

“Let me finish my burger,” Tito says but Michael is already pulling him.

———

The two brothers walk into the house and see Marlon pacing back and forth.

“Marlon,” Michael starts.

“How could you!?” Marlon yells. “My own brother, really?”

“Tito volunteered me!” Michael defends.

“You could’ve said no you traitor,” Marlon says.

“Wait wait,” Tito says but Michael begins speaking.

“Well maybe you should just man up and ask to be her date!” Michael yells back.

“I’m nervous! Every time she comes near me I start to shake or freeze, I can’t talk to her!” Marlon blurts out, pacing faster.

Marlon turns and points at Tito.

“And you know exactly what you’re doing,” Marlon says. Tito throws up his arms.

“If you like her so much then maybe go tell her?” Tito recommends. Marlon scoffs, plopping down on the couch, head in his hands.

“What’s the worst that could happen Marlon?” Michael asks.

“Have you seen her, Mike?” Marlon says.

“Yes? I was just outside with her,” Michael says.

“No Mike, have you seen her?” Marlon says. “She’s beautiful, she’d never go for a guy like me.”

Tito and Michael sit on the sides of Marlon.

“Don’t say that about yourself Marlon,” Michael says.

“It’s true. She’s everything and more. And I’m just, Marlon,” he says. Tito sighs.

“Marlon, take a chance.” Tito says. “Don’t think, just do.”

“Plus, you’re a good dancer and you’re funny!” Michael adds. Marlon thinks for a second.

“I know, but” he starts.

“Listen here Marlon, if you don’t go ask Y/N to be her date then Ima make Jermaine go with her.” Tito says.

“Wait but I thought I-” Michael interjects.

“And you already know how that love story is gonna end if Jermaine gets his hands on her.” Tito continues.

“That’s true, you’d be an uncle,” Michael agrees.

Marlon inhales and exhales. He stands up from the couch. Tito and Michael share looks.

“He’s actually doing it??” Tito asks. “I didn’t think that’d work.”

Marlon walks towards the back door and opens it, walking back over to the table.

“Marlon!” You say.

“Y/N.” Marlon starts. You give him a weird look. “I want to be your date to the wedding,” he blurts.

Janet’s head whips to Marlon.

“You want to be my date, like date date?” you ask

“Yes, I’ll pick you up and bring you back home,” Marlon starts. “And hopefully, when you’re back in town we can go on another date.”

You open your mouth and close it. Janet leans over to you.

“I know you're looking for a man with a brain, he’s the closest brother to it,” Janet whispers. You giggle at her comment.

“Marlon, I’d love for you to be my date and I’d love to have another date afterwards,” you say.

Marlon finally relaxes, sporting the hugest smile ever.

In sync, the brothers cheer.

"Wait, y'all knew" you ask, confused about all the cheers.

“Absolutely, but my expectations were low, I’m happy you said yes,” Jackie says, wiping away invisible sweat.

Marlon shakes his head while laughing. You look over at him and smile. For once, Marlon doesn't look away anxiously, he smiles back.

“Right? I thought I was next in line after Michael,” Jermaine adds.

“Oh please, the ladies like their men younger,” Randy says.

“Come sit down,” you tell Marlon, patting the seat next to you. He rushes over and sits next to you.

“Alright easy now,” Jackie says.

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I need Marlon so bad, who got a time machine???

the villa was live with usual late night hum. laughter from the bedrooms, splashes from the pool, the buzzing from the cameras that never turned off. you were sitting on the colorful, orange bench with the led words that lit above it saying “all with feels” your shoulders were folded underneath your breast as you rested on the wall, covered with face leaves. your braids were pulled into a ponytail, ends swaying every time you shifted in frustration.

trinity had pulled you for a chat, earlier. she confessed to you that she had caught sincere, not being sincere. in better words, he was pulling other girls for chats after telling you that he was locked in with you and was not going to continue exploring other connections. when she had told you, your stomach twisted yet your face was calm. all you could think about was how much you trusted him, not you’re in doubt.

speak of the devil, he came striding down the villa, after talking to the boys. hair up in a bun, sharp jawline, plush lips. he looked good, which caused even more frustration because you wanted to be furious with him but you couldn’t help but get aroused by him. the second his eyes fell on you, his lips pulled into a smirk but his smirk was replaced when he saw your face.

“you good?” he said it so casually, like he did nothing wrong.

when you didn’t answer, he leaned down to reach for you waist but you slapped his hand away. “don’t touch me, sincere.” you flatly mumbled, staring straight at your finger, not wanting to make eye contact. you were scared that if you made eye contact with him, you want gouge his eyes out or worse, let your guard down.

his jaw flexed. “what’s wrong?”

you scoff at his question, getting even more frustrated that he think you’re stupid and that you didn’t have eyes everywhere. “what’s wrong? what’s wrong is that you’re a lying ass bitch.” you spat.

that really set sincere off. he glanced around to make sure no one was around before he grabbed your wrist and lifted you off the bench, pulling you towards the soul ties stairs. “you better tell me what’s wrong right now and chill the fuck out.”

you snatch your arm back, braid swinging as you jerked back. “nigga, I’m not stupid. i know you were talking to other girls while supposedly being locked in with me.” you made air quotes when you said “locked in” making sincere even more angry. the words that you said hit him, eyes darkening and jaw flexing. as he stood silent, you too your chance to say more.

“you really think I’m stupid? you told me we were locked in and then i hear from trinity that you talking to other bitches? nuh uh.” you shook your head, clouded in your wave of anger, not noticing the tent growing in sincere’s pants.

he let the words slip before taking a few steps towards you, chest brushing against your nose. “who the fuck you talkin' to right now?”

it was the way he said it, deep, possessive, laced with arrogance. it sent a rush of heat straight to your core. your pussy clenched involuntarily. you hated how much his toxicity turned you on, but you were too mad to stop.

you scoffed at his approach, looking at him up and down as your eyebrows pinched. “I’m talking to your lying ass.” pressing your acrylic into his chest.

that was all it took.

his hand came flying to your neck and yanked you into a bruising kiss. his tongue invaded yours, making you taste mint and fruit from that morning’s breakfast. both of your hands were planted on his chest, wanting to push him back but you couldn’t. the hand that was on your neck was now on your jaw, squeezing it and planting your lips on his. his other hand was on your ads, squeezing and fondling making you moan into his mouth. he walked you backwards until heels slips on the stairs, making you fall back into the plushness of the soul ties bed. he soon followed you, laying on top of you to invade your mouth again.

soon after that, his hand were already making its way to the bottom of your dress, tugging up around your waist. sincere instantly caught his eye on your panties and the damp spot on the center.

“shit, look at you.” he grunted to himself, examining further while pressing his thumb on your clothed clit, causing a whine to slip from your soft, glossed lips.

“feels good? you mad but you still want me to make this pussy feel good?” he cooed, knowing you was slowly letting your guard down. he proceeded to place soft circles on your clit on top of your panties, while palming your breast with the other hand. you buck your hips into his hand, wanting a release but actually wanting him to pick up the pace.

“please, sincere-“ you started, but he spun you around so quick, pressing your stomach into the bed. he yanked the straps of your dress down, breast springing free. he only yanked the top half of the dress down your waist while the bottom half was up your waist as well making the dress just pool around your stomach, panties still exposed. his big hand came cracking down on your ass, making the soft, brown flesh ripple. you gasped, back arching instinctively. “sincere-”

“please what, baby? who you talkin to? huh?” he asked, demandingly, voice low and nasty as he smacked your other ass cheek before gripping both of them, spreading them apart to reveal the fabric of your thing between your ass. you didn’t get a chance to answer before he started yanking your panties down your legs. he threw them somewhere on the bed before shoving his own pants down. his thick cock sprang out, long, veiny cock with a pink tip and the rest, a light shade like the rest of him. he rubbed it between your slick folds, teasing your clit, coating himself in your wetness.

“that is what you was mad about?.” he began, brows furrowed as he focused on your wet pussy, fluttering at the contact of his dick. “this dick that’s only for you?”

he pushed in, in one brutal thrust. you began to feel yourself becoming numb and stupid around his cock. you let you body relax as you eyes was squeezed shut and jaw dropped. you cried out, nails scraping the bed as he bottomed out, balls deep in your soaking pussy. “fuck, this pussy grippin’ me like it missed me. so wet and nasty for me even when you mad, you like when i do dumb shit? so you can get mad and your pussy get soaked? hmm?”

you couldn’t answer him properly, you just gave him a throaty moan as he started to fuck you deep. the sound of skin slapping skin echoed in soul ties, wet and obscene. one hand cupped your shoulder, making nail marks stain your skin, the other was gripping your dress using it as leverage to push your ass back into his thighs.

“tell me this pussy belongs to me. t’even though i talk to other bitches, you won’t go n talk to other niggas.” he grunted, slamming into you harder, fat head of his cock dragging against your g-spot with every thrust.

you start to violently nod, nodding at the delicious feeling of sincere’s balls slapping against your clit and at his demand. “mhm yes, it belongs to you. I promise, yes yes yes.” you rambled, your mind not being all there.

suddenly he started to pull out, making you protest before he flipped you around on you back, folding your legs on your chest. he started to slide back in, making your toes curl. you head fell back, mouth open in a silent scream as he start to pick up the pace again. he slid his hand down your mound until he was met with your clit, he made a fist, using only his thumb to rub your clit up and down in a flicker motion. the clit simulation and the thrusts combined was truly too much.

your nails digged into his arm, overwhelmed with emotion and pleasure. “oh m’god. yes yes yes-“ your chanting made your out of breath as your hips bucked into his hand and his pounding. his fist was digging into your pelvis as he continued his abuse on your clit.

“tas’it baby, take that dick.” cooed in a whisper, motivating your orgasm. his hips were still in a consistent rhythm, abs flexing with each thrust. he felt your pussy clamp on him tighter and tighter by the second.

you felt the band in your stomach reaching its end, making your eyes shoot open, chasing the peak. “oh m- right there sincere. mhm I’m close, yes yes.” you completely shattered, juices gushing around him as you came with a loud, high pitched whine. legs shaking, skin hot and marked. sincere didn’t stop, he slowed down his thrusts a tad, fucking you through it, chasing his release. a couple of more thrust later and he buried himself to a hilt, thick ropes of cum painting your insides. he kept grinding through the aftershocks, finalizing his orgasm and making sure not one drop went missing.

for a long moment, only heavy breathing filled the space. He finally pulled out slowly, a thick string of mixed cum dripping down your thigh. he used your abandoned panties to wipe the excess cum off your thigh.

“next time.” he began, slipping his pants back on, shoving his cock back in the cage. “don’t let other people get in your head, come to me if your feeling funny about some shit.” again he doesn’t give your time to answer before kissing you, pecking one last time when pulling away.

“fix your dress and let’s get ready for bed.”

you obeyed, glaring at him. body still humming from the orgasm and and bit of anger was poured out by now. you knew he was going to continue to talk to other girls but it didn’t matter, you were still locked in.

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